I feel like mommy kink zutara is so under-explored in part because the zutara fandom largely sprang up in response to not wanting to see Katara being forced into another motherly role, but there's a difference between a woman having to perform labor for an emotional manchild and whatever kinky psychosexual shit exists between momma's boy Zuko and Katara who took her mother's place to protect the child who saw her mother murdered in front of her. In other words, @atla-milf-month fic is coming.
Ashe, a non-binary Imperial Firebender, leaves the Fire Nation and painful reminders of their past to come to Republic City and join the RCPD. Their path crosses with both Chief Lin Beifong, and Master Waterbender, Kya; little do they know, the two illustrious women have history. Simultaneously, Ashe and Lin work together to take down a major drug ring operating in Republic City.
Lin Beifong x Kya ii x Original Non-Binary Character (Rating: Mature)
yeah i know it was cancelled, but I had this one done before that happened. @atla-milf-month
paring: Pemlin(zin)
words: 1.6k
rated: general/teen (idk)
Read it on AO3
Week one
POSSESSIVENESS
Handing out meals to the displaced people of Republic City was demanding, but rewarding work. Pema and the other acolytes who volunteered for the task were up before dawn in the kitchens on Air Temple Island trying to make meals from the food they requisitioned from the disaster relief fund. They brought big batches over on sky bison each morning before the sun began to crest over the horizon.
Pema would stop by Tenzin’s tent and make sure he was actually sleeping. If he was, he would get a kiss on the cheek and a hot meal left at his bedside. If he was awake, as she had found him once in the wee hours of the morning, he would get an earful about how he needed to take better care of himself and a threat to have him move back to the island so she could send him to bed on time.
The acolytes set up tables in the de facto meeting square of the tent city and were ready to start passing out food to all who came by. It was disheartening to see so many forlorn faces lining up for the handout, but most faces were quick to turn brighter once they had a hot meal in hand. The sun rose higher in the sky, and Pema found herself wishing for Tenzin’s built-in air conditioning or for Lin’s earthbending to make a little shelter of shade from the sun. But they were both busy with the rebuild, so she wiped her brow and kept up the operation, making sure her team had everything they needed, and ferrying acolytes to and from the city on bison to gather more supplies.
People typically didn’t cause problems in the food lines, especially with the police ever-present in the makeshift city, but where there were people, there were bound to be troublemakers. And Pema seemed to have caught the eye of one troublemaker in particular.
It was incredibly silly, she told herself, to be part of this sophomoric game that one of the young men decided to be playing with her. She had to be at least a decade his senior, and was much too busy to even entertain whatever was happening in his head. But day after day, he found her and wouldn’t stop with the advances. She pitied him, but didn't show it. He had lost his home, he may have lost his family, friends, everything he ever knew and loved. For all she knew, this was his way of coping with that loss.
“Mornin’, Misses Pema.”
“Good morning, Qiang. Are you going to cause any more trouble today?”
Pema matched his deceptively sweet tone as she had a group of children that couldn’t be older than six years old in a concert arc around her table waiting patiently as she ladled soup into bowls and got their plates prepared. She swore Qiang always managed to sidle up next to her when there were children nearby because he knew she might tell him what she really thought of him otherwise. At least he had the audacity to feign offense, splaying his hand out on his chest in a gesture of hurt. It stupidly reminded her of when Tenzin was acting silly.
“Misses Pema, I have never caused any sort of trouble in my life.”
“That remains to be seen.” Pema turned to the crate of supplies behind her, pulled out an orange smock, and threw it at Qiang’s face. “No idle hands around here. Either help me or leave.”
Qiang pulled the material from his pouting face. “I didn’t come here to work. I came here to see your pretty face. What are you doing after this?”
“How many times do I have to tell you?” Pema smiled and bowed low to the old man who came to her table. She handed over the food and he left giving his thanks to her and the acolytes. “I’m not interested, and I'm in a committed relationship.” There was finally a break in the seemingly never-ending line of people, so Pema plopped down in the rickety folding chair she almost never got to use and took a breath. “There are other girls your age still in the city, I see them all day long,” she pointed out.
Pema watched Qiang as he stepped around behind her chair. Then she felt fingers and thumbs pressing down into her shoulders in an attempted massage, that sent her right back to standing.
“Qiang, you need to leave,” Pema said in her no-nonsense motherly voice as she turned to face him.
"Don't—”
“Is this guy bothering you, queen?” A raspy voice cut through the air.
Pema’s face flooded with relief. Qiang’s drained of all color. Metal clinked as Lin got closer, her armor making light metallic noises with each step of her measured stride.
“Chief Beifong!” Pema smiled wide. “Maybe you could explain to Qiang here that I’m very busy and don’t have time for… whatever this is.”
“Don’t you have something better to do?” Lin’s face was already set in a scowl as she measured up the young man. “You look young, capable, and we have a city to rebuild. Why are you spending your time bothering the acolytes?”
