#legend of korra fanfic

[pastel-peach-writes]

Hello!! I love your Korra X readers so I’m just gonna ask if you could do a Korra x Fem!reader (or GN up to you!) with the cliche plot of Reader being injured and not telling anyone until later? Hope you are doing well!!

YURR lets go. I initially wrote this as a fem!reader, but I didn't even use the reader's pronouns in this so, gender neutral reader it is!

Kiss It Better | Korra x Beifong!Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: With your girlfriend saving the world all the time, you take it as your job to not worry her with your own problems. If you needed help with something, you'd figure it out or get someone else's help. What happens when your "selflessness" nearly costs you an arm?

╰┈➤ WARNING: Injured!Reader, Suggestive Mentions, Cursing, Not Proofread, Beifong!Reader

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

It was a simple fracture. You were training with Bolin and a cluster of Earth hit you too hard in the arm. Bolin apologized and even offered to take you to the infirmary, but you rejected him.

One, you were a Beifong; you don't get hurt. Two, if you go to the infirmary, chances are you'll get a cast or some sort of sling. That'll worry your girlfriend, the Avatar, and with all the duties she had to attend to, your fractured arm was the least of her worries.

"Oh, fuck," you hissed, leaning back into your plush sofa. Typically, the plush cushions and fuzzy fabric would comfort you. The cushions would allow your muscles to relax and for your body to find comfort in the warm snuggles of your girlfriend's blanket. But now, the cushions only make your body hurt worse.

There was no support in the cushions. The plushiness was too plushy and the warm comfort typically found within the blanket was annoying.

"I'm home!" Korra announced. The woman kicked off her boots, put up her short hair, and plopped beside you on the couch.

You groaned, holding your bicep.

Korra tilted her head, raising a brow. "Hey, you okay? Was I too loud or something?"

Time slowed as you forced a laugh out of your chest. If you laughed too hard, your arm would ache. If you didn't laugh enough, Korra would assume something was wrong.

Nothing was wrong. At least, to her knowledge.

"Oh, sorry!" you smiled at her, "I was actually practicing this new joke Mako taught me. I was supposed to make this sound, but I guess I haven't mastered it yet."

"Oh... haha," Korra forced out of her. "No more taking joke suggestions from Mako. He doesn't have a funny bone in his body." The Avatar nestled her head on your chest. She hummed, snuggling into the warmth of your body.

"Right," you chewed on your lip. "I don't know what I was thinking."

-

"One, hit! Two, hit! Three--!"

"Okay!" you howled. You and Bolin have been training for three hours straight now. Something must've inspired Bolin because he's been sending over disks, boulders, and other forms of Earth toward you like there was no tomorrow. While he was losing pounds by sweating alone, your arm was screaming at you.

"Please stop moving me!" "I'm hurt!" "Why do you hate us?!"

You wished you could listen to your body. You really did. But you read somewhere that certain fractures can heal on their own with the proper rest and care.

You thought you could take it easy in training today, but obviously, Bolin had other plans.

"Oh," Bolin smiled, peeling himself away from his boxed stance. "Did I go too far? Sorry. Opal said something last night about guys working out and how she loved watching me train sometimes, so I wanted to work extra hard this practice so I wouldn't feel bad for showing off."

Your chest heaved up and down as the boy spoke. The fire in your arm was excruciating and it was spreading to your shoulders.

You trudged along the training center, going to a lousy bench where your water bottle and workout towel lay. "No, no," you told Bolin, "it's okay. I just need a break. That's all."

Lowering yourself onto the bench, your muscles and all the meat on your body felt like falling off the bone like you were a tenderly cooked piece of chicken. Your thighs ached and shook, like after an endless night with Korra. You took your towel and slung it over your good arm. You carefully opened your water bottle to take a sip.

Bolin followed after, mindlessly yapping about Opal and how pretty she was. Once he sat himself next to you and drank from his water, his eyes bulged out of his head, and water sprayed from his mouth.,

You whipped your head toward him, perplexed. "Oh, my Spirits! What was that?"

"What happened to your arm?" the boy exclaimed. He pointed at the swollen and bruised skin. Your rotator cuff was a deep purple with blue specs. He couldn't see it, but the bruising gave a pulsing sensation.

You scoffed and went for another sip of water. "Nothing. Just bumped into a pole."

"What kind of pole hit you like that?" he exclaimed again, now out of his seat. His green eyes were now filled with fear; his body trembled with worry.

You tried to shrug, but since your hurt arm was alarmingly tough and sore, only your good arm moved. "I don't know," you mumbled. "It was a while ago, I think. I can't really remember."

"Well, you have to at least let a nurse or someone qualified check you out! This looks bad, Beifong. No pole could've done this."

"Bolin," you rose to your feet. "I'm fine. Don't make me say it again." You didn't let Bolin get another word in as you gathered your things. "And Bolin, don't mention this to anyone."

-

Bolin can't keep a secret and honestly, it's your fault for telling him to keep one. You're his friend and Bolin doesn't believe in keeping his friends in danger. You need medical attention, even if you are too stubborn to admit it.

Immediately after practice, he ran to Mako who ran to Asami who told Korra.

When she first heard the news, Korra had mixed emotions. She was vexed because she didn't notice your pain and you didn't tell her, yet worried about the extremity of your injury. Could your arm fall off? What if the injury was actually worse underneath?

The Krew discussed your injury and how to intervene in your careless ways of living. There was a plan where they tricked you into going to the hospital, another where they took you out to dinner and would finesse you into spilling your guts, and then there's the plan they actually went through; the plan that made the most sense.

Korra was to go home with a smile on her face, cuddle and kiss on you for a while, and then ease into the conversation of training and injuries.

Mako thought the subtle conversation topic would force you to talk about your injury without actually forcing you.

Well, it's been two fucking hours of medical talk and Korra wasn't getting anywhere.

The two of you were cuddling on your bed, legs entangled with each other and her arms around your waist. She had her head on your good arm and from the corner of her eye, she could see the black and blue bruising that was growing to your neck.

Your pajamas acted as a pathetic way to hide it.

Korra was done playing the nice game. She had Asami in her head telling her to play the nice game and to ease into it. (She also had Mako claiming that Korra was unable to play the "nice-and-ease-into-it" game, but what Mako doesn't know won't kill him).

"Bolin told me," Korra spoke, her eyes fixated on the wall in front of you two.

You hummed, keeping your eyes closed. The ache and burn on your arm weren't as bad anymore. You also read somewhere that heat would inflame the injury more so after a quick lukewarm shower, you iced. You iced and replaced the ice for hours until Korra came home.

You were missing that ice right about now.

"Told you what?"

"That you have a disgusting bruise on your shoulder." Okay, so Bolin didn't describe it as disgusting, but what you don't know won't kill you either.

You snickered. "I ran into a pole, okay? It's not the big of a deal."

"Then why are you lying to me?" Korra pulled herself off of your chest. With delicate fingers, the Avater peeled the soft fabric off your shoulders.

The subtle movement of the fabric made you wince and the natural instinct was to push Korra away, so, you did. You pushed on her stomach to move her away from you. "Korra, don't."

"Oh, what are you gonna do?" she scoffed. Korra sat on her knees, shoulders squared to you and arms crossed over her chest. "Threaten me? You saw how that worked out with Bolin, nice move by the way." Korra's words were stern and leaning towards the angry side of things. Her nose scrunched while her nostrils flared. She was also gripping her arms so hard, her grip made marks.

"I didn't threaten him," you claimed.

"So, what would you call it? Being a bad friend? Telling him to keep your health a secret knowing damn well it's on the line?"

"My health is not on the line!" You've sat up from the bed now. Your bad arm rested on a mound of pillows and your good arm held it for support. "It's a tiny injury, sprain if you wanna go that far."

"That's rich," Korra scoffed. She shook her head, getting off the bed. "You can barely talk to me without the corner of your mouthing ticking from the pain. I can barely put my hands on your shirt and you can barely sit on the couch without groaning in pain."

You suddenly found interest in the ceiling. You took note of the texture and the color. You would find any new fact you could about this ceiling if it meant you could avoid Korra's burning gaze and her rising anger.

This is why you didn't want to tell her in the first place. She's worried about everyone else and for once, you wanted to be someone she doesn't have to worry about. But now she's here, yelling at you because she cares. Because you didn't tell her.

"I didn't want you to worry about me too," you mumbled. Your gaze dropped to the comforter. "You have so much on your plate, I wanted to ease the load. You shouldn't be stressed about me, you're the Avatar. You have more people to worry about."

Watching you struggle to look her in the eye, Korra sat herself on the bed. She put a soft hand on the mound of your knee, using her thumb to soothe the skin. "Hey," she spoke. "I am your girlfriend first and the Avatar second. I will always worry about you. You deserved to be worried about and cared for."

You swallowed thickly. The back of your throat scratched like you had a cold yet your mouth was eager to say something back. Your brain couldn't think of any words to say.

"Your struggles and problems aren't inferior to me. I want you to come to me with your troubles, not because I'm the Avatar, but because I'm your girlfriend. It's my job to care for you, to heal you when you're sick, and to pick you up when you're down. Master of the Elements or not, that's my job and it's yours too," she sighed. "So, please, for the first time, tell me what's wrong and what I can do to help you."

The moment your eyes locked with hers, a flood broke through you. You wept as you told her what was wrong with your arm and how long you've tried to sustain this injury, four days.

Korra could kick herself over and over again for not noticing how much pain you were in, but you were a good pretender. In some way, she had Bolin and Opal to thank. Without Bolin's sudden desire to train extra hard, you wouldn't be forced to stop pretending.

But instead of wallowing in self-pity and throwing a really weird party for the couple in her head, she comforted you. She pulled you to her chest and held you as tightly as she could without hurting you further.

The two of you stayed like that, you in her arms, for a while. You didn't take notice of the time spent in the position. You two focused on each other's breathing and warmth.

And finally, for the first time in a long time, you let Korra take care of you.

