Remember That You Are Air
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POV: you're touring Air Temple Island with Jinora.
Redraw of this kataang panel:
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Day 15: “They’re dead.”
Set in the Tenzin dies AU, since this is a scene I’ve thought about before. Not as angsty as it could be.
Lin doesn’t let herself spiral in a crisis. She doesn’t let herself feel, only operates on logic and fact. She’s kept herself going this far by sealing off her heart every time some emergency happens in her city, but this time, she can’t.
Jinora is missing. Korra promises she can find the missing airbenders (Lin had barely given the others a second thought until now; Jinora is missing) and Lin trusts her. It’s a strange feeling, because she still sees the cocky, impulsive seventeen year old she met all those years ago, but time has tempered Korra into a capable young woman. And she’s the Avatar, Lin reminds herself as Korra disappears beyond the barrier she’s set up. If anyone can do this, it’s her.
For now, all she can do is wait, and keep the civilians from crowding too close. Uneasy murmurings spread through the crowd, and she catches one spoken more clearly than the others, seemingly directed at her.
“They’re dead. That’s why the cops aren’t sending more people in. The vines are killing people now.”
“No,” Lin barks, heart in her throat. She hopes she’s not lying to him. “The Avatar is investigating the situation due to her unique relationship with the spirit world. We have no reason to believe those missing are deceased.”
The crowd seems to take the answer, as Lin has rarely led them wrong, some dispersing when it seems they won’t have a chance to witness something horrifically dramatic. Lin turns back toward the vine-covered buildings, gripping the barrier tight enough to turn her knuckles white. They aren’t dead. She’s not sure what she’ll do if they are.
When Jinora launches herself into her arms, Lin allows herself a brief moment to break down. She hasn’t cried in front of the kids before, but today seems to be full of exceptions.
“I thought I lost you,” she murmurs into Jinora’s hair, and the girl’s arms wrap tighter around her shoulders.
“I’m fine, Lin. I’m sorry,” Jinora says, on the verge of tears herself.
“Oh, sweetheart, there’s no need to be sorry. You’re safe. You’re safe.” Lin looks up at Korra. “Thank you.”
The Avatar shrugs, embarrassed, and slightly unsure of the scene in front of her. “It’s no problem.”
Lin directs an officer to take charge of the barrier, wanting to take Jinora back to the island herself. As they walk off, Jinora’s hand held firmly in hers, she hears Korra ask Mako ‘what that was all about’ and snickers to herself. Jinora cracks a smile, too, and squeezes her hand, a silent reassurance that she really is there.
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Jinora, coming into the room: Aunt Zumi? Uncle Bumi?
Izumi, noticing Jinora's tear stricken face: What happened darling?
Jinora, wiping away tears: I...I..
Izumi, pulling her into her lap: It's okay sweetie.
Jinora, crying: Do you think I killed Zuki?
Bumi, sharing a look with Izumi: Of course you didn't kill Zuki. It just....happened.
Jinora, hugging Izumi, tighter: They wanted to capture me! I heard them and Zuki's dead so that they couldn't capture me!
Iroh, firmly: You didn't kill her. They did.
Bumi, stroking her back: Zuki would have died up a hundred times if it meant you were safe.
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Jinora ~ Alexis Mabille Fall 2019
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So, I did a thing.
Check out my first attempt at fanfiction here:
So I'm sorry for taking so long but uni is truly getting on my nerves. But here we are hope you like it.
The Iron Lady
"I hate that woman." That's what you say when you sit next to Asami and Korra on one of the sofas in the library. Most of the school was in class at the time, you were supposed to be studying for Professor Tenzin's history test, but you couldn't stop thinking in those eyes and those words. She seemed to have been teasing you for the entire reading of the play and now there was the iron lady again.
"Oh, you're doing a great job demonstrating that." Asami murmurs under her breath and your eyes go straight to her, who was actually reading her notes.
"What is this supposed to mean?" Asami just shrugs, but there is a small mocking smile in the corner of her mouth that makes you narrow your eyes.
