Title: The Pink Disaster
Word Count: 674
Summary: [Mako stares at the fabric in his hand, as if he could make it burst into flames just by doing that (and he could). But there wasn’t any time for this, Korra was waiting… | Mako. Korra. Fluff.]
Rating: K+-.-
birthday-fic for lauren – hope you like it! :)
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“But it’s PINK!” Mako says, jabbing a finger at the tinted undershirt that hung from her fingers, as if she hadn’t already seen it. Korra shakes her head.
Finally finished it :)
Papa Mako cuddling his daughter <3
sorry idk how to color so I just slapped some texture orz and also PLEASE if you make a separate post of this pic, INCLUDE the source, thanks :)[Texture]
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Summary: (Welcome Home) It’s a strange life, but he supposes he wouldn’t give it up.
Rating: T
Pairing: Makorra
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She leaves at night, her presence slipping through cracks in shoddy gutters and water stained walls. She’s quiet as she goes, and even when he wakes he never calls out to her. He knows it’s not his place.
She will be gone for a while, probably. Usually it’s a week. Sometimes a month or two. It gets lonely without her there. The house feels empty.
Summary: Mako knows he’s dying tonight. Korra does not. He wants to remember everything before he goes.
Word count: ~2200
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Mako knew exactly what was going to happen that night. Six years ago, after a nasty motorcycle crash, he’d been told he had a few years left to live. His body had withstood too many nights in the cold, too many weeks without food, and far too many hits and beatings.
The doctors hadn’t know exactly how much longer Mako would survive. But the 28-year-old Firebender could tell.
He knew he was dying that night.
For the last few months he’d felt weaker, needed more breaks during work, slacked with taking care of his children, and slept in a little later in the morning. It was all leading up to tonight.
Korra didn’t know, of course, and neither did their children. He was never able to bring himself to break the news to them. How were you supposed to tell the ones you loved most that you knew you were dying?
Korra had never been so torn between laughing and cringing in her life.
In all honesty, it probably shouldn’t have been nearly as funny as it was. But she hardly ever got to see Mako genuinely afraid, - at least under normal circumstances - and the look on his face would’ve been the perfect blackmail opportunity had she had a camera handy.
When she’d invited him back to her place to officially meet her parents, - since the first time hadn’t exactly been ideal, what with her having her bending taken away and everything - she’d expected him to be a bit nervous. After all, Mako didn’t exactly have the best people skills, and she knew her parents could be more than intimidating when they wanted to be.
But the last thing she’d expected was to end up with Mako cowering in the corner of the room, while her mother threatened to castrate him and then freeze him in a block of ice and push him out to sea if he ever broke her heart.
It certainly didn’t help that Tonraq was kicking back on the couch and chuckling to himself as though this were a regular occurance. Or that Senna was at least a head shorter than Mako and yet he still looked on the verge of peeing his pants.
After fifteen minutes of sitting on the sidelines and trying to retain her giggles, however, Korra decided it was time to intervene.
“Mom. Hey, Mom - take it easy, would ya?” She laid a soothing hand on her mother’s shoulder, capturing the older woman’s attention for the moment. Mako shot her the most grateful look she’d ever seen him wear, and she couldn’t stop the grin that flitted over her face.
“Just laying down the ground rules, hun.” Senna’s expression was just amused as Korra felt, and she knew her mother had just been screwing with Mako for the hell of it. It was easy to see where Korra got her attitude from. “Gotta make sure this boy stays in line.”
“I think he got the message.” Korra couldn’t quite stifle a laugh when Mako nodded shakily, scrabbling at the wall behind him a bit until he was standing up straight. “Trust me, Mom, I can keep him in line.”
An indignant huff reached her ears from Mako’s direction, and both she and Senna laughed again, the latter backing away a few paces to give Mako some much-needed breathing room. She smiled kindly at him, a far cry from the glare she’d been piercing him with for most of the afternoon. “Good to hear. You know, you’re quite the handsome boy, Mako. My grandchildren will be adorable.”
Mako abruptly started choking on his own spit.
Prompt: “Dream a Little Dream”
Rating: T
Pairing: Makorra
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She’s halfway around the world but he can still feel her breath mingling with his.
She’s off paying her dues, seeing the countries grow, watching the people evolve. The Avatar, bridge between the spirit world and the physical one, the fragile line that maintains peace. So, of course she’s gone. She has to be. She has places to go.
