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The Red String Theory (05)

Water Will Reach Its Destination - 水到渠成

𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 | 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 | 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁

a/n: next chapter is 8k words. How're we feeling chat?

Chicken? Check. Soaked mushrooms? Check. Sliced vegetables? Check.

Annoyance doesn’t even begin to describe how you felt when Zuko assigned you to be the ship’s cook as punishment for the rudeness displayed after you’d found out he’s teamed up with Zhao. 

Either way, you’d be cooking the best dishes you’ll ever make for yourself, while petty much giving him nothing but scraps. The thought of this mini payback makes you chuckle lowly, not noticing Iroh’s presence until you turn. 

The sudden sight of him makes you shriek, placing a hand over your racing heart in an attempt to calm it. “Spirits, Uncle Iroh! I could’ve burnt you or something!” The spatula you hold is more than enough of a threat, lowering it from its initial pose above your head, ready to swing.

“I just came to see what’s for dinner,” Uncle Iroh lowered his hands that were lifted in surrender, casually strolling into the kitchen and picking up a ladle. He glances at the ingredients you’ve spread out on the table, raising a brow when you grab an onion and begin to slice it. “Stew or noodles?”

“You know I eat nothing but noodles,” you snort, blinking rapidly as the onion gas causes involuntary tears to form in your eyes. “Besides,” tossing the now sliced onions into the wok brings a sharp hiss, “I doubt the Crown Prince will be pleased to see you chatting with someone who’s drawn his ire.” 

This draws a chuckle from him. “And I am his uncle. Do you think I would be affected?”

Sizzles fill the air in place of a response, though the sadness in your eyes doesn’t go unnoticed by him. “I know he can be…difficult, but please understand that-”

“I’ve been understanding, Iroh.” Words filled with bitterness finally spill from your lips, a testament to how long you’d been holding in your feelings. A sharp exhale brings your focus back to the onions that slowly begin to char in the wok. “Water has its destination.”

The air grows still, your turned back signalling an unspoken sign for him to leave. “I see,” He says at last, the lantern casting his shadow in the doorway. “I look forward to dinner.” You wait for a while longer to make sure he’s gone, confirming it when you turn to grab the sliced pieces of raw mushrooms to toss into the wok. 

Recalling how visibly frustrated you were with Iroh moments earlier makes you sigh, wishing you hadn’t made your feelings so evident. However, you can hardly blame yourself for feeling this way after all, especially with how much you’ve tolerated over the years.

The most recent incident with the Avatar made you reach your tipping point. 

Water reaches its destination. 

The very proverb you’d brought up to Uncle Iroh now mocks you in the corner of your mind. 

He’d been the one to teach it to you, after all. It had been a year and a half ago when you stormed into his cabin and slammed the door behind you, having been subject once again to Zuko’s pride and stubbornness that refused to let him see common sense.

“The Avatar is dead, why can’t he just accept that we’re never going home?” you had cried out, pacing the floor, not realizing that you were in the wrong cabin. “Was he banished for being such a thick-headed numbskull? Yes! Was he banished unfairly? Also yes!”

A groan of frustration filled the air as you slammed your fist against the wall. “I can’t even hit him because he’s the Crown Prince!” An idea occurred to you, raising your head with a small smirk. “But we’re not in the Fire Nation anymore…”

Just then, you finally noticed the red decorations around the room. The sheer amount of colour was more than enough for you to realize that something was very, very wrong. Taking a small step back, you finally heard an odd noise behind you.

You quickly turned, almost frozen in place once you fully processed General Iroh sitting a short distance away, calmly grinding his ink tablet and dipping his brush. He showed no sign of distress at having been interrupted, raising his head with a collected yet wise gaze.

“I’m so sorry, General Iroh!” Finally recovering your senses, you dropped to the floor and bowed deeply with your forehead touching the ground. Even though you had been told of his generosity to his subordinates, it was never the same thing when faced in person.

“It’s quite alright. I understand. Besides, water has its destination.”

“Wha-?” You cut yourself off quickly, lowering your gaze (and head) back to the floor. Sure, you might be a defiant servant with the occasional accident, but it didn’t mean you wanted to lose your life. Besides, you had someone important waiting for you to return.

You couldn’t afford to die here.

