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katierosefun · 2 years

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omg i love atla's universe and i love beyond evil! can we have your list of the characters' hc as benders? pretty please💕 i love going through people's hc~

RIGHT anon, so i had to take a second to write this out bc OHOHOOO

so i headcanon'd joo won as a firebender, in part because of his attitude, but also how i feel like he just has that duality in him, what with fire being able to destroy something but also bring something to life, which is exactly how i see joo won and how he goes about his whole life. (also, a nod to iroh's whole speech on the elements: those of the fire nation have desire and will to achieve exactly what they want, which i think sums han joo won up nicely. sometimes that's a good thing, other times it's a bad thing, just depending on what the goal is.)

i see dong sik as a waterbender, in part because i love the fire/water duality, but also because something about how waterbenders always seem to prioritize community (think the water tribes, the swamp people). i think dong sik is someone who was always at the heart of his community, whether he necessarily wanted to be or not--but more than that, he also is someone who's had to adapt to so many of the changes in his life. there's something to be said about how he really had no choice when it came to adapting, but i see him as a waterbender just because of how he looks at a problem and works his way to getting what he wants, rather than crumbling apart. (needing to be fluid, needing to move with the tides of change, even if he hates it . . . very waterbender of him.)

i see jae yi and ji hoon as airbenders--jae yi, because she's someone who strives after freedom first and foremost. that's not to say that she's completely detached from her home, but we see that she looks outward, and she takes breaks when she needs to. she'll always find her way back home, but that desire to break herself free has always struck me as airbender of her. i kind of see ji hoon in the similar boat, just because of that one time he'd sounded so resentful about having to be stuck in manyang. like jae yi, i think he does crave a bit of freedom or movement outside of the town (which is made more interesting when we look at the script book, which notes that ji hoon had, at one point, actually been .. . . a part of a failed kpop group).

ji hwa strikes me as a an earthbender, just because something something about how she has that same attitude that's so reminiscent of lin beifong, ngl--but also, just the fact that ji hwa is just so no-nonsense. she definitely has her own secrets, but she still faces confrontation as head-on as she can: batting away lee chang jin, straight up asking han joo won if he has a problem with her, etc. all the signs of an earthbender.

the only character who i'm not totally sure of is probably park jeong je. he strikes me as an airbender in some ways (although that might just be because of his speech pattern, and how he too craves freedom), and also because i like the image of him holding a tiny tornado in his hand.

but as for other headcanons . . . god, i have this image in my head of dong sik bending the raindrops around him and joo won so that it doesn't hit their heads . . . . or joo won holding a little flame in a power outage, the flame only barely lighting dong sik and his own face (y'know, like that scene in the secret tunnel episode between katara and aang) . . . oh, and i can see ji hoon and jae yi racing each other on gliders in the skies, and ji hwa just stomping her foot to create a little earthquake if she's pissed.

#answered #anon #beyond evil #i . . .. really want to write an atla beyond evil crossover now

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angellknives · 2 years

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Love and Plundering

@ash-and-starlight created a STUNNING set of artwork of a pirate AU, which inspired me to write this little tidbit:

“I’m the world's best reconnoiter,” Sokka boasts.

Two hours later, he’s ensnared by the enemy.

To be fair, it’s deceivingly small. There’s not a flag in sight, only a dingy bit of fabric, scorched to tatters, that flaps from the mast. The crew is a scattered lineup of grubby men, like no soldier Sokka has ever seen. They lack the faceless, haunting masks, and the heavy armour. Instead, they look like they’ve all had a horrible mix up.

“Um,” Sokka says.

A man with severe sideburns and a permanent scowl looks down at him.

Sokka opens his mouth right as a bulky door flies open, revealing the stomping mass of a fuming teenager, his short, choppy hair bouncing with the force of his furious steps. He has a scar so prominent it’s the only thing Sokka can focus on as he marches over.

“Water Tribe,” he snaps, appearing ridiculously short next to the other man, “what’s your business?”

“What’s your business, Fire Nation?” Sokka retorts, wiggling in his shackles. They’re biting into his skin, but no one gathered around the deck looks friendly enough to oblige a request to have them loosened.

“We’re not affiliated with the Fire Nation,” he snaps.

His ears appear to be vaguely steaming.

“Wow,” Sokka says, “I forgot that earthbenders can firebend. Any other tricks up your sleeve? Airbending? Can you make monkeys talk?”

“NO,” the boy yells.

Behind him, a short, fat man floats over, angling a benign smile right at Sokka.

“Nephew, perhaps it would be more prudent to simply tell our lovely guest-“

“He is not a guest, he’s a prisoner!”

“I object to that,” Sokka butts in, and gets a swift glare from the boy.

“You can’t object to anything, peasant!”

Sokka opens his mouth, furious, but the old man gets there first.

“Would you like some tea?”

The boy rounds on him, golden eyes flashing.

“Uncle!”

“You’ve figured me out,” Sokka says dryly, “my special trick is drinking beverages with no hands.”

Surprisingly, the old man erupts into obnoxious guffaws.

He wipes an invisible tear from the corner of one eye, and places a hand on his seething nephew's shoulder.

“Zuko, I don’t think this boy is a threat-“

“Hey!”

“-and it may be in your best interests to release him.”

They descend into a one-sided argument that the old man simply stands and takes.

Sokka, immediately bored, casts an eye around the rest of the ship. Scruffy clothes, a mixture of browns and reds, even greens, that do little to compliment the irritable features that paint almost every crew member. Some are chewing on hardtack, thoughtfully watching the boy’s explosive tantrum, as if it’s an everyday occurance too common to accord any real attention to.

The realisation hits him belatedly.

“You guys are pirates!” Sokka blurts out, and the ship sinks into a sudden, cold silence.

Zuko twists on his rugged boots, and leans forward, bringing with him the smell of smoke and dirt. Up close, the scar is ridges of burnt skin, mottled beyond recognition.

“Yes,” Zuko says, his voice a raspy snarl, “so, do you have anything of value to offer, or should we throw you overboard?”

Sokka gulps.

He thinks vaguely of the fake gemstone he’d bought from a market vendor because of its sparkling prettiness, and nods very fast.

The ship is small, mangled and damaged. They’re eating hardtack, which his father once told him is prone to getting infested with weevils.

“Yep. I think it’ll, uh, really help your… situation.”

Zuko glares at him.

After a second, he nods to the man, possibly his second, and points a demanding finger towards the door he first appeared from.

