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[kiyomari]

🎃 Trick or Treat! 🍬

Or, how about both?

A belated @kainora-week 2022 fic, together with a little drabble.

Happy Halloween!

Trick: Mischief

A chaotic little drabble. There may be more chapters later!

Treat: For the Bride!

Some wedding-related shenanigans. Started during Kainora Week, but finished just now haha.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Mattholomule just wanted to prove himself to the rest of his Tribe and earn their respect, but with this chance encounter he gained so much more than that…

Gustholomule ATLA crossover, Gus is the Avatar. Updates dependant on the whims of motivation. There will at least be some non-chronological drabbles and a bullet fic/headcanons post incoming.

Once again, happy birthday @hipster-rapunzel my little batata!

[kiyomari]

A Leaf in the Wind

Ladies and gentlemen! I'm coming to you live from Republic City's Pro-bending Arena, where tonight the best in the world continue their quest for a spot in the finals. Grab your snacks and grab your kids because this next match is gonna be a doozy!

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Airbenders have been integrated into probending, but are often considered to be the weakest team member. Jinora, who has mastered many techniques and done pro-bending sparring with Korra, seeks to prove the world wrong. Her upstart team, the Wulong Forest Winged Lemurs, have shaken the pro-bending world as both a new team and one with an extremely strong airbender. If they can just win this match against crowd favorite, the Zaofu Shirshus, they’ll be in the finals! However, all of Jinora’s teammates have been knocked out, and she’s the last one standing…

Forever grateful to @hipster-rapunzel and Gner0 💕

Extra lore/headcanons:

Kai saves the newspaper article

He also starts going to her fan events and public appearances (even after he starts pro-bending himself he still goes when he can, but incognito)

After this, it becomes common for pro-bending hopefuls to do 1-2 years in the Air Nation Peace Corps as part of their early training. Some even take up hybrid schedules- working with the ANPC in the off-season or being available for local short-range missions.

Kai sneaks/cons his way into the stadium for the finals

He ofc couldn't get a good seat, but actually ended up sitting next to incognito Korra who came to watch her protege’s match (she has to sit at the back because she is very loud and also a very public figure)

When Korra trained her, Korra would just use all the elements. (Even later when they brought in more people for full practice matches haha)

Jinora's signature moves:

Using small blasts of air for momentum

Both to recover balance

And gain more height, often springing off of a teammates hands/step up

Shockwave when coming down

Dead stop earth disks

About the Zaofu Shirshus:

Zeng Jie is nonbinary :)

Ryeo Sung- Sung means ‘one on the verge of winning’ (I was messing with a name generator and when it gave me that definition for "Sung" I knew I had to fit it into the name of the last opponent standing 😂)

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In Defiance of Gravity

When the Fire Nation attacked, the Air Nomads were very nearly decimated. The genocide shattered centuries of Air Nomad culture, and even more has been lost in the battles since then. Airbenders may not anger easily, but neither can you keep us down.

It has taken a full century, two Avatars, and a Harmonic Convergence, but the Air Nation is on the rise! There are new airbenders and herds of Flying Bison again; scholars and archaeologists are respectfully exploring the Air Temples; and Air Acolytes are renewing the practices of daily Temple life. The New Air Nation has come such a very, very long way...

All the hugs to @hipster-rapunzel and Gner0 for beta, and for handholding me through Kainora Week!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[kiyomari]

Beach Day - a kainora ficlet

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39158907

Kai accompanied Jinora and her family to the beach, little did he know...

A short ficlet adding Kai to/expanding on the Avatar TLOK comic "Beach Wars" from Free Comic Book Day 2022.

Inspired by/written for the Kainora server's challenge to add Kai to the comic (as he deserves!)

With special thanks to @hipster-rapunzel, both my beta and constant companion in chaos <3

Kai stepped out of the water, letting the last wave play between his toes. "Babe, can you hand me my beach towel?" he called up the gentle slope as he walked towards his group.

However, upon approaching a bit closer, he saw not Jinora sitting calmly in the shade while reading, but a scene of absolute carnage. 