WC: 2,071

[peach-and-bugs]

Masterlist

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characters that I write for are organized in alphabetical order by fandom and by name. links will lead to my complete list of posted work for said character:

willing to write for characters: romantically (➵ ) platonically (✸) or nsfw (✧)

Character Alphabets (sfw ✸ & nsfw ✧)

Ask Box Headcanons and Blurbes

Agents of shield

Bobbi Morse ✸ ➵ ✧

Daisy Johnson/Quake ✸ ➵ ✧

Jemma Simmons ✸ ➵ ✧

Jiaying ✸ ➵ ✧

Leo Fitz ✸ ➵

Malinda May ✸ ➵ ✧

Phil Coulson ✸ ➵

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina 

Hilda Spellman ✸ ➵ ✧

Madam Satan/Lilith ✸ ➵ ✧

Sabrina Spellman ✸ ➵

Zelda Spellman ✸ ➵ ✧

Doctor Who

Amy Pond ✸ ➵ ✧

Bill Pots ✸ ➵

Clara/Clara Oswald/Oswin ✸ ➵ ✧

Eleven/Smith!Doctor ✸ ➵

Jack Harkness ✸ ➵

Missy/Gomez!Master ✸ ➵ ✧

River Song/Melody Pond ✸ ➵ ✧

Simm!Master ✸ ➵

Thirteen/Whittaker!Doctor ✸ ➵ ✧

Twelve/Capaldi!Doctor ✸ ➵

Five Nights at Freddy (movie)

romantic (➵) platonic (✸) nsfw (✧)

Mike Schmidt ➵ ✸

William Afton ➵ ✸

Vanessa Shelly/Afton ➵ ✸ ✧

Killing Eve 

Eve Polastrí ✸ ➵ ✧

Villanelle ✸ ➵ ✧

The Legend Of Korra

Asami Sato ✸ ➵ ✧

Bolin ✸ ➵

Bumi ✸ ➵

Izumi ✸ ➵ ✧

Korra ✸ ➵ ✧

Kuvira ✸ ➵ ✧

Kya ✸ ➵ ✧

Kyoshi ✸ ➵ ✧

Lin Beifong ✸ ➵ ✧

Mako ✸ ➵

Opal ✸ ➵

Tenzin ✸ ➵

The Last Of Us (Games)

Abby Anderson ✸ ➵ ✧

Dina ✸ ➵ ✧

Ellie Williams ✸ ➵ ✧

Joel Miller ✸ ➵

Tommy Miller ✸ ➵

Marvel 

Agatha Harkness ✸ ➵ ✧

Bucky Barns/Winter Soldier ✸ ➵

Bruce Banner ✸ ➵

Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel ✸ ➵ ✧

Darcy Lewis ✸ ➵ ✧

Drax ✸ ➵

Gamora ✸ ➵ ✧

Hela Odendottir ✸ ➵ ✧

Hope van Dyne/Wasp ✸ ➵ ✧

Jane Foster/Mighty Thor ✸ ➵ ✧

Kate Bishop ✸ ➵ ✧

Layla El-Faouly/Scarlet Scarab ✸ ➵ ✧

May Parker ✸ ➵ ✧

Mantis ✸ ➵ ✧

Maria hill ✸ ➵ ✧

Monica Ranbough ✸ ➵ ✧

Natasha Romanov/Black Widow ✸ ➵ ✧

Nebula ✸ ➵ ✧

Okoye ✸ ➵ ✧

Peggy Carter/Captain Carter ✸ ➵ ✧

Peter Parker/Spider-Man ✸ ➵

Sam Wilson/Falcon/Captain America ✸ ➵

Scott Lang/Ant-man ✸ ➵

Sharon Carter/Powerbroker ✸ ➵ ✧

Sylvie Laufeydottir ✸ ➵ ✧

Thor Odenson ✸ ➵

Valkyrie ✸ ➵ ✧

Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch ✸ ➵ ✧

Yelena Belova ✸ ➵ ✧

Parks and Recreation 

Ann Perkins ✸ ➵ ✧

April Ludgate ✸ ➵ ✧

Donna Meagle ✸ ➵ ✧

Jennifer Barkley ✸ ➵ ✧

Leslie Knope ✸ ➵ ✧

Star Wars 

Ahsoka ✸ ➵ ✧

Captain Phasma ✸ ➵ ✧

Finn/FN-2187 ✸ ➵

General Hux ✸ ➵

Han Solo ✸ ➵

Leia Organa ✸ ➵ ✧

Luke Skywalker ✸ ➵

Padmé Amidala ✸ ➵ ✧

Rey ✸ ➵ ✧

Rose ✸ ➵ ✧

Stranger things  

Argyle ✸ ➵

Chrissy Cunningham✸ ➵

Dustin Henderson ✸ ➵

Eddie Munson ✸ ➵

El/Eleven/Jane ✸ ➵

Erica Sinclair ✸

Jim Hopper ✸ ➵

Johnathan Byers ✸ ➵

Joyce Byers ✸ ➵ ✧

Karen Wheeler ✸ ➵ ✧

Lucas Sinclair ✸ ➵

Max Mayfield ✸ ➵

Murray Bauman ✸ ➵

Nancy Wheeler ✸ ➵ ✧

Steve Harrington ✸ ➵

Will Byers ✸ ➵

misc.

Alma LeFay Peregrine (mrs peregrine's home of peculiar children)✸ ➵ ✧

Elizabeth Corday (ER) ✸ ➵ ✧

Laura DeMille/Madame Rouge (Doom Patrol) ✸ ➵ ✧

Lily Lebowski (Crossing Jordan) ✸ ➵ ✧

Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates (Wednesday) ✸ ➵ ✧

Millie Rusk/MolotovGirl (Free Guy) ✸ ➵ ✧

Miranda Croft (The Flight Attendant)✸ ➵ ✧

Dr. Olivia Octaviouse (Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse)✸ ➵ ✧

Yellowjackets

Jackie Tayler (1996) ✸ ➵

Laura Lee (1996) ✸ ➵

Lottie Mattews (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

Misty Quigley (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

"Nat" Natalie Scatorccio (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

Shauna Sadecki (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

Taissa Turner (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

Travis Martinez (1996/2021) ✸ ➵

"Van" Vanessa Palmer (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

[orangepanic]

Finished Fic: Starvation Paradise

And it's done! You guys, this fic took me TWO AND A HALF YEARS but hey who's counting? 80,000 words of blood, sweat, and tears, and for the most part I mean those of the characters. As one reader put it, "If you enjoy near-constant suffering with copious amounts of character development and pining and the occasional sex scene in a cave or natural spring, this fic is for you."

I really ought to do something nice for Asami and Iroh after this.

Title: Starvation Paradise Fandom: Avatar: Legend of Korra Summary: A drunken accident leaves General Iroh and Asami Sato stranded somewhere in the frozen north. The oasis they find is their salvation, but as long as winter lasts, it is also their prison. As hopes of rescue wither and die, they must use what they have to survive. Or not. Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Injuries, Mild Sexual Content, Animal Harm Characters: General Iroh II, Asami Sato, minor appearances of others Pairings: Iroh II/Asami Sato When I Started: This fic was originally started for the @avatar-rare-pair-ship-challenge prompt "Seasons" in April 2021. You know, yesterday. How I Lost My Shit: At one point I let this story get too big in my head and then got a bit paralyzed by the level of ambition. I also wasn't quite sure how I wanted to end it. Those factors, plus life and 115 other fanfics, put it on the back burner for far too long in spite of the fact that it's always been one of my favorites. How I Finished My Shit: IRL I'm extremely motivated by deadlines and the idea of disappointing other people. Getting an artist with a posting date and knowing they'd be left holding the bag if I didn't finish was incredibly helpful. I've also been cheered on by a few very loyal readers and friends (@myargalargan, @yellowsalt3 and @badlucksav in particular) without whom I'd almost certainly never have completed this story. Love you ladies. Finally, I owe an enormous debt of gratitude to the @wipbigbang for giving me the structure and motivation to finish this fic, and to Doughrito Art for the beautiful cover art that to me perfectly captures the spirit of the story. Thank you!

[artistic-moth-man]

So the avatar after korra is coming in 2025 right

I didnt know this until recently, and at that point id built up my own ideas for the earthbender AND firebender after korra, the fate of the beifongs, etc

I wanted to make a comic out of it, but i think thats gonna take too long

On another note (i promise this is related), bloom's magic and Emily Windsnap rewrites are getting delayed

In conclusion

I have nine months to make an avatar fanfic with incredible mind blowing twists, lovely characters, mysterh beyond belief, and a combustion bending avatar in a world that doesnt need them anymore and i plan to make this fanfic goddammit

STRAP IN FOLKS, BECAUSE HEART OF A LION TURTLE IS COMING TO YOU SOON!!

[darthginger-5]

Just kinda curious on where people like to read fanfics. I currently only publish on Wattpad but mostly read on AO3. So I’m willing to publish on other sites to reach more people easier.

[thatonebirdwrites]

if you like a good fantasy story, where small details can have large ripple effects later, and enjoy the Avatar-verse, then take a look at my Legend of Korra fanfiction Shared Moments series. (I chose to not rewrite canon Book 1 because of reasons.) As long as you've seen the first season of Legend of Korra, then it should all make sense. Heck, you probably don't even need to see that, but book 1 would have more clarity if you did. This very much is a Korrasami fanfiction, where their relationship starts much earlier than canon. (I got rid of the romantic triangle weirdness with Mako in book 2 entirely).

I did a lot of research for this fanfiction. Dug into the Avatar-verse lore, especially the bending arts, Spirit World, spirit energy, the Beyond/Space, and how that all interconnects with the physical world. And let me tell you, I found a lot more gaps in the worldbuilding than I expected, which gives me a little freedom to dig deeper into some of my themes. I also looked at some common themes that the fandom seems to use in relation to the Spirit World and Spirits, so I collated those as well to try to find a sort-of consensus. (Not that there is one really.) That is reflected in how I depict Spirits and the Spirit World. Also, I strive to accurately depict how people in oppressive regimes often have underground mutual aid networks, and how these often have anarchist roots (I paint these as good because they are!). I explore themes related to justice, equality, mutual aid, disability, sustainability, balance, and building relationships. Korra and Asami's journey is very much a long arc of learning about how to listen to the people's needs and then give them the materials/tools needed to build what they need to be sustainable. Of course, the powers-at-be don't like that and fight Korra and Asami at every turn. Note: since I'm a queer disabled person, I wanted more queer disabled rep, so when our heroes face off in epic battles, they will have scars and deal with temporary (or permanent) disability. How they acclimate is crucial to their journey and the goal of justice, where no one is left behind. (Content Warning for: graphic violence, abuse, murder, poisoning, assault, attempted genocide.) To read summaries of the books, see below. For Books 4 and 5, the summary may be adjusted after I start writing those. At the moment, I only have an outline for those and scattered scenes.

I have Books 1, 1.5, 2, 2.5, and 3 finished. I have started Book 3.5.

Book 1 starts after Asami turns on her father, and it details scenes between the canon show's scenes. The book digs into the start of Korra and Asami's friendship and how Asami deals with the loss of nearly everything of her former life. Goal was to show some of her arc that the show glossed over.

Book 1.5 centers on Asami after the events of Book 1. It starts a few days after Team Avatar returns from the South after Korra's bending was restored by her past lives. Asami struggles with the aftermath of her father trying to kill her, his upcoming trial, the investigation into his properties, and her inheritance of Future Industries. Content Warning: Suicidal Ideation, PTSD, Traumatic Flashbacks

Book 2 is a rewrite of the canon version. Asami joins Korra in her journey to the South in hopes of scoring a deal with Varrick to save her beleaguered company, while she supports Korra's journey to better understand her spiritual side and her relationship troubles. However, Asami finds herself swept up with a hidden sect of Southerners that try to keep their traditions alive despite Northern oppression. She convinces Korra to visit this sect, and it starts their dark spirits investigations. Tensions rise in the South as the North invades, and Team Avatar finds themselves caught in an escalating conflict that leads to a World War.

