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Jily October hehe

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I'm probably watching Lord of the Rings right now Because that is what I do

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Guide Me

Pairing: Jinoochy

Prompt: Guidance

Rating: K

*****

"This was such a stupid idea," Skoochy grumbles, staring at the firm ground beneath his feet with the tenderness of one wishing a dear friend goodbye.

"Did you say something, Skoochy?" Jinora has to fight to hold back a smile; she heard him quite well, and for some reason, the fact that the cocky street boy is scared by something she does regularly is strangely exhilarating.

"Nah," he says, his tone a little too light. He tightens his grasp on her slim waist. "Let's get this over with."

"Oh, I don't intend to get it over with," Jinora says. "Flying is fun. You'll want to draw out the experience, you'll see."

"No, don't, I.. uh.. have to...." He falters, oddly enough; and he curses his fear-addled brain for hindering his perfectly honed ability to lie convincingly.

"You have to go somewhere?" Jinora supplies.

Skoochy nods, relieved. "Yup."

"I don't believe it." She can feel him fidget behind her. "Are you scared, Skoochy?"

Skoochy only scoffs.

"Well don't be," she says, and tosses him a smile before kicking off from the ground. "I'll guide you."

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Soft Spots

Pairing: Linorra

Rating: T

Prompt: Breakfast

*****

When Korra awakes to find Lin standing at the foot of her bed holding a breakfast tray, she thinks that she is surely dreaming.

Immediately, Korra brings up her balled fists to her eyes, rubs them viciously. She keeps them squeezed shut for a moment- one, two, three. But when she opens her eyes, Lin is still there; wearing a soft emerald robe tied at her waist, carrying a tray which seemed to be holding an assortment of breads and cheeses and two steaming mugs.

Lin moves to Korra's bedside, setting the tray on the small table there.

"I must be dreaming," Korra finally speaks. Lin merely rolls her eyes in response.

When Korra is sure that Lin is, indeed, there- bringing her breakfast in bed- a slow smirk spreads across her face.

"What's this?" Korra teases. "Lin Beifong bringing her teenage lover breakfast in bed?"

"Don't flatter yourself." The words are a cross between a mumble and a grunt, and Lin refuses to meet Korra's eyes.

"I knew that you had a couple of soft spots," Korra continues. "It only took the Avatar to bring them out."

The corners of Lin's mouth quirk; Korra can see that she's trying hard not to smile. "Eat."

Smirk still in place, Korra reaches for a buttered biscuit.

"You know something?" She bites into the biscuit with relish. "I could get used to this."

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Beg

Pairing: Jinoochy

Prompt: Crime and Punishment

Rating: M for smut

*****

She should have expected this; Skoochy was always looking for an excuse, and she had readily given him one. You need to be punished, he'd said, his lips lifting into a slow smirk. She'd barely had a second to protest before he'd pushed her onto her back; a second later, her clothes were ripped off her, and a second after that, her wrists are tied to the bedpost.

Then, he is upon her; in a whirlwind of motion, his teeth sink into her neck, his fingertips tweak a pebbled nipple. His lips on her skin are liquid heat, and Jinora wonders idly how in the world he wasn't born a firebender.

"Skoochy... Skoochy please," she whines, her back arching off the bed as his tongue ghosted over her clit.

"Tell me," Skoochy commands; the thought of the well-mannered airbender girl doing so made him harder than ever. "Beg me, and I'll do it."

"Skoochy, make me come, please, I need it, oh Spirits fu-"

Her pleads broke off on a cry as Skoochy speared his fingers into her; he pumped them furiously, and it was only a few minutes before she clamped around him, coming undone.

"You used scarves last time," she pants, breathless from the force of her orgasm. She moves her arms, the cool metal chafing against her wrists. "No fair."

"You got out of them last time," he retorts, his lips descending on her neck, then moving to the jut of her collarbone. His teeth clamp down on the pale skin. "No fair."