“Once one’s patience has been exhausted and circumstances align, things will naturally come to a resolution or conclusion. It suggests that one should wait for the right moment to act decisively rather than continuing to tolerate an intolerable situation indefinitely,” he said wisely, setting down his brush and beginning to grind more ink.

“And as for hitting Prince Zuko, well, I’m sure that can be arranged.” You lifted your head in surprise, taken aback by his words. “He does need a sparring partner after all.”

“I would be honoured,” you managed to muster, slowly standing back up. A hint of mischief was in his smile as he raised a brow at your reaction. “I’m eternally grateful for your mercy, General.”

“Please, as you mentioned earlier, we’re no longer in the Fire Nation. You may refer to me as Uncle Iroh.” The mere reference to your earlier outburst shot a chill up your spine, and you tensed visibly in fear that he might be offended. 

Warmth flooded your ears in embarrassment, wishing you had burst into anyone else’s cabin but his. Then again, no one would have been as kind as he was. 

“I could never!”

“Then I will make it an order,” he stated simply, chuckling at the comical way your eyes widened.

You exited his room afterwards with a sense of bewilderment and awe, hands grasping your neck in disbelief that you still stood there alive. Walking back to your actual cabin this time, you recalled the new proverb he had spoken about. “Water reaches its destination…” you muttered under your breath with a shake of your head.

— — — — — — 

If there's one thing you’ve learnt about Zuko, it’s that he abides by the rules to the point it makes you wonder how you’re even alive after insulting him to his face countless times. ‘Hothead’, ‘Poopface’, ‘Steamboat without an engine’, and ‘Hot air’ were among those insults that would’ve been enough to land you in jail if you’d been back home. 

Wow, you realise, is that seriously the extent of my insults? I could do better.

However, what used to be such a stupid trait of his would prove useful in your plan to escape. A couple of barrels tucked away in the corner catch your eye upon preparing the number of bowls for the crew’s dinner. You’d already eaten your share of food, making sure to take the best bits of meat for yourself. 

Wandering over out of curiosity, you grab the barrel and twist the top, surprised when you hear the liquid sloshing around inside. Moving closer to it and taking a whiff makes your nose wrinkle in disgust. 

Baijiu. Insanely strong liquor that you’d been subject to drinking occasionally with Hui Ge. Sailors love it, elders even more so. The taste itself is horrible, but once you get past it, the burn is rather pleasant. 

Your alcohol tolerance isn’t the highest, but it’s somewhat bearable with experience aiding you. Closing it, you shift it to a more comfortable position to introduce it to the crew for dinner. You just know they’d love this.

However, who’s to say that only the crew can drink it?

An idea takes root in your mind, glancing from the dining area to the barrel, then to the space at the head of the table. It lays empty, perfect for a single person whose authority commands the entire ship.

He probably wouldn’t have the highest alcohol tolerance, would he…? You strongly doubt that he’d ever consumed alcohol before, much less been anywhere near it. He could potentially be…a lightweight.

Using it to your advantage does seem like a rather spiteful move, but you’d already made your peace with it earlier. There’s nothing you wouldn’t do to go home again. 

Nothing.

— — — — — — 

“Is this…dinner?” Zuko stares down at the bowl you plop in front of him with a carefree smile. Faux cheerfulness masks the bitterness behind your expression, glancing at the other members of the crew who remain standing. 

You frown at his clear scepticism of your cooking, squinting at the soup. It looks perfectly fine to you. Sure, maybe the meat’s a bit overdone, and maybe the soup might be a tad bit too spicy, but other than that, you couldn’t ask for anything better! 

“Well, you could always…make it yourself.” Hui Ge’s shoulders stiffen instantly in the corner of your eye, but you ignore it in favour of crossing your arms and leaning on the table. What would Zuko do about your impertinence? Fire you?

Apparently, Zuko must have reached the same conclusion. He sighs, pretending not to have heard your snide reply. He picks up his chopsticks and begins to eat, a silent signal for the rest of his men to take their places around the table. You watch in satisfaction, heart thrumming in anticipation for what’s to follow.

He’s already feeling guilty enough for subjecting you to cooking for the entire crew. Even though you may not be friends, you’ve been around him long enough to pick up on subtle traits at the very least, and you intend to use it to your full advantage. So when you knock on his door and meekly ask him to have dinner with the rest of the crew, you’re initially met with doubt and uncertainty. 