In Book 2.5, Team Avatar return to Republic City after having survived a World War. Asami finds herself caught up in a spiral of flashbacks, strange headaches, and an unsettling feeling that something is very wrong with herself. Varrick tries to manipulate the press against Asami in a bid to lessen his sentence, but as she and Korra fight back, Asami discovers her mansion has been taken over by an unknown faction.

Book 3 involves the rise of airbenders all over the world. Team Avatar journeys with Tenzin and Jinora to seek out airbenders to rebuild the Air Nation, only to find that across the Earth Kingdom airbenders are going missing and others going into hiding. While they seek to unravel the mystery, Asami's health deteriorates as the symptoms she had since Harmonic Convergence begin to accelerate. To make matters worse, a group of criminals, who had attempted to kidnap Korra as a child, escape from jail and go on the hunt for the Avatar and her Mirror.

Book 3.5 details the rise of military dictatorship in the Earth Kingdom, while Asami and Korra tackle long-distance relationship troubles and their grueling recovery from the Red Lotus. However, Asami finds herself increases caught up in a political quagmire when her company starts the Republic City rebuild project and Asami begins following through on her promises to the mutual aid communities in the Earth Kingdom. She develops an undercover identity and works with the Air Nation to slow the rise of the dictator and provide aid to those in need. This book is being written and will be posted once I finish posting Book 3. It covers three years unlike the other books that span a few weeks to a few months at most.

Book 4 will detail Korra's return to Republic City and Asami's struggle to trust Korra again. However, the brutal dictator in the Earth Kingdom has set her sights on Zaofu and Republic City in a goal to take over the entire continent, but her experiments into spirit energy threatens to imbalance the physical and spirit world and imperil the lives of millions.

Book 4.5 covers Korra and Asami's vacation in the Spirit World.

Book 5 will cover Korra and Asami's return from their vacation and the subsequent recovery from war. However, danger looms when the secret of the spirit vines is stolen followed by explosive attacks on city centers across the world by an unknown but strangely familiar faction. (Still unwritten, but it's been plotted out already.)

So those are the already written or planned books thus far!

Enjoy!

[klkbass]

What Happened to Mako? (My Legend of Korra story)

I realized the other day that the Legend of Korra has been over for nearly a decade. Although many believe it is the inferior of the two Avatar shows, I have watched the entire series at least five times (maybe six). The biggest reason: Mako. Here was this handsome, cool, Firebender. I was a stan almost instantly.

After the series ended, I was disappointed with his outcome. I thought for sure he should be with Korra. So, I did what any good fan would do when they are displeased--I started writing my own version of events. The more common nomenclature: fanfiction.

It started as a Makorra story, but it wasn't NSFW or anything of that nature as many fan stories tend to rise. I wanted something that stayed true to the nature of the original cartoon. Something that could be shared with any audience similar to what "The Legend of Genji" was doing. Also, after reading the graphic novels, I wanted to further explore the ramifications of having humans and spirits living so close together. Thus, the question became, "What if Mako got cursed?" With his position as a detective, it could happen. It would also put him opposite of Tokuga. So, I wrote several thousand, thousand, words and, as things tend to do, eventually the story drifted out of my purview. It was fun while it lasted...but the seeds had been sown.

Fast-forward to San Diego Comic Con (SDCC) 2022. Avatar studios announce two new graphic novels. One to feature Azula, and the other--Mako; both to be released in the summer of 2023. I was ecstatic. After so many years we were finally going to get more LoK content and, more specifically, Mako content. That's when I decided to revisit my own story. Maybe it would have some similarities to what was to come. I rewrote the entire thing to be more canon. No longer was it Makorra. Korra could be there, but this was going to be his adventure. What started as a few chapters, evolved into what is currently around two-hundred thousand words of what happened to Mako after Korra.

When SDCC 2023 came around, I waited with baited breath for news of the aforementioned graphic novels. Azula's story was being pushed back to fall (fine), there was going to be a new story featuring Iroh and June (who asked for that?)--and that was it. No mention of the Mako graphic novel. Not even if it was officially canceled. It was simply non-existent. I was disappointed to say the least.

Alas, at least I had my own nonsense.

Then, a thought slowly began to build. I could share my nonsense. There are still fans out there who want to see more of Mako. Maybe I could find someone that might appreciate what I've done. No sense putting in all this work and keeping it to myself. I was hesitant of course. I've never shared any of my stories before. I'm hardly a wordsmith though I pretend to be one on the internet. After several months of waffling, I decided "what difference would it make?" I could keep it to myself where no one else would read it, or I could share it and maybe find someone else who might enjoy it. There was very little risk short of the wrath of the internet. Keyboard warriors are never shy about sharing their displeasure of things they don't like.

I guess, at this point in my life, I'm too old to care. (Don't ask my age!)

So, if you've made it this far, let me add my shameless plug. If any of this sounds interesting to you, you can find my story here.

Please enjoy, and here's to hoping we get something official.

[yell0wsalt]

Fic: Iroh's Little Secret

After The Keys to a Gasket and Something New, this one was only a matter of time

Rating: G

Summary: Iroh's day out of the palace results in an unexpected discovery

[1000korrasami]

Enjoy this snippet from my Korrasami Fanfic "Worlds Apart"

Read it now on AO3.

Scene: Asami’s workshop, Republic City. After Asami and Korra’s first kiss, Asami has an idea.

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After the kiss, they touched their foreheads together. Then they both smiled and giggled a little.

“Come on,” Asami said and pulled Korra up the stairs at the back of the shop. “I had a tiny apartment put in since I sometimes work on projects that keep me here late.” They walked through a room that looked like an office and then through another door. Korra first noticed the subtle smell of jasmine lingering in the air. The simple one-room studio had a bed in front of a large multi-glass window. The glass panes were different colors, and some were translucent, which cast a playful light in a soft glow on the bed.

“This is nice,” Korra commented as Asami guided her to sit on the bed. “Shut up and come here,” Asami said playfully. She gently placed her hands on the sides of Korra’s face, softly stroking her cheeks with her thumbs and getting ready to bring her hungry lips against Korra’s again.

“Spirits!” Asami said.

“What did I do?” Korra leaned back a little, feeling panicked. 

“Nothing, love,” Asami laughed. “Come on, let’s wash our hands…” she paused, “…and your face.” They went into the bathroom to wash. Asami looked at the oversized claw-footed tub and had an idea. She reached over and turned the water on, then faced Korra.

[wait-still-rendering]

here you go, @nuts-for-legumes!! i hope you have an amazing christmas :D

[thenextageoffen]

Chapter 2

20 years after Avatar Korra's mysterious disappearance, life continues on for all 4 nations. Having spent his life in an Avatar-less world, we join Earth citizen Fen as he navigates the new age and the new challenges that lay ahead of him. In this fan-made trilogy, it all starts with a nonbender named Fen . . .

Chapter 2 we join Fen as he navigates the delicate balance of family and social hierarchy within today's Ba Sing Se.

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[pastel-peach-writes]

Fire Comes From Within II | Korra x Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: In what's supposed to be the night of your life, you let the Avatar feel your wrath.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Cursing, Angry Reader, 4000+ Words, Rivals to Lover, (One-sided) Enemies to Lovers, Part Two, No Use of Y/n, Not Proofread

PART ONE

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"Where is she?!" your voice boomed through the halls. The doors to the locker room swung open, hitting the walls and then recoiling, almost smashing your teammate Yi in the process.

"Where's who?" Yi asked. The girl scrambled to match your strides, you were too in a fury to notice.

"You know who. I'm going to give her a piece of my mind. First, she's going to steal my spot on the Fire Ferrets then she's going to obliterate me in a match I'm supposed to win?" you scoffed. "She's the Avatar, she's not even supposed to be competing in the first place."

"Oh, come on, Lightning, you know she earned her place fair and square. She's not even using all of her abilities."

"I don't care!" you shouted. You turned on your heels to face Yi square. Your body was trembling with anger while your eyes expressed the pain you were trying your best to hide. "I tried out for the Fire Ferrets. I made it in and I was going to replace their teammate until she stepped in and ruined everything. My spot is on the Fire Ferrets, not the Elemental Mixers."

Yi frowned, her big brown eyes dimming as she stared into yours. "So, you don't want to be on the Elemental Mixers? You never did?"

"What? No, I just–"

"No, it's okay. I get it. I hope you can find your peace, Lightning." Yi left before you could get another word in.

With a yell, you turned away. That same fire in your chest made its return. Yet again, another thing ruined by Korra. You loved the Elemental Mixers, you did. But your heart was with the Fire Ferrets. It always has been and always will be.

As you came to, you noticed Guo's frame. He wasn't too far away in the halls and was talking to some person from another team. You hoped he didn't hear you yell, but the person he was talking to eyed you and then looked back at him

You groaned to yourself as Guo left the person. The male with the long brown hair looked at you displeased, his lips in a frown.

"How much did you hear?" you sucked in a breath.

Guo shrugged. "Just about all of it. Did you mean it?"

"Guo, you know I love being on this team. I think of you guys as family--"

"Did you or did you not mean it, Lightning? I don't have time for your games."

With your eyes fixed on him, you noticed the sternness in his eyebrows. Usually on the thicker side and friendly, they seemed to have thinned out and expressed a massive amount of disappointment.

"I mean it, Guo. I'm sorry--"

He interrupted you once again. "I'm sorry," for the first time since you joined the team, he called you by your name, "you're off the team. Someone on the Elementals doesn't express their hate towards other players or their own team. As you said, we're a family. A family that loves each other and protects each other.

"I saw how you broke Yi's heart. I watched the fear in her eyes as she watched you storm and rant about whatever the heck you were ranting about this time. You're off the team, officially, for unsportsmanlike behavior."

"Oh, come on! You can't kick me out. Like you said, we're family. Family doesn't kick out family, Guo."

The older boy shook his head. "It's clear to me now that you were never family, just a pretender." And like his "sister", Yui, Guo left without you getting another word in.

In the hall, you've captured the attention of some ongoers. Most of them you didn't care about, but then your eyes landed on bright blue eyes and deep skin.

She just had to be there whenever you're at your worst, doesn't she?

You walked through the crowd of people, brushing past them and glaring into Korra's eyes as you met her in the middle of the crowd. "You ruined everything for me, Avatar," you grimaced. "You've stripped everything I've ever worked for and known of from me in just a matter of weeks. You're a rookie. You shouldn't have all these favors and things handed to you just because you're the human the spirits chose to master the four elements."

Korra didn't say anything. Her expression was unreadable with her blank eyes and stone face.

"I hate you, Korra, and I hope karma bites you in your ass."

--

You didn't know Guo was serious about kicking you off the team. After the match, win or lose, the pro-bending teams were having a party to celebrate the end of the season. One of the teams rented out an old-school ballroom to host the party.

The party was electric, similar to the party a couple days ago, but the energy was significantly higher probably because all of the hard work was over.

You had to attend this party, it was the party of the season, but Guo got your name off the list. When he had time to do that, you had no clue.

You sat outside, high upon the marble steps to the ballroom. Guards stood by the entrance of the building, dressed in slick black suits and glasses like they were someone important.

Many partygoers and pro-benders eyed you and spoke to plus ones about you sitting on the steps. Though everyone eyed you differently, some with sad expressions and others with anger, they all spoke about the same thing.

