Aang wasn't sure when he started crying. He wasn't sure when his friends joined him on the balcony, either. But when they all wrapped their arms around him in a massive, ridiculous, everything-he-could-have-ever-wanted group hug... They were Aang's present. His friends grounded him, keeping him in the now. And yet, if he opened his eyes? Aang suspected he would fly. (A collection of ficlets written for Aang Week 2021, hosted by @ aangweek on Tumblr.)

"I want you to make me a promise, Avatar Aang," Katara whispered. This time, when she placed her hand on top of his, he didn't pull away. "When this is all over, when the war is won... Promise me that you'll grieve." (alternatively: grieving is hard. aang's friends work harder. a series of missing/expanded scenes from a:tla exploring aang's grief through his friends' eyes.)