Once you bring up the argument and his own words said, however, his tightly-pressed lips hint at a grimace. As such, it took almost no time at all to convince him to head below deck. After all, what would he do? Turn down someone who used to be his ‘friend’?

Once everyone’s seated after taking their utensils and bowls of beef noodles, the time has come to be patient. “Not enough salt,” Hui Ge grunts softly. You elbow him under the table in response, though it doesn’t affect him in the slightest with his large build. 

“I put salt, it’s just that you guys eat too many salty things that your taste buds are dead,” You scowl. Your response must’ve been funny though, as he lets out a rambunctious laugh right after. 

It stuns Zuko momentarily, chopsticks paused halfway to his mouth as Hui Ge slaps a hand over his mouth. However, the prince shows no sign of discomfort, choosing instead to continue eating. 

Eyeing the way he grips his chopsticks a little tighter, and how his eyes dart around slightly, is enough to confirm his discomfort. Grinning, you pretend to chuckle, finally breaking the ice as everyone else starts to relax a little more and talk about trivial things. 

There’s still a sense of awkwardness in the air though, but you know just the solution to fix that. “Where’re you going?” Hui Ge asks, seemingly grabbing Zuko’s attention at the same time with his question. 

“Well, considering that it’s Prince Zuko’s first time dining with everyone…”You trail off, rolling out a huge barrel. The alcoholic liquid inside sloshes back and forth with the motion. You lift it with help from Hui Ge, placing it down on the end of the table. “I think it calls for some form of celebration, don’t you think?”

You’re instantly met with cheers, but one of the men pipes up with a question. “But will Prince Zuko allow it?” The loud cheers die down quickly, everyone turning to look at the head of the table. You lean an elbow on the barrel top, raising a brow in interest.

“Yeah Prince Zuko, surely you’d let your subordinates drink a little bit. Especially after considering what they’ve all just been through. Interrogations and all.” You wave a lazy hand in the air, though your gaze is filled with pure defiance. Silence falls over the room, everyone waiting with bated breath for his final verdict. 

After long last, he looks up from his bowl with a sigh. “You may drink.” 

Everyone rejoices with his approval, a few soldiers running to grab the proper baijiu glasses and handing one to him with their head bowed. You get one of the crew to crack open the barrel top, using a ladle to scoop out the baijiu and pour it into its proper ceramic jug Uncle Iroh had so graciously provided at the beginning of the voyage.

Zuko picks up the glass with interest, turning it around in his hands as he inspects the delicate details. It’s honestly cheaply made, but at least it’s enough to intrigue him while you busy yourself pouring the alcohol for everyone.

Rambunctious laughter fills the cabin, everyone heading back for seconds. Helmets are off, Zuko’s at the head of the table, and food is making everyone feel at ease. It’s all falling into place. 

Once the words painted on the barrel in bright red are proudly displayed upon moving the barrel to the middle of the table, excitement supercharges the air. “Praise to the Fire Nation!” A soldier calls out, lifting his baijiu glass in the air. Everyone else follows suit, and you pick up yours as well.

“It’s baijiu, Zuko. C’mon, we’re at sea! There’s no one here to punish us for trying a little sip.” Your coaxing seems to work, his narrowed eyes relaxing somewhat when you take a sip from his cup. You lick your lips with a satisfied smile, handing it to him. “See? Nothing to it.”

He brings the cup to his mouth and tilts it, swallowing the alcohol with a disgusted scowl. It’s easy to tell that he does feel some form of guilt towards you — he accepts your encouragement to drink without much hesitation after all. 

Bright laughter and cheerful smiles seem to bring the atmosphere to a head, everyone now challenging each other in an attempt to see who can drink the most. You’re constantly by Zuko’s side, ensuring that he’s sipping away from his special little cup and occasionally eying the exit.

Escape is only a lifeboat away.

Time passes by so slowly, but it’s only a matter of minutes before Zuko’s already more or less wasted beside you. His head is on your shoulder mumbling things under his breath. You couldn’t care less about what they are. 

What’s more important is the number of people that are passed out in the cabin, some lying on the floor while some are in each other’s laps.

You push him off you, the slightest bit of compassion in your conscience helping him lay down in his chair. His head lolls to the side, blinking groggily as he tries to regain his senses. Hiding a laugh, you adjust his arms so that you can move away successfully. 