"What was the year of the French revolution again?" Korra inquires, clearly bored as she flipped through a book with a cover that clearly said "Ancient History".
"1789." You answer without taking your eyes off the window. That was the kind of information your brain easily retained.
"So ... About what happened today ..." You glance at Korra again, only to notice the mischievous smile she has in her mouth as she places the book on the table in front of you. "I would say Professor Beifong is at the very least trying to provoke you and I don't even need Asami's great perception skills to realize this." A sigh leaves your mouth while you roll your eyes. Resentment starts bubbling up in your blood just remembering how suddenly she was all indifferent and bitter again. What was the problem with this woman being at least cordial?
"I have my own assumptions, but I will keep them to myself until further notice." Asami murmured again under her breath and you decided you truly needed some air.
"I'm going outside." You announce and Asami just nods, but Korra gets up.
"I'm not going to read anything before the day before the test, I don't even know why I keep fooling myself." You smile sideways and Korra puts an arm around your shoulder as you go out into the courtyard. There is a nice smell in the air, there were people mowing the football field and the moist smell that comes to your nostrils is pleasant, it calms your brain. "Oh don't fuck with me." You turn to Korra with a frown, but she's not looking at you. She's looking across the courtyard where a girl in a green blouse and a huge braid is heading to the building where the art classroom was seated. It takes you a second to realize who it was ... Kuvira.
"No ..." You start murmuring, trying to put a slight judgment on Korra's head. But she's already smiling from ear to ear, taking you by the hand. You know this is a stupid idea, you would end up screwing yourselves even more. Yet Korra never cared about that, which is why she has spent so many hours in detention.
She's already running and it's extremely hard to follow her pace as she grabs your hand. There is no one in the building. You should know there wouldn't be. Most of the classes here were before the break and now that most of the seniors were having some free time, there was no reason to be in the furthest part of the school. It was the perfect strategy, you had to admit that.
Korra crouches as soon as you reach the corridor that leads to the art room. You imitate her gesture, even if it's so stupid you don't know why you just didn't run the other way when she started pulling you.
You lean against the wall, the door to the art classroom is right next you. Korra gets a little closer and your heart starts beating clearly fast. This could end incredibly badly if Professor Su saw you and even worse if Kuvira saw you. Korra leans over, just enough to be able to look through the window glass.
She quickly comes back, covering her mouth to avoid laughing. Her blue eyes are twinkling with amusement.
"They are making out!" She announces in a completely nonstandard and extremely hoarse whisper. You don't want to see. But at the same time you are already here. Then you lean over Korra to look out the window, just enough for your eyes get a view.
Kuvira's sitting at Professor Su's desk at the back of the room, where she usually kept the paints for painting lessons. Professor Su's between her open legs, her hands so firm on Kuvira's hips you are sure she's leaving marks. You can see how her head is moving and how the kiss seemed to be the beginning of something else.
"I thought Kuvira was a top." You whisper when you crouch next to Korra again and she has to cover her mouth to keep from laughing.
It's at that moment you hear footsteps.
The sounds of heels hitting rhythmically on the floor. The panic begins to materialize in you. It could be any teacher ... Or worse ... It could be Professor Beifong.
You stare at Korra in panic and she widen her eyes the same way in your direction. What were you going to do? If it were another teacher, the chances of Professor Su and Kuvira get screwed were certain ... But if it were Miss Beifong ... She would know exactly what you were doing there.
There was nowhere to run. This was the corridor that led to the art classroom, the other rooms were distant. Either you would get into the art classroom or you would run towards whoever was there.
"Come with me." Korra gets up and you don't hesitate to take her hand, because you have no idea what to do. She pulls you up and then towards one of the corners of the wall. You are about to ask what the fuck is she going to do when Korra grabs your wrists, getting them around her neck and then wrapping her hands around your waist. You widen your eyes and she does the same in warning before leaning over to put her mouth on your neck. She doesn't kiss your skin, but that doesn't vanish the shiver running through your body. Korra giggles and you hit her on the back of the head, finally realizing what she just did.
When the footsteps approach you throw your head back, an Oscar-worthy performance that makes Korra giggle softly once again.
