beckyh2112: (Avatar: Sokka/Azula)
Rebecca Hb. ([personal profile] beckyh2112) wrote2010-08-12 09:59 pm

Quick Meme: Slavefic

I have a kink. I have a number of kinks, really, but they're not being pandered to in this meme.

AtLA-only. Give me two or more characters, at least two of whom must be from different nations, and a prompt. You don't get to say who is slave to whom.

If you feel like pandering to the writer, I'm really jonesing on the Water Tribe right now.

Two requests to random passerby, three requests to the usual suspects. If you don't think you're one of the usual suspects, then you're probably not. If you're [livejournal.com profile] floranna, you are by dint of being adorable and replying so often. <3

I promise to write at least one of your requests if you provide two. If you only provide one, and it bores me, I'm just going to skip it. This is about me pandering to my kink, after all.

MEME IS CLOSED.

[identity profile] lavanyasix.livejournal.com 2010-08-13 01:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Mother Superior/Bato -- earning your keep
Suki/Sokka -- the (KW) commander's boy

[identity profile] dark-puck.livejournal.com 2010-08-13 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
I have been deputised to let you know that your second request, re: the (KW) commander's boy, is leading too hard. Remember, the requesters don't get to say who is slave to whom.

[identity profile] lavanyasix.livejournal.com 2010-08-13 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
My apologies. I should have read the directions more carefully.

May I rephrase that second request to remove the leading?

[identity profile] dark-puck.livejournal.com 2010-08-13 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, that would be preferable.

[identity profile] lavanyasix.livejournal.com 2010-08-13 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Suki/Sokka -- my favorite toy

Mother Superior/Bato, earning your keep

[identity profile] beckyh2112.livejournal.com 2010-11-11 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Bato dips the cotton rag in the bowl of rosewater. He lifts it, wrings out the excess, then wraps it gently around the nun's dirty foot.

She sighs blissfully as he presses in slow, hard circles. Dirt dirties the rag, and he casts it aside rather than muddy the rosewater. He still has three more rags - he has found two of them work nicely for one foot.

There is something soothing in this, peaceful. Her soft little gasps and sighs remind him of other things, other times before the War came South. If there was ever such a time while he lived.

She presses one clean foot against his shoulder, toes curling to catch the material of his tunic. He smiles and presses a kiss to her ankle, before returning his attention to her dirty foot.

He is not sure if he'll return to Hakoda when the message arrives.

(He's not sure if she'll let him.)