But you called me here sounds very feelsy 👀
It’s the ATLA/TLOK crossover we all deserve, and I am having such a blast writing it it isn’t even funny. Aang with the Krew and his grandbabies and his kids and modern technology is glorious.
Basically, through a series of events (don’t wanna give too much away there lol), Korra stumbles upon a post-The Search Aang. Shenanigans and plot and feels ensue, especially since no one tells Aang who they are or where he truly is at first. There’s an alternate beginning to this story that I have half-written that I love and almost went with instead, but I’ll probabibly post it as its own separate thing.
Chaos from the older gaang of course if for no other reason than because I refuse to believe that Suki is dead.
And I’ll be damned if I don’t squeeze in as much bestdad!Aang as I can because my God young Aang being anxious about being a father gets me right where it hurts, and to be sure there will be conversations between Aang and the adults who he doesn’t realize are his kids (here’s a draft-snippet of the scene I’m currently working on):
He smiled even though he was crying, and his face looked like a sun shower. His voice trembled just as badly as his lip when he spoke. “I know they’ll hate me, but that’s okay. They’ll have Katara. And they’ll have Sokka and Toph and Zuko and Suki. T-They can teach them the things that they won’t want to learn from me. And that’s okay. Isn’t it?” He looked up at them. His smile was smaller, but he was crying harder. “Isn’t it? I mean, I was kindof hoping that they would go penguin sledding with me, but they might not want to. But that’s okay, too. Katara can do it way better than me—and they’ll love Katara. Katara is Katara. Yeah. I-It’s okay. Perfectly okay.”
AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON KATARA—