“Take him to my quarters.”

~~~

There’s a girl in Zuko’s quarters.

She’s lounging on a mattress on the floor, throwing a knife that glints under the low light of the lanterns. When he’s pushed inside, she looks over immediately, and still catches the blade by its hilt.

Sokka turns around, because he'd rather be up on deck with the angriest boy in the world, than with an irate looking knife girl.

He’s shoved back again, and the door slams in his face.

“Is Zuko keeping pets now?” she asks boredly, when Sokka awkwardly spins to face her again. A regal looking hand pulls a much smaller knife from the depths of her robes. It slides between long fingers with delicate ease.

“I’m not a pet,” Sokka grumbles.

Momo is the pet, and they didn’t need anymore flying, food-stealing lemurs.

“Good, because he already has one, and it’s a pain in my ass.”

“What, a parrot?” Sokka snorts.

She sits up, and tosses her hair behind one shoulder, revealing an equally angry looking-

Sokka squints at it.

“Is that a lizard?”

It looks like a lizard. Red scales, beady little eyes that observe him hungrily, and a tail that flicks forward to curl around the girl's neck. On its back, two strange little nubs protrude like tree stumps.

“Something like that,” she says boredly.

Sokka inches quietly away from it.

“I’m Mai, and this is Druk.”

Druk watches his every movement from the curtain of black hair, pausing only to accept gentle strokes from one of Mai’s fingers. After a second, it’s scales fluff, and it purrs, a rough, grating sound similar to nails dragging on metal.

“Tui and La,” Sokka flinches, “Zuko and Druk sound perfect for each other.”

The corner of Mai’s mouth twinges, barely.

She stands abruptly, and stalks over to him.

“Turn around,” Mai instructs, apathetically.

“Um,” Sokka says, eyeing the glint of her blade nervously, “why?”

She sighs.

“Because I’m going to remove your bindings.”

“Why?”

Mai grabs his shoulder, and twists him around.

“Because I think it will annoy Zuko.”

“Oh,” Sokka says, relaxing marginally, “do you do that often?”

“It’s entertaining. He’s a crank.”

Sokka decides it was in his own best interest to keep his mouth shut, and not tell her that she also seems like a bit of a crank.

“There,” Mai says, after a second of fiddling.

The relief on his joints is immediate, and he stretches out his shoulders, relishing the loud crack that follows.

“Ugh, that’s better,” he mutters.

“Good,” Mai says, and plucks Druk from her neck.

She drops him on his head with one hand, and swings the door open with the other.

“Stay here and look after Druk. I need to talk to Zuko.”

The door shuts after her with a resounding bang.

Druk’s claws twist painfully into his scalp, like little thorns from a rose bush. A second of coaxing does nothing to move him, so Sokka, irritable and impatient, grabs the lizard by the tail and lifts.

They end up eye to eye, gazing at each other warily.

“Great,” Sokka sighs, “any chance you know the way off this thing? Or the closest landmass?”

Druk hunkers down onto his haunches, and burps out a spark of flame.

#pirate au my beloved #Mai #Zuko #zukka #CAN NOT EXPRESS HOW MUCH I LOVE U ASH FOR BLESSING US WITH PIRATE GAYS #my writing #love and plundering

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littlemisspascal · 3 years

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Pedro Pascal Characters as Element Benders

This has probably been done before, but I watched an episode of ATLA earlier and thought wow, I wonder what Pedro’s characters would be and thus this was written in about 15 minutes. It’s probably not very good cuz it’s so rushed, but read on if you want to see my headcanons for the boys.

Also if anyone out there wants to come up with their own versions, I’d love to see what you imagine ❤

Javier - firebender, definitely. I mean, the guy smokes more than any other character I’ve seen on tv and I love the mental image of him lighting a cigarette using his own hands. His anger, too, at the corruption of the government I imagine as a fire constantly burning away inside of him, making his skin warm to the touch and his snappy retorts scorch the ears of anyone who gets on his bad side.

Max -- waterbender only because he’d totally master bloodbending through it. He’s a vampire so of course blood has to factor in somewhere. His bending skills in combination with his hypnotism ability means he’d essentially be the most dangerous predator in the whole office building, inflating his arrogance beyond measure in the process.

Whiskey - waterbender because if Katara can use a water whip then Whiskey would definitely make use of one too. Enemies would think he carries a flask full of alcohol, but it’s really full of H2O ready to unleash upon them as a powerful wave.

Pero - I really feel like he’d be an earthbender. I just picture him grumpily stomping the ground whenever William pisses him off (which is often) and sending a wall of rock directly at the Irish man’s face. Or if he gets really stubborn then he’ll just build himself a little rock fortress to block out the rest of the world and give him a minute of solace so he can pretend aliens don’t exist.

Oberyn - firebender, no questions asked. I mean, I don’t know much about GOT but I know Oberyn constantly wears a yellow robe with suns on it, plus I’ve seen a lot of interviews where Pedro talks about the prince’s passionate personality makes him impulsive. All those characteristics to me scream firebender and wouldn’t it have been awesome if during his final fight he actually breathed fire?!

Marcus P - this sweetheart is totally an airbender. He just seems like such a tenderhearted man and wants to help anyone in need whether that be sending them a cool breeze in the middle of a hot summer day or helping get a child’s kite down from a tree with one well-aimed current. Aesthetically I imagine his hair always looking fluffy and windblown, making his lover want to run their hands through his hair all hours of the day and he’d love every second of it.

Maxwell - earthbender. It’s canon he has a passion for gemology and an interest in oil and I mean, he literally becomes the dreamstone (sorry, spoilers) so in my mind it stands to reason he’d be a pretty good earthbender. Another spoiler (sorry) from the movie is that scene where the giant wall rises out of nowhere and blocks off the city? Imagine Maxwell doing it because that rich oil man pissed him off with his condescending personality. Everyone would know to never make a joke out of Maxwell Lord ever again.

Marcus M - airbender. I mean, the movie doesn’t really show what Marcus’ powers are precisely other than apparently he’s got a pair of katanas, so I think it’d be cool if instead of just having a really strong bond with a pair of weapons, he bends air to send them flying into his hands. Also that scene where he leaps at the alien and gets captured? It was a super high jump so I could totally see him using his airbending to help give him a boost. (I got nothing in this headcanon to explain why he uses the little droid to fly around though, so let’s just pretend that doesn’t exist).

Ezra - of course he’s an earthbender. Just like Maxwell, it’s canon this guy has a passion for digging stuff out of the ground and becoming rich off of it. I imagine it’d be a little hard for him to relearn how to bend with only one arm after the events of the movie, but maybe he could use his feet like Toph does and master a form of bending unlike any other seen before. He would also use his massive vocabulary and honey-sweet tongue to confuse/charm competing prospectors right before he makes the ground disappear beneath them.

Din - I thought long and hard about this one and I kept coming back to earthbending only because the Mandalorians would teach him to learn metalbending through it. He would use it to get dents out of his armor as well as fix his beloved Razor Crest, but without a doubt the most important thing he’d use his bending for would be to play catch with Grogu and the little metal ball. The cuteness would kill all of us.

Frankie - I see him as an airbender. He’s a pilot at heart, loves to soar above the earth through the clouds. When he was a kid, he definitely had one of those gliders like Aang does in the show and showed off to Santi just how high he could fly (I totally believe him and Santi were childhood friends, you can’t change my mind). There is nothing he loves more than the breeze ruffling his hair and occasionally using his airbending against the boys when they’re misbehaving by sending their hats flying off their heads.

Dave - this murder-loving suburban dad is a firebender. He’s the type to burn at a low simmer, deceiving those around him by thinking he’s calm and collected, but he’ll burn you to ash the second you tick him off or get in the way of his plans. It also would explain why he lost so badly at the end of the movie because the torrential rain would weaken even the strongest of firebenders.

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queenmagnusao3 · 3 years

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Lin had been in a bad mood all week.

Kya was leaving in a few days for the South Pole and she’d be gone for a whole month. She wasn’t upset with Kya, they had discussed the expectations of their relationship at length and Lin had said she was okay with the reality that Kya was going to have to be away for various periods of time.

But it didn’t mean she had to like it.

She was always in a foul mood right before Kya left… and while she was gone. She tried not to bring it to work with her but it was hard not to. She’d chew out some poor, unsuspecting subordinate before holing herself up in her office. She saw the knowing looks that passed between the select few who were a part of her inner circle.

It had been Mako who had made the connection between her bad moods and Kya’s trips away from the city. He had mentioned it to Saikhan who had grown a pair and said something to Lin directly. He had left her office pretty quickly, nobody speaking of it again.

But they knew. And she was honestly glad they knew.

Any friendly chatter in the bullpen died as she walked through the desks to her office, closing the door behind her without a word. She was halfway to her desk when her phone rang and she cursed loudly, crossing to the desk and yanking the phone up to her ear.

“What?!”

“Well that’s not a very friendly greeting.”

Lin relaxed a bit at the sound of Kya’s voice.

“I’m sorry. What is it?”

“I know how upset you are that I’m leaving for so long-“

“I’m not upset. I want you to go.”

Lin winced. That didn’t come out the way she meant it.

“Just let me finish Lin. Tenzin and Pema have some event tonight and they asked if I would keep an eye on the kids. And I was wondering if you would join me.”

“Kya, I”

“This will be one of our last nights together for a while. I know it’s not ideal but I just really want to spend as much time with you as possible.”

Oh, she was good. Most people had the wrong idea of Kya. She had somehow managed to give herself the image of being some wise and innocent master healer. But Lin knew better. Kya was much more complicated than that. And she had a rap sheet that put Su’s to shame. It wasn’t anything serious, mostly protests or defacing of property but Lin would wager most people didn’t know that about the master waterbender.

“That’s a low blow, Master Kya.”

“I know, but it’s true. And I know the kids would love to see you. Please, Lin.”

She didn’t know when she had gone so soft but before she could comprehend how it happened, she found herself agreeing to babysit Tenzin’s kids and was actively helping Kya put the four of them to bed.

Lin slipped out of Rohan and Meelo’s room as Kya quietly followed behind her, closing the door with a soft click.

“What-“

Kya silenced her by covering her mouth with a warm hand, bringing her index finger to her own mouth in a shushing motion. She walked past Lin towards the main living area, waving for her to follow. Once they were in the kitchen Kya spent just a moment listening.

“I think we’re safe.”

“What do you mean?”

“You always need to give it a few minutes of quiet before trusting the kids are actually asleep. If they hear anything that might indicate they’re missing out on something it’s all over and we’d have to start the nighttime routine all over again.”

Lin perched on the edge of one of the counters as Kya started clearing away dirty dishes. She watched as the waterbender made small movements with her hands, the water literally bending to her will as she made quick work of cleaning off the various bits of food stuck on them. Lin mused to herself that she wouldn’t mind cleaning so much if she could make the water do most of the work for her.

“I didn’t know you were so good with kids.”

Kya laughed and Lin felt her heartrate increase at how beautiful she looked when she smiled. She looked to Lin over a shoulder.

“Lin, I’m the oldest of three siblings. Spirits, I’m the oldest of all of you. Well, except Zumi. But she doesn’t count because she didn’t live in the city growing up. Listening to you all crying and whining all the time, being a full time, unpaid babysitter… best birth control there is. Well that and being a lesbian.”

A decent stack of clean dishes was piling up and Lin hopped down from the counter, grabbing a towel and getting to work drying them.

“You’re not so bad with kids yourself, you know.”

“Yes well, I practically raised Su when my mother wasn’t home. Which was pretty much all the time.”

Lin focused intently on the plate she was drying but she could feel Kya watching her. She was working on working through her childhood traumas but it was still a sore subject. And Lin really didn’t want to talk about it right now. She hoped Kya would pick up on that and steer the conversation away from Lin’s complicated upbringing. With a rare stroke of luck the phone rang, Kya flicking her hands quickly so the water returned to the sink before bolting for the phone.

“Hello. Yes, this is Kya. Right now? I’m kind of busy at the moment. Yes, I understand. No, it’s okay. Just give me a little time. Yes. Thank you.”

Kya hung up the receiver and turned slowly to Lin with a look Lin did not like at all.

“Kya…”

“Lin, I’m sorry but I have to go. One of my mother’s old students is very ill and asked for her personally. Obviously mom isn’t coming to the city right now so I’m the next best thing.”

“Kya, you can’t leave me alone with the kids.”

“They’re asleep. It’ll be fine.”

“And if they wake up?”

“Lin, I’m sorry but I have to go. If they wake up you’ll have to figure something out. Just think of what your mother used to do if you or Su got up after being put to bed.”

Lin snorted. Her and Su wouldn’t even make it to their bedroom door before Toph would bend a piece of earth in their path that would not so gently push them back towards the bed until they got the picture and accepted defeat. Once Lin had gotten a handle on earthbending it had become more of a game. For both her and Su. Trying to see who could get the closest to outsmarting their mother. The only time Lin had gotten the upper hand before the age of 12 was when Tenzin had helped her “float” above the floor with his airbending so Toph couldn’t sense her. It was one of the few times her mother had actually said she was proud of Lin, at least out loud.

Kya walked to Lin and took her hands, planting a gentle kissing on her cheek.

“I promise you’ll be fine.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t guarantee.”

Kya rolled her eyes, moving to the door to slip on her shoes. Lin helped her with her bag and crossed her arms as Kya opened the door to leave.

“I’ll be back before the sun rises.”

“Be careful.”

“Always am, chief.”

She gave her a lazy salute and Lin rolled her eyes, watching her descend the stairs. Once she was out of visual sight Lin stomped her foot to the ground and used her seismic sense to follow Kya until she was completely out of range.

Lin let out a long sigh making to close the door. She froze as bright light flashed across the sky followed a few seconds later by a low rumble off in the distance. Her mouth got dry as she closed the door with a quiet click. Of course there would be a thunderstorm while she was on Air Temple Island alone.

She felt her chest tighten and tried to control her breathing, willing her thoughts to stop spiraling. But she couldn’t stop the memories that hit her. A darkening sky. The sound of rain as it pinged against her scorched armor. A masked face. A cold thumb pressed against her forehead…

Another loud boom of thunder sounded, close enough to make the house shudder and Lin jumped, closing her eyes tight. She felt something then. Light, barely there, footsteps running down the hall towards her.

Lin wiped her eyes quickly, just in time to relax her face as Rohan came running into the room. His heartbeat was pounding and his eyes wide with fear. At least she wasn’t the only one who didn’t care for the storm.

She softened her face into a smile and walked to him, holding her arms out. He didn’t hesitate at all before running to her and she picked him up easily, his tiny legs wrapping around her waist.

“It’s all right. It’s just a storm. I’ve got you.”

He buried his face in her chest and Lin smiled. She didn’t know why she had been so worried. She could handle this.

“Let’s get you back into bed.”

“No!”

“I’ll sit with you until the storm is gone, okay?”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“Okay.”

Lin carried him quietly down the hall to the room he shared with Meelo.

“Now we have to be quiet so we don’t wake up your brother, okay?”

Rohan lifted his head from her chest and nodded quickly. She pushed open the door and moved to the small bed in the farthest corner of the room. She glanced over at Meelo who was completely covered by his blankets but thankfully still sleeping. Lin sat on the edge of Rohan’s bed and he jumped from her arms, immediately pulling his own blanket over his head. Just as she started to coax him into laying down lightning flashed again and Lin closed her eyes in anticipation of what was to come.

The storm must be right over them now because the next boom of thunder shook the house so badly that the windows rattled. Lin heard a shrill scream from one of the rooms down the hall and she watched as Meelo shot 4 feet into the air on a gust of wind, startling awake.

Perfect.

Lin carefully uncovered Rohan, the young airbender not waiting for an invitation before jumping back into Lin’s arms. They stood and turned to where Meelo now sat with his eyes wide and staring.

“Come on, Meelo. You can ride on my back.”

Lin suspected that Meelo wasn’t actually all that frightened of the storm but wasn’t going to waste the opportunity to take full advantage of Lin’s offer. He jumped on her back and she felt it in her knees. When did the kid get so heavy? He got into a more comfortable position and Lin lead them all into the and down the hall towards Ikki’s room.

“Ikki?”

A small head popped out from under her blankets. Lin walked to the edge of the bed and started to sit, Meelo jumping from her back and perching on the corner of his sister’s bed while Rohan curled up against her chest. The rain was coming down hard now and the thunder and lightning was going off at regular intervals.

Rohan was still holding tightly to Lin and as she looked at Ikki’s nervous face she knew there was only one thing to do.

“Ikki, move over so I can lay down next to you.”

The young girl’s face lit up in apparent surprise but she moved over without a word. Lin pried Rohan from her arms and laid him on the bed next to Ikki before shuffling herself into the position next to him.

“Can, can you be in the middle? Just so I know you’re really here.”

Lin refrained from letting out a sigh before she shifted Rohan to her other side, inching herself closer to Ikki. She immediately nestled into Lin’s side and she could feel her heartbeat slow. Meelo was already asleep sitting up against the wall and Lin was hopeful she would be able to sneak away before long.

Of course, the universe had other plans as the loudest crack of thunder yet rang out across the sky. Even Lin herself jumped at the sound and Ikki let out another shriek. Meelo seemed a bit more concerned now as he moved closer to Lin, taking up the spot between the wall and Ikki.

“Are you guys okay?”

Lin started as she looked up to see Jinora standing in the doorway. That girl really was twinkletoes the third, she hadn’t even heard her approach.

“Everything is fine. It appears not everyone is a fan of the storm.”

“Oh, okay. I’m glad everyone is okay.”

Lin raised an eyebrow as Jinora still lingered in the doorway.

“Maybe you can come join us and help me keep an eye on these three?”

The teenager’s face relaxed as she climbed up to join them, curling up at the foot of the bed with her head against Lin’s legs. There was another flash of lightning and Lin decided she had had enough. Before the thunder could disturb them she wriggled her right hand free from under Ikki and made a quick, violent movement with her hand. Thick slabs of earth shot up from the floor to the ceiling, soundproofing their little room against the raging storm outside. She had left a small opening by the doorway so she could make her escape once they were asleep again.

It didn’t take long for the four tiny heartbeats to slow to a resting pace but it was then that Lin realized she was in the unfortunate situation of not being able to move without risking waking everyone up again. She took in a deep breath and weighed her options. She could move in one quick motion and hope for the best. But she was already so tired and didn’t want to deal with any more bedtime routines. She supposed she could just close her eyes for a bit, at least until the storm had passed. She shifted slightly, getting as comfortable as she could with the gaggle of airbenders she was surrounded by. She’d just close her eyes for a few minutes…

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It had taken Kya longer than she expected to return to the island, the thunderstorm making it impossible for the ferry to make the trip across the bay. She hoped Lin was doing okay, last she knew Tenzin’s kids weren’t overly fond of storms.

