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Warmth

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Rating: T
Info: Makorra, angst, violence, blood, death

Just a little something that came to mind out of nowhere. I know I promised I’d write fluff or smut but it seems I can’t escape the angst.

Summary: A near-death experience leads to cuddling in an alley and sharing some much needed warmth.

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Korra winced as she waded through the rubble, taking in the amount of damage done by the recent battle that took place in awe. It was hard to process any of it; she’d been hanging out with her friends, messing and joking around like a normal teenager for the first time in a long time. Their outing was meant to be simple and innocent, but when she was spotted by some non-benders who weren’t too fond of her, things got a little out of hand. One thing led to another and the next thing she was aware of, Equalists were crowding in all directions, backing up the non-benders harassing them. An all-out brawl broke out and everything became chaotic and confusing. Korra vaguely remembers Bolin and Asami fleeing to go find their Satomobile and she was so sure that Mako had gone with them while she distracted the Equalists. Unfortunately, she found him too late when an explosion went off and she heard his scream as a wall of the building over them collapsed on him.

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I’m just gonna casually reblog one of my old fics that isn’t crap woo

I spoil you guys but…here’s another snippet from my Makorra fic

Prompt given to me by poisonousstrawberries (forever ago it seems) and I got a lot of writing done today (and I’m still going!) but I thought I’d spoil you guys a bit more and let you read some more.

Notes: This takes place after the last snippet. Also, this is all unedited I literally just wrote this part not even 2 minutes ago.

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            Mako saw her again the next day during his break between classes. He was sitting on a bench, glaring at the foreign text in his mythology textbook, trying his best to memorize all he could to prepare for the quiz. After his fiasco with Bolin last night, he deemed himself too exhausted to do much else and conked out on the couch. In the morning he woke with a sore neck, a bitter memory of his altercation with his little brother who did nothing but innocently ask a question, and the realization that he had an important quiz he didn’t study for at all that afternoon.

            Mako groaned and ran his hand through his hair in frustration, gripping the spiked locks, ready to yank them from his scalp. How in the hell did he survive the first year of college with a sane head?

            “Hey, City Boy!”

            He looked up to see her jogging towards him from across the vast field set in the middle of campus, “the mall” people called it. She waved and sped up when he half-heartedly waved back, still worrying in the back of his mind that he only had eleven minutes to cram all of this into his head before heading off to class. It may have only been one quiz, but he was sure with how badly he was doing in the class it would heavily affect him in the long run.

            Korra plopped down beside him, playfully nudging him with her elbow. “Whatcha got there?” With no regards to his personal space, she leaned over and put her chin on his shoulder, peering down at the textbook. “Oh mythology.” She stuck her tongue and scrunched up her nose. “Been there, done that. Not going there again.”

            He dryly chuckled. “You didn’t get it either?”

            Korra shook her head and reached into her backpack. “Nah I understood it just fine. But my teachers down in the South Pole made it the most boring experience ever!” She pulled out a bag of candy, a closer look told Mako that they were fire gummies. She popped one in her mouth and off-handedly offered him the bag, shaking it when he just sat there. “Well take one, dummy.”

            Mako shook his head. “I don’t have time to be eating snacks. I have a quiz to study for.”

            She groaned and he looked over to see her staring at him with a disgusted face. “Oh god you’re a nerd, aren’t you? You hot guys are good at hiding that kind of crap!”

            Mako stumbled over her “hot guy” comment – but noticed the way his heart skipped and the tips of his ears heated up – and managed a scowl, snapping the book shut. It was useless anyway, he was going to fail and end up dropping out of the class anyway. “If I were really a nerd I’d be passing the class!”

            “It’s really not a hard subject.”

            Somewhere in the back of his mind Mako noted that if these were her feelings towards mythology she would’ve made an excellent tutor but the blinding anger took over and he felt a vein bulge in his forehead. It was upsetting that some girl who had just moved here months ago and barged into his life unexpectedly and without invitation could just come trampling even further into his personal life and going as far as to ridicule him on his stupidity. Okay, so maybe she wasn’t doing all of that intentionally but with all of this stress that had been piling on his plate and after what had happened last night he found that he was easily ticked off at just about anything at the moment.

            “Well if you’re so smart why are you attending college in the first place? Why don’t you just demand your diploma now and go off and be some successful billionaire or something?”

            Korra blinked at his outburst and ate another fire gummy, hardly changing her expression. It took him a moment to calm down enough that she was unfazed by his explosion as she sat and chewed leisurely on her snack, even daring to dump a few more in her mouth and chewing them all while looking at him with this look that made him shrink within himself and feel shamed like a child who threw a temper tantrum and still didn’t get what they wanted.

            “Well now that that’s out of the way,” she began, tucking the rest of the fire gummies back in her bag. “It’s obvious you’re stressed-“

            “Pfft. You don’t know the half of it,” he interrupted.