"But what ... WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?" The voice made you freeze in place while Korra jumped away from you. You can hear some sounds that sounded a lot like cursing from inside the art classroom.
Professor Beifong has both hands resting on her waist, her posture so harsh she could break a wall. You swallow. Oh it wouldn’t end well.
"Forgive me, Miss Beifong ... I couldn't help myself." You look from the corner of your eye to Korra. She was walking on thin ice here and knew it well. The teacher's face looked hard enough for your legs begin shaking.
But it is gratifying to make her so mad. Taste a little bit of her poison herself.
"This is a school not a brothel." She announces each word so slowly, almost as if she's trying to control herself so as not to grab your neck and suffocate.
"We are aware of that, Professor Beifong, we're sorry." Korra tilts her head in such false regret you would be really surprised if Miss Beifong believed. But her eyes were not on Korra, they were on you. The same look from the play. Why? You ask yourself and have to avoid the urge to raise an eyebrow in defiance.
She was about to say something. Probably "detention until the end of the semester", but then ... Kuvira walked out the door, looking pretty well fucked. Her braid was messy and her clothes were wrinkled. Professor Beifong's gaze seemed to pierce a hole directly in the girl's shirt.
"Get out of my sight. THE THREE OF YOU." She screamed the last part and you didn't hesitate before taking Korra's hand and running down the corridor, deciding she might as well take out all that anger on Professor Su.
When you told the whole story to Asami she wasn't angry ... No, she laughed out loud at the whole situation and kissed your cheek when she noticed the worried look on your face.
"It's okay, Y/L/N." She looked at you for a moment and you frowned. "I wouldn't even object if you ever want to try." You widen your eyes in her direction and Asami lets out another chuckle before settling on the couch with the book she was reading. "Jinora's going to love this one." You sit next to Korra and together you wait for a moment just to reflect on everything.
"We really should be going home." You mumble and Korra chuckles before pushing your shoulders gently.
"You guys can go ... I have to stay for training today, Coach Bumi is picking on us because college evaluators are going to start coming to watch." You nod and feel pure pride resting on your chest. Your friend could be extremely stubborn and end up putting you in a lot of trouble, but she was good at what she did, the best you've ever seen and deserved that scholarship more than anyone else.
"I'm going to study some more, I think I can come back with you." Korra nods to her girlfriend and then looks at you. A new sigh leaves your mouth. You could not study particularly well in the library, so it was better to find Jinora, Mako and Bolin to go home.
"See you two tomorrow." You kiss the girls' cheeks and then grab your backpack.
Jinora, Mako and Bolin were at the school gate, waiting for you. You grinned and explained Asami and Korra would stay. So you started walking.
You had never noticed how therapeutic this way home was for you. Just walking with the people you liked, sometimes rubbing your hand in Jinora's hand, watching the sun go down over the horizon and feeling the light fresh wind. Summer was almost here, summer vacation ... It was your last year at school, the last year of studying things you didn't like just trying to get into college.
"Have you decided what you're going to do when you finish school?" You ask Jinora. Mako and Bolin's house was already down the street, so they waved and smiled at you before they left. Jinora shrugged for a moment.
"Daddy wants me to be a teacher like him. In fact he's already infecting Ikki with this idea and since she's the little girl in daddy's eyes she is already wanting to go on a preparatory course to teach in high school." You frown at the thought. You were lucky to have comprehending parents. When you finally told them you liked girls, mom hugged you so hard you thought you could suffocate and dad chuckled because he already knew. You had amazing parents and they would always support you, even if you wanted to go to college in drama and cinema.
"What do you want?" You correct the question and Jinora grins at you with the corner of her lips. She looks so beautiful when she smiles like that.
