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therentyoupay · 6 years

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Tahno + korra , note passing!

pastry chef vs. barista!au —[ tahno/korra ]find them all here.

“What in the hell do you call this?”

His patrons look up, momentarily startled—then return to their morning sweets, unfazed.

She’s a thrashing storm in an apron; a tsunami dusted in stray pastry flower; an earth tremor enhanced by the scent of freshly-ground coffee beans; a hurricane in ruffles, which ‘for the record,’ she ’never agreed to, okay, it’s just for publicity, or something, I don’t know it’s Tarrlok’s stupid rule, god I wish they would fire him already—‘

She’s already here, flown across the street like wildfire in a pastry shop, and speaking of such—Tahno keeps working the dough with his roller. He has precisely 5.4 seconds until his refusal to acknowledge her will flip her over the edge, so somewhere just around the tipping point, Tahno finally deigns her with an impervious glance.

Except. Except one of his petit fours is already sitting on the countertop in front of him, which means that she has leaned over the glass barrier—again—and interrupted his perfectly sanitary working space to deposit it there. Again. Clearly, the young amateurs of Avatar Legendary Coffee Roasters care little about the ways of food safety rules and regulations. Tsk. He should offer her a private session to... review them.

“Tahno, we had a deal—we can’t sell your stupid cakes if your face is etched over all of them! In cocoa!”

He lifts his gaze as he spreads his fingers wide, stretching and smoothing and caressing the dough precisely into place... he could do this blindfolded, he thinks, and smirks. Perhaps she’s finally taken notice?

“Oh? Having some sales trouble, Uhavatar?”

“That’s not the point and you know it,” she glares, nearly spitting fire, already rounding on her heel. She’s rampaging out the same way she rampaged in: apron billowing, fists clenching, lividity reeling. “Keep to the damn logo!” she calls, and slams the door behind her with an incongruous twinkle of bells.

“The usual,” Tahno drawls. “Unless you’ve forgotten.”

The tall, broody one glares like flashes of lightning; impressive, at first, in their raw energy—but quickly forgotten.

Tahno can practically see the flames shooting out from his eyeballs as the tall, angry cashier lowers his gaze to the cup he’s scribbling on. Ah, Tahno notes; he is being fastidiously ignored. The tall one is still not speaking to him, then? Uhvatar must have wrangled him into not uttering a word, lest the oaf damage their business partnership. Interesting.

Tahno scans the barcode from his phone—the newest model, but of course, fresh from four days ago—without breaking antagonizing eye contact with the tallest barista. The strain on the aproned oaf is obvious; Tahno’s grin curls deliciously.

“Fantastic customer service, as always,” he tosses, like lazy syrup filled with hidden razors, and steps back from the register. He’s thoroughly enjoying the sensation of laser beam-focus that is trying to melt the flesh from his bones. Flicks a disinterested hand over his shoulder as he nears the end of the bar. “See you, Taco.”

“It’s Mako.”

“So… where’s your star barista this fine morning?” Tahno asks, slowly, deliberately, and glances behind the bar towards the other one—the smaller, shorter, exuberant one. Said barista flips his coffee bean scoop in the air for a full double-rotation and catches it seamlessly, like that is any sort of feat at all.

“Working,” answers the taller, angry Mako. “You know. Like some of us do.”

“She’s in on a conference call,” interrupts the young Bolin with a genuine grin. Tahno’s gaze narrows in spite of himself; Bolin used to be so afraid of him. What’s changed? Where did the fear go? His sudden self-assuredness is…. unnerving. Bolin sets Tahno’s to-go cup down onto the counter and amicably offers, “Wanna leave a message?”

Tahno considers it.

“She knows where to find me,” is all he says as he takes his to-go cup and strolls toward the exit, feeling the tell-tale fire as it burns satisfying, invisible marks into his back all the way out the door, and then some.

It isn’t until he gets across the street and back into his office, into his desk chair, that he glances down at the side of his cup.

Your eyeliner’s smudged.

Twenty seconds later, Tahno tosses the hand mirror to the hard desk with a grating clatter, his sneer stretching something vicious, and his heart-rate is not climbing, it is not, it is fine, and that’s final.

Tahno stares down at the new to-go cup that has suddenly appeared before him.

“Delivery!” comes the cheerful answer from Bolin, presented with an accompanying wink. Ruffled, but electing not to show it, Tahno wordlessly picks up the still-too-hot cup.

“I didn’t pay.”

