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melzula · 2 months

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Hii :D since requests are open could u do a piece between iroh ii and kya's daughter? But this time maybe ab the first argument they had as husband and wife? Like what would they argue ab and who would apologize first!!

a/n: idk why but i struggled so much with this prompt LOL but i hope you enjoy! this is really the only argument i could see them having

summary: an important day for your marriage turns sour when your husband confuses his days

~ based off these hcs ~

You check the clock with a sigh for what feels like the hundredth time before rising from your seat and blowing out the candles on the table. The food you’d spent hours meticulously preparing has now grown cold, but you don’t feel much like eating anymore anyway. Your bottom lip trembles but you’re too prideful to allow your tears to fall, so instead you resort to cleaning away the mess before retiring to your bedroom for the night.

It should have been a beautiful evening; you’d planned everything so perfectly so that nothing could go wrong. But you never thought it possible for your own husband to forget his wedding anniversary, and this was a detail you hadn’t accounted for when putting together the romantic dinner.

You knew Iroh was a busy man what with being a General and one of President Raiko’s best men, but you didn’t think he’d find himself to be too busy on a day that was meant to be sacred for you both. A year ago today you’d married the love of your life in the palace gardens in front of your closest family and friends, and a year later you now find yourself alone in your bedroom wiping away the rest of your makeup and removing all of your jewelry.

Your hand stops at your betrothal necklace, and you stare back at your sullen reflection in the vanity mirror as you clutch onto the crescent shaped stone. You haven’t seen or heard from Iroh all day, and your feelings are severely crushed by his abandonment. Were you a fool for thinking your marriage would hold priority over his duties as General?

You’re too engrossed in your sulking to hear his footsteps, and it isn’t until your bedroom door begins to creak open slowly that you’re alerted of his return home. You say nothing to him, acting as if he isn’t even there as you brush out your hair.

“Darling, I wasn’t expecting you to still be awake,” he notes with a fond smile, oblivious to your hurt. “I’m sorry I missed dinner, but I had to stay back and discuss my next assignment with Raiko.”

“Dinner isn’t the only thing you missed,” you mutter coldly much to his surprise. It’s only then that he notices the anger in your features, your furrowed brows and pursed lips and hardened eyes.

“I don’t understand?” Iroh says wearily, taken aback by your demeanor. He’d never seen you behave in such a way and it worried him.

“I don’t expect you to,” you bite back impatiently. “It’s not like we share the same values or put the same amount of importance on things.”

“Whoa, hold on. Why are you speaking this way? What’s upsetting you?” He urges gently, kneeling before you and attempting to hold your hand only for you to pull it away. “Talk to me.”

“How could you miss our anniversary?!” You finally cry out in frustration, startling your poor husband. “Did you not see it to be important enough to take a day off from being the General? Do I not matter to you?”

“Of course you do!” Iroh exclaims, clearly offended at the idea that he could ever see his wife as unimportant. “Y/n, I didn’t forget our anniversary. Our anniversary is tomorrow, and I made sure to clear my schedule so I could spend the entire day with you.”

“Our anniversary was today!”

“My wife, our anniversary is on the 6th. Today is the 5th,” Iroh tries to argue, but this only seems to infuriate you further.

“Iroh, today is the 6th!” You say exasperated. His brows furrow at your words, but after a moment you see his features begin to fall at the realization of his mistake.

“Today is our anniversary,” he murmurs quietly, almost ashamed to voice it out loud. “I completely missed it.”

“You left me alone the entire day. An entire dinner I cooked for us was left to grow cold because you didn’t come home,” you tell him sullenly, a fresh wave of tears beginning to form. “I spent our first wedding anniversary without my husband.”

“My love, I am so sorry and ashamed,” Iroh professes sincerely, and this time when he takes your hands in his own you don’t pull away. His own eyes are glossy with tears and full of regret, and the sight only makes you want to cry more. “You know I’d never forget our anniversary, I couldn’t. Marrying you was the greatest day of my life. I’ve just been so busy that I lost track of the days, and that isn’t fair to you. You deserve my attention and my time more than anyone else does, and I’m sorry to have failed you as your husband.”