"I have been thinking a lot about psychology or medicine. I want to help people." It's noble of her and Jinora was exactly the type of person who would do that. She looks up and her short hair falls down the back of her neck, locks of hair with chocolate color. "Can you imagine that we will probably never have moments like this again?" A lump forms in your throat at the thought. You grew up with these people. Professor Kya healed your first scratches. You used to have dinner at each other's house every weekend when you were kids. And then the second year came. Korra got tired of flirting and kissed Asami on the Fourth of July holiday. Bolin started dating Opal, Jinora started dating Kai and little by little some things disappeared. You grew up, that was the truth you often tried to ignore. You guys grew up. "Sorry ... I didn't want it to sound like that." You sniff, feeling some tears have accumulated in your eyes. How are you supposed to hear Jinora give a speech on graduation night without bursting into tears if you could barely think about it all ending without your heart squeezing to the point of leaving you breathless? "Hey." Jinora holds your hand in hers. Her hand's hot and seems to scare away any bad thoughts. You take a deep breath and look at your friend. Her eyes are warm too, so sweet.
"I think I will be your first appointment." You joke and she chuckles, squeezing your fingers one last time before releasing your hand. You notice her cheeks look a little flushed.
You frown. No. Korra was imagining things for sure.
You guys talked a little more and she laughed a lot at the whole story about the fake kiss with Korra. You were already thinking about faking an illness tomorrow just so you wouldn't have to face Professor Beifong.
You kissed Jinora on the cheek before leaving and she smiled brightly at you before following the path to her home alone. You still watched her go, her hair shining in almost the same shade as the sunset.
You didn't want to have one last time. High school could suck sometimes. But you loved your friends and the thought of losing them made you want to throw up.
"Hey, muscles." You greeted Korra with a smile when she stopped next to you in your locker. She leaned over to put a kiss on your cheek and you yawned right away. You hadn't slept very well last night, thoughts about the end of the school year, college, your friends, and certain green eyes did not leave your head. It wouldn't be surprising if it simply exploded at some point in the near future.
"What class are you having now?" Korra asked as she stuffed the geometry book into her backpack. You forced your head a little sleepy to think straight.
"Biology." With Professor Kya. You liked her a lot, she was one of your favorite teachers, she was cheerful, but not the silly type who doesn't develop the topics and just moved everyone to the next grade. She knew how to be strict as well and lectured about marine biology like no one else.
The buzzer sounds in the distance and you close your eyes for a brief moment, wanting to the damn person who created that shit to be dead. Your head started to throb. It's not like you're worried, Professor Kya was relatively relaxed with schedules, she was late sometimes. So you take your time getting what you need for the next classes. Korra doesn't look incredibly excited for the geometry class and looks at you with exhausted eyes. Coach Bumi certainly made her work out like crazy yesterday, he could never leave the star of the team with a poor improvement.
You pull the last book into the backpack and then throw it on your back, ready to face the day as best you can.
That meant you would probably sleep in some class, perhaps Professor Su's who didn't care greatly about it.
"Hey, you two!" Your tired head takes a few seconds to realize whose voice it is and when you do, your eyes widen, just like Korra's. You turn back almost at the same moment to face Professor Beifong.
God. She was deadly beautiful that day. Heels, tailored pants, a belt with a golden buckle, and that black silk shirt with the first two buttons open. Why did you have to be so weak for a woman so stupidly thick and cruel?
"The buzzer rang. Are you deaf?" You bite your lower lip hard enough to draw blood in order not to roll your eyes. She was on a bad day, you could tell by the heavy steps and the way she crosses her arms under her chest while facing you and Korra. Her eyes seem to shine, seem to ask for defiance. You were so tired and honestly, you were not in the mood for this little superiority game Professor Beifong seemed to appreciate playing so bad.
"We're on our way, you don't have to be all cranky pants on that, professor." Your eyes spot on Korra and the tiny smile she has in the corner of her mouth. Oh shit. You had extremely stupid friends. This was not the fucking time to tease Professor Beifong's humor, perhaps someday she didn't seem to break a wall with her shoulders it might work.
Professor Beifong looked at Korra for a moment, from the shabby shoes she liked to wear to the tip of her dark hair. A predator analyzing the prey. It takes everything in you to just not get in front of Korra.
