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crowentity233 · 11 months

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Don't Tell Part 1

Mako x Reader (touchstarved and secret relationship)

Part 2 Masterlist

Summary:Mako x Earthbender reader

You being touch starved for years suddenly have an intense crush on mako after he put himself in danger for you and the safety he provides following the attack. You both keep your relationship under wrap from the krew. You both don't want to deal with everything that follows them finding out.

You sat at the table with Opal, Bolin, Korra, Asami, and Mako. You had been friends with the group since the downfall of Kuvira.

You had been an escaped supporter like Bolin. You had escaped shortly after Bolin.

The table was full of chatter from the group and what they had been up to. Korra and asami had been dating for a while. They were perfectly matched. Opal and Bolin were happily dating. You and Mako both just endured the public display of affection from the couples.

"I actually have a date tonight." You spoke happily to the group.

Asami immediately smiled brightly. "Is it the guy from the Pro-Bender tournament?"

You nodded. "It is. His name is Nabi and we are going to the café on airbend Lane. The one with the good pastries."

Bolin gasped excitedly. "We love that café. They have the cutest little paw pastries with a fireferret charm."

Opal pulled out the charm that Bolin had given her. "They do! It's a very nice place for a first date."

You stood leaning against the brick wall. Your nerves were pressing. This date was something you kinda forced yourself into to try. You hadn't been on a date since leaving Kuvira's army. That was well over a year ago.

You stood in your own world, trying to press down the fear. Your heart fluttered at the thought of seeing Nabi again. You lifted your eyes seeing Nabi walking up.

"Hey!" You hugged him casually. You both stood outside the café. "How was the match?" You asked, knowing he had gone to watch the probending match today.

"It was good the team I bet for won." He smirked happily.

You smiled politely when the corner of your eye caught movement. A group of men were lerking closer. "Aww, isn't this sweet. Sorry to break up your date. I'm gonna need your cash."

Nabi immediately started digging through his pockets.

You stomped your foot into the ground, bending the earth as a warning shot. "I suggest you get out of here."

"You and what army?" The gang members chuckled as Nabi was nowhere to be found he had deserted you seeing his chance when you distracted them by bending

You rolled your eyes, taking a fighting stance. "I don't need one." The double meaning in your own mind, boyfriend nor an army. You bended quickly, creating distance between you and the group. You weren't dumb three on one wasn't a risk you wanted to take. You were a great bender, but no toph. You ran off jumping on your motorcycle. You sped off, but the men quickly caught up to you. Sirens blared behind the men as the cops caught up, too. The waterbender shot water your way. You blocked a little late. You got a scratch on your arm. You bended earth trying to get them off your trail. The waterbender then froze over your back tire, causing you to come to a screeching halt. You tried to keep as balanced as you could. The balance finally toppled over, but you were at a safe speed. Your bike turned over, and you hopped onto a rock that you had bending into something to slide into safety with. You watched as a bike caught up to the men. Fire caught on the bike, causing them to all jump off the bike before it exploded in the middle of the bare street. The men were surrounded by the cops and sirens immediately. You leaned against the wall of a closed store. Mako had been the one to apprehend the men and packed them into the cars of his coworkers. Your hand fell to your arm that was sore from the cut.

Mako walked from the car to you. You lifted your eyes to his. He stood much taller tonight. "Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" He lifted your hand from your arm seeing the cut underneath.

"Come on." He placed his arm over your shoulder. You hesitated from walking with him. Your knees were weak from the adrenaline. You took a step with him. Your legs were learning trust in the ground beneath you as you slowly walked with Mako. He held you stable. "Can you ride with me?" He asked as you both approached his motorcycle.

You nodded hesitantly. "Can I ride in the front? I'll feel safer. "

He hopped on the bike and opened his arm for you to get on the front. You sat down in front of him. You placed your hands on the handlebars, and he placed his hands over yours.

"We're going to my apartment." His voice sounded through the helmets.

"You don't have to do that. I'm sure I'll be safe." The bike took off you held onto the bars as mako took control.

"No chance. I know how these guys operate. I'm not risking it. You can stay over. Bolin and Opal will be there in the morning. You can just stay tonight, and we will hang out tomorrow like we planned."

"Okay. Thank you, Mako." Your back relaxed into his chest. He made a few turns and passed some buildings. Each turn calmed you further. Safety was right where you were. The feeling overwhelmed your senses.

The cool air blowing past you. The warmth of makos chest against your back. Your legs pressed against his. The vibrations of the road. You rested in his arms. He parked his bike and, for a moment, time stood still. You remembered this feeling of having a man so close to you was mako. The touch that you had starved for, just the comfort of a man. It was Mako.

The Mako that you know from Bolin. The same Mako that was with you this afternoon. The one that you always sat next to with the group. They had alway sat next to their significant others. you always sat next to mako laughing as you both poked fun at the lovers swooning over each other. This safety was him. It was always there. Tonight was just amplified by the situation.

Mako broke the comfortable silence. "I'm glad you're safe."

His hands fell from yours, and he stood up dismounting the bike. The unwelcome cool air hitting your skin. Even through the layers of clothes, you could feel the cold air of being painfully single and without the warmth of another. "Yeah, I am too." You stood up still a little shook up from the fight, or maybe it was the butterflies. Mako wrapped his arm around you to help stabilize you to the ground.

"Come on. Let's go inside. I'll get a bath for you. You can borrow some of my clothes to sleep in." He helped you step into the building and walked up to his door. He released you again to unlock the door. You could feel the cold again.

You made your way to the couch. As many times as you've been around mako, you've never seen his apartment. He no longer shared a place with Bolin. After Kuvira Bolin followed opal with her airbending, he left mako to figure out his own life path.

Mako was a fish out of water caring for himself, but with you here. He was in his element. Taking care of someone else was comfortable to him. It was second nature.

He walked to the bath and filled it with water, warming it with his bending. He grabbed a towel and picked out clothes for you. Leaving them on the countertop.

"Are you sure you're not hurt?" He called out as he entered the room again.

"No, just sore and a little shaken." You answered.

"The bath will help then. It's ready for you."

"You're the best, mako." You stood up and walked towards the bathroom. You stopped next to him. Your intrusive thoughts win. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. At first, he was taken back, but then he held you, remedying his own touch starvation.

"If you need anything, let me know. I'll be in the living room."

You let go and walked into the room shutting the door. You shed the clothes and a horrible day away. You stepped into the warm water, and it engulfed you in relaxation. Your mind stood still. The warmth of the bath was soothing. His bending was laced with the water it felt as if you were with him. This crush hit you like a ton of bricks.

