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A short conversation between Korra and Amon about humility.

In which General Iroh realizes that agreeing to a game of Strip Pai Sho with Asami Sato is not exactly the brightest thing he's ever done.

WARNING: POST-END GAME Amon's mask may have been swept away with the current, but the equalists are not done with their mission. Without a leader who can take one's bending, the equalists will be forced to use force to get what they want—deadly force. With the stakes raised, an old face is brought back by two strangely familiar strangers. M for Violence and Language later on.

"His hands moved to her hair and gently untied each of them so carefully, so softly, that she didn't know hands such as his could. Hands that produced such angry, hungry fire, now caressing her hair." Korra can't help but feel something awful is going to happen while trying to sleep. Mako comforts her in his own way. Oneshot.

Asami's pissed about Mako and Korra, and she's out for revenge. Will this be the end of Korra?

The revolt begins with quiet rumblings, but someone knows. Bridging the gaps between the episodes. Republic City is a pawn in a bigger game.

With no Equalists and Amon to worry about, Korra can finally sink into the peaceful normality of her life.

Korra finds comfort while Mako is working. All fluff.

How would a meeting between Lin and her grandparents go? Remember: They're judgmental... really judgmental. T because i no longer control my language...

"…Hmmp." Yuimi muttered begrudgingly; Coconut had a point-not that she was going to admit it…well not to her anyways. Something like arguing with a lemur was childish especially if that person happened to be a 19 year old water tribe girl. Original Character and Amon/Noatak This is the first time I have ever written a story please read and enjoy!

Korra must face the hardest challenge yet high school. In order to keep track of school Korra writes in a diary. New friends, new problems,a new enemy, and a new love.Makorra, Irosami, and single Bolin.

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Korra gets ready to go to Republic city to restore peoples bending, but she feels like she's failed as the avatar, Mako tries to comfort and reassure her. Mako/Korra Makorra.

Mako realizes that he wants a permanent future with Korra

Because it's not as easy to form a threesome as it may sound, and even less so to maintain it, Mako x Korra x Bolin

Lin showed her Momma two things that day: A new way to see and how to become a better mother.

Korra and Mako aren't hitting it off as well as they'd hoped, and Korra realizes there is someone out there who really gets exactly who she is. But he's not going to forgive her that easily. Fluffy Borra, teensy minuscule Makorra. One-Shot

An AU where Bolin is a high school teacher and Iroh is his sexy history teacher. Warning: Masturbation, underage.

For Day 3 of 30 Day Drabble Challenge. Korra's recurring nightmares are keeping her awake. Bolin is going through the same, but both refuse to acknowledge it.

After the defeat of Amon, things have to be done. Things have to be settled, and ended. Not quite sure on what to do next, Mako just goes with the flow until things begin to pick up again. Or if something happens... Makorra, perhaps some other couple, if I feel like it.

An exploration of the Makorralin triangle in the aftermath of the Makorra kiss via the sense of entitlement each of them contained. Contains: feels, Makorra, onesided!Borra, Masami. Tweaked.

If only their stars had not been so terribly crossed. Tenzin, Lin, and the load that did not lighten over time. — Linzin Week, Day 4

They met in the heat of battle, but found each other in peace that came afterwords. A story of friendship, companionship and love between the heiress of Future Industries and the General of the United Forces. Irosami. Drabble series written for the 30 Day Writing challenge. Cover image by NorthernPrincess. Complete!

Korra finds out what happened to Amon and Tarrlok.