#bolin lok

[mitochondria-larson]

I am very clearly silly I simply couldn't not post this

[jade-of-mourning]

lok + rottmnt crossover, thoughts? 🎤

they might do a lot of crimes

while i'm here i promise that i have not forgotten the lok asks in my inbox but the brainrot is off and i want to give them proper responses so they'll probably be there for a while

[loiylasbg]

How I be looking defending LOK (I genuinely love this show almost as much as ATLA I don’t get the hate 😭)

[so-much-wine]

Incredibly self indulgent bolin fanart

[pupbeat]

i wonder what theyre looking at

[Image Description: A digital drawing of Bolin leaning over to Mako, Bolin's hand raised to the side of his mouth to say something quietly to Mako, pointing off-screen at something. They both look troubled. End ID.]

[c-nstantine]

now that i'm an adult, i'll say it.

BOLIN WAS ALWAYS FINER THAN MAKO

[makosokkaposting]

I found this artwork on reddit along with your post.

The subunit of the Fire Ferrets playing well concentrated.

Art Credits : HELLO LALA - deviantart

Try looking for your account on tumblr but I understand it's only available on deviantart.

[tsumuus]

just a little bolin drabble thats been sitting in my drafts <3

The apartment was quiet, save for the soft scratching of your pen against paper and the occasional rustle of documents as you sifted through them. The soft glow of a lamp bathed the room in a warm, golden light, casting long shadows across the walls. Mako had gone to bed hours ago, and you were the only one still awake, pouring over the endless tasks that came with managing a pro-bending team.

The Fire Ferrets had a match in just a few days, and there were still so many loose ends to tie up. You were used to it by now, having taken on the role of unofficial manager for the brothers. You’d known Mako and Bolin since you were all kids, and when they’d started chasing their dreams of becoming pro-bending champions, you’d been there every step of the way, helping however you could.

You rubbed your tired eyes and leaned back in your chair, taking a deep breath. The work never seemed to end, but you didn’t mind. This was your way of helping, of supporting the boys who had become like family to you.

The front door creaked open, and you looked up, surprised to see Bolin slipping inside, his steps quiet as he tried not to wake Mako. His eyes widened when he saw you still up, papers strewn across the table in front of you.

“yn? What are you still doing up?” Bolin whispered, crossing the room to you, his expression a mix of concern and disbelief.

“Just finishing up some last-minute things for the match,” you replied with a tired smile. “I didn’t expect you to be out so late.”

Bolin shook his head, his brows furrowing as he took in the sight of you, clearly exhausted but still working tirelessly for him and his brother. “You’re too kind to us, you know that? You shouldn’t be overworking yourself like this.”

You laughed softly, waving him off. “You two would be lost without me. Besides, nothing you do could drive me away. I love you both too much.”

Bolin’s smile, bright and full of the warmth you adored, faltered ever so slightly, his eyes darkening with something you couldn’t quite place. You noticed the shift immediately, concern replacing your playful demeanor.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, setting your pen down. “You look tired. You should get some sleep. You need to stay healthy for the match.”

Bolin hesitated, his eyes flicking away from yours for a moment before he took a deep breath and looked back at you, something serious in his gaze. “It’s not that.”

You frowned, confused by his sudden change in mood. “What then?”

“It’s… it’s you.”

You blinked, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air between you. “Me? What do you mean? Oh, I mean, it is late. I should probably head home, if that’s what you’re getting at.”

“No, not that,” Bolin said quickly, shaking his head. He looked almost pained now, his hands fidgeting at his sides as if he didn’t know what to do with them.

“Bolin, what’s going on? You’re starting to worry me,” you said, your voice gentle, trying to coax whatever was bothering him out into the open.

He bit his lip, eyes searching yours as if looking for something- permission, reassurance, anything that would make what he was about to do less terrifying. “Please don’t hate me after this.”

“Hate you? Bolin, I could never hate you-”

Before you could finish, Bolin took a step forward, his hands cupping your face as he pressed his lips to yours in a sudden, desperate kiss.

For a moment, you were too shocked to react, your mind trying to process the fact that Bolin- sweet, kind Bolin- was kissing you. But then, just as quickly as it had begun, he pulled away, his eyes wide with panic as he realized what he’d done.

“Oh no, oh spirits, I’m so sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have done that- I shouldn’t have- ” Bolin’s words tumbled out, frantic and filled with regret, but before he could spiral any further, you silenced him by leaning in and kissing him back.

This time, the kiss was slow, deliberate, as if you were trying to convey something in the way your lips moved against his. When you finally pulled away, Bolin was staring at you, completely stunned, his mouth slightly open as if he couldn’t believe what had just happened.

“I… I have to go home,” you murmured, the reality of what you’d just done hitting you all at once. You stood up quickly, gathering your things with shaking hands, your mind racing.

“Wait- yn-” Bolin started, but you were already moving towards the door, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Goodnight, Bolin,” you said softly, giving him one last look before you slipped out of the apartment, leaving him standing there, frozen in place, trying to make sense of everything that had just happened.

As you walked home, the cool night air brushed against your skin, grounding you as your thoughts swirled in a chaotic mix of confusion and excitement. Everything had changed in an instant, and your heart was still racing from the unexpected kiss. You didn’t know what this would mean for you and Bolin, or even for your friendship, but you couldn’t deny the warmth that had settled in your chest. The future felt uncertain, but instead of fear, there was a flicker of hope- a possibility that this unexpected turn might lead to something new, something beautiful. For now, you let that hope carry you through the quiet streets, your mind replaying the moment that had just altered everything.

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a/n bolin i legit my husband guys i cant😫 this has been sitting in my drafts for so long i just never knew if i wanted to post it or not bc idrk how i feel about it lolz but here yall go lol. idk if any of y'all are lok fans like me but i wanna write more for bolin, and other atla and lok characters