“Wh-wha-?” Wrinkling your nose, you fan the space in front of you to rid it of the alcohol in his breath. He’s going to wake up with one hell of a headache. You grin. Serves him right. 

Heading toward the exit, you lean down and grab the bag you’d securely tucked behind the mess of extra chairs and objects they’d casually tossed aside.

The door swings open without a hitch, the slightest of creaks making you freeze. Fortunately, they’re all still sound asleep. The exhale of relief that leaves your chest almost makes you keel forward, every muscle in your body tense. If anyone caught you trying to escape, there’s no telling what would happen.

The lifeboats sit in the corner of the ship’s upper deck, gently rocking and swaying in the sea breeze. The rough texture of the ropes scratches against your hands mercilessly, as if warning you of the dangers ahead. The skin blisters and splits open on certain areas, drawing blood to the surface. 

Ignoring all the pain, you climb inside and lower the lifeboat into the water. It hits the surface with a loud splash. Drops of seawater land on your face, and you use your shoulder to wipe them away roughly before grabbing a knife stowed away in your left boot. 

Sawing through the ropes takes more time than you expect, especially since it’s already night. The moon itself is shielded by the clouds in the sky as if someone painted over it. 

Surely some light wouldn’t hurt, right?

A small flame flickers on the tip of the ring finger and pinky on your left hand, guiding it toward the almost-sawed-through ropes. Gritting your teeth, you use the remaining strength you have to finish the job, panic spurring you forth when you hear a few shouts above you. 

Finally, the ropes snap. You collapse on the boat, muscles aching with exhaustion. However, there’s no chance to rest. Distance is what you have to put between you and the ship. So you grab the oars, ignoring the pain in your hands that scream for mercy. 

The waves seem to be on your side, gently guiding the boat in a specific direction. Maybe the spirits are truly with you today. Hunching down, you stash your bag between your calves and focus on rowing as fast as you can. 

After what seems like hours, you set down the oars and allow a moment of peace, glancing around with the alertness you’d honed in the palace, having hidden behind corners and passageways when someone important came around. 

The cold wind of the night brushes past your ear like a whisper, arms and legs starting to shiver. Luckily, you’d thought ahead and packed a change of clothes that had much duller colours compared to the prominent red fabric on your shirt. 

After getting changed, you pull out the water tribe cloak Zuko had gifted you, wrapping it tightly around your cold body. Taking a deep breath, you stare into the abyss of darkness under the water surface. 

It’s now or never, you suppose, dropping the clothes you’d changed out of into the sea, watching it sink down further and further until you can’t see their vibrant red. 

The clouds overhead pass by, allowing the gentle beams of moonlight to shine down. They reflect off the waves, resembling jewels and gems you’d heard about in stories. It’s beautiful. Breathing in deeply, you lay down in the boat, staring up into the night sky. 

You feel light. It’s as if a cannonball that had been strapped to your chest is gone, sunken below the sea so deep that it can no longer be found. Suddenly, breathing is a little easier, and thoughts are a little clearer.

A huff of disbelief falls from your lips, sitting up and running a hand through your hair. The ship is no longer within view, and it feels as though an invisible shackle has finally been unchained from your very being. 

You’re free.

“I’m free,” you mumble to yourself as if saying it out loud would solidify it even more. Staring back at the dark horizon, giggles erupt from your chest and you take a moment to stand up. Cupping both hands around your mouth, you shout it into the sky, pure happiness in your voice. 

After the mini-celebration, your excitement dies down and it’s time to decide which way to go. The vast darkness doesn’t even feel as scary as you thought it would, deciding to just row until you see land. Then, you can make your way back on foot or hijack a horse.

You stare at the grey clouds passing overhead, noting their ominous colour. That’s not a good sign, especially for someone who’s on a mere lifeboat out at sea, with little supplies and limited rations.

In this case, that someone is you.

