With the season finale behind us I figure we'll have an explosion of prompts soon. So, new prompt post. Please post any new prompts in this post. But you can always find fic or fill more prompts in the
original prompt post.
Rules!1) One prompt per post, please! If you have multiple prompts, no worries, just make separate posts for each. Please
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Maybe Aang died fighting Yakone but still managed to take his bending away? Korra would still need to look around that age, so instead of her being in the iceberg for decades, maybe shes in there a few months, a year at most? Or hey, you could even go with some time travel shenanigans and Korra knows Noatok is (will be) Amon?
Korra could help bring Noatok out of his shell and they fall for eachother :D
Do what ye will.
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Aang curled up on his bed. He felt very alone, and frightened, and exhausted, and soon he drifted off to strange dreams. He was holding a baby who hiccupped fire; he was staring down an earthbender, feeling at once angry and supremely unconcerned.
Far away, a door creaked open. The earthbender fell far, far, down, his scream trailing behind him. Aang opened his eyes. Monk Gyatso stood in the doorway.
“I am glad to see you awake, Aang,” he said, closing the door behind him.
Aang sat up. “They haven't changed their minds, have they?”
“Not as such, no,” said Gyatso, but he smiled. “Don't worry, Aang. I won't let them take you from me. I will bring you to the Eastern Air Temple myself, and ask the sisters' permission to stay and guide you ( ... )
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Behind him, Tarrlok's boots thumped lightly against the snow. Tarrlok drew a breath, as if about to say something-then let it out, then gathered himself again, then stopped, back and forth, over and over again. Noatak was starting to twitch every time he heard Tarrlok inhale.
“Will you stop it?” he snapped ( ... )
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