#kiyo does stuff

Trick: Mischief

A chaotic little drabble. There may be more chapters later!

Treat: For the Bride!

Forever grateful to @hipster-rapunzel and Gner0 💕

Extra lore/headcanons:

Kai saves the newspaper article

He also starts going to her fan events and public appearances (even after he starts pro-bending himself he still goes when he can, but incognito)

After this, it becomes common for pro-bending hopefuls to do 1-2 years in the Air Nation Peace Corps as part of their early training. Some even take up hybrid schedules- working with the ANPC in the off-season or being available for local short-range missions.

Kai sneaks/cons his way into the stadium for the finals

He ofc couldn't get a good seat, but actually ended up sitting next to incognito Korra who came to watch her protege’s match (she has to sit at the back because she is very loud and also a very public figure)

When Korra trained her, Korra would just use all the elements. (Even later when they brought in more people for full practice matches haha)

Jinora's signature moves:

Using small blasts of air for momentum

Both to recover balance

And gain more height, often springing off of a teammates hands/step up

Shockwave when coming down

Dead stop earth disks

About the Zaofu Shirshus:

Zeng Jie is nonbinary :)

Kai stepped out of the water, letting the last wave play between his toes. "Babe, can you hand me my beach towel?" he called up the gentle slope as he walked towards his group.

However, upon approaching a bit closer, he saw not Jinora sitting calmly in the shade while reading, but a scene of absolute carnage. 

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Through a thin haze of sand and bending debris, he could just see Ikki swirling a whirlwind - merely an eddy in the cacophony of sand tsunamis and mudballs being flung by the older benders. A closer look at the fraught scene reveals Meelo wrangling a pelli-puffin, Opal and Bolin ducking for cover (the latter somewhat unsuccessfully, as evidenced by his seaweed-stache), and Jinora attempting to shield her book.

"What's going on?!" Peeking up from within her defensive wind bubble, Jinora deadpans, "Prank war with the Avatar."

Oh. He wasn't about to miss out on this epic bout of chaos!

Ducking through the battlefield, Kai alights by Jinora's side for just a moment, planting a quick kiss on her forehead and grabbing his hoodie. "See you on the other side, babe!" he declared, before diving into the chaos.

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Not even an hour earlier, Kai never would have imagined the ensuing madness. Instead of diving headfirst into a bending brawl, his only plan was to swim in the ocean, hang out with his girlfriend, and maybe act as a living jungle gym for Meelo and Rohan.

A day at the beach with family, friends, and his crush! (Yes, definitely still crushing, no matter how long they had been in a relationship.)

Kai was bouncing the whole walk down to Asami's private beach, thinking of the surf and sand filled day ahead of them! He helped set up the towels and umbrellas, watched Jinora settle in with her book, and slapped on some sunscreen before commanding Ikki and Meelo help each other do the same (it took an eyebrow-quirked glare from Jinora for them to actually listen). Preparations complete, he couldn't stand it a moment more and bounded towards the ocean, strides aided by an unnatural tailwind. One final leap with a glorious moment riding the salt breeze, the sun beaming past, and he was splashing down at last!

He thought he saw Ikki and Meelo running after him, competing for who could make it into the water second (ha, he was first, take that!), but he was too engrossed in swimming to realize that no one had caught up with him yet. After a while, he noticed he had actually been swimming peacefully without any tiny airbenders tangling his limbs. That was odd. 'Might be time to check in with the rest of them,' he thought as he turned to kick towards the shore…

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A few miles down the beach, a nice hotel resort.

"I'm so glad Katara and Toph could watch the kids today. I really needed this," Pema sighed as the masseuse slowly unwound years of parenting stress. Tenzin mumbled agreement from the adjacent table.

This couple's spa day had been such a thoughtful gift - a long overdue break for the both of them. It took a while to coax Tenzin into actual vacation mode, but now that he was, they could just enjoy each other and let their tension melt away.

It was truly a wonderful day of blissful ignorance… Followed by a full scale eruption of Mt. Tenzin upon seeing disaster children (and grannies) return to the hotel, absolutely wrecked. (Pema just smiled, sighed and took it in stride.)

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For years to come, Meelo and Kai would recount the epic battle. Meelo commanded an army of pelli-puffins, trained to pelt the enemy from above. (There were two, and only one was actually listening.) Meanwhile, Kai created the new sport of sand surfing while weaving through the fray to deliver slimy seaweed doom! (Though he may have gained an idea, it took a lot of practice later to actually stay on the board.)

Plagg, Claws Out!

Well, he definitely hadn’t expected this.

Instead of his usual transformation light, he heard -no, felt- a dull pufft and noticed a marked change in his perspective. He peered about, trying to assess the situation or identify any possible threats.

