Legend of Korra + Korra and Jinora + Fly

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<_< Star Trek (TOS or Reboot, idc) + Uhura and Chekov + Laugh

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"What do you mean you don't like flying?"

Jinora was shocked. SHOCKED. But Korra just shrugged.

"It's just not my thing," the Avatar said.

"But you're a total adrenalin junkie!" Jinora pressed. "Besides, you're an airbender!"

"I'm an earthbender too," Korra told her. "Plus, you know, waterbender, firebender..."

Jinora waved her hand impatiently. "I don't understand. Does it scare you?"

"No way!" When Jinora remained unappeased, Korra sighed. "I get a little airsick, that's all. It's fine if I'm in a fight or something, but if I'm just flying around for fun...well, it's not that much fun."

"Airsick...is that even a thing?" Jinora asked suspiciously.

"Of course it's a thing!" Korra said.

"I'M GOING TO LOOK IT UP."

"Aye, well, don't you two seem to be having a good time." Scotty stalked over and glowered darkly at Chekov and Uhura, who were sitting in a corner table of the mess hall.

The two looked at each other and burst into giggles.

"WHAT'S SO FUNNY NOW?!" the engineer demanded. "Because if you're laughing at the hat my mother knit me, I swear to all that is holy --"

"No, no, ve are not laughing eet your hat!" Chekov quickly reassured him. "Eet is wery nice."

Scotty was almost mollified, until they started giggling again.

"You know, it'd be easier to believe you if you didn't keep doing that," he told them. "Seriously, what's the joke?"

Stifling another giggle, Uhura pointed behind him. "Look at Mr. Spock."

"What about Mr. Spock--"

In the next moment, the entire mess hall turned to watch the chief engineer rolling on the ground, dying of laughter. Everyone, including Mr. Spock, who simply said: "Fascinating."

Hi. It's Kristi

Buffy + Peter Vincent=Control

Sometimes, Buffy felt, dealing with Peter Vincent felt a lot like dealing with Spike. A cowardly, alcoholic, painfully human Spike. So really, not very Spike-like at all.

"You know what your problem is?" he asked her as she walked in on him sprawled on the couch, crotch barely covered by a tight little kimono that she's pretty sure came from her closet. "You need too much control."

Right. That, right there, was what reminded her of Spike. The aggravating bursts of insight from an objectively terrible sentient being.

"I don't seem to recall asking for your input, Peter," she snapped, dumping her shopping bags on the floor. "Particularly from the alcoholic stealing my clothes."

"Hey, that hurts!" Peter pointed a finger at her, and then looked down. "Or it would, if it wasn't true. But let's face it, this thing looks much nicer on me anyway. And we were talking about your control issues."

"No, we weren't. You were getting ready to put on real clothes and stick that kimono in the washer and promise to never steal my stuff again."

"Look, if anybody's going to understand control issues, it's going to be me," Peter continued, ignoring her. "And for much the same reason. Vampires are fucking awful creatures. You've had to fight them your entire life. Living in constant fear, knowing that any moment if you're not careful enough, your life or the lives of the people you care about could end..."

Rolling her eyes, Buffy yanked him up by the neck of the kimono (ignoring how his family jewels peeked out now because ew). "Yes, I know. Believe it or not, Peter, I have been told this before. This is also why I'm seeing a therapist. So I really don't need you chiming in."

"I was just trying to help," Peter protested weakly.

"Well DON'T."

/screams I LOVE THIS SO MUCH.

THANK YOU.

Bart/Korra, Sun or Mistake?

"You feeling all right, K?"

Korra looked up at Bart and smiled. "Yeah, I'm fine." He didn't seem to believe her, so she sat up with a little sigh as he settled next to her. "I was just thinking about the sun."

"What about it?"

Korra shrugged a little awkwardly. "It feels different from the sun at home," she said. "It's kind of weirding me out."

"They're probably using those artificial natural light things," he said.

"Fake...natural light?"

He laughed at her disbelieving look and explained. Except his explanation only lead to more questions, and then more, until before Korra knew it, the light was fading. And, much to her surprise, the homesickness had faded too.

DON'T KNOW WHY I DIDN'T RESPOND TO THIS UNTIL NOW, but eeee! Thank you so much! ♥ This was precious and adorable.

