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Updated June 2021

This is not an exhaustive list (and in no order whatsoever) of the brilliant fic that is out there. Please let me know of any i have missed or any recs to put in and I will endeavour to add it. I have not included warnings or ratings. Please make sure you look at the tags, judge for yourself and as always take care of yourself first. (16 authors under the cut)

Oh myy- thank you !! 

“Do you ever wonder,” Baatar says, “what the stars are thinking about up there? Looking down on us?”

Kuvira looks at him with eyebrows raised, arching razor sharp. “Interesting question for an engineer, who should realize that stars are inanimate and don’t think about anything.” 

“Aw, engineers can be romantic. Humor me for a second.” He catches her around the waist and pulls her close, tilting her chin up toward the jet black sky. 

“Fine.” She leans her head back against his shoulder. “But you can start. What do you think the stars wish for?” 

“To see you become Earth Empress, of course.” He smiles against her hair. “Your turn.” 

Kuvira studies the sky, starlight bright in her eyes. “I think they wish for unity. To be something greater than they each are individually. That’s why we make them into constellations.” 

“Makes sense.” Baatar is quiet for a moment. “If you look closely, those three stars right there? If you connect them, they’re kind of shaped like your nose.” 

while this is an intriguing take to incorporate into everything, in the LN he says pretty clearly that he’s the vessel and do you know how that makes a guy feel? and additionally, even in the anime does say that arahabaki literally has no personality, which is blatantly untrue of chuuya, so there’s probably some middle ground between the two extremes of he is arahabaki entirely or he isn’t arahabaki at all. the implications in the LN are that he was a container or vessel.

Well... yeah, I did see that as well.

And honestly, I think that a “middle ground” between him being only a ‘vessel’ and him being ‘actually Arahabaki’ isn’t too far off, because...

That’s kinda how it is. Or rather, how it was. 

Because, the way it seems to be is that they used Chuuya, a human child, as the vessel for Arahabaki, a non-human entity, wherein they expected Chuuya to gain Arahabaki’s power, but with nothing else to go with it. So in that sense, Chuuya WAS a vessel, a container. In that sense, he still is.

But what, they planned, however, was not what happened, because it didn’t go according to plan. 

Arahabaki certainly appears to have merged with the vessel. At least, the way I see things.

So Chuuya would see himself as knowing that his human body is just a vessel, but also have the few memories of Arahabaki, as well as the power. 

I also firmly believe that the anime stating that ‘Arahabaki has no personality and is only power and carnage incarnate’ is untrue not because of Chuuya himself, but because of what Chuuya himself states about Arahabaki; 

“Somewhere in that darkness, I floated aimlessly.”

Now, it could be argued that a being can be both only pure destruction and still be able to be aimless, but... ‘aimless’ is an interesting word to give to it then, and given how we see certain similarities between Arahabaki before being turned into Chuuya and Chuuya himself (during Dead Apple, one of the stances he goes into during Corruption is the same, and what I said about Corruption in the post) I’m more tempted to believe that, well-

Chuuya is the combination of the Japanese deity Arahabaki, plus a human body that was basically either an empty shell or made into one when the shock/trauma gave it amnesia, and the years that Chuuya has been alive have shaped him into the person he became.

wingfic

“Huh.” Clint rubbed his index finger and his thumb around his mouth, tracing his lower lip as he tried to puzzle together the vision in front of him. When that proved insufficient, he scratched the back of his head. “Huh.”

Natasha lifted her arm from over her eyes to give him a testy look. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“Clearly it’s not nothing, Barton. Spit it out.”

“I just…” He spread his hands. “I guess I thought the leopard print was a Natalie Rushman thing, that’s all.”

Natasha glowered at him and settled in to the leopard print throw pillows. They had pink words on them, Clint could tell, but even with his enhanced eyesight he had a hard time making out what they said. They were just so…loud.

“It’s a safehouse, idiot,” she said, reverting to her original language (which she really only did to insult him). “That doesn’t mean it should be boring.”

“My eyes hurt, Tasha.”

Natasha’s reply was once again in Russian, and this time a great deal less flattering. “Fine,” she said. “Next time you can pick the throw pillows.”

“Thank you,” Clint said as Natasha rolled to her feet.

She stalked by him. “That is, assuming you can find couch pillows at Bass Pro Shop.”

“I just bet I can,” Clint replied, but as a retort, it lacked any zing. Instead, he was left alone in silence that, thanks to the fact that it was coming from Natasha, shouted loud enough to deafen.

Gooood morning, citizens of Republic City! It’s another beautiful day here in our fine metropolis, now that the dust has finally settled after Kuvira’s attack. We here at Republic City Radio know many of you evacuees are still moving back into your homes, so we have a fabulous slate of cheery music coming up to keep you company as you’re shoveling all the debris out of your house! 

But first, do we have a treat in store for you today! That’s right folks, you heard it here first: RCR has scored an exclusive interview with the so-called “Great Uniter” herself. Are you looking at the obliterated remnants of your home and wondering why this happened to you? Well, wonder no longer! We’ll have the answers for you this evening, from Kuvira’s mouth to your ears! My colleague Xia is standing by at the top-secret facility where Kuvira has been held ever since her surrender to Republic City law enforcement. Xia, are you there?

Xia: I sure am, Shiro! How are you doing today? 

Shiro: I’m doing simply fantastic, thank you! First things first, I have to ask you the question that I’m sure is on everyone’s mind: what was it like being face to face with the woman who almost single-handedly raised an army, declared herself Empress, and laid low the greatest city in the world? Did you fear for your life? 

Xia: I have to tell you, Shiro, being in a tiny prison cell with her–just me, her, and a single guard–it was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. I felt like…

Shiro: Like you were about to wet your pants?

Xia: [laughs] Something like that. One thing I can definitively say is that, sitting there talking with her, it wasn’t hard to see how she managed to rally so many people to her cause. 

Shiro: Really? In what way?

Xia: Well, there’s…there’s something about her, Shiro. When she looks at you–and she doesn’t just look, really. She stares through you. You feel like she’s a spider and you’re wrapped up in her web, unable to move.

Shiro: That’s, uh, that certainly sounds very dramatic! Let’s cut now to a preview of the interview Xia conducted with Kuvira yesterday afternoon. We’re going to play the whole thing for you folks tonight, but we want to whet your appetite now, ladies and gentlemen!

Xia: Let’s start at the beginning. Public records indicate you were an orphan that went to live in Zaofu at age eight. Is that correct?

Kuvira: More or less. 

Xia: What was your relationship like with Suyin Beifong, the founder and matriarch of Zaofu?

Kuvira: She was my mentor. She taught me to metalbend. She raised me, after a fashion.

Xia: We asked her to comment for this interview, but she declined.

Kuvira: “Declined.” That sounds like her.

Xia: So you two had a contentious relationship?

Kuvira: I’m not sure what my relationship with Suyin has to do with the reunification campaign. 

Xia: We’re just trying to get a sense of who you really are. The woman behind the metal, so to speak.

Kuvira: That could be easier said than done. [pause] Now that I’m here, I’m not entirely sure, myself.

Ooooh! I love it! I love your Kuvira fic so much and I like that this was both super fun and less cracky than it could have been. Thank you!