This was strange. No evil laughter or screaming coming from the streets, and he didn’t seem to have left his room or been magically captured? Yet something felt… quite off. For one, everything in his room seemed much bigger. Perhaps it was an akuma that could change sizes from a distance?

Anyways, he needed to get up to the windows to get a better idea of what was going on outside. He padded over towards the windowed wall and tried to jump up to the ledge from his new diminutive position. Oh wow!

Apparently, his size wasn’t the only change- that was a way more powerful jump than he expected without his staff! Oof. Yeah, that was a definite faceplant into the window. Luckily, he seemed to have some padding for the collision, but also parts of his face felt extra sensitive. He rubbed at his whiskers, offended.

…Wait.

Oh no, oh no. He curled in on himself, paws covering his face, afraid to look. Deep breaths Adrien. You are Paris’ hero Chat Noir and they probably need you right now. Ok, let’s open our eyes, and- yup. Those were little black paws, and oh- of course, a tail twitching with irritation. (No, don’t get distracted by those adorable toe beans! They might be cute, but not enough to outweigh the panic setting in.)

As his mind dropped him into a downward spiral of fear and confusion, a small light of hope pulled him out.

Of course! Marinette could help him! She always knew just what to do. A soft smile played below his whiskers.

Ok. Goals he could do - he’d been meeting unrealistic expectations his whole life. The first step was to get out of his room. Thankfully, his father always installed the latest tech. If he could just find the remote, it would be kitten’s play to get the windows open!

Two and a half window sills of cat-robatics later and he was standing over the remote. It may have been slightly more awkward with paws than he anticipated, but the buttons were big enough that he had the window open shortly.

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The journey was easy, natural. That’s the word that came to mind as he bounded over rooftops. Still, with his short legs, it was nearing sundown by the time he arrived.

He could see through the large display windows that Marinette was currently ringing up her last customers.

Purrfect. He could slip in the back door unnoticed, and then catch her when she was alone. Trying to communicate that his cat self was actually Chat Noir was going to be complicated, even without other people in the mix.

Dropping like a shadow from the rooftop across the street, weaving nimbly between the traffic- Oh yeah. He was totally stealth personified. A smug kitty smirk marked his furred face.

Marinette’s parents stepped out the back door, arm in arm. He darted through the impossibly tiny gap before it closed, thoughts flitting briefly to how Marinette must be helping with the store to let them go on a date night.

How just like her. Hopefully she has room in her schedule to help one more kitten today…

The small cat’s perspective of the kitchen still spoke to the warm and loving family running it. Small touches like Marinette’s signature logo on a handmade apron and oven mitts, the lack of dust -even from his new view below the counters- speaking to Sabine’s dedication, and that heavenly aroma- no doubt Tom’s experiment was going to be a huge hit on the new menu!

Although the oven was now off, there was a tantalizing radius of warmth in front of the large appliance. A shiver of pleasure visibly moved from his shoulders down to his tail. Ah, I could get used to sleeping like this, he thought as he circled once, twice and began to lay his head upon his paws…

NO!! I shall not succumb to the demon warmth!

With a slight hiss, he scrambled up and away from that lovely spot, already missing the blanket-like embrace.

Where was far enough? Somewhere Marinette would be sure to see him, but nowhere near the heavenly oven?

His sight landed upon a human eye-level shelf. Course decided, he took a few steps back and bounded onto the island counter. Landing gracefully, he turned to eye the intended shelf. Shoulders lowered, butt wiggling, eyes narrowed to focused slits- He leaped and soared across the kitchen!

Things had been going so well the whole journey, and his confidence was through the roof right now. Unfortunately, this particular jump was much like that first in his room - too much power, too little landing space.

He collided claws first with a partially filled sack of flour.

Floundering for purchase on the shelf, he instead twisted the fabric until his claws were stuck, with the rest of the momentum launching both cat and flour past the shelf.

Turning in the air, trying to free his claws- Almost had it… There!

His heart dropped as he saw that ‘releasing his claws’ had actually been ‘ripping the sack open.’

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Marinette waved off Nadia and Manon as they left, arms full of pastries. She locked the door and stretched her arms high above her head. She huffed, hands on hips. Time to clean up the kitchen, and then the storefront.

She pushed back the swinging door, lifting her gaze to meet startled green eyes amidst a field of white.

Both parties seemed equally surprised as they locked gazes. Marinette halfway through the door, cat lying on its back, paws in the air - utterly covered in flour.

Mreow?

The confused noise was followed by some kitten sneezes and little flour clouds. Tired as she was, Marinette couldn’t help the chuckles bubbling up her throat as the white lump attempted to right itself, spreading flour around in the process.

“Chaton Blanc, what trouble you’ve made!” She managed between giggles.

Gently stepping between flour drifts she picked up the little mischief maker and folded him into her apron to prevent the mess from spreading further.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, Mon Minou.”