Bolin beams. “It’s on the house.”

Perturbed even further, Tahno eyes the lid with obvious suspicion. “Is it poisoned?”

Bolin lifts a cupped hand to his mouth and offers a conspiratorial whisper, “With neighborly support.”

If it’s bait, he isn’t biting. “Why?”

“As a special bonus-thank you!” Bolin broadly declares. “Your little baby-cakes are selling like mad!”

“Baby-cakes?”

“Here, check ‘em out! The Lady-Master of the house has sent you one as an offering.”

Tahno looks down at the creation of his own design—his creation, his work, his victories—(and Ming and Shaozu’s help, yeah, whatever)—and stares.

“I have a mustache,” Tahno muses, confused, as he stares down at the obvious… alternations that have been made to his petit four design. “And… orange hair.”

He’s never been one for the heat, but he can feel his blood begin to simmer; he’s not sure it’s entirely anger.

“Yeah! Isn’t it delightful? The sales have never been higher!”

Oh, wait—maybe it is.

#this was really really difficult to keep to five sentences lbr #ballerbrawlista #tahnorra #goddammit tahnorra #therentyoupay ask #therentyoupay anon #therentyoupay fics #therentyoupay fics by prompts #tahorra #portentuous-offerings #dire dire #THIS FIC IDEA IS LITERALLY LIKE 5 YEARS LATE BUT I FINALLY FOUND THE INSPIRATION AND TIME #!!!!!!!!!#THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE MY DEAR #this is 1000% based off of dire's tahnorra fanart of the pastry chef vs. barista au circa 2012 #👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼#🙌🏼

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chicksnfics · 7 years

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Join us in a short break from Republic City Blues to read the fic Michelle wrote for Writersine in our duel of feels. Writersine requested a Tahno x Korra fic from the Legend of Korra fandom.

Wanna hear something we wrote recently? Wanna hear us critique our own writing? Then listen in this time on Chicks N Fics.

#chicks n fics #legend of korra #tahno #tahnorra #tahorra #creative writing #fanfiction #podcast

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furyofthetrinity · 4 years

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Have you ever received hate for a ship you liked?

Yes! Actually I have! Back when Avatar: The Last Airbender was popular, I shipped Zutara so hard, I got into arguments about it on forums and defended why it shouldn’t be cannon. I was an angry little internet monger. xD; I wasn’t proud of it. I have a tendency to ship the more unpopular ships. Though, Zutara, I saw it, was more popular than Kataang. (Please don’t kill me) Oh, and don’t get me started on when Legend of Korra appeared. THAT was ship central. I shipped Tahorra, Amorra, so unpopular. But it was my LIFE.

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habibite · 8 months

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when my time comes chapter one

pairing: tahno/korra fandom: tlok warnings: none tags: #angst angst agnst, #i haven't watched all of tlok and i'm not starting now on going!!

ch 1. excerpt:

tahno is not a redeemed man.

hell, he’s not even sure the word would work with his tongue, thinks that maybe instead of being pronounced it would get stuck, lost somewhere among the list of his wrongs that follow him around.

he doesn’t know when he got a list, he can’t remember when it started to outweigh his accolades. he just remembers that one day it didn’t hurt him when he heard the whispers when he entered the room, like he didn’t hear "he’s bad news" whenever he lingered too long.

#tlok #the legend of korra #tahno #korra #tahorra #tahnorra #ellie writes fanfic

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therentyoupay · 6 years

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tahno + korra, camping!!!!

sci-fi!au —[ tahno/korra ]find them all here.

“No complaining,” Korra snaps, because she has had it with this nonsense—between the sudden ice storm and the navigator losing its frequencies; after only just managing to find this cave in the last few spaces of breath before the boulder-sized hail started to hit; after listening to Tahno whine for over 17 standard hour units on this godforsaken planet—

“You better remember that,” Tahno huffs, staring pointedly at what’s left of their supply pack in the generated, teal-tinged light of their only remaining lamp, and grins so sharp and so lewd and so annoying, “Because I won’t be the one complaining.”

Korra looks over, brow furrowing, lip curling, as she takes in the sight of the only functional sleeping pack that’s survived the journey, and utters a sharp, decisive, “Fuck.”

#therentyoupay ask #therentyoupay fics #therentyoupay fics by prompts #therentyoupay 3 sentence fic meme #therentyoupay askbox meme #tahnoseyeliner #goddammit tahnorra #tahnorra #tahorra #HOPE YOU LIKE IT LOVELYYYY

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katmcash · 8 years

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I miss these kids...

