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8. That child is staring at you.

I have send 2 seperately Would you like for me too do them together next time dont know what you like best

This one is actually really cute. Pure fluff ahead, you've been warned.

Sending them separately is better! But I'm not super picky, either way works. :)

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Prompt: "That child is staring at you."

The subway rattled along the tracks beneath Republic City, its usual Sunday crowd packed in elbow-to-elbow. Lin Beifong stood near the door, one gloved hand gripping the overhead rail, the other interlaced tightly with Kya’s. They were just returning from a late lunch. Some cozy Satyaki tea house tucked away in the Dragon Flats district, where Kya had insisted on ordering too many dumplings, and Lin had, inexplicably, finished every last one. Kya had teased her for that, of course. She always did.

Lin let her eyes wander lazily across the space, and that’s when she saw it: a little girl, maybe two years old, maybe three, peeking over her mother’s shoulder from just a few feet away. Big eyes and round cheeks. Tiny hands clutching a stuffed turtle-duck, clearly loved to near death. The girl wasn’t blinking, wasn’t looking anywhere else. Just staring. Right at Kya.

Lin gave a slight nod toward the child, speaking low in Kya’s ear.

“That child is staring at you.”

Kya turned her head, curious. “Oh, how cute,” she said softly, her eyes lighting up. “Look at that face. Isn’t she adorable?”

Lin grunted. “Hm. I guess.”

Kya elbowed her lightly in the side, just enough to make her exhale.

She waved gently at the child, fingers wiggling in the universal toddler hello. When the little girl blinked and smiled, Kya took it as a sign to escalate, making silly faces, puffing her cheeks, sticking her tongue out, cooing softly. It was ridiculous, but endearing, somehow.

The child let out a delighted squeal, tiny hands making grabby motions. Her parents, still chatting quietly with each other, glanced back and gave a warm smile at the scene. Kya extended her hand, and the girl leaned forward to wrap both miniature hands around her offered finger.

“Aw, she’s strong,” Kya murmured, almost in awe.

And Lin just stood there, watching.

It wasn’t the first time she’d seen something like this. Kya had a knack for children. Not in a “let’s have one of our own” way, not in the cloying baby-talk nonsense Lin hated, but in a gentle, respectful, almost spiritual way. She saw them, the way she saw people. The way she saw Lin.

And even though they had agreed long ago, no kids, not for them, not with their lives, their history, their scars, something about moments like this always tugged a little harder on Lin’s heart than she liked to admit. Seeing her wife smile like that, completely open, completely alive, engaging with a child, made something warm and unnameable swell in her chest.

Lin let her grip on the rail loosen just slightly, leaning a bit more into Kya’s side.

She didn’t say anything. Wouldn’t. But Kya must have felt the shift, because her hand squeezed Lin’s lightly, the corner of her mouth quirking up without looking.

The subway screeched as it approached the next stop, and the family began to shuffle toward the exit. The little girl gave one last big-eyed look back at Kya before the family disappeared into the sea of people.

Kya turned her head, eyes on Lin now. A slow, knowing grin appeared across her lips.

“Is that a smile I see?” she asked.

Lin tried, truly tried, to arrange her face back into something neutral, something impassive. But it cracked almost immediately. 

She looked at Kya, really looked at her, and for a moment the world narrowed to just the two of them, the busy subway forgotten.

“I love you,” she said, simply.

Kya blinked, before breaking into a broad, radiant grin that lit up her whole face. Her thumb brushed over the back of Lin’s hand.

“I should hope so,” she teased, winking.

Lin huffed softly through her nose, but didn’t break eye-contact. She was still looking at Kya, still holding her hand, still standing close enough to feel the warmth of her. Before she could respond with some dry remark, Kya leaned in and pressed a quick, gentle kiss to her lips. It was over in a heartbeat, but Lin felt it linger.

“I love you, too.”

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Description: Kya is forced to cross a line she swore she never would.