“...I should’ve made a plan."

avatar masterlist

*note- after ehfar is over, i won't write for avatar anymore. also, these avatar fics are the first fics i've ever written and i've improved a lot since then! please read some of my other works if you enjoy these<3

zuko

transferred ↳ 23k words, finished series | trying to run from your past is hard, but falling for your brother’s roommate is even harder. little do you know that he’s falling for you as well.

everything happens for a reason ↳ 114k+ words, in progress series | as a servant in the fire nation, you’ve learned that life is often unfair. but as you venture through a tumultuous relationship with a certain prince, you come to realize a very tricky lesson: everything happens for a reason.

eyes closed  ↳ 1.3k words | you know you should hate him. but you can’t stop thinking about him. 

falling ↳ .8k words | two idiots go hiking together, romantic chaos ensues

warmth  ↳ 1.6k words | the two times he notices her shivering and the one time he does something about it. 

empty ↳ 1.6k words | victory had never felt so empty.

reminiscence ↳ 1.3k words | just because you and your husband are retired doesn’t mean you don’t have amazing advice for the new team avatar.

right where you left me ↳ 2.7k words | after his betrayal in the crystal caves, zuko returns to the fire nation a hero, leaving a fallen ba sing se behind him. but what happens to the girl he left behind, a girl who only knew him as lee?

oh spirits ↳ 1.8k words | literally just the ‘there was only one bed’ cliche with zuko

sokka

talking to the moon ↳ 4.1k words | dealing with the aftermath of the worst event of your life. 

you look perfect ↳ 1.7k | sokka cheers you up before your anniversary.

night owl ↳ .9k words | when things get too overwhelming, your boyfriend is always there to pull you back, no matter how forcefully he has to do it.

neighborly things ↳ 1.6k words | reader can’t make things for shit. thankfully, she has a cute and crafty neighbor willing to help her. 

come back safe ↳ 1.2k words | you and sokka have to part ways in ba sing se, but he’s not letting you go without saying his piece.

fever ↳ 1.7k words | sokka’s convinced there’s a mystery illness keeping you from focusing, but somehow he’s completely oblivious that the only ‘sick’ you are is lovesick, and he’s the reason you can’t focus.

hold on to me (im a little unsteady) ↳ 1.7k words | a late night with sokka reminds you that even on the worst days, you always have someone in your corner.

asami

death by a thousand cuts ↳ 3.1k words | you and asami fall out of love.

korra

cold ↳ .3k words | not everybody can withstand freezing weather of the south all day. luckily, between all the jokes at your expense, korra can help.

Can you do hceadcannons for Katara and Ty Lee helping their male friend through bad depression? (gender neutral)

Katara and Ty Lee Helping their friend s/o going through depression.

~Katara~

Katara notices that her friend s/o has been acting differently lately, becoming withdrawn and distant.

She confronts s/o about it, expressing her concern and offering her support.

S/o opens up to Katara about their struggles with depression, feeling overwhelmed and hopeless.

Katara listens attentively, validating s/o's feelings and assuring them that they are not alone. Katara suggests seeking help from a therapist or counselor, emphasizing the importance of mental health and self-care.

She encourages s/o to engage in activities that bring them joy and relaxation, such as painting, dancing, or meditating.

Katara also offers to accompany s/o on walks or outings, providing a comforting presence and a listening ear.

Together, they create a self-care plan for s/o, including daily affirmations, exercise, and healthy eating habits.

Katara checks in regularly with s/o, offering words of encouragement and reminding them of their worth and strength.

Through Katara's unwavering support and understanding, s/o begins to see a glimmer of hope and resilience, knowing that they have a true friend by their side.

~Ty Lee~

Ty Lee is incredibly perceptive and intuitive, so she immediately notices when their friend s/o starts to withdraw and show signs of depression.

Despite their bubbly and carefree exterior, Ty Lee is actually very empathetic and caring, so she takes it upon herself to help s/o through their struggles.

Ty Lee spends hours talking with s/o, listening to their feelings, and offering comfort and support. She always knows the right things to say to make s/o feel better.

Ty Lee also encourages s/o to engage in activities that bring them joy, like painting or going for walks in nature. She knows that these things can help lift y/n's spirits.

Ty Lee is not afraid to confront s/o about their negative thoughts and behaviors, but she always does so with love and understanding. She wants to help s/o see their own worth and potential.

Ty Lee's presence alone is a source of comfort for s/o. Just having her around brings a sense of peace and positivity to s/o's life.

Ty Lee's unwavering support and love help s/o navigate through their depression and come out stronger on the other side. With Ty Lee by their side, s/o knows they are never alone in their struggles.

hello ^^

can I request Zuko x pregnant reader or just hurt/comfort?

