Disclaimer: I do not own Legend of Korra. Nick, Bryan Konietzko and Michael Dante DiMartino do.
It's been a long time since I wrote a fic. It's finally vacation. I have the whole month of December for so many stuff. Christmas parties, 18th birthday parties and lock myself up in my house and watch series, read books, play games all day or get dragged by my parents to the mall.
Alright this fic is for P'Heer week. I'd like to thank a daydream-my-fears-away (The-Scribbler-s-Katastrophe) for informing me about it and letting me participate.
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P'Heer Week Day 1: Warmth
The cold is gone far from reach as the group finally left the North Pole after retrieving the last of their elites. Help came from different parts of the world, from the members of the order itself. So long as they could provide on their own, they would not wish to burden those who are keeping themselves secret as they were.
They decided to move into a truck they were allowed by a friend of Ghazan's. The four can finally rest after looking out for each other all day as they escaped the frozen tundras. Ghazan joined his friend at the front, introducing Ming-Hua and reminiscing old times. They couple kept themselves cozy at the back of the truck.
P'Li buried herself in her boyfriend's arms. Being separated for thirteen years, there was nothing she could want more. The nightmares still came at night, remembering how the White Lotus sentries treated her. No one to talk to, the cold worsened by the chains that bind her limbs, nothing to look up to but thick walls of ice. Nothing to think about but her past, the reason why she lives and fights for, her love for Zaheer. She ruffled her boyfriend's beard gently. It's been so long that he grew hair and a beard.
The airbender chuckled when he felt her fingers swishing his beard left and right. He grabbed her wrist gently and had a glimpse of worry on his face when he saw her hand shaking.
"We've already left the North Pole and you're still cold?"
"I guess I haven't gotten over the cold yet." P'Li did her best to keep herself from shaking.
Zaheer intertwined their fingers together and placed kisses all over her hand. He felt her shift herself lower and place her head on his chest. He grabbed a robe from a chair nearby and placed it around his lover. "I'll keep you warm." He smiled and kissed her glorious forehead.
All of this felt intimate. They had missed this. Both were stuck in prisons that deprived them of each other. Cold and hard prisons that made them almost forget the loving warmth that they shared. But not one day did pass that they didn't think of each other. Loving memories made them feel better, the jokes they poetically cracked (probably made them look crazy while being locked up), the journeys they took and how almost the whole organization probably supported their relationship.
"Feeling better?" He nuzzled his nose on the hair that grew near her temples.
"Yeah." She noticed as her hands finally stopped shaking.
Together, they pressed their lips. He'd keep her warm as long as she wants.
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Tbh I was supposed to write a smut fic for "warmth" but since it is the first day I started with something light and fluffy.