Daddy's Little Princess

By: Light-Eco-Sage

Rated: K+ for some romance (Kataang).

Summary: Kya most certainly had her father wrapped around her finger, and she knew it too, even as a three year old. A series of one-shots revolving around Aang and his daughter, Kya.

Disclaimer: Avatar: The Last Airbender and The Legend of Korra belongs to Michael Dante DiMartino, Bryan Konietzko, Nickelodeon, and Viacom.

LES: This story comes from my personal headcanon that Kya was most certainly Daddy's Little Girl. If you are expecting a serious plot, then you have come to the wrong story. Only lightheartedness can be found here!

Chapter I: Tea Party

It was a sight that stopped Sokka dead in his tracks, utterly unable to move and do anything except stare at the horror… the travesty that was occurring right in front of him.

It almost didn't register in his mind. He could clearly see what was happening in front of him, but he refused to believe it.

Aang… Avatar Aang, the savior of the whole world, one of the founders of the United Republic of Nations, the most powerful being in the world, and his brother-in-law; was sitting at a little kiddie table in his daughter's room, in a small chair that was way too small for him and his long legs, wearing a violently pink feather boa around his neck, was accepting a cup of make-believe tea from his young daughter who 'poured' it from her little kiddie tea set given to her from great-uncle Iroh.

Kya, his three year old niece, was of course expected to play tea party. She was a little girl, after all. But Sokka had only ever seen Katara playing tea party with her daughter. This was the first time he'd ever seen Aang do it.

He couldn't help but wonder what people would think of him if they knew that he was currently surrounded by a multitude of stuff animals and wearing that offensively pink feather boa. Probably that he had lost his damn mind.

Aang, however, didn't seem to be put off or embarrassed in the slightest. He glanced up at Sokka, smiling brightly at him. If one thing about Aang never changed, it would be his unnatural ability to be happy nearly all the time. "Oh, hello, Sokka!" He said.

Kya grinned up at him, looking just like Katara did at her age. "Unca Sokka!" She squealed.

Despite himself, Sokka smiled fondly at her. She was a girl and was, therefore, forgiven for being girly. Aang had no such excuse. "Hey there, squirt. Do you mind if I borrow your daddy for a minute?" He asked.

"Okay." Kya said, still grinning. "But come back soon for cookies, Daddy!" She indicated an empty plate where the 'cookies' were.

"I'll be right back, sweetheart." Aang told her fondly, kissing the top of her head and heading after Sokka out of the room. Once they were in a different room, Aang spoke. "What do you want, Sokka? Is there more problems with the Council…?"

"No, it's nothing like that." Sokka said, shaking his head. "I just wanted to know if you've lost every ounce of your male pride."

"What?" Aang asked, confused.

In response, Sokka reached out and pulled the boa off his neck, holding the violently pink thing under Aang's nose so that his eyes had to cross to see it. "Look, Aang, I know that my sister has you pretty whipped and that Kya is your daughter and all, but that doesn't mean that you have to lower yourself to play tea party. That's what mothers are for."

"Katara's busy right now." Aang said, taking the boa back from Sokka. "Besides, I don't mind playing with her. She is my daughter."

Sokka sighed hopelessly. Aang had been enamored by his daughter since the day of her birth, and Kya figured that out early. She knew that she had her father at her beck and call. But, most of the time, she just craved his attention. That was fine. "But do you really have to lower yourself to play tea party?" He asked.

"Yes, and I don't see it as lowering myself." Aang said shortly. "We wouldn't be having this conversation if she were born a boy and she wanted to play ball. Look, Sokka, I know that you were raised in a different culture from mine, but in my culture, we didn't know our parents. You get that, Sokka? I never knew my parents. There are days when I wish I could have known something about them, even just their names. I'm not going to be that sort of parent to my daughter. So, yes, I will play with her even if it means tea parties. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some imaginary cookies to eat." He said, walking back into the room.

"But Aang…" Sokka began, stalking after him, only to be stopped by his little niece before he entered the room.

Kya embraced her father's leg and smiled brightly up at him. "Daddy! You're back!"

"I am back, sweetheart." Aang said, putting the boa back around his neck and moving over to the little table.

Before Sokka could leave, Kya grabbed onto his pants leg. "Unca Sokka?" She called.

Every time Sokka looked at his niece, he was shocked at just how much she looked like Katara at that age. Really, the only clue that Aang was her father was her eyes. They were lighter than the average Water Tribe blue; they were instead an attractive blue-grey. "Yes, Kya?" He asked.

"Join us!" She said, smiling eternally and holding out an object for him to take. Sokka stared at the object in horror. It was a tiara. His eyes met Aang's, silently begging for help.

But the Avatar only laughed. "Yes, Unca Sokka, join us!" He said.

The Water Tribe warrior wondered, not for the first time, if he made the right choice when he gave Aang and Katara permission to marry.

Sometime later, Katara returned to her home with Aang from the market. She placed the bags on the kitchen's counter and went to check on her daughter and husband. It wasn't that she was worried about either of them. Aang was a fully-realized Avatar and she trusted him with their daughter completely. She just hadn't seen them since that morning and she was eager to see the two most important people in her life. The food could wait a little while longer.

She moved through the house, calling out. "Aang? Kya? Where are you?"

"In here, Mommy!" The voice of her little girl called from her room.

Katara smiled and opened the door, but she froze in the doorway and had to force herself to stop from laughing.

It was a scene that she was mostly familiar with, having joined in on many of Kya's tea parties. Her daughter sat at the head of the table, surrounded mostly by stuffed animals. She was smiling at her mother, a smile that she got directly from her father. And speaking of Aang, he was there as well. He was sitting in one of the small chairs with his knees up to his chest because his legs were much too long for the small table. But he never seemed to care. He sat there in his every day robes, with a pink feather boa around his neck, taking a fake sip from an empty tea cup.

But the thing that nearly had her laughing was what was located at the other end of the small table. It was her brother, with an expression on his face like he was praying for the earth spirit to open up the ground to swallow him. He did not have the honor of wearing a feather boa like Aang, so he had been designated to wear a tiara. It was hard to tell with their dark skin tone, but Katara knew that he was blushing.

"More tea, Unca Sokka?" Kya asked, holding up the little tea pot.

Sokka's face flushed even deeper as he turned to Kya and said "Yes, please" in a small voice.

Kya, oblivious to the embarrassment of her uncle, cheerfully 'refilled' his tea cup.

"Do you want to join our little tea party?" Aang asked brightly, with a mischievous grin on his face. Sokka was giving her his wide 'save me' eyes.

"Oh no. I have to put the food away. Don't let me interrupt your game." She stepped out of the room, getting one last good look at the expression of shock and betrayal on her brother's face before she stepped out. As she walked down the hallway, she finally began to laugh out loud, unable to control the mirth inside her anymore.

LES: I tell you, the idea of this tea party has been eating at me FOREVER! And, well, because of that, it seemed like the perfect thing to use to kick off this one-shot series.