"It looks like you're trying to get detention during the team's training for the rest of the semester." Your eyes widen. And you don't have to look at Korra to know hers are the same. This was real thin ice. Korra couldn't miss the team's training sessions, that was the college scholarship you were talking about ... You think she is probably bluffing because ... Who would leave the quarterback out of training? The director herself would not allow it. However ... When you look at Professor Beifong's eyes it's pure defiance you see shine there. If anyone could do that kind of thing at this school, it was her.
“Hey, she just made a little joke. There is no need for all of this. ” The woman's head turns slowly towards you as if she remembers your existence only at that moment. It's so evident when her eyes narrow, calculating, watching. You may feel your heart rate increasing, but for some reason, you aren't holding it back. You look back at her, because...Man, she is a teacher. She can't kill you in the middle of the corridor and if she wants to take that shit out of that temper...She can do that on you and not on Korra.
"Do not provoke me, Ms. Y / L / N." The way she says those words. It's calculated, like everything she says. She knows perfectly well what she is doing to you. The breath catches in your throat for a moment. Because her jaw is firm as a rock, you are sure she could cut your finger if you tried to run your hand over there. Even if you were never going to do that. You don't remember seeing that expression on Professor Beifong's face directly at you and you would lie if you said that it doesn't scare you.
Because she still looks like a high school teacher. But the way she tilts her head and her eyes shine in your direction makes a shiver swing your spine. She could break your neck with just that look. So easily.
You swallow. And it looks extremely dry.
You were a true brat with authority issues.
Because what comes to your head next... It's just that expression of indifference. That damn indifferent after she got her face flushed reading a play with you.
Fuck that she was pissed. She could get mad and walk around this school as if she were the worst thing that ever came upon earth, but you knew she wasn't.Because she smirked at you. Because she had that sparkle in her eyes when she did. Because she got flushed when she read that play.Because she had feelings.
You just want to stop pretending you don't realize that.
Fuck. You shouldn't.
"Or what?" As soon as the words leave your mouth you regret it. When Professor Beifong swallows you are sure she will actually break your neck and you can’t even say you don't deserve it. You believe you can hear her teeth gnashing inside her mouth as if she is holding it up so as not to do anything worse than just scream. Oh you were so fucked up.
You're a stupid brat. Because your next thought it's about how sexy she looked when her lips were pressed like that.
"Detention." She growled. Professor Beifong ... She growled. An eyebrow raised towards you almost like a spasm of anger. Your fingers are shaking. Why do you want to touch that scar so badly? "Only. You." Each word was said separately, while the breath came out very weakly through the teacher's nostrils. She was pretty mad. The color started to appear on her face, a red shade you don't know if you've seen on her. She points her finger at the school corridor and it's Korra's turn to grab your elbow and pull you hard away from Professor Beifong. Her grip is difficult, but you can still turn your face to see Professor Beifong's fingers tremble as they point where you are supposed to go.
You have never seen her so pissed off. Not even when half of the class cheated on the English test last year.
That was what you would have to deal with after class.
It would be better to just have a stroke. But perhaps even that wouldn't spare you from Miss Beifong's fury or you own hots.
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Alright everyone, I really need you all to wish a very, very happy birthday to: ‘The Legend of Korra’
On this day, 9 years ago, the first episode of an absolutely amazing show aired.
This show changed my life, and I can honestly say that this is, without a doubt, one of the best shows I have ever seen.
Seeing as how this was the successor to Avatar and all, I know people’s expectations for this show were incredibly high, and some people didn’t like it because it wasn’t like Avatar.
And you know what? That’s okay
Because the Legend of Korra is its own unique, diverse show, and it isn’t supposed to be like Avatar, just like Korra isn’t supposed to be exactly like Aang.
With killer voice acting, and some truly amazing characters, this show stole many hearts and still holds a special place in mine today.
Overall, this show had a good story, and might I say, amazing villains such as Amon, Tarrlok, the Red Lotus, and Kuvira.
(Voiced by none other than Zelda Williams)
With funny and awesome/badass side characters and animal companions:
Some old friends:
Good character development:
And a damn fine ending:
I think that this was a pretty amazing show
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ok so we all know Meelo has a shaved head in tlok until season four - and the angsty part of me feels like the reason is bc he had been shaving his head since before he can remember and realizes, now that there’s more air benders and he’s not the firstborn son of the only master air bender alive, that he’d kind of like to try having hair.
