#saikhan

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jai and his ever faithful familiar, saikhan

[nyamadermont]

Confrontation

Angstpril 2026 #12: Traitor and #13: "I didn't ask for this"

@chaos-company

Beifong charged up the stairs under the sightless eyes of her mother’s statue at headquarters. Much as she hated the thing, at least it wouldn’t have some cutting remark at the ready.

With a gesture, she bent the the doors open to preserve her momentum.

She was going to find the traitor.

The crowd in the lobby parted as her boots clanged against the tile floring, the noise echoing throughout the hall. Even her officers - and they were hers again - stared at her in consternation, not willing to do anything to slow her down.

Reaching forward with her bending, she wrenched the swinging wooden doors forward and out of her line of progress. She squelched the guilt she felt when someone got smacked off their feet.

At the top of the stairs to the third floor, she slammed open the door to the bullpen and shouted, “SAIKHAN!”

Everyone in the room froze. She ignored the gapes, the terrified looks on faces.

Her breaths were harsh and loud, her fists tight with rage.

At the other end of the room, the door to her - hers, not his - office slowly swung open.

And there he stood, in full uniform as if he hadn’t been fired the second she got her bending back.

“Lin, you have to know I didn’t ask for this. I never wanted this.”

With pin-point precision, she latched hold of his chestpiece and yanked him across the room, disturbing nothing else in the room. His head flailed backwards, but he caught himself, and tried to fight back.

One of the first things recruits to the metalbending unit learned was control of their own armor at all times. Humiliation didn’t begin to cover what she was doing to him.

She grasped his armor in her hand when they made contact and she crumpled it like so much waste paper.

“You gave in to Tarlock. You corralled civilians! You harrassed non-benders! You gave them everything they wanted! And for what? So you could call yourself Chief when you looked in the mirror?”

At that, his face hardened, even while raising his hands to either side.

“For my kids, Lin. First Tarlock, then Amon. They lost their bending, then they were in cages, and not even together. They had Ming-Li in city hall as a servant. I didn’t see her for weeks.”

His face crumpled and tears fell from his eyes. He shifted, and the full weight of his armor pulled against her before she could control it.

He had opened his armor at the back and stepped away from her.

Piece by piece, the rest of his armor clattered to the ground as he walked away in nothing but his undershirt and trousers.

She never saw him again.

[btheleaf]

Chief's day off

read it on AO3 words: 954 fandom: Avatar: Legend of Korra @flashfictionfridayofficial

content warning: alcohol abuse/alcoholism, implied/referenced torture

Please, Lin.

“No.”

Please, he’s sulking around. Throwing rocks at people. Bolin is doing damage control. Bolin. I’m desperate.

“This isn’t an emergency, Tenzin.”

Please, just make a small appearance before—

Lin slammed the receiver down.

The bottle of gin scraped across the marble countertop as she dragged it towards herself and chugged for a few seconds. It burned on the way down, and the burn turned to warmth that spread from her stomach through her tense muscles to every inch of her skin. She took some steadying breaths as she stared at the phone. The image of it became blurry and she angrily wiped away the tears that she would not allow to fall.

It’s been three years.

Get a grip.

One more time tipping back the bottle. Courage, she told herself.

Courage.

She dialed the number and picked at the label on the bottle while she waited for the line to connect.

Saikhan.

“Come pick me up.”

Oh- alright. You okay, chief?

She hung up the phone instead of responding and went to go put her uniform on. Saikhan was knocking on her door within minutes and she was ready for him, presentable as ever, not a hair out of place. It was only the redness of her eyes that betrayed her.

“Let’s go.”

She made sure Saikhan went down the stairs first, otherwise he might have seen her struggling to walk in a straight line. He was obviously concerned about why he was summoned to her house, hailed like a private taxi for her on her day off.

Her one day off.

This day.

Annually.

Like clockwork.

She let go of the railing to rub away the phantom sensation of pressure in the middle of her forehead and almost tripped, but by the time Saikhan turned around she had righted herself.

“Eyes front,” she barked.

Saikhan turned back around and opened the door that led to the street. It was a sunny day, but she could still feel the cold rain on her face, trickling down her skin under her armor. The fear.

Why?

I don’t understand.

I don’t understand.

“Where to?” he asked once they were in his squad car.

She didn’t remember getting in the passenger seat. “The docks.”

She wished she had brought the booze with her. Saikhan drove like a grandmother.

“Where is the avatar?!”

Blood stained her tongue and teeth. All she could taste was iron.

“Where are the airbenders?!?”

Were those snapping sounds her bones?

“Stop the car.”

“Chief, we’re in the middle of a bridge.”