"I heard they got kicked off the Elemental Mixers." "Do you hear that they got into it with the Avatar?"

"I heard them and Guo were in a relationship and had a messy breakup."

"That's not even what happened!" you exclaimed to a woman no more than 3 years older than you. She stuck her tongue out, her arm tightly wrapped around the girl. The two of them swayed their hips up the stairs, giggling to themselves.

"Why don't you just leave?" Mako spoke, making your eyes snap from the side of you to in front of you.

On the steps below stood Mako, Bolin, and Korra in their best party wear. If you weren't extremely pissed at them, you might even say they looked good.

Might.

You shrugged and faced your body away from the three. You didn't know why yourself, but you weren't going to tell them that. They knew enough about you already.

Mako let out an irritated sigh in replace of your silence. "Fine, don't tell us. Staying out here is just going to make you feel worse about yourself. Plus, you can't stay out here forever. You're going to get cold eventually."

"Goodbye, Fire Ferrets," you said, your gaze still not on them.

The three of them sighed in unison before walking up the stairs. Korra kept her eyes on you as they walked, but you didn't care enough to notice.

"I feel bad," Korra whispered to her teammates once they reached the door.

Mako scoffed. "Are you forgetting the part where they tried to trash talk you and then expressed utter and complete hatred towards you?"

Bolin nodded, agreeing with his brother. "Yeah, and you're the Avatar. No one should hate you."

"But that's the thing," sighed Korra. "They hate me because of who I am or at least what I represent. Because of my abilities, I've taken everything away from them. They trained their whole lives for a spot on the Fire Ferrets and all I had to do was flash a pretty smile towards Mako."

Mako scoffed again, more flustered this time. "That is not all you had to do."

Korra shrugged with a grin. "It's pretty much it."

"Pretty smile or not, you earned your spot on this team. They're jealous and will have to deal with it." Mako put his hands on Korra's shoulders. "You're the Avatar and it's unlike you to shy away from that. Don't let someone hating your destiny dim your light."

Korra stared into his eyes, her blue eyes sparkling. Bolin stood beside them, glancing between the Avatar and his brother. Mere seconds later, Korra laughed in his face. She took his hands off her shoulders, laughing harder.

"Wow, you almost sounded wise for a second," Korra snickered. Mako huffed with red cheeks. He turned his body away from Korra with a grumble. "I'm gonna go apologize, but that was good, Mako!" Korra announced as she ran down the stairs. "You should be a comedian!"

Korra's pumps clicked and clacked against the marble steps. You could hear them above the commotion from the party. You laid an arm along your lap and rested your chin in your other palm. You did your best to ignore Korra, feeling her presence directly behind you, but the Avatar was as stubborn as she is powerful.

"Hey, Mixer," her voice carried over. "Can I sit here?"

You kept your gaze away from her. Why would you give her the chance to look into your eyes, the gateway to the soul, and find something to make fun of you for? Something to use against you and make you feel even shittier than you do now?

From the side of you now, Korra sighed. She sat down a few feet away from you. Her legs stretched down the bottom of the steps and crossed at the ankle as she leaned back on her hands. Just like you, she avoided your gaze. Not because she was worried about what you discover about her, no. But because she didn't know what to say yet.

She came over to apologize but she didn't think of the words to say. How would she bring it up? Should she come out and say it or should she make a segway into the apology?

The orange sky with pink ribbons captured her attention. There were barely any white clouds in sight and the golden rays of the sun made the white and gray marble steps sparkle.

A breath moved past Korra's lips. "The sky looks nice."

On your side of the steps, the sky was a murky blue. The clouds were dark, almost resembling a storm. The moon wasn't to be seen, so there was no light to illuminate the clouds or sparkles of stars. You scoffed, taking in the bleak sight of the sky. "Yeah, right. It looks like the Wicked Witch is coming."

"Huh?" Korra veiwed the sky to her right, where you were sitting, and snickered. "No, not over there." A hesitant hand reached out to turn your shoulder but quickly retracted. "I mean over here." She pointed at the sunset.

Taking a gander at her side of the world, you tilted your head to the side. Nice was barely scraping the bowl to describe the sky's beauty.

The colors were warm and soft strands of clouds danced across the sky. The inviting warmth of the sun's rays invoked peace within you. You had to take a deep breath to really captivate and absorb Nature's gift. The sunset wasn't just nice. It was perfect.

After minutes of comfortable silence, you spoke. "What are you doing here, Korra?" The sunset was becoming enveloped by the dark sky, but for some reason on Korra's side of the world, it wasn't as dark. "You should be inside."

Korra shrugged. "I wanted to apologize. I think I understand why you hate me."

Understanding? Korra? The hot-headed Avatar, known for holding a grudge, was apologizing to you after you initiated all the arguments you've shared? The action was out of character. She should be trying to pick a fight with you like you have for the entirety of the season.

You shook your head, watching the sun disappear behind the horizon. "You have nothing to apologize for." You should be the one doing the apologizing yet you couldn't find yourself to.

"I took your spot on the team. I overheard your conversation with your teammate and then again through the grapevine. I never thought about the lives I affected by taking the open spot on the team. Some say it wasn't fair for me to be on their team, but I thought it was being I was the Avatar," Korra scoffed. "I mean, a lot of stuff is about me being the Avatar, but I realize there's another side to that.

"I didn't try out or train to get my spot on the team. I showed up and was accepted practically on the spot. I was so happy to be a part of something that uplifted benders. I didn't think about the dreams I would be crushing."

You grumbled. You picked at your outfit and returned your gaze to your side of the world. It was dark just as it was before.

Korra sighed at your silence. She mimicked your actions and picked at her blue dress while watching the clouds move across the sky. "We don't have to be friends, but this thing between us needs to stop. It won't be worth it since I won't be on the team anymore."

"What?"

"I'm leaving. Most of this information is classified so don't tell anyone, but my duties as the Avatar are going to rise significantly as time passes. I won't have time to be on the Fire Ferrets, no matter how much I want to. It's only right that my spot goes to someone who earns it. You."

You shook your head. You met her eyes and searched for insincerity or hints of a joke. Her eyes, instead of the words previously described, were the opposite with a genuine gaze and a slight smile on her face. "I don't get it. You hate me."

"No," corrected Korra. "You hate me. I never hated you, just found you mildly annoying." There was a chuckle that followed after. Without staring at her in a fit of rage, the sound of her laughter was actually... pleasant. You wouldn't mind hearing it again.

"Ha. Ha." You adverted your sight. You rested your chin back on your palm. Become a part of the Fire Ferrets and for real this time. An actual tryout, a chance. It would finally be your time to shine. "What about your teammates? You may not hate me, but they hate me for hating you. How could I try out if they won't let me."

"Oh, trust me," a devious smile spread across Korra's lips, "they'll let you."

--

It took careful consideration, around 6 minutes, before you agreed to take Korra up on her offer. Honestly, you thought yourself to be a fool to reject another opportunity to be on the Fire Ferrets.

Though it took a lot of convincing on Korra's side to allow Mako and Bolin to let you try out, your tryout went well.

You hit every target, fired Earth disks when told, and showcased your agility. The brothers were impressed, obviously, but them accepting you into their team wasn't what surprised you. It was the team disassembling just minutes after you were accepted.

It was just your luck to want something so badly, get the opportunity to have it twice, just for it to be ripped out from under you.

Your rage towards disassembly was justified but not targeted towards anyone. The classified information Korra was talking about the night of the party? Yeah, apparently there were people out there taking away Benders' abilities. And being close friends with the Avatar and benders themselves, Mako and Bolin had no choice but to help Korra out.

Days into fighting Amon and discovering his plans, the Krew realized they were taking on more than they thought. Every hour, Amon was recruiting new members. Now his small group of around 20 expanded to nearly 100. The Krew was outnumbered.

"We're going to need more help," Asami informed her friends. The Krew stood around a map spread out on a table at the Air Temple. "Preferably someone agile, has a history doing combat, and is lightning quick."

Korra quipped a brow, smiling at the side of her mouth. Agile, history of doing combat, and lightning quick; Korra knew just the person.

It seemed like Korra was going to be doing a lot of convincing this season. The Avatar thought you would be eager to jump at the opportunity to fight side-by-side and to use your bending for something other than professional bending, but she was wrong. You flat-out refused to join her Krew.

"It's the same story," you informed the Avatar. You two were sat at a ramen place, slurping on noodles and drinking locally made tea. This wouldn't be your first time hanging out with the Avatar. In fact, since your joining and then well, leaving the Fire Ferrets, you two found out that you like each other more than you wanted to admit. "I get the chance to work with Mako and Bolin then it gets torn away from me. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. But fool me three times? Nuh-uh." You slurp up another noodle before continuing. "Not doing it."

"Oh, but come on," Korra whined. "There's no way for you to get kicked out this time! There's no one else in the running for your exact spot and there isn't going to be another worldly crisis taking the brothers away from you. Swear!"

You shook your head as you continued to chow down on your ramen. "Nope. Not happening. Find someone else."

"But there isn't someone else!" Korra pounded her fist on the table. The action shook the table, a thud echoing throughout the wood. Your cups and bowls rattled as the table continued to move. "There is no one as fantastic as you, Lightning. Guo said it himself, Mako and Bolin saw it, and even I did when we were competing. You're letting your fears take control of your life. You didn't have any fears when going against me and trash-talking, and I can kick your ass faster than anyone on this planet."

Through a smile, you scoff. "You wish, Avatar."

Korra rolled her eyes, her smile matching yours. "Come on, Lightning. If you can take me head-on, you can take on these Equalists. My crew and I will be right there fighting beside you if that helps anything."

From your seat across from her, you could see the eager determination in Korra's eyes. She was serious when she said there's no one else to take your spot and that her team needed you. Even through all the petty arguments and digs, Korra saw the best of you. The you that you refused to see sometimes. There was no need for competition if you were on the same team as your rival. Plus, how badass would it be to fight beside the Fire Ferrets? Oh, Kei was going to blow her lid.

"Fine," you prepped another bite of your ramen. "I'll help you guys out but as a guest, okay? I'll fight alongside you until the Equalists are gone, but once they are, I am too. I'm going back to pro-bending."

"Yes!" Korra bumped her fist in the hair. A grin spread wide across her cheeks and her eyes into upside-down C's. "You won't regret this, Lightning. Swear."

--

Your fight against the Equalists was your first with the Krew, but it definitely wasn't your last.

As you fought alongside them, you saw progress in your growth and how you fought. Bolin was the perfect role model to look up to and his positive happy-go-lucky attitude was infectious. There were even moments when Bolin taught Korra some Earth-bending moves and you were invited to join in on the lesson!

Sure, you were more focused on Korra's muscles than improving your skills, but that was a price you were willing to pay to be a part of the Krew. Speaking of Korra and her muscles, you two definitely grew closer as the years went on.

Since she was your top rival, you would train and spar with her the most. In the beginning, it was a bit annoying. Now that Korra could use all four elements, mostly three in the early days, she was hard to beat. She would use your own Earthbending tactics against you and then blast some fire your way just to annoy you. But now, years later, it was second nature.