What Kya didn’t expect was to find Lin completely passed out in a bed with her nieces and nephews draped all over her. Rohan had his head on Lin’s chest, her arm wrapped around him protectively as an impressive drool stain spread across Lin’s shirt. Ikki and Meelo were back to back on Lin’s other side, Ikki hugging Lin’s arm close to her as she rested her head on Lin’s shoulder. Jinora was curled on her side at the foot of the bed, her head resting in between Lin’s sprawled legs.

Lin’s face was more relaxed than Kya had seen it in a long while. Even in sleep, her partner was full of tension but right now she looked peaceful. Kya smiled as she backed out of the room, avoiding the large stone slabs Lin must have used to shelter the room from the loud sounds of the storm.

The house was quiet and Kya dragged herself to Tenzin and Pema’s empty bed, determined to get a little bit of sleep before the sun began to rise. She smiled again as the image of Lin and the kids snuggled together flashed in her mind. She laid her head down, sleep overtaking her as soon as her eyes had closed.

#legend of korra #kyalin #lin beifong #fanfic

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thebakingqueen5 · 3 years

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KW 2021: Missing Scenes

Day 3 for Kataang Week 2021 hosted by @kataang-week with the prompt Missing Scenes!

This was arguably the most obvious way to go about this prompt but I wanted to write it anyways because if there’s one missing scene that should’ve been included in the series, it’s something to bridge the gap between EIP and Sozin’s Comet.

Links: AO3 | FF.net

Summary: Another year, another summer, another week of prompts celebrating our favorite couple. Kataang Week 2021 Day 3: Missing Scenes. Bridging the gap between the Ember Island Players and Sozin’s Comet Series Finale.

Word Count: 2.8K

It was another cool night on Ember Island. The moon was beginning to rise and was lighting up the corridors and central courtyard while the Gaang got some food to replenish themselves after a long day of training and preparations.

Sozin’s Comet was a mere few days away, and tensions were higher than ever. Earlier that day, the true plans of the Firelord had been revealed: that he was planning to use the comet to wipe out the Earth Kingdom entirely, which meant that Aang had to face him on the doomsday itself at the latest. It was a challenge he felt none too prepared for.

He thought that he was going to get more time to master his earth and firebending, but with this newest revelation, it was pretty clear this was not the case, and the stress was beginning to get to the young airbender.

The practice battle against Toph posing as the Melonlord had Aang’s stomach tied in knots. Before today, the final fight seemed so distant, almost inconceivable, something that he would only have to do when he was absolutely ready for it. But now? It was coming, and it was coming fast, and Aang had no idea how to handle it.

The boy hadn’t really thought about what he would do when he finally faced Ozai. He assumed that by the time he mastered all four elements, the solution would be obvious, but it wasn’t. Everyone else seemed convinced that killing him was the only option, but that went against everything Aang had been taught by the monks. It didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel like him. How was he supposed to do something so drastic when he didn’t even believe in it? There had to be another way, something he was missing, there just had to be!

“I have a surprise for everyone!” Katara called as she walked into the clearing, immediately snapping Aang out of his intense thoughts. He briefly glanced up from the plate of food in front of him as everyone’s eyes turned to the crimson-clad waterbender, a rolled up tan scroll in her hands.

“I knew it!” Toph exclaimed. She grinned devilishly as she looked up from her wooden bowl of rice. “You did have a secret thing with Haru!”

Sokka, Suki, Zuko, and Katara all blinked at her in confusion and gave the blind earthbender a bewildered look, unsure of where her supposed epiphany came from.

“Uh…” the waterbender responded slowly as the others returned to their meals. “No. I was looking for cooking pots in the attic and I found this.”

She unfurled the parchment in her hands, making a slight swish noise.

“Look at baby Zuko,” she cooed. “Isn’t he cute?”

The paper in her hands was in fact a painting showing a happy, bright-eyed cherub of a baby laughing as he played on the beach. He looked to be quite young, having only a tiny topknot on his head and a mere two teeth in his small mouth while a tiny shovel and sandcastle lay on the ground next to him.

Everyone except for Zuko laughed and “aww”d at the adorable picture while the firebender stared at the others gravely.

“Oh, lighten up,” Katara admonished when she noticed his lack of response. “I’m just teasing.”

“That’s not me,” the firebender said, opening his eyes to look at her. “It’s my father.”

The Gaang looked on in shock as Katara rolled the scroll back up. They were all wondering the same thing- how could such a precious baby have become the most cruel man on the planet?

“But he looks so sweet and innocent,” Suki frowned, her voice faltering.

“Well, that sweet little kid grew up to be a monster,” Zuko spat. “And the worst father in the history of fathers.”

“But he’s still a human being.”

Everyone turned to look at the source of the voice. Aang’s back was hunched over his tray of rice and beans a few feet away from them, and a deep frown rested on his normally cheery features.

“You’re going to defend him?” Zuko questioned.

“No,” Aang clarified. “I agree with you.”

“Firelord Ozai is a horrible person, and the world would probably be better off without him,” he said as he stood up and turned around to face them, “but there’s gotta be another way.”

“Like what?” Zuko deadpanned.

“I don’t know,” Aang shrugged. He turned his gaze down and away from the others, eyebrows tilted upwards in concentration, when an idea came to him.

“Maybe we can make some big pots of glue, and then I can use gluebending to stick his arms and legs together so he can’t bend anymore!” he said excitedly.

Zuko smiled sarcastically. “Yeah, then you can show him his baby pictures, and all those happy memories will make him good again.”

“Do you really think that would work?” Aang asked eagerly, oblivious to Sokka and Suki snickering behind the firebender.

“No!”

Aang sighed heavily and hung his head in defeat. He needed to find another solution, think out of the box somehow. He stared at the ground for a few moments in exasperation before hopping down the stone steps to pace under a hanging orange lamp in the courtyard.

“This goes against everything I learned from the monks,” he said, walking back and forth. “I can’t just go around wiping out people I don’t like!”

“Sure you can!” Sokka interjected from the sidelines. “You’re the Avatar! If it’s in the name of keeping balance I’m pretty sure the universe will forgive you.”

Aang’s arms and slumped upper body shook violently with rage.

“This isn’t a joke, Sokka!” he shouted. “None of you understand the position I’m in!”

How could they, after all? They hadn’t been at the Air Temples a century ago. They hadn’t been raised by the Nomads to be peaceful and treat every life as sacred. He was the last of his people, and somehow none of them could see that. To them it was the simplest decision in the world- just get it over with and save the world, but it wasn’t to Aang. It wasn’t as cut and dry as that.

“Aang, we do understand,” the waterbender frowned. “It’s just-”

“Just what, Katara? What?”

“We’re trying to help!” she said angrily, her temper also rising.

“Then, when you figure out a way for me to beat the Fire Lord without taking his life, I'd love to hear it!”

Aang raised his arms in frustration with the last few words and stormed off in the direction of his room, feet stomping loudly against the stone floor.

“Aang, don’t walk away from this,” Katara began as she made a movement to follow him.

Zuko put a hand on her shoulder, and the waterbender faltered, turning towards him.

“Let him go,” he said quietly. “He needs time to sort it out by himself.”

The waterbender huffed in indignation and began walking towards her own room.

“I’m going to turn in early tonight,” she muttered, arms wrapped around her torso. “Good night, guys.”

“Good night,” the rest of them mumbled back, all but Zuko turning their attention back to dinner. The firebender scrutinized her receding figure as Katara turned the corner and went down the left hall to her room. He knew she was likely going to talk with him anyways that night, but the least he could do was make sure she gave the airbender enough space to cool down.

After a few minutes of glaring at the corridor, Zuko turned back to the ragtag team of misfits and their lively voices. Though he had been traveling with Team Avatar for some time now, the way they managed to turn the subject of conversation to the Earth King’s bear Bosco in such a short amount of time would forever be a mystery to him, but nevertheless he listened attentively and heard from them all the latest exploits of what went on beyond Fire Nation borders.

Meanwhile, true to her word, Katara went back to her room and attempted to sleep, but it was an effort in vain. The last few days had been weighing heavily on her- she and Aang had never experienced such a tumultuous period in their friendship before, and between the kiss during the play and the past ten minutes, it was safe to say there was some tension.

She closed her eyes and groaned, tossing and turning to try and find a comfortable position to no avail. She just couldn’t take her mind off it. Katara stared at the ceiling and let out a short huff before sitting back up with a new fire in her eyes. She wasn’t going to sit around, no, she was going to face her problems head on like a rock!

“Toph would be so proud,” Katara chuckled as she wrapped her kimono on over her bindings.

With as much stealth as she could muster, Katara carefully opened the door from her room and crept down the hallway until she was facing the entrance to Aang’s.

She stared at the block of wood intently. It almost seemed like a cruel metaphor- the barrier between her and Aang not only physically, but emotionally as well.

Nevertheless, Katara was here to get things done.

The waterbender didn’t want to knock and alert everyone else of what she was doing, but she also didn’t want to show up unannounced and startle Aang. After a few minutes of careful consideration, Katara concluded that the latter was the lesser of the two evils, and she slowly pushed the handle and entered his room.

In the very back, she saw Aang’s silhouette in the partially open paper divider splitting the balcony from the main room. Katara walked closer to him, and she sat down silently at the opening of the divider when she saw him in deep concentration. He had been meditating with four small candles, some water, and some rice buns on a wooden board in front of him. The dim light of the candles highlighted Aang’s tense features, contorted in frustration.

“I know you’re there, Katara,” the airbender said after a few moments, apparently not as concentrated as she thought. “I could hear your footsteps from a mile away.”

The girl blushed furiously in embarrassment and promptly decided the floor was the most fascinating thing she had ever seen.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Katara apologized. “I just wanted to talk but I get if you’re busy-”

Aang sighed and bowed his head in reverence to the spirits before opening his eyes and turning to look at her with a kind expression.

“It’s alright. Meditating wasn’t really getting me anywhere anyways,” he said sheepishly. “What did you want to talk about?”

Katara twisted a lock of hair around her finger and scooted closer to him.

“I’m not here to lecture you or anything. I’m not here to tell you what you should or shouldn’t do because ultimately it’s up to you and only you. You’re under a lot of stress right now, and I get that. I just don’t want, well, us,” she gestured between them, “to be a part of that stress.”

The airbender laughed nervously and looked at the trees around them to avoid her gaze. He subtly wiped his growingly sweaty hands on his cotton shirt, praying to all the spirits that she wasn’t talking about what he thought she was talking about.

“W-w-what do you mean? You, me, we’re f-friends! Good friends! Th-that’s all there is to it, right?”

“I’m talking about last night at the play,” Katara responded quietly, fingers fidgeting around in her lap. “We should talk about it.”

“Thanks a lot, spirits,” Aang groaned internally. He sighed and tucked his knees into his body.

“I think we both made it pretty clear that we want different things, Katara. It’s alright, really,” he said with a sad smile. “I made a mistake kissing you, especially after you already said you were confused, and I’m sorry. You don’t have to worry about me- I’ll get over it. I just don’t want to lose your friendship. I’d rather we just pretend like it never happened.”

The regret in his eyes was as clear as a full moon against the backdrop of a cloudless night sky, and it killed Katara from within to see it.

“We both said a lot of things that night, Aang,” she frowned. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot the last day, and I didn’t explain myself very well.”

Aang looked at her hesitantly, silently pleading with her to continue. The waterbender tried her hardest not to grin when she saw his unintentional yet extremely endearing puppy dog eyes and instead threw her head back to look at the stars above them.

“I don’t want to lose your friendship either, Aang,” Katara murmured, gazing up at the sky. “You’re the first person I’ve known from outside my tribe, the first other bender I’ve met- you showed me the world. You were my first real friend, and... also my first kiss, first three actually.”

Heat rushed up to their cheeks while Aang became very invested in the wooden flooring, eyes fully concentrated on the patterns of the boards .

“...but more than that,” Katara continued, “you’re the first person I’ve cared for this much, and my brain, my heart, really, doesn’t quite know how to feel about that.”

She tilted her head to the side to look at the boy next to her, who was now also staring at her with newfound hope.

“So yeah,” she exhaled loudly, “I’m confused. But I don’t want to pretend like none of that night ever happened, because if I’m being honest, a part of me wanted all of the… all of our kisses to happen.”

The two sat in silence for a few moments while Aang tried to process her words and formulate his own response.

“So…” Aang trailed off. “Does that mean this, us, still has a chance?”

Katara looked at their intertwined hands and gave him a sad smile.

“Maybe, but that’s just it, Aang. We can’t, not right now.”

The airbender’s cautious smile immediately dropped and was replaced by a frown as he broke eye contact.

“We’re in a war,” she murmured apologetically. “No one, especially not us, can afford to do anything differently. In three days, you’re going to be facing the Firelord, which means in three days, one way or another, this war will be over, and sacrifices will probably be made.”

“Katara, you’re not saying-”

She shook her head. “I’m not saying that, but war means making hard decisions, and in that moment, with that decision, we can’t let emotions cloud our judgement. No matter what sacrifices might be made, we have to end this before it’s too late.”

“I’ll make sure it doesn’t come to that,” Aang said firmly. “I don’t care what it takes.”

Katara smiled at him and leaned in to gently press a kiss to his cheek.

“I know you won’t. I also know that whatever happens with the Firelord, you’ll do the right thing. Not because you’re the Avatar and you have to, but because you’re Aang. Because you’re my Aang, and my Aang always does the right thing.”

The airbender let out a breath of relief, heart practically glowing at her faith in him, and enveloped her in an embrace.

“Thank you, Katara. For everything. For being here for me the last few months, for getting me out of that iceberg, for coming here tonight telling me what I really needed to hear. It means a lot.”

Katara happily returned the hug and squeezed him tight. “Of course, Aang.”

She furrowed her eyebrows when she noticed the circles under his eyes as they broke apart.

“It’s getting late,” Katara whispered, her fingertips lightly tracing his cheeks.

“I’ll leave you to all this-” she gestured to the candles and food, staring quizzically at the contents of the board. “-Avatar business and whatnot. I wish you the best of luck.”

“Thanks, I’ll try my best,” Aang laughed softly as the girl stood up and began walking back to her room. “Good night, Katara. Sweet dreams.”

“I know you will, Aang. Good night and don’t stay up too late- you’ll need your rest.”

The waterbender quietly exited and Aang released a heavy sigh as the door closed with a soft thud.

The airbender turned back to his spread, closed his eyes once more, and resumed his meditation, hoping that somehow, by some miracle, there was another way waiting for him.

“I sure hope you’re right, Katara. I’ll need that luck.”

#kataang #kataang week 2021 #kataang week #kataangtag #aang x katara #ember island #wrote this way later than I should've

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su-univeralai · 3 years

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GOOODDDD MORRNNNNIINNNGGGGG SUU 💛

I am here for your essay. Or yknow, just any dunebaby facts that you can spare.

*heavy breathing* oh no, she's come for my OCs exactly like she said she would.

lolol Ok, I've got bios on 9 out of 10 of my kids so far, but I wrote a quick blurb about them so hopefully you can't figure out who I didn't start until now lol. The older 4 (which 3/4 are legit characters in LOK, but tweaked to my liking) are grown-ass adults while the other 6 are probably between 14-21. So, our beloved Taang parents have been popping kids out from when they were 18 or 19 to 39 or 40 years old.

At some point I'll make a family tree for you, since most of the older dunebabies have their own families and that can be confusing. Some have more information than others, but more will be added on each of them as time goes on. I just haven't figured them out yet.

Also, gonna put a cut here, because it's a long post and I know not everyone wants to see my OCs lol.

Ok Onto the Dunebabies from oldest to youngest:

Gyatso (M) Airbender, 35: Named after Aang’s father figure, Gyatso is Toph and Aang’s first born and first of several airbending children. He has a knack for the art and excelled quickly with mastering it, narrowly falling short of beating Aang’s record of mastering airbending at 13. As he got older and his parents continued having children, he became like a father figure to the younger ones. That’s the best part about having tons of kids, right? At some point the older ones raise the younger ones and the parents can just have fun. Once Tiao Wu turned 13, Gyatso and his own wife, boyfriend, and kids moved away from home and resided in the Western Air Temple with some Air Acolytes.

Lin (F) Earthbender, 32: Lin is a straight arrow, always following the rules. Sometimes Toph’s jokes that her first born daughter is actually Katara’s because wasn’t as goofy as Gyatso and Tenzin. As kids, Lin and Tenzin butted heads like no other. They may have had a year or two when they got along, but that was when Lin was training to be a police officer and Tenzin was always out because he was dating Pema. They constantly bicker at family gatherings, but make a mean team when they spar against the other next gen kids. Their twin telepathy (yes, they are twins in my universe) comes into play and they are undefeatable. That is until the triplets becomes masters in their own right. While Lin is a talented earthbender and metalbender, she struggled with picking it up (perhaps because of Toph’s hardcore teaching style). She responded to a “more gentle approach” as Katara would say, and Aang helped her learn the basics until she was ready to take on Toph’s more intense lessons. Lin is definitely closer with Aang than she is with Toph, but goes to mom if something needs to be done quickly and under wraps. Lin works long hours as chief of the police force in republic city, so she doesn’t have much time for romance. When she finds a spare moment for intimacy, she frequents a bar that accepts everyone. She brought Songa with her before her little sis fell in love with (insert steambaby daughter name here).

Tenzin (M) Airbender, 32: Tbh Tenzin still marries Pema and has his four kids, like in LOK. Lol. Unlike the show, with the weight of the whole air nation not on his shoulders, Tenzin was not a serious kid. He played pai sho with the white lotus members and roughed it up with Lin. Tenzin had a difficult time mastering airbending, though. He lacked the spiritual connection that his father and brother easily had. He blamed being stuck with an earthbender in the womb for 9 months at his lack of skill with airbending. His masters airbending at 21 and is pumped to finally get his tattoos. Since Pema is an air acolyte, I'm saying that her parents were also acolytes, and she and Tenzin met as kids and got along really well. They started dating at 16. Tenzin wanted to wait to get his arrows before proposing to her, so they date for 5 long years as Pema cheered him on in the grueling training. Tenzin and Pema eventually move to the Northern Air Temple and kept Teo company.

Suyin (F) Earthbender, 26: Suyin was a troublemaker when she was a kid, always pranking her siblings. She spent way too much time with Sokka. At least that’s what Toph says. Her teenage years, that’s when things became dicey. With Lin on the streets as a cop and Su committing petty crimes, the two were bound to cross paths. After Lin brought her in for whay must have been the thousandth time and Toph had to bail her out, Toph sent her to the her old stomping ground: the Earth Rumble 6. Toph still had her ear in the stadium and stayed in touch with The Boulder, and she thought it’d do her some good to get beat up by other earthbenders. Su stayed with her grandparents and got the structure she needed and got her act together. She got pounded by her opponents the first few years, but she slowly moved her way up the food chain and eventually held her mother’s old title as champion. Once she turned 18, she left to travel the world, meeting up with Kya (can't decide if Kya will be a steambaby or a Sukka baby. Is there a cut name for Sukka babies?). Along the way she met Bataar and fell in love with him and together build zaofu and have all their kids from LOK.