All at once, the craving sat beside you, taking over every thought. The way his hands held yours on the bike. The way he was so gentle with you. The way he stepped into danger protecting you from the gang. The way he threw the men against the car in an effort for them to feel pain they wanted to cause to you. He was everything you had been wanting. He was right in front of you the entire time. He would fight with you and for you. You had known him for over a year, and every caring thing he did for you that seemed like a kind gesture suddenly made you question if he could feel this shift too. If he maybe felt more for you.

The water was cooling down. You stood up, drying yourself off. You wrapped the towel over your hair. The clothes were baggy but were comfortable. The shirt smelled faintly like spices, cinnamon, and distinct firebender smoke like a relaxing incense. It was both sweet and spicy.

The tub drained, and you walked out. Mako looked up from his book. "Feel better?"

"I do. What are you reading?" You sit on the couch next to him. His arm was thrown over the couch and almost over your shoulder.

"Just some fire nation history." He put down the book on the coffee table.

"I never knew you were a history guy."

"Not normally. I just want to learn more about my culture." He spoke honestly.

"Anything interesting? I don't know much about the firenation." You both sat comfortably on the couch. Your mind wondered back to his touch and how you felt with him. You could feel the electricity in the space between you.

"Just rulers with anger issues and a lot of festivals. There are a few good leaders, though. I just got to where Lord Zuko took leadership. He was so young."

"Maybe he can teach you some about the culture one day. I do know the firelily festival is coming up. You deserve some time off. Chief would probably let you off to go." Your heart was leaping. Your thoughts turned to what it would be like to travel with Mako with this newfound crush. He looked so different in this light. The way his jawline stood out. His bone structure screaming firenation with the hard edges. His slim figure left you wondering what was under the clothes that shielded your view.

"I don't think that's a great idea. I don't think I should go alone to the firenation. I would look the part, but there are so many traditions I would look like a fool for not following them." He was aware of his resemblance to the firenation. Enough to leave you an opening. It was more than enough of an opening for you to take. You battled the thought in your head.

"I could go with you." Your mouth moved too quick for your head to stop it. "I know a little from my parents. They had some friends from the firenation. We celebrated the firelily festival with them a few times."

"If you want to go. I'll ask the chief next time I see her. When is it?" He seemed to want it more for you than himself. Maybe just an excuse to get away with you, just you.

"It's in a few weeks. It will be fun. My parent's friends told us stories about the firelilies and how they were decorated for the festival, and we can try some authentic firenation food." You were excited reading between the lines, hoping you were reading correctly.

"Bolin is going to be jealous." Mako chuckled.

"Let's tell him after we go. This can be a trip for you." You baited.

"For us. You deserve a break, too. Especially after today. What happened? You were supposed to be on that date, right?" He bit down on the hook that you laid out. Us was a simple word, but the heavy meaning was feeding you, leaving you a pure glutton for more.

"Yeah, he had just shown up, and then the gang showed up telling us to give up our money, and he ran."

"He left you alone with them?" He tensed unknowingly, setting it up so perfectly for you.

"I'm not going back out with a man like that. I prefer a man who will fight by my side." You grabbed his hand from behind you and pulled his arm down across your shoulder. You let go of his hand and shifted closer to mako. His fingertips traced your arm where you had just placed his hand. His body released the tension from his anger of you being left in danger. The new sensation of you showing interest was taking over. Your arm tingled from his touch again.

"I wish I would've been there." He spoke softly he sat up from his relaxed position.

"I wish you were there, and the gang didn't show up." You admitted feeling him pull you closer. You wanted desperately to be on a date with him instead of the coward. The way he made you laugh when you were with the krew. The way he was so kind-hearted with that hard external shell. You had cracked his shell before tonight but really tasting his gentle side now. You wanted more. It was intoxicating.

"A trip to the firenation is big first date. Are you sure you want to go with me?" He was leaning in so slowly.

"We have time to plan one before. Then we can take our secret trip together." He smirked, placing a hand on your waist, pulling you all the way into his grasp. Our was another word that wasn't just tossed around. It was something that linked you both as one. His lips met yours. You were free to explore this new beginning alone with him. That's how you wanted to keep it. His soft lips were electric to yours. It was as if lightning was striking the earth. Your lips were tingling with each move. His hand gripped at your waist.

You ran your fingers through his hair. Ethereal feelings rushed around you. Your hands searched for something stable, finding his chest to be suited. Your world was crashing into his. It left you in a daze.

Mako pulled away slowly. His hand released your hip, sliding down your leg comfortably, and his gaze met yours before running down the length of your hair that was unbundled from the towel.

"I don't want to tell the others anything yet. I don't want to deal with the questions and them poking fun at our expense. I want us to figure everything out first." You spoke through the euphoria glazed on your lips.

He nodded in agreement, trailing his fingers on your back. "When they find out we are in for it."

"If they find out..." You trailed leaning back in to kiss him, needing that euphoria back.

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deimagines · 5 months

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Her Falling and Her Legacy *Part 3 ( A ATLA and LOK Imagine)

Been away for so long cuz of college. But I am HERE! and I am not leaving! Part 1/2/

General Iroh II arrives at the Air Temple and Zuko has a dream.

Ba Sing Se

100 AG

Y/N smiles happily that her mooncakes have come out perfectly. It was the first time she had made them, and she was proud of how they turned out. She even gave them a little dragon design on it, circling a jasmine flower.

She took a careful bite to taste the flavors and smiled.

“Mmh, not bad!” She says to herself and makes a small plate for her and her roommates. She just wished that Zuko would wake up soon.

After Zuko released the Avatar’s flying bison, he became sick.

Iroh said that his aura is changing drastically and was the reason for his illness.

She sighs in worry but puts on a brave face before placing the plate on the kitchen table.

Iroh took one and tasted it. A smile was presented on his face. A clear sign that he was happy by the taste. “Incredible! You have outdone yourself, Y/N.”

“Thank you, Iroh. It’s my first time making these.”

Zuko entered the room and Iroh presented the mooncakes to him.

“Look, nephew, Y/N made mooncakes. Try one!”

Zuko looks at the hopeful gaze on Y/N’s face over his uncle’s shoulder and takes one.

After taking a bite, he hums lightly. “Pretty good.”

“Really?” She asked, worry washed away.

“Yeah. Really good, actually.” He takes another bite.

“Maybe we should add them to the menu of our tea shop.” Iroh suggested.

“Okay, but only I get to make them, I don’t want anyone stealing my recipe.”

“Deal!” Iroh finalizes their ‘business’.

Northern Air Temple

171 AG

Tenzin watched his pupils, yet again, with frustration.

