one hundred thousand lifetimes

Notes: Today when I was at my usual coffee shop the manager gave me a free latte and when I made a side comment about it on my Tumblr someone jokingly called it an IRL coffeeshop AU and this just kind of fell out of my hands as a result.

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A series of Korrasami drabbles using prompts from a writing meme that was going around a few days ago. Most are p sexual so it’s rated M. 1,900~ words. ff.net, ao3.

[Fanfic] Incendium

Chapter Five — The Gala

Fandom: The Legend of Korra

Pairing: Korra/Asami

Chapter Word Count: 3,736

Total Word Count: 12,743

Rating: K

Chapter Rating: K

Summary: AU where Asami hits Korra with her moped.

Notes: lmao i have no excuse sorry for my entire life. Thank you to tumblr users fortuonapeandrag, amateur-shipbuilder, and pulpofiction for beta reading this chapter.

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[Fanfiction] Not Coming Back

Fandom: The Legend of Korra

Pairing: Korra/Asami

Word Count: 8,150

Rating: M

Summary: AU: On the brink of the battle for Republic City, Asami comes to Korra in the middle of the night. They open up to each other emotionally and spark something completely new between them in the process.

Notes: All right I had to start getting ready for work five minutes ago so this isn’t going to be as detailed/involved as I wanted it to be but whatever. This work was initially requested by silkchemise back in November and for a wide range of reasons I’m only just now finishing it. Sorry I suck so much, Nadiyah. This also draws inspiration from this fanart. Thanks also to all of my friends who have either knowingly or unwittingly encouraged me past the massive confidence block I’ve had for the last several months.

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She was bleeding.

It ran from the gash in her upper arm in deep red rivulets, streaking her skin and staining her pants where it hit. She made no move to clean it or treat the wound. She just stayed sitting on the bench, elbows on her knees, shoulder stinging, and let the blood run.

Footsteps through the hallway, high and sharp on cold tile. Silence when the feet to which they belonged stopped in front of her. She stared at the boots for a moment, nails digging into her forearms so hard she almost drew more of her own blood by accident.

“Sorry,” she bit out.

The owner of the feet didn’t answer.

Lin looked up and saw that she was alone in the hallway.

WOULD YOU PLEASE CONTINUE THE DRINKING ONE STARTING WITH THE NEXT WEEKEND? I'M ALL "KSLJNDFAL;MDL MORE PLEASE"

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I’ll try my best. :)

writing prompt #4: drink me — korrasami — 1,951 words — requested by dull-and-wicked

“Work is the curse of the drinking class.”

content warnings: #alcohol (duh) and #emetophobia

writing prompt #3 — “love me” — bosami — 170 words — requested by magic-murder-bag

“She would be content for him to never stop touching her with all the tenderness his element denied.”

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Bolin was gentle for an Earthbender. When they idled away lazy mid-mornings pressed together on their sofa, he would take to painting his hands down her bare arm, tracing the curls of her hair that fell against her skin, allowing his fingertips to dance across her back, her shoulders, the tender skin of her neck and her smiling face. She would respond with a misaimed kiss that hit his chin instead of his lips and nuzzle her way deeper into his strong arms, slacked around her waist from tired happiness.

This wasn’t to say that he didn’t know how to get hard or rough with her, their grappling in the gym leaving bruises and scrapes, his kisses searing when he got carried away, and she loved that dearly. But she also loved that he seemed to pour all the love he held for her into his hands and lips and low, soothing voice whenever they were like this, quiet and happy and not needing anything else but each other.

writing prompt # 2 — offer me — korrasami — 311 words — requested by slapface

“Is that a double entendre?” (Yes.)

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She was far too cold when she woke up, stretching and scowling lightly and reaching out to one side to find the warm body of her girlfriend to cuddle up against, but Asami’s searching hand found only drafty, empty air.

Bleary eyes slowly peeled open. She squinted at the bare, mussed side of the bed that Korra normally occupied, her half-awake mind thoroughly perplexed by her absence. It was barely past dawn — where on earth could Korra be at this hour?