Songa (F) Airbender, 21: The oldest of the triplets to be born. Songa is a calm spirit, she reminds Aang of Yangchen with her way of keeping the peace in their large family. She’s a true romantic like her father and catches the attention of a lot of men, but alas, her heart is won over by one of Katara and Zuko’s daughters, (insert steambaby name here lol). She sees the best in everyone and trusts a little too easily. Watch out though, if you get on her bad side or betray her trust one too many times, her mother’s sass and tongue come out and no one wants to be hit by her earthbending styled airbending. Songa is a talented bender and has a tendency to use her airbending like an earthbender, facing things head on. She can seemlessly switch between styles, but she'd prefer to take her opponents on directly.

Kera (F) Nonbender, 21: Kera is the heart of the triplets. She’s passionate like a firebender and meets conflict head-on like her mom. Being the first non-bender didn’t feel great coming from the lineage of the Avatar and Toph Beifond, strongest earthbender in the world and metalbender originator, but she found peace in being a non-bender when hearing all the stories of Sokka, Suki, Mai, Ty Lee, Teo, and their many other friends taking down bender and non-benders alike. Kera begged her parents to live in the Fire Nation to study under Mai and Ty Lee. Aang and Toph didn’t have any problems with her going, but Zuko and Katara did, fearing she (being a dunebaby) would cause mayhem in the palace. Only after swearing to Zuko that she wouldn’t make a mess did the Fire Lord allow her stay with them. During her time there, she mastered Mai and Ty Lee’s techniques and trained under the Yuyan archers. When she came home, she could beat the other two thirds of her triplets easily. Only when she teams up with the other two, can they take down Lin and Tenzin.

Choekyi (M) Airbender, 21: The last of the triplets to come be birthed. Choekyi is a free spirit, much like his father. He enjoys traveling and meeting new people. As a child (and an adult) he is easily excited and is a very charismatic guy, which gets him far with the ladies in his teens and early twenties. He’s never scared of trying new things, sometimes to his detriment, as he gets hurt a lot for someone light on his toes. His preferred method of transportation is air scooter. Choekyi gets along with Uncle Sokka the most, with his never ending jokes and letting him learn how to throw a boomerang even though he’s a bender. Choekyi spends some time in the swamp with the swamp benders just because he finds them to be hilarious and interesting. This is where he connects with his spirituality and returns to excel in airbending, and earns his tattoos.

Songa and Kera are idenitcal twins, so no one (beside Toph and Choekyi) can tell them apart until Songa earns her arrows. Choekyi looks similar to them, as he is their triplet, but since he came from a different egg, he turns out to be much taller than his sisters. Just imagine Toph's face when she feels three freakin' heartbeats along with hers. Idk if that's scientifically sound, but it's my universe, so I can say what I want lol.

Gyun (M) Nonbender, 18: He's a very musical guy. Gyun means music, but it can also mean germ or bacteria. So his older siblings make fun of him when he’s young. While his bending siblings practice and spar, he masters most musical instruments and even becomes a skilled singer. He’s a favorite of Uncle Iroh’s and spends time with him playing music and perfecting his tea making when he’s not training with Master Piandao and mastering different types of sword fighting styles. Gyun is a lover, not a fighter, and is recruited as the youngest member of the national opera company. He rises in fame, without having to reveal his high ranking connections to his family members. Gyun is a true renaissance man (you know if the renaissance existed back then). He looks up to all of his siblings and soaks in all the stories and advice his can get to perfect the art of storytelling and acting.

MeiLin (F) Nonbender, 17: MeiLin may be one of the youngest, but she’s definitely the sassiest of the bunch. With the personality like her mother, it’s no wonder she’s a bosslady even from a young age. She doesn’t take shit from anyone. While she’s the beauty of the dunebabies (but who really isn’t attractive in this family?) and can hold her poise better than any royal, from the tender age of three, she’s wanted to become the fiercest fighter in the world. After a lot of convincing, Toph and Aang let her train with Aunt Suki and learn how to fight like a Kyoshi Warrior. After she masters that, She begs her parents to send her to the Fire Nation to study under Mai and Ty Lee. By the time she’s 14, she’s already mastered the art of dagger throwing, chi blocking, and the Kyoshi warriors fighting style. Aang isn’t too pleased that she fights in tournaments like Toph did, but Toph watches every match she can get! MeiLin asks her to bet on her and they split the wealth at the end. Lin wants her youngest sister to join the police force when she turns 18, but MeiLin isn't sure she wants to enforce the law like Lin.

Tiao Wu (M) Earthbender, 14: The baby of the family, and loves it. Unlike MeiLin, Tiao Wu is a homebody and a huge mama’s boy, though really isn’t a mama’s boy in the Beifong Family? Like his name suggests, he’s a great dancer and for an earthbender, he sure is light on his toes. While Gyatso is called Twinkletoes Jr, Tiao Wu is known as the Fancy Dancer. Literally. That’s the stage name he chose for his bending dance competitions. When he’s not dancing or hanging out with Toph, he’s studying his cousin’s bending forms, wanting to incorporate it into his repertoire. Tiao Wu is also close to Aang, as he showed an early talent to be one with the spirits. As a six year old, he would meditate next to Aang and beat the freakin’ Avatar, master of all four elements and bridge between the physical and spiritual world, to the Spirit World. He’s also known to be the only human who is allowed to visit Wong Si Tong’s library there.

ALRIGHT Joy, here are some basic facts about my dunebabies universe. If you or anyone else wants to send me asks so I can more deeply construct their personalities, feel free!

#I did it Joy!!#thanks for the ask #my asks are open #ask me about my dunebabies #eventually i'll create steambabies and other next gen #but her now only dunebabies #who's your favorite?#can you guess who I didn't have a backstory for yet?#you and stitch should be proud of me #ignore the fact that I haven't looked at my wips in months #i mean what?#I definitely am working my wips #👀

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storydays · 3 years

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Season 1, ep2, p3

The lights went off, the crowd cheered in anticipation. You inhaled and exhaled softly, before opening your (e/c) eyes that were focused and ready. The announcer came out into the middle of the arena. "Introducing the Fire Ferrets!" You waved as fans screamed. "Ahh! I love you, Bolin! Mako, you're so awesome! Marry me, (Y/N)!" You laughed softly, as the main announcer took over. "The rookie Ferrets came out of nowhere, and have made it further than anyone had expected this season. But tonight, they face the toughest test yet, folks."

You smirk at your opponent, noting he was a fire bender. Time slowed down as you shoot your hand up, allowing the water to be pushed back, but he retaliated by sending fire towards your face. You ducked, and rolled under Mako's leg, and ran around Bolin's figure. "Oh, the two teams waste no time trying to blast each other out of Zone One." Mako jumped over your back, as you sent a water blast towards the firebender, knocking him back into Zone 2.

"Migo is the first to have wet socks, curtsy of (Your fake name)! The Tigerdillos try to repay the favor but (Y/F/N) is too quick! Meanwhile, Mako showcases his trademark "Cool Under Fire" style." Bolin groaned as the opposing waterbender him back, but you knocked the earthbender off the edge in return. "Oh, and Tico is out and down for the count, quickly followed by Migo!" The opposing waterbender looked nervous, as the three of you smirked before Bolin sent a double whammy and knocked him out. "Ohh, and the Fire Ferrets win round 1 with no trouble at all!"

Round 2 was over before you knew it, and now were panting heavily, the Tigerdillos weren't happy and were fighting with anger clouding their vision, and pride. Mako took the lead and knocked down the other firebender into the drink. You did a back flip, having the water flick the opposing waterbender in the stomach, before Bolin knocked him back into the firerbender, and Mako used his finishing move with a fire blast that made both teens lose their balance and fall into the water below.

"It's a knock out! Such teamwork!" The Ferrets fans cheered loudly as the announcer told them that the Ferrets were going to the championships. The three of you walked to back to the platform that took you back to your side of the arena. Nagisa was cheering your "name" happily, while Kazan was jumping up and down, grinning excitedly. You laughed softly, as the two children ran around you, as you took your helmet off, and took a drink of water. Bolin came around the corner.

"So what'd you think, Korra? Bolin's got some moves, huh?" He said, cockily. You chuckled, stepping behind a curtain to change into your Water Tribe clothes, leaving your hair in it's high ponytail. Noticing your arrows on your hands peeking out again, your tightened your gloves around your hands, so no slip ups happened. "What did I think? What did I think? That was amazing!" Korra cried, as Nagisa happily agreed.

"You did a good job, (Your fake name). That was some good footwork." Mako gave you a half smile, and walked to his locker. Turning to the firebender, Korra tried to talk to him again. "You guys were incredible out there. Especially you, Mr Foot Work." Korra complemented. "Oh, you're still here?" Mako snapped. "Oh, you're still a jerk?" She grumbled. Rolling your eyes at their behavior, you put your radio in your ear, and waited for the person on the end to pick up.

"Hello?" An irritated voice asked from the other side. "Hey, I-I need a favor." You sighed, sadly.

--Meanwhile--

"It's like there's a whole new way of bending here! Think you can teach me a couple moves?" She asked Bolin, as Nagisa jumped on Korra's back, and Kazan held Mako's hand. Surprised, the amber eyed male looked down at the younger, before shrugging and continued listening to the chattering benders in front of him. He sent a worried side glance towards you, you were hunched over, and were talking into a radio, looking concerned and sad, almost ancient. "Absolutely." Bolin said happily.

"Right now? Come on, Bolin." Mako sighed, a frown and irritation pulling at his face. "Just ignore him. Yeah, I could show you the basics. I'm just not sure how my earthbending would translate to your waterbending, but we'll figure it out." You got off the phone with an agitated look on your normally relaxed face, and gently took Nagisa off of Korra's back, and held her as you tuned into the conversation. "Won't be a problem. I'm actually an earthbender." Korra said, cockily. "I'm sorry, no, no, I didn't mean to assume. 'Cause I--You know, I was just figuring--with your Water Tribe getup that you are a Water Tribe gal." Bolin mumbled over his words, like the awkward dork he is.

"Nope, you're right. I am a waterbender....and a firebender." She stated, as Mako froze and you sighed. Bolin was stuck trying to figure it out out. "Mm. Mm-hmm. I'm very confused right now." "You're the Avatar, and I'm an idiot." Mako hung his head, as Korra agreed. "Both are true." Korra replied, jumping when you gently dragged the two little ones with you. "(Your fake name), where are you going?" Korra asked, tentatively. "Nothing. What could I possibly know?" You snapped, slamming the door, and leading the children with you. "(Fake name)? Where are we going?" Nagisa asked, as you lead them down the stairs.

Turning to the small children, you smile, knowing you owed them an explanation. "My name isn't (Fake name), I've just been using that name because I wanted to be a normal guy for a while. You're kids, but you are smarter than you think. My real name is (Y//N), and I am sorry for what happened to your parents. I know you've been left alone and probably feel like no one cares about you, but that ends now. I'm going to tell you a huge secret, because as of today, you two are going to be taken care of." You sent a blinding smile at the children who looked back at you with hope in their eyes.

--The next morning--

Korra growled, as she sleepily tried the gates again. Korra ran through the gates with aggression as Tenzin cried out, "Patience,Korra!" Korra growled as she starting burning up the exercise. You dropped your apple that you were sharing with Nevermore, in shock. Korra panted heavily as she realized what she did. "That was a 2,000 year old historical treasure." Tenzin started as you snapped,"What is wrong with you?" "There's nothing wrong with me! I've been practicing, just like you both taught me! But it isn't sinking in, okay? It hasn't clicked like you said you would.: She ranted.

"Korra, this isn't something you can't force.If you would only listen to me and (Y/N)--" Tenzin started. "I have been! But you know what I think? Maybe the problem isn't me. Maybe the reason I haven't learn airbending yet, is because you're a terrible teacher!" Korra accused before stomping off. "Yeah, Daddy, you're a terrible teacher." Meelo giggled innocently.Sensing their father's hurt, the girls hugged Tenzin's waist. You pat your uncle's shoulder.

"She didn't mean it, Uncle. You're a great teacher, but some of your methods are old school, and while some may respond to this style of teaching, some may not. Don't forget that her dominant element is water," You began leading him over to a pond, got into a waterbending position and began dancing with the waves, you following their movements.

"Others may need more of a hard push that can end in gentle reassurance. Like Mother used to say, A flower cannot bloom without sunshine and rain. When I asked her about it, she said that it meant, with out balance, nothing will get done." You said, gently dropping the water of your mother's memorial Magnolia tree, sending a warm gentle breeze and listening to your cousins' awed gasps. Turning to your Uncle, you told him, "Follow her tonight and you'll see." You said with a mischievous glint in your eye.

--That night--

You left your hair down and put a beanie on, before heading underground into an abandoned tunnel, taking the way you normally do to get to the city undetected. But something was different in the air tonight. You closed your eyes, inhaled and exhaled softly, before whirling around, eyes ablaze with annoyance.

"You know, it's not like I can't feel when someone's following me." You snap putting your hands on your hips, sensing a sheepish aura from the person, hiding behind the corner. The figure stepped out and you immediately tensed up in a fighting position. "Well, something big must be going down if the big boss himself came to see little ol' me." You snark sarcastically as Amon stepped out from the shadows.

"Ah, (Y/f/n), quick with the mouth as always I see." You could sense he was grinning under his mask, so you rolled your eyes. "Kiss my--" "Hey, now, use nice language." He chuckled, standing a few feet away from you. "You didn't know where I was going with that.....Ass!" You replied sassily. Amon remained silent, leaving the air with a thick tension, until you cleared your throat. "Okay, maybe you did." You replied weakly, before you gasped, feeling your left arm being pinned to your back, and right arm couldn't move at all.

"You always were a little smart mouth. But tonight will be the first step to baiting the Avatar to fall into my plans....just like I did to your mother." He said, lowly. You growled, flicking ice shards into the man's arm, just as he used several chi-blocking pressure points. You cry out, as you felt pain crawling up to your forearm and down to your wrist. Falling to the ground, withering, you fell to the ground on your injured arm, and looked up at the masked man with foggy eyes.

"What are you going to take my powers away? Go ahead, I'm not afraid of a loser, like you." You spat, feeling fear run through you as an electric rod was pressed into your ribs. While you yelped from the shock, Amon laughed. "No, I am not going to take away your bending. You've suffered enough and I have sent a message, thanks to you, ((Y/F/N). Until we meet again." Hitting the highest switch, you scream and black out, hoping someone will find you soon.

--Meanwhile (3rd Person's POV)--

Korra entered the Ferret's dressing room to see Mako and Bolin looking rather sullen. But you were nowhere to be found. "I didn't miss your match, did I?You guys look like you lost it already. And where is (Y/F/N)?" She asked. "We don't know! He's usually here early! Earlier than us, and we live here! We may have already lost the match." Bolin said, sadly. "It's not like him." Mako mumbled as the referee popped his head in. "You've got two minutes ready to play or your disqualified."

Mako huffed. "Well, there goes our shot at the championship and the winnings." Curious, Korra couldn't help but ask, "What about one of the other players? Can't you ask one of them to fill in?" "No, the rules say you can only compete on one team." Bolin replied. "Well, then, what about me? I'm a top-notch waterbender if I do say so, myself." She said cockily. "But, you're the Avatar. Isn't that cheating?" The green eyed teen asked.

"It's not cheating if I only use waterbending." Korra said confidently. "No way, I'd rather forfeit than look like a fool out there." Mako complained. "Wow, thanks for the vote of confidence." Korra rolled her eyes as the referee popped his head into the room. "Time's up! Are you in or out?" "We're in!" "Yes!" "Hey, I didn't agree to this!" Mako whined. "You can thank me later!" called Korra, as she put on your uniform. "This girl is crazy." The firebender muttered, as he put his helmet on.

"Looks like the ferrets have ferret'd out a last minute waterbender replacement!" Immediately (Y/N) fans began booing and demanding to know where you were. "Let's see if she's another diamond in the rough, like the brothers from the School of Hard Knocks." The announcer called, giving the green light to prepare to play. "Don't do anything too aggressive or too fancy. In face, don't do anything." Mako grumbled. "Just tried not to get knocked off the ring." "You got it, Captain." Korra replied, sarcastically.

"Players, are you ready?" The referee blew his whistle, and Korra sent the opposing waterbender off the rink with a powerful blast. Korra cheered as Mako facepalmed and Bolin winced in sympathy. "Fire Ferrets waterbender, penalty. Move back one zone." Called the ref. "What? Why?" Demanded Korra. "You're only allowed to knock players off the back of the ring, not the sides." Mako explained as Korra winced.

"And we're back in action after that hiccup. But I'm not so sure this replacement player knows what she's doing." As soon as the words left the announcer's mouth, the ref called another foul for Korra. "Foul! Over the line, move back to Zone Three." "Korra grunted and muttered under her breath. The bell rung loudly as the Platypus Bears took Round One. The Bears know a green player when they see one. They're focusing on the brunt of their attacks on this poor girl."

Korra couldn't take it anymore, and used fire and earth to block the incoming attacks. "Wait a minute! Did that waterbender just earthbend?" He ask as the room froze. The referee blew the whistle and called out, "Foul, I think. Did I see that right?" Korra laughed sheepishly as Mako growled under his breath. "Hold on folks, we're just waiting for the ref's official call, but I think the replacement waterbender could be--no way! She's the Avatar, folks! Playing in a pro-bending match! Can you believe that?"

"The Avatar will be permitted to continue, so long as she uses waterbending only." The Platypus bears grumble before attacking the Avatar with even more aggressively. "This girl may be the Avatar, but she's no pro-bender,and the Platypus-Bears are exploiting that weakness. Their giving her their best and her best just isn't good enough to stop it. And she's in the sink!"

Korra grumbled as she pulled herself out of the water before looking up to see a very angry Airbender starring down at him. "Oh, hey, Tenzin. I thought you didn't like coming to these matches." She chuckled awkwardly. "Once again, you have flagrantly disobeyed my orders. You were to stay on the island. Let's go." Tenzin said, sternly. "No, I'm kind of in the middle of something." "I have tried my very best to get through to you by being gentle and patient, but clearly the only thing you respond to is force! So I am ordering you to come back to the temple right now." Tenzin yelled. "Why? So I can sit around and meditate about how bad I am at airbending?You know, I am beginning to think there's a reason I haven't been able to learn it. Maybe I don't even need it!"

"What? That is a ludicrous suggestion. The Avatar needs to learn airbending. It is not optional." Tenzin was at his limit. "No, this is what I need to learn. Modern styles of fighting." Korra protested. "Being the Avatar isn't all about fighting, Korra. When will you learn that?" Tenzin placed his hands on his hips as Korra began walking away. "I have a match to go finish."