“Kya?” Lin’s voice came again, searching.

Kya looked up slowly, catching the faint furrow of Lin’s brow. 

“Kya, what is it?” Lin pressed. She sounded worried, worried for her, and Kya wanted to scream.

She looked at Lin for a long moment, staring, the words refusing to come. Her jaw tightened as her mind raced, torn between the need to confess, and the paralyzing fear of what Lin’s reaction might be. She could feel the tremor in her hands, and the sting of unshed tears as she fought to gather the courage to speak.

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Drabble asks, #13: "Don't say another word."

I went the argument-route for this one. Need a little tension once in a while ;)

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Prompt: "Don't say another word."

The Republic City Police Department’s headquarters were quiet, too quiet, for a city on the edge of collapse. Somewhere in-between the sea of skyscrapers, the city groaned under tension. From protests, to blockades, to backroom threats. But inside Lin’s office, it was still.

Kya pushed open the door without knocking. She didn’t care to wait. She was furious, and she wanted Lin to know it.

Startled by the noise, Lin looked up from her desk, a flicker of surprise passing through her eyes.

“Kya,” she said. “What are you doing here?”

“Tenzin told me.”

Lin’s fingers froze on the papers she hadn’t bothered to shuffle properly. Her silence was confirmation enough.

“You’ve arranged an evacuation,” Kya continued. “Me, some council members, a few non-benders, civilians. You're staying behind.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lin said evenly.

“You know damn well what I’m talking about.”

Kya made her way across the room, stopping short of the desk. Her jaw clenched. Her heart hurt. “Don’t say another word. Not when you’re lying to my face.”

Lin’s expression hardened, and she looked away.

“I’m just trying to protect you,” she said.

The words stung more than Kya wanted to admit. She exhaled slowly, trying to keep the heat in her chest from turning into something sharp.

“I don’t need protection,” she said. “What I need is my partner.”

Lin didn’t speak. Only stared at the papers on her desk.

“I can protect myself. I can protect others. Do you not trust me?”

“I trust you,” Lin shot back. “But if something happened to you in all this mess, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”

For a moment, Kya looked at her, really looked at her. Lin’s mouth was drawn in a line too tight to be strong, and her eyes looked heavy with all the things she didn’t know how to say. Kya understood, then. But that wasn’t an excuse. 

“I can’t lose you, Kya,” Lin added quietly.

Kya took a breath in. “I know, Lin. I can’t lose you either. But I decide if I stay or not. Not you.”

Lin looked at her for a long moment, her hands fidgeting with the papers on her desk. Kya saw the battle behind her eyes, the internal fight between duty and fear, between love and the need to control. Kya waited.

Eventually, Lin nodded.

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Can you do 15.What would happen if i kiss you right now.

Please

I had so many ideas for this one.

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Prompt: "What would happen if I kissed you right now?"

The archive was dead quiet, save for the low hum of a single, flickering lamp and the occasional creak of old floorboards. Dust hung in the air like smoke, and the whole place smelled like paper, like old stone, and time.

Lin Beifong stood hunched over a crate of police files, flipping through incident reports, one by one, her brow furrowed. She was in work mode—detective mode—and nothing but a bomb could interrupt her.

Except, perhaps, Kya.

“This is not how I thought I’d be spending my Friday evening,” Kya groaned from somewhere behind her.

Lin didn’t even glance up. “You said you wanted to help with the case. This is helping with the case.”

“Ugh. I thought it would be exciting, but this is so boring. What are we even looking for again?”

“Any and all reports on the Harbor Explosion from '28,” Lin replied, scanning the page in front of her. “Internal notes, police logs, city council records. Anything not in the public archives.”

“Right.”

There was the sound of papers rustling, followed by Kya’s voice lifting with amusement. “Ah, look at this little print! Isn’t it adorable?”

Lin looked up to find Kya holding a paper card with an image of a lemur on it. “Yes. The cutest. Put it back.”