It had weeks, but he still has ye tot manage to shape them into the ideal air nomads that he and his grandfather had dreamed of for as long as he can remember. After the close call with the bison herd from getting stolen by animal traffickers, if Kai and the other airbenders hadn’t interfered, he had expected they would at least become more serious about their training.

He winced as another was hit and out of the spinning paddles.

Not a lot, but at least a little.

He sighed once again and continued to watch until one certain pupil caught his attention.

At least one of them had expected those expectations.

“Don’t just stand there, Rookie! Be the leaf!” Meelo orders her as he pointed at the gates with his chest puffed up.

She looks down at him and then back at the paddle with a steady gaze. She watches as they spin and spin and then something just clicks.

“A leaf. . . I get it.”

She took her position and started moving her feet and walked onto the course, eyes closed.

Tenzin watched in tense, nobody had done it the first time with eyes closed before.

Yet she did the impossible, and moved like Meelo has instructed, like a leaf. But it wasn’t just dodging, it was like she was dancing. Like the leaf, she redirected any impacts that she stumbled upon her way through the grates and let the wind guide her to safety.

She finally arrived at the other side, unharmed and lowers of hands together.

The others looked at her with amazement and envy as whispers broke out.

“Wow.”

“She’s amazing.”

“She makes it look so easy.”

Bai-La was an incredible pupil. The most attentive, the most graceful and hard-working student that he has ever had the closest joy to have.

Other than the poor man that he had to demonstrate to shave, Bai-La was the only one who willingly volunteered to have her hair shaved. Technically, she asked for a half-shaved look to not lose all of her hair. He hesitated, but she was the only one who volunteered.

She passed every test and breathing exercises as well as understanding his lectures and stories, excluding.

If she kept it up, she would be at the same level as his children and Korra.

And . . . another thought had haunted his mind ever since he saw her eyes.

Y/N. The girl who would’ve been the Fire Lady.

Zuko’s first love.

Though he was not sure if it was just a coincidence, Bai-La's eyes and face were the exact copy of the girl who would’ve been his aunt.

Everyone knew the story. How Y/N The Gentle fought and aided future Chief Sokka, his would-be wife, Suki and future Chief of Police Toph to stop Fire Lord Ozai’s invasion.

Only Y/N was sacrificed for the cause.

His mother once told him of how broken Zuko was when he heard of the news of his beloved’s demise, but he had to remain strong as he was the next Fire Lord. He managed to find happiness in Mai, but even she knew that she couldn’t compete with the girl who had stolen her husband’s heart, their respect for each other is unreal.

In fact, the now Fire Lord, name, Izumi was half of Y/N’s name, Y/N Izumi, to honor her in memory.

Which brings him to another situation.

“Alright everyone, that’s enough for today. We’ll continue tomorrow after our morning meditation.”

Most of them sighed in relief and even went on their separate ways in groups or alone. Bai-La jumps done and lands on her feet gracefully.

As she was about to leave, Tenzin stopped her.

“Just a moment Bai. There’s something I want to talk to you about.”

“Yes, Sifu Tenzin?” She looks up at him.

“Follow me.” He says, and they made their way out of the training grounds.

They reached one of many balconies of the temple and he took out an envelope from his robes.

“Here.” He hands it to her. “Letters from your family. I’m sorry I couldn’t keep my promise of bringing them here, but the letter that you sent to them was most helpful.”

Bai-La smiles gratefully and bows to him. “Thank you. These mean more a lot to me than you can think of.” She opens one and immediately begins to read.

Tenzin nods. “I’m glad. . . there is something else that I need to bring up.”

“Yes?” She looks back up at him.

“As you know by now, our situation with the world leaders have been a little. . . strained with the idea of airbenders being back to society.”

“You mean President Raiko?”

Tenzin didn’t reply. “Our first impression was not . . .impressive, per say. Two days from now, General Iroh will come visit by to write a report on our activities and how fair we are doing.”

“You mean spying?” She teases lightly.

“Yes.” He couldn’t help but to comply with her humor. “But General Iroh is a good man. The one he’s working above him, however.”

“No need for more explanations.” She raises her hand to stop him. “But I still have yet to understand what it has to do with me?”

“Well, other than Kai and my brother, you Bai-La have the greatest potential out of all the other airbenders. In fact, you’ve become a sort of prodigy. Which is why I want you to be a representative of the airbenders once the General arrives to build his report.”

“I don’t know what to say.” She says in surprise. “I am . . .”

“Just don’t get it to your head.” Tenzin teases as he places a hand on her shoulder. “You should prepare, the General will be here next week.”

“Yes, and thank you, Sifu Tenzin.” She bows with her fist connected to her palm.

He returns it and they began to walk away until Bai notices something.

“Is that an old oven?”

Tenzin looks over his shoulder and sees a familiar oven that brought up wonderful memories.

“Why yes, the air acolytes use it, but they’re a little old fashion these days. I used to make cakes with my father here once, Bumi did not like them.”

“Were they that bad?”

A secret smile made its way up to the corners of his mouth. “Not exactly.”

“Well, then, can I use it? I would love to make some mooncakes or some sweetbread.” She had sparkles in her eyes as she explained.

Tenzin raises an amused brow. “I don’t see why not. Here, let me show you a recipe my father taught me.”

***

Bumi was happily taking a stroll until something fell from the sky.

His head was suddenly covered in frosting and cake bits. He shouted at the sky in anger, knowing exactly who was responsible.

“TENZINNNNN!”

Tenzin and Bai-La looks down from the balcony and they both laugh. They then bow to each other.

“Your aim is perfect, my bright pupil.”

“Thanks, Sifu Tenzin.”

***

The Fire Nation.

The winds brushed his hair wildly as he stood there in the courtyard where the fountain lay, the exact one from Ba Sing Sae. The one where she took him there by accident.

Cherry blossom petals suddenly fall from the sky. Where did they come from? He doesn’t know.

“Zuko.”

His eyes widened and he slowly turned. The wind blowing through his hair as the owner of the voice that had called out to him was full in his sight.

There she was.

Young and beautiful as he remembered.

Her dress was the one she wore on their first date.

He felt his youth coming back as he suddenly morphs back into the young lad he used to be when they were still together.

He ran to the other side of the fountain, where she was and crashes her into a hug. She let out a giggle as he twirls her around until he settles her back to the ground. Her head burry on his chest as he hugs her.

“I missed you.” He whispers into her hair.

“I missed you, too.” She muffles into his chest.

“This is another dream. Is it?” His tone of content did not waver.

“I’m afraid so.” She confesses. “But it’ll be over soon.”

His hold on her tightened at those words. This dream always ended the same way. He begs her to stay longer, but she always says no.

