I Want Tahno What Love Is: Parts 1 & 2 - The Legend of Korra

Tags : #Adventure/Romance

Author: Lost Carcosa

Rating: T

Words: 132,000 & 120,000+

Personal Review & Synopsis 

 person is reincarnated into the body of Tahno, the captain of the Wolfbats, and must learn to control their powers to avoid losing their job and ending up on the streets. Meanwhile, they develop a relationship with the newly arrived and misfit Korra. I love this fanfic; there really aren't many Legend of Korra fanfics, or any other good ones that I remember, so if you're a TLoK fan, I recommend giving it a try. The first part is already complete, the second is incomplete, and it seems to update every 7 full moons, yet it's still a good read

Link: 

 - forums.spacebattles.com/threads/somebody-that-i-used-tahno-a-lok-si-complete.670771/reader/

- forums.spacebattles.com/threads/i-want-tahno-what-love-is-avatar-legend-of-korra-si-part-2.914175/reader/

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Chapter 1: Eyes wide open

Bars were the same wherever you were. London, New York, Vegas, Republic city, they were all the same.

The differences were slight. Mainly, the very angry stares and glances he got as he crossed the threshold and entered. They watched him, these men and women sat at the table, fury and suspicion in their eyes. The Bartender wasn't much better, slowing down cleaning his glance to glare at me.

I ignored this. I always do. People recognised me here, It was a fact of life. Being loathed was a first however.

"Double Firerum." I ordered as I sat on the bar stool and placed a few Yuans on the bar top.

The Bartender glanced to my right, and I rolled my shoulders as he took a step away from me even on the other side of the bar. As he finally did place my glass on the table, conveniently forgetting any ice or anything, the man who was trying to loom over my shoulder finally spoke.

"This ain't your kind of bar pretty boy." He growled. A few of his rather tall friends stood behind him, egging him on.

"Hey man. I'm just here for a drink." I grinned, holding my shot glass aloft in my hand, raising it to them before I made to drink it.

He slapped the glass out of my hand. Very carefully I hid the fury on my face, instead slamming another few Yuans on the bar top.

"Another please?" I asked politely, clenching and unclenching my fist slowly, rolling my neck.

"This is a bending free bar. Get your fucking ass out before we throw it out." the heavy man growled.

I smiled, turning on the barstool to them. Another glass was placed before me and I made to pick it up.

"Come on man. I've got money to spare. Let me buy you guys a round, put this all behind..."

Once again, the fucking bastard slapped the glass out of my hand, the glass and it's contents slamming into the earthern floor.

I sighed, genuine anger playing on my face for a brief moment, before I smiled with clenched teeth again.

"I'm going to order one more. Should you slap that glass out of my hand you'll find yourself eating the dirt." I said cheerfully, placing another few Yuans on the table. I almost ordered a glass of water to go with it, but I had hoped it wouldn't come to that.

"Cheers!" I said, raising my glass. The man's friends laughed as he slapped the glass out of my hand again.

I rolled my neck.

"I warned you." I said, warming up and shaking my hands.

I kicked back the stool I was sat on, standing up in an instant. Before the guy could work out what on earth was going on he caught a palm in his neck, his throat closing upon impact. He fell to his knees, wheezing as he did so.

His three buddies looked shocked and glanced between themselves, before shouting for two more of their friends to join them. The bartender stepped back a few feet, signally his neutrality in this. I had paid for three drinks and not drank a single one after all, that did buy a certain amount of loyalty.

The first came at me, arms raised ready to swing right at my head. His attack was so telegraphed I could almost have seen it the moment I entered the bar. Dodging was easy, ducking my head to the right t miss his swing, before tripping him up by swiping at his leg. Two of his friends might have realised that taking on a pro-bender was not the best of ideas, so decided to attack at the same time. With a simple flick of my wrist, letting go of myself for a moment the pool of Firerum I had allowed to spill on the floor came with my command, rushing forth through the air like a fucking ballistic missile.

I had to lean back to dodge the blow of his friend, the other trying to grab my collar at the same time, forcing me to take a few steps back, nearly tripping over another barstool on my journey. The Firerum caught one of them square in the face. Firerum is not named that without good reason, and as he screamed and cried with what was essentially ethanol and chilli dust in his eyes, the other, perhaps a boxer, kept swinging. Unlike the firsts' drunken obvious swings clearly this guy had some formal training, swinging and jabbing rapidly. His fingers clenching and outstretching depending on what he intended. I recognised them easily. Chi Blocking, combined with good old fashioned bare knuckle boxing. Looks like I found the equalist of the group.