Sparring with Korra will always be tough no matter your skill level, but she taught you great defense and offense. You were lighter on your toes which was usually hard for an Earth bender, increased your flexibility and hand-eye coordination.

"Is that all you got, Lightning?" Korra taunted. She used two fingers to shoot a fire stream. She was careful to let the fire blow a few feet away from your calf. She wasn't trying to burn you, you were too cute to burn. She wanted to let the heat annoy you and get you irritated.

Her Earthbender, who wasn't hers just yet, was cute when ticked off. Well, in a sparring sense. Korra blamed your early relationship for her finding you cute when sweaty and threatening to beat her into a pulp. Your threats were empty. She knew this and it's exactly why she wants to poke fun.

"Korra," you growled, moving out of the way of her attack. "What did we say about using fire?" You stomped your foot and a boulder rose from the Earth. With the circle of your forearm, the boulder grew in height. You swiped your arm across your chest. The boulder dashed in front of your body, you pivoted your standing foot and struck the rock toward Korra with a kick.

Korra laughed. She used dainty fingers and hands to pull two streams of water up her body and then towards the boulder to stop it from colliding with her body. "Nothing! It's free game!"

You groaned to yourself. It was times like this that made you miss your shared pro-bending days. Life was so much easier when Korra was restricted to her waterbending. You punched the racing boulder twice and it exploded into two halves. You took the first half and propelled it towards Korra. As expected, she took the rock and shoved it into the ground behind her. The rock acted as a wall.

With her back turned toward you, you took the other half and shoved it into the ground opposite of the first half. Korra spun on her toes as the ground shook beneath them. With a smirk, you collected other rock walls and built a makeshift shelter around her.

"Oh, really?" Korra called out. She turned around herself, surrounded by the walls made out of rock. She shook her head, rolling her hands in a balling motion to gather air. "This is so easy to get out of. Why did they even do this?" Using the air she collected, Korra spun up into the air. The walls busted from the movement, falling flat to the ground.

The Avatar's ponytail whipped around her head as she continued to spin 8 feet into the air. Up in the air, Korra couldn't help but notice you weren't to be seen. The Avatar landed on the slab you used for the roof, her eyebrows knitted. "What--" she scoffed while circling herself. "Lightning?"

A gust of air is violently taken out of Korra as you tackle her from the side. She cried out a groan, and you two pummeled into the ground. "Hah!" you war-cried.

The two of you rolled around in the dirt. The sounds of rustling clothes and leaves filled your ears. Korra grabbed onto your wrists as you two tumbled down the faint hill of the training grounds. "Spirits, Lightning, stay still!"

"No!" you laughed out. As you continued to fight and wrestle on the way down from the hill, your sweaty faces dirtied from the earth you two insisted on rolling in. Finally, with an accidental jab to her ribs, Korra decided she'd had enough.

She grunted, pinning your back into the patch of grass. Her hands formed what some would call a white-knuckle grip around your wrists. Her teeth were gritted, beads of sweat rolled in between her eyebrows and down the side of her face. She's almost seethed from childish horseplaying until she sees your laughing face.

Your laugh expressed a childlike joy. It reminded Korra of Jinora and Ikki playing pretend. They would frolic around the temple, using tablecloths as princess dresses. They took sticks or cooking utensils, whichever were available at the time, and used them as wands. As they stood and jumped around furniture, their giggles would echo throughout the Air Temple.

That sound, their laughter, soothed Korra even on her toughest days. On the days she disliked Mako and Asami. On the days she couldn't figure out airbending, Jinora's and Ikki's laughter would be heard from down the hall and remind her that everything would be alright.

Since the girls considered themselves to be "too grown" to play princesses, Korra assumed she would never find a sound to invoke that emotion within her again. That was until she pinned you down on the grass, your arms in the grip of her hands, and her thighs on the sides of your body, she heard it.

Your belly flexed and relaxed with your laughter. The sun beaming directly into your face didn't stop you from laughing and squirming from underneath Korra. "You should've seen your face! Oh, my Spirits, I wish I had that photographed."

Korra sat back, removing her hands from your arms. Though she was holding you down anymore, your back remained on the grass. Korra watched with an embarrassed yet fond smile on her face. "Yeah, haha. Let's make fun of the Avatar," she chuckled.

"Please!" you opened your eyes, the apples of your cheeks bright from your smiling and laughs. "You had it coming. You know how I feel about your unfair fire bending."

"'Unfair'?" exclaimed Korra with a laugh.

"Yes, unfair!"

"No, 'unfair'! You are my rival, Lightning," she poked your chest. "You're the only person I practice my firebending with. What, you prefer I get rusty and only use my firebending on the bad guys?"

A sound that was similar to a giggle escaped your throat. "Yes, actually. That would be best. Or, y'know, go train with Mako."

Korra rolled off your body and lay beside you instead. You missed the squeeze of her thighs around your stomach, but considering you were breathing easier now, it might've been for the better. "Absolutely not. Mako doesn't get cute-upset like you. He just gets upset like a dad. It's not a pretty sight."

You snickered. "Dad Upset" would be the perfect word to describe Mako's disappointment. Arms crossed over his chest, lips in a scowl, and his eyebrows so close together, they looked like one with a huge dip in the middle. "That's pretty accurate actually." You wiped your glistening forehead with the back of your palm. "So, you think I'm cute?"

Korra shrugged, a flustered smile threatening to break through her cool facade. "Yeah. That okay?"

Taking your gaze from the bright white clouds that were traveling across the vibrant blue sky, you meet the different vibrant blue of Korra's eyes. "Yeah, as long as I get to think you're cute too."

If Korra's flusteredness ever showed on her face, you didn't see it. The moment your sentence ended, she was grinning with a teasing sparkle in her eyes.

"I knew it! I knew you liked me. See," Korra laid on her side and rested her head on her palm. "I thought so when I kept catching you staring at me that morning of the big tournament, but I wasn't sure. I mean, you were so angry with me over nothing!"

The mention of your "hating Korra" arc struck a cringe from deep inside you. You slapped your hands on your face and groaned. "Please, don't mention it. I regret that whole situation every day."

"Nah, nah, nah," Korra laughed. "Don't regret it. If it wasn't for your angstiness, you wouldn't have gotten kicked off the party list and we would've never spoken on the steps. Without that conversation, I would've never thought of you to help out for Amon and we wouldn't be here... talking about the crushes we have on each other."

You let out a sigh, dragging your hands down your face. You wanted to tease her about using the 'c' word because when did you ever admit to having a crush on her? You just said you thought she was cute. But, nevertheless, you let it slide. You slipped your hand into hers and squeezed her calloused hand. "Yeah, whatever..."

Korra snorted. She poked your cheek with her other hand as the teasing sparkle in her eye morphed into a teasing smile. "You like me. I bet I kept you up at night." You closed your eyes with a heavy sigh. Korra only laughed. "I bet you thought about my arms wrapped around your body because, let's be honest here, you were not subtle with your staring."

"Korra," you warned.

"I wonder how long it took you to realize how many times I crossed your mind. I wonder when you realized the shift of hatred to 'Whoa, I'm in love with the coolest girl in the universe'."

"Korra."

"Oo!" she giggled a little. "I wonder how many times we got so close in sparring that it made your heart race. Tell me, Little Lightning," she hadn't called you that nickname since your rival days. "am I making your heart race right now?"

"Korra, if you so much as drag that finger down my cheek as you tease me, I will not hesitate to have a piece of Earth come from the sky and crash down on you."

The finger that was just barely touching your skin froze. It retracted, its owner pouting. "Well, gee. What a party pooper."

You laughed. With the squeeze of your hands, you two decided to spend the rest of the afternoon resting on the grass and cloud watching. Her hand felt perfect in yours and all it took to get here was a pro-bending match, failed Fire Ferret attempts, and a whole lot of rivalry.

Fin. | WC: 5,051

[master-sass-blast]

Cloud Nine.

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five: Chapter One, Part Five: Chapter Two, Part Five: Chapter Three, Part Six: Chapter One, Part Six: Chapter Two, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven

Summary: "She’s standing in the center of the parlor. She’s still in her armor (apparently, she hasn’t been here much longer than you have). She sighs and runs one hand through her short, wavy hair –but she turns when she hears your footsteps. She smiles, and her posture relaxes a little.

You grin, then hold out one hand and let her draw you the rest of the way to her. You loop your arms around her shoulders, and your eyelids flutter shut as she presses her lips against yours.

“Hey,” Lin murmurs against your lips.

“Hey, yourself.” You let out a blissful sigh as she bars one arm against your back, holding you closer. You kiss her again, then lay your head against her shoulder. “I missed you.”

Lin hums, then brushes her lips against your temple. “I missed you, too.” She holds you for a moment, then lets go and slips out of your grasp. “I need to take a shower.” She cocks her head towards one of the bedrooms and smirks.

You grin and waggle your eyebrows. “Lead the way.”

AKA you and Lin shower together, and things go where you'd expect them to.

Pairing(s): Lin Beifong x Reader.

Rating: E for explicit smut.

Word Count: 5.6k.

Update time: So! After three months, the first place I was referred to for physical therapy did not contact me! Hooray!

But, fortunately, I got a new referral to a new place, and they contacted me within two days. I finally have an appointment scheduled for the end of the month.

Thank you all for being patient with the delays in updating the series. My pain makes it difficult to sleep and write; suffice to say, I've been exhausted the past few months. I'm hoping that with physical therapy, I'll finally get my pain managed and get back to having a life.

I hope you're all doing well. Thank you so much for reading and for sticking with the series!

-The Author

The heels of your loafers pad against the marble floors of the Four Elements Hotel lobby. Light chatter passes you by –hotel staff greeting and assisting various guests, travelers talking to one another. You sidestep to avoid a potted ficus, then step into an awaiting elevator cage as the operator pulls aside the external brass safety grate for you. “Penthouse floor, please.”

There’s a brief, visible moment of disbelief that flashes across their features. Their eyes narrow as they assess you –your small overnight bag, your “less than luxury” clothing–and their upper lip curls slightly before they fix their face once more into a neutral, pleasant, customer service mask. “Right away, miss.”

You purse your lips to hide a smile, then lean back against one of the railings as the operator sets the lever to the proper floor and the elevator ascends.

You’ll concede the point: you’re not luxury material. (At least, not in terms of how you dress, or how much you make in a year. Your ass, however…) You don’t own a car, you don’t spend a fortune on new clothes, you don’t live in a luxury condo in the heart of the city. In short, you don’t fit the image of the usual guests staying in the penthouse of Republic City’s most expensive hotel.

But my girlfriend does, you think to yourself –and, with that, you finally let a grin break through your placid composure.

You tip the elevator operator as you step onto the penthouse floor. There’s a small hallway –more a vestibule, really, mostly to provide a barrier between the traffic coming off the elevator and the actual penthouse suite. You exchange pleasantries with the butler when they let you in (and tip them as well, seeing as it’s the polite thing to do), then stride through the entryway and into the parlor–

Lin.