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aang: it's so nice to finally meet my granddaughter!
aang: hi ursa!
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This Week Will Be Favorite TV Families<3
ATLA and TLOK Edition!
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Fandom: Avatar: Legend of Korra
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jinora/Kai (Avatar)
Characters: Jinora (Avatar), Kai (Avatar)
Additional Tags: Kainora Week 2021, Alternate Universe - Modern with Bending (Avatar), Ambiguous Relationships, Introspection
After a rude awakening, Kai isn’t exactly enthusiastic but Jinora makes him an offer he cannot refuse.
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Day Eleven: “This isn’t you”
This little thing is set in my ‘Tenzin dies’ AU so if that’s not your speed maybe pass this one up.
“Jinora, if you could—”
“Jinora, would you mind—”
“Jinora, how about—”
Jinora shut the door to her father’s study squarely in the face of the most recent acolyte scurrying behind her and sat heavily in her father’s chair, just barely suppressing the urge to scream into her hands until all the tension faded from her body. He would have called it an expressive technique, but not one that would actually get to the root of her frustrations. She scowled deeper at the intrusion of his voice in her muddled mind, as if thinking of him right now would make anything easier. She immediately felt guilty about it; it wasn’t his fault that the universe had seen fit to give a man bent on destroying the balance of the world the ability to airbend as well as—or perhaps better—than any other living airbender.
The papers scattered on her father’s desk all begged for her attention: letters from political figures across the fractured Earth Kingdom, a note from Suyin Beifong mentioning something about her guard force and a woman named Kuvira, short messages relayed from the radio tower regarding the movement of her people across the world, they all blurred together until she realized she was crying again. She wanted it to stop. She wasn’t ready for this. She wasn’t her grandfather, able to shoulder the weight of his nation on his shoulders.
Her aunt Kya found her in the garden later, not quite meditating but attempting it with as much force as she could muster. Jinora sighed as Kya settled into a lotus position across from her.
“What is it now?” Jinora winced at the snap in her own voice, knowing that her aunt wouldn’t miss it. Kya didn’t react, but Jinora could see the pity on her face regardless.
“Can’t I just check in? Bumi said you’ve been having a hard time.”
Kya gave her a long look. “Jinora, this isn’t you.”
“No, because I can’t be me anymore. I have to…” she trailed off, looking blankly at the grass between her and her aunt. “I don’t know anymore. I have to do so much.”
“You aren’t alone,” Kya said, “You have your mother and your uncle and I and everyone else. Your father might not be here anymore, but you have people who can help you do the big things you aren’t ready for.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever be ready.”
Kya opened her arms and Jinora sank into her embrace and her aunt rocked her from side to side, murmuring soothing words all the while.
“Jinora, I know it’s hard, but you will succeed. Your grandfather felt the same way sometimes.”
Jinora blinked the last of the tears from her eyes. “Really?”
“His journals are all in your father’s study. You should read them. They might help.”
“You think so?”
Kya hugged her tighter. “They helped me.”
“Always, sweet pea,” Kya said, “Always.”
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Izuku reacts to INFJ characters
based on this website (I'm sorry if you disagree. I know Myers-Briggs tests are subjective and these are fictional characters.)
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Jinora, a bookworm: What are you reading?
Lin: A book of things I love.
Jinora: But that’s just a photo album of Lin
Lin: Oh, what a coincidence.
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Tenzin, in Bumi’s bed: Come on, it’s time to sleep.
Bumi, tired: What? Why?
Tenzin, concerned: Bumi. Your daughter died yesterday. Did you really think I’m gonna leave you alone?
Bumi, slipping into the bed: Just don’t touch me. And if I wake up at night and go outside don’t worry.
Tenzin: What do you do when you’re awake? Should I-
Bumi: I hope that Yue is keeping her safe in the Spirit World.
Tenzin, nodding: She would...