            “But,” she continued, giving him a pointed look that made him shut his mouth. Dammit how was she so good at these non-verbal warnings that actually got him to obey her? That wouldn’t be good for him in the future. “I’ve got the solution.”

            He was almost afraid to ask, remembering her many stories from last night but… “And that would be?”

            She grinned.

            His stomach dropped.

            “Let’s skip.”

Makorra Prompt WIP

Because obviously this is going to take forever for me to finish so I’m going to go ahead and give you all a snippet of a oneshot I’m working on.

The prompt is "Her eyes were the ocean and he was in deep water" given to me by poisonousstrawberries

P.S. I have way more written than this but so far I really enjoy this snippet so I’ll let you see this. 

P.P.S. This is not the beginning

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A month passed before he saw her again. It was a bit odd how easily she was avoiding him now, because there was no way that they weren’t able to run into each other. Right? She must’ve been avoiding him, creeping around campus like a ninja, hiding in the shadows. Or something.

One day however, he was approaching the campus limits and planning to head to Bolin’s favorite restaurant to pick up some to-go food when he noticed her leaning against the brick wall, cowering under the shade of a tree from the sun. Her backpack sat next to her and she was chewing on something (upon closer inspection Mako saw it was a piece of hay), a closed book resting on her extended lap. Her hands propped her head from the wall and she gazed upwards towards the browning leaves, watching them descend to earth. A look of irritation crossed her face every so often.

Without giving it another thought, he made his way over to her. Before he even fully acknowledged what he was doing, he was already standing over her looking down with a smile. Her eyes turned to his and his breath was lost when he saw the glow of blue irises dancing in the partial sunlight.

“Looks like City Boy isn’t too cool for little ole’ me anymore,” she said. She shifted the piece of hay with her tongue, moving it to the other side. “What brings you here, Cool Guy?”

Mako ignored the nicknames she sarcastically shot at him and sat down next to her, glancing at her textbook. “You’re taking Advanced World History?”

She shrugged and continued looking at the leaves above them. “Eh. Tenzin thought it’d be a great idea and I gave in. I don’t really know what I’m going to major in just yet so I’m kind of experimenting.” She chewed thoughtfully on the hay. “So why are you taking it?”

Mako sputtered and struggled to collect his thoughts. “How did you know I’m taking that?”

“I’m in your class. ‘Course, I sit in the way back so I don’t exactly blame you for never noticing me.” She finally turned to face him and Mako almost couldn’t handle the close proximity. Were they really sitting this close before? Why hadn’t he noticed? Surely he would’ve noticed. “In fact we share about five classes together.”

“Five?”

“Yep.” She spit the hay out on the ground and stuffed her textbook into her bag, zipping it up and hopping up from the ground. “World History, Calculus II, Advanced Physics, and two others that I prefer to fall asleep in rather than learn.” She offered him a two-fingered salute. “See ya around, City Boy.” She swiveled on her heel and walked away, brown ponytail bouncing with each step.

“Wait!”

Her walk slowed to a stop and she paused before turning around. “What?”

Mako hurriedly stood and picked up his backpack. He jogged over to her while she waited with a curious expression, eyebrow quirked, blue eyes shining. He offered her a smile – they were practically off campus anyway, kindness was safe.

 “I’m ordering some take out for my brother. Want to have dinner with us?”

She blinked in surprise and actually took a step back from him. He watched her shock-filled face and began to process what he had just asked her, a light blush heating the tips of his ears. Oh great now not only was she going to think he was some bipolar jerk but she was also going to think he was some creep who had no shame in inviting girls to his apartment. Then he was going to have to avoid her for all eternity if she didn’t find a way to get his ass arrested by complaining to Tenzin. This was seriously not one of his brightest ideas and the impulsive thinking needed to stop.

All worries flew out the window and were replaced with immense relief when she smiled and playfully punched him in the arm. “Alright. What’s for dinner?”

Strength

Pairing: Slight Makorra 

Rating: T-ish

Just something I decided to write at 5 AM 

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Mako wrapped the bandage around Korra’s bloodied knuckles, holding her hand gingerly in his as he wound the fabric around, watching the red liquid soak into the white, staining it. The two were silent, not able to dig for any energy to neither speak nor find a care to talk with one another. Moments like these were best for keeping quiet and allowing the other to their thoughts without interruption or intrusion. So Korra sat and allowed him to fix her hand, scrutinizing his pale face in the low light, imagining what was going on in his head. None of it could be good.

"I should be comforting you," she eventually croaked, throat sore from screaming and sobbing. Mako remained silent, not even bothering to look up from her hand.

"I don’t understand why you’re helping me."

Mako finished wrapping the bandage and dropped it into her lap. Korra raised it and inspected his handiwork, stroking the soft cloth with the pad of her thumb. It still stung, but it was a pain she could ignore easily.