Kya’s eyes glinted. “What would happen if I took it?”

“I’d have to arrest you. Put it back.”

Kya made a dramatic, long-suffering noise. “Pfft. You’re no fun.”

She placed the print back and began to wander the room at a lazy pace, her arms loosely crossed. Lin tried to ignore her and refocus, but it was hard. Kya had this way of filling space. She was difficult to shut out.

“You know,” Kya said casually as she strolled along a row of shelves, “it’s actually kind of nice here. Quiet. Chill. Romantic.”

Lin shot her a look. Kya grinned, raising one eyebrow just enough to imply flirtation and trouble, all at once. Lin rolled her eyes and ducked her head again, hiding the faint flush rising up her neck. Kya always did this, teasing her, and it annoyed Lin to no end.

“Ooh, look at this pretty vase!”

Lin glanced up just in time to see Kya on her tiptoes, reaching toward the top shelf where a delicate, dust-covered vase sat precariously between two ledgers.

“Kya–”

“Can I have it?”

“No!” Lin snapped. “Stop touching things.”

Kya’s bottom lip jutted out as she—thank the Spirits—carefully placed the vase back onto the shelf, before turning around wandering deeper into the archive.

Lin exhaled and rubbed a hand down her face. She should’ve known better than to bring Kya here. Technically, she wasn’t even allowed access, as non-officers weren’t permitted in these restricted stacks, but Kya had insisted, practically pleaded, eyes wide, to help out.

And, frustratingly, Lin hadn’t been able to say no.

“Oh Lin, look at this necklace. It’s gorgeous.”

Lin didn’t even look up. "Yes. Don’t touch it.”

When no reply came, Lin looked up to find Kya reaching for the glass casing.

In one breath, Lin was across the room. On instinct, she grabbed Kya’s wrist, yanked her away from the case, and pushed her back against the nearest table. Kya’s back hit the edge and Lin pressed close, one arm holding her in place.

“Kya,” she snapped sharply, “are you stupid? You’re going to trigger the alarm. Stop. Touching. Things.”

But Kya wasn’t listening.

She was looking at Lin with wide eyes, her face flushed. Lin realized—far too late—how close they were. How warm Kya felt. How good she smelled. How her chest rose and fell just a little too fast. How Lin’s hand was wrapped tightly around her wrist, and how the weight of her own body was angled forward, holding Kya there, feeling the soft pressure of her hips against her own.

Lin’s mind had gone blank. The file she’d been reading was gone. The archive was gone. The case, the paperwork, the fact that Kya had almost gotten them caught, gone. All she could focus on was Kya. The curve of her mouth. The way she was looking at her like–

Like she knew.

Kya tilted her head just slightly, her gaze flicking from Lin’s eyes to her lips and back again. Her expression softened.

Then she smiled.

Slow. Intentional. Dangerous.

“What would happen if I kissed you right now?”

The words weren’t loud, but they hit like a gong. Lin’s heart skipped a beat. No, slammed into her ribs. She couldn’t speak, or move. Her grip on Kya’s wrist had tightened involuntarily, like letting go would snap her back to reality.

She swallowed, her voice barely more than a whisper.

“Only one way to find out.”

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58- "Do I make you nervous?", just finished TLOK, and well not seeing Kya in the final season was so uncool👎So really need your Kyalin's fic right now 🙏

Kya should've gotten more screen time, fr.

Thanks for sending me a prompt, I feel like this one is so Kya-coded.

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Prompt: "Do I make you nervous?"

Lin hadn’t meant to come to Air Temple Island.

Okay, maybe she had. Just a little. Enough to tell herself it wasn’t about avoiding the station’s healer who’d definitely tattle to the Chief if she found out Lin got herself banged up in a routine patrol. It was just that the injury wasn’t serious. Just a pulled shoulder. A bruise. Some stiffness.

So when she stumbled into the island’s courtyard, gritting her teeth and hoping for a quiet monk with decent healing skills, the last person she expected to see was Kya.