“Please. Just a little longer. A minute even.”

“You don’t understand, Zuko. It will be over soon.”

He frowns, this was different. He pulls away to look down at her. “What will be over soon?”

She raises a hand to cup his cheek, her thumb caressing the edge of his scar.

This was different too.

But he didn’t care, he leans into the touch and grabs it to kiss the palm of her hand.

“You’ll see.”

He suddenly wakes up.

He sat up and looked at the morning sky from his open window.

It has been days since he arrived at the Fire Nation to protect Izumi. She was reluctant to take the decision, saying that she didn’t need any protection, but he insisted. She has only heard of Zaheer and the Red Lotus, never seen them of what they are capable of.

His hands clutched the silk duvet as he imprinted the words of his first beloved.

It’ll be over soon.

But what did she mean by that?

***

Bai-La sighs as she wipes the sweat on her forehead with the back of her hand after setting the last batch of mooncakes on tray. She smiled at her grandmother’s signature design on the treats as fond memories began to unfold. She looks at the ready mooncakes that were packaged in boxes. At the sight of it, there was enough for a whole fleet. Which was what she was going for.

Ikki was there too, sitting near the baker on a rail of the balcony munching on a cake that Bai had given her. “Mmh! This is the best mooncake I ever tasted.” She pauses. “Don’t tell my mom I said that.”

Bai only smiles. “I’m glad you like them! It’s my grandmother’s recipe, never changed and never left eaten without a single crumb behind.”

Ikki looks at the number of mooncakes. “But why are you making so much? Is there a party? Are we having a party? Is it someone’s birthday?”

“Nope,” Bai answers quickly to cut off any remaining questions that the little girl has. “These are for the Air Acolytes as a thank you for helping us settling in the temple and for the Fleet of the United Republic of Nations as a welcome present.”

Ikki looks at the many boxes. “That’s a lot of mooncakes.”

“Ooh!” Meelo made himself known. “Mooncakes! Score!”

He was about to touch the ones that were already packed but Bai lightly taps his hand with a wooden spoon. “Apbububu- No touchy. Those are for the Air Acolytes and our guests tomorrow.”

Meelo rubs his hand in dismay, but his mood suddenly changed when a plate of mooncakes was in front of his face.

“These however are for airbenders.” Bai smiled.

He gladly takes one and takes a bite. His eyes sparkled as his tastebuds sings his mood. “Whoa! It’s like I’ve been taken to Flavor Heaven!”

He then takes more and more to stuff in his mouth, but Bai pulls that plate away from him as she laughs. “Hey! Save some for the others, Little Sifu.”

Little Sifu was a nickname she had given him since she started her training, Meelo didn’t seem to mind since the word Sifu is being used directly to him.

“Alright, since you two are here. Mind helping give these out till’ dinner time? I’ll put in a good dozen of mooncakes for you once we’re done.”

“You trade in a hard bargain, lady.” Meelo comes by and takes a few boxes with Ikki.

“But the temple is so big. How are we gonna take these to everyone by dinner? I’ll be tired from all the walking.”

“Who says anything about walking?”

Ikki and Meelo shared a look.

***

An air acolyte was done cleaning the windows, when suddenly, he hears the familiar sounds of wind whistles.

Before he could look behind, three figures passed by him, and he felt something in his hands. He looked down and was surprised to see a white box in his hands with a sweet aroma coming from it.

He squinted to the culprit that gave him the box and see Bai-La with the airbending children on air scooters with other boxes balanced on the top of their heads.

“Thanks for your hard work!” Bai shouted.

The air acolyte raises a brow but opens the box, nonetheless, he takes out a mooncake and smiles to where the benders headed before taking a bite.

“Mmh!”

***

Like Bai had hoped, they managed to deliver the mooncakes to every acolyte at the Temple by dinner. Some were surprised but mostly happy by the thoughtful treats.

Everyone finished their meals and the airbenders were surprised by Bai’s mooncakes waiting for them.

“So, this is what the commotion was about within the acolytes.” Tenzin said as he takes one.

“I wanted to thank them for helping us settle in the Air Temple.”

“How thoughtful.” Pema complements as she takes a mooncake as well. She noticed the design and admired it. “What a lovely touch.”

Bai smiled. “Thank you, it’s my gram-gram's signature.”

“These are delicious!”

“I know right!” Ikki was happily eating them.

Bai sat in her seat as she was being thanked and asked for making mooncakes again from airbenders and acolytes alike. One even asked for the recipe, but she shakes her head.

“Sorry guys, family secret. My grandmother would haunt me if shared the recipe from outside of the family.”

The mood in the room changed drastically after hearing the comment.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that, Bai.” Tenzin apologizes.

The young woman only smiled and shakes her head again. “It is fine, Master Tenzin, it was a long time ago. . .” She fiddles with something that tied around her neck that Ikki seemed to be the only one to notice.

“What that?”

Bai pulls it up a bit to show it. It was a half pendant that shined brightly in the light.

“It’s an heirloom, it belonged to my grandmother once, before she passed away. “

“Pretty! But where’s the other half?” Ikki tilted her head.

“I don’t know, my grandmother never really explained it to me.”

As Bai tries her best explain the mystery, by mere sight of the necklace, Tenzin was suddenly pulled into flashback, a memory that he had almost forgotten.

When Lord Zuko was telling them the bravery of the only fallen friend during the war.

Y/N the Gentle.

The portrait the Fire Nation Palace displays for her honor was made with as much detail as possible, the beautiful smile and kindness showing in her eyes. But what really stuck to young Tenzin the most was the necklace that the young girl was wearing around her neck.

One that took a similar resemblance to the one that Bai-La has in her hands.

And if he remembered the tales that Iroh had told him when he became older, Lord Zuko had the intension to marry Y/N after they brought peace to the Four Nations. But that promise was taken away from him when Y/N sacrificed herself to save his uncle and Toph Beifong.

He frowns at the sight of the necklace as the possibility ran through his mind.

After dinner, he stood up and announced that he had something to take care of in his study.

Once there, He rummaged through the bookshelf until he found what he was looking for. He opens it and flips through the pages until he stops at a chapter where the first page shows a picture of the same portrait, he’s seen in the Fire Nation Palace. He takes a small magnifying glass from his desk and moves it around the portrait until it stops to the model’s neck.

A pendant around the girl’s neck gave him the clue he needed for his question.

***

Tenzin and the acolyte elders watched as General Iroh’s fleet had docked the port on a blimp. The General himself was walking down the ramp and he saluted.

“Greetings, Tenzin.”

“General Iroh, it is good to see you.”

They shake hands.

