#hellorhogwartsfics

Ok it’s been enough time - who here has gay wlw Olympic fics - bonus if they’re Korrasami or Supercorp* HMU!

AO3 | Korra x Asami | Rated M | Canon Divergence

The sculpture in Avatar Korra park stood three stories high, fists clenched, her left boot elevated, purveying the skyline, and for the first time, gaze alight. Once jade eyes beaming an ethereal blue from into the Republic City night. 

Citizens enjoying the quiet balmy evening found their gazes lifting skyward at Avatar Aang’s statue, on an island a hundred miles away, responded in kind. Eyes blazing, his arrow tattoos had opened and cut bright in the dark. Every likeness, every carving, every soft toy plushie of their beloved former avatar lit up. Ikki almost fell off her father’s bed when she saw that old family photos of smiling Aang flashed with blue streaks, alongside Korra’s pouting wanted poster’s.

At The High Temple in the Fire Nation, sages fell to their knees as the eyes of Roku started to radiate from all the tapestries and effigies.

The ancient oak carving on Kyoshi island beamed brightly, the villagers gawping up at it had a litany of reactions, the most extreme of which involved a man who had an entire body, foaming-at-the-mouth fit of praise.

An air acolyte posted at the Southern Air Temple had much the same reaction when the spiral of idols in the Hall of Avatars started to glow, one by one until finally a tendril of illumination crawled from the base of Wan’s statue, filling the markings of Raava behind him. 

In the Spirit World, Korra stood at the bottom of the golden escalator as her past lives stepped forward to embrace her. Aang began the ceremony of reconnection with a thumb to her forehead and heart chakra, but others favoured hand shakes and shoulder touches until, finally, Avatar Wan ran at her full tilt, arms open, grin wide, grey body filling with colour for but a moment as he wrapped his soul around her, and like the others disappeared back into the ether.

Omg yes it does!

When you wake up next to him in the middle of the night

With your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife!

And when you think about me, all of those years ago

You're standing face to face with "I told you so"

To The Brink | Korra x Asami | Rated M

AO3 | Korra x Asami | Rated M | Canon Divergence

Korra took her shaking fingers in her hands determined to hold on to solidity and Asami all the same.

Asami’s own resolve was lost. The coil in her chest wound a tight over a riot of panic, swirled ineffably with relief. Everyone she had ever loved most, together, mere inches from her for the first time in a decade; something she thought impossible until now.

“How did you get here?” Korra asked. The chance to reverse her fate quite literally within her grasp, cradling her cheek, parted petal lips tugging on that deliriously beautiful smile.

Asami had more or less been asking herself the same thing, and the answer she felt made no real headway in explaining how such a thing was possible. A few days ago Asami was sure of Korra’s bomb-related psychosis, and here she was standing in the middle of it.

“I might have bribed Wan Shi Tong,”

“With what?”

“Does it matter?”

“Asami,”

AO3 | Korra x Asami | Rated M | Canon Divergence

On the back of a flying bison, Asami kept Korra pressed against her chest. She could almost be mistaken for slumbering peacefully, if not the black bile seeping from her ear. Asami thumbed at a drop on her finger, silky and dark, from looking none of her own skin could be seen beneath, the blackest black impenetrable by light even with the setting sun so close. 

“Let me,” Kya whispered over the whistle of the wind, her hands raised and fingers prone, itching to tend to her patient. Asami nodded and manoeuvred her so she lay, back against her front. Kya bent glowing tendrils of water and pressed them against the weeping scar on her temple and over crest of her still chest. 

“Is she…?”

“She’s breathing. Her heart is beating. Low and slow, but she’s alive.”

For now punctured Asami, pursing her lips to keep from breathing life into the bitter omen. For the first time in days tears dribbled down her cheeks unencumbered by Korra’s hands.

