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Hey all, it’s been four years since I have been on this blog (when I finished my freshman year of college oh my) but I’m back now. I miss this fandom a lot and hope to be posting more soon. Ask is open but not guarantee I’ll get to everything very soon, I’m working on a fic for a different fandom at the moment.
I will however be reblogging other work so if you have any recs let me know!
Prompt: Prompt #71 - Embarrassing Moments from 100makorrathemes on tumblr.
Word Count: 466
Summary: Tenzin overhears a suspicious conversation. What else was he supposed to assume?
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“Mako, could you just shift a little to the - ouch!”
“Oh, sorry!”
The sounds of shuffling, and then, “Okay, your angle’s all wrong.”
“Korra, you try handling something this… stiff.”
“Well you can’t just shove it in there. Have some tact!”
A faint growl of frustration. “I'm trying!”
Odd, quiet creaking noises fill the silence for a minute before Korra’s hushed voice carries through the closed door.
“You know, maybe we should have used something to help it slide easier?”
A grunt. “I stopped by the shop yesterday for something but they were out.”
“Oh.” A pause, then, “… I think there might be a bottle of baby oil in Rohan’s room?”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“… you think they’ll notice if we borrow it?”
“Nah, as long as Tenzin doesn’t find out about this, we’re- oh! Hold that position, that’s perfect!”
“Okay! Okay I’m just going to push it in really… slowly… how is that?”
A hushed reply, “I dunno, it feels good -”
SLAM!
The door to Korra’s room blows open with a blast of wind as Tenzin marches into the room in a swirl of orange robes and poorly concealed anger.
“What in spirit’s name do you two think you’re-” He stops short and takes in the scene before him.
Korra and Mako are frozen, both kneeling on the floor holding up either end of a chest drawer that’s half fallen out of its cabinet. Fully clothed.
There is a very pregnant pause.
Korra is the first to break the silence, rushing to her feet and wringing her hands. “Tenzin, I swear I was going to tell you if we couldn’t fix it, but I was just pulling the drawer out, and - and I know this is an antique that Katara gave you - it’s just the hinge that’s broken and… Tenzin? You’re not mad, are you?”
Tenzin’s face is mottled in color, caught between a mix of confusion, anger, and immense relief as he opens his mouth to reply, closes it, then opens it once again to take a sharp breath.
“I… no, it’s just I thought…” there is an awkward pause as he shifts his gaze between the two young adults, clears his throat, and straightens his robes from their disheveled state. “It’s nothing. Carry on with… that.” He gestures vaguely to the drawer and casts a cursory glance around the room before stiffly turning on his heel and marching back out.
Korra and Mako wait until the click of his heels has turned the corner of the hallway before looking at each other.
Mako coughs.
“You realize what he, uh, assumed, right?”
Korra nods. Walks back over to the drawer to help Mako lift it again.
“It’s a good thing we weren't…”
Korra nods again.
Then adds with a cheeky grin, “This time, at least.”
“Korra.”
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Title: Not a date
Summary: Mako and Korra go watch a probending match together, but just as friends. Or could it lead to something more? A very belated Valentines fic.
A/N: This fic happens in a future AU, but I didn’t pinpoint their ages on this. Both characters are single in this story and if this fic is canon compliant or not I’ll let it up to you to decide. I left it open.
Rating: K
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Mako stopped his motorcycle in front of the small noodlery shop. Wednesday nights were seaweed noodles nights. He greeted Narook and sat by the counter, ordering the usual. His prescence was so frequent there lately that the old man already knew which was. Years ago, Mako would say watertribe cuisine was not for his taste, however, meeting a certain someone opened his mind to the new flavors, as well as for other things in his life.
“Finally giving sea prunes a chance?” Mako spotted a familiar pair of blue eyes approaching him, whose owner was the responsible for his change of taste. “Uh .. Not yet,” Mako waved his hand to Korra, “maybe next time”.
Korra pulled a chair and sat next to him, waiting for her order. It wasn’t unusual to find the Avatar eating at the watertribe restaurant or some food stall around town (the one that sell pork fried dumplings near the City Hall being one of her favorites as he could tell - after Narook’s of course). Apparently, even after years living by herself, Korra still can’t cook to save her life - or simply wasn’t interested in doing so. The latter not seeming a very clever idea for someone who lived by her own, he thought.
“Are you here because of the probending match tonight too?” Korra asked. It was then that Mako remembered: Wednesday’s nights were also probending nights, when the small diner gets crowded with fans to hear the match from Narook’s old radio, get drunk and annoyingly loud. That’s why on these nights he just grabs his takeout box and leaves before the ruckus starts. Unfortunately - or maybe not - he left work later tonight.