The next three minutes were some of the most annoying moments of Korra's life but your voice echoed in her head, reminding her to breathe, and suddenly she was a graceful swan, dodging fire and earth disks before moving forward with her attacks. "Well, how about that." Tenzin said, softly. The next thing the Platypus-Bears knew, they were all in the sink, and the Ferrets were finally in the championships.

The Ferrets made their way into the room, the brothers allowing Korra to get changed first. Tenzin came into the room with a soft grin on his face. "It seems my nephew was right about this being a better teaching for you. You did good Korra. You moved just like an airbender." Korra grinned, knowing both sides were calmed down and have no hard feelings toward the others.

"Speaking of my nephew, where is he?" Tenzin asked as they walked out the gym, as he promised the Ferrets a celebratory dinner, "He was the one who mentioned I should come down here tonight." Before anyone could reply, Lin Beifong landed in front of them with a worried expression on her usually stoic face. "Lin, what is the matter?" The older Airbending master hurried to his old friend's side, the teens looking at the Chief in concern.

"It's (Y/N), he's in the hospital."

#lok imagine #legend of korra x reader #x male reader #legend of korra #legend of korra imagine

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ljf613 · 3 years

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Toph Teaches Aang the Source of Bending

Aang couldn't figure the stupid rock out. "Just move already!" And now he was yelling at inanimate objects. Wonderful. Sifu sighed again. "Stop thinking like an airbender," she said. "What do you mean?" Aang looked at her, confused. "I am an airbender." "Yeah, but you don't bend water the same way you do air, do you?" She moved her arms in a floaty kind of way he assumed was meant to imitate waterbending. "I guess not," Aang said. "But it's not like I think about it." "I suppose we can't all have an uncle," Sifu muttered. "Alright, sit down, let me see what I can do..... tell me about the difference between different types of bending." "Well, airbending is about freedom and misdirection," Aang said, dropping to a lotus position, "and waterbending is all about adaptability, but earthbending is stubborn and-" "No, I'm talking about where the bending comes from," she interrupted. "Where it comes from?" Aang tried to remember what the monks had said. "I think Sister Iio said something about a lionturtle? I can't remember how that story went, though." Sifu groaned. "Also not what I meant." She moved so that she was sitting directly in front of him. "Guess I've got to start at the very beginning." "The beginning?" "When you bend air, the air doesn't belong to you. It's not a part of you, exactly-- if anything, you're a part of it." She raised her left hand and pressed it to his chest-- not to the left side, where his heart lay, but the center, directly above his diaphragm. "You take the air in, and then you let it go. Air isn't selfish-- it wants to share. It allows you to take control of a small bit, no more or less than you need." She slowly moved her fingertips up his throat, towards his lips, and then she lifted them away and made a spiralling gesture. "How did you know that?" Aang gaped. He'd never thought about it quite like that, never put those feelings into words, but she was right. The wind was his friend, but he'd never made the mistake of thinking of himself as its equal-- it was a power to be treated with respect. She didn't answer the question. "Water is similar, but it's not exactly the same." She cradled his left hand in both of hers, pressing the forefingers of her left hand to his pulse. "It flows through you in constant motion, but you don't let it go the same way you do with air." Again, she slowly dragged her fingers across his skin, this time up his arm, towards his heart. "The water within you recognizes the water outside of you. It's not like air, that recognizes you as an extension of itself. The water is not the same as you, but it sees you as kin-- as family. And water would never abandon one of its own.”

"Kid, why are you crying?" Toph could hear him sniffling, smell the salt water as it trickled down his cheek. "I'm not....." The Avatar raised his hand to the edge of his eye, and seemed surprised when his fingertips came away wet. He brushed at his eyes with the back of his hands a few times. Why is talking about water making him tear up? She suddenly remembered that his traveling companions were from the water tribe. They're different from him, but they're probably the only family he has now..... kind of like me, I guess. "Anyhoo, earth is a little different. Unlike air, the earth is a part of you, not the other way around." She put her left hand on his knee, and her right hand on his shoulder. "Like water, it's already within you-- in your very bones. The difference is that the earth outside of you is nothing but an extension of the earth inside of you.”

What? "I'm sorry, Sifu, could you explain that a little more?" Aang had understood what she was saying about air and water, but he couldn't figure out what she meant about the earth being the same as him. "Think of it this way: When you bend air, you're like a windchime or a flute, moving with the air. When you bend water, you're like a magnet, moving something else in a mimicry of your own movements." "I get that," Aang said, annoyance leaking from his tone. He wasn't stupid. Sifu frowned, and he suddenly felt the ground jolt beneath him. "Moving the earth is more like moving another one of your limbs," she said, stretching her arms out to demonstrate. "You don't ask your hands nicely if they would please pick stuff up-- you tell them what to do, and they do it." Huh. Aang thought about that. So air was his friend or teacher, water was his family, and earth was.... his body? "What about fire?" He'd sworn to never bend the destructive element again because he couldn't see it as anything more than devastation. Even Master Jeong-Jeong had called it a curse. But what was it? An enemy to defeat? An adversary to tame? Maybe- "The fire is you," Sifu said, interrupting his musings. "What?" Surely she hadn't just said that. How could such a cruel element be who he was? "Earth is a part of you, but it isn't who you are, anymore than your elbow is." She poked his left elbow to demonstrate. "Fire, however, is. It's more than just an extension of yourself. That's why firebenders don't need a source of flame to draw from-- the bender is the element." "But fire is destruction," Aang said, still not comprehending. "Are you saying that firebenders are nothing but that? No wonder-" "Where'd you hear that nonsense from? Sure, fire can destroy things. So can avalanches, and tornadoes, and thunderstorms," Sifu said, shrugging. "Fire's also heat, and energy-- both of which are pretty important. And I don't know much about light, but from what I understand, you seeing people think it's pretty important." But.... "You've got air in your breath, water in your blood, and earth in your bones." She raised her right hand again, this time pressing it on top of his heart. "But fire, Twinkletoes, fire is in your heart." Oh.... "But I'm not here to teach you about fire," Sifu said, hopping up and gesturing for him to follow. "Last I checked, you hired me to teach you earthbending." Right. They were here for his earthbending lessons.

"So if earth is part of you, what do you do when it doesn't listen?" Toph pointed to the rock. "Ummm....." The Avatar walked around the boulder, examining from all angles. "What would happen if you woke up one morning and your arm went, 'Hey, I'm not in the mood to move today, so would ya mind managing without me?' Say, 'No problem, arm, have a nice day?' Of course not!" She shook her head. "You tell your arm that you're the boss, and unless there's an actual problem, it's going to do its job. So what do you tell the rock?" "Um, I'm sorry you don't feel like moving, but I need you to do it anyways?" His tone was questioning, unsure. "Yes!" Toph pumped her fist in the air. "Now, do it!" The kid stomped his foot, punched out his arm...... and bent the rock. "I did it!" He jumped ten feet in the air. "I can't believe it!" "Congratulations, kid, you're an earthbender," she said, laughing.

- Excerpt from how to stack your stones

#avatar the last airbender #fanfic #excerpt #aang and toph #toph beifong #aang #how to stack your stones #we all want love #we all want honor

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pinkykitten · 4 years

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Waterbending

Avatar the Last Airbender - waterbending! Sokka x female! reader au

Specific/Warnings: fighting, violence, fluff, romance, race neutral reader, earthbending reader

Words: 2,562

Requested: sokka x reader who admits that she has ancestors linked towards the lion turtles and her bloodline has the ability to grant bending and to take it away just like the lion turtles and gives sokka waterbending after he was upset and felt useless for not being able to bend in one episode?

Authors Note: i know i said i wasnt going to do this but i couldnt resist; i posted this fic on my side blog but i deleted my side blog and im posting it here; skdgfdkgnfkg also my first au! hope you guys like!!! ;3

You were all exhausted having been chased by Azula. All of you barely had any sleep. You made camp thinking she was far away when in reality she was behind you and following you. It was the same pattern, set up camp, try to sleep, see her and then run away. Even Aang was getting tired of the repetitiveness of it all and was seeking to fight her.

There were dark bags under your eyes. You felt your muscles begin to shake knowing you needed rest. You felt pity for your friends.

Aang langed in a small abandoned Earth Kingdom town. You all were about to fight but you didn’t know if you had the strength to do it.

Azula was fighting Aang and her brother Zuko.

“I think he’s in trouble,” you shouted to Katara as she entered into the collapsed building to save Aang.

Azula stormed out and Sokka fought with her. He swung his boomerang back and forth, trying to cut or bruise her in any way.

You were stiff frozen. There was so much happening around you all at once. You heard nothing else except the beating of your heart. The thumps became faster and harder. Your friends were in danger and you felt useless.

Azula smirked as she pushed Sokka to the ground. He fell back and with fear in his eyes he brought his hands up to block his face. Azula felt powerful and that she conquered the world. Azula cackled as she lifted her hand to bring a igniting flame of fire to blow to Sokka’s face.

You sprinted as fast as you could and tackled Azula.

“Oh I see,” Azula shook the dust off her clothes, standing in a battle position with you opposite. “Is this your little lover boy? Do you care for this boy?” She scoffed.

You were shaking like trees in the wind. This was your first time going head to head with Azula, the fire princess.

“Well, come and get me.”

“No Y/N,” Sokka tried to stop you. He was immensely worried and had a strong bond, connection, with you.

With a loud shriek you sprinted toward Azula. She kicked fire towards you and you broke it with sprouts of rocks. Azula punched more short blasts to you with you successfully disinterested them with a wave of earth but then they became too much at a fast ongoing rate, so you produced a rock shield, separating you and Azula.

“Are you afraid? Scared to fight?” Azula taunted you. She wanted a reaction, she wanted you angry. To let go and forget the energy bond you created with the spirits.

You sat crisscrossed on the sandy dirt.

“What are you doing Y/N?” Sokka sprinted behind the wall you made. He brought your face into his hands and softly touched your cheeks. “If you stay here and not do anything, she’ll kill you. You’ll die.” Sokka’s voice was cracking. He couldn’t let another love of his life sacrifice themselves for others. He couldn’t go through with it again. He wouldn’t let someone so important to him lose their life. Sokka was frustrated and snapped, he punched the shield, feeling worthless. He watched those around him get hurt and he couldn’t do a thing about it. “I can’t watch you get hurt.” He coiled up into himself not wanting you to see his pain.

You lifted his chin so he could gaze into your eyes, “I’m okay Sokka. Don’t worry about me.” You beamed as you brushed his tears away. You inched closer as your lips made contact with his. It ended the minute it started. It was unsure. You were unaware if he liked you in that manner and your fate was unknown in this moment. You bent the earth with a stomp of your foot to make it pop from the ground and throw Sokka in the air to get him away from danger.

You closed your eyes and mediated on the energy within you. You felt the spirits opening up to you and allowing you to be one with them. It was such a light and good feeling. You felt you were flying though the clouds, your body felt weightless like a feather. You believed in them, in yourself, in your past, creating a connection with all life. You exhaled and to every present they were astounded when they saw you bend the energy to create an astral projection of yourself. Your earth bending walls crumbled and you grew bigger and bigger.

The others around you began to gasp and be in awe.

“I have never seen that,” Iroh spoke breathlessly.

Aang focused on you, speechless that you had that relationship with the spirit world. “She’s amazing.”

Azula in that moment was more frightened than any time ever. Her eyes widened at your form. Now she was frozen.

In your new form you walked slowly, looking at your friends and some foes. You raised your leg high in the air and clashed it against the ground, trying to strike Azula. Azula dodged the attack and did a spiral of fire against you. It did not damage. You were able take the harsh beating. You moved your arms in unison above your head in a loop and one by one the pieces of the abandoned building were starting to come apart and rip from the dirt and they were floating high above you. Your astral form smirked and in a snap you threw the pieces of debris on Azula.

You thought you got her. You thought you won.

Your spirit walked back to your physical body, ready to be one again when Azula sprinted from out under the debris. You saw her through your peripheral vision. Your brain wanted to fight but your body said no. You knew the spirits were trying to tell you something. You were too exhausted from not getting enough sleep that bringing your other form out was too much for your body to handle. Your astral form got smaller and smaller, your body weaker and weaker. Azula was right beside you ready to ignite your body in flames when Zuko acted and swayed fire to her to protect you. You felt your body give out and became normal again. Your body became limp and you fell back into Sokka’s arm. “Y/N!” He shouted to your face. You had more bags under your eyes, exhaustion clear on your face. “What’s wrong with her?”

“She used too much of her bending,” Aang said as Zuko fought with his sister. “Her body is getting weak. She needs sleep.”

Sokka laid you to rest and saw red. He was angry with Azula that she tried to hurt you but he was also angry with himself. He couldn’t protect you like he wanted to and that killed him on the inside. Sokka cornered Azula and the others did as well. It was six against one.

She finally admitted her defeat. Iroh smiled as he looked at dear Toph and Azula knew that was her opening. He let his guard down and she took it. You opened your eyes to see she blasted Iroh’s chest with fire. Your eyes widened in horror not knowing she would go that far and your lips quivered. Zuko cried as the others unleashed their powers on Azula and Sokka used his boomerang. All the power becomes an explosion creaming smoke. Azula takes this chance and disappears with the smoke.

Zuko was by Iroh’s side, crying. You and the others go behind him to comfort him.

“We can help him,” Katara reaches for Zuko.

“Leave!” Zuko shouts with a gust of fire.

Sokka carried you back to Appa to depart. You wanted to help and worry about Zuko and Sokka knew this from your face. He laid your head on his lap. “Please sleep. You can worry about them later.”

You knew Sokka was right and you closed your eyes feeling the soft comfort of Sokka by your side.

You were finally feeling better having slept for most of the day that it was already night. The others were sleeping and you thought to take it upon yourself to get items for the camp.

You knelt down to pick up water from the river. The night was peaceful and quiet as the wildlife spoke at dark. You were alone, thinking when you heard the crunch of leaves. You stood your ground as the figure stepped out from the woods.

“Woah, hold on there.” Sokka chuckled as he held his hand out in surrender. “I’m one of the good guys.”

You chuckled, “I know that. How’d you sleep?” You collected the rest of the water while Sokka sat on a boulder over looking the water. You sat beside him.

“It was okay. Appa keeps shedding though and it gets stuck in my nose.” Sokka wrinkled his nose, cross eyed.

You giggled in your hand, “its actually really soft.”

The splashing of water from playing fish could be heard. It was silent for a while.

“How did you do that?”

“Did what?” You asked trying to feign obliviousness. You were insecure about your energybending. You didn’t want to try to seem better than the avatar. You wanted to be normal and not want others to see you differently.

“You know what I mean Y/N.”

You bit your lip in thought, “when I was a baby I was born with unique bending abilities, ones that were granted to you if you so were chosen by the lion turtle and he had faith in you. My parents didn’t know until we were visited by the spirits and met with the lion turtle. He told my parents that our ancestors were one of the first men to have bending abilities and were favored by the lion turtle. Our lineage was one of the first and its been past down from generation after generation. My parents were shocked to know that they possessed this power but I possessed it with higher greatness in that I could take and grant others bending abilities. I’m sorry Sokka I didn’t tell you, I was afraid.”

“Afraid of what, Y/N? For me to love you any less? Not a chance,” he caressed your arms. Sokka shook his head as he kicked the dirt.

“What’s wrong, dear?” You asked. You were certain it was because of the aspect of that you didn’t tell him about your powers.

“It’s nothing, it’s just,” Sokka scratched the back of his head. “When I saw you almost get hurt by Azula I couldn’t do a thing about it. I tried fighting her earlier and you saw how that turned up, you had to save my butt.”

“Sokka!” You wanted him to quit talking that nonsense.

“Its true Y/N! You almost got killed by Azula and I couldn’t protect you. I had to just sit there and watch. I’m always too weak. I sometimes wish I was like you and the rest of them. I hate not being able to do anything and being useless!” He sat on the dirt, angry with himself.

You sat in front of him, touching his cheek. “I know what to do.” You stood up and put your thumb on his forehead.

“Woah, hold up, what are you doing?”

“I’m giving you what you want. Remember, I can take and give bending abilities. I’m going to give you one.”

Sokka’s eyes lit up and a smile grew on his face, “no way. You would do that for me?”

“Of course now hold still and just relax and let your mind be free.” You put your thumb on his forehead and your hand on his shoulder.

“Wait! Thank you Y/N.”

You grinned and did it once more and the power surged through you. Your hands began to glow as well as your eyes. You trusted the spirits and the energy and they knew who Sokka was.

Sokka invited the feeling. It was incredible! Sokka opened his eyes one second to take you in and you looked like a goddess granting him his wishes. You were so beautiful and concentrated. You were the love of his life.

You finally let go and felt a little drained. “I hope its what you wanted, I know you said you did but I just want to make sure its truly it. Oh wow I should of asked you before I didn’t mean-”

Sokka kissed your lips with a passion and force he almost knocked you off your feet. His smoothly glided over yours and bit your lip cutely. Your bodies were close as can be, faces flushed and nose bumping into one another. It was as if you both were each other breath of air. Your heart clashed against your rib cage from the excitement and adrenaline and out of love. You eyes became half lidded and you saw a circle of water around you two. You presumed it was Katara but realized it was actually Sokka. The waterbending was based on his emotions at the moment. He was still new and didn’t know to control it. You separated, “Look Sokka.”

Sokka saw himself waterbending and he almost felt tears come out of his eyes, “I’m actually doing it! I’m actually doing it!” He picked you up as he twirled you, you then two jumped up and down holding hands. Sokka leaned his forehead against yours, you both smiling like a bunch of silly love birds. “I love you Y/N. I love you more than anything in the world.”

“I love you Sokka. You did it my love. You did it.”

Sokka needed training before any big fight so you along with the other decided to teach him how to use and control his powers. Sokka was giddy and ecstatic to use his waterbending that he was all over the place and jumping all the time.

“Now that we’ve taught you a lot I want you to use it on me. Give me everything you got!” You were the last class of the day and not only did this help strengthen Sokka with his abilities but it made you both get closer and fall more in love with each other. “You got this Sokka. I believe in you!” Your smile almost made Sokka faint.

“I love you!”

“I love you more!” A huge boulder came in Sokka’s path but he missed it just in time.

“What the heck was that?”

“Pay attention! No more talking, boy! Fight me!” You pretended to be the boulder.

“Oh my God,” Sokka tried to stifle his laugh. “You know you do a pretty good boulder impression.”

“Thanks, it comes from like the back of the throat and then you-” you shrieked as a huge wave splashed on you sending you away. You were angry. “What the heck was that?”

Sokka smirked seeing you soaked. “You’re good, but not that good.” With a wink he got on his hands and started to spin, sending a gush of a halo formation water above you from his feet.