Tenzin, in his mind: Jinora didn’t find Zuki in the spirit world but I can’t say that.
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Hey there, Legend of Korra fandom! Love Kai and Jinora? Like sharing fan works of our two favorite air-bending lovebirds? How about you just really enjoyed Kainora Week 2021 and wanna see more of that content on your dash?
If so, we have good news! This blog is coming right to your dashboard as a HUB for all things Kainora-related. Fan art? Fanfiction? Really cool edits? Awesome. This is a place where we’ll reblog and post all kinds of content (so long as it’s related to our theme and deemed appropriate) from all the talented creators in our little community!
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korra is 17 in the beginning of lok, and jinora, tenzin's eldest child, is 11 at that point. the next avatar is born immediately after the first avatar dies. what does this mean? it means aang never got to meet his grandchildren.
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Bedtime - Lin the Babysitter
“Meelo! Get down from there this instance! I swear if you wake your brother after I just spent an hour getting him to fall asleep I will-“
Lin was cut short by the young airbender hopping down from the roof and landing, very expertly, on Lin’s shoulders. Her eyes narrowed and her mouth got very thin in obvious annoyance. Meelo crossed his arms on the top of her head and rested his chin on them.
“Where are your sisters?”
Lin’s hand shot up and quickly covered the airbender’s mouth.
“What did I just say about waking your brothe- ugck!”
She pulled her hand back down, shaking it furiously.
“Did you just lick me?”
He giggled in response, thumping his heels against her metal chest plate. Having had enough, she grabbed him by one ankle and pulled him from her shoulders so he was hanging upside down in front of her. He laughed uncontrollably and she lifted him up so she could look him in the eye.
“Now you listen to me. We’re going to find your sisters and then it’s time for you all to go to bed. Do you understand?”
He wriggled against her grip and Lin felt her stomach drop for a moment when he slipped out of her hand. It was short lived, however, as she was quickly reminded that he was an airbender. He merely twisted around mid-air, landing on his feet like a cat before immediately taking off in the direction opposite the house.
Lin let out a loud groan, throwing her head back in frustration. How did she EVER let Tenzin convince her to babysit his herd of brats. He and Pema had wanted to have night to themselves for the first time since the kids had been born and somehow they had thought she was the best person to keep the children in line. They had sent Meelo to try and sweet talk her and she cursed herself for being unable to say no to his toothy smile as he fed her some bull about her being his hero or something.
As she watched him running farther away from her she made mental note to never fall for his antics again. Deciding that it was best to act before he was completely out of her range she stomped her foot to the ground. Too distracted to be paying much attention to his surroundings, Meelo quickly found his entire lower body encased in earth, his hands trapped by his sides.
Lin couldn’t help but smirk as she slowly sauntered towards him.
“Meelo, what did you do?”
“She said we have to go to bed!”
“But I don’t want to go to bed!”
“Ikki, Meelo, the sun is setting. You know that means it’s time for bed.”
“Jinora, just because you’re the oldest doesn’t mean you’re the boss of us!”
“No, but I am.”
Jinora and Ikki were walking up one of the grassy paths when they came across their trapped brother. Lin put her hands on her hips as she approached in an attempt to look more intimidating. She could regularly make grown men nearly wet their pants with a single glance but these kids weren’t even phased by her general authoritarian demeanor.
“B…but Aunt Lin! Why do we have to go to bed?”
“Because I said so. And don’t call me that.”
“Because I’m not your Aunt.”
“Because I’m not.”
“Lord Zuko isn’t our dad’s uncle but he still calls him that. And he calls your mom Aunt Toph.”
“That’s because he had a close relationship with both of them growing up.”
Lin released Meelo from his earthen prison and made a motion for him to reclaim his perch upon her shoulders. He squealed with delight before launching himself back up, squeezing his legs tightly against her neck.
“No fair! I want to ride on your shoulders. Meelo always gets to!”
“Meelo, stop squeezing so hard. Ikki, you can ride on my back if you want, just don’t knock your brother off.”