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Through a thin haze of sand and bending debris, he could just see Ikki swirling a whirlwind - merely an eddy in the cacophony of sand tsunamis and mudballs being flung by the older benders. A closer look at the fraught scene reveals Meelo wrangling a pelli-puffin, Opal and Bolin ducking for cover (the latter somewhat unsuccessfully, as evidenced by his seaweed-stache), and Jinora attempting to shield her book.

"What's going on?!" Peeking up from within her defensive wind bubble, Jinora deadpans, "Prank war with the Avatar."

Oh. He wasn't about to miss out on this epic bout of chaos!

Ducking through the battlefield, Kai alights by Jinora's side for just a moment, planting a quick kiss on her forehead and grabbing his hoodie. "See you on the other side, babe!" he declared, before diving into the chaos.

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Not even an hour earlier, Kai never would have imagined the ensuing madness. Instead of diving headfirst into a bending brawl, his only plan was to swim in the ocean, hang out with his girlfriend, and maybe act as a living jungle gym for Meelo and Rohan.

A day at the beach with family, friends, and his crush! (Yes, definitely still crushing, no matter how long they had been in a relationship.)

Kai was bouncing the whole walk down to Asami's private beach, thinking of the surf and sand filled day ahead of them! He helped set up the towels and umbrellas, watched Jinora settle in with her book, and slapped on some sunscreen before commanding Ikki and Meelo help each other do the same (it took an eyebrow-quirked glare from Jinora for them to actually listen). Preparations complete, he couldn't stand it a moment more and bounded towards the ocean, strides aided by an unnatural tailwind. One final leap with a glorious moment riding the salt breeze, the sun beaming past, and he was splashing down at last!

He thought he saw Ikki and Meelo running after him, competing for who could make it into the water second (ha, he was first, take that!), but he was too engrossed in swimming to realize that no one had caught up with him yet. After a while, he noticed he had actually been swimming peacefully without any tiny airbenders tangling his limbs. That was odd. 'Might be time to check in with the rest of them,' he thought as he turned to kick towards the shore…

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A few miles down the beach, a nice hotel resort.

"I'm so glad Katara and Toph could watch the kids today. I really needed this," Pema sighed as the masseuse slowly unwound years of parenting stress. Tenzin mumbled agreement from the adjacent table.

This couple's spa day had been such a thoughtful gift - a long overdue break for the both of them. It took a while to coax Tenzin into actual vacation mode, but now that he was, they could just enjoy each other and let their tension melt away.

It was truly a wonderful day of blissful ignorance… Followed by a full scale eruption of Mt. Tenzin upon seeing disaster children (and grannies) return to the hotel, absolutely wrecked. (Pema just smiled, sighed and took it in stride.)

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For years to come, Meelo and Kai would recount the epic battle. Meelo commanded an army of pelli-puffins, trained to pelt the enemy from above. (There were two, and only one was actually listening.) Meanwhile, Kai created the new sport of sand surfing while weaving through the fray to deliver slimy seaweed doom! (Though he may have gained an idea, it took a lot of practice later to actually stay on the board.)

Regardless of embellishments, it was certainly a day that went down in family history!

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Like Wind Through Your Fingers ch.1

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Kai is used to being invisible. Get in, get out, leave town before they start to remember your face. While most people find attention flattering, for Kai, it can be dangerous. And this time, he seems to have attracted the wrong kind of attention! A young airbender looking to prove herself is hot on his tail. Following him through each town, matching him step for step… he could get used to this dance.

[kiyomari]

Spirit Blooms & Stolen Breaths Act I

My first real go at angst, inspired by and written for @khopesstuff

Betad and cajoled by @hipster-rapunzel

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39809715/chapters/99668379

(This whole chapter is world building. Next update will be next year.)

Act I: I Bloom In Vivid Colors

Everything changed after the Harmonic Convergence.