Never forget tahnorra party 2012!!

#tahnorra #tahorra #lok #legend of korra #tahno #korra #otp #my art #these two could have been SO GOOD #i cry #i love korrasami as well #but tahnorra was my jam

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pennyofthewild · 9 years

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“Even the Avatar isn’t so far above fundraising as to not recognize it when she sees it?”

redraw of this fanart (link to original post) i did back in ‘12 for @therentyoupay‘s break the ice!! you can see a side by side comparison here!! ^^

it’s been a slippery, icy sort of road, but progress is inevitable, i guess?

#tahno #korra #lok #tahnorra #tahorra #legend of korra #my art

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cosmic-ribbons · 9 years

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DeviantArt Link

#Legend of Korra #Tahno #Korra #Tahnorra #Tahorra #TahnoxKorra #Ming #The Wolfbats #some other tag I dunno #Angie's artwork

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habibite · 9 months

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title: bottoms up pairing: tahno/korra (legend of korra) word count: 2.1k

posted on ao3

23:30

“I’m hungry.” “Then maybe you shouldn’t have broken the lock.” “I said I was sorry.”

xxx

21:30

He had purchased the eyeliner because it had been advertised as 100% smudge-proof.

It was a claim that Tahno had found to be entirely untrue as he leaned over the cool, ceramic countertop, carefully eyeing the black lines that smeared, if only in the slightest, and if only in the sight of his trained eye.

He gave a heavy sigh as he stood straight once more, having done all he could do to attempt fixing the smeared eyeliner, chiding himself with a quiet click of the tongue for switching from a brand that he had come to trust, to a new brand that he had just heard of the other day.

“If ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” The old adage ran through his mind, one his mother frequently quoted, one he fervently hated.

His hand ghosted over the brass doorknob, and he was almost out, when...

She happened.

It's the only way to describe it, really.

One moment he was on his way to freedom - sweet, sweet freedom - and the next moment, the door opened on him, the frame hitting him square in the forehead and pushing him back, while a mess of sniffles and tears hurrying in, slamming the door behind her.

By itself, it wouldn't have really been a problem. He had never seen her cry, and didn’t particularly care to, and was planning to quietly slip out of the bathroom and back into the crowd upstairs. However, when he heard the door click, and though he didn’t try to open it, he had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that - given his luck - he might be stuck with the mess of sniffles and tears for a while.

And that was a problem.

He had come to socialize (if only briefly), to get drunk (well, not drunk drunk. He never really did like the taste of alcohol, per se, but it was a 21st birthday party - and not just any 21st birthday party, but Miss Asami Sato’s 21st birthday party - so what else was to be expected? … Not to mention that just a sip more of the wine he had previously been nursing on would have substantially improved his current mood, and to have a good night in general. It had been so long since he had actually been out and about and enjoyed himself. He had quite been looking forward to this night.)

He had certainly not come to be trapped in a bathroom with her. Not under normal circumstances, and certainly not when she was upset.

Tahno was, by no means, a big believer in Fate.

He did, however, think that someone, somewhere had a twisted sense of humor.

It's the only way to explain how it came that he was staring down at the distraught girl who only grew more confused at the fact of another person would be in the same room.

Hurriedly, she wiped away her away her tears with the back of her hand, crossing her arms defensively, looking up at him with the most annoyed look on her face.

"What are you doing in here?" And though she wanted her question to come out with a bite, her voice still wavered.

Tahno's eyebrow quirked as he leaned against the cool counter once more, supporting his weight with one hand, ignoring the stinging sensation that came from the door imprint on his forehead.

(And he hoped that she hadn't seen the tears that had welled in his own eyes upon the contact, and the way he hissed - and, well, he may have cursed, but that's not the point because it didn't hurt that much.)

"I could ask you the same thing," he retorted. His voice was smooth, a practiced tone, despite himself being mildly bewildered. "Don't you know what a closed door means?"

Her lower lip jutted out in a pout as she moved just a step closer to him, as if challenging him. "I know what it means," she huffed, "But it wasn’t locked.”

“It was locked.” His lips curled into a frown, his own arms crossing over one another. “Before you knocked it in.”

Because, really, that was the only plausible explanation. Tahno getting older, though… certainly he wasn’t becoming so scatter-minded so soon.

