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AVATAR: The Last Airbender DRABBLE FEST
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Why? 1) Because this fandom needs a revival. 2) Drabbles are awesome.
Comment below with a drabble.
The Rules:
+Any pairing. genre, or rating is allowed
+ In the subject line of the comment put "Title" pairing, rating (g, pg, pg13, r, nc17)
+Post as MANY as you want.
+PIMP EVERYWHERE CUZ I HAVEN'T :D
+Spread the ( Read more... )
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This is morning
That's when I spend the most time
Thinking 'bout what I've given up
This is a warning
When you start the day just to close the curtains
You're thinking 'bout what I've given upSometimes, when the day is cold and the sun is drowned in wet, grey clouds Zuko wonders why he really changed. He knows all the reasons, knows what people believe. His uncle had been there as a constant reminder that the Fire Nation didn't have to be all anger and domination, a gentle nudge telling him that he really didn't have to live this life. He'd seen the way people lived, talked to the Avatar and his friends and learned the horrors of what the Fire Nation truly preached ( ... )
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I hear voices over my shoulder,
Nothing's making sense at all.
Wonder, why do we race?
When everyday we're runnin' in circles,
Such a funny way to fall.
Tried to open up my eyes,
I'm hopin' for a chance to make it alright.It's hard to not notice Sokka, even as distracted as Zuko is by the Avatar. From the moment Zuko meets him, he knows that the Water Tribe peasant with the infectious grin and the too-loud laughter will make things difficult ( ... )
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There’s no need for questions or for her to read the scroll his extended hand offers. All it takes is a single look at him and she knows.
But he’s trying not to show it; desperately trying to hide the overwhelming hope that’s already surging through him, fueling that inner blaze that will surely drive him to the ends of the world once again if needed be.
And then those golden orbs are looking at her; pleading, hopeful, vulnerable, and Katara knows she’ll be with him until the very end. It scares her more than he’ll ever know, but she keeps her fears to herself and pulls him into her arms instead.
They leave as the Fire Nation capital is deep in slumber, two drifting shadows lead by moonlight with a single thought in mind: Please, let it be her, let it be her….
{Interlude} Tangled
Sometimes his eyes linger on her longer than they should, the strings of fate tangling around lingering feelings the young Fire Lord thought were long ago buried and forgotten.
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