If ur doing korra requests too, how about Amon hcs?
Yknow now that you’ve put that thought in my mind, I uhhh love it. (Also I love Amon’s voice like Amon and Zuko/General Iroh have,,, the best voices. also take a wild guess at who doesn’t have any gifs?)
So let’s say you were an equalist.
A really devout equalist. You were born a nonbender and were more than tired of being pushed around by the triple threats. Injustice had already plagued your world and though you weren’t around for the hundred year war, you’d heard your fair share of stories from your grandmother and father. And the things you’d seen.
Metalbenders making their own money while you had to get by with whatever you earned that day.
Waterbenders who were fabled you bend people to their will.
And there was nothing you could do about that. You were one person, trying to tell others of the injustice you had seen.
So when Amon rose to guide those who have been oppressed? To knock the benders down a peg? Oh you were all for it.
You attend the first rally, then the next and the next. Revelation after revelation. Watching as Amon — the man who’d been scarred by a fire bender who’d been so wronged in the past — make everyone equal. Benders should not have more privileges than the average citizen and if the equalization or numbers was needed to illustrate that?
Well you were all for it.
Amon had even been spirit touched so your siblings-in-equality said.
“Just like Avatar Aang,” excites whispers proclaimed as you watch in satisfaction.
Of course he deserved to be equated to Aang, he was truly trying to make peace and bring balance to a still unbalanced and unjust world.
He rarely speaks with others to hear out stories.
But so your Brothers, Sisters and siblings day, he’ll speak to his followers.
It’s here where you meet him.
In the boiler room of an abandoned Sato factory.
“Thank you, you’re doing something truly amazing for this city. I’d been trying for at least,” You pause to think and stare into his mask. He has deep, blue eyes. “A year before you started to make a difference. This cause, it means a lot to me. If I can do anything to help-”
“Tell me, what have the benders done?”
His voice which you’ve heard carried by a microphone, was much quieter up close. Calculated, volume measured carefully. Words chosen with tact to glide over a silver tongue and rich voice, iced with precision. Iron gravels somewhere in his throat.
He truly was sent by the spirits.
“They’ve counterfeited money, firebenders - do I even have to explain? Waterbenders, bloodbenders! Yakone terrorized people! The sheer amount of power plant jobs that are given to firebenders! Earthbenders who don’t need to keep a job! And no one will say no to a waterbender after Yakone!! None of it is okay in this world, but you, you strive to make things right in the world again.”
“Join my team. Your experience will prove quite useful to our efforts.” Icy eyes bore into your own. “You are quite useful.” You dip your head in respect.
“I aspire to be of use to this cause. I will devote myself fully to helping you.”
“It will be quite beneficial, I assure you.” If you could see his face (can he even smile?) you were sure he was smirking under the mask.
“Of course Amon, I hope it will be!”
“We have much to discuss. Please, follow me.” He walks to his microphone, places his hands behind his back and speaks with authority. “Brothers and Sisters, soon we will have yet another revelation. One that will make the benders tremble. Soon, we will have true equality, just as Aang intended!” Amon steps back slowly and stands proud as the equalists cheer and roar in approval. He waits for two chi-blockers to flank his sides before beckoning you over with a flick of his wrist.
“Tonight we discuss our ideas for our campaign. Follow me.”
He leads you through a heavily guarded back door.
You suppose being hunted by the (all bender) police would give reason to having so many guards stationed. You walk through doors that part at Amon’s appearance and are greeted with the sight of motorcycles and one truck.
“After you.” He gestures to an open truck and you walk towards it with no question. The interior is bare save for two uncomfortable benches and it occurs to you, this is probably a stolen vehicle.
“So, where are we going? You have got to have a hideout or something, right?” You have no problem stealing from those who steal from you on a daily basis.
“You will see. It’s a quick drive.” There it is again. The hint of a smirk in his voice.
The ride passes in a silence. What do you say to the leader of a revolution?
“Sir, we’re here.” A man in a mask opens the front door. “We will leave you now. Our eyes are still watching your position.” The man nods as he gives a small salute in the form of a bow.
“Thank you brother!” You give the man a bow back as he leaves the doors open.
“Make sure to return the vehicle to its rightful place.” Amon’s voice calls to the driver as you jump out of the truck.
You expect to find yourself in a dark cave or forest. Not a dark, secluded part of town.
“It makes sense that you’d be here.” It’s a little less climactic than you thought. But hiding in plain sight always did help far more than going out of your way.
“Come inside, we have much to discuss.” Somehow without your noticing, his good is down, his mask away from his face, though he was apparently prepared with a scarf.
“I suppose with your burn, a facial scar would be far too easily recognizable. They’d figure out it was you right away.”
He just nods as he fiddled with a set of keys.
He’s just like everyone else. He just happens to be leading a revolution.