Zuko x Pregnant reader.

A/N: Sorry if this is kind of short. I'm kind of a little rusty right now when it comes to writing X readers right now.

Zuko's reaction was a mix of shock and joy as he processed the news. His eyes widened as he took in the words, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. He reached out a trembling hand to gently lift y/n's chin, making her meet his gaze. "Y/n, are you serious? You're pregnant with my child?" he asked, his voice filled with a mixture of disbelief and excitement.

Y/n nodded slowly, tears welling up in her eyes as she searched his face for a reaction. Zuko's expression softened as he pulled her into a tight embrace, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I can't believe it… I'm going to be a father," he whispered, his voice filled with wonder.

As the reality of the situation sunk in, Zuko felt a surge of protectiveness and love for y/n and their unborn child. He vowed to be there for her every step of the way, to support her and their growing family with all his heart.

"I may not have had the best role model when it comes to fatherhood, but I promise you, y/n, I will do everything in my power to be the best father I can be," Zuko declared, his eyes shining with determination.

Y/n couldn't help but smile through her tears, feeling overwhelmed with love for the man she had chosen to start a family with. In that moment, she knew that no matter what challenges they faced, they would overcome them together, as a team.

And as they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, basking in the glow of their shared happiness, Zuko couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected blessing that had been bestowed upon them. He knew that their journey ahead would be filled with challenges, but he was ready to face them head-on, with y/n by his side.

Avatar The Last Airbender masterlist:

Aang

Zuko

Zuko Hugging Headcanons.

Zuko x Pregnant reader.

Katara

Falling in love with Katara.

Helping their friend s/o going through depression.

Toph

Sokka

Ty Lee

Helping their friend s/o going through depression.

Azula

Mai trying to do Y/n's so they can go meet with Aang

Mai : Zuko you're child's being difficult!

Zuko: why's Y/n always only my child when they've done something???!!

Y/n : Hey Aang ?

Aang : yeah Y/n

Y/n: I just realized something we might be related

Aang: really? How

Y/n: the first Avatar Wan is my great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great grandfather. There might be more greats in there some where

Little one

Platonic Korra x reader family Tenzin, Bumi and Kya x sibling Gn! Airbender reader

Summary You used to visit your mom Katara and Korra but stopped when Korra was 12 so you could do some traveling. You see her later in Republic city.

You were the twin of Kya. The child of Aang and Katara. You should have seen the look of excitement Aang had on his face the first time he held you. He was even more excited when he discovered you and your younger brother Tenzin were Airbenders like him.

Flashback to a 12 year old Korra

" Y/n do you HAVE to go?" Little Korra asked holding onto your legs tightly as you leaned onto your Sky bison for support. Korra was surprisingly strong for a 12 year old. " Now now little one I promise our paths will cross again ." You replied prying her off your legs and giving her a bear hug before turning to face your mother and giving her a lighter hug. " You're father would be proud of you of the person you have become. " Katara said. " Thank you mom." You replied. Before you could get on your sky bison Korra stopped you. " Pinky promise we'll see each other again?" She asked sticking out her pinky. " Pinky promise we'll see each other again little one." You replied looping your pinky with hers. You gave Korra one last hug before hopping on your sky bison and flying away.

Flashback over

That had been 5 years ago. It's been 5 years since you've been to republic city since you've seen any of your family or Korra. Lin had manged to get in touch with you somehow and asked you to come back. When you got to the station you forgot your arrows were covered since you didn't want to draw any attention nothing bad would happen if you did draw attention you just didn't feel the need for attention right now.

When you walked to Lins work office you saw 4 young teens 2 females and 2 males. One of the females looked alot like...." Korra ?" You asked. " I'm sorry do I know you?" Korra asked. " Ouch has it really been that long?.... Little one." You replied taking off your bandana covering your arrows on your head. " Y/n? Is that really you?" Korra questions. You nodded your head yes and Korra excitedly ran up to you and gave you a bear hug almost knocking you down in the process.

" Hi Korra it's been to long. I missed you." You said hugging her tightly back. " I missed you too. " Korra cried happy tears into your shirt. Happy to see you again happy that you kept your promise you made years ago with her.

Ok i know I said I wouldn't write for the live action version of Avatar the last Airbender but I might have to make an exception for Suki because like have you seen her? She's gorgeous