“They won’t hurt as much if you do this,” Bolin said, gesturing how his hands dangled in between his legs. It allowed the handcuffs to slip from around his wrists and press against the pudgy skin at his palms, making them more comfortable to wear.

The old woman seated next to him stared for a moment before mimicking him. Her wrists were thin and bony, and the cuffs were on far too tight. However, Bolin’s advice worked, and the relief from the pain was visible on her face. She smiled at him.

The police car was settled into silence once more after that, the rattling sounds of metal and the roar of the engine filling the cab. Mako glanced around, keeping his side pressed to Bolin’s as he surveyed the people they found themselves arrested with. Asami sat on the bench across from them, also looking around the cab. There were two mothers with children on their laps, cuffed hands wrapped around their bodies but unable to properly hold and comfort them. The kids were surprisingly quiet, sniffling and silently crying into the bends of their mothers’ shoulders, and Mako had the vague feeling that they’ve had to hide their tears before.

Other than that, the cab was full of people and they barely managed to fit on the benches. The nonbenders of the Dragon Flats District seemed accustomed to the close quarters, while Asami tried to hunch her shoulders and cross her legs so as to not bump into anyone. Each time she did with the jostling of the car, she would instantly shoot out an apology to those seated next to her.

from: God Bless the Child by slack-tension

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“Hey, Korra—now that the championship is over, we really should go shopping together. Come on, it’ll be my treat.” Asami’s smile was perfect, but in the hesitation the Avatar showed, that flash of uncertainty and secret guilt on her face, Asami’s suspicions were confirmed.

It was silly to think Asami wouldn’t notice. She wasn’t a child, and this was not her first relationship. It would be silly to think she was incapable of noticing her boyfriend taking special notice of the Avatar.

“Um, sure,” Korra said after some discomfort and trying not to look at the boys. There, in the muscles of his neck, signs Mako was wondering if she’d pieced it together.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you for a while, but with Councilman Tarlok’s task force and the Championships, I didn’t want to put anything more on your plate,” Asami said as she led Korra out of the rec room.

From what she could tell, Korra was guilty but not… too guilty. She was sorry for something she didn’t want to admit, rather than being eaten up for doing something really wrong.

Asami had had one or two previous boyfriends (she hesitated to even use the term) who had sneaked around behind her back. But they were fellow university students. The signs she saw in Mako weren’t even masked. The way he noticed Bolin talking to Korra after that semifinal match, watching them in peripheral vision so Asami had had to pull his face back to look at her. Lacking in subtlety. The way he promised to take her to Kuang’s Cuisine of all places after the championship? That showed guilt—disproportional repayment always showed guilt.

- Excerpt from Asami and Korra’s Day Out by V_M_nanowriter

“Are you scared?” he panted, his breath impossibly hot against her mouth.

As she raked her nails along his stomach, which caused him to shiver, she answered, in a low, tight whisper, “Terrified.”

He didn’t close the gap between them so much as he collapsed it, engulfing her in the circle of his arms and holding her so close, he could feel the frantic tattoo of her heart against his. In that moment, they weren’t the same, but as they trembled with the terror of the unknown and the rush of something new, they were close enough.

- Excerpt from Brave by tardisblues

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THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! We enjoy sharing fics with the world! This fandom has a lot of gems that people don’t even know about and we will show them to everyone! And your fics are fracking poetry!! So coming from you this means a lot.

You are so hungry, and you look and you see one of those stallkeepers pulling down the tarp of his stand over himself to try to block the sun. At his elbow a pyramid of bright round green things glare proud against the stark beige of everything else. Melons. Have you ever had one? You swallow a dry throatful of nothing and you don’t remember.

It hurts and you are so hungry, and Mako with his bruised face gone quiet is sleeping and your parents are gone and there is a famine and not enough food and suddenly, oh. Suddenly you are still hungry, but you are also something else. Stars through the smog, winking: you think you can feel them inside you, tiny burn-sear lights, and you stretch out one hand toward that stallkeeper with his melons.

There is no strength in you and your hand falls again just as quickly to the alley floor, smack, but that’s okay, that’s what’s supposed to happen. The ground moves under your fingers.

-Excerpt from Crumble by Summerlightning