You were proud of Sokka. Everyday he just kept getting better and you knew one day to the rest of the world Sokka would be a hero, a great legend but to you, he’ll always be your Sokka. The boy you met that was benderless and always carried around his trusty boomerang.

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guiltysecretpasttime · 4 years

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So here’s a thought that became a Lin Beifong one-shot. If someone’s reading this... let me know what you think 🤷‍

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Ever since she made it to Chief of Police, she found that she was able to take more control of her schedule. Nonetheless, quiet Friday nights at home like these were rare.

Using metalbending, Lin Beifong peeled her armor off and placed it in the cabinet beside the shoe rack, a reminder that she will get to its maintenance before going to work on Monday. She wiggled her toes and continued into the house barefoot, enjoying the feel of the cold marble floor against her skin. She headed towards the kitchen, tossing her work bag into the study along the way.

The paper bag of take-out food was plonked on the dining table and an old battered kettle with water was soon on the stove. She stretched her arms languidly then reached to turn on the radio, if only to fill the silence with white noise.

Plucking out some spice canisters from the shelves and taking out the vegetables she sliced earlier, Lin set about to prepare dinner. Humming softly with the radio tunes, she cleared a portion of the table and opened the containers of sliced vegetables. She sat down and unrolled a piece of cloth, intent on assembling a couple of vegetable wraps on the mat.

After decades of preparing vegetarian meals, Lin had learned to appreciate the cuisine and tweak it to her taste. She added spicy pickled kelp and sprinkled chili on some of the wraps. She made a mental note to ask her sister to bring more kelp on her next visit. (The older Beifong would never admit it but she dearly valued exchanging recipes with Suyin’s ex-pirate chef.)

The kettle let out a high-pitch whistle (which her husband hated and had thus more than once offered to buy a replacement kettle; which she adamantly refused to do so since her mom made it for their housewarming party years ago) and she took it off the stove, placing a steaming pot in its place. The earthbender tore open her take-out paper bag and dropped the store-bought dumplings into the pot.

She then arranged the vegetable wraps on the serving plate alongside the fried puffs she purchased from the vendor beside headquarters (“Assorted crab and tofu puffs, please”). With not enough time to make dessert, she figured her husband would have to settle for some chilled moon peaches from the icebox.

As she waited for the dumplings to reheat, she decided to make herself a cup of coffee before dumping some tea leaves to steep in the kettle.

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It was a quaint and cozy scene that greeted the last airbender when he got home. A scene that still brought a lightness in his heart even after being married for fifteen odd years.

Leaning against the kitchen counter was his wife, apparently fresh from the shower as evidenced by the dampness of her short grey hair. Tenzin continued to observe her quietly as she absentmindedly continued to stir something in a saucepan while reading a book propped at the side, page held in place by an empty coffee cup. Barefoot and clad in a plain tank top and shorts, the stern protector of Republic City was barely recognizable in the casual setting. He smiled as Lin made a face, probably scoffing at the plot of her novel.

He made his way towards her, landing a kiss on her exposed shoulder from behind, effectively startling her.

“Spirits, Tenzin!” Lin raised the spatula in shock, landing whipped cream on her face and on his robes.

Tenzin grinned. He loved that he was the only person in the world who could surprise the otherwise vigilant metalbending chief of police. It was a testament on how comfortable she was with him that she never felt the need to be on her guard.

“Hello, dear.” He kissed off the cream from her cheek and was rewarded with a slap on the arm. “You seemed engrossed there, good book?”

“Oh Agni, no.” His wife snorted as she marked her page in the book. “It’s just one of those trashy books that Su sent me, in the hopes that I get in touch with my inner dancer or something.” She placed the saucepan beside the peaches on the dining table.

The airbender accepted the napkin given by Lin to clean up his robes. “Still trying to convince you to join her dance group?” He turned to the counter, opening his paper bag of food.

“Yes, claims it would make me more flexible and limber - as if I don’t have enough training at headquarters.” (”Or in bed,” Tenzin muttered, getting swatted on the arm for his contribution). She offered her husband assistance as he poured the soup he brought home into a serving pot. “I have to constantly remind those children running the precincts that I am not old.” Her hand flicked in irritation. “And apparently, the only way I could assert that is by beating them down. While hanging on the ceiling. With my metal cables.” Little tremors were felt on the floor as she punctuated her statements with barely perceptible stomps of her foot.

Tenzin chuckled, guiding his wife into her seat in the dining room as she scowled. “I’m sure you enjoyed putting them in their place,” He added the pot of soup on the table. “Come now, I wouldn’t have thought a bunch of new officers would get you down. It’s the weekend!” He sat down, pouring tea for the two of them.

Lin shrugged and proceeded to pile Tenzin’s plate with two (bland) kale wraps and a few dumplings.

“This one’s new,” He lightly touched an angry red cut on her forearm.“And so is this.” He grasped her wrist when she placed his plate in front of him, gently massaging a darkening bruise on her elbow. “Where...?”

Having been raised and grown up in Air Nomad culture, Tenzin feels discomfort whenever his wife arrives home with another souvenir from work on her body (often temporary, sometimes somewhat permanent).

“A new group of non-benders instigated a faceoff with some benders near the cultural center today,” The metalbender downplayed the encounter, removing her arm from his hold. “Good thing we got there just in the nick of time.”

“And got yourself something which is more than a nick,” He frowned at the four-inch long scarlet mark that was a stark contrast against her pale skin. “Lin,” He quickly ladled some seaweed soup into a bowl. He knew it had properties good for blood loss. “Please be careful.” He pushed the bowl towards her.

“I always am.” She caught the sober tone of his reminder. “Don’t worry, I make sure to assess the risks beforehand. I’m no longer that reckless and brash detective who attempted to arrest her sister.” She tried to make light of their conversation.

As if on cue, as with any other time that her scars or the origin of her scars were brought up, Tenzin delicately cupped her cheek and gave her a soft kiss. He was a husband seeking a reminder that all was well. He felt the familiar pressure on his lips as his wife pressed back to deepen their kiss.

They both ended the kiss, breathing heavily. She smiled, finally accepting the soup.

The rest of the meal continued uneventfully. Tenzin complimented his spouse on her thoughtfulness on the meal. They talked about how their day went (”Tarrlock, that chattering hog-monkey, would not stop about this new ordinance he wanted to pass. I was sorely tempted to ring Mother and Fire Lord Izumi to influence their representatives to vote against it out of spite.” “Oh Tenzin, but you wouldn’t. 10 yuans on you that you would not push through with that.” “You’re right dear,” A sigh was heard. “I wouldn’t have.”) and how their respective families were faring (”Mom hasn’t still gotten in touch with Su and I.” “Should we be worried?” “I don’t think so. Lord Zuko is out travelling as well - 10 yuans bet that they’re out on a life-changing field trip.” “Lin, what’s with you and 10 yuans??”).

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The couple decided to finish their dessert in the study.

Lin tucked her legs under as she got comfortable on the couch while Tenzin cleaned up (”You go ahead and relax, I’ll take care of the kitchen and dining table since you prepared the meal - well, most of it at least - ouuuuch woman, stop hitting me.”). She pulled out her (Su’s) novel to bide the time (yes, bide the time, she was not invested in the story of the lone ballerina who captivated the king in that one-night-only performance, nope, not invested at all, thank you very much) while waiting for her husband.

She had made it into a chapter and a half by the time Tenzin joined her. She got up to make space for him, then laid her head on his lap to continue reading while he elected to tackle his correspondence.

They passed the time in that position, with Tenzin alternately feeding Lin and himself some of the sliced moon peaches. The only sound was the occasional flip of pages and parchment being discarded on the side table.

Half-way into the book, Lin was making mental note to ask her younger sister if she had a copy of the sequel when the airbender released a deep breath.

“Is something wrong?” She lifted her eyes from the book and directed her attention to the face of the man above her, albeit a bit concealed by the beard from her point-of-view.

“The new Avatar has mastered Earthbending.” He indicated the letter he was perusing.

“That’s good news, right?” The earthbender sat up on her heels, taking her mother-in-law’s letter to go through it.

“It says here they’re inviting you to train the Avatar as her airbending master in five years time,” Lin felt her excitement building as she read Katara’s update. “Provided, however, that she passes her Firebending mastery test by then.” She knew how important this was to him. “Ten-!” She looked up and saw his faraway expression.

“Hey,” Lin tenderly took his face into her hands, looking into his eyes. Green met gray.

Earth and air - their elements and their personalities were as opposite as they can go. While Lin Beifong learned early on how to master her emotions (which several times proved to be necessary in her line of work, sometimes even a matter of life and death), the man in shades of saffron and red before her wore his heart clearly. Even at the age of forty-six, he exuded an air of artlessness. Some of his detractors saw it as a weakness but she recognized it as his strength, the ingenuous sincerity which coated each of his interactions appealed to the constituents. Nonetheless, Lin knew him for as long as she was alive and she knew something was troubling him.

“Do you,” Like any earthbender worth his or her salt, she faced this head on. She swallowed the lump in her throat. “Tenzin,” She knew they had made peace with it in the past but she needed to ask, yet again. “Do you regret it?” Do you regret choosing me - the unsaid question hung thickly in the air.

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The last airbender covered her right hand with his and leaned into her palm. “Never.” He knew she can feel his steady heartbeats as she held him. After a beat, he leaned forward, capturing her lips with his.

Lin Beifong, while a confident woman, did need reassurances which only her husband can provide. He knew that she still experienced vestiges of guilt from time to time.

He saw it when she was reading the newspaper and an article called out the Chief of Police as a hard-ass with a heart of stone, unbending with the law and unbending in rehabilitating an extinct nation.

He saw it through the years as she accompanied him in various city council formal events and got asked on multiple occasions when they were going to start trying for kids. She would pleasantly smile, with a poise that would make the late Poppy Beifong proud. Then she would sweetly reply something along the lines of no, thank you, we’re not trying for kids but rest assured we’re frequently engaging in exercises that might (if we were not careful) result in one. Now, that (and the subsequent choking noise made by whichever pompous guest who dared ask) would make Toph Beifong proud.

He saw it whenever the entire family gathers at Air Temple Island to celebrate someone’s birthday and the Air Acolytes seem to walk on eggshells around her, never mind that technically she was the first lady of the nation.

Everyone else saw her smirk or her stoic blank face; no emotion betrayed by the absence of hunching of the shoulders or the lack of a furious blush on her complexion.

But Tenzin, her partner for most of her life, saw the little indicators - the tightening of her jaw, the stiffening of her spine, the whitening of her knuckles as she dug her nails into her palm...

They simply did not know. They did not see her as a terrified child, fresh from being abducted by a convict on parole that her mother had put into jail years before her birth. It was the day that she first showed signs of metalbending as she broke off the chains the bound her. She was seven.

They did not see her stay up late as a teenager, waiting on the roof of one of the buildings in Air Temple island, scouring the horizon in the hopes that her mother might be coming home soon from a raid.

They did not see her collapse after returning to headquarters, after being beaten up (close to death) as a police captain caught in a turf war, getting more heat because of her ancestry. (”Bonus points in taking the metal woman down - her mother is the esteemed chief of police!” One of the fire-bending hooligans had spat.).

They did not see her weep neither did they hold her in their arms after a particularly difficult day on her job. She had murmured to him that she will never want to put a child, her child, in dangerous situations just because of the consequence of having her a mother. That would have been selfish. It was simply not an option.

Her (their) decision not to have children was publicly discussed and dissected. More than once, the usually calm Tenzin had blown up at the press to leave them alone. These only resulted in new heated rumors published the next day that he was probably selecting Air Acolytes across the Air Temples to impregnate to repopulate the Air Nation. If anything, while he was infuriated, Tenzin was glad to see Lin laugh out loud upon reading about it in the paper. His eldest brother Bumi had even called over just to check its veracity, volunteering to scout the United Republic in the next years in search for thick-eyebrowed large-nosed airheads cooped up in libraries across the temples.

Tenzin also dealt with the aftermath of these public set-downs once they returned to their home in Republic City. He would willingly offer the reassurance that only he can give her at her most vulnerable.

Even as the last airbender, Tenzin would do anything to make his metalbender happy.

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Satiated and relaxed, the couple adjusted their position on the couch, with Tenzin airbending the throw blanket over them. He noticed Lin fingering the letter from the Southern Water Tribe again.

“It’s just that - they’re asking us to move to the South Pole for the duration of Korra’s training.”

Lin raised her eyebrows at this. “Oh.”

“But no,” Tenzin moved to put an arm around her as she sat in his embrace. “I wouldn’t want to uproot you. It’s not for a few more years; we’ll figure something.” He distractedly finished the rest of the peaches and cream from the crystal bowl. Between the two of them, he was the one with the sweet tooth. “I could start training Oogi for frequent long distance trips to the South Pole, if only to ready him for my frequent back-and-forth to you in Republic City.”

The sound of the scraping of the spoon against the bowl echoed in the companionable silence.

“Or, Tenzin, maybe - what if,” Lin played with the smoothness of the blanket. “You invite her to Air Temple Island?” She avoided his inquisitive gaze. “I mean, we can reinstate the White Lotus around the temple for security and prepare the island for airbending training. You’ve probably have enough in the coffers for a refurbishment on the Island, given that it’s been a while since your family lived there. But those would be best put into use in rebuilding the other temples; I have enough money to add from the Beifong inheritance, we could use that - it will be my home too, you know -.” She was interrupted by a tight embrace and a kiss.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” The response he got was just a laugh. “But, really, are you sure about this?” He rubbed her side gingerly, taking care not to hit any of her bruises.

“Of course,” Lin grinned at him. “But you better start training again - sounds like this Korra would be a tough kid to manage.” She patted his chest.

“Train you say?” Tenzin had a glint in his eye. “Why don’t we start now,” He picked up his surprised wife as he carried her in the direction of their bedroom. “Let’s get you all limbered up and flexible then let’s give your sister a call so I can give her a blow-by-blow account on how you need not be a dancer to limber up.” Laughter trailed behind him as Lin made sure to metalbend their door close.

Yes, they treasured quiet Friday nights at home like this.

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Follow-up fanfic: The Airbender’s Wife: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

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thelastspeecher · 4 years

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All right, here’s the last thing I have written up for the Avatar AU so far. I’ll probably write more at some point, but this is all I got right now. Enjoy Stan beginning his Avatar training.

(As a note: This AU is a collaborative effort, with @vulpixen, @bluestuffeh, and @nour386 involved in its development.)

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Stan walked into the kitchen, his vision still bleary from sleep. He yawned widely, stretched, and scratched his back.

“Good morning, Stan,” chirped someone at the kitchen table.

“Mornin’, Sally,” Stan grunted, recognizing the speaker by their voice. He opened the fridge to find breakfast. “So, when are the Fire Sages supposed to show up?”

“They’re already here,” Ma McGucket replied. Stan froze. The handle of the fridge slipped from his suddenly weak grip. He turned to face the kitchen table. Ma McGucket wasn’t alone. The Fire Sages were sitting with her.

“Uh…” Stan stared. “…Hi?”

“Greetings, young avatar,” said the Fire Sage with the most ornate headdress. Stan swallowed nervously. “We are excited to make your acquaintance, Avatar Stan.”

Avatar Stan. Bile rose in Stan’s throat. Avatar Stan.

“We look forward to testing your mastery of firebending,” the Fire Sage continued. Stan nodded. “Sally has told us that you seem to be very familiar with the more martial aspects. That’s a good start.”

“Yeah, I, uh…” Stan rubbed the back of his neck. “I got some training in firebending fighting when I was a kid.”

“Excellent.” The Fire Sages rose from the table. “Care to begin your assessment?”

“Um, I haven’t had breakfast yet,” Stan pointed out. He looked at Sally helplessly. Sally nodded slightly.

“Please, come outside with me while the Avatar gets ready for the day. I can show you the area where I thought the assessment could take place,” she said, her noble heritage showing in the gracious way she kicked the sages out of the kitchen. Stan smiled gratefully at her as she left. He opened the fridge again.

Now…breakfast.

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Stan laid flat on his back, spread-eagled, staring up at the sky blankly. Light footsteps sounded nearby.

“You all right there?” a voice asked, amused. Stan let out a long groan. The speaker, Angie, chuckled and sat next to him. “Those Fire Sages really put ya through the wringer.”

“They had to test my bending,” Stan grunting, pushing himself up into a sitting position as well. He winced. “Where’s your dad? I could use some healing.”

“Let me!” Lute said eagerly, rushing over. “Take off yer shirt.”

“You always try to get me to take off my clothes,” Stan muttered. He removed the shirt anyways. Lute bended water from the nearby pond, hovering it over Stan’s bruises and lacerations. Stan let out a sigh. “That’s better.”

“How’d the test go?” Lute asked. Stan shrugged. “Don’t move while I’m healin’ ya!”

“It went all right, I think. I was able to do everything they asked except for lightning.” Stan scowled. “I never got the hang of lightning.”

“Well, not to offend ya or anything, but you don’t exactly have the right state of mind fer lightningbending,” Angie said. “It requires a calm mind free of conflict and personal strife. Yer lackin’ in both those things.” Stan rolled his eyes. “What’s next, if ya passed?”

“I guess…airbending.”

“And if ya didn’t pass?”

“More firebending training.” Stan directed his scowl at the ground. “I don’t really want that, though. Kinda got my fill of it as a kid, y’know?”

“No,” Lute and Angie said together. Lute sent the water back to the pond.

“We enjoyed our trainin’,” he said.

“Yeah, that’s ‘cause you have good parents. Mine aren’t,” Stan said firmly. The Fire Sages approached. “Shit.” Stan hurriedly slipped on his shirt and stood. Lute and Angie got to their feet as well. “…So?” he asked once the Fire Sages had stopped in front of him.

“You’ve passed,” the head Fire Sage said. Stan’s jaw dropped.

“Wait, really?”

“Yes. We would prefer if you were capable of the cold fire, but it’s not a skill that we require when determining mastery.” The head Fire Sage smiled. “We’ve already contacted the Western Air Temple. They’ll be sending an air bison to take you for your training next week.” Stan’s mouth went dry. “One thing we need to address will also be your animal guide.”

“Oh, I figured that Shanklin would be my animal guide,” Stan said. The Fire Sages frowned. “Shanklin? My dragon?”

“…You have a dragon?” the head Fire Sage asked. Stan nodded.

“I found his egg while I was homeless and kept it. Not long after I moved in with the McGuckets, he hatched.”