"You must hate me," she muttered, dropping her hand to her lap and staring at it as tears gathered in her eyes. "I wouldn’t blame you if you did." When she looked up she saw molten amber eyes and flinched. The first tear slipped and sped down her cheek and her throat closed up as she attempted fighting off her crying fit. "Of course you do. I see the anger in your eyes."

He didn’t answer. He didn’t move.

He didn’t really do anything.

"You blame me for all of this." He stared at her. "Don’t worry. I blame myself too." No movement. "I should’ve been there for her, for the both of you." No answer. "You can go ahead and dump me like the useless trash I am."

"And why would I ever do that?"

Korra blinked back tears. “Why not?”

"Korra, I lo-"

Don’t…say it.” Her voice was firm but her bottom lip quivered dangerously. Another tear slipped past and dripped down her chin. Korra felt her hands shaking in her lap and her chest constricted around her lungs and heart, squeezing until she couldn’t breathe. Her vision blurred and her heart raced. Small, choked whimpers escaped her throat even when she tried to shove them down and keep herself silent. Mako watched with a distraught fixation, torn between leaving her alone or scooping her into his arms and holding her close.

"I don’t deserve such…such kind words," she sobbed, fisting her pants in her hands. Her shoulders shook and the tears increased, but now none of it seemed to matter. She’d been holding this in far too long and it was time to let it all out. She shouldn’t have to hide her emotions, even in front of the very person she just hurt.

"Korra-"

"This is all my fault."

"No Korra it’s not. Stop it. Just stop."

She snapped her head up and furrowed her eyebrows together, wiping away a few tears falling down. “How is this not my fault, Mako? I should’ve been there!” She took a deep breath. “She’s dead because of me. And you have every right to hate me for it.”

Korra ducked her head again in shame and sadness. She had let the one person Mako cared about most besides Bolin slip from life so easily. It was her duty to protect those in need and she wasn’t doing that great a job so far by her count. All that happened to Asami…she was to blame.

Mako reached out for her and wrapped his arms around her shaking shoulders. “I don’t hate you, Korra. And I don’t blame you either. Asami’s death hurts, but I understand that you couldn’t be there for her.” Tears began to soak into his jacket and he smoothed her hair as she cried into him, mourning the loss of her dear friend and a strong ally.

"Don’t let this get to you, Korra. I know you’re stronger than that. Asami knows you’re stronger than that.”

Korra sniffed and looked up at him, searching his eyes for a lie. “And if I’m not?”

He kissed her forehead and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “Then I’m here for you. And she will be too. We’ll help you be strong.”

Again

Pairing: Makorra <3

Rating: K-ish

A/N: Just something that wouldn’t leave me alone

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"Again."

The low rumble of his chuckle danced across her lips as he leaned in, pressing his lips against hers once again. She returned the kiss with vigor, digging her stubbed fingernails into his scalp, leaving harmless welts in his skin. His hands found her hips and squeezed them firmly before reeling them into his body, her chest following suit. Their torsos collided in their kissing frenzy and Korra smiled into his lips, proud of their beating hearts synchronization. They pulled apart for air, gulping in mouthfuls of it as they recovered from their passionate lip-lock.

Mako looked down at the Avatar, softly smiling when she gazed back up at him with eager cerulean eyes, sparkling with the intensity of the fire he bended tenfold. Her lips were pink and swollen calling out to him, begging for him to suck and bite on them relentlessly as Korra wriggled and moaned in his arms.

Resisting the urge, Mako looked back into Korra’s eyes, focusing on them and them alone. They were so brilliant and breath-taking that Mako almost missed her speaking.

"Again."

He smiled and leaned down once more, recapturing her lips with his.

"Again.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Despite how much she asked him for more, Mako knew he would never tire of the feeling of their lips and bodies pressed together, melding into one another and becoming whole in the way that only couples could.

She licked her lips and eyed his plump ones, throbbing with excessive use.

"Again."

Warmth

Rating: T
Info: Makorra, angst, violence, blood, death

Just a little something that came to mind out of nowhere. I know I promised I’d write fluff or smut but it seems I can’t escape the angst.

Summary: A near-death experience leads to cuddling in an alley and sharing some much needed warmth.

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Korra winced as she waded through the rubble, taking in the amount of damage done by the recent battle that took place in awe. It was hard to process any of it; she’d been hanging out with her friends, messing and joking around like a normal teenager for the first time in a long time. Their outing was meant to be simple and innocent, but when she was spotted by some non-benders who weren’t too fond of her, things got a little out of hand. One thing led to another and the next thing she was aware of, Equalists were crowding in all directions, backing up the non-benders harassing them. An all-out brawl broke out and everything became chaotic and confusing. Korra vaguely remembers Bolin and Asami fleeing to go find their Satomobile and she was so sure that Mako had gone with them while she distracted the Equalists. Unfortunately, she found him too late when an explosion went off and she heard his scream as a wall of the building over them collapsed on him.

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