“You as well.”

“I’m sorry you have to be put up with this assignment.”

“No trouble at all. It’ll be a short visit, but at least me and my men have a time to relax, away from Republic City.”

“And the President.”

Iroh smirks. “Especially.”

They began to walk and catch up, they have not talked since their ordeal with Unalaq. Once they reached the outskirts of the Temple where they were airbenders training on top of the poles. Iroh and Tenzin, and Iroh’s first mate, who was taking reports and writing them down on a clipboard, watched as they all worked through their training, some have fallen but few have managed to stand their ground on top of the poles.

“As you can see, they have a long way to go until they become proper airbenders.”

He winces as another pupil falls.

“Very long. Also, if you have the time, there’s something that I need to discuss with you.”

“What-” Before Iroh could even finish, a voice call from above.

“Look out!”

One of the pupils jumped with a powerful gush of wind by accident and suddenly fell on the General himself with a loud thud.

“Ow.” Iroh croaks as the pupil gets and apologizes repeatedly and bows many times, knowing who exactly he had dropped on as Iroh turns to his back.

A gasped was heard from above.

Suddenly, a sound of soft wind was heard, and a pair of legs was delicately floating down to the ground with airbending and lands in front of Iroh. He looks up to see that it was a woman close to his age.

The stranger leans and offers her hand.

“Are you alright?”

He took it and almost froze when he looked up and caught her eyes with his own. They were so bright and beautiful.

But his admiration was brief when she tugged his arm up and he snapped out his gaze and stood.

She was a short woman with long hair, yet the side was shaved off, it was styled in a very delicate way as well as edgy.

He clears his throat, remembering his manners. “Thank you.”

She smiled as Tenzin came to her side.

“Iroh, this is Bai La, one of the freed airbending prisoners from Ba Sing Se and finest pupil in the temple.”

“Hello.” She bows. But when she straightens her posture back, she moves her hair away from her face when a breeze passes by.

Iroh then had a look of realization but was able to hide it from the woman before him. A look that Tenzin had predicted.

“I hope you and your men are hungry. The air acolytes and I prepared a welcome dinner in honor of your visit.”

“Yes. Thank you.” Iroh could only answer as his mind was plagued with possibilities because of her face.

“Hey, Bai!” Kai from above calls for her. “I thought we have a bet going on?”

“Coming!” She turns back to the General. “See you at the dining hall.”

She then jumps with the help of airbending to set herself back on top of the poles.

Tenzin finds himself back at Iroh’s side.

“She’s. . .” He hesitated, yet Tenzin knew already what the Crown Prince was going to say.

“Yes. Exactly.”

Iroh had returned from his military training from the Northern Water Tribe. His mother took him on a walk, and they suddenly found themselves in the hall where all his forefathers and mothers portraits hanged, including the heroes of their nation.

His mother, who suddenly stopped at one specific portrait that which she had mentioned was one of her favorites because of the story behind the person’s cause and bravery.

Yet, she had surprised Iroh then with a single sentence.

“You know. . . I used to hate her.”

Iroh’s eyes widened a bit as his mother confesses.

“When your grandmother Mai told me of Y/N, I grew angry at your grandfather, wondering why he could ever disrespect the woman who gave birth to me. Whispering her name in his sleep and she cried every time.”

She closed her eyes and opened them, filled with wisdom, yet despair. “But she explained to me that on the day of Sozin’s Comet, when Y/N was lost, he became a broken man, almost unrecognizable. That’s when I knew that I couldn’t hold on to that anger anymore, especially on a brave woman who gave her life to save the world.”

Iroh places a hand on his mother’s shoulder. “I‘m sorry you had to go through that, mom. It must’ve taken a great deal of strength to accept it.”

She smiles and looks up at him. “Thank you, my son.”

They both continued to look at the portrait. Admiring the woman who could’ve been Fire Lady.

The general continued to watch Bai as she jumps from one pole to another circling with Kai to see who can stay the longest.

“But. . .are we even sure?” He asked.

Tenzin whispers to him. “Look around her neck.”

Iroh squints and sees what Tenzin is referring to watch for. It was a pendant, broken in half. A pendant he was all too familiar with.

“We can’t know for sure. Have you talked to her about this?”

Tenzin looks at Bai with a conflicted gaze. It was clear that she had become his favorite student. He tried to keep all equal feelings for his airbenders but Bai was a kind and bright being that had the potential to become one of the greatest Airbending Masters.

“I just don’t want to overwhelm her.”

“You might now have a choice.” Iroh states in a calming manner. “With things going on at Ba Sing Se and the Red Lotus, there might not be a chance to tell her. Or . . . him.”

Tenzin looks back and watches as Bai laughs to whatever Kai was saying. Lord Zuko was

“No, there might not be.” He sighs. “I’ll arrange a private meeting with her. Will you join us?”

Iroh nods as he continues to gaze Bai. “Of course.”

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@treestarrrrrrrr @mayxsx @nani-nani-nani @lifesanenigma @letsthedogpackandthecats @evelyn-4034 @serenityhvl @fandomsfanman @shoxji

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gree-gon · 5 months

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Rain World Reborn AU doodles, scugified Niko and Lyra (belongs to @crimsoncrim ) in the last image :3

#mako has also become a scug #sharkscug....#i love doing this lineless style its so easy on my hands #pokemon reborn #saphira belrose #ace featherstone #oc: mako bluefin #rain world #rain world oc #friend's oc #lyriko #neonlightshipping #oc x oc #gon draws #agagggghghhgg rain world i loveee rain world #my art

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sullustangin · 1 month

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Fluffy February 2024 Master List

Huzzah! I wrote 29 things for Fluffy February (ok, 28 things plus one very fluffy chapter for my bigger fluffy fan fic).

Highlights: I developed my canon for both Lenn Teraan and Cole Cantarus. I wrote another Akaavi/Mako piece (someone needs to write them an epic Carbonite Years fic). I posted my most explicit work so far (is that a low light?). Dr. Oggurobb has decided to weigh in a lot lately.

I'll post the round up list, and then reblog with the AO3 link.

Snow -- 10 ATC - the smuggler crew lands on Alderaan

Eavesdrop -- 22 ATC -- Someone is spying in the cantina.

Entertain -- 21 ATC -- Theron and Eva do an intel drop at a casino.

Learn -- 10 ATC -- Eva learns how to dance from Lenn Teraan.

Planet -- 29 ATC (chronologically "now" in canon) -- Eva buys a planet. Because.

Fire -- 36 ATC -- Eva, Theron, and the big family on Odessen roast marshmallows.