She stepped out of one of the side halls, her robes half undone, her hair wet and curling around her shoulders like she’d just come from the bathhouse. She froze mid-step, then smiled slowly. “Well, look what the badgermole dragged in.”

Lin scowled before she could stop herself. “The fuck are you doing here?”

Kya raised an eyebrow. “Charming as ever. I live here now. Again.”

“You were in Ba Sing Se.”

“Was.” Kya shrugged. “Came back last week.”

Lin shifted, wincing as her shoulder twinged. Big mistake, because Kya noticed immediately. “You’re hurt.”

“I’m fine.”

Kya stepped closer, eyes narrowing. “You’re not. Come on.”

“I said I’m–”

But Kya was already walking away, calling over her shoulder. “Kitchen. Good light, no monks. You’re lucky I’m bored.”

Lin considered turning around and leaving. But her shoulder throbbed, so she followed her inside.

The kitchen smelled like tea and ginger. It was warm and full of soft shadows from the afternoon sun. Kya rolled up her sleeves, humming under her breath as she filled a bowl with water and set out a cloth, like this was just something she did every day, like she wasn’t about to put her hands on Lin in a way that made her entire nervous system rebel.

“Sit,” Kya said without looking up.

Lin didn’t move. She suddenly felt awkward.

Kya turned and pointed at the stool beside the counter. “Sit, Beifong.”

Reluctantly, Lin sat, but she immediately regretted it. The stool was too low. The counter was behind her. And Kya, well, Kya stepped between her knees and the edge of the counter without hesitation, crowding her. Lin tried to lean back, but her shoulder screamed.

Kya reached for her jacket. “Off.”

“I can do it,” Lin insisted.

“You’re not doing it.”

Lin gritted her teeth but let Kya help. She shrugged out of the jacket slowly, biting back a wince when her arm resisted. Once the jacket was off, Kya pressed her palms to the sore muscle, assessing her injury, and Lin stiffened all over again.

“You’re tense,” Kya said.

“I’m fine,” Lin said, very clearly not fine.

Kya bent a stream of water out of the bowl and began to work, her hands, along with the glowing water, moving along her skin. Lin could feel the warmth pooling just beneath. Kya worked in slow circles, quietly, and Lin focused on the tile behind her head so she wouldn’t do something stupid like look directly at her.

“Relax,” Kya murmured.

Lin felt her face warm. “I am relaxed.”

“You’re holding your breath.”

“I’m not–” 

Kya pressed into a particularly sensitive spot with her thumb and Lin inhaled sharply. Dammit.

Kya’s hands slowed, and her voice dropped, teasing, “Do I make you nervous, Beifong?”

Lin’s spine went ramrod straight as the tips of Kya’s fingers brushed along her collarbone, trailing up the side of her neck to gently lift her chin, coaxing her to meet her eyes. She smiled, slowly, as she waited. 

Lin opened her mouth, but closed it again, as she stared into bright blue. She swallowed hard. Her whole body wanted to bolt, and she couldn’t move an inch. “You’re—”

Kya raised an eyebrow. “I’m…?”

Lin’s jaw clenched. “You’re annoying.”

Kya smiled again. The kind of smile Lin hated because it was soft and amused and saw right through her. “Mhm. That wasn’t a no.”

Lin looked away and scowled at the tiles again. Her face was too warm. Her whole body was too warm. She hated this. She hated how close Kya stood, how calm she was, how she smelled like cedar and sea air and something Lin could never name without wanting more of it.

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Amazing, I love it! Thank you 🥹

Freaky Kya...

She's so pretty igniegwibeos...sorry. I didn't watched tlok ( don't come for me ) but I shipped them soooo bad, and I mean kya...like katara's daughter 😶🏳️‍🌈 ( I'm still not recovering over the fact that she's lesbian )

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to keep you close

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Description: Kya is forced to cross a line she swore she never would.

