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Avatar⇩Week 2015

February 22, Day 5 » Chains

Figurative chains

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Avatar⇩Week 2015

February 22, Day 7 » Rebirth

Humans reborn as spirits

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Avatar⇩Week 2015

February 22, Day 4 » Connections

"It doesn't matter who I am. But I know who you are..."

Zuko connecting experiences with Ozai to the EK soldiers

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Avatar⇩Week 2015

February 22, Day 6 » Grateful 

Zuko better be grateful to have friends that didn't get angry with him when he failed to mention plans for an upcoming genocide then somehow made the conversation about his father issues while they had breakdowns in the background. 

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avatar week 2015 - day 6: grateful

thank you for icons that stand for all forms of people. thank you for the expression of creativity that these icons give us. thank you for showing us the definition of strength, courage, good, and grace in the face of adversity.

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Korrasami: Peaceful Moments~Avatar Week: Grateful

Also on dA and Ao3

Summary: She had never realized just how much little things like this meant—just nodding off with the one she loved in the evening. Tiny fic. For Avatar Week 2015, day six: Grateful. Word count: under 400 (shortest thing I’ve ever felt satisfied with xD;;)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own LoK or the characters.

AN: Takes place a month or two after the Spirit World Vacation, I think?? Something like that. +++

Every moment since they had made their relationship official was a wonder to her. Only a few years ago, she’d have never dreamed that they’d be with each other—that Korra would ever reciprocate her feelings—but here they were, snuggled together in the main room of Korra’s home in the Southern Water Tribe. Korra had fallen asleep a few minutes ago, and Asami gently moved her fingers up and down the girl’s arm which was wrapped around her, careful not to wake Korra up.

The pair arrived in the South a few days ago, announcing their relationship to Korra’s parents and to Katara and Kya. Luckily, none of them had voiced negativity towards the relationship. Tonraq had been especially excited at the news, proclaiming that he had always preferred the engineer to the cop boy—a comment which earned a number of laughs. When Korra’s parents had pulled their daughter into a group hug, Asami found herself getting pulled in, as well, to her bewildered delight.

She was so, so lucky. Despite all the horrible things she’d dealt with in her life—she didn’t even want to get into all that now, she was too happy to dwell—right now she was utterly content. Korra grunted in her sleep, prompting Tonraq to peek into the room from the kitchen, and his face broke into a wide grin when he saw Asami nestled into his sleeping daughter’s arm, head resting on the front of Korra’s shoulder. He soundlessly withdrew again, choosing not to disturb the girls. Asami stopped moving her hand and reached around Korra’s waist instead. This was such a peaceful, little moment.

She had never realized just how much little things like this meant—just nodding off with the one she loved in the evening. From the corner of her eye, Asami swore she saw a shooting star in the darkening sky. Idly pondering if she should wish on the star, Asami let her eyelids finally shut, nearly ready to fall the rest of the way asleep herself.

Nuzzling ever-closer to her lover, Asami privately hoped that many more simple moments just like this one were in their future. She smiled as she realized she probably didn’t even have to make a wish.

+++ AN: As mentioned on another story, I know this is pretty late, but it is still within the submission deadline for Avatar Week, so whatever =P EDIT: While I WAS almost done with the Rebirth prompt, I just can’t feel satisfied with it. If I ever do submit the fic, I guess it’ll have to be separate from Avatar Week. And obviously I’m not submitting for Power or Chains, either. So, I did 4/7 prompts that I actually submitted. Thanks for reading them—or even just this one =3 Anyway, I hope you liked this~ Thanks for reading, as always♥

[mariecastor]

Avatar Week - Rebirth

Kya read the invitation again to double check the time.  When she turned around, her mother was pinning her long hair up into a bun, the dark hair just giving way to gray.  Kya grabbed a few hair pins and waved her mother’s hands away so she could finish the bun for her.

“Mom,” Kya ventured, slipping a pin among the strands, “are you sure this is a good idea?”

“It’s a celebration!  Plus, it’s an excuse to have the family all together again.  That doesn’t happen very often nowadays.  So why wouldn’t it be a good idea?”

Kya looked at their reflections in the mirror.  Her mother’s dress was new, a shiny dark blue fringed with white fur.  Kya could only hope that she aged as well as her mother – even now, she was beautiful. Her wrinkles only highlighted the smiles that she wore throughout her life, and her eyes still blazed with a sharp strength.  Kya just hoped that strength would bear her through today.

“Just . . . you know.  It’s the first time you’re going to meet the new Avatar.”

There was a roar of laughter in the other room – Bumi and Sokka, Kya realized.  Her brothers and uncle waited in the other room for them to finish dressing before they walked together to the royal palace.  She chuckled at the sight they would make – a goofy commander of the United Forces, the serious Airbending Master, two Master Waterbenders, and the Chief of the Southern Water Tribe.  With a sigh, Kya secured her mother’s hair with one more pin and patted her on the shoulders.

Katara rose from her seat, ghosted her hands over the hair loopies hanging in front of her face, and then turned towards the door. “I’m not nervous about meeting Korra. Let’s go collect our brothers before they destroy the house.”

Kya checked her own appearance in the mirror: new earrings and a blue silk ribbon in her hair for the White Lotus’s ceremony to celebrate the newly identified Avatar, Korra.  She took a deep breath and followed her mother.