The modern world and the Spirit World began to blend together, regardless of how either of their denizens felt about it. Spirit World plants sprouted and spirits roamed the material plane as they wished. Korra set us on a road to healing and coexistence before embarking on her trip to the Spirit World, society taking slow, curious steps towards living with their new neighbors. There will always be naysayers, or those who take longer to adjust, but despite that, humanity was making great strides! That was, until people started getting sick.

About a year after Korra left, those colorful, exotic spirit flowers that people had begun to enjoy - they started showing up where they shouldn’t be. The first case was in a middle class family in Republic City. A young artist suddenly coughed up a lightly glowing flower while at a cafe.

At first, people thought it was a publicity stunt, performance art. Even for the next handful of cases in the city and a couple across the other Nations, there wasn’t much news coverage. Sure, there were some rumors, or people laughing at this strange new fad among the youth…

Panic hit the world all at once, like an Earthbender’s wall slam.

At first they thought it was contagious. Some fled from Republic City and any region that had grown a local Spirit Forest, others shunned those who had welcomed the change, and there was a wave of violence against spirits. The government and Air Nation Peace Corps did their best to quell the tide, but the outlash was sudden and intense. Even once it was proven not to be contagious, nor to be spread directly from Spirit World flora or fauna, many maintained their suspicions and negative perceptions. In one fell swoop, Spirit Bloom Syndrome had undone a year of work, and even gone further to instill new prejudices.

Ever-capable, President Zhu Li Moon had assembled a team of expert physicians, leading Spirit World researchers and those with a strong understanding of spirits early in the outbreak. Korra was called back numerous times to consult. The first discovery was that the spirit blooms would actually take root in the patient’s lungs. A small seed would just appear one day - not airborne or inhaled, it would simply apparate - and then grow, and grow, and keep growing. By the time one was spitting up petals or coughing out leaves, they usually only had a month or two left. The few attempts at operating were… disastrous. The plants reacted to being excised, much like a Spirit Wild under attack. Each case would grow at a different rate, so the time it took to deteriorate varies, but without a cure, the only result was death.

Seven months into the panic, it came to light that the true cause of this mysterious disease… was love. Or more accurately, yearning for love and believing that it was unrequited. After all that. All the pain, fear, and panic. It was actually coming from inside our own minds.

The following years have seen great strides in mental health resources, support groups and a great importance has been placed on communication (although sometimes a stray petal will give you a very unwanted push).

Society has learned to cope with all kinds of cases. A long-time couple, believing they had drifted apart, teens too shy to approach each other, falling in love with a stranger or losing contact - often curable with the correct resources. On the other hand, emotions are fickle, and not every scenario is “solvable”. Sometimes feelings aren’t requited, sometimes the other party can’t be found, and sometimes, even in the face of death, people are just too stubborn.

It was in these times, 8 years after the Harmonic Convergence, that Jinora met him and everything changed, again.

[kiyomari]

Flours For His Princess

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chat Noir turns into a cat!

No akumas or enemies, just Adrien figuring out suddenly being a cat and bakery hijinks.

Plagg, Claws Out!

Well, he definitely hadn’t expected this.

Instead of his usual transformation light, he heard -no, felt- a dull pufft and noticed a marked change in his perspective. He peered about, trying to assess the situation or identify any possible threats.

This was strange. No evil laughter or screaming coming from the streets, and he didn’t seem to have left his room or been magically captured? Yet something felt… quite off. For one, everything in his room seemed much bigger. Perhaps it was an akuma that could change sizes from a distance?

Anyways, he needed to get up to the windows to get a better idea of what was going on outside. He padded over towards the windowed wall and tried to jump up to the ledge from his new diminutive position. Oh wow!

Apparently, his size wasn’t the only change- that was a way more powerful jump than he expected without his staff! Oof. Yeah, that was a definite faceplant into the window. Luckily, he seemed to have some padding for the collision, but also parts of his face felt extra sensitive. He rubbed at his whiskers, offended.

…Wait.

Oh no, oh no. He curled in on himself, paws covering his face, afraid to look. Deep breaths Adrien. You are Paris’ hero Chat Noir and they probably need you right now. Ok, let’s open our eyes, and- yup. Those were little black paws, and oh- of course, a tail twitching with irritation. (No, don’t get distracted by those adorable toe beans! They might be cute, but not enough to outweigh the panic setting in.)