Recovery -- 24 ATC -- Eva recovers from the Nathema Conspiracy. Risha makes sure of it. CW for untended anorexia.

Smile --over the years -- Theron's teeth may not be real, but his smiles are.

Storm -- 5 ATC -- Eva meets her first magnetic storm.

Care -- 21/22 ATC -- After Theron is injured, Eva makes sure he gets the care he needs.

Quest -- 39 ATC -- Theron and his band of adventurers... need to go to bed.

Discipline -- 40 BTC -- the Grand Admiral headcanon/backstory that's been rattling around.

Splurge -- 25 ATC -- Eva buys Theron a gift that isn't exactly what he wanted.

Free space! I added to Elysium, for a little while.

Craft -- Carbonite Years -- Akaavi knits something for Mako for the first time; in terms of the relationship, that's a big deal.

Spontaneous --- Theron and Eva rope Lana into one of their schemes.

Pleasure -- 22 ATC -- Eva speculates on some of the alternative universes in which she met Theron differently.

Pain -- sometime between 25 ATC and 29 ATC -- Bit of a kinky piece wherein Theron has his old scars replaced by Eva. This is Explicit for sexual activity, biting, bruising, and blood.

Shadow -- the legend of the Voidhound, from a child's perspective.

Partners -- 21 ATC -- A Theron/Eva heist fic, with their radio comms as cover

Reward -- 40 ATC -- Dr. Oggurobb finally retires... or so he thinks, thanks to Bowdaar.

Sacrifice -- 29 ATC (between patches 7.2 and 7.3) -- Theron sacrifices one of the few things to survive from his childhood. Eva is a pregnant person in this fic, so CW for that.

Dance - Eva dances with Jace Malcom. This is a continuation of an eventual post-Nathema fic about a party.

Apology -- 28 ATC (Between Elom and 7.3) -- Theron liberates Arcann from his job at a fast food join in Dromund Kaas by punching him in the face. No, I will not elaborate (I will totally elaborate).

Kiss -- 21 ATC -- Theron thinks about the his views on good morning kisses in the early days after Eva's return.

Rain -- 21 ATC -- Theron finds Eva out in the rain after Koth is worried about her. It's not as bad as it looks.

Protect -- 14 ATC -- Dr. Oggurobb meets the Voidhound on Makeb.

Shy -- 13 ATC -- Cole Cantarus becomes friends with benefits with Eva (she pays at the bar).

Fresh -- anytime after 23 ATC -- C2-N2 tries to start spring cleaning on Virtue's Thief. "Tries" is the operative word here.

Taglist

@fluffyfebruary, @ayresis, @starlightcleric, @ermingarden, @blueburds-but-swtor, @vihola, @commanderlurker, @sarpndo, @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond, @vexa-legacy, @grandninjamasterren

#fluffy february #swtor fan fiction #theron shan #theron shan x smuggler #oc: eva corolastor #dr. oggurobb #arcann #koth vortena #lana beniko #risha drayen #bowdaar #akaavi spar #mako #akaavi spar/mako

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makos-ribcage · 4 days

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'Cause I fucking love you. ㅡ ༝ ˚ ｡⋆ 𓇼 ⋆｡ ˚ ༝

[] - OC x Masky. Masky accidentally confesses while in an argument.

𓇼OC, she/her, afab

! - gore, excessive cursing, toxic relationship

tbh this is an oc but yall can use it as a readerxcreepypasta i dont mind it :3 As soon as I have an actual story to this oc ill post it as well.

I really liked this and as usual it can be continued, so if it receives love, I'll make a second part, enjoy

You weren’t sure if the blood under your nails was yours or from someone else.

You could feel blood on every part of your body. What once were light comfortable grey sweatpants became the most uncomfortable thing to wear. Wetness sticking to your legs, the fabric now feeling uncomfortably heavy on your legs. Luckily your shirt was black and already fitted so it couldn’t tell the blood that was also on it just by looking into it, but you could feel it, you could feel the warm liquid slowing turning cold with the night breeze that would made you shiver if you weren’t so used to it. You didn’t remember where you left your jacket.

Walking to your hidden cabin in the woods leaving a path of blood could seem dangerous, anyone could follow it, but you wanted to believe no one would be stupid enough to follow such path. And even if someone was stupid enough, you knew you could deal with them easily.

You saw that silhouette forming, the silhouette of a familiar cabin that you missed so much. You left a relieving sigh from the back of your throat, you were getting home after 5 months.

You weren’t sure why “he” decided to punish you, as far as you knew, it could have been something that the others did that had to be fixed, or something that your “co-workers” did that the best punishment that “he” decided was to make you suffer so the rest would feel terribly guilty.

Either way, you didn’t care, you were there, you were home.

The door was unlocked, as usual, as you expected. Your steps made a sloppy sound, both when your shoe hit the ground and when it was lifted, it felt sticky and made you want to puke, you really wanted to hear Hoodie complain about it the stains on the carpet.

It was a big cabin, you were sure it wasn’t so big originally since there was a huge difference on the quality of the building when it came to the extra room Hoodie and Masky probably built when they knew someone else was being “hired”, you in this case. When Toby came, you left him your room and went to sleep with Masky, he had the biggest room, and you were the closest to him. Back then, it didn’t bothered any of you. He was a nice company and you were the one he didn’t wanted to kill, or at least not as often as the rest.

You weren’t sure why you were the closest to him though. Maybe it was how similar you both were. Short tempered, stubborn, prideful. You definitely were calmer than him most of the times, or at least pretended to be. At the end of the day, y’all just understood each other.

You walked towards your room. Wondering if Tim would be there, you didn’t had too much high expectations on how he was going to react, you just wanted to feel some human touch again. Some human touch that you weren’t killing or that wasn’t trying to kill you.

He came out of the room first, freezing when his eyes met yours. And a moment of silence became present.

“What the fuck happened to you?” He spat. That was harsh, you thought to yourself. You knew you looked horrible, you were making a mess on the carpet and probably smelt like shit, but that wasn’t the way to greet your covered in blood friend after months of not seeing them.

You decided to ignore it, walking towards the bathroom this time. He followed you with his eyes, walking towards the bathroom.

“What happened to you?” He echoed the question, this time without cursing, you were a bit grateful for that.

You stepped inside the bathtub, without taking off your clothes, once you were inside you removed your shoes, leaving them inside of the bathtub. Opening the faucet of the shower head, letting the water fall against your skin and your clothes, you let your head down, watching the red watery droplets fall through the drain. Sliding through black curls that were bouncing back up once the dense blood was no longer invading the strands.

After a few minutes, the water started to come out rather clean, it was enough for you, you didn’t have the energy to take a proper shower just yet. The weight of your clothes became heavier, but you felt cleaner.