She scrubbed at her eyes, frowning petulantly, only to notice a jarring, unfamiliar splash of color on the periphery of her vision. Settled against Korra’s plain white pillow was a jumble of green and pink and a bit of blue. She reached out to brush her fingers against it. Soft — delicate — if she pressed too hard, she knew intrinsically that it would crumple beneath her fingers. A few tiny flowers, pink like the sunrise and bound together with a ribbon as blue as a mid day sky.

Carefully, not wanting to damage the surprise gift, she pulled them closer to inspect them, revealing a thick, folded piece of paper beneath them. She set aside the flowers and plucked up the note. It was from Korra, naturally, explaining to Asami that she received a call and had to go on a quick trip to Air Temple Island — no cause for alarm, I would be home later, I found these flowers outside our door, don’t hate me, love, Korra.

She smiled, tracing one of the tender petals on the surprise offering of flowers and ignoring the way sleep was still dragging its sticky fingers across her eyes in favor of admiring the small gift. She would take care to give Korra an extra warm welcome when she got home — perhaps she would even reinforce just how much she appreciated Korra’s flowers.

writing prompt #1: break me — korrasami — 459 words — requested by ckrets

“I’ve never told a lie, and that makes me a liar.”

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You’re dressed to kill, I’m calling you out—

Don’t waste your time on me.

Galas were dull affairs, not at all the sort of thing Korra preferred to spend her precious time attending. The time spent at the stuffy events draped itself around the hapless, agitated Avatar in a loose, floppy robe that tangled itself around her feet when she tried to move away from too-eager diplomats and inconveniently bound her arms close to her when she was making nice with industrialists and aristocrats, smile so false it was a wonder no one had asked if she felt ill.

“Fancy seeing you here, Ms. Avatar.”

The robe fell in a blessed pool at her feet that she could step out of with ease. “Asami! How are you?”

“I’m well,” she said with a smile that reached her glittering eyes. Light caught in the drink in her shining glass, turning it jewel-bright. “How about yourself? You look bored out of your mind.”

“I am,” Korra said bluntly. “I’m not very good at talking to these people. I don’t know how you managed it for all those years.”

“Practice,” she said lightly, taking a careful sip of her drink.

They found themselves spending most of the night in the secluded corner near the punch bowl, wrapping themselves closely in silly conversation, their laughter warmer than any blanket. Korra found herself legitimately smiling for the first time that evening as they caught up, answering Asami’s questions about her life and firing back inquiries of her own.

She was beautiful, Korra reflected for hardly the first time in their oddly woven friendship. Wild, familiar thoughts swirled through her mind in eddies of nauseous yearning, urges to take one of Asami’s deceptively rough hands and lead her out into the cold, loaning her Korra’s coat as the made their way to any small, private room with an inviting fire and a place to curl up in her arms, brushing raindrop-soft kisses against her neck and massaging the balm that was Asami into the ever-present ache in her gut.

It was the deep red dress that really did her in, though, a rich burgundy number that shone warmly in the spots where the candlelight kissed Asami’s gentle curves. She found her hands itching to trace its path down Asami’s body, slip innocently past too-delicate buttons that may or may not snap under the tension of her bowstring-taut desire to seek out the easy rhythm of her heart tapping out its approval against Korra’s fingertips. Instead, she allowed her nails to bite tiny half-moons into her palms and wondered if Asami believed her for a second when she told her that she wasn’t interested in anyone at the moment.

linsami | M | 500 words | shut up i’m tired

My god. I don't compliment poetry easily, but 'Things they never warned you about' is incredible. It's heartbreakingly powerful stuff, and so very eloquently illustrated. I'm very glad to have stumbled across it.

jazzysatindoll

I’m very happy you liked it. :D <3 Thank you for the compliment.

Holy shit Snowy, that poem... I can't find the right words to express how great it is O.o

anirandom

I’m glad you liked it! :) <3