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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
And here we have the fic that RUINED MY LIFE
Seriously go give it more love, it deserves it.Â
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Korramon en We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/78892915/via/SoloRiven
So Korra Book 2 is about the spirit realm right?
you know who's a spirit now? Amon.
Korramon Amorra lives!
so how did the ship get the name "amorra" when it could have been "korramon" like a digimon come on lok fandom get with the program
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"Another Side of the Coin, Much Scarier Than The One You're Used to"- An Amorra fanfic
"Korra," he whispers into my ear. "You have had ample time to consider my...offer."
I don't turn, because if I do, he'll see the fear in my eyes. The fear, not only of what I know he can do to me- taking away my Bending- but the terror of the way he makes me feel. I can't let him know that those feelings exist. So I stare at my bedroom door, glimmering in moonlight, and don't look behind me, where he is crouched in my window, casting a grim yet sturdy silhouette across said door.
"No, Amon," I tell him firmly. "I'm not allying myself with you."
"But you see that we're right," he hisses in that low, gravelly voice the Spirits gifted him with. "You can see that, Avatar. You're not...stupid. Brash, perhaps. Naive. But not stupid."
I shift my position, mad now, and sit up to look at him. We are close enough that I can see the eyes behind his mask. They are challenging...unwavering.
"What I can see is that you're a bunch of terrorists," I throw back. "There's a lot in Republic City that needs fixing. But blowing stuff up? Abducting people and stealing their Bending? That's not the way to do it."
Amon's eyes narrow within the mask. He moves forward and slips into the room. My muscles tense and my heart pounds, two greatly conflict reactions tearing through my being while my mind tries to decide which one to give in to. I leap out of bed and take a defensive stance, prepared to throw fire his way if he advances.
He holds up his hands to show he means no harm. I don't trust him, but then he sits on the bed. I back up towards the door.
"Don't," he warns me. I squeeze my fists even tighter.
"Afraid that we'll beat you?"
"No... afraid that you'll force me to leave and give up on a...generous offer."
I narrow my eyes this time and hope that in the moonlight, he can't see the blushing on my face. "I'm not working with you."
"But you see the validity in our cause? Republic City is a corrupt beast that needs to be reined in from the oppression it spreads on those who can't stop it," Amon says. I can't help but see the truth to what he says, and that scares me. He's a criminal. He wants to take away our Bending. My Bending. Just last week, on Avatar Aang Memorial Island, his Equalists used Chi-Blocking to restrain me so that he could threaten me and promise to take my Bending one day, when it suited him.
He kidnapped Bolin. He lives in my nightmares. He scares me more than anyone else has ever scared me in my life.So why does he make me feel like this? So much stronger than Mako has. So much more...What if he's right? What if I should help him in his rebellion? What if I need to help the non-Benders? I could convince Amon to stop taking people's Bending...Help him get change, but without using destruction to achieve it.
No!!!
"Get out," I hiss. Why does he make me feel like this? Why is it that I can hate him so strongly...but only when he's not near me?
Amon stands up and looks at me, slowly tilting his head, before turning with a whisper of his tunic and hopping out of the window.
I collapse back onto my bed and stare at the ceiling.
Which scares me more...the fact that I considered allying myself with that monster, or the reason behind it?
This was prompted by All-About-Your-Old-Adventures, who requested I listen to Within Temptation's "Stand My Ground" whilst writing it.This is the first Amorra I've written, and I must say, I found it very difficult. I personally don't ship this, and had a hard time putting in any sort of attraction between them, since he really is so terrifying to Korra and whatnot, so it was hard to think of a benevolent form for their relationship. The best I could come up with is this kind of self-destructive, reluctant obsession that Korra develops during this story, and even that creeped me out. So I hope this turned out alright, and I haven't offended any Amorra shippers. Adventures, I hope you liked it!
Legend of Korra - Episode 6: That awkward moment when...
Tahno: Wait, please don't do this, I'll give you the championship pot. I'll give you everything, just please don't take my bending.
Amon: Oh don't worry. I'll let you keep bending. Over for me, that is.
Tahno: Wait... What?
Amon: Uh I mean, what? Nothing. EQUALIZE!
This is a fanart of the Amorra fic "The Greatest Trophy of the Revolution" by Sopih on ffnet. Every Amorrian has a certain fic that does it for them. To me, it's Sopih's tale of obsession and mad love. In a fandom filled with young teens and early twenties, I have the dubious pleasure of being a bit older than the mean and medium age. Sometimes it's a good thing since younger people tend to have a contagious energy and excitement. Other times... it's hard. Because it's so difficult to find someone on the same wavelength as yours. Majority of Amorra fics just don't do it for me and I can't blame them since majority are really young girls trying to write about adult love and sex that they themselves had never experienced... and fail most of the time. What can I complain about? LoK is, after all, a children cartoon show and I'm the adult who has the guilty pleasure of adoring it (I regret nothing!). But once in a while, there comes a rare story that clicks... and when it does, then it's just wonderful. So here it is. A tribute to Sopih and her wordbending skill.