“And you named him…Shanklin,” one of the Fire Sages said.

“Yep.”

“Why not something more traditional and noble, like Shen or Mizumi?” the Fire Sage probed. Stan shrugged.

“I liked Shanklin. So I went with Shanklin.” Lute frowned at Stan.

“Wait, Shanklin is a dragon? The way you talked ‘bout him, I thought he was some sort of possum-raccoon,” Lute said. Stan grinned.

“Heh, yeah, he acts like one.”

“We would like to see this…Shanklin,” the head Fire Sage said.

“Sure thing. But first, uh, just so you know, I’m not gonna go on my training trip alone.” Stan put an arm each around Lute and Angie’s shoulders. “I’m bringing my crew with me. The Stang.”

“The Stang?” Angie asked.

“Like ‘gang’ but also my name.”

“Pretty sure that’s been used before.”

“Whatever.” Stan looked at the head Fire Sage. “These guys are my Team Avatar. So they come with me.” The Fire Sages seemed a bit disgruntled by the announcement, but after a moment, bowed.

“As you wish, young Avatar. We’ll be back tomorrow to meet Shanklin and discuss the specifics of your trip to the temple.” As the Fire Sages walked away, Lute punched Stan roughly.

“Were ya thinkin’ of askin’ us ‘fore ya decided we were goin’ to go travel the world with ya?” Lute asked, feigning anger.

“Are you gonna turn it down?” Stan asked.

“No, but-”

“Then I don’t see what the problem is.”

“Ha!” Angie let out a bark of laughter. “I love yer style, Stan. Oh, sorry.” Angie bowed. “Avatar Stan.”

“Shut up,” Stan muttered.

Angie snickered.

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“Excellent work today, young Avatar,” Ami, Stan’s airbending teacher, said, bowing to him. “You’re a natural airbender.”

“I’ve always been a big fan of freedom,” Stan said, grinning crookedly. “Makes sense I’d be good at the element of it.” Ami laughed. “I’ll see you guys at dinner.” Ami nodded and walked away. Stan turned to Angie and Lute, who had been watching his training session. At least, he thought they were watching his training session.

Lute was bending a small orb of water, tossing it between his hands, while Angie stared down at the ground with a frown. Stan cleared his throat. Lute and Angie looked up. The orb of water fell to the ground. Angie grinned at Stan.

“Good work bein’ the leaf,” she said snarkily. Stan crossed his arms.

“Are you making fun of me?” he asked. Angie got off the small rock chair she had bended when Stan’s session started. With a quick stomp, the chair melted back into the ground.

“What? Never,” she said, walking over. “I’m very proud of ya fer doin’ so well.”

“If anything, she’s makin’ fun of airbendin’,” Lute said, pulling up the water he had dropped and sending it into the flask he kept by his side. Angie side-eyed Lute.

“I wouldn’t do that,” she said pointedly. “Airbending is a noble bending art that almost went extinct. I wouldn’t dream of mockin’ it.” She crossed her arms. “Even if it’s beyond comprehension,” she muttered. Stan raised an eyebrow.

“Beyond comprehension? I comprehend it just fine. Airbending is all about thinking on your feet, listening to your instincts.”

“Don’t go too hard on her,” Lute said. “She’s an earthbender. She’s used to a stubborn element, not an easygoin’ one. She don’t understand the importance of goin’ with the flow and lettin’ things happen sometimes.” A small pebble hit Lute in the shoulder. “Hey!”

“You say that like fire don’t require a firm hand,” Angie scoffed. “Honestly, firebendin’ has more in common with earthbendin’ than airbendin’.”

“You’re probably right about that,” Stan agreed. He nudged a toe against the ground. “But…I dunno. I learned pretty early on how important it is to pay attention to your surroundings and adapt to any changes.” He looked back up. Angie’s jaw was set firmly. Something smoldered in Lute’s eyes. “…What?”

“Air is defensive. Fire is offensive. Hearin’ that ya learned at a young age how to act in a way inherently dif’rent from ya ain’t good,” Angie snarled. “A firebender child shouldn’t be in a situation where they have to hide instead of forge forward.”

“What are you implying?” Stan asked. Lute and Angie exchanged a look. “Spit it out, McGuckets.”

“What exactly made yer parents so bad?” Lute asked quietly. Stan froze. “You haven’t told us any specifics, just that they weren’t good, that they spent all their attention on yer brother, and you didn’t enjoy learnin’ yer native element.” He tapped his chin. “Actually, no, that list includes a couple specifics.”

“What’s done is done,” Stan grunted. He crossed his arms. “It’s not important what my parents were like, okay? Actually, it’s good, if you think about it. I picked up airbending right away ‘cause of them!”

“That’s one way to look at it,” Lute mumbled. Angie huffed. “Angie, he wants us to drop it. We should drop it.”

“Fine.” Angie shifted her stance slightly. A rock hovered in the air for a brief moment, then sped towards Stan. Stan caught it with his hand. Angie smirked. “That won’t cut it when ya learn earthbending, Stan.”

“Good thing I’m not doing it yet, then,” Stan retorted, tossing the rock in his hands. He chucked it over his shoulder. “Let’s go eat. Being the leaf is hungry work.”

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jasmine-curse-breaker-adlawa · 4 years

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How Waterbending was Banned from the Slytherin Common Room

Christmas Break had just ended and just about all the Slytherins were gathered in the Common Room trying to catch up with each other despite only returning mere hours ago.

Purebloods and some Halfbloods were torn between bragging about Winter Homes or family trips made over the break while other Halfbloods and Muggleborns were reveling each other with tales about what shows they caught up with while in Muggle territory and the craziness that came with Muggle-required family gatherings.

Jasmine Adlawa found herself in the midst of a heated debate on which popular forms of magic in Muggle media was considered “logical”. The topics ranged from ancient human myths to movies (mainly Disney from what Jasmine understood) and most importantly: Avatar the Last Airbender.

“Besides the Avatar, what element would you want to bend?” One of the younger students asked eagerly, eyes shining with excitement. “I wanna be an earthbender!” She cheers, mimicking an Earthbender pose. “What about you?” Her eyes fell on an older student who crossed his arms and huffed haughtily.

“Firebending, obviously!” He grouched “Fire is the element of power-” He held up his wand and cast a weak Incendio spell, creating a flame at the tip of his wand “-what other element is better for a Slytherin than fire?”

At this, Jasmine cackled loudly “Fire? Are you serious?” She gets up from her spot on the floor and stands in front of the giant window showing the depths of the Black Lake. “Do you not see this???” Jasmine crouches and mimes pulling the water of the lake into the common room. “We are literally given the perfect location to be waterbenders! Waterbending is way more powerful than firebending!”

The older student laughed loudly “Are you serious?” He gets up and strides over to Jasmine before tapping on the glass “You waterbenders can’t generate your own element, if you don’t have a source of water-” he roughly shoved her into the wall behind her “-then you’re powerless.”

Their section of the Common Room went dead silent.

“H-hey, maybe we should calm down.” The first year said “I-I mean all elements have their strengths and weaknesses right?”

There were a few nods of agreement but no one made a move.

Suddenly, Jasmine broke into laughter.

Heads slowly began to turn as the older student growled and stomped his foot before pushing an accusing finger in Jasmine’s face. “Are you laughing at me?!” He growled, ironically sounding like Season 1 Zuko.

“Pffftttt a little.” Jasmine admitted with a wolfish grin as she straightened herself up. She took a deep breath and rolled her shoulders back before assuming a neutral waterbending stance. “Yeah, waterbending does require having a source to bend from. But guess what’s full of water?”

Her grin widened to something almost evil and she lunged forward to grab the other student’s shirt. “Your blood.” She shoved him back enough to knock off his balance and gave her room to slowly circle him. “Your body is filled with water, if I were a waterbender, I could freeze the blood in your heart and kill you from the inside out.”

The other student’s eyes widened as he whirled around to glare at her.

“The air has water in it as well,” Jasmine continued, not reacting to any show of aggression or fear he showed her. “I could freeze the air in your lungs or the air around you. I don’t need to have a lake or a water skein full of liquid. I can take the water around me and use it in ways you couldn’t even imagine.”

Silence prevailed once more as Jasmine and her opponent stared each other down.

“This kinda makes me glad we don’t have bending abilities.” Someone whispered in the crowd around them.

“We kinda do.” The self-proclaimed firebender said, giving Jasmine a quick side-eye glare before raising his wand to cast another weak Incendio.

“A-and we have Aguamenti!” Rowan piped up, raising an empty bowl to demonstrate the creation of water.

“And doesn’t Stupefy technically count as airbending?” A sixth year added.

“What about earthbending?” Someone else asked.

“I guess if you use Leviosa on a boulder it could count as earthbending.”

“Nah, I think that’s more like using the Force.”

“Wait, what’s the Force?

“Conversation for another time, my dude. I’ll tell you later.”

Jasmine’s giggles sliced through the crowd “Who says we’re just limited to using Aguamenti to waterbend?” She grinned and quickly dashed up to her dorm room and back with a pair of black gloves.

She sat herself in the middle of the room and placed both gloves on the floor. She took out her wand and aimed it at the gloves. “Before anyone asks, no, I won’t teach this spell, it’s my mom’s and she’s still working out the kinks. Second of all-” She took a deep breath and assumed a stance “-Ditio aquam!”

The wand shot out a blast of blue-white energy at the gloves momentarily blinding the surrounding area.

“Your mom invented a new light spell?” The older student from earlier sassed from his brooding post at the end of a couch.

Jasmine stuck her tongue out at him but ignored him in favor of putting away her wand before putting on the gloves. “Rowan, mind holding out that cup of water for me?” She asked her friend, widening her stance before holding up her hands.

Rowan did as requested and held out the bowl which contained the water summoned from Aguamenti. Jasmine shifted her weight, rocking back and forth, tugging the water along with her movements.

“She’s bending!!” The first year shouted excitedly, pushing forward to see the bending up close.

A crowd quickly formed around Jasmine as she began exaggerating her movements, causing the water to rise and fall with each movement. “I’m afraid this is all the bending stances I know, I haven’t been able to find ways to look up waterbending movements.” She admitted, trying to pull the water in an upward motion to create a small wave.

“Let me try!!” A muggleborn student pushed his way to the front with an excited look plastered on his face. “I’ve got all the books about the Avatar series at home and my sister helped me learn the waterbending movements since she teaches Yang T’ai chi ch’uan!”

Jasmine grinned and took off the gloves before handing them to him. “Knock yourself out!” She plopped down next to Rowan and watched as her housemate began fidgeting with the gloves, trying to get them to fit on his hands.

Within seconds he began pushing and pulling the water in the bowl before lifting the water in the air. He weaved his arms and flowed with the liquid, making it fly into the air and dance around like a dragon.

The next few minutes were spent watching as the muggleborn (who had introduced himself as Bohai) spun the water around like a kite, dancing with the water while everyone watched and applauded. Even the Purebloods who had feigned disinterest at the current antics began watching in rapt attention.

“What is the meaning of this?!” Snape’s sharp and authoritative voice boomed in the common room, halting all activities.

Bohai panicked and reacted to Snape’s intrusion by throwing the water at his head in a self-defense reflex.

Everyone collectively gasped as Snape’s distinctive growl rumbled through the common room.

“SCATTER!!” Someone screamed, causing the common room to erupt into chaos as multiple students threw smoke bombs at the ground or cast smoke charms as everyone scrambled to rush into their dorm rooms.

Needless to say, Snape had banned any and all use of magic or “bending” in the Slytherin common room for a solid month.

#waterbending #firebending #slytherin #severus snape #jasmine adlawa #harry potter #hogwarts mystery #hphm #harry potter hogwarts mystery #hphpm mc #hphm oc #jasmine's hijinks #rowan khanna

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live-laugh-larceny · 4 years

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I took my crack post and made it serious

ATLA AU featuring earthbender Roman, firebender Patton, airbender Virgil, and waterbender Logan reflecting on how they feel about their respective elements. No spoilers for the show, just vague rambling.

Part 1/4: Roman

no warnings i can think of

Roman knows that he is fortunate to be blessed with a connection to the elements. He knows that it is a gift to feel the pulsing heartbeat of the earth. It is a miracle that solid stone breaks before him, that he bends the foundation of the world to his will. And yet.

Earthbending feels unnatural to him. The stances are stiff where Roman wants to be fluid, grounded where Roman wants to jump and dance, and single-minded where Roman’s creativity longs to be set free. Roman is a creature ruled by passion and impulse and honor, and he chafes under the heavy shackles of earthbending tradition.

He tries to make art sometimes, to bend in a way that feels right to him, but he can never seem to shape his creations how he wants to. Roman sees beautiful things in his mind’s eye: intricate vases and delicate statues and hypnotizing patterns carved into sun-bleached stone, but his visions don’t transfer well to the world proper. The vases are chipped and misshapen, figures malformed, patterns twisted and ugly.

Roman stops trying after a while. Earthbending is about what is real, after all. Chasing his harebrained fantasies was never going to work out anyway.

Roman drifts, travelling aimlessly from village to village. He’s not sure what he’s looking for, but he supposes he’ll understand when he finds it. Destiny was strange like that. And Roman knew he had to be here for something… right? He doesn’t have the strength to consider the alternative.

He sees dancers unlike any from the Earth Kingdom, spinning and twirling, fire dancing in their eyes and across their fingertips. Roman stares, rooted to the spot, as one performs slow, fluid motions, two fingers extended on each hand. Lightning crackles to life, arcing wildly across their body before they stand and let it discharge, the bolts flickering joyfully into the darkening sky. The crowd roars with the echoing thunder, but Roman hears nothing. His heart aches as he thinks about how exhilarating it must feel to command fire and lightning, to feel the heat dancing over his skin with no fear of being burned.

Guilt sits heavy and rancid in the pit of Roman’s stomach. He is so lucky to be able to bend at all, yet he seems determined to scorn the spirits’ gifts at every turn. Disgusted with himself, Roman whirls around and stomps the ground, sending a shockwave away from the crowd. Only a few turn in mild curiosity or annoyance, as Roman had been standing apart from them. Always an outsider, he thinks wryly.

It happens so quickly he almost doesn’t notice. The dancers behind him produce plumes of orange flame, illuminating the damaged ground. Roman glimpses his footprint and the cracks that proliferate from it, jagged marks running in wild, zigzagging patterns. For an instant, the cracks glow yellow in the dying light of the dancers’ fire. For an instant, Roman sees lightning of his own creation.

Bathed in the flickering firelight, Roman lets the raucous, infectious joy of the dancers and the villagers wash over him. He smiles.

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Thanks for reading!! Patton’s will be next at some point. I wouldn’t get your hopes up because I even put off things I want to do somehow

#sanders sides #roman sanders #atla #i fail to shut my ever flapping gobtalker #woah did i write something #it took forever thats why im splitting it sorryy #larceny's loquatiousness #yea i think thats gonna be my writing tag #not like im gonna write much but still #atla au

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cyberpiratestarlight · 6 years

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There’s nothing to get back to

~Family

'Are you sure you're ready, Princess?' Toph asked.

Azula took a deep breath. 'As ready as I'll ever be.'

She could feel Katara's worried look in her back. She knew the Waterbender didn't trust her completely - and Azula couldn't blame her for it. If she were her, she wouldn't have trusted herself either.

She was still a princess of the nation they were about to attack, after all.

'You'll be fine,' Zuko said, softly squeezing her shoulder.

'Of course I'll be fine,' Azula said harshly, turning away from him. 'Stop acting like I'm a liability.'

She was essential to their plan and they all knew it. It was probably also the reason why Katara seemed so worried. She kept looking at Aang, as if she feared Azula would again try to put a lightning bolt in his back.

'So the plan is simple,' Sokka said. 'We'll have to make sure to be in the palace before the eclipse starts. Azula will lead the way to where the Fire Lord will be and Aang will defeat him. Any questions?'

They already knew the plan by heart. If anyone still had a question by now, it wouldn't be a good sign.

'I can sense your heartbeat, you know,' Toph said to Azula when they watched the ships being loaded. 'Seeing as you're always perfectly capable of controlling it, it makes me worry that you must be really scared.'

Azula didn't respond.

'And I'm not stupid,' Toph continued. 'If something's bad enough to really scare you, I should be scared as well. What is it?'

'What do you think?' Azula grumbled.

'I have no idea, that's why I'm asking.'

'Just leave me alone,' Azula said before stomping away.

0o0o0o0

'It's only a few weeks since she left the Fire Nation,' Katara said. 'I still don't think…'

'We wouldn't be able to pull it off without her,' Sokka said. 'She and Zuko are the only firebenders we have, and, well…'

He eyes Zuko nervously.

Zuko rolled his eyes. 'Yes, you can say it: she's the better bender.'

'If she turns against us…'

Zuko shook his head. 'I trust her.'

'Of course you trust her,' Katara growled. 'I'm not sure that helps me, since I don't trust you either.'

'Come on, Katara,' Aang said.

Katara was silent as she looked at Aang's shaved head. 'I'm just scared, that's all…' she said softly. Worried. 'She never explained why she suddenly changed sides.'

Zuko sighed.

'You know it, don't you?' Sokka asked him.

Zuko shrugged. 'It's not my place to tell you, but…' He looked over his shoulder and didn't see his sister anywhere.

'Azula always had a difficult relationship with my mother. She felt as if she didn't love her, which in turn caused her to turn to father. She always was his favourite - but only when she was the perfect princess.'

Zuko sighed. 'She always trained, she tried everything to get his attention - and that only caused my mother to spend more time with me and less with her.'

'So she was a daddy's girl? How's that supposed to help me convince to trust her?' Katara said.

'I wasn't done. All Azula ever wanted was our father's favour - and she had it. But when she brought me back from my banishment - she told him I was the one who killed the Avatar. And suddenly, all his attention was on my, his heir, once more. I think it made Azula realise he never loved her. Not really.'

'So she wants revenge?' Sokka asked, frowning.

'I don't think so,' Zuko said. 'I think she was just done with trying to impress him.'

0o0o0o0

Azula stood on the front of the ship, eyeing the shore of the Fire Nation. Zuko stood beside her, ready to help her to fight off any fire that was thrown at them.

Not that she needed any help.

They slowly progressed, the two firebenders making sure their vehicles weren't hit. Azula had a few openings to throw some lightning as well, but she didn't. Zuko noticed, but didn't comment. These people were still their people, in some way, after all. It was only a few weeks since they had left and Azula had played a big role in preparing the Fire Nation for this day.

The reached the shore and Azula jumped of the ship. A few firebender ran towards them. 'It's the princess!' one of them yelled.

Azula smirked. She still was the princess - and she wouldn't let them forget it. Taking a deep breath, she threw her recognisable blue fire at them.

They yelled and jumped away from it, the flames too potent to bend through.

'No time to brag right now, Azula!' Zuko yelled.

Azula rolled her eyes as she let some flames disappear with the wave of her hand. She could still feel the power of the sun.

She had become quicker in generation lighting. Sending it into the ground before a group of running soldiers, they were blown away and stunned.

'Nice one!' Sokka yelled.

They hurried towards the palace. Azula concentrated more on the defensive, making sure no one of their little group was hurt. It felt wrong to attack these people, but she had no problem defending herself when being attacked.

The palace. Home. Both Zuko and Azula felt a bang of painful nostalgia as they entered. Only a few weeks ago…

'Follow me!' Azula yelled, making a sharp left and running towards the entrance of the underground tunnels.

When she was walking, she suddenly felt it.

'The eclipse has started,' she mumbled.

'Can you feel it?' Toph asked.

