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Guys, I collected some of the recommended Amorra fics (a lot of them have been deleted - so I scraped archives of fanfiction.net, I hope that's ok? because these authors are god tier and it's such a shame they don't exist on Internet anymore)

[Existing ones]

a man whose heart is hollow

The departure

Reflection

The Caress of Water (there's a FF version as well)

The Castaway

The Cave (everyone knows this one 🫡)

The Code

Radiance

Love & Corruption

Gateway

The Secret Admirer

The Sunbeam of the Soul

Vessels

Finally I See You

Bending Can Be Fun

Reversal

Talk

Healing

Masks

Temptation and Salvation

Mending

Body Talk

Mascara

Slow Dance

[Deleted ones] No particular order:

Perhaps In Another Life

Turning The Tables

Equilibrium

The First

Vacation

Four Seasons, Four loves

Haunted

Smirk

How to Win at Stalemate

Eternal Return

Shadows and Wakes

Synergy

Hell's Chance

I might expand this later with the ones I've read but forgot to add. I literally read all this in a span of 2-3 weeks and I regret nothing lol.

All credits go to respectful authors - you guys are amazing, god tier writers, and literally some of this is so much better than the 'official' books and novels that you'd buy in a bookstore.

Average Equalist meeting.

With the Avatar converted to their side. The spirit of the Revolution has proven itself incorruptable...

Amorra Week Day 4: Amon wins AU

I couldn’t (didn’t want to) imagine what would happen if Amon actually won. So here’s just an “Amon wins the fight” instead.

Spoiler; they bang.

I'm not that sure about this one. It follows the plot of my own "Amon Wins AU" series, so although you can get what's going on here, it would be best if you read the rest of the chapters later. (BTW, since the AI has been stealing works from Ao3, only registered users have access to my works, so you'll need to log in to read them) Whatever, I hope you like it :) @amorraweek2025

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The moment her fist collided against his mask, a lot of tiny, irregular chunks flew over them, mixing altogether with the snowflakes falling from the sky. And that was where her heart was shattered into a million pieces, just like that mocking symbol of the Equalist revolution fell to their feet.

The man behind the mask was none other than…

“Noatak”, Korra breathed out, stumbling a few steps backward. She could not bring herself to believe it. As chaos spread far off in the city, fire and smoke painting the landscape of gray and red, and the faint echoes of screams reached her ears, she stared at him with wide eyes.

Her panicked heartbeat hammered against her ribs, but at the same time, she could have sworn her blood ran cold in that very moment.