“I’m sorry for being so cruel. I was just so worried that our marriage wasn’t important enough to you,” you confess with a sniffle. “I worry that being a husband is not as exciting for you as being a General or a traveler or-“

“Being your husband is the greatest honor I could ever have,” he interrupts you. “I mean this, and I’m going to make it up to you. We’ll leave tomorrow for Ember Island and have a vacation, just the two of us. We’ll have the beach house to ourselves and I’ll spend every minute making sure you feel valued and appreciated. Does that sound okay?”

“It’s perfect,” you nod with a watery smile, melting into his touch when he cups your face in his hands and pulls you in for a tender kiss.

Mistakes were made, but you know Iroh would never hurt you. He worships the ground you walk on. And in the end, he’ll always go out of his way to be the husband you deserve.

Because you are more than he could ever ask for.

#iroh #general iroh #iroh ll #kya’s daughter!reader#general iroh x reader #general iroh imagine #iroh x reader #iroh imagine #iroh ll x reader #iroh ll imagine #tlok #tlok x reader #tlok imagine

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allgremlinart · 6 months

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you must decide. you must choose the ultimate MILF.

propaganda/MILF context under the cut

Kya I - Very brave. Died in kind of just a brutal and violent and sad way. Invisible presence of the show. Good mom, from what we can tell. Bagged absolute stud of a husband so good for her.

Ursa - What can I say ? Soap Opera Protagonist. Forced into non-consensual marriage. Killed her father in law. Loved both of her children very much but it still wasn't enough to save them. Unfulfilled stage mom. Magic Gay Grandpa.

Hei-Ran - Refers to her daughter by her military rank. Maybe killed her cousin and others in honor duels on purpose but it's kind of wishy washy. Had a thing with past avatar, new avatar ends up dating her daughter, which has got to feel kind of weird.

Lin Beifong - One of few characters in-universe with family name privileges. Not the mommy issues giver but the mommy issues haver. A cop but hey she's really hot. No social life. Miserable.

Liling - Going to give her children incredibly intense mommy issues. Capitalist. Engaged in corporate sabotage to ensure her own dominance in factory town. On like the worst possible version of an HOA. Prejudiced against own daughter.

Buttercup Raiko - One of few characters in-universe with family name privileges. Only mistake was marrying absolute cuck of a president. Barely on screen but when she was she served I can't lie.

Suyin Beifong - One of few characters in-universe with family name privileges. Kind of weird ex-hippy turned liberal mom vibes. Didn't give any of her five children mommy issues but DID give them to the ethno-nationalist with a mecha.

Kya II - Canonically lesbian. Hippie aunt. Underutilized. Shows up to beat ass and make fun of her brothers and then leaves to go smoke weed or something. Daddy issues but like they're pretty manageable, could be way worse.

Senna - Next to her husband looks about one apple tall. Long suffering mother of Avatar. Loves her daughter very much. Not really sure how she survived living with the personalities that are Korra and Tonraq but I think it has to be weed. Cute hair.

Izumi - Maybe has 30 seconds of dialogue but nonetheless present in plenty of f/f slash. The glasses are hot. We don't really know much about her besides the fact that her dad loves her very much.

Pema - Tenzin get OFF of that woman. I know she was only pregnant for like technically one season but it may as well have been the whole show. She needs to try weed and also abandon her family for a month. Low-key devious.

Tagaka - Self-titled Pirate Queen. Waterbender but also uses cool sword she stole off a dead guy just cus. Humiliates old men in front of their adoptive children. Ok so MAYBE she raids coastlines and takes prisoners/slaves from villages she plunders but she's hot when she does it.