Azula nodded. She tried to produce a flame, but only a small wave of smoke appeared. She felt horrible - as if some essential part of herself was missing.

They hadn't been fast enough - it would them at least take another two or three minutes to reach the room where her father was.

Azula cursed. 'We need to hurry!'

00o0o0

The doors were as imposing as ever. Azula stopped right in front of them. 'We're here,' she said.

She looked at Aang. 'Are you ready, Avatar?'

Aang nodded. 'I am ready,' he said, but Azula didn't need earthbending to sense the trembles in his voice.

'Time to blow up this door, then,' she said, stepping aside to make sure she wouldn't get hit. Aang tried airbending.

'Fool, these doors are built to withstand even the most powerful firebending,' Azula grunted. 'You can't blow them open'

Suddenly, her evil princess side surfaced again, Toph thought. She stamped the ground, trying to force the doors to open.

Only a small crack appeared.

'You're a metalbender!' Azula almost yelled. She had assumed she wouldn't have to spell it out.

'Oh, yeah, right,' Toph said a little sheepishly.

'Hurry up, there are only a few minutes left!' Sokka said.

Azula feared that was a very optimistic guess.

It took Toph more time to expected to open the door. She was a metalbender, but the door was very strong. Fire could melt metal, so they wouldn't use a thin layer.

Eventually, they could enter.

'Prince Zuko… I can't say I'm surprised to see you here, a fullflown traitor. But Princess Azula, my own daughter…'

Azula swallowed, determined not to let his words have any effect on her. She was doing the right thing.

'Are you really sure you went down the right path?' Ozai continued. Even though it was very dark, they could see he was surrounded by a small army.

Azula could feel Zuko's arm brush against hers. 'Don't listen to him, Az,' he said. 'He's trying to get under your skin.'

'You take orders from your brother now, I see?' Ozai said.

Azula gritted her teeth. 'Get it over with,' she said to Aang. He was about to attack, when she could suddenly feel it.

The torches burnt suddenly very bright and they all felt the need to take a few steps backwards. Only Azula kept standing, relishing in the feeling of the return of the sun.

'It's not too late for you, you know,' Ozai said. 'You've made a mistake - blinded by your brother's guidance. It's a grave mistake, but I could oversee it, if you mended it.'

Azula had always believed in the Fire Nation's goodness. Until Zuko suddenly asked her if she had noticed how the entire world seemed to hate them. Azula had retaliated by saying that was pure jealousy.

She had always been a good liar, but also very good in discovering lies.

'Kill the Avatar and you'll be welcomed back home - my prodigal daughter, crown princess of the Fire Nation, pride of the people… and her father, of course.'

Azula knew Toph was checking her heartbeat and she tried to keep it steady. 'We need to leave,' Sokka said in a tone he probably thought hushed.

'We could even pretend it was part of your plan all along… and maybe it was? My daughter has always been very good in planning. That's how she managed to take over the unbreachable city, something the Fire Nation hadn't succeeded in in over 100 years.'

Zuko grabbed her wrist. 'Let's go,' he said

Azula knew she was being manipulated - but she wanted to believe his words and the pride in his voice so badly.

'Or do you think staying with them is the better option?' Ozai said. 'They don't even trust you - and neither does Zuko.' He smirked. 'Azula, I'm your father. I am family. Make the wise decision.'

'Azula, he's lying,' Zuko said.

Ozai raised one eyebrow. 'You have a habit of saying that, prince Zuko. I can remember you telling your mother that 'Azula always lies'.'

Azula yanked her hand away.

'Azula…'

'He and your mother always thought you were a monster, Azula.'

Zuko frowned. 'You're the one who put that idea in her mind!' he exclaimed. 'Azula, don't believe him. We never thought that.'

'Can you truly believe him, Azula?' Ozai said.

Azula had always prided herself on her intuition. Even before Toph had said it, she had already realised it.

'It's a trap!' she screamed, at the same time a lightning bolt lit up the room and threw the soldiers behind them away.

'Run!' Azula yelled.

'Stop them!' Ozai yelled.

Azula turned back in time to see the lightning bolts. 'Azula!' Toph yelled. She jumped forward, catching them.

She could do this.

Ozai's eyes widened in surprise as his own lightning bolt was used to stun his soldiers.

'Mother might believed I was a monster, but you turned me into one,' Azula said.

'You fool,' Ozai yelled. 'I gave you a change to get back what you've lost!'

'You never really cared about me, father,' Azula said. 'So I don't really think there's something to get back.'

She turned around a followed her friends.

#Azulaweek2018 #Azulaweek #Azula #Ozai #Zuko #Toph #Aang #Avatar #Atla #Avatar The Last Airbender #fanfiction avatar #fanfic #myfanfic

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sapphicalexaandra · 6 years

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The Tale of Two Lovers

Pairing: Jace/Alec

Rating: T

Summary: Alec and Jace are trapped in a labyrinth, struggling to find a way to get out. Until they found an engraved tomb of two legendary lovers...

AKA Avatar: The Last Airbender s02e02 'The Cave of Two Lovers'. Jalec version.

Notes: Is this going to be a thing? Me rewriting Jalec as my past OTPs? Maybe... Anyway, as you can see this is based on the show/cartoon Avatar: The Last Airbender, and the ship AangxKatara. There are two stories weaved in this fic, in the main one Jace and Alec are young, around 13-15, while they're of age in the other one. Just so you know. Also, there are a lot of peculiar aspects in this universe, so whoever doesn't know it, just run with it... (a little help, this is the Appa you'll read about)

p.s. you can thank @lightwoodizm for a certain happy twist, the original version didn't go exactly like that, but i made a promise to cheer it up ;)

“Jace, look!” Alec’s voice echoed in the tunnel.

He had been losing hope of ever getting out of that labyrinth, yet there it was...

“We found the exit!” Jace exclaimed, as if on cue, after seeing where Alec had pointed at.

They shared a look of joy, before they rushed towards the door, Appa following right behind them.

But the door wouldn’t open for how much they strained themselves to push it.

Suddenly, however, they heard an insistent roar and giant feet stomping on the ground.

As much as he disliked being trapped in a dark and suffocating maze, Alec knew that it was nothing compared to what Appa must’ve been feeling. Flying bison surely weren’t meant for the underground.

Appa’s desperation was more than understandable, then, as he used it all to charge the door, and Jace and Alec both shouted in panic before they managed to get out of the way as fast as they could.

That worked. The round door was pushed until it landed on the ground on the other side, leaving a hole in its place. Jace and Alec quickly passed through it...only to find themselves still in the cave.

“This isn't the exit,” Alec realized in a quiet voice.

Jace had gone ahead. “No,” he said, almost solemnly, surveying the chamber below them. They were on a balcony. “It's a tomb.”

Alec approached the edge, the light of his torch illuminating that wide space. Appa roared in frustration.

They silently climbed down the stairs, until they reached the tomb placed right at the center of the room.

“It must be the two lovers from the legend. That's who's buried here,” Jace suggested.

Alec illuminated the tomb. The stone was engraved with inscriptions and illustrations. A mountain could be seen on the first brick.

And Alec remembered the song that one of the nomads who had led them into those caves had sang to them.

Two lovers, forbidden from one another,

A war divides their people,

And a mountain divides them apart.

Built a path to be together...

“These pictures tell their story,” Alec said.

Jace looked at him, before they both leaned closer, and Alec started reading.

“They met on top of the mountain that divided their two villages...”

***

The mountain was his favorite refuge. It was the only place where he could go and be away; from his family, his obligations, the war.

That time, however, it was already occupied.

Alexander froze as he spotted the other boy, laying on the grass as if he were in his own home. His first instinct, as was usual for him, was to be annoyed. That was his place.

When the boy opened one bright blue eye and looked up at him, smiling brighter than the sun, however, Alexander could only be charmed.

***

“The villages were enemies, so they could not be together.”

***

“By the spirits, what are you doing here?” Alexander shouted in a whisper, tearing himself away from Jonathan’s surprise-hold.

Jonathan shouldn’t be in his village, in his house, while his parents were right next door, and anyone could...

“Are you not happy to see me?” Jonathan asked, putting on a pout that he knew Alexander wouldn’t be able to resist.

Alexander averted his eyes. “No, I’m not.”

But Jonathan had already inched closer towards him, a smirk opening on his face that reminded Alexander of the cat about to catch the mouse. When Jonathan placed his hands on his waist and drew him towards himself, however, Alexander was all to happy to let himself be caught.

Jonathan’s lips tasted better than any festivity’s meal, any water after a long day of work, or any other single thing in the world. Alexander kissed them with all the abandon he would ever allow himself, and Jonathan responded in equal measure. They opened their mouths to deepen the kiss, their tongues touching each other in the warmest of greetings, and a moan was already building at the back of Alexander’s throat.

“Alexander, dinner is on the table!” came his mother’s warning, followed by footsteps approaching the door.

They broke apart with stifled gasps, and Alexander quickly grabbed Jonathan’s arms to push him towards the window he had come in from.

“I’m coming, mother!” he shouted back.

Jonathan was already on the other side of the window, and Alexander had meant to simply tell him goodbye, but he was pulled by the lapels of his shirt into another kiss. Or more than one.

“Go, go,” he murmured against Jonathan’s lips.

Jonathan disappeared into the night.

***

“But their love was strong, and they found a way. The two lovers learned earthbending from the badger-moles. They became the first earthbenders. They built elaborate tunnels, so they could meet secretly. Anyone who tried to follow them would be lost forever in the labyrinth.”

***

Legends had always been whispered in their two villages, about their ancestors having received the power to move the earth from giant lion-turtles. However, knowledge had been lost of how to use it...

Nobody, apparently, had ever thought to look at their animal neighbors. Badger-moles were known for their ability to build their own tunnels, so why not try asking for their help?

Alexander had to admit that he had been skeptic when Jonathan had first suggested that...yet, learning earthbending truly turned out to be the best decision they’d ever made. Looking at the animals’ movements, they tapped into their dormant, inner powers, until the earth responded to them like an extended limb.

Creating a Labyrinth under the mountain where they’d first met was the next logical step.

Alexander now walked through the tunnels with lightness in his steps, secure in the knowledge of who he’d find at the center of the maze.

And there he was, indeed.

Jonathan was waiting for him in a secret chamber, and Alexander didn’t waste time. He ran towards him, catching him in a hug before raising him from the ground and spinning him around in joy. The sound of their laughter was the sole to be heard in the room.

“Someone’s happy,” Jonathan teased him.

“I love you,” Alexander could only respond.

And he drew him in for a kiss, not parting from it even as they lowered themselves on the ground.

Making love in the darkness felt like a balm to their souls.

***

“But one day one of them didn’t come. The other, left behind, had a terrible presentiment, and he rushed towards his village. He had been right. His lover was about to be killed, caught in the conflict between their people. To save him, the man unleashed a terrible display of his earthbending power. He could have destroyed them all. But, instead, he declared the war over.”

***

“Leave him alone!” Alexander shouted to the man who had a sword at his lover’s throat.

The man turned around, and Alexander recognized him as his old teacher. But he couldn’t care. Stomping his foot on the ground, a block of earth sprung from it and hit the man, throwing him away from Jonathan.

Jonathan stared back at him in shock, and only that could’ve brought Alexander to notice that the other soldiers surrounding them had seen his display. But he was done playing games.

Alexander spread out his arms, focusing all his energy on the ground beneath him, until it started to tremble. Until the entire village was quaking. People started shouting in fear. The ones surrounding Alexander were running away form him, but he didn’t let them. He trapped their feet in the earth.

By that point, Jonathan had risen, too. With their combined powers, they separated enemy from enemy, trapped the ones who wanted to escape, brought the entire village, friends and foes, to its knees.

Then, after rising themselves on pedestals from where everyone could see them, they stopped. The crowd below stared at them in a mix of fear and awe.

“This conflict has gone on for too long,” Alec spoke loudly. “Can’t you see who is standing right next to you? A mother. A father. A sibling. A friend. A lover.”

“We’re all the same,” Jonathan continued. “Do you really want to spend the rest of your lives killing each other, and for what...a piece of land?”

Alexander looked at Jonathan with a light in his eyes, before he addressed the people again. “I love this man, and he loves me. I don’t care that he’s supposed to be my enemy. I...we chose love. But we love our homes, too. Our families. We don’t want to abandon it, nor either of you. So the choice is up to all of you. Do you want to walk the light with us and be able to build a better future?”

***

“Both villages helped the two lovers build a new city where they would live together in peace. The great city became a monument to their love.”

***

“Not bad, is it?” Jonathan asked in a low, teasing voice, sneaking up behind Alexander on the balcony and wrapping his arms around his middle.

Alexander placed his hands over his husband’s, his lips curling up in a smile as he admired the city below them.

“Indeed. I wouldn’t mind living here forever, what do you say?” he asked him.

Jonathan placed a kiss at the base of his neck. “My answer could only ever be yes, my love.”

Alexander smiled more.

***

Alec had reached the last brick, and stopped reading. He met Jace’s eyes for a moment, before they both turned around and found themselves in front of a statue as tall as the ceiling. The two lovers, kissing.

“Love is brightest in the dark,” Alec whispered with clear awe in his voice, reading the inscription between the two figures.

They both kept staring at the statue for a few long moments.

“How are we gonna find our way out of these tunnels?” Jace finally, worriedly, broke the silence.

“I have a crazy idea,” Alec started, his heart starting to hop in his chest.

“What?” Jace asked.

Alec paused, before averting his eyes. “Never mind,” he chuckled, “it's too crazy.”

“Alec, what is it?” Jace pressed on, turning further towards him.

“I – I was thinking, the curse says we'll be trapped in here forever unless we trust in love.”

“Right,” Jace agreed.

“And here it says, 'love is brightest in the dark'...” Alec reluctantly went on, “and has a picture of them kissing...”

“Where are you going with this?” Jace asked, still confused.

“Well, what if we...kissed?” Alec couldn’t help but look at Jace then, and he knew, he knew that he was blushing helplessly.

Jace’s eyebrows shot up, his face morphed by shock. “Us, kissing?”

Alec’s heart sank, and he turned around again, crossing his arms. “See? It was a crazy idea.”

“Us, kissing...” Jace repeated.

Alec started chuckling. “Us, kissing. What was I thinking? Can you imagine that?”

He dared sneak a glance at Jace again, and Jace immediately started laughing, too. “Yeah...I definitely wouldn't wanna kiss you!”

Jace made a horrified face, as if he had only just caught up with what had come out of his mouth.

Too late. Alec scoffed, trying to mask the biting disappointment gripping his insides. “Oh, well, I didn't realize it was such a horrible option. Sorry I suggested it!” he barked.

“No, no, I mean,” Jace took a step forward, his arms raised in surrender, “if there was a choice between kissing you and dying...”

Alec’s eyes widened, and he turned away from Jace. “Ah!” a sound of outrage escaped his lips.

“What?” Jace asked, alarm clear in his voice. “I'm saying I'd rather kiss you than die. That's a compliment!”

Alec was positively furious now. He had already known that there was no chance that the Avatar would ever choose him, but as he was the one who had saved Jace from the ice and who was following him through all the Nations to help him fulfill his purpose, he should at least deserve some decency, shouldn’t he?!

“Well, I'm not sure which I would rather do!” Alec burst out, before shoving the torch in Jace’s hands and stepping away, starting to make his way towards the chamber’s exit.

(He didn’t hear Jace saying crossly to himself, “What is wrong with me?”)

And they resumed walking through the tunnels in utter silence, Appa following them with heavy steps, his giant head dangling on the ground.

When, suddenly, Jace stopped, looking at the small flame left on the torch. “We're gonna run out of light any second now, aren't we?”

Alec sighed. “I think so.”

It was hopeless. How could they have found themselves in such a hopeless situation?

“Then what are we gonna do?” Jace asked him, his eyes wide. They were still shining, though, like they always seemed to do.

Alec made up his mind. He took a step forward and placed his hand over the one Jace had curled around the torch. “What can we do?”

They light kept flickering and flickering, dying down by the second, and Alec could only lean forward. He was surprised to see that Jace did that, too, not really looking like someone who was minding the situation like it had seemed earlier...

Everything was dark when Alec’s lips met Jace’s. It lasted only a moment, yet it felt like a lifetime. Alec doubted he’d ever forget the feel of it, and the slightly salty taste that was so purely Jace. When they opened their eyes, there was light, and Alec could see his own reflection in Jace’s pupils.

There was light.

They both shot their heads up towards the ceiling, looking, amazed, at the series of bright blue lights that followed the length of the tunnel.

“They’re some kind of crystals,” Jace said. “They must only light up in the dark!”

They were still holding hands above the spent remnants of the torch, but Alec didn’t even think of it as he kept on trying to find an explanation, “That's how the two lovers found each other...they just put out their lights and followed the crystals!”

They both traced the path with their eyes, and Alec pointed forward.

“That must be the way out!” he shouted.

They both laughed, elated, overjoyed at their imminent salvation. Still without thinking, Alec turned back towards Jace and hugged him tightly.

Spirits, had he really just kissed Jace?

They quickly let go.

“So, um...” Jace murmured, not looking him in the eyes.

“Let's go!” Alec said, before he started to run towards the exit.

He heard Appa follow right back, then Jace, and they were out in no time.

The light of day had never looked so good, fresh air had never been so...fresh. Appa roared in happiness and slumped on the ground, completely spent. Jace and Alec laughed.

Jace then looked around. “What about Izzy?”

Before Alec could say anything, there was a sudden blast, and they covered their eyes as a giant badger-mole emerged from the mountain behind them. On top of it...

“Izzy!” Alec exclaimed, a huge smile on his face.

Izzy slid down along the badger-mole hairy side, and she quickly ran towards them. “How did you guys get out?”

“Just like the legend says,” Jace said, shrugging, not without sneaking a glance at Alec, “we let love lead the way.”

Alec stayed silent.

“Really?” Izzy looked pointedly at Alec, raising a surprised eyebrow. Damn little sisters. “We let huge ferocious beasts lead our way,” she explained with a cocky smile.

They turned around to look at the nomads get on the ground just as well, before they all waved at the badger-moles as the beasts went back inside the mountain.

Then Alec hugged Izzy in relief, while Jace went to greet the others.

“Why is your forehead all red?” Alec asked her, frowning.

Right then, one of the nomads approached them covertly. “Nobody react to what I'm about to tell you...I think that kid might be the Avatar.”

Izzy smacked her forehead so hard that the redness only increased. Alec forced himself not to laugh. That explained it. Surely, her analytically-minded sister must’ve had a lot of...fun, with free spirited nomads.

“So, are you guys gonna come to the city with us?” Alec heard Jace ask the nomads.

“Nope,” they simply replied.

“Okay.” Jace chuckled.

“Thanks for everything,” Izzy told the nomad that was still with them.

“Izzy, I hope you learned a little something about not letting the plans get in the way of the journey,” he said in his usual cryptic voice, as he hugged her.

And Alec amusedly watched Izzy squirm in the hug, clearly touched, before she let go. “Just play your songs,” she said between gritted teeth.

“Hey, good plan!” the nomad exclaimed. Then he joined his companions, and started to sing, “Even if you're lost, you can't lose the love because it's in your heart...”

Alec, Jace and Izzy watched them leave in silence. At the corner of his eyes, Alec noticed Izzy glance at him meaningfully again...then Jace did the same. Alec felt himself blush.

Maybe that was the start of something?

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