He huffed at the thought (though perhaps she thought he was huffing at her, because her mood only darkened to the point where Tahno could actually feel it.)

(And it felt mildly frightening.)

“Is there something you needed?” He asked, dry humor edging into his voice. “Or did you just come here to bother me?”

“I didn’t come down here for you.” Her eyes narrowed - he had never seen her in such a foul mood before - giving him one last look before turning on her heel for the door. “As much as I know that hurts your feelings.” With the off-handed comment, she twisted at the handle and -

Ah.

Just as he had thought, it didn’t budge.

"Oh, for fuck's sake."

In spite of himself, Tahno chuckled. The exasperation in her voice, mixed with her vocalization of his exact thoughts, was oddly funny.

"You broke it."

"No, I didn't."

"You came in like a rhinopotamus. You broke it."

"If it had been locked, I wouldn't have come in."

She had turned now, looking at him, her hands balled in tight fists at her sides. He still hadn't moved from his spot against the counter.

(And, the pain in his head had gone down quite a bit, thank you very much.)

"It was lo-" He stopped himself mid-sentence. Again, he huffed, the sharp exhale blowing at the strands of fringe that had rested against his forehead. "It doesn't matter." Though the tenseness in his voice made her think that it did indeed matter, and it gave her some small pleasure to know that it seemed to irk him. "What matters is if you can unbreak it."

"I already tried, Pretty Boy." Her hands unballed - thank you - and rested on her hips instead. "Unless you'd like to try."

"I'll leave the brute force to you." His lips pursed, briefly. "I didn't come to throw myself against the door. But, I suppose I also didn't come to spend my night with you." A smirk tugged at the corner at his lips, not entirely from good humor. "Tonight's full of surprises, isn't it, Uhvatar?"

If her mood had lightened any, it was gone as soon as he finished his sentence.

"Apparently." She shifted, turning towards the door as if, by sheer willpower, it would open.

22:15

"No one's coming."

"Shut up."

She had taken up a perch on top of the counter, watching as he paced, worrying tracks into the plush carpet.

"They would have come a long time ago."

"I said, shut up."

Though he was a bit hurt that Ming and Shaozu hadn't come after him.

"Whatever, Mr. Grumpy Hair."

(He found that he liked it much better when she had taken a vow of silence against him.)

22:30

"You're going to burn Asami's rug."

He looked at her - still on the counter - and frowned. "Do you have a better idea?"

"Not yet."

22:35

"Have you tried yelling?"

He groaned. Loudly.

22:37

"I have to go to the bathroom."

"... Are you kidding?"

"Yes."

22:40

He had given up pacing for sitting, the tips of his toes touching the bottom drawers of the cabinet.

"This is ridiculous."

"I agree."

"This is your fault."

Korra scrunched her nose - again, ridiculous - and he second guessed his position on the floor when she had to look down at him. "So call your fan club to bail you out."

22:45

"How much longer do you think the party will last?"

"You don't know much about parties, do you?"

"No."

"A couple more hours. At least."

She sighed, sliding off of the counter and onto the floor, pulling her knees to her chest - and how she did it with the dress she had on, he wasn't quite sure.

Of all the pranks that life had played on him in his twenty-three years of living, this one, by far, took the cake.

Had he known that, when the Sato princess invited him and the Wolfbats to her birthday party, he would be where he was right now, well…

He might have rethought his RSVP.

They had been in the small bathroom (that seemed to be getting smaller) for at least an hour now. Maybe two.

(….Had it been three?)

(Surely not.)

Tahno tried to think of the longest he had ever spent with her, and his mind could only recall the brief moments in the locker rooms before a Pro Bending match.

(Because somehow the Fire Ferrets were still a team.)

(And, though he would never admit it, she was an enjoyable opponent, and seemed to be the one person he had found in his career that could evenly matched against him.)

23:00

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah."

23:15

Despite the thickness of the walls, the rain fell heavily enough for them to hear, and lightning hit hard enough for them to feel the vibration of the thunder. The flickering of the lights gave him enough of an excuse to pretend he didn't notice the momentary look of fear in her eyes.

(Not that he had been looking at her eyes.)

"I didn't know it was suppose to rain."

"So it seems."

"... Do you think the lights will go out?"

"I'm not an electrician, Korra."

"Oh."

"Are you scared?"

"No!"

He laughed a laugh that made him throw his head back. "I can't believe it -"

"Shut up."

"- Our Avatar, afraid of a thunder storm."

