pink-affinity:

slack-tension:

Summary: Bolin’s adventures as a metalbending cop.

Word Count: 5,827

Rating: K+? eh whatever

Pairing: Bosami

Notes: Omg this is long and kind of like Aquired in that I got way too emotional and I’m still not 100% with the writing but you know what. This is a good Bolin day so I should contribute.

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Because Korra can’t stop bending all four elements once they are returned, Lin has to find someone else to spar with. She wants to flex her fingers and toes, she said, pale eyes sharp and hawk-like as they scanned across the faces of those at the compound.

Her eyes locked on Bolin and it was exactly like the time he was nearly eaten alive by a trio of owlcats when he was ten.

The snow seeps into the worn canvas of his shoes, chilling his feet, but he shivers because of Lin poised to strike ahead of him. She doesn’t hide her smiles.

He wonders why she chose him of all people to spar with, and not a master, not one of the adults. He manages to hold his own but it’s hard for him to shake away the limits of pro-bending rules; they’re what he’s used to. He’s never sparred without them.

When Lin lobs a rock for his head and he just manages to duck, things change.

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BAWLING MESS OVER HERE.

/FLIPS TABLE

DAMMIT.

GIVE ME SOME OF YOUR TALENT, PLEASE.

/chops off hands

(via pinkaffinity)

“Ouch! Quit it Makorra!” Masami wailed from beneath the large boot of said ship. Makorra just chortled, fixed his ‘Most Likely to Succeed’ crown, and continued stomping on the lesser ship. Bosami clung onto Makorra’s arm, turning slightly green as they were repeatedly shaken. “Yeah, you show ‘em, man!” He said weakly. Korrasami, bearing the ‘Most Popular’ crown and arm in arm with Tahnorra, shook her head and continued chatting amicably with all . Linzin was currently being chased around by the elder Tokka, while Sukka looked on with bemusement. Amorra watched on from the spirit world, a scowl on his face and Jinoochy cackled loudly. Borra sat in the grass and cried, comforted by PemLin and Irosami, who bore the ‘Beauty and Beau’ crown. No one could see it of course: Irosami was just a bright light who blinded those who looked upon it. Pemzin sat upon the golden hill of canon, next to a statue of Kataang. Pemzin beckoned to Makorra: “Come. These poor ships have suffered enough.” At that, Tahnorra flipped his her hair scathingly. “Join us at the temple of CANON.”

And with that, Makorra left to join Canon, Bosami waiting at the entrance along with Irosami, Korrasami and Tahnorra threw a huge sexy hair party inviting all of the other ships. 

The End.

thegypsyflower:

CRIMINAL

Genre: Romance

Rating: T

Summary: She rather liked the uniform. It suited him well.

Pairing: Bolin/ Asami Sato

Propmt: @auroralynne drew a really sexy Bosami titled What are the Rules, Officer Bolin?. Go check it out!

A/N: After writing two sad stories in a row, I needed to write something that would cheer me up. This one is super short, but I hope you guys still like it. Critique is welcome!

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Yes. Good. I LOVE THIS. THANK YOU AURORALYNNE FOR DRAWING THAT.

slack-tension:

Summary: Oh who gives a fuck two babes are doin’ it on a countertop what more could you need. Ok it’s Bolin going down on Asami let’s be frank here.

Word count: 4,915 omg I’m so sorry

Rating: M

Pairing: Bosami

Notes: FIRST EVER SMUT HOLLAAAAA

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Asami raised the pen filled with white ink, carefully lining it against the line of her ruler, and dragged it down to mark the blue paper stretched before her. Lifting both instruments from the page, she surveyed her work. The line extended just a bit too far off of the edge of her design, but it wasn’t too distracting.

She still had to illustrate her designs for the new gears that worked inside the axle system, which would be time consuming and far too intricate for her liking. They were there, clear as day in her mind, but without the proper explanation of measurements and drawing, they meant nothing. This was the part of her work that grew too tedious. The before, before anything tangible could be made and actually held in her hands, to be put to good use. She was good at the conceptual but hated waiting for the physical.

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/pterodactyl noise