#allgremlinpolls #formerly Poppy Beifong was on here but I booted her out for Senna which was really a no brainer so. sorry babe #atla

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kingwuko · 5 months

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"The Raiko Report" plot hook from Avatar Legends Republic City Setting Toolkit:

"After a tumultuous term as president, wouldn’t Raiko be kicking back and relaxing out of the spotlight? Not entirely. The radio talk show he and his wife, Buttercup, have started is wildly popular, covering politics, scandal, and high-society news—but mostly politics … Presidential and mayoral policies mandate that no government employee appear on the show, especially after Prince Wu’s disastrous interview."

Source: Parks and Rec

(@bigcatholly left the funniest tags on my post about tidbits of Wu in the Republic city book which is what inspired this art)

Bonus reaction under the cut:

#wuko #prince wu #king wu #Mako #fanart #my art #meme #source: parks and rec #parks and rec

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fanficsiwillneverwrite · 2 months

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On my umpteenth rewatch of lok, I had a sudden interest in old Zuko…. And let’s just say another wip is brewing in my brain now about Zuko and his involvement in book 3 :/

Zuko looks in the mirror and sees only a face he no longer recognizes: old, long past its prime. An old wound haunting him, even how many years later. It happened so long ago; only yesterday. Shaky hands rub the rough skin as the memory takes hold. It was for the better, he once told himself long ago. It led him on the path of good, toward the light. But the thought of giving such a punishment to Izumi… He admittedly was not perfect when it came to raising her, but he was no Ozai.

Through the reflection, he sees Akari, the Firelord’s senior aide, emerge from the golden doors. “Lord Zuko,” she says with a respectful and low bow. Her voice is distant, muffled, despite being so near. Just a reminder of his aging body. “The Firelord will see you now.”

He nods, acknowledging her, but his focus remains on the stranger–no, the old man–staring back at him, copying every move he makes. Akari backs away to give him space. And he touches a few wrinkles. Uncle always said they were a sign of living, far better than the alternative. His laughter still echoes in his mind; the steam of hot tea still lingers around him.

He moves away from his reflection and into the throne room where his daughter sits high above him in all her glory. Zuko smiles as he bows–and his old bones crack as he bends. Another reminder that the old man in the mirror and the boy who thought his destiny was to capture the Avatar were one in the same. “The Firelord has requested an audience with me. I would be interested in knowing what for.”

“Hello Dad,” greets Izumi gently as she stands. She approaches him, a familiar look of care mixed with concern permanently captures her face each time she looks at him. He knows it well. Old age brings on pity. No, Uncle would say, old age brings on care. They hug and, suddenly, he is drunk with the scent of familiarity. Once Mai’s favorite perfume worn now by a grieving daughter who wants only to keep her mother close. “How are you?”

“I am fine, daughter,” he assures, his hand squeezing her shoulder as if to emphasize the fact. Sadness lingers around them with Mai’s passing just over a year ago. “Though, perhaps it is I who should be asking you that very question. Avatar Korra has led us into a new age where spirits and mankind must now live together in harmony. As the Firelord, it is your duty to make her decision a reality. With some guidance from me, of course, if it doesn’t interfere with my nap time.”

She rolls her eyes as a smile forms. “I think sometimes I can make better sense of your snoring than your political babble,” she teases.

“Be careful what you say next, daughter,” he shoots back. “I still have claim to the throne, you know.”

“Like I’d give it back,” she tells him playfully. But her face turns serious. And like a stuck bandage, the news of why she has summoned him is ripped open quickly to ease the anticipation: “I’ve just received word from President Raiko in Republic City. It seems… Harmonic Convergence has brought back the Airbenders.”

His heart feels as if it has sunk. The Fire Nation’s greatest burden, their deepest regret—now, so suddenly, fixed? He would have to see it to believe it, especially if Raiko is the one reporting it. All the man cares about is the votes. “What?”

“I haven’t yet received word from Tenzin, but there has been at least one Airbender sighting in Caldera alone. Most, it seems, are in the Earth Kingdom.”