The worst of it had to be over now. Surely, they were past the peak. 

But as Kya turned toward the triage doors, where loud shouting was heard, they burst open again. Two metalbending officers barreled in, carrying none other than Lin Beifong on a stretcher.

Kya’s blood ran cold.

Lin’s uniform was shredded, her chest rising in shallow, labored breaths. Blood soaked through makeshift bandages wrapped hastily around her torso, pooling beneath her on the stretcher. Her usually resolute face was pale, etched with pain.

“She’s losing blood fast!” one of the officers shouted. “She took a hit from a combustion bender—shrapnel everywhere—”

But Kya didn’t hear the rest. The words dissolved into static as her gaze locked onto the stretcher where Lin lay, motionless, wounded, covered in blood. Her blood. 

For one heart-stopping moment, all Kya could do was stare, frozen by the sight. Shock gripped her, her mind screaming at her to do something. Then, like water bursting through a dam, the healer’s instincts surged forward, shoving her emotions into the background. There was no time to panic.

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“Gave me joy” was so much fun, you’ve made me greedy. How about this one?

12: "Fine, I'll go with you."

Glad you liked it! This one is for @avatarfan11 as well :)

Prompt: "Fine, I'll go with you."

Kya fastened the last toggle on her coat and turned to where Lin sat on the couch. She had her arms crossed, her eyes fixated on the window and scowl firmly in place.

“I’m heading to Air Temple Island,” Kya said. “You sure you don’t want to come?”

Lin exhaled sharply through her nose. “We agreed you’d tell him,” she said. “Not that I had to be there for it.”

Kya sighed, walking over to sit next to Lin. A folded newspaper lay abandoned on the coffee table, the headline still visible: Chief Beifong’s secret romance? Kya had come across it on her way back from work. Lin had been furious about it.

She sighed again. “Lin.”

“No.”

“I didn’t even say anything yet.”

“You don’t have to,” Lin muttered. “I already know what you’re going to say.”

Kya leaned against the back of the couch. “You know I wouldn’t force you into this.”

“Then don’t.”

“And you don’t owe the press your personal life. It’s ridiculous that people think they have a right to gossip about who you date.” She hesitated. “But this isn’t about them. It’s about our friends, our family. And about Tenzin.”

Lin flinched—just a flicker, but Kya caught it. 

They had already told most of the people in their lives about their relationship, mainly because it had become harder and harder to hide. 

But Tenzin? Tenzin, being the oblivious airhead he was, somehow still hadn’t managed to figure it out. And they had held off on telling him, because they simply weren’t sure how he was going to take it. 

Kya softened her voice. “I know this is uncomfortable. Spirits, it’s weird for me, too. But I don’t want him to hear about us from some sleazy tabloid.”

Lin snorted. “He doesn’t even read that garbage.”

“Maybe not,” Kya admitted, “but better safe than sorry. I’d rather tell him ourselves than let some ‘anonymous source’ make up whatever nonsense they want.”

Lin didn’t answer, only grunted quietly in response. Kya tried to meet her eyes, but she wasn’t allowing it. She kept her gaze fixed on the floor, jaw set tight. It was clear Kya wasn’t going to get anything else out of her. 

With a final, deep breath, Kya pushed herself off the couch, straightening her jacket.

“Alright,” she said, reaching for her keys. “I’ll be back around ten.”

She had barely made it to the door when Lin finally spoke, “Spirits. Fine, I’ll go with you.”

Kya turned, a slow grin spreading across her face. “Yeah? Didn’t even have to bribe you.”

Lin shot her a look as she grabbed her jacket. “Shut up.”

Kya chuckled, pressing a kiss to Lin’s temple before grabbing her hand. “Come on, tough guy. Let’s get this over with.”

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Oooh I like this one.

Prompt: "I don't see the problem."