You hear a click, and the door opens to a very bare, sterile room. Masks line the walls, along with various plans and writing utensils.
He waves his hand in a motion for you to enter. Stepping through the door it becomes about five degrees cooler, at least. The scarf might not just be to cover his face.
“Thank you,” you look around for a place to sit. There is only one chair and you look at it for a minute before realizing Amon’s deep icebergs of eyes are looking into your back. You walk to the chair and sit. It’s uncomfortable being the only one sitting and Amon towers over you.
“I guess I shouldn’t tell other Equalists where you live, I’m sure you’d have fanatics at your doorstep,” You attempt to crack a smile and realize that, yes, He can smile despite the burn that covers his face in a diagonal stripe.
“Hey! Even the spirit touched Amon can smile!”
“Yes, he can.” He allows himself a modicum of uncalculated speech. And it’s quite drastic how much a difference it can make. He quickly shifts back to the leader of a revolution and asks you how you’ve been wronged. You two talk for the better part of two hours. The equalists are going to take away all bending they can, only a select few are allowed to keep it if any. Amon is going to highlight you as a source of what imbalance there is between benders and those who are born without the gift.
“So we are going to get my story out?”
“Yes, I believe it has great value to our cause.” Burned lips curve into a larger smile.
“I never thought I’d see this day,” You are aware of the tear that’s in your eye, but this was something you’ve long since dreamed of happening.
You deserve a good few tears.
“I hope that my story can help bring to light the reality of Republic Cities treatment of nonbenders.”
“It will. You will help me to eradicate Republic City of benders.” His voice is water smoothing rocks.
“Is there anything else I can do for the cause?”
“Indulge me in a story,” Amon turns away from where you sit, still inches taller than you as he walks towards a window you didn’t know was there. It’s been covered by a curtain.
“My brother and I grew up years ago, before the Fire Nation wiped our family out.” He takes in a breath. “We has been playing out in the rain, a good omen for a good harvest, when we smelled smoke. My younger brother started to run. I begged him not to go,” You hear another labored breath make it through his nose. “Smoke in the rain only meant one thing.” You both knew what that thing was. “Once I realized that he wasn’t going to come back, I followed him back to our house, tripping in the mud as I ran, desprate to catch up.” You’re aware you’ve shed more than a few tears. “I was too late. My family was gone, Mother and Father died at dinner and My brother had been crushed by a beam on fire. I tried to lift it but it was too much. I couldn’t and it fell on my hands. I leaned down to talk to my brother, but he was already dead. I screamed at the flames, unable to come to terms. I went numb and my face, came away like this.”
Amon turns around for emphasis, sliding the curtain on his window aside.
“I-I’m so sorry,” You wipe a tear only to realize it wasn’t there, it must’ve fallen. “I can’t possibly imagine what that must be like to lose a family. Benders should Pag for what they’ve done. To you, to your family, to anyone.”
“Was it an effective story?”
“W-what?” His blue eyes, cold like the night sky behind him do not blink.
The blood vessels seem angry.
“I take it from your tears that my story was an effective one?”
An orb of water, hovers above his right hand.
Veins bulge from beneath his gloves.
“You’re,” tears should be falling down your face. They’re not. “You’re a waterbender. Let me-“ You’re voice is going dry and you have a good idea of why. “Let me g-” the words stop in your throat which is quickly growing patches of water. A hand moves to claw af your throat to remove the words you’re choking on before it stops midway up to your jugular. Your fingers curve and flex before your whole arm is forced to your side.
“Bloodbender.” He laughs, cruel and deep.
He plays with the orb of water - your tears.
“You look a little parched.” He gives a dark laugh and flicks his wrist again, and your arm twitches uncomfortably as you feel a rush of blood shoot through your body. Your tears move oh so slowly into your forced open mouth.
You can’t even swallow as the liquid your tears that endlessly fill your throat slides down into your stomach.
“I’m glad you offered to help the Equalists. You will be so useful.” His smirk returns, a cruel thing when not hidden by a mask. “I already feel better being able to bloodbend normally.”
He releases your mouth and you shut it closed, the ache in your jaw painfully acute.
“Please- please let me go, I won’t-” Is it better to report the man who is a bloodbender or to let him make all equal? “I won’t report you.”
“You won’t” The moon makes his smile glint. There’s something wrong in it.
“I won’t,” you try to nod but your neck is stuck in a permanent lock.
“You’re staying here with me pet. You’re too fun to let go of.”
so guess who got a little carried away? me. it was me. i’m guilty also now i love Amon. (Maybe it’s just his voice also oof... me writing only in clipped sentences oh you bet.) anyway thank you to the requester and thank you all for reading! I hope you enjoy!! also thank you to @animetrash420 for uhh beta reading my stuff,.... please ya’ll check her out she does haikyuu fluff and Free! fluff and its,,,, it’s so cute ya’ll
