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i think regularly about when opal got burnt in rote...
edit: i have been reminded that this in fact did not happen.
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i think regularly about when opal got burnt in rote...
edit: i have been reminded that this in fact did not happen.
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I just finished rewatching Legend of Korra, and now my writer brain is having thoughts™. Particularly Korrasami thoughts. I don't know if anyone's already came up with this, but seeing a post of an older Korra greeting the next Avatar inspired me - What if the next Avatar was Korra and Asami's daughter? So, some years after getting together and getting married, Korra and Asami want to have kids - of course, they could just adopt, but they want to try doing it the natural way. So they ask Bolin to be the surrogate father, with Opal's approval, and Korra gets pregnant. The first half of the pregnancy goes well, and Korra and Asami are so excited for their first child. But then things start going wrong in the second half of the pregnancy, and everyone is worried about Korra's declining health. Of course, Korra being Korra, she pushes through the pregnancy despite all the risks it poses, and as the actual birth rolls around, everyone's worst fear has come true. Korra dies in childbirth. Thanks to Bolin being the surrogate father, the child is born an earth bender, the next element in the cycle, so Raava, grieving Korra's death in her own way, chooses Korra's daughter to be the next Avatar, though of course Asami and the others won't learn this until a few years later when the girl starts bending more then one element. Growing up, Korra's daughter still feels the loss of one of her mothers, but since Korra is her daughters past life, Korra still does her best to be their for her, even in death. Asami is grief stricken with the death of her wife, but she also finds joy in raising their daughter, and knowing that Korra quite literally lives on in her. I don't know if anyone's going to be interested in this, but I just think it's such a neat idea, and could make for a really cool au
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Chapter 15: Someone Important (Opal)
Opal didn’t get any sleep that night. The mist and cold mountain air seeped into her skin, and she hadn’t quite grasped the airbending trick for keeping warm Ikki had tried to show them. She didn’t cry, but glared at the iron bonds around her wrists by moonlight, begging the universe to grant her one final miracle. When nothing came, as nothing had come for the years and years she’d hung her hopes on metal hooks, a wound long closed was torn asunder.
A daughter of Zaofu who could not bend metal. A more useless being had never existed.
I strongly feel that in any AU where Opal grew up as an earthbender, she and Kuvira would have been inseparable since childhood.
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Chapter 13 - The First Flying Beifong
Opal pressed her palms against the broad windows of the airship as her home grew smaller and receded from view. As a child, she had watched the domes close at nightfall hundreds of times before—on her father’s knee as he explained the mechanics that made the platinum petals move, or at the children’s theater in the Central Lotus where neon-colored laser lights flashed against a metallic sky. They had always appeared kind and gentle from the inside, like palm fronds on Kyoshi Island shielding houses from the rain, or a mother’s hands cupped to cradle something small.
But from the outside, the domes were armor. Walls. As she drifted away from the family estate, the Platinum District, the Central Lotus—all the landmarks of her gilded world—Opal’s gaze fell upon the security checkpoint at the outer dome, the guards quickly ushering some private airships and cargo planes through to the hangar while so many others were barred from entering.
Somewhere, in a nonbending au far, far away, Kuvira is working late on a Friday night and Opal is on the phone, telling her to bring her ass home.
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