She turned her head, unwilling to meet his gaze. "I'm not afraid."

He hummed, the reverberation getting lost in his throat. "If you say so."

And that was that.

23:20

"Hey. When you came in here, you were crying. Why?" He hadn't really meant for the words to come out. It wasn’t that he really cared. Girls cried all the time.

(But it was something different when Korra cried.)

And besides, it was boring to sit in silence.

(And she had seem really upset.)

"I wasn't."

A quirk of his eyebrow challenged her words.

"Mako broke up with me." Her voice made her seem smaller than she already was with her knees pressed tightly against her chest.

"Again?"

"Yeah."

"Hm."

"Surprises, right?" She looked over to him, a crooked grin on her face. (Though it wasn't one he knew her to wear.)

"Yeah."

"Mako's surprised to see Asami in that gown - " And it was a nice gown, Tahno mused. It fit in all the right places and - "And my surprise when he tells me it's over. Just like that." She snapped her fingers for emphasis.

23:22

"Don't worry about him."

23:30

“I’m hungry.”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have broken the lock.”

“I said I was sorry.”

23:40

“Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“What were you doing in here?”

Tahno frowned - he really needed to stop doing that - as he thought of the hateful, overpriced, falsely advertised, pencil stick that brought him here.

(But it hadn’t turned out all bad.)

“What do you think, Uh-vatar?”

“... I feel like it has something to do with the stuff you put on your eyes.”

23:32

“I could always burn the door down.”

“No.”

“But -”

“No.”

“I thought you wanted out.”

“I do,” Tahno’s voice was curt - he hadn’t moved from his position on the floor and was starting to feel a tad stiff - and he eyed her warily, as if the very moment he took his eyes off of her, she would ignite the room in flames. “However, I would like to leave without this house burning down.”

“Suit yourself.” And she only sounded mildly offended when she shrugged her shoulders. “Priss.”

23:35

“It’s still raining.”

“Yes.”

“...It never rains in the Southern Water Tribe.” She stretched her legs out so that they were parallel to his, her hands resting on her thighs.

“I hear it’s a desert.”

“So I’m not use to it.”

“Are you admitting to being scared?” The lack of taunting in his voice surprised her.

“No,” She replied evenly, drawing out the syllable, her arms coming up and over her head, awkwardly stretching before her hands settled back in her lap. “I’m just… not use to it.”

“Okay.”

As if on cue, the roll of thunder - that had quieted down- rumbled, loudly, making her at-ease posture fade quickly as she jumped. Her eyes widened, if only for a moment, frantically scanning the room before locking on his form.

(Honestly?)

“I thought you said -”

“I’m not afraid.” Though the whine in her voice suggested otherwise to him.

He laughed, nudging the tip of his boot against her leg.

“Okay.”

(He couldn’t wait to tell Ming and Shaozu about this.)

(Then again…)

(They didn’t need to know, did they?)

#legend of korra #lok #tahnorra #tahorra #tahno #korra #fanfic #lok fanfic #ellie writes fanfic

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dreamfingerstyping-blog · 9 years

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Tahnorra Week Bliss

Word Count: 1,350

Excerpt: Little sentences with a hint of dry humor were a small price to pay for the way her face lit up and the way her eyes shone with excitement. Any small effort on his part left her glowing, and he found she was getting him to reveal more and more of himself.

Tahno had thought he was done with the softer side of happiness.

He tried to remember feeling sweet or innocent joy for simple things, even going back into to his life at the swamp before he knew Republic City and Republic City knew him.

He usually came up blank.

He’d come to believe the only kind of joy he could get was the fierce kind when he stood on the pro-bending stage, arms outstretched to the blinding lights above his head and frenzied blood pumping adrenaline through his body, all while the blurry figures in the stands screamed: Tahno! Tahno! Tahno! TAHNO!

Joy came when he watched his opponents tumble down and when he watched his water slam victory after victory off the edge of the arena. He hadn’t experienced anything like it before in the grubby and simple life he had lived in his parents’ hut. It was fierce, and it only lingered a moment, like the fizzling bubbles in his victory champagne. More than anything, it left him with a sharp and acute hunger for more.

His experience with her had started off the same way. The challenge flashing in her blue eyes brought up the same response in him. He was ready to fight, to compete, and to win.

And he knew she was, too.