Lin reached up to flip the emergency lights on and started opening the door. Saikhan skidded to a stop, much to the chagrin of the single lane of traffic behind him. Lin bounded out of the car and over the sidewalk to put her head through safety bars below the handrails and began to vomit.

“Spirits in all hell.” Saikhan got out of the car and ran over to try to hide her with his larger form. If news of this got out, the press would have a field day. He put his hand on her back and she shoved him away before continuing to wretch off the bridge. Cars started honking their horns.

“Chief…”

“Shut—shut the fuck up and get back in the car.” She heaved again.

Saikhan hovered until she pulled her head back through the bars. They got in the car and continued on.

“You sure you should be getting on a boat—”

“Do you want to get demoted?”

He remained quiet and dropped her at the docks without so much as a parting “see you tomorrow.”

Lin boarded the next ferry to Air Temple Island and stood like a pissed off statue the whole way there.

People got out of her way as she made for the steps and started marching up to the temple. Towards the top she could already hear Pema poorly singing one of those nomad tunes for children.

“Auntie Chief!!”

Little Rohan perked up from the group of children and sprinted over. Rocks he had been bending clattered on the ground, forgotten as he ran to Lin. She braced herself just in time to catch him. His bright eyes, excited laughter, and face smeared with something multicolored was enough to make Lin crack a smile.

“Happy birthday, rookie. Did you have cake?”

“Yeah!” He threw his arms up in excitement and then wrapped them around Lin’s neck and started tugging. “You eat cake too!”

Lin laughed. It was surprising how genuine it felt. She started walking towards the rest of the party. “Are you sure what’s left of the cake isn’t all over your face?”

Rohan smiled and shook his head. “I left some for aunt shief!”

“Thanks, rookie.”

She put Rohan down by his mother and the brief eye contact they shared was enough to recognize that Pema was not having a good day either. Pema looked away first, her voice still bubbly for the young children she was trying to entertain, but Lin saw that her eyes and nose were pink. She assumed it was probably from wiping her face. Rohan had no intention of letting her dwell on it, though. He grabbed her hand and took off. She was turned abruptly and smacked into something both hard and soft.

“Oof.” Tenzin stood there rubbing where her metal shoulder caught his chest. The bags under his eyes made him looked like he hadn’t slept in a week.

Rohan kept running. So much for needing her presence.

“Watch where you’re going,” Lin snapped.

Tenzin’s bushy eyebrows raised and slowly lowered as he regarded her. “Thank you for coming. I wasn’t sure you’d get here before the party was over.”

[beifongswh0re]

I can't stop thinking of this scenario for kyalin

One of the neighbors called the police because they smelled Kya smoking a joint on the balcony. She was doing it in secret, knowing that Lin would be furious if she knew Kya was doing something illegal IN THEIR APARTMENT.

When Saikhan noticed it was the Chief's address he decided to go down there himself just to spare his boss the gossip.

Stoned Kya opened the door and invited Saikhan in. She welcomed him with some tea and biscuits and tried acting natural but she knew she was in big trouble.

Saikhan knew from the moment Kya opened the door that it was her smoking. Her reddened eyes and the smell sold her right away.

By the time Lin made it home, Saikhan was still there but the effect has worn off of Kya who ran straight to the door once she heard Lin come in.

„Hi! You look so nice today. How was your day at work?” Kya said with the biggest puppy eyes.

„Oh, what did you do?” Lin asked, hands on hips, terrified of the information Kya was about to reveal.

Saikhan just adviced on his way out that Lin should probably convince Kya to keep her smoking to the Air Temple Island since it's technically Air Nation and it's legal there.

[orangepanic]

@btheleaf and @yellow-hues challenged me to write a 100-word drabble for a crackship of their choice based on one of my top songs listened to this year. So here is Raiko/Saikhan to the tune of "Degausser" by Brand New.

“It’s over.”

“You said that two years ago.” Raiko let the challenge fall from his lips without turning from the window. The ruined city spread out before him in a jumble of dark and unfamiliar angles. The power was still out. Another stone around his neck.

“I mean it this time,” said Saikhan.

“You meant it then, too.”

“Fuck you.”

“I thought you said it was over.” Raiko finally turned from the window. Saikhan’s hand was on the door but he only stood there, frozen, anger and disgust and something else, something deeper and far more primal upon his face.

[kyalinappreciationacct]

I love the idea of Saikhan dropping puns all the time and Lin just glares. But then when Saikhan leaves the room she let's out a little chuckle

[chiefbeifongcanrailme]

For the ask game lmao

Hiroshi x Lin

Izumi x Lin

Saikhan x Lin

Raiko x Lin

Send me your ships and I'll amuse you!

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