Will you write a h/c sickfic where Tonraq and Senna adopts Asami ?? Thank you and I love your writing !!!
YESSS you know I'm always on my tlok brainrot babey <33 I saw this one comment on a post where someone said "tonraq and senna adopts the whole krew because they're all orpahns" and that comment has never left my mind ever ..... so if anyone has an idea on what scenarios there is for mako/bolin i would write it asap 😁 ! For now go enjoy some Asami whump ((again)).
She was nobody's girl.
She's heard the word a million times before - about Jinora, about Ikki, about Korra. How they were all their father's and their mother's girl. Her , though, she was nobody's girl. Not really. Haven't been for almost more than a decade.
That word was for real daughters. Daughters who loved and were loved. Not for a shell of a broken girl turned bitter by the world. Not for Asami Sato, no. It's so pathetic that sometimes she laughs about it out of spite. She wants to scream at herself every time she flinches at Senna when she extends herself to kiss her forehead just as she has with Korra, or when Tonraq tries to wrap an arm around her shoulders as every normal father would do.
And now, now that they're looking at her and hovering over body that's wrapped under the heaps of blankets Korra had frantically put her in the moment she got sick - what are they thinking? A pathetic little girl in the shell of a grown woman that's too stuck up to ask for help, maybe. Too ashamed, too scared.
She was nobody's girl. At least that's something she's come to terms with a long time ago.
"Asami? Sweetheart, you're soaked," Senna's voice whispers in her ear. She fought teeth and bone to not let the scared six-years-old girl inside her flinch away, but the girl was stronger. And Asami, she was weak. A startled jolt was enough to make Senna retreat her hand, and she felt like she could scream all over again.
"Hey, hey it's okay," Korra was ready on her side, holding her down. She had stuck long enough around her to know better, at least. "It's just me and my mom, 'Sami."
“I’m sorry I scared you,” Senna says softly. “The sheets are wet, is it okay if we move you to the couch?”
"I'm sorry," the word flows out of her mouth instantly. "I'm - I didn' - "
“Don’t be. Let us take care of you, yeah?” She tries to reach for her again, and this time, Asami manages to not jump away. “C’mon, let’s get you to the living room.”
“I've got her,” Tonraq offers, scooping Asami from the bed and into his arms as if she was no more than a kitten. Korra hovers beside them as he carries her through the corridors settling Asami so carefully on the couch. He supported her head for another while before letting her down on a soft, cold pillow, and Asami briefly wonders how it would feel to be Korra, so used to the gentleness and all the love.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers again, and Tonraq shushes her. His hand - rougher than her father's, her mind unnecessarily provides - presses against her forehead gently and he clicks his tongue in sympathy.
"That's a pretty bad fever going on there, kiddo."
Korra presses her nose against the side of her head, and Asami buries her face into the crook of her neck. "Should we get Katara?"
"No, I think it's just a really bad flu," Tonraq offers her a smile. "She'll survive, but we'll need some tea in order for her to do that."
"Oh, yes, lots and lots of soup and tea," Senna chimes in from the corner of the room. "Korra, can you get the bedsheets changed for me? I put some fresh ones in your room."
"Sure," Korra moved away to get up, and she fought the scared girl inside her once again to not let a whine out of her. “Hey, I’ll be right back.”
The little spot beside her was replaced by Senna soon enough, a thermometer in her hand and a wet washcloth in the other. “Alright, you, let’s see how bad this flu of yours is.” There’s something in her voice that sounded so playful yet caring, and she didn’t know how to react to that. Maybe all mothers do this, she doesn’t know. She’s never had a mother before. Not one she remembered, anyway.
“Hmm, yeah, that’s a pretty bad one right there, sweetheart.” Her hand reaches to wipe the sweat-plastered hair off her forehead, and Asami tries, she tries so hard not to flinch away but Senna’s hand trails down to stroke her cheek and the girl, the animal inside her is screaming at her to scramble off and get away -
“I don’t feel good,” she remembers mumbling before the commotion starts and she retches to her side, gagging and fighting to bring up that thing inside her that won’t let her be loved, what is wrong with her? Please let her be loved, please let me be loved, please love me! She’s sobbing as she spits out her own vomit the next thing she knows, inch deep into a bucket Tonraq was holding. Senna was cooing behind her, supporting her weight and holding her hair back.