She’s standing in the center of the parlor. She’s still in her armor (apparently, she hasn’t been here much longer than you have). She sighs and runs one hand through her short, wavy hair –but she turns when she hears your footsteps. She smiles, and her posture relaxes a little.

You grin, then hold out one hand and let her draw you the rest of the way to her. You loop your arms around her shoulders, and your eyelids flutter shut as she presses her lips against yours.

“Hey,” Lin murmurs against your lips.

“Hey, yourself.” You let out a blissful sigh as she bars one arm against your back, holding you closer. You kiss her again, then lay your head against her shoulder. “I missed you.”

Lin hums, then brushes her lips against your temple. “I missed you, too.” She holds you for a moment, then lets go and slips out of your grasp. “I need to take a shower.” She cocks her head towards one of the bedrooms and smirks.

You grin and waggle your eyebrows. “Lead the way.”

***

The showers in the Four Elements’ penthouse suite are practically cavernous. The walls and floors are hewn from flawlessly white marble, and you’re pretty certain that the fixtures are plated in actual gold. The water pressure is to die for, too –which, coming from a waterbender, is no small compliment. Even the complimentary toiletries smell good, like citrus and vanilla; granted, you’d expect that for a collection of bath products, but it just adds to the “luxury” of the experience.

And then there’s your shower companion.

Now, that’s a whole different type of luxury, you reflect, smirking, as you admire the way the water courses over Lin’s muscular body.

You don’t think you’ll ever get tired of seeing Lin naked. Aside from such basic enjoyments as ‘girl hot’ and ‘naked lady sexy,’ she’s just a treat to look at. From the long, sinuous curves of her legs, to her rock solid, powerful thighs, to the flawless, firm globes of her ass. The curves of her waist and defined muscles of her abs. The way the muscles in her back, shoulders, and arms ripple and flex as she washes and rinses her hair.

(The upside to staring at her in the shower is it’s easier to hide the fact that you’re drooling.)

You feel your jaw slacken as your gaze follows a stream of water over and down Lin’s breasts –lucky it–then blink when Lin says your name. “Huh?”

She smirks, almost as though she knows exactly the effect she has on you. “I asked how your day was.”

“It was fine. Better now.” You wink when she smirks at you, then step into the warm spray of the shower when she steps out to grab a bar of soap. “Anything interesting happen today?”

“Not particularly.” She scrubs at her arm with the soap, then adds, “It’s been quiet recently. Mostly just a lot of meetings and paperwork.”

“Is that good or bad?” you ask as you rinse your hair.

She shrugs as she continues washing her body. “It just is. If I have to pick, I’ll take my city being safe. Safer.”

You hum in agreement, then tap her shoulder when you watch her start washing her shoulders and back. “Want me to get your back?”

“Oh. Sure.” Lin hands you the bar of soap, then holds still while you start soaping up her skin. “Thank you.”

You lather up her back, taking care to get every inch of skin. You work your hands over her body, admiring how the bulk of her musculature feels under your touch. You let your hands slide lower, towards her ass. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re really hot?”

“Thanks,” Lin huffs, voice heavy with amusement.

You surreptitiously place the soap on a built-in shelf carved into the shower wall, then reach down and squeeze her ass with both hands. “I’m serious,” you murmur when she gasps. You roll up on the balls of your feet and kiss the nape of her neck. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

Lin groans and lets you drag her back into the spray of the shower. She arches against you when you palm her tits –then sucks in a breath when you use your waterbending to help rinse the soap off her back. “What was that?”

“Just my waterbending,” you answer, halting your efforts. “Sorry. I usually do it for myself when I shower. Force of habit.”

“It’s fine,” Lin assures you as she wipes the remaining suds off her arms and torso. “Just wasn’t expecting it.”

You hum in understanding, then kiss her shoulder. “Do you want me to keep going?”

“Sure.”

You help her finish rinsing off, then loop your arms around her neck when she turns around to shut off the tap. You let out a soft moan when she meets you halfway for a kiss. Your eyelids flutter shut as her lips press against yours, and you melt against her.

After a few moments, the two of you step out of the shower. Lin reaches for a towel, while you opt to use your waterbending to dry off. You skim the excess water off your skin, toss it down the drain of the nearby soaking tub, then start combing your fingers through your hair to do the same. “Do you want me to dry your hair for you?”

Lin hesitates –then nods. “Sure.”

“Okay. Just give me a second.” You continue combing the water out of your hair –and admire Lin while she towels her body dry. You toss the last of the water from your hair down the tub drain, then motion for Lin to sit on the lip of the tub. “Let me know if I hurt you.”

“I’ll be fine.” Lin smirks when you huff and frown at her, then pats your hip. “Alright.”

You roll your eyes –good-naturedly–then get to work.

You’re more precious about the process with Lin than you are with your own hair; you don’t want to hurt her, yes, but you’re also not as familiar with the texture of her hair as you are with yours. You go slowly, following the natural curl of her thick, dark gray tresses.

Lin, for one, doesn’t seem too fussed by your snail’s pace. She tilts her head forward to give you better access, puts her hands on your hips. She rubs small circles against your skin with her thumbs. She hums gently as you card your fingers through her hair –then she leans forward and kisses your stomach.

You let out a soft gasp as she trails delicate, chaste kisses up your torso and over your sternum. The steady, practiced movements of your hands falter. “Lin.” When she merely hums in response and doesn’t stop kissing your chest, you let out a stuttered breath. “You’re distracting me.”

“You’re doing just fine,” she murmurs. She brushes her lips against the underside of your breast, then looks up at you. “You can keep going.”

“I’m trying to avoid pulling your hair,” you reason, voice unsteady and panting.

“I don’t mind.”

You open your mouth to argue –but all that comes out is a moan when Lin wraps her lips around one of your nipples and sucks. Your hands grasp at her powerful shoulders, and you moan again when she sweeps her tongue over the stiffened bud. “Lin… come on…”

She ignores you, instead grabbing onto your hips and tugging you closer. She shifts her hand back and gropes at your ass, meanwhile switching to your other breast to give it the same treatment.

You gasp. Heat rolls through your body. You can feel that telltale ache building in your abdomen, accompanied by the fog of arousal sweeping over your mind. You whimper. “Lin… just let me dry your hair…”

She lifts her mouth from your chest long enough to gravel out, “I’m not stopping you,” before she resumes devouring you.

You groan when she delicately bites down on your nipple –then close your fist around the hair at the nape of her neck and tug her head back. “You can damn well wait until I’m done!”

The bathroom falls silent. Still.

Lin’s staring up at you, expression stony. Her eyes are wide, dark with lust. She swallows slowly, then tightens her hold on your hips. “Get on with it then.”

You gulp. You can feel your heart hammering in your chest. You lick your lips, then let out a shaky breath and resume drying her hair.

She watches you the whole time. Her steely gaze never leaves your face, not even for a moment.

Your hands falter. You can feel wetness pooling between the apex of your thighs. You let out a broken, quiet moan when Lin starts kneading your hips with her hands. “Lin–”

“Keep going.”

“I–”

“Keep. Going.”

Your knees feel like jelly. Your cunt’s throbbing in time with your heartbeat. You want to get on your knees. You want Lin’s thighs cutting off your airflow as you suck on her clit. You want her hand wrapped around your throat. You want her pulling on your hair. You–

Lin grips your hips hard enough to make you squeak from pain and arousal. “Get working, brat.”

The title makes you let out a needy, strained whine. You swallow hard, then resume drying the last of her hair.

You can feel Lin watching you. Her gaze is the sun, hot and consuming against your face. Her hands are like vices on your hips; you couldn’t slip away even if you wanted to.

Spirits, you don’t want to.

You send the last of the excess water from Lin’s hair down the tub drain, then pat her shoulders with shaky hands. “All d–”

You’re pressed against the nearest wall in an instant. Before you can blink, Lin’s mouth is on yours. You moan loudly, then wind your arms around her neck and melt into the kiss.

Lin grabs your ass, holding your hips in place, then breaks the kiss and growls hotly in your ear, “Get on the bed.”

You gasp and stumble when she lets you go –and then it’s all you can do to keep from sprinting to the bed.

Lin stalks after you into the bedroom. She watches you with hawk-like scrutiny as you scramble onto the bed, then climbs on after you and presses you against the mattress.

You moan as she presses her mouth against yours. You arch up against her, body singing at the uninhibited skin contact. You groan when her tongue swipes into your mouth, then suck.

Lin growls, then breaks the kiss and grabs your hips. She manhandles you until you’re on your stomach, then pins you down when you protest and try to get up. “You’re serving an awful lot of lip today, brat.”

“I was trying to dry your hair!” you huff, incredulous.

“I wasn’t stopping you.”

“I didn’t want to yank on your hair!”

“I told you I didn’t mind.”

“I was being nice!” you snap. You toss your head to the side so you can glare at her over your shoulder. “I was caring about your well-being!”

Lin smirks, seemingly unfazed by your agitation. With the hand that isn’t pinning you down, she starts sliding her fingers up the inside of your thigh. “Oh? Is that so?”

“Yes,” you insist, though you’re quickly succumbing to exhilarated anticipation as her hand steadily edges higher, “I was –I do!”

“Just being nice,” Lin continues, voice husky and dripping with smug surety. She nudges your thighs apart with her knees, then uses her fingers to splay your slick folds open.

You whimper and try to grind your hips against her fingers –though, with Lin’s hand pressed against the small of your back, there’s not much you can do. You suck a frustrated breath through your teeth and groan into the bedspread. “Yes.”

“Nice girls get rewards,” Lin muses. She dips her fingers lower, starts playing with your clit. “Isn’t that right?”

You don’t respond. Or, rather, you can’t. You’re panting, fists tightening against the bed covers as pleasure rolls through your body.

“I didn’t quite hear that, babygirl.” Lin lowers her head until her lips brush against the shell of your ear. “Nice girls get rewards, right?”

“Y-yeah,” you manage, thighs already quivering.

She chuckles –and then she’s pulling away from you and her fingers disappear from your pussy. “So, you don’t want me to spank you, then.”

Irritation flashes through you. You suck a breath through your teeth, the push up on your hands. “Lin, I swear to Tui an–”

Lin puts her hand square in the center of your back and shoves you back down against the bed, hard enough to make you grunt. “Quiet.”

“Lin–” You cut yourself off with a moan when her fingers press between your folds once more.

She circles your clit with her fingers, quickly and expertly rendering you back into a gasping, barely coherent state. “For someone who’s claiming to be so well-behaved, you’re acting like a terrible brat.”

“I fucking hate you,” you seethe through gritted teeth.

Her fingers disappear again, and the bed shifts as she moves to get off. “Well, if that’s the case–”

“Lin, come on!” you plead, uncaring about how pathetic you sound. “Just fuck me already!” You prop up on your forearms and shoot her a desperate look. “I wasn’t even being bad!”

“No,” Lin agrees as she settles back at your side without any hesitation. She brushes some of the hair away from your face, then nudges your shoulder. She smirks when you lie back against the bed without any argument, then adds, “But you were being a handful.”

“You like my handfuls,” you fire back.

