Sanity is overrated.

fangirlingforeverz:

Pairing: Tahnorra/Tahnorra, Tahno/Korra

Rating: T

Summary: He had flown to close to the sun and gotten burned, but at least she was still there.

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He stared at their joined hands for a long time.

She didn’t have to spend time with him like this, didn’t have to go out of her way just to make sure that he wasn’t alone. But, nonetheless, Tahno appreciated it.

He appreciated her.

After his bending was taken away, he lost everything. All of the adoring fans that he had amassed over the years turned their backs on him almost immediately. It was all very subtle at first – the girls who used to practically fight each other for a chance to on his arm now gave him quivering smiles and lied through the teeth about why they didn’t want to be seen with the man who had once been a champion pro-bender. He heard the people who used to grovel before his feet laugh when he walked past them.

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radamanth:

Before I begin on a sequel to “Wait until the time is right on time” (damn, it’s such a long title), I had to write something totally pwp (plot what plot?) smut with no value whatsoever. Suike gave me a lot of taglines she would like to see in a story, and one was so awesome that this happened.

Warnings: nsfw, pwp, Thor x Loki (MM, BL), non-con, possible OOC

Summary: Thor may not have a lot of imagination when it comes to creation, but he had always been deft with his hammer. And sometimes you just have to give your younger brother a proper lesson.

No beta (any volunteers?), so I apologise for all the mistakes and typos. Perfect soundtrack: NIN Closer (oh Trent you). And because of Suike: OneRepublic All the right moves.

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They were at it for hours. Loki usually refused to spar with Thor, but today was different. He was cross with his older brother for one reason or another and welcomed the invitation. In the beginning Thor had some problems keeping up with his brother’s magic, but after some time he got used to it. Now the odds were on his side, and he was dictating the pace of the fight. Both of them were clearly exhausted, and the younger brother, who was more of a stay-inside-read-a-book type of person, was obviously more tired.

Reaching his limit Loki was getting desperate, deciding to use the latest trick he had learned from his magic books. With a subtle hand movement his figure quavered, then expanded, producing false images of him.

One, two, three, four, five, six… Thor counted. Initially confused he watched the dark haired clones of his brother smiling victoriously at him, ready to strike. However, due to low stamina and not enough practice, the clones were not as solid as they were supposed to be. The taller man had no trouble figuring out which one was the real one.

He threw his hammer in the air – it hit its target. Loki fell on the ground, the clones disappeared and Thor had won.

Loki was on the ground breathing heavily, angry and defeated. His older brother approached him with a stretched out hand and said,

“It was a good fight brother.” The dark haired man slapped the out stretched hand and stared at the other, frustrated.

“If I had practised it, it would not have been so easy for you.”

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(Source: harlequin-doll)