You stared right out of the bathroom, meeting with Tim’s eyes that still looked between confused and angry, but he always looked angry to be fair, you missed that angry face of his.

You walked right beside him and entered the room you remembered was yours, his as much as yours.

Clothes were all over the floor, Tim didn’t seem to know how to close drawers, the bed was undone, and half of the mattress was exposed. Exactly how you remembered. It felt warm in your heart.

You took a dirty shirt from the floor, removing your black tank top and putting the shirt instead, repeating the process with some pants you found on the floor.

You threw yourself to the bed, feeling your body sink comfortably in the mattress, closing your eyes, yet opening them right away.

You could only see blood. You could only hear screams.

“Can I have a cigarette?” You asked Tim, you haven’t heard him, but you knew he was near.

“Fuck you.” He spoke. You sat down, feeling your body even heavier than before, clearly not wanting to do any more effort and begging you to just lay back down.

“You disappeared for months. We thought you were dead.” He continued before you could even think of an answer “And you think you can just come back one day and simply ask for a cigarette? Fuck you!” You stared at him, not that mad yet, but slowly getting into it.

“He… Punished me for something, I don’t even know what. Can I get the cigarette?” You saw in his eyes how he was not satisfied by your answer but decided to give you the damn cigarette anyways. Bringing a hand to one of his pockets, giving you the cigarette then lighting it up for you once it was in your mouth. “Thank you…” You whispered.

“That’s not enough of an excuse, you could have told us something, you know? Instead of disappearing.” Taking a long drag out of the cigarette and then letting the smoke out, not even caring to open the only window in the room.

“I didn’t know I was going to be away for so long… Didn’t knew it was a punishment, didn’t knew that…” That they were children. “I thought I was going to be back in a matter of days…” And you weren’t lying. You remember that when you left you were in the middle of a job with your partners. They needed you, but you also needed to do what “he” desired. Didn’t wanted to worry them and just left, thinking that everything was going to go as normal as it could.

You felt like you were going to throw up and decided to stop talking and drag your cigarette once more.

“You’re unbelievable! I can’t believe you’re stupid enough to go to a mission without telling us. Specially if “he” told you specifically.” You were starting to get mad.

“You don’t have to call me stupid, asshole. I thought I was going to be fine, alright?” You stood up, wanting to face him.

“Something could have happened to you, you know?” He seemed to realize he was showing concern for you, feelings he didn’t wanted to show you. “Our work would have been delayed.” You knew what he was referring when he said work. Your usual killing, stalking duties. “Actually, it was. And then you just come back, not speaking to me, with a stupid look in your face and not even apologizing.”

Brian was the stalker, Toby did the killing, Tim was the leader in group jobs, you were the actress.

If they needed to get too close to the victim, if they needed a soft person to lie and deceive, a soft and caring woman that anyone could trust. You knew a little bit too well how to lie, and it would be a lie to say that you didn’t used such talent on them sometimes, that’s why Tim didn’t fully trusted you.

You knew they probably had trouble these months, having to come up with new strategies to find information when you could have just played the manic pixie girl role with the victim until they trusted you and confessed everything they knew.

“I’m not going to apologize, I already feel like shit, I don’t need the boss baby to come and lecture me.” You said, clearly mad but trying to play dumb, dragging your cigarette once more, each drag having been longer than the last one and it was already on half.

His face got red as he heard the deprecating nickname.

“You’re an asshole, you know? We care for you, everyone here was sad as fuck when you didn’t come back. Toby felt horrible when Brian explained to him that you might never do.”

“That’s… Not my problem.” It definitely was, and you felt like shit about it, but you didn’t want to show it.

“It pretty much is!”

“Why do you even care? I did... I’ve done a lot of horrible things! I’m an asshole.” You exploded, putting out your cigarette on a way overflowed ashtray. “I’ve killed people… I’ve betrayed so, so many people, you have no idea.” Your fingernails sunk in your scalp, hurting you slightly and deepening already deep previous injuries. “Then I come back, to the only place I can be in just a little bit of peace.” You started, once again. “But instead, I get… You, reminding me how much of an asshole I am.”

“You think you’re going to make me pity you with all that bullshit you just spat at me?” He said harshly, coming closer to you. “I don’t care about all of that! You can’t just leave us like that for so long!” He screamed at you. “That’s so fucking selfish coming from you.”

“Leave me alone! As far as I know, I can do whatever I want, If I want to leave and never come back, I can!” Y’all were pushing each other buttons, he hated to not be right and not hearing an apology coming from you, and you hated that he even wanted an apology to begin with.

“No, you can’t.” He said harshly, by that point you were face to face to each other.

“And why should I listen to you?”

“’Cause I fucking love you! That’s more than enough.”

“I don’t c-” You stopped your words. “You love me?” His furrowed eyebrows and harsh face fell. Quickly being replaced by an embarrassed expression.

“I… Uh…”

You’ve never felt such awkward silence. And at that point you’d rather go back to the woods.

“I-I… Lov-” You started, but quickly got interrupted.

“Shut up… Just, never leave us like that again.” One of his hands covered his eyes, still clearly flustered.

You saw how he turned around and left the room, closing the door behind him and leaving you alone.

#creepypasta x reader #oc x masky #masky marble hornets #tim marble hornets #oc creepypasta #original character #this is too edgy #slender proxy #creepypasta #slenderverse #accidental confession #makO's works

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artnevoa · 2 years

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I'll probably finish it later

#myart #sketch #doodle #comic #overwatch #junkrat #junkertown #jamsion fawkes #hanzo #hanzo shimada #mako rutledge #roadhog #self insert #junkrat x oc

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andreinaprince · 1 year

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The shrimp-puppy is called Ceviche! 🦐

I haven't had a pet for a couple of years, but I always think giving them food names would be hilarious

If a had a dog I'd name them Queso 🧀

A cat, maybe Almendra if it's a girl 🌰

And Dorito if it's a boy 🍕

(Queso would be Queso regardless of gender tho!)🧀

#magical #ina #love #romantic #romance #magical girl #villain #villain x hero #tiktok #puppy #puppylove #shrimp fried rice #shrimp #ocean aesthetic #meme #tiktok audio #mako shark #shark oc

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multilevelwriter-blog · 1 month

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MAKOS KEKOA X AMINTA ARGYROS COMIC

made by @ieatredditors

#my ocs #passion #using body to stop war #art #Makos (OC)#Aminta (OC)#enemies to lovers #War Criminal x Humanitarian

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crowentity233 · 11 months

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🔴⬆️⬆️⬆️The full playlist⬆️⬆️⬆️🔴

You can't convince me this song specifically wasn't made for him.