I turned to dodge one of his jabs at my left arm and threw down another three Yuans on the bar top, and quickly the bartender slide a Firerum towards me. The Chi blocking boxer grabbed a bar stool and slammed it into my back. I leaned over the bar, wincing in pain as the wood snapped upon my back, splintering across the bar.

I picked up the glass and debated taking a swig, before deciding that ending the fight was more important right now.

Letting go, I bent the firerum out of the glass. It was a minuscule amount, and the chi-blocker immediately moved to block his face, having learnt from observation. Instead I simply threw the water on his crotch, then froze it into ice once it stained his clothes. He winced and gripped at his trousers, and I could feel sympathy pains as he desperately tried to rip the ice off. A quick kick to his head sent him to the floor.

However, taking him out of the fight had opened me up to a bottle to the head, smacking me in the skull. I shouted out some very family unfriendly expletives (consisting mainly of how I had fornicated with his mother), then threw down six Yuans on the bar-top and pointed to a bottle of beer. I needed a fair bit more liquid, and I wasn't going to simply steal from the honest man. Gingerly and annoyingly slowly the bartender reached and shakingly passed me the bottle, even as I had to duck and catch the bottles and glasses being thrown at me.

I snapped open the bottle by slamming it's top into the bar-top, then pulled its liquid contents out. With the bottle in one hand and the other controlling an orb of beer, I spoke to the men too afraid to get near me.

"Back down. I don't want no trouble." I asked, channelling Jackie Chan.

Alas, the remaining three men had no apprehension for the works of the Drunken Master. Deciding that trying to out-range a waterbender with whatever they could get their hands on in a bar was a fools errand, they charged instead. I grinned wolfishly, flicking my hair back before charging in return.

*Needle Scratch*

Yep, that's me. You might be wondering how I got here.

God, I love that cliché.

Anyway, you might be wandering. Well, you ever drank enough to essentially kill yourself immediately?

I haven't. But believe me, I wish I had. No, there were no fucking ROB's talking shit about responsibilities or being pieces of shit or whatever. No, I wasn't in some fucked up afterlife, or whatever the hell is going on with 'Whales and Unicorns'. Best I can tell, one day I'm Alex... Well, that's all you need to know. One day I'm Alex, the next I'm some very pretty waterbender in republic city.

My first thought was

I have no idea how to waterbend

My second:

But I prefer ATLA! LOK sucks in comparison

My third:

Whoa. So am I dead. Shit

I'm... Not the most optimistic person, it has to be said. Still, I'm stuck inside the body of a elite athlete. Not bad.

Of course, I had no idea how to waterbend, and seeing as that was literally my job I was pretty royally screwed. I had the biological capability, the means and some of Tahno's memories, but that's it.

Perhaps I was in the clear, and I was actually a non-bender at this point. Hopefully the most traumatic event in Tahno's life happened and I could just be lazy until Korra got lucky and defeated Amon by crying.

No luck. Given what the exposition radio told me, I was three days after the 169AG Pro-Bending finals.

Well. A little time to learn I suppose till I got dropped by my sponsors.

"Fuck." I said to myself, marching around my new room. I was taking the whole being in a new body rather well, which you chould be glad about. No one wants pages and pages of me learning how to walk in an entirely different shell, or thinking of the existential consequences and realities of being in a fictional world. No, you want me to kick arse and take names don't you?

Not so much on the first day.

Instead, I stood on a balcony and smoked like I was in a French indy film. An entire packet in one day, nearly killed myself. Not going to lie, I considered jumping and seeing if I would end up somewhere where the writing was a little better, but chances are that I'd just end up in something really bad like Worm or something. Fuck that. I'd take True detective over that shit.

So, there I was, naked as the day I was born and leaning moodily on the balcony of my very nice White falls apartment, looking over the city. I'm pretty sure a few enterprising Paparazzi took some picture from below, but I was eight stories up, so that should make my genitals naturally blurred enough.

No, I finished my pack of cigarettes and threw them over the bannister like a bastard. Then, I considered the fucking mess I had ended up with.

First things first I suppose. Probably should put some clothes on. Though I heard a few wolf whistles down from the streets below that might've argued with that.

Secondly...

I should probably learn how to use this magical power I've woken up with. I returned to my rather nice kitchen, grabbed a bottle of some spirit I didn't recognised but certainly smelt strong, then returned to the bannister, still naked.

After a swig of the stuff and nearly chucking up from that, I considered my predicament. And it was quite the bad one.