Y/N of the Miro Clan (Korra x male reader) (HIATUS)
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  • Reads 5,760
  • Votes 123
  • Parts 9
  • Time 33m
Ongoing, First published Mar 29, 2021
Mature
Y/N of the Miro clan is a broken person, who after the death of the new Miro Clan, decides to travel the lands and help people those who need it the most. During his travels he encounters the avatar, and their first impression, lets say wasn't on friendly terms.  This story takes place 4 years after the end of the Legend of Korra, so lets say that their ages will be:
Y/N: 21
Korra: 21
Asami: 23
Mako: 22
Bolin: 20 

(It's probably wrong, but for purpose of the story, lets say that those are the ages)
Follow Y/N on his journey of wisdom, despair, happiness, and healing. 

Hope you enjoy and stick around for the ride. This is my first story so if you have any constructive criticism, leave it in a comment, but don't hate on the story please. If you have any questions, leave them in the chapters and i'll do my best to answer them.

(BTW I DO NOT OWN THE AVATAR UNIVERSE, I ONLY OWN MY OC LIKE THE MIRO CLAN.)
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