“That could mean trouble.”

The Earth Queen remains bitter over land now the United Republic of Nations and everything surrounding it, Air Temple Island included: Earth Kingdom territory, she makes false claims. While her father was timid, mostly oblivious as a leader, Hou-Ting is loud, demanding, and a complete tyrant.

Zuko turns, hurrying out the room. There is no time to waste. “I’ll head straight to Ba Sing Se—”

His daughter is quick to stop him. “The Fire Nation should not have any involvement there, dad. You know this.” His intent would be to liberate this new wave of Airbenders from the grasps of great tyrannical power, but the world might view it as another Firelord’s attempt to again dismantle the Air Nation. He blinks, seeing clearly now as his daughter faces him again. “Furthermore,” Izumi continues cautiously; they’re always dancing around his state of retirement. The nation is hers–it is her birthright–but he makes diplomatic trips around the world to assure peace, to continue what he and Avatar Aang started so long ago, yesterday. “A man your age should really be fretting over pai sho and gardening. Not the state of the world.”

The man she is describing is Uncle. Not him, never him. “I will not turn my back on the world when it still needs me,” Zuko insists. His reflection shows an achy old man with a story long ago completed, but as long as his heart still beats and the fire still burns, he can be useful.

“I know,” she says, “but… you can only do so much before it becomes too overwhelming for you.” She adjusts her glasses as a sigh escapes her. “Dad, I care only for your safety–”

“I am still capable–”

“–which is why I think it perfectly sensible for you to take in a ward.”

He stops, hurt–offended. “A-a ward?”

“One of Master Muromachi’s young pupils,” she continues. “Someone who can be your companion. Someone who will watch your back and defend you when you’re unable.”

Zuko huffs, rubbing his forehead in frustration. His daughter thinks him unable, an invalid of his craft now just because of a few wrinkles. Spirits! He is Lord Zuko, Leader of the Fire Nation and the Avatar’s Firebending Master. And she thinks he needs a sidekick? Some noble boy defending his honor? “No, absolutely not. I don’t need some child protecting me.”

Izumi rolls her eyes. “This isn’t a suggestion, dad. Master Muromachi is expecting you. We’ll go down there this afternoon.”

He stomps away stubbornly, like a child not getting his way. The roles were reversed long ago, just yesterday when he was still in charge, when he was still capable. “I can choose my own ward, can’t I?”

“Of course–”

“Then I’ll go on my own, if it pleases the Firelord.”

He exits before she can answer. Anger boils within him. He hates being the man who is old, the man who needs help. Most of his friends are gone now and this new generation is perfectly competent, his daughter being one of them, but the fire still burns inside him. The face in the mirror is the face he saw long ago–yesterday–when there was no scar.

The Fire Nation Academy for Gifted Boys is a secondary school for sons of nobles. It teaches Nonbenders how to fight through the art of swordsmanship. Only the best, or most wealthy, can attend. And the training is rigorous, not for the faint hearted. Tom-Tom became one of the academy’s pupils when he came of age, mastering sword fighting at the age of fourteen. Firelord Ozai always dismissed the school’s teachings, saying Nonbenders could never truly be masters without the ability of bending. In his final years, without his bending, his father learned the way of the sword, though he never tried to understand the relationship between a man and his blade, thus never becoming a full master of the craft.

These days the school is just as rigorous with Master Muromachi, a stern and, dare he say, cruel man, in charge of this new generation of fighters. The boys stand straight in a line when Lord Zuko arrives. Eyes forward, not one hair out of place, not a single crease in their suits. Their movements are in sync as they all bow low when Muromachi introduces him to them.

“You have honored this school with your presence, Lord Zuko,” Muromachi says with a bow of his own. He moves aside for Zuko to properly examine his students. “Please, choose anyone you think is worthy.” He gestures to the tallest of the group: tan skinned and golden eyed, Zuko sees a darkness in him that brings only suspicion. The way the boy eyes him; it’s not like the others. “Eigo here is our star pupil.”