The rooftop of the temple had become their quiet place. It was never planned—at least, not at first. But somehow, every few days, they ended up here now. Sometimes they talked. Sometimes they just sat in silence, staring out at the city lights. Kya wasn’t sure when she’d started looking forward to it.

She leaned back on her hands, sneaking a glance at Lin, who sat beside her, both arms and legs crossed. She sat rigid, as always, her shoulders tense even in stillness. Somehow, Kya found it endearing.

Slowly, she let her gaze trace the contours of Lin’s face, lingering on the curve of her nose, the sharp angle of her chin. Then lower, down to her strong shoulders, her defined arms, her hips, and her thighs. Kya liked Lin out of uniform. Civilian clothes softened her, made her seem a little less like the unshakable Chief of Police, and a little more like the woman Kya had come to…

She stopped herself before that thought could fully form.

The collar of Lin’s button-up was uneven. A small thing, really, barely noticeable. But Kya caught it, and her fingers twitched with the urge to reach out, smooth it down.

Or maybe move it to the side just slightly, just enough to expose the curve of her neck, just enough to let Kya press her lips—

She swallowed thickly and forced herself to look away before her thoughts wandered any further. This was not the moment to think about Lin like that.

She focused back on the city lights, on how they flickered like fireflies, and on the gentle rustling of the wind. It was a peaceful evening.

"You know," Lin said after a while, her voice quieter than usual. Kya turned back to look at her. "If you want time to yourself, just say so. I keep ending up here. Figured you might be too polite to tell me to leave."

Kya huffed a laugh.

“You really think I wouldn’t just tell you to get lost if I wanted to be alone?”

Lin shrugged, but Kya caught a hint of a grin.

“Besides,” she continued, “I don’t see the problem. You make good company.”

Lin turned then, studying her. Kya held her gaze, steadily. For a moment, Kya wondered if Lin could see it, if she could feel the way Kya’s pulse quickened, the way her breath felt just a little too shallow, whenever Lin looked at her.

After a moment, Lin made a small sound, almost like she was about to say something. But instead, she just nodded and looked back ahead. But Kya caught the way her shoulders loosened, just slightly.

If only you knew how much I want you here, Kya thought.

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Five-word sentence prompt:

25: "It gave me great joy."

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Prompt: "It gave me great joy."

"Well, that was something," Kya deadpanned, swirling her half-finished drink as she surveyed the wreckage around them.

The restaurant, once an upscale, candlelit escape, was now a battlefield of shattered furniture and groaning triads. Lin stood in the center, adjusting her cuffs like she hadn’t just thrown a man through a table.

She sighed. "They were extorting the owner. What was I supposed to do?"

Kya raised an eyebrow. "I don’t know, maybe not bodyslam one of them into our dinner?" She gestured at the overturned table, their meal now a mess of noodles and broken porcelain on the floor.

Lin crossed her arms. “You were the one who told me to have fun tonight.”

“And?”

“I’m having fun!” she said, gesturing at the scene as if it were obvious. “Are you saying you’re not having fun?”

Kya shook her head with a grin. "Oh, absolutely. Watching my girlfriend dismantle an entire gang with her bare hands? It gave me great joy. Really set the mood. But now what are we gonna do about our dinner?"

Lin shrugged. "There's still a perfectly good dumpling on that table over there."

Kya followed her gaze to a lone, miraculously intact dumpling sitting atop an overturned plate amidst the wreckage. She sighed dramatically. "Wow. The height of romance, truly."

Lin smirked. "You want it or not?"

Kya shook her head. "You’re lucky I love you."

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Can you do 12 and 27 please 😊

I went with 27 for now, I'll write something separate for number 12 :)

Prompt: "Kiss me or leave me."

Kya never forgot the way it ended. How their fragile, still undefined thing had shattered the night she’d told Lin she was leaving. How Lin, hurt and furious, had lashed out, accusing her of running, of never having planned to stay. Of not having cared. 

How she had let the door slam behind her, unsure if she’d ever walk back through it.

