Quick Meme: Slavefic

[beckyh2112]

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 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.

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Long Feng and Katara, healing is useful

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"Lord?"

"Minister," Long Feng corrected as he shut the door of his apartments. "Lord is inappropriate to use with someone not of the hereditary nobility."

"Lord," the slave-girl said firmly. She was a pretty thing, her skin dark as good soil and her eyes blue as the lake. She wore green bleeding towards dark turquoise, the gold symbol of the Dai Li worked into the patterns along the hems.

Long Feng smiled. "As you wish, Katara."

She crossed the antechamber and reached up to undo the frogs on his jacket. The heavy cloth slithered to the floor, and he stepped away from the girl. She tended to stand closer than he was comfortable with.

"Have you eaten, lord?"

"Not yet." He left his jacket lying on the floor as he strode deeper into his apartments, Katara following at his heels. There, waiting on a low table was a spread of cold cuts. He eased himself onto the couch next to it and picked up his chopsticks. No matter if he was too tired to pick up his own clothes, he was never too tired to eat with his fingers.

His hands shook, though, and the chopsticks clicked together softly.

Katara touched his wrist gently from where she was seated beside him. Blue eyes met and held his as she took away the chopsticks. She picked up a slice of vegetable-lamb so thinly-cut it was almost translucent and held it out to him.

"You push yourself too hard," she said as she selected a bite of cheese. "My waterbending only heals wounds, lord. It can't do anything about exhaustion and stress."

"I'm aware," he said quietly. "But until the Avatar departs, there will be no rest for any of us."

Her hand rested on his knee as she leaned closer to offer a bit of sticky rice. "I hope he finds his sky-bison soon. He must be so sad to be separated from it, just him and Miss Bei Fong all alone."

"They're not alone," he reminded her. "The young rebel has found them again, and they'll likely meet their war-child friend soon."

"That's good. I'm glad." She leaned across him to reach the pickled ginger, scooting closer so that her hands were practically in his lap when she sat up.

He wondered if Xin Wan had done that on purpose, or if it was just a side-effect. "So am I."

Re: Long Feng and Katara, healing is useful

[danatheleseus.livejournal.com]

Oh wow. This has so many implications involved. Who is the war-child (Zuko?), who is the rebel (Jet?), where is Sokka, does Aang remember Katara and Sokka at all? I really like this. Thank you.