“Is that so?”

Muromachi gestures again and Eigo assumes a fighting stance as he draws his sword. He dances with it around Zuko–impressive but, still, there is something about him that he doesn’t quite like–before returning to his spot in line.

“Very good,” Zuko tells him, “though I find your lack of moderation rather… unsettling.”

The boy’s expression darkens at the criticism. Not suitable for his company at all. Muromachi moves on without a visible reaction: “Pao,” he calls. And the next boy moves skillfully around the room with his blades. A mindless routine, practiced over and over again until perfection. He does what he is told and nothing more.

“Your moves, though highly skillful, lack originality,” Zuko notes. He will find something wrong for each of them. He does not need a protector, nor does he want one.

Muromachi becomes more tense as they move down the line, each boy weaker than the last. This Academy is a show and these so-called warriors are nothing more than performers this day in age, not like how they used to be, he will tell his daughter later over tea. That is why he did not choose a child today. That is why he should not have a ward.

Finally, they arrive at the last: the smallest of the group. A softness exists within him that the other boys do not have. Short hair above his ears cut in a wonky bowl shape and fierce blue eyes with a sparkle in them that shows he is ready, not to win but to fight for what is right—he knows those eyes. It hits him, suddenly. A girl, disguised as a young boy.

“Lee!” orders Muromachi, sweating profusely at this point. Zuko instantly understands the name is false, an alias to hide her true nature.

And the girl disguised as a boy begins her dance around Zuko. Her movements are hesitant. She nearly trips over her own two feet. Her two swords do not move together as one but rather as completely separate entities. An amateur compared to her peers. Muromachi is visibly appalled by her performance, but remains silent out of respect for his guest. Zuko, admittedly, is intrigued by the girl. Why would she openly go through such turmoil?

#zuko #prince zuko #lord Zuko #old zuko #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #legend of korra #lok #lok fanfic #atla #avatar the last airbender #also like I’m sorry for all the wips I’m pumping out but life is just up and down right now so

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yell0wsalt · 4 months

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27. Craziest place they had sex?

32. Who's so affectionate they can't stop touching the other?

34. How do they cheer the other one up during sad times?

For Linzin?

These were fun questions, thank you!

27. Craziest place they had sex?

It’s a given the two don’t care much for President Raiko, so of course they had sex in his office during his term.

Another would be the dressing room in one of the stores of the Little Ba Sing Se Mall. Trying on dresses and getting all fancy for an event neither were particularly invested in was becoming a chore. However, nothing quite like trying on a particular dress that makes you feel a little spicy.

Shopping became a lot of more fun after that.

32. Who's so affectionate they can't stop touching the other?

Tenzin is one who is more about the subtle touches throughout the day- a hand on her thigh when sitting together, or around her waist when side by side. Nothing sexual behind it, rather a subtle way of telling her he’s right there by her.

When they are being intimate, Lin is less reserved with her affection and has her hands all over him

34. How do they cheer the other one up during sad times?

When Lin is sad she will have the tendency to be avoidant and retreat into herself. To cheer her up, Tenzin tries to be there for her as a reminder that she’s not alone and he’s there to help her carry the burden. That may look like helping out with responsibilities and simply holding her.

When Tenzin is going through it, Lin will be supportive as a shoulder to cry on and keep him grounded so he doesn’t lose himself too much in his grief and emotions.

They may top it off with a present like one of their favorite sweet treats and/or flowers to make the other feel special, loved, and needed.

OTP + character asks

#lin beifong #tenzin #linzin #ask

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wishingforatypewriter · 4 months

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What did the triads do during the final battle with Kuvira? Help? Take advantage? Fight amongs themselves?

Thank you so much for the ask!

I like to think that the triads would have been on their worst behavior.

At an organizational level:

The Agni Kais used the confusion and destruction of Kuvira's invasion to break their leader, Arson Queen Aiko, out of prison.