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Hei + Korra. 'Control'.

And maybe also 'Poem'? >.>

Maybe it's true that people fetishize past traumas. Korra has spent her entire life with her actions dictated by others, having to fight tooth & nail for the right to make her own choices. And then suddenly, in the City, all those restrictions are gone. The Avatar is just another word. Nobody cares who she is or what she does. As much as Korra enjoys her newfound freedom, it leaves her feeling unmoored. The times she feels most centered, the most herself, are when she's in bed with Hei. He sets the rules, and she either struggles to obey or to break them. Either way, it's a fight that's both comforting and familiar.

He asks her why she's with him, and that's the answer she's not self-aware enough to give. Nobody else will make her fight for control like he does, and nothing else will offer her the hope of little victories, few enough to keep her hungry but frequent enough to keep her motivated. That's what makes their relationship work.

Nu!Trek, any combo of Kirk, Spock, and Bones, moment.

PS I'm boywonder on plurk too.

"Look, Spock, just give me a moment, will you?"

"And how long is that, Doctor?"

McCoy turned to stare at Spock in disbelief. "I said. Give me a moment."

Spock, of course, was wholly unruffled. "A moment is an imprecise measure of time. It could be as short as a few seconds or as long as a few minutes. Considering the urgent nature of my request, it is hardly unreasonable for me to request a more exact estimate."

Seconds ticked by as McCoy simply continued to stare. Then, finally, he snorted and turned back to his experiment. "Give me two moments."

Korra or Asami (or Korra/Asami if you'd like), sleep.

At first, Asami had been jealous when she found out Korra had fallen asleep on Mako. Then Asami realized that Korra would fall asleep on pretty much anybody.

"What do I do?" she whispered to Bolin, trying not to wake up the Avatar who had dozed off sprawled across her lap.

"Wake her up?" he suggested.

"I can't do that!" Asami hissed. "She hasn't slept in days!"

"Then just let her sleep," Bolin said with a shrug.

"But--" Asami wanted to get up! She had things to do! A business to run! "Can't you get her a pillow? Maybe we could shift her off my lap..."

"Wouldn't work," he told her. "Korra's a cuddler. Besides, she misses Naga."

"We've only been gone a day," Asami said.

"Haven't you noticed?" Bolin asked. "Korra never sleeps without Naga. She's like heated bed, blanket, and pillow all in one. I think it makes Korra uncomfortable to sleep alone."

Asami sighed a little and looked down at Korra's worn face. Truth be told, she was pretty tired herself, and there was something soothing about having another person's warmth so close.

"Just for a little bit," she conceded.

(Before too long, she had fallen asleep herself.)

Aww, they are the cutest! ♥♥♥

Princess Zuko. Toph. Hands.

"What are you doing sitting out here like a sulky mooselion cub?"

"I am not!" Zuko protested, but much like her uncle, Toph seemed wholly unimpressed as she plopped down next to her. Grumbling, Zuko rested her chin on her knees. "Katara hates me."

"Of course she does!" Toph said with a snort. "You have been trying to kill us."

"CAPTURE!" Zuko shouted. "And besides, that's all in the past! I want to help you guys now."

"Sugar Queen's got a mama bear complex the size of the moon," Toph said. "She's not going to forgive you so easily."

Just like that, Zuko deflated. "I know." Of course Katara wasn't going to forgive her. Why should she? Why should any of them?

After a moment, she asked: "Why did you stick up for me? Even after I burned you..." She immediately regretted asking, but it was too late to take back now.

And then Toph completely threw her for a loop when she said: "Your hands."

"My hands?"

The younger girl nodded. "I like your hands. They're rough, even though you're a royal. It shows you work hard. I mean, we already knew that you're crazy obsessive dedicated with your whole 'I MUST CAPTURE THE AVATAAAAR' thing, but you don't get calluses like that just in the time you've been chasing us. You've worked hard all your life, and I respect that. You've got the unyielding determination of an earthbender."

As a firebender, Zuko shouldn't have found that flattering, but she still felt a little warmed by the praise. (Her uncle had said that every element had something they could learn from the others...)

"Thanks," she said quietly.

"Whatever," Toph said. "Now stop sulking and make me some tea, Flameo."