It was only after he really had won and he was left with a bitter taste in his mouth that he started to wonder if it was right to feel this way. He raised his hands to the crowd but all he could think of was the raw fury in her face that screamed how dare you. He tried to swallow it down, and then before he could even think about what this new feeling meant or what he would do with it, there was a dark figure and a white flashing mask coming for him and fear was clawing up his throat and there was a icy finger on his forehead and everything in his body was being twisted and bent out of shape—

And then he was falling.

And falling.

The only time he had really started to process anything was when uncomfortably warm hands grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. He came to in his apartment and she’d looked at him with such intense fear in her eyes that he felt something in him shiver in response. She said he’d been slumped on his couch since she’d left him there two nights ago when he was released from the healers. That as far as she knew, he hadn’t moved or eaten.

All he knew was that he still felt like he was falling.

That’s when she’s started to come every day to check in on him. She’d bring large rustling bags of groceries and babble on as she tried to figure out how to work his stove. The first thing he said since it all happened was a quiet, “I’ve never used that stove once.”

She stopped what she was doing and stared in a mixture of surprise and hope until slow laughter started to bubble out of her. “I should have known,” she gasped, “that you didn’t cook.”

A tiny smile worked at his lips. They cracked and the inside of his mouth filled with the taste of copper, but something flickered in him for an instant. Something that told him maybe he wasn’t as numb as he felt.

She came often and he found that he was starting to wait for her. There was only so much staring one could do at the same skyline every day before they started to feel even more empty than they already were. She filled up the apartment with her presence, always bursting in like a miniature storm cloud.

She tried to get him to speak with her. At first, it was only monosyllabic answers that clearly indicated he had no interest in engaging in conversation. Her smile never wavered and her eyes never darted down from his face in awkwardness. She soldiered on, and eventually, he found himself joining in.

Little sentences with a hint of dry humor were a small price to pay for the way her face lit up and the way her eyes shone with excitement. Any small effort on his part left her glowing, and he found she was getting him to reveal more and more of himself.

And he found he didn’t feel the same bite of resentment when he finally told her where he was from. Or when he finally let her hear him speak in his heavy swamp accent that he had worked day and night during his first weeks in Republic City to hide. She smiled in what almost seemed like relief. Like she was relived that he was getting better, like she was relieved he had decided to confide in her.

Like she was relieved she had found someone like herself in Republic City.

Once she came during the middle of the night, shaking and shivering and speaking too quickly for him to understand about a nightmare. He grabbed her shoulders with more strength than he thought was left in his body, and tried to anchor her.

“Korra, I’m here.”

Her eyes stopped flicking around the shadows of his apartment and focused on him. Her pupils dilated and a powerful shiver ran through her body. “Tahno,” she whispered in the silence of the empty room. “I’m so scared.”

His throat went dry and he tried to swallow. He didn’t know what to say to that. He was still scared out of his mind. He didn’t know what he was going to do, where he was going to go, because he knew he couldn’t hide in his room forever—

But he knew what helped. And what she had done for him in the simplest terms that had made it bearable.

“I’m here, Korra. I’m here with you.”

Her eyes flooded with tears and she caved into him, shoulders folding and head lowering to rest on his chest. He held her there and wondered how the tables had turned so quickly. How he had started as the one needing someone to be there and ended up becoming the one who was there.

Eventually he steered her over from the entry way to his room and his bed where he helped her lay down, tugging the heavy boots off her feet. She probably had some training session the next morning or some idiotic task force mission. A small part of him snapped in fury at the fact that they didn’t know what they were doing to her, that she was only human and she was expected to bear the weight of all the world’s benders. He was just lowering himself to the floor for the night when she snatched at his hand.

“Please stay.”

Blue eyes flashed down at him in the darkness, still heavy and dark with fear. He stared for a moment and then nodded, shaking with the effort of pulling himself off the floor again. He eased himself into the covers beside her and laid there stiffly until she curled over, pressing her head against his chest and directly over his heart. He breathed slowly in the silence, smelling the rain of the city on her skin and feeling the ridiculous amount of warmth her body radiated.

“Thank you.”

The sound of her voice was muffled against his shirt and he turned to face her, resting his chin on the top of her head. “You’re safe here, Korra.”

“I know.”

Gradually, the heavy atmosphere lifted. The fear and uncertainty left the darkness till it was nothing more than a comforting blanket. They laid there together in their own little bubble of comfort from the monsters and threats lurking outside the doors and windows.

A deep peace rose up in his chest, and with it, Tahno found there was a simple and sweet happiness.

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