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Prompt: zutara. some kind of post-apocalyptic situation, maybe? (i have a ~thing for dystopic/post-apocalyptic settings…) ~manandasverdes       

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Red Silk

Korrasami Week 2012, Day 1

Prompt: Nightmares

*****

Everything is oddly pretty; the chairs, the sofas, the delicate lace tablecloths, the exquisite chandelier, all imbued with a muted golden hue. The mansion walls look different; they're the soft beige they were before her father painted them over, and that can only mean one thing.

One downwards glance at herself confirms Asami's suspicion; she's nine years old, and this has to be a dream.

Somehow, she isn't comforted.

She moves forward; then frowns. Her limbs don't seem to want to cooperate with her; they move agonizingly slowly, as though wading through a substance more viscous than water.

"Father?"

She licks her lips; she shouldn't say it, she shouldn't, but she knows that she's in a dream and it can't possibly hurt if she indulges, just once, can it?

"M-mother?"

Asami holds her breath in her lungs, traps it there; and for a second, she doesn't dare to hope.

But then, there she she is, moving from the shadows into the light; a vision of beauty in red silk, ebony locks.

Asami stands still, shell-shocked for a solid minute; but this is a dream, her dream, and nothing can truly hurt her here.

She chooses to force that into the back of her mind.

Her mother extends her arms, mutely; Asami rushes into them, fearing her grin will split her face.

"Mama," Asami cries, the strong eighteen year old replaced by a girl reduced to a puddle of tears. "Oh, Mama."

"Shhh." Asami feels her mother's hand in her hair. "It's okay."

"I miss you," she sniffs, burrowing her head deeper into her mother. She feels so solid. "I... I miss you so much."

"I miss you too." Her mother's hand begins to stroke her hair, and the touch is soothing. "You're doing so well."

"I'm not," Asami says viciously. She turns her eyes up to her mother, wet and pleading. "I need you, back there. And father-"

She bites her lip, unable to continue.

"You're doing so well," her mother repeats, before pressing a kiss to Asami's forehead. She pulls away from her, leaving her daughter half crouched on the floor. "I'm proud of you."

"But-"

Her next words are cut off by a scream as fire springs from nowhere. Instinctively, Asami scurries backwards on all fours; but her mother is walking into the flame, and, despite the heat, Asami springs to her feet.

"Mother! No!"

But if there was an answer, Asami doesn't hear it; it is swallowed by the flame, along with the red silk, the ebony locks, the green eyes.

High-pitched, frantic screams fill the air, and it's a moment before she realizes that they're coming from her own throat.

"Asami?"

A voice rings in her ears; a voice she knows well.

"Asami! Asami, wake up!"

Her cheek stings; Asami lifts a hand to her face, confused, before noticing dimly that her arms have grown, her fingers are longer, her nails tapered.

Korra's face swims before her eyes.

"I'm sorry." Korra's lips move at the same time the words ring in her ears; Asami blinks, and with a lurch, the room comes into focus.

"I had to slap you." An undertone of panic is evident in Korra's voice. "You... you were screaming."

"Sorry," Asami offers weakly, and finds her throat is hoarse.

"Oh, Asami." Korra's arms circle her middle, and her warm weight is a comfort against her back. "I.. I really am sorry. I don't know how to react to this.. how to help. You're way better at it than me."

Asami's too tired to formulate a response, but she grips Korra's hand in hers.

"What was it?" Korra's tentative question drifts to her. "What did you dream?"

"My mother." Asami's voice cracks. "I saw her die."

She feels Korra's face burrows into the back of her neck. No words are needed.

"Sleep," Korra says eventually, her own voice tinged by it. "I'll protect you."

Eventually, Asami relents, yielding to the impending exhaustion; but she can't seem to rid herself of the lace tablecloth, the red silk, the scent of burning flesh-

She feels Korra, nuzzling her affectionately, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck.

Yes, she commands herself, letting her eyes slip closed. I can.

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// just a casual reminder that I adore your guts