Original art by: Caro Oliveira

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mocho-v · 1 year

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ʷᵉᵇᵒⁿᵉˢ ᵗʳᵃⁿˢᵗᵒʳⁿᵃᵈᵒˢ ᵃ ˡᵒˢ ᵠᵘᵉ ˡˡᵃᵐᵃˢ 'ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡⁱᵃ'

La fAmiLia dEL aDriÁn pero s̸̰͗́̏̐̋̄̌͒c̴͖̟͐̽͋̋ŗ̴̤͓̞͖̝̞̒̀̇̀̽́̾̋͘ͅũ̶̻̈͜n̸̛̬̞͇̯̞͙̮̑̽̑̎̄̅̆̍k̷͉̝̈͆͝l̵̨̘͚̜̼̬̞̱̆̎̃̓́̈́͜y̷̨̘̟̫͉̘̩̲̮̽̀̈́̽̈́͜

Quería hacer un gif pero la calidad esta chafa

yippee

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gree-gon · 9 months

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incredibly self indulgent sharkfang cuddles

#i dont rlly like this art but. mrp #they are on my brain sry #going thru a rough time and they are a big comfort #mako in general as well #saphira is not a morning person #pokemon reborn #saphira belrose #oc: mako bluefin #sharkfang shipping #gon draws #oc x canon

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sullustangin · 1 year

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Fluffy February Day 21: Tender

Fandom: SWTOR

Time: Now, ish (really, any time after Nathema)

Words: 947

It had finally happened

Nobody thought this day would come.

Typically, if someone was going to come home limping from a mission, it was either Eva Corolastor or Theron Shan. Then the other would fuss about them for the following week.

Nobody really knew what to do when Lana Beniko came back to Odessen injured.

At 0237, Theron was out to meet the mission shuttle, datapad in hand and lights on his implants flickering all over the place. “What happened?” he demanded of Andronikos as the pilot exited the ship first. Rain was starting to pelt Odessen in the early hours of the morning.

“We had to make a run for it through a water processing plant. Lucky shot hit a major steam valve, got her right in the face.” Andronikos stalked around to the side of the shuttle to open up the passenger hatches.

Mako was seated next to Lana, the latter’s head bowed and obscured. Mako still managed to maintain a mist of kolto around the other woman’s head. “First degree burn, all over – I don’t know if it got her eyes.”

The glance behind Theron, to see if Akaavi nearby, was the only sign of Mako’s lingering nervousness when she was around Theron, formerly of SIS.

Theron stepped into the shuttle and crouched down. “You in there, Lana?”

A rather pathetic ‘mmhmm’ came in reply.

Theron went ahead and dared to put a hand on her shoulder. Lana never got hurt (or at least, nothing that a kolto patch and a bourbon wouldn’t fix), so this was like approaching a wounded animal – would it go docile with those it trusted? Or would it lash out?

Theron always did like risk. “We’re going to get you to med bay, then we’re going to figure out what happens next. You know, you recruited the best in the galaxy – toppled an Empire. Fixing you shouldn’t be too hard.”

A little shudder ran through Lana. The voice, muffled, came through what Theron knew to be swollen lips. “I… I’m fairly sure my eyes were open – I think –”

“You need to stop doing that. That’s medical’s job.”

Theron cast a look back toward the main base. No obvious movement from medical yet; Andronikos had landed the shuttle so fast that no question had been sent as to whether the patient was ambulatory.

“Well, time to repay you for that time you helped drag me off Nathema. Don’t look down.”

With ease, Theron picked Lana up, robes and all. He felt her arm come up around his shoulder and the side of her head lean hard into his shoulder, even as her hood covered her face. “You don’t do this for just anyone.”

Theron could only think of one other person. “No, I don’t.”

“It’s going to be tender for a week, Lana, so please don’t poke at yourself or try to ‘test’ your vision until then. Leave the wrap in place unless a medial profession adjusts it for you.” Elara efficiently rattled off the post-treatment care instructions, far too cheerily for 0600.

Lana didn’t have the fight in her to protest. Peripherally, she was aware that others were near her (the Force was always useful): Theron hadn’t left her during the whole process; Eva had fallen into step with them somewhere in the hallway between the hangar bay and the medical bay, demanding a sitrep and a status off Theron (which he rattled off perfunctorily); Andronikos was lurking outside with Mako, two members of her team; Koth was trying sweet-talk his way past reception…

“I think keeping you to a contained space would be most beneficial, Lana, so to quarters you go.”

“Uh, I think I’m gonna pull rank – I got a better idea than her quarters,” Eva said. “The Thief is a lot more compact than the main base. You got the galley and the medbay right there, there, plus I got a bunch of crew people with idle hands.”

Lana turned her head in Eva’s (presumed) direction. “You want me to convalesce on your ship?”

“Hallway is a circle so you’ll eventually find what you’re looking for, and Theron and I will be around when we’re off-duty.” Eva turned her head to speak to Elara; her voice was quieter, “That work?”

Lana walked between Eva and Theron, hearing the catwalk between the military hangar and Virtue’s Thief creak slightly in the blustery weather. They were walking her home. To their home.

They were her dearest friends, after all these years.

As awful as this was… the uncertainty, even though Elara had given her excellent odds… it felt profoundly comforting to know that if she didn’t come out of this as perfectly as she normally did, Lana had somewhere to go.

As they grew closer to the ship, Lana’s favorite rock in the river of the Force showed up. Well, a rock with a now lively layer of moss, Lana supposed; he couldn’t do much in the Force but he was undeniably alive in it now.

She heard the hatch door to the Thief bang open, and smells of breakfast wafted out; Bowdaar had apparently gotten right to work when he heard of Blondie’s disposition. “Hi, everybody! We have bacon!”

Guss Tuno, intergalactic Jedi of mystery – or just being mystified.

“Hey, Guss. Lana may not eat too much due to the drugs –”

“The bacon is medicinal –”

Lana envisioned Guss attempting to do a handwave at Theron, who was not going to put up with those shenanigans.

“Seriously?” he asked Eva.

“It worked last time Lana ended up in medbay because of me.”

“Last time?”

“We’re not talking about that,” Lana and Eva said in unison. Yavin 4 was a secret they’d both take to their graves.

A/N: LANA IS FINE. I promise no permanent harm comes to her at this time in my fic series.

@fluffyfebruary @ayresis @starlightcleric @ermingarden @bluephoenix1347

#fluffy february #swtor #lana beniko #theron shan #theron shan x smuggler #guss tuno #andronikos revel #mako #elara dorne #oc: eva corolastor

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