Fandom: Legend of Korra
Title: The Art of Popping the Question
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Korra, Bolin, Borra, hints of Irosami.
Warnings: Totally shameless fluff, and lots of it.
Summary: Korra is tired of waiting for Bolin to ask her to marry him, and takes matters into her own hands.
Korra knew she wasn’t the most patient person, but all things considered she had done pretty well lately. It had been four years since she and Bolin had started dating, eighteen months since they moved in together and five long, long months since Bolin had started dropping very big hints about wanting to get married.
It didn’t seem so out of place at first, when he squeezed her hand so tightly during Asami and General Iroh’s wedding, when he badgered her into trying to catch the bouquet and seemed unusually happy when she succeeded. “That means you’re getting married next,” he teased, poking her in the ribs. “Got anyone special in mind?”
All that might have just been a passing fancy, just a joke, but it didn’t stop there. He would sigh wistfully when they passed by a wedding in progress or a newly married couple. He would ask out of the blue what she thought about marriage in general, or how she’d want her hypothetical wedding to go. He decided to tell her one day, for no apparent reason, about the ancient earthbender tradition of forging an engagement ring yourself for your partner by bending precious stones, and she told him about the Water Tribe custom of carving betrothal necklaces. He seemed to be gearing up to finally pop the question, and Korra had been expecting him to get down on one knee for months…but he never did. What exactly was he waiting for? He had made it pretty damn clear that he had marriage on the brain, so what was the hold up? It was downright maddening, and Korra was fed up.
Well, like she always said, if you wanted a job done you just had to do it yourself!
Wonderful fluff! This was so cute.
They are holding her funeral right now. He’d tried to stop them; he’d gone over there and torn at the ground, pounding with bloody fists, but of course it had to be done. It’s been more than a year, Bolin, and no news of her, what else can we do?
He can still remember the morning of her departure, waking up to her legs wrapped around his waist, the warm curve of her back, slowly taking in the glow of her skin and eyes, the shock of it all (she’s here, she’s with me) hitting him like a drop in the coldest lake, smack-dab in the chest. She had reached up, painstakingly, to run slender fingers through his hair, drawing her face so close it seemed almost cruel of her. After all, she was leaving, wasn’t she?
“I’ll be back soon.”
“Do you promise?” he’d whispered.
“Yeah. I promise. You better not run away with some fangirl while I’m gone, got it, Bo?”
“How can you even say that?” he’d sputtered, “this is real love, you know? Real love, not gonna run off with some fangirl—”
“Oh shush, Bolin, I know. I know you’ll wait for me.” She’d gone quiet then, pressing her face to his shoulder, and only now does Bolin understand. She had known that there was a possibility he’d have to wait forever.
Oh wow, the first half of this was… well just read the title and you’ll get an idea. Really, really good fic.
so this is the first prompt for someone else I’ve written…. hope it’s okay!
Characters: Bolin, Korra
Length: 572 words
Summary: Izzy made the new clip sad.
“I like the new Team Avatar style.” She hears Mako say from the front seat, and as Asami revs up the engine, Korra is hit with a painful feeling of nostalgia that leaves a sense of emptiness lingering in her chest.
There’s a whisper in her ear, soft and sad- a cry from the past. She can’t pinpoint it, but there’s a memory there, fuzzy and teetering at the edge of her consciousness. It’s asking to be pulled into focus, yet she can’t seem to bring it to light. Still, the breeze of the remembrance is there, and while the image doesn’t pull together, bits and pieces do.
The velvet is nice and smooth under her palm, but she can’t help but remember leather, fur, and clouds.
Just- just…. this was beautifully written.
Title: What I’m Here For (Legend of Korra Fic)
Description: Bolin comforts Korra after an argument with Tenzin leaves her feeling alone.
Characters: Bolin, Korra; Borra
Rating: TV-14 for mild sexual content, mild language, some fluff
Length: 1367 words
Warning: Out of canon. The story takes place between episode 5 and 6, so just keep that in mind or you’ll be really confused why Bolin’s still living in the Probending attic.
Bolin’s eyes opened. He blinked twice, and looked around the room hazily. Why had he woken up? He was usually the heaviest sleeper known to man.
Pabu was up too, and he was looking out the window that had a view of Air Temple Island. Bolin stretched, and got up. With a yawn, he looked out the window and tried to see what Pabu was looking at.
“Go to sleep crazy ferret,” he said drowsily.
And then, there was a sound.
Bolin squinted, and could swear he saw something moving towards him.
Suddenly, Korra was right in front of him.
Bolin fell backwards with a crash. He sat up, surprised, and saw Korra standing by the edge of the window, waterbending herself dry.
Bolin wondered if he was still dreaming.
“Hey Bo,” Korra said, her voice slightly cracked. “Can I come in?”