She chuckles, then squeezes your ass. “No comment.” She laughs again, quiet and rough, when you huff at her, then gently rubs the back of your thigh. “So. You want me to fuck you?”

“Thought that was why you had me get on the bed.”

“That’s not an answer, babygirl.”

You open your mouth to argue –only to moan when Lin slides her fingers through your folds once more. You squirm against the bed as arousal coils in your belly. “Yes.”

“How do you want it?” The smug, self-assured smirk is audible in her voice. “You want my fingers? My tongue? My strap?”

“Like –like you have it,” you pant as you try to grind your pussy into Lin’s touch. There’s a pause, and then you blink at the sound of a zipper pulling back and a rustling sound. You look over your shoulder just in time to see Lin catching her strap on harness; the dildo’s already attached. “You brought it?”

“Of course.” She arches one eyebrow at you, then circles your clit with her fingertips once more. “I wanted to be prepared to fuck my good, nice girl into the bed.” She chuckles when you whimper. “But you still haven’t answered my question.”

“Huh?”

Lin’s mouth descends on the back of your neck. She drags her teeth against your skin, then presses her forearm against your back when you start writhing. She works her way up, until she’s at your ear, then growls, “How do you want it?”

You shudder when she nips at your earlobe. “I want your cock,” you gasp. You can feel your eyes starting to roll into the back of your head as she continues teasing your clit with her fingers. “Lin–”

“Ask nicely, brat.”

“Please.” You moan, thighs shaking. “Please –please–fuck me.”

She nips the shell of your ear before murmuring, “Good girl,” before stroking along your folds once more. She hums, considering, then pulls away. “I don’t know if you’re ready for it, though.”

Before you can process what she means, you’re being flipped onto your back and your thighs are pried apart. You lift your head just in time to see Lin Beifong settling between your legs, and then her tongue’s delving into your cunt– “Tui and La.”

She grabs your hips, holding you in place while she eats you out at her leisure. Her tongue strokes along your cunt, briefly dipping into your dripping entrance before moving up to your clit.

“Lin.” You whine her name, long and drawn out. You’re already wound up from all her teasing; you can feel your abdomen tightening as you draw closer to climax. Your thighs close around her head, and you grab onto her hair as you ride her tongue as best you can. “Please, please, please, please–”

Lin groans when you tug on her hair, then wraps her lips around your clit and sucks.

Your back arches off the bed. Your eyes roll back in your head. You pant, mewl, beg. You gasp, then let out a broken, breathless moan as your orgasm shudders through you.

Lin stops only when you shove at her forehead. She releases your clit, then lifts her head as you slump back against the bed. She licks her lips clean, then wipes her chin on the back of her hand. “Roll over.”

You groan, then comply –albeit with little elegance. “Can’t decide which side you want to look at today, huh?”

Lin snorts, then gets off the bed.

You watch as she steps into the harness and tightens the straps against her hips. You lick your lips when she pulls a bottle of lube from her suitcase and starts prepping the dildo, then prop yourself up on your knees and forearms.

Lin glances over at you, then smirks. “There’s a good brat.” She climbs on the bed behind you, situates herself between your knees, then plunges her lube-covered fingers into your pussy.

You moan as she scissors her fingers against your walls, prepping you further. Your hips hump back against her hand of their own accord. “Lin –Lin, please–”

She chuckles, then withdraws her fingers from your slick cunt. She adjusts how she’s kneeling –for better balance and body control–then places her hands on your hips.

You bite your lip when you feel the bulbous head of the dildo brush against your folds. You lock your arms to keep yourself still –experience has taught you that trying to get the dildo inside you by your own means just makes Lin go slower–then moan when Lin pushes the toy inside your cunt. “Fuck.”

She goes slow, moving her hips in steady, minute thrusts as she works the dildo into your pussy. She keeps going until her hips are flush against yours, then stills. She smoothes her palms over the globes of your ass. “You doing good?”

“Yeah,” you manage, voice shaky. You can feel yourself clench involuntarily around the toy cock. You gulp, then prop yourself up on your hands and toss herself a cheeky grin –that you hope doesn’t look too desperate–over your shoulder. “I’d be a lot better if you got around to–”

Before you can finish your sentence, Lin digs her fingers into your hips, rears back, and snaps her hips against yours in one quick, ruthless, fluid movement.

You scream, collapsing back down onto your forearms. Your body shakes from the force of her thrusts. Your hips rock back into her thrusts as best they can, involuntary. You pant, eyes squeezing shut as pleasure quickly overtakes your body. “Ohfuckohfuckohfuck–”

“What’s that?” Lin growls, voice slightly breathless from the effort she’s putting into fucking you. She shoves against your upper back, hard, until your chest is flat against the bed, back arched, and ass basically presented to her. “Got something to say, brat?”

All that leaves your mouth is a garbled sob.

She chuckles. “That’s what I thought.”

You groan –then shudder and whimper when her hand cracks down against your bare ass. Over the sounds of your gasping and moaning, you can barely make out the wet, sinful noises of your own cunt and the rhythmic, harsh creaking of the bed. 

All coherent thought quickly leaks from your brain. The only thing you can register is Lin –her hands on your hips and ass; her voice growling praise and derision in your ear; her cock filling you over, and over, and over…

You’re drooling onto the bed. Your body feels tacky with sweat (so much for showering earlier). You’re putty in Lin’s hands, limp and willing to take whatever she gives you. You can feel your pussy starting to flutter around the strap-on; you’re aching, on the edge, but you aren’t getting off without extra help. “Lin…”

Lin hums when you whimper her name, drawn out and pathetic, then grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs, lifting your head from the bed. “I didn’t catch that, babygirl.”

You moan, loud and staccato. “I –I wanna cum!”

“Is that so?” She keeps fucking you, watching as you squirm and whine for her. “I thought nice girls had better manners than that.”

You growl through clenched teeth, then try to lift yourself on shaking arms. “Fucking–”

Lin spanks you again, hard enough to make you howl and send you toppling against the bed once more. “Manners, brat. Or you’re not coming at all.”

“Please,” you beg, voice hoarse. You let out a gasping, frustrated sob as you continue dragging along the edge of climax without relief. “Please –Lin, please.” You start babbling, desperate to sway her into letting you cum. “Lin, I wanna cum. Please, please, let me cum. Please –please, ma’am, I need to cum; ma’am… pleasepleaseplease–”

Lin lets out a gravelly moan, then slides one hand around your hip and circles your clit with her fingertips.

Your body locks up. Your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your breath catches in your throat, then leaves in a rush as a scream rips from your chest. You climax hard, body shuddering as your release rolls through you in waves.

Lin fucks you through it. She only stops when you jerk away, keening from overstimulation. She slows her pace, coming to a stop with her hips resting against yours. She takes a few moments to catch her breath, then leans forward and rubs your back. “You good?”

“Mhm.” You’re practically a puddle against the bed right now, utterly spent. The only thing holding you up is Lin’s iron grip on your hips. You sigh, content, as she rubs soothing circles over your back and shoulders, then smile when she brushes your hair away from your face. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.” She brushes her lips against your temple, then straightens back up. “You feeling okay?”

“Yeah.” You manage a nod, then start edging forward so she can pull out of you. “That–”

Lin digs her fingers into your hips, tugging you back. “Uh-uh.” She pulls you back until your hips are flush with hers once more. “One more, and then you can be done, babygirl.”

You gasp –both from having the strap pushed back into your sensitive cunt and from surprise. “Huh?”

“You’re going to cum one more time for me,” Lin clarifies, rolling her hips against yours in minute, shallow thrusts. She stills, then adds, “Unless you don’t want to.”

It’s your choice; you know Lin won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to. And between the choice of being Lin Beifong’s personal stress ball –letting her wring pleasure out of you until you’re fucked so stupid you can’t even think–versus tapping out…

Actually, that’s no choice at all.

“I wanna.” You swallow hard, then rock your hips back against hers. “Make me take it, Lin –ma’am. Please.”

She groans, then starts thrusting again. She goes slow at first, keeps her thrusts shallow to prevent overstimulating you too much. She matches her pace to yours, only speeding up incrementally whenever you start grinding back against her.

You’re trembling. Each thrust has you gasping, loud and broken. You brace yourself against the mattress and push back against Lin’s hips. “More, more, more–”

Lin growls, then rears back and thrusts hard.

“Tui and La!” You wail, tears springing up in your eyes from the sheer, exquisite, overwhelming pleasure of it all. Your cunt’s throbbing. You’re dripping wet, arousal smearing against both yours and Lin’s thighs. All you can think about is how full you feel, how Lin’s angling her thrusts to practically grind on your g-spot, how tightly she’s holding your hips, how flushed you feel…

And then, Lin’s reaching down and circling your clit with her fingers once more.

You shriek as your climax snaps through you. “Lin!” Your body quakes as Lin fucks you through it –as with the one before–then go limp against the bed as pleasure quickly canters into overstimulation. “No more –I can’t–”

“Easy.” Lin slows, then stops. She brushes your hair away from your face. “Deep breaths.”

You follow her instructions. You let yourself relax, melting under her tender ministrations.

And then Lin knots her hand in the hair at the base of your scalp. “Where are my nice girl’s manners?”

You’re panting and wide-eyed again. Your mind races –as best it can through the fog of afterglow and exhaustion, at least. You swallow hard, then eke out a, “Thank you, ma’am.”

Lin hums, smug, then kisses the side of your neck. “Good girl.”

***

You’re face down on the sprawling cloud of a bed, blissfully fucked out. Your pussy’s still throbbing. You can feel the tender spots on your hips from where Lin held you steady. Your back’s aching pleasantly, too; you’ll probably need to soak in the tub later.

In other words, you’re in heaven.

You track Lin by the noise of her movements. After taking a bit to rest alongside you, she gets up. She stops in the bathroom first to clean herself and the strap on –you know that from the rush of water in the sink. You track her footsteps out of the bedroom and into the living area of the suite, until her footfalls on the plush carpeting become too muffled to hear. Then, she’s coming back –and there’s a clink as she sets a glass of water on the nightstand next to you.

You bury your face in a pillow as Lin’s footsteps retreat to the bathroom, then hum when she comes back and settles on the bed next to you. Your body goes lax in heady anticipation of affection –and then you tense when a cool, damp cloth presses against your thighs. You suck a breath through your teeth. “That’s fucking cold!”

“Sorry.” Lin quickly wipes your thighs clean. “I thought you waterbenders liked the cold.”

You pout at her over your shoulder –then grab her arm when she starts getting up again. “Just –come here for a minute.”

She hesitates, but sets the washcloth on the nightstand. “Scoot over.”

You shuffle back, then hold out your arms as she lies down next to you. You snuggle up against her chest and let out a content sigh as she strokes her fingers through your hair.

The room falls silent. Even in the heart of Republic City, the penthouse is high enough that the sounds of the city’s regular traffic doesn’t reach you. Aside from the occasional rattle of the elevator carts, or maybe a faint wisp of noise from the floors beneath you, everything is quiet. Tranquil.