But now, years later, she was here again—muscles sore, bare skin against familiar sheets, Lin’s arm draped over her waist—watching the sun start to peak through the sheer curtains of Lin’s bedroom.

Lin stirred, then, waking with a sharp inhale. She retracted her arm and blinked her eyes open, propping herself up on one elbow. She took a moment to look at Kya, before sitting up, her muscles tight.

“Morning,” Kya tried.

It took a moment for Lin to speak. “This was a mistake,” she said, looking away.

Kya snorted. "Right. That’s why you pulled me into bed last night.”

Lin scowled. “Don’t—”

“Don’t what? Act like this means something?” Kya’s voice sharpened. “Because it does.”

Lin’s jaw clenched. “Whatever,” she muttered. “You’ll be out the door soon enough anyway.”

Kya pushed herself upright, turning to face her. “I didn’t have a choice before, you know that. But I do now.”

Lin didn’t answer. She just stared, unreadable, and Kya could feel the distance forming again.

She took a breath in, willing herself to stay calm, to not argue with her, to not give into Lin’s attempt to push her away, yet again. 

Not this time, she thought.

She moved closer to Lin, leaning in, softly grabbing her by the chin with the tips of her fingers, her blue eyes intently searching green. 

Her words were a whisper against Lin’s mouth, “Kiss me or leave me.”

Lin exhaled sharply, her fingers twitching like she was about to bolt—but then, with a frustrated growl, she pulled Kya in, crashing their lips together.

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what we leave unspoken, ch. 8

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Description: Kya is back, and Lin is forced to confront feelings she’s kept buried for decades.

For a moment, Lin thought the worst of the awkwardness had passed. The conversation picked up again around her, and she began to relax. 

Then, Bumi struck.

“You know, I heard some interesting noises last night.” 

Kya choked on her tea, quickly setting the cup down as she coughed. Lin froze mid-pour, the teapot hovering precariously over her cup.

A wicked grin spread across Bumi’s face, and he leaned back in his chair like a man who had nothing to lose. “Sounded like someone on the island was having a pretty good time. Any guesses?”

Tenzin gave him a withering look. “Must you always be so inappropriate?”

“I’m just saying!” Bumi exclaimed, throwing his hands up in innocence. “It was hard to miss. Maybe one of the acolytes found a little zen of their own. Or, I don’t know…” His grin widened as his gaze slid toward Lin. “Maybe that’s why someone decided to stay the ni—”

“Bumi,” Kya cut in smoothly, her voice with an edge of warning that could have silenced a hurricane. “You’re on thin ice. Keep going, and you might find yourself swimming in the bay.”

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New chapter for what we leave unspoken this week 🤩

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shifting ground, ch. 2

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Description: On a hot summer afternoon at Air Temple Island, Asami finds herself staring.

Lin stood back up and grabbed her shirt from where she’d left it on the table. As she slipped her arms through the sleeves, Kya let out a dramatic sigh. 

“Goodbye, abs. I’ll miss you,” she said.

Lin paused, turning to Kya with a flat stare as she pulled the shirt over her head. Kya raised her chin, smirking. She never got tired of teasing Lin. Or flirting with her. Potato, potahto.

“I’m serious,” she insisted with a nonchalant tilt of her head. 

Lin held her gaze for a moment, her eyes narrowing. Then, to Kya’s surprise, a small smirk began tugging at the corner of her mouth, and she lifted the hem of her shirt, just enough to reveal her toned stomach again.

And Kya certainly never got tired of Lin teasing her back. Or flirting back. 

Kya had seen Lin in various states of undress countless times over the years, so having her here in only a pair of sports pants and a sports bra was nothing new. Yet, somehow, seeing her impressively defined abs now, combined with that smug little smirk she was giving her, made her a little weak in the knees.

She gasped playfully, letting her mouth hang open as she fought the blush threatening to creep onto her face. 

“Tease!” she exclaimed.