“Shhh, it’s okay, love,” Senna shushes, pulling her back and settles her into her lap. And she kept sobbing and sobbing and she doesn’t think she’ll ever stop. And Senna cards her fingers still through her hair relentlessly like any mother would, calming the wild animal inside her, calming the little girl that’s begging to be loved. “You’re really sick, hmm? It’s alright. I’ve got you. I’ll take care of you.”
“What happened?” Asami doesn’t have to look up to know that it’s Korra, back from her sheet-changing duty, a frantic expression on her face. “Is - is she okay?”
“She’ll be okay,” Tonraq soothes, his deep voice calming everyone down, and Asami wonders if this is why he’s such a great leader. Why he’s such a great father. She wouldn’t know, though. She’s never really had one either, not really. And when she finally feels like she does? He’s gone. And she was nobody’s girl once again.
“Come, I’ve boiled you some tea,” he tells her, and then she’s being lifted up and propped against the wall on her back. “We can’t have our girl sick, can we?” She’s so weak and it should feel unreal but there’s someone she could lean onto and a mother rubbing her back like it’s her job and a father blowing off the steam from her tea, and she’s crying once again.
“Don’t cry, ‘Sami,” Korra mutters to her softly. “Why are you crying?”
She shakes her head. “I don’t know. ‘M happy.”
“Happy?” Senna asks her. There’s a smile on her face when Asami looks up to lean on her shoulder.
She nods and smiles back despite the tears falling from her cheeks. The words kept replaying in her head. Our girl. Our girl.
Thank you for loving me, she wants to tell them, but the words were caught up in her throat and left unsaid like all the others. But she’s nuzzling against Senna’s chest and there’s Korra stroking her hair and she’s sipping the warm tea from the mug Tonraq was holding, and they probably heard her all the same.
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One True Ace Pairing: Avatar The Last Airbender
This post is about Zutara. Spoilers for both Avatar: the Last Airbender and The Legend of Korra.
Zutara does not really fit the mold for the pairs I've discussed in the One True Ace Pairing series. But I had Thoughts and I figured it wouldn't hurt to stick them in here.
When I started watching AtLA as a child, I independently fell into the Zutara camp. This was over the course of watching Book One. I didn't get around to watching the rest of the show until much later, mostly because I lost access to Nickelodeon. At some point though I found out that Aang and Katara get together at the end. It's still interesting to me how that revelation had lessened my interest in completing the series. It's strange how we get so attached to our ships.
It was still the early days of people having a second life on the Internet. And I hadn't used the Internet to engage in fandom much at all. But once, when I decided to check out the Avatar fandom out of curiosity, I discovered a major shipping war. I can't possibly summarize it all here, so I will link to (1) ad entire playlist of video essays about it, and if that's too much, (2) one 20-minute video about it. Discovering the intense fandom behind this ship was actually comforting - at least I wasn't alone in feeling betrayed by my ship sinking (what's the official term for that?) and with that knowledge I could eventually finish the show.
To this day I find it curious that the dismissal of this ship affected by enjoyment of the show this much. So much of it comes from how we are conditioned by media to want our favorite relationships to end in a romantic relationship - marriage, children, the works. After re-watching the show again, I think it's so curious that so many of us can't appreciate the fantastic relationship arc between Zuko and Katara simply because it didn't end in marriage, children, and the works. Their relationship goes through a complicated journey of being enemies, tentative allies on the brink of friendship, betrayal, repentance, an attempt to make amends, learning to forgive, and forming an effective partnership. I think most viewers will agree that the Zutara relationship arc was much more complex and interesting than the Kataang arc. And that is specifically why so many of us wanted that ship to be canon. But even if it didn't end the way we wanted it to, at least we got all of these developments - at least it's still a darn good compelling on-screen relationship.
I'm of the camp that the show should not have ended by settling the debate and making one ship canon. The characters were quite young even by the end, and Katara was still pretty confused about how she felt about Aang, so they could have just left us hanging and developed it more in the comics. Basically, what happened with The Legend of Korra. The canon relationship in that show was nowhere near as complex at Zutara, but it developed slowly, with a very slow burn, and the friendship between Korra and Asami gradually grew stronger and stronger until we (or at least some of us) could see how good they are together. But the ending shot of that TLK ended with possibility rather than outright taking sides in a ship war. That may have well been because the showrunners felt that society was not yet ready for a gay kiss in media meant largely for children, but I think TLK would have earned that kiss more so than AtLA did.
Despite all that, I still can't help but feel a pang of betrayal regarding what happened with Zutara. But this was among my many experiences that taught me not to get attached to ships. Because sometimes they sink.
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