The Triple Threats and the Creeping Crystals, working in tandem, orchestrated three bank robberies and absolutely plundered the homes of some very wealthy Republic City residents.

The Triple Threats also took bets on the Korra vs Kuvira fight.

The Red Monsoons sent pickpockets to the train station to take valuables off people trying to evacuate.

Also:

Viper and Jargala had apocalypse sex all over President Raiko's mansion, which they then robbed.

When the Kuvira's weapon started wrecking buildings all over the city, they absconded to their bunker with the stolen goods—because of course Jargala has a bunker—and listened for updates on the radio.

#legend of korra #jarper #jargala omo #lok viper #triple threat triad #creeping crystals #agni kai triad #red monsoons

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wilcze-kudly · 25 days

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As much as I adore tlok, B4 being my favourite book, it does kill me inside how... painfully US centric it is. It feels like a very convoluted, fantasy-esque, US idolising retelling of the events of WW2. The Earth Empire, of course, has a lot in common with the Nazi Party (also with the USSR but we barely talk about that). Republic City of course carries a lot of similarity to New York and it feels like the centre of tlok's weaternisation of the Avatar world.

But it just. The obvious crimes and ethical violations Kuvira was committing in the vulnerable Earth Kingdom going unchecked until Republic City was affected.

The complete lack of any rebellion towards Kuvira's rule, or any inklings of said rebellion being severely critisised (it just reminds me of the erasure of freedom fighters under the occupied countries) The Beifongs being admonished for defending their home, but applauded when defending RC. Varrick, Bolin and Zhu Li straight up getting Operation Paperclipped back into the city.

Idk. It makes me uncomfortably disappointed. It would've been wonderful to have B4 happen less from Republic City's perspective, but more that of Earth Kingdom inhabitants. It would show a less popularised perspective and it would be really cool. The Beifong family would be perfect vessels for a storyline like that.

Anyway have my insane ramblings. Maybe I'm just an oversensitive Pole who got way too invested in the Polish resistance against the Nazis and wish more people knew about it. Especially after what the Soviets did to said rebels after the war.

#am i getting too political? am i reaching? probably #legend of korra #avatar #tlok #the legend of korra #avatar the legend of korra #atlok #lok #kuvira #president raiko #korra #suyin beifong #wei beifong #wing beifong #opal beifong

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bestepisode · 2 months

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Night of a Thousand Stars

Bolin visits Mako in prison, and Mako tries to warn his brother against Varrick. Disbelieving him, Bolin goes to the finale of his "movers" series, which President Raiko is also attending. During the performance, Bolin foils an apparent attempt to kidnap President Raiko. When he interrogates one of the kidnappers, the man incriminates Varrick, who is promptly arrested, with Mako freed. Korra warns President Raiko about Harmonic Convergence and Unalaq's plans, but President Raiko retains his army to defend Republic City. Korra turns to Varrick, who agrees to give her his personal battleship. At the South Pole, Tonraq is defeated in a grueling duel by Unalaq.

Original Airbenders

At the Northern Air Temple, Tenzin finds it difficult to teach the new airbenders about Air Nomad culture. At Bumi's suggestion, he imposes a strict training regime, causing more stress and exhaustion. Jinora and Kai discover a herd of young sky bison and are abducted by poachers. With Jinora calling on the aid of spirits, they call to the other airbenders for help, and the criminals are easily overwhelmed. Tenzin promises to consider granting Jinora her airbending master tattoos.

Vote on more episodes here!

Find the full list of round 2 polls here.

#the legend of korra #tlok #tlok best episode #tlok best episode 2 #original airbenders

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chiefbeifongcanrailme · 2 years

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Raiko x Tenzin

Send me your ships and I'll amuse you!

#president raiko #tenzin #tenaiko #okay but a lin x raiko x tenzin fic omg #tenzin x raiko

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orangepanic · 1 year

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An important extension of "don't like, don't read" is also "don't comment." As in, don't leave an author a comment on the last chapter of a fic that you clearly haven't read because you're offended it exists. Not because you're hurting the author, although it's never fun to receive comments like this. It's because you will inevitably look like a moron.

