So like a week late, I went through all the Kataang week prompts and decided to try to write oneshots for them. Even if it killed me. It was basically to try to loosen up and bring an end to my writer's block from hell. I don't know how well it worked. You tell me.

Six more to come.

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CHAPTER 1: Umbrella

"Aang, Katara, hold on."

The young Avatar stopped, tugging on the waterbender's hand to bring her to a rest as well. They turned in the doorway of Iroh's tea shop as Iroh approached them.

"Going for another walk today?" he asked with a fatherly smile.

"Yep," Katara replied, squeezing Aang's hand and grinning. "As usual."

The couple had gotten into the habit of strolling around the streets of Ba Sing Se every morning. It took them away from Sokka's prying eyes and Toph's snarky comments. They could just wander, pausing every so often in quiet places to just hold each other, to kiss and simply be together.

Iroh nodded. "Well if that's the case, you'll be needing this," he said, offering a simple red umbrella to them. Aang took it with a curious smile.

"But Iroh, we're both waterbenders," he said, tilting his head toward Katara. "If it rains, we can just bend it away."

"Perhaps," Iroh replied sagely. "But there's something about walking with a loved one under an umbrella…" he trailed off wistfully and smiled again. "I'll just let you find out for yourselves."

Aang and Katara shared a glance. Katara shrugged. "Hey, it'll keep one hand free at least," she said with a smirk. Iroh laughed and shooed them out of the shop. The others would be waking soon, and he knew Aang and Katara didn't like to be pestered. He understood young love. It was like a flower. It needed space to take root and grow. As he watched the two of them lace their fingers together as they walked away, Katara leaning over to whisper in his ear and Aang carrying the umbrella over his shoulder, he knew this particular flower had been taking root for a long time.

Aang cast a glance skyward in an effort to move his attention away from the extremely distracting things Katara was whispering in his ear. He swallowed hard and she laughed lightly. He paused and she stopped beside him.

"Iroh was right," he said vaguely, eyes still on the sky. "It really does look like it's going to rain."

"Good," Katara replied with a grin, resting her head on his shoulder. She hummed contentedly. "The city could use rain."

"I wonder what he meant about the umbrella…" Aang murmured, turning and kissing the top of her head, though his eyes remained on the bright red umbrella in his hands.

As if on cue, the sky opened up and it began to pour. There was no lightning, no thunder. Just a quiet, steady downpour. The already barren streets emptied around them almost instantly.

"I guess we're about to find out," Katara said with a shrug. Aang nodded and opened the umbrella above them. The rain pattered onto it, shielding both Aang and Katara from the torrent if they were close enough.

"Ah," Aang said, grinning. "I think I get it."

Katara took hold of his hand on the umbrella, smiling at him. "Do you?" she asked innocently.

He laughed and pulled her against him with his free arm, pressing kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, her jaw, her neck…

"Aang," she laughed, placing her free hand on his chest to put a few inches between them. She tilted her head a little, smiling gently. "Aang."

"…Katara?" he said at length, smiling in a perplexed sort of way.

She leaned back in and placed a soft kiss on his smiling mouth. "It's a rainy day," she replied. "You're supposed to take things slow on rainy days." She squeezed his hand on the umbrella shaft and smirked. "That way it'll last longer."

Aang kissed her in return, murmuring against her lips. "Iroh is a genius."