Rating: T
Word Count: 3,800+
Genre: Romance, Fluff, some Hurt/Comfort and Angst
Aang and Katara’s tenth year anniversary. Basically a merciless Kataang fluff bomb.
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Belated Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, tale-wind! I’m your Secret Santa! ^_^ (And I’m so sorry this is late! I had writer’s block and then my schedule changed unexpectedly and gave me little time with my laptop :( Not to mention my laptop was just inches from being burned a few days ago—but that’s another story.)
You said you like romantic fluff, so I wrote you a Kataang fluff bomb. Like seriously, I think this is the fluffiest thing I’ve ever written. And you said you also liked hurt/comfort, so I worked that in, too. I really hope you like it! ^_^
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“Where are we going?” a blindfolded Katara asked, stumbling in the dark. “Woah!” Her foot had caught on something, and she would have fallen flat on the ground if Aang hadn’t pushed her back up with a blast of air.
“Shh, we don’t want to wake the kids!” Aang whispered, pulling her by the hand.
She sighed. “But we’re still on the island, right?” She started to pull at the piece of cloth wrapped around her eyes.
“No peeking! Just a little more,” he said, leading her by the hand. “And … here we are! You can look now.”
She quickly untied the knot at the back of her head, but upon taking off the blindfold, however, she was greeted by nothing but darkness. The salty smell of the sea told her that they were somewhere near the edge of Air Temple Island, but the grass under her feet told her that they weren’t by the shoreline. Probably the garden on top of the cliff where Aang meditated? But there wasn’t really anything special about that place …
“Um … Aang?” She squinted, barely making out the features of the figure in front of her. “What am I supposed to be seeing?”
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