                                                         * * * 

The palace sparkled with lanterns, garlands, and icicles. Banners with the emblems of the Southern Water Tribe and the White Lotus hung from the ceiling.  Long tables were laid out, overflowing with food and packed with people laughing and celebrating.  Her uncle kept stopping to shake hands and chat with people, and her mother occasionally joined the conversation, so their progress to their table was slow and halting.

Bumi regaled Tenzin with a marvelous tale of surviving three typhoons during a mission in the south seas.  Tenzin’s scowl deepened, and Kya rolled her eyes. It was as bad as his story about beating an earthbender in a rock-throwing contest.

Far away, Kya could make out a table at the head of the room.  The table of honor, where they would sit.  Members of the White Lotus in their white cowls flanked both sides, and in the middle, a tiny girl in a blue and white dress. Her mother and father sat on either side of her, and they leaned down to talk to her.

As her family slowly approached the table, Kya kept her eyes trained on the little girl.  She seemed upset, wriggling in her chair, and her mother tried to get her to sit still.  She whispered something to the little girl, who slumped and pouted, but finally stopped wiggling.

Kya closed her eyes, tried to block out all the noise of the crowd, and searched for the girl’s aura.  Long ago, her father sat with her in the meditation pavilion on Air Temple Island and taught her to reach out her mind and feel the energy of people.  She remembered her awe when she first detected her father’s energy, as yellow as his robes with a shining white light underneath it like sunlight breaking through the clouds.

When she found the girl’s energy, it blazed as blue and as deep as the ocean.  It swirled and crackled with potential and power, but underneath, the same white light illuminated everything and struck Kya like light scattered across water.

She opened her eyes and blinked a couple of times. The colors were different, but the underlying sensation was the same that she first felt in the meditation pavilion all those years ago.  This girl was her father’s reincarnation.

Her mother looped her arm through hers.  “Come on, let’s go and meet Korra.”

The two waterbenders broke away from the rest of their family and weaved their way through the crowd and the tables to approach the family of honor.  When they reached table, the White Lotus members intercepted them and bowed.

“Thank you for coming, Master Katara, Master Kya.” They angled themselves toward her mother.  “We hope you will consider teaching the new Avatar waterbending.”

Kya turned to Katara in surprise.  The White Lotus had talked to her about training the Avatar? The worry twisted in Kya’s stomach, and thoughts raced through her mind: Mom is getting older, we’re all still grieving, it has only been four years—

 “I’d be happy to help train Korra,” Katara answered calmly.

“Mom, are you sure?” Kyra whispered.  Katara just patted her daughter’s arm.

“Wonderful!” the White Lotus member exclaimed.  “Let’s introduce you to your pupil.”

They led the women to the center of the table. Tonraq and Senna greeted them warmly. Senna looked behind her and waved her daughter forward.

“Korra,” she said gently.  “This is Katara and her daughter Kya.  Katara is going to be your waterbending master.”

The little girl looked up at them with wide blue eyes. Katara crouched down so she was closer to the girl’s height and smiled kindly.

Kya watched the girl as she considered her mother. After a moment, the girl’s face broke out in a broad grin.

“Will you go penguin sledding with me?  Mom says I’m too small to go by myself, but if you’re there, then we can have lots of fun!”

 Her mother’s eyes slid shut heavily, and for a moment, she was a world away.

“I’d love to, sweetie.”

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Avatar Week - Grateful

“Everyone smile!”

Aang put his arm around Katara.  They had finally gotten the baby to quiet down with a pacifier. Bumi kept bouncing on the balls of his feet.  Aang put his other hand on Bumi’s shoulder.

“Hold still, son,” he murmured.

He had been skeptical when Sokka first told him about the strange new contraption called a “camera” that printed your likeness on a piece of paper.  But his brother-in-law pestered them about it until he and Katara went with him to the photography shop and investigated the process firsthand.  The photographer was beside himself that the Avatar’s family wanted to look at his camera, and he explained the mysterious box to them eagerly. But it wasn’t until Katara and Sokka stood in front of the box and the photographer handed them a film that showed the siblings in perfect grayscale that Aang got excited about the camera.

The photographer had bowed and promised to rearrange his calendar to fit the schedule of the Avatar and his family. Aang laughed, told him that wouldn’t be necessary, and made an appointment for later that month.

On the day, they dressed the children in their best clothes.  Katara tried to smooth down Bumi’s hair but to no avail.  Aang helped Kya into a little blue dress.  When they arrived at the shop, the photographer eyed the family, then pulled a small table over.  Aang lifted his daughter onto it as per the photographer’s instructions. She started to hop and clack her shoes on the wood, and right then, Tenzin screwed up his face and started bawling.

Sometimes Aang felt like he was inside a tornado that he didn’t have control over.  The requests and demands of the Council whooshed past his ears, and he frantically tried to write reports, sign papers, research topics, and provide advice.  And there was always someone knocking on his office door asking for advice.  When he finally took the ferry home to Air Temple Island, he was met by two rambunctious kids and a screaming baby.  There were games to play, dinner to help prepare, and bedtime stories to read.  He fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow, curled up against his wife.

But those frantic times were balanced by times like this, where he was close to the woman he loved and their three beautiful children, and as the camera flashed, Aang beamed happily.  He was so grateful.