|More from EskaDesna21||One-shot||G||Here||No update page|
|Tell Me Baby|
July 27, 2015
This is an entry for Fanonbenders' Fanontastic Fanon Contest, Round 13. The prompt was to write a songfic, and this is my first songfic, so I'm not really sure how it came out. The song is "Tell Me Baby" by Red Hot Chili Peppers.
Some of the dialogue is word-for-word from the actual script with some small additions.
(You, Eska. The Glacier Spirits Festival, and your brother who wanted a lobster-goldfish.)
Tell me, baby, what's your story?
Where you come from
And where you wanna go this time?
Tell me, lover, are you lonely?
The thing we need is
Never all that hard to find.
You were standing by the ring toss tent for literally hours already. Heavy, greasy smell of fried food hung in the air, and murmurs and screams of overjoyed crowd rang in your ears, excited, almost ecstatic behavior of the southerners amusing their simple minds with throwing rubber rings on the small targets. It was the first time you had ever been to this kind of festival. And you absolutely despised it.
Your brother didn't exactly share your opinion, given that he was throwing eager looks at the win-a-lobster-goldfish tent, but still, he was standing idly next to you, watching the world pass by. He had always been a careful watcher. You were more of a stalker, by your opinion.
Around second hour of boredom, you almost gave in to hunger and went to buy some buffalo yak nuggets, but then you heard someone stopping right behind you.
"Hey, I'm Bolin, a friend of Korra's! You're, um, Eska, right? Wow, I'm, you know, I'm loving these robes!" The voice seemed kind of familiar to you, probably another excited southerner who had one glass of seaweed beer too much and now he was walking around hitting on some random girls.
But you turned around, and at the sight, you couldn't help yourself but smile slightly (actually laughing hysterically inside your head). It was that boy who called you, and your brother, a lovely lady.
You gave yourself a moment to stare at him, noticing that he wasn't a southerner, his green eyes giving away the Earth Kingdom origin, and that he didn't look drunk at all, which caused you to narrow your eyebrows slightly in confusion.
"So, you're from the North, right? Wow, that's like my favorite direction." He shot an awkward smile, struck by your obvious lack of appropriate reaction.
You opened your mouth to reject Bolin, deciding that it would be less shameful to honor the food tent with your appearance than be seen at the Glacier Spirits Festival dragging around some random not-Water Tribe boy. But before you opened your mouth, your brother forestalled you.
"I think he is trying to establish some kind of a bond with you based on your geographic point of origin," he pointed out, his expression perfectly calm and flat, but you could see a trace of a smile on the corners of his lips.
"So, do you wanna go grab a meal or something?" Bolin smiled, his eyes full of expectation and some childish excitement fixed on you. The meal did sound good right now, even southerners' filthy Southern food. While you tried to weight whether to say yes or not, your brother answered for you once again.
"I think Eska would love to go eat with you," he said, again managing to keep his expression flat while yours burned with embarrassment. (What to do now? Say yes? Smile and nod?)
You wouldn't exactly call yourself shy, but you weren't a go-getter either.
"You amuse me. I will make you mine," you found yourself saying, grabbing Bolin by the collar, deciding for a direct approach, suddenly realizing that that was the worst possible thing to say as Bolin's eyes filled with fear. Great, you could read from his eyes, I just had to stumble upon the craziest lunatic in town.
"You mean, um, like a boyfriend, or, like a slave?" he asked, an uncomfortable smile appeared on his face. How could he smile in this situation? You just declared him your property. Why did you have to stumble upon the person so happy?
(Just don't be intrusive.)
"Yes. Win me prizes," you said, dragging Bolin with you. Your brother decided to tag along, probably for a chance to win a lobster-goldfish.
At the end, maybe a koalaotter plush wouldn't be too bad.
For the collective works of the author, go here.