Characters: Bolin, Meelo, Ikki, Jinora (no romance)
Prompt: Meelo, Ikki and Jinora are in danger, and Bolin’s the only one who can save them from The Equalists. Inspired by the fanart: My Hero
Length: 2049 words
Prompt: Bolin makes a house call to Korra the morning after her failed “duel” with Amon.
Format: TV Script
Length: 1214 words (7 pages)
Prompt: What if the Delivery Lady hadn’t cut off Korra and Bolin’s conversation when he went to deliver the gifts?
Format: TV Script
(I’m a rebel)
Length: 669 words (5 pages)
Bolin was startled awake at the sudden impact on his mattress and the soft sound of muffled sobbing. Rapidly regaining his senses, he looked down and saw only a tangled mess of dark brown hair and tears gleaming on the cheek of a face that was firmly buried in his chest.
“Korra?” He whispered, instinctively wrapping his arms around her shoulders. She shook slightly in his grip. He started to ask what was wrong, but after a split second of thought, he knew.
“The nightmares again?”
She nodded slowly. “Every night it’s the same,” she said through sobs. “Every night it’s him. He takes my bending… And then I’m helpless…”
He held her tighter. “Me too.”
“I’m sorry, Bolin, you’re just the only one who—”
“Shhh, no, it’s okay. You can stay here as long as you need to. I’m here.”
The truth was, he needed her just the same.
Having some Borra feels, as you can see…
IN SCRIPT FORMAT.
Will the fandom accept this?
Bolin took just enough from Mako’s money tin, and hoped he won’t notice.
It had been almost a week, and he still hadn’t found the time to thank Korra for saving him properly. He mentioned it to Mako whenever he has the chance, but his brother is preoccupied with factory work and the new girlfriend, who Bolin still hasn’t met. Mako agreed weakly about doing something nice for Korra, for the girl they’ve hardly seen since that night, but his heart didn’t seem set on it.
His older brother always said he should take matters into his own hands, so that’s exactly what Bolin did.
It was a complicated task—finding something to thank Korra with. He had wandered through the shopping districts of Republic City for awhile, the cheap side alley shops and the big department stores. After a wander through the perfume section, he was overwhelmed by the price and realized that he wouldn’t like it much if Korra smelled different. She often smelled like the sea, which Bolin found himself enjoying now whenever he looked out the window in their attic apartment towards Air Temple Island.
Eventually, he found exactly what he was searching for. It was on the far side of Republic City Park, a small bakery squashed between a bookstore and tailor. When Bolin stepped inside, the fresh scent of sweet breads filled his nose and made his stomach growl. Pabu, on his shoulder, previously dozing, sniffed the air as well in interest and excitement.
“Not for you today, buddy,” Bolin said apologetically, reaching up to pat the fire ferret on the head. “This is for Korra, remember?”
A slight hiss escaped from the animal’s mouth, but he became limp on Bolin’s shoulder once more, in an attempt to fall asleep.
Bolin approached the glass display of decorated cakes, a contemplative frown on his face as he observed them, leaning over. They were all decorated creatively, with bright colors and small flowers and everything else a typical girl would like.
Korra wasn’t the typical girl, though.
“Looking for something special?”
Bolin looked up to the man behind the counter. He appeared to be around Toza’s age, with glasses and a kind smile. With a nod, Bolin skimmed the cakes once more. “Yeah. I need something just right.”
“If it’s someone close to you, may I suggest this?” The man leaned down and opened up the back of the display case, to properly point at one of the cakes. “One of our single serving sizes. Cinnamon flavored cake with vanilla icing, double tiered, with two cherries on top.”
“Cinnamon flavored?” Bolin asked in skepticism for a moment, then straightened up. “Is that good?”
“For someone that might like a little extra kick,” the man winked, and a smile immediately spread on Bolin’s face.
A little kick, huh.
“I’ll take it.”
The man is quickly set to work to wrap up the cake, and Bolin fished around in his pockets to bring out the money from it. He was asked what color ribbon he would like for the plastic wrapping, and Bolin considered blue for a moment—like Korra’s eyes, but at the last instant he picked yellow. Yellow reminded him of airbending, and Korra was so focused on practicing it lately, he thought it would be a nice touch.
With a thanks Bolin left the shop, cake in hand, reassuring the owner to keep the change. He decided to take a shortcut through Republic City Park instead of taking the public line, though it may have been faster. It just felt right to him, and any stroll through the park automatically put Bolin in a good mood.
Out of the corner of his eye, as he was just about to exit the park, he spotted it. The perfect icing to the cake, though Bolin had a cake with icing on it.
He plucked just one rose from the bush, careful to avoid the thorns. He’ll twist them off on the ferry ride to Air Temple Island.
One rose, one cake, he figures it’s just enough.