You nuzzle into the crook of Lin’s neck –but stop when she shudders. Right. Sensitive neck. You pause for a moment. Then, you smirk. Actually…

Lin moans softly when you nuzzle against her neck again, then louder when you place a small, chaste kiss on the underside of her jaw.

You take your time, working incrementally down her neck. You slide one arm around her waist when her back arches, then slide your tongue along the column of her neck.

“Fuck.”

You push Lin’s shoulder until she’s on her back, then straddle her. You keep working at her neck as she writhes and moans beneath you. You move lower, to her chest. You lavish her breasts with open-mouthed kisses, then close your lips around one peaked nipple and suck gently.

Lin groans your name as you squeeze her other breast with her hand. She shudders beneath you. “Babygirl…”

You switch to the other breast –but it’s not long before Lin’s hands are on your shoulders, pushing you lower. You stop sucking a love bite on the underside of her tit –there’s a fabulous, plummy bruise there, if you do say so yourself–and flash her a cheeky smirk as you shift lower. “Got something you want?”

Lin shoves harder, then smirks back. “Put that mouth to better use, brat.”

You grin, then settle yourself between her thighs. “Yes, ma’am.”

***

The two of you spend the evening doing virtually nothing. You both laze around in bed until you’re hungry, then order a veritable mountain of dinner. You eat in the lounge, listening to more Murder Mystery Theater –and then, just when things are done, Lin fucks you on the couch, fingers buried deep in your sopping pussy as you whimper for her.

Fucked, fed, and fucked again. What a life.

You don’t quite convince Lin to soak in the tub with you; you suspect that the lax pace of the evening has left her twitchy. You bathe alone, content to let the hot water and your healing soothe your sore muscles, while Lin works in the bedroom on some paperwork she brought from the precinct.

The gurgle of the drain draws Lin’s attention. “You done steeping yourself?” she calls from the bedroom.

“Yeah.” You heft yourself out of the tub, then start sweeping the excess water off your skin with your waterbending. “Figured I ought to get out before I was indistinguishable from a sea prune.” You smile when Lin chuckles, then toss the last of the excess water down the drain. “Ready to sleep?”

“May as well,” Lin sighs. There’s a soft thwap as she sets her paperwork and pen down, then a muted thump and two faint clicks as she closes and latches her briefcase. “There’s not much else to be done tonight.”

“What, not feeling up for round four?” You peer into the bedroom, then grin when you see Lin smirking. “Nah, I’m tired.” You rub the back of your neck, then yawn –as if to prove your point. You pad into the bedroom –then pause.

You’ve never shared a bed with Lin before –not with any deliberate premeditation, at least. The two times you’ve done so before, it’s been a spur of the moment thing. Before then, you two always slept separately if you were staying at the Four Elements; it made sense, given that she was usually up earlier than you (not to mention that it gave Lin the excuse for space).

But… you’re girlfriends now. There’s no reason to not share a bed.

Lin catches your hesitation. She sits up straighter, arches one eyebrow at you. “What is it?”

You lick your lips, then flash her a shy smile. “Am I joining you?”

Her brows draw together ever so slightly. “Why wouldn’t you?”

You shrug, then climb into bed with her and get settled as she turns out the light. You wait for her to lie down next to you, then close the distance between the two of you.

Lin lets out a soft laugh as you nestle against her. “Cold?”

“Not particularly.” You drape one arm over her side. “I warned you from the start: no more personal space.”

She huffs, but wraps her arms around you regardless. “Do you have an exchange policy?”

“Nope!” you chirp. You latch onto her tighter. “You’re stuck with me!”

Lin goes quiet. Then, she tugs you infinitesimally closer and kisses your forehead. “Go to sleep, brat.”

And so you do, with your head pillowed against your girlfriend’s shoulder.

It’s heaven.

[orangepanic]

Finished Fic: How I Always Loved You

Well, I sure poured my heart into this one. Given my obvious undying love for Asami Sato, if you'd have told me I'd fall head over heels for her parents a few months ago I'd have laughed you out of the room. Her mother is a picture. Her father tries to kill her and nearly succeeds. What could possibly make me... oh.

Oh.

Because goddammit they are so in love.

Anyway I made myself ship this with the fire of a thousand suns and so should you.

Title: How I Always Loved You Relationships: Hiroshi Sato/Yasuko Sato, Yasuko Sato/Lightning Bolt Zolt, Lin Beifong/Lightning Bolt Zolt if you squint Summary: Lei is a low-level thief for the Agni Kai triad. When she picks the wrong mark and lies about her name, it kicks off a chain of events that transforms her life in ways she never imagined. The only question is, how long can "Yasuko" keep up the ruse?

Art by @its-sooz-again

[dynamic8ball]

"The Girl in the Iceberg" synopsis/trailer

Before I introduce to the world of Tumblr and possibly beyond of what I'm about to write, I just wanna say what this "synopsis/trailer" thing is. You all know what a movie or TV show trailer is, right? Well I'm about to (sort of, maybe?) do it for a fanfic that I've been adoring for the past several months. A Legend of Korra fic titled "The Girl in the Iceberg" by RainbowRosieS (I'm not them by the way. I'm just promoting it because I love it so much as a reader) on AO3. Here's a link to it if you just want to skip my ramblings, but I just want to get this out because 1) I love this ongoing fic to death and 2) I could use the exercise for writing 3) I want to do it for fun. https://archiveofourown.org/works/44664853/chapters/112368748

Republic City, present day.

The hustle and bustle of Republic City is alive and well. Motor vehicles deafen the streets and boulevards; brands such as Satomobile and Cabbage Car making up the majority of the automobile market. Airships float high above the metropolis overseeing the urban landscape. The inner-city's ship yards teem with union dockworkers mooring ships to shore, lifting and transporting crates by hand off incoming ships, evaluating inventory and inspecting ships that prepare for yet another journey.

All this with the ever-growing city skyline sitting still yet tall in the background, unsuspecting of what a mere anthropology major has brought to these shores. She was no ordinary anthropology student: for one she was regarded as an outlier to the profession. Many regard Asami Sato with wariness and skepticism as an up and coming anthropologist, a field, like many others during this time, dominated by the male demographic. Many already know who she is - or better yet, who she is related to. The daughter to automobile magnate, Hiroshi Sato, Asami has grown to develop a passion for the field she studies at Republic City University. A passion, like many other things, she shares with her late mother, Yasuko.

It was unfortunate - tragic, Asami thought - that her mother couldn't be here to share this breakthrough with her. Asami, reservedly, has never been much of a religious person; her beliefs more or less relied on the laws of physics and what has been proven to be possible. But she could only pray that her mother could somehow see this. Her biggest discovery thus far in her young career and still in university.

On the surface, it just looked like a giant iceberg had been dragged all the way from one of the poles from the ship's stern. Asami's calculations proved to have been mostly accurate with how much the ice would melt over the course of their month-long voyage back home from the Southern Water Tribe without losing any precious cargo still frozen within the ice. This trek had been a long time coming; adversity from her skeptical colleagues and university staff, along with many sleepless nights studying numerous sites and artifacts for her expedition as the basis for her master's thesis had all been worth it thus far.

More work was to be done, for sure. The iceberg was to be craned and shipped to a nearby warehouse that her father owned by the docks. Then it would be a matter of time before her team chipped away at the melting ice and discovered more of what lay inside. Back at the South Pole, Asami could already tell roughly what sat inside was a woman in heavy furs surrounded by clubs and spears suspended within the ice along with a canoe and some unidentifiable white form that lay next to the woman.

Asami kept her excitement in check and expectations tempered as she should show respect for the dead and expect mild results and let the subjects of her studies surprise her. Little did Asami know that she was in for a surprise the likes of which hadn't been seen in recorded history and was long forgotten by the world at large. A generational being frozen for millennia and more, lost to time and history. The myth that turned true.

The girl in the iceberg had waited long enough.

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The Avatar is a myth. A tale of bygone eras where people possessed the power to control and bend the elements around them like it was an extension of themselves. The Avatar, born with the power to bend the four elements, was thought of as the bridging spirit between the material world and the spirit world.

Today, spirits are nowhere to be found. Bending has become extinct. The Avatar has long since disappeared.

History roughly remembers who some of the few Avatars were, or at least just by name. The last of these Avatars mysteriously vanished off the face of the Earth over 9,000 years ago, leading many through the annals of time to speculate: Was the Avatar cycle broken? Where could they might've gone? Did the Avatar even exist at all?

Bending and the spirits, too, are questioned to have existed. Throughout the centuries, humans have relied more on practical tools instead of hokey superstition. Evolving technology from stone tools to eventually reaching the industrial age. Beliefs and religion have shifted significantly as well through millennia. The most notable religion, the Church of Raava, has followers spanning the globe in millions. Believing Raava is an all seeing and knowing deity, he supposedly grants access to the after life in the spirit world to those who were devout in the church's beliefs, escaping the cycle of reincarnation.

The world itself is mostly the same geographically. New nations have risen and fallen with varying connections to one of each of the four elements. Bloody wars have been waged with clubs, spears, swords up until the invention of the firearm, shaping combat to be more distanced and deadly. The most recent Great War saw the introduction of the machine gun along with chemical weaponry when the world's powers collided in ruthless trench warfare.

Even with that war over, conflict still ravages the Earth Empire in a gruesome civil war. While the United Republic is experiencing relative prosperity since their arms ceased, trouble looms for immigrants fleeing from the Earth Empire civil war as living conditions worsen in Republic City. Aid groups such as the Red Lotus try and offer help to those in need, even when faced with the threat of Amon's separatists. The separatists' focus is forcing anyone who's not a United Republican out, dismantling the concept of the UR as a melting pot of cultures to establish isolationist peace and prosperity between cultures.

Problems and conflicts continue to mount for Republic City and the rest of the world. Resolutions seem to be growing scarcer by the day as millions still suffer. Perhaps the Avatar, master of all four elements, could save them. So much time had past, though, that the world almost looked unrecognizable to Korra. Without an Avatar for the time she was frozen, the world fell out of balance. And though this brave new world looks very bleak, she hasn't lost hope. Especially when her new hope had discovered her frozen in the iceberg and set her free.

Asami Sato didn't know it yet, but the ancient Water Tribe girl she had released was more than a capable warrior, she held the last hope for balance to be restored. And although her bending skills were great, Korra has a lot more to learn about this world before she should reveal herself to anyone. When the time comes, those that have come to know her will believe that Korra can save the world.

Again, here's the link to the story. https://archiveofourown.org/works/44664853/chapters/112368748

20 chapters are already out with 166,284 words already typed. Updates have been steadily published every Tuesday. If you got an account on AO3, please read it and if you like it, give it a Kudos and leave a comment to the proper author. If no AO3 account, Kudos and comment anyways.

I might do another for other fanfics that I like and enjoy. I've read enough in over a year's time that I could probably rank them in tiers or something that people do, right? Got a ton of LoK fanfic recommendations so go ahead and ask if you want my opinion or whatever.

See yall whenever!

[darthginger-5]

Posted the first chapter of my College AU on Wattpad! This one is on going. I can’t promise a steady schedule for it but I will try to be consistent with it.