Ikki jumped into the air and latched herself onto Lin’s back. With Meelo on her shoulders there wasn’t much space for Ikki to hold on so Lin flicked her hand so one of her cables wrapped around the girl’s behind and crisscrossed over her back like a harness.
Lin looked over to Jinora with what she hoped was a sympathetic look.
“Sorry, I don’t have any other body parts for you to climb on, kid.”
“EW MEELO FARTED!”
Lin stumbled a bit as she tried to stay upright while Ikki struggled against her back. Meelo was laughing hysterically and kicked his legs hard against her chest. She and Jinora shared a look, both deadpan and completely done with the younger airbender’s antics.
“It’s okay. I prefer to walk.”
Twenty minutes later Lin had managed to get them all into bed. Not their own beds because apparently that was asking too much. Instead she had convinced Jinora to share their parents’ bed with her younger siblings. Lin had formed a silent alliance with the girl and she hoped she’d be able to keep them in line should they decide to rebel against bedtime… again. She carefully pulled the blankets up over the trio, pleading silently with the universe that they’d just go to sleep.
“Now, you all go to sleep and no getting out of bed. Or else.”
“Or else what?”
“Yeah! Will you throw us in jail?”
“Oh! I’ve always wanted to see what jail is!”
Meelo was already halfway out of bed when Lin finally lost her temper.
“NO! You. Get back in that bed right now.”
She really did try to not use her police chief voice with the kids but she was just so exhausted and wanted nothing more in the world than for them to go to sleep. Then she saw the looks on their faces. Meelo was frozen, eyes wide as he stared at her. She hadn’t meant for it to come out so abrasively but then Ikki started to cry and she actually felt bad.
“Ikki, don’t cry. I’m sorry. I got a little frustrated.”
“It’s okay. We have been kind of bad, haven’t we?”
Lin, once again, felt bad for making the kids feel like she was upset with them. They definitely were a burden but she didn’t need to make them feel bad about it. They were children. She spent every day dealing with adults who behaved more poorly than Tenzin’s kids, she supposed she could give them a little leeway. She sat down on the edge of the bed and smiled at them.
“No. You haven’t been that bad. I’m just still getting used to looking after you. I don’t have much experience with kids.”
“That is painfully obvious.”
Lin looked to Jinora in surprise and found the young girl giving her a cheeky smile. Oh, she most definitely was becoming Lin’s favorite.
“Thanks for the vote of confidence, kid. Now, back into bed. You really do need to go to sleep.”
“B..but I’m not even tired.”
Meelo yawned, not fighting Lin as she covered him back up with the blanket. Ikki already had her eyes closed and she walked around to the other side of the bed, making sure Jinora was comfortable as well. To Lin’s surprise the girl sat up and wrapped her arms tightly around her neck.
“Thanks for watching us tonight, Aunt Lin.”
Lin didn’t correct her this time, giving her a quick pat on the back before Jinora nestled back into the bed. She surveyed the three of them for a moment. They’re much cuter when they’re quiet. She quietly walked to the door, thinking she had finally achieved the impossible when…
Ikki was yelling again while Meelo waved the blanket up and down wildly.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help that I’m so full of air. It just has to come out.”
Lin felt like crying. She really did. They had been so close.
“Meelo, Ikki, lay back down. There, the smell is gone.”
Jinora had taken control of the situation before Lin even had a chance to turn back to them. Sending a jet of air around the room to clear it of any unpleasant smells produced by her disgusting little brother. Ikki was still pouting and Meelo gave Lin one of his signature, toothy smiles.
“It’s fine. Just… just please go to sleep now.”
“What is it Ikki?”
“Tell us a story!”
“It’s way too late-“
“I’m sure we’ll all go right to sleep if you tell us a story.”
“Jinora, I thought you were on my team.”
She looked at her innocently and Lin let out a long sigh.
“Fine. I’ll tell you a story my mother used to tell me and my sister when we were kids.”
They all looked very excited as Lin sat on the edge of the bed again and cleared her throat dramatically.
“The cats nestle close to their kittens,
The lambs have laid down with the sheep.
You are cozy and warm in your bed, my dear.
Please go the fuck to sleep...”
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