The tender squeeze on her shoulder was sudden and Asami flinched. Opal was knelt beside her, supportive, yet quiet; just as bewildered as Mako and Bolin curled behind her. There had been no time between Korra falling unconscious and Tenzin ushering them on Oogie’s back to explain the gravity of what had befallen them. For the most part Mako’s questions went unanswered, and Asami was beyond capacity to coddle him. She was in love with his ex, and here Korra lay dying. 

AO3 | Korra x Asami | Rated M | Canon Divergence

This is a normal thing - riding a dragon bird. In Korra’s world this is a totally normal occurrence and I need to get on board… How do I steer this thing? Intention? Pointing?

“Korra said she found you at Hai-Riyo Peak, is that a name I could call you? Hai-Riyo?” She wondered aloud, unsure that she would be understood, or even heard in the rush of storm and sky. However, in response, the Dragon bird spirit sped up, eyes closed contentedly, and Asami swore the corders of its beak perked up before she slammed her face onto their neck as she clung for dear life. The world beneath them is skating past at an alarming rate; never in all Asami’s years of flying has she soared so fast without protection from the elements.

The Spirit World from above was breathtaking, even with the country-long crack of inky black bleeding into the sky. The spirits below darting from grove to grove in panicking shoals. Banking over a dense forest, floating whales took shelter, a pack of giant glowing dog spirits raced to meet them, seemingly chasing smaller bluer foxes sprinted ahead of them. Asami’s gut reacted, the sight of them evoked a memory of Korra emerging from the ocean, preceded by a creature Asami hadn’t paid much attention at the time. It had watched for Korra expectedly from the shore; it had been the one leading her. 

“There!” before Asami could bring herself to unfurl her grip on the beast’s back it was turning. Diving at breakneck speed, descending upon where the animals scurried into the forest. The dragon bird cut through canopy without breaking its rhythm, slicing though shuddering trees until a blue fox lay trapped under claw. 

“Easy,” Asami dismounted, finding the fox pushing itself flat against the ground, away from Hai’s hovering talon. Its blue aura was fading now, in favour of gently glowing eyes and a soft beige fur. Gently prying the dragons claw from the foxes raised hackles, she soothed a shaking hand down its back until it preened. “I don’t know how to do this,” she breathed to herself, yet the creature was hopping up on her lap and happily snuffling her face. 

1 Year since I posted the final chapter of To The Brink

Happy anniversary baby you kept me sane during the Pandemmy

Here are some non spoilery comments that gave me life

AO3 | Korra x Asami | Rated M | Canon Divergence

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“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine-” inexplicably, Korra a sob rises up her throat that she is unable to stop and the tidal wave of emotions she’s kept at bay hits her. She’s suddenly under the type scrutiny she’d been so desperate to avoid with romantic gestures and chivalry, and now she’s weeping.

“Oh Korra,” Asami croons, tugging her into her shoulder and cradling her close. “I shouldn’t have brought it up today isn’t about-”

“It’s not that,” Korra braces herself above her, but Asami refuses to release the tangle of her fingers in the hair at the nape of her neck to feel connected. “I’m scared,” Korra’s own fingers scrape the flowers beneath her hands, curled into fists in a desperate grip. “Scared of losing you. If I don’t make it I want you to know this was all worth it just to have this with you, but we’re running out of time and I…” Korra’s throat closes, and unable to speak to moves to cover her face and swipe the tears, sniffling, but Asami catches her.

“Hey, hey come here,” she tugs her close, pulling her down for a kiss, firm and deep, the gentle tapping of drips of water tapping on her cheeks from Korra’s hair, but she doesn’t care. The cold is gripping her core and shivering her spine but where Korra touches her, however damp from their swim, she is warm and safe and she hopes that feeling is mutual as she touches back, hand skimming under her vest now. The intimacy is palpable, calming, and Korra finds herself slipping in its wake, and all that she had held deep inside, breaks out of her. It was easy to forget in keeping this from her that Asami is with her, in every sense of the word.