As his mind dropped him into a downward spiral of fear and confusion, a small light of hope pulled him out.

Of course! Marinette could help him! She always knew just what to do. A soft smile played below his whiskers.

Ok. Goals he could do - he’d been meeting unrealistic expectations his whole life. The first step was to get out of his room. Thankfully, his father always installed the latest tech. If he could just find the remote, it would be kitten’s play to get the windows open!

Two and a half window sills of cat-robatics later and he was standing over the remote. It may have been slightly more awkward with paws than he anticipated, but the buttons were big enough that he had the window open shortly.

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The journey was easy, natural. That’s the word that came to mind as he bounded over rooftops. Still, with his short legs, it was nearing sundown by the time he arrived.

He could see through the large display windows that Marinette was currently ringing up her last customers.

Purrfect. He could slip in the back door unnoticed, and then catch her when she was alone. Trying to communicate that his cat self was actually Chat Noir was going to be complicated, even without other people in the mix.

Dropping like a shadow from the rooftop across the street, weaving nimbly between the traffic- Oh yeah. He was totally stealth personified. A smug kitty smirk marked his furred face.

Marinette’s parents stepped out the back door, arm in arm. He darted through the impossibly tiny gap before it closed, thoughts flitting briefly to how Marinette must be helping with the store to let them go on a date night.

How just like her. Hopefully she has room in her schedule to help one more kitten today…

The small cat’s perspective of the kitchen still spoke to the warm and loving family running it. Small touches like Marinette’s signature logo on a handmade apron and oven mitts, the lack of dust -even from his new view below the counters- speaking to Sabine’s dedication, and that heavenly aroma- no doubt Tom’s experiment was going to be a huge hit on the new menu!

Although the oven was now off, there was a tantalizing radius of warmth in front of the large appliance. A shiver of pleasure visibly moved from his shoulders down to his tail. Ah, I could get used to sleeping like this, he thought as he circled once, twice and began to lay his head upon his paws…

NO!! I shall not succumb to the demon warmth!

With a slight hiss, he scrambled up and away from that lovely spot, already missing the blanket-like embrace.

Where was far enough? Somewhere Marinette would be sure to see him, but nowhere near the heavenly oven?

His sight landed upon a human eye-level shelf. Course decided, he took a few steps back and bounded onto the island counter. Landing gracefully, he turned to eye the intended shelf. Shoulders lowered, butt wiggling, eyes narrowed to focused slits- He leaped and soared across the kitchen!

Things had been going so well the whole journey, and his confidence was through the roof right now. Unfortunately, this particular jump was much like that first in his room - too much power, too little landing space.

He collided claws first with a partially filled sack of flour.

Floundering for purchase on the shelf, he instead twisted the fabric until his claws were stuck, with the rest of the momentum launching both cat and flour past the shelf.

Turning in the air, trying to free his claws- Almost had it… There!

His heart dropped as he saw that ‘releasing his claws’ had actually been ‘ripping the sack open.’

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Marinette waved off Nadia and Manon as they left, arms full of pastries. She locked the door and stretched her arms high above her head. She huffed, hands on hips. Time to clean up the kitchen, and then the storefront.

She pushed back the swinging door, lifting her gaze to meet startled green eyes amidst a field of white.

Both parties seemed equally surprised as they locked gazes. Marinette halfway through the door, cat lying on its back, paws in the air - utterly covered in flour.

Mreow?

The confused noise was followed by some kitten sneezes and little flour clouds. Tired as she was, Marinette couldn’t help the chuckles bubbling up her throat as the white lump attempted to right itself, spreading flour around in the process.

“Chaton Blanc, what trouble you’ve made!” She managed between giggles.

Gently stepping between flour drifts she picked up the little mischief maker and folded him into her apron to prevent the mess from spreading further.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, Mon Minou.”

Holding the currently-white cat close, Marinette starts up toward her apartment. The disaster in the kitchen can wait.            🐾