“I—I uh—I—was just—”
“You were just what?” Lin barked.
“I was just leaving,” Qiang said. The words fell out so fast it all came out as a jumbled mess. He backed away from Lin and then nearly tripped over his feet trying to escape.
Pema couldn’t help but giggle a little seeing the thorn in her side be so properly plucked and discarded. Lin’s hard glare turned from watching Qiang as he left into a playful smirk as she turned back to Pema and sauntered over to her.
“Is he bothering you, queen?” Pema echoed Lin’s odd choice of words with a raised eyebrow.
Lin shrugged. “Been spending a lot of time with Meelo. Kid’s always up my ass. Picked up some of what the rookies are saying these days.”
“He likes you and he wants to spend time with you.” Pema searched Lin’s face for a hint of what brought her here. It wasn’t often they got a chance to see each other during the day since the city had been destroyed. “Is everything okay?”
Instead of responding, Lin wrapped her arms around Pema's waist to pull her in for a deep kiss. Pema typically wouldn’t care, but Lin was never prone to public displays of affection. She found it odd, but wasn't going to complain. Pema held tightly to Lin’s metal-clad torso, humming sweetly when Lin’s lips moved down her cheek and jaw. But she suddenly remembered they were in public and her eyes snapped open to see random people gawking with jaws on the floor.
“Lin,” Pema whispered. “People are staring.”
“Let ‘em watch,” Lin growled into her neck.
Pema let out a pathetically small whimper as Lin's hot breath passed over her neck. She felt a familiar warm sensation building in her core and needed to press her knees together to try to alleviate the sensation. Lin held her tighter and she had to suppress a moan into the shoulder of her uniform. It was truly shameful the kind of responses Lin could evoke from her body.
Pema sighed, groaned, and found her resolve to push Lin away. “Now isn’t the time.” She had to clear her throat and pretend to smooth out wrinkles in her dress to delay speaking while she averted Lin’s gaze. “Since when do you kiss me in public anyway?”
“Since I saw that weirdo put his hands on you.” Lin stepped close again and placed a much more chaste kiss on Pema’s cheek. “Everyone will leave you alone now.”
“Why’s that?” Pema asked skeptically.
“Because now everyone knows you’re mine.” Lin smirked.
Pema scoffed. “Lin Beifong, I am a married woman."
“I know," Lin laughed. "Maybe I’ll stop by Tenzin’s meeting and grab his ass again while no one’s looking. He gets so flustered.”
“Lin!” Pema laughed. “You didn’t.”
The look on her face expressed that she did do that. “Come to my tent tonight.” Lin reached for her hand and laced their fingers together. “I’m sure you remember where it is even though you haven’t been there in weeks.”
“It has been four days.” Pema emphasized. “Haven’t you and Tenzin been keeping each other company while I’m on the island?”
“Are you kidding me? He’s scared of the bedtime you set for him.”
Pema laughed. “Maybe I was too harsh with my threats.”
“I know one way we can make him go to bed early.” Lin purred and pulled Pema close by her hand again to steal another kiss on the cheek.
“Okay, okay,” Pema said through her laughter and stole a kiss of her own. “Tenzin and I will meet you later. We’ll make it look very official.”
Lin’s face still showed a smirk, but it was more subdued now. Pema could tell she was reeling back in her playful personality for goodbyes. Soon the Lin she knew and loved would be submerged under a thick air of authority, not that she didn't like that side of Lin too when the situation called for it. There was still a gleam in her eye though. “Twenty-two hundred hours at my tent. Don’t make me wait.”
Pema stared longingly at Lin’s backside as she walked away, wishing her uniform didn’t leave quite so much to the imagination. More people approached her table now that the big bad chief was gone.
It was about an hour later that one of the other acolytes pointed out to Pema that her face was smeared with lipstick stains.
"I'M AFRAID OF LOSING YOU"
POSSESSIVENESS
BAD HABITS OR VICES
SPARRING PRACTICE
HEAT WAVE
✧ WEEK 2 ✧ MARCH 8TH - MARCH 14TH ✧
"AT OUR AGE..."
THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED
SCARS OR OLD WOUNDS
CAUGHT RED-HANDED OR CAUGHT IN THE ACT
LAST LOVE OR MAKING UP FOR LOST TIME
✧ WEEK 3 ✧ MARCH 15TH - MARCH 21ST ✧
"THE GRAYS MAKE YOU EVEN SEXIER..."
LAZY MORNING
SERVICE TOP
CO-PARENTING
MOTHER AND DAUGHTER RELATIONSHIP
✧ WEEK 4 ✧ MARCH 22ND - MARCH 28TH ✧
"I LIKE HOW THAT LOOKS ON YOU."
FRIENDS TO LOVERS
MIDNIGHT OR AFTER DARK
HEALING OR RECOVERY
OVER THE MOON
✧ WEEK 5 ✧ MARCH 29TH - MARCH 31ST ✧
FREE SPACE
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