Like this person.

Who left this gem on Chapter 44 of a 60k-word story whose summary reads: What might have happened if General Iroh had decided to disregard President Raiko's order not to get involved in the Water Tribe Civil War? Where would he have gone for help, and what might have happened as a result? This story picks up about halfway through LOK S2E5, "Peacekeepers," and gives him a little nudge. Irosami.

This fic not only doesn't have Korra in it beyond a few lines in the first chapter. The entire premise literally cannot work with Korra as the main character. They are essentially saying, this fic would be better if it was an entirely different fic, with a different plot, different characters, and a different central relationship. That's like picking up a box of powdered pancake mix and screaming to the cashier that it would be better if it was peanut butter. Like okay? Meanwhile the box in your hand reads Pancake Mix in big letters, the peanut butter aisle is right behind you with 31 flavors of Jiff, and you look like either an idiot or a lunatic or both.

I'll not dignify the comment about ages with much of a response since I also have a word for a) people who willfully ignore when an author states character ages in fics (Iroh is 24 here), b) people who insinuate that age gap relationships between consenting adults are some kind of moral failing, and c) people who criticize fics using poor spelling and grammar. What I will do is share a list of just a few of the other stories I've written where "General Irish" makes passionate love to Asami like she deserves.

Tell No One Mangosami Fire & Rescue The Lies We Tell Ourselves Bring Fire to the Spirit Pools Never Have I Ever And finally, Incendiaries , which is a direct sequel to the fic in question above. Because they absolutely fuck.

And for anyone still twigged about the potential for an Irosami age gap I also highly recommend "Like a Fine Wine," which I did not write but wish I had.

Or, I dunno, go eat peanut butter.

#irosami #mini rant #about idiots #sigh #is it so hard to scroll people?#anyway each comment like this only feeds my power to ship these two harder #my sword is strengthened #and there will be more fics #mwahahahaha #iroh ii #asami sato #and general irish I guess?#general irish

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thatonebirdwrites · 5 months

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New Chapter up!

In this one, Asami Sato goes up against President Raiko, who is determine to stymie her efforts to provide aid to those in need in the Earth Kingdom. The next day she finally faces who the contact is from the infamous 'The Truth' organization.

Enjoy!

Excerpt:

The President’s assistant opened the heavy oak door and held it open. Asami nodded her thanks and stepped through. Raiko’s office had changed little since she had been here with Korra, Kara, Varrick, and herself during the World War. The bookcase held a few more books, and the sofa and chairs had been arranged in a new formation. The desk and two chairs in front of it were still in front of the big bay window that overlooked the Spirit Wilds. A lovely view honestly.

“Ah, Asami Sato,” President Raiko smiled, but his grey eyes bored into her. He stood with a slight bow and waved his hands at the chairs in front of his desk. “Welcome. What can I do for you?”

She walked up to his desk and gave a bow, the traditional Fire Nation style. Taking a seat, she scanned the mess that was his desk. Documents were scattered across it, many of them in no order that she could see, and the document dividers that sat on the corners of his desk nearly burst with papers. Several pens, ink vials, and pen holders lined the front of the desk closest to her. A few documents related to patents, but others looked to be regulations or orders, though she couldn't quite read the words from this angle.

Leaning her cane against her leg, she rested her hands atop it. “I’m here to expedient my patent. You wished to discuss it with me?”

Raiko smirked, sat down, and rested his hands on his desk, fingers clasped. “I believe it’s time you understand how politics works, Ms. Sato. To expedient your patent requires something from you.”

“I’m sorry?” Asami surely hadn’t heard that correctly. “The paperwork was filed according to all legal requirements. All fees paid.”

“Ah, perhaps so.” He leaned forward. “If you wish for me to not deny it, then you will do the favor I ask of you.”