“Tenzin still have that ‘no probending rule’, can you believe that?” Korra said indignantly. “I’d have to sneak out to listen to it with the White Lotus’ like on my teen days. They’re nice but they don’t have seaweed noodles… or beer”, she chugged form her freshly delivered beverage, “and I’m not in for tea right now.”
“Yeah, I’m here for probending too." Lie. "But I’m skipping the beer tonight, I’m working tomorrow.” Soon Korra convinces him otherwise, and he orders one for him too, Just one, If he showed up at the station on the next day with a hangover, Chief Beifong would skin him alive.
The match starts. The Harbor Town Hogmonkeys versus the Red Sands Rabaroos. Narook promptly turns up the volume as more people gather around the counter.
“Wow, it’s been ages I haven’t watched a match at the arena.” Korrra said wistfully, “It’s already hard for me to sit down and listen to the match, imagine to watch one!”
Over the years, Mako have read snippets of Korra’s life on the headlines as she endlessly traveled throughout the world. Always being at some different spot across the globe, never staying too long in only one place. It was surprising to find her at random that night. With her erratic agenda it was almost impossible to predict when she would be in Republic City. As for Mako, he couldn’t actually remember the last time he went out just to have fun, to be honest. Maybe Bolin was right, he has been working too much.
Both accompanied the match broadcast while they ate their meal, making comments about it here and there. “The Rabaroos team doesn’t have any chance this season.” Mako commented after said team loses the first round and almost the match itself, having two of their players knocked out of the rink.
“Actually the Hogmonkeys earthbender has a weak stance,” said Korra gesturing with her chopsticks, “if they focus on him first instead of trying to advance they can destructure the opponent.”
Mako stopped mid way eating his own noodles and glanced at her.
“What? Only you can have an opinion about it, Team Captain? Korra retorted.
Mako snorted. "I just think you’re giving them a too much credit, after a round like that”
“We’ll see, City Boy.”
As if Korra had used some supernatural power able to influence that game (Mako actually questioned himself if it was really possible), the Rabaroos came back a completely different team in the second round, doing exactly what Korra has said… and having an unlikely win, by knockout.
Mako’s mouth went agape, as well as other people’s there, while Korra couldn’t contain her smug smirk.
“Okay, that was sheer luck.” He raised his hands in defeat.
“I’m saying, if they keep playing like on that last round they can get through to the finals.”
“As if!” Mako laughed in disdain. “They’ll have a bunch of stronger teams to beat till there, like the Boar-Q-Pines.”
Mako gulped down his beer - his third one, that he promise this was his last. “Okay, lets make a bet. If you’re right and the Rabaroos make it to the finals – and both of us know it’s not gonna happen- ”
“Then what?” Korra dared.
“I’m thinking!” Mako could beat himself for what he was going to say next. “I’m taking you to watch the match at the arena.”
Korra raised an eyebrow, “Are you asking me out, Officer?”
Given to the alcohol or not, Mako felt his cheeks burn like fire. “No, uh… Yes! I mean, you said you haven’t watched a match in a while, so I’m inviting you, as a good friend, because you seem to be such a fan of this team, which is horrible.” Korra scowled at him, “It will be just two people hanging out together casually…as friends, it’s not like a date situation or anything.” He felt the need to add.
“Oh, I see,” Korra smiled playfully at him, “actually I like this idea, to hang out with you, my friend” she stressed a lot the last word, much to Mako’s annoyance.
“And if they win you let me brag about it the hell I want.”
“The same if otherwise.”
“Deal.”
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Mako went to Narook’s on the next Wednesday. This time Korra wasn’t there when he arrived. The radio broadcast began and ended, but she didn’t show up. On the following week he is alone again, in the middle of the crowded diner. He asks Narook’s but the old man haven’t seen her either. Then a newspaper publishes that Korra is in a province somewhere far north of Ba Sing Se, meddling some political issue The next Wednesday the drunkards are especially annoying, so he just grab his takeout and goes home. As the weeks go by, Mako accompanies the Rabaroos climb their way up on the competition. The semifinals being a specially tough game disputed point by point and kept Mako glued on his seat until the Rabaroos won, in the tie-breaker.
The day of the final match finally came, not that Mako was antecipating it. “The Bau Ling Buzzard Wasps versus the Red Sands Rabaroos” announced the posters scattered all his way to the station. Korra was still miles away from there and the tickets sold out days ago. Mako was piling up some files to analyze on the next day, getting ready to go home when the door to his office was slammed open.
“Come on Captain City Boy, or we will be late!”
“Korra? What are yo- I didnt know you were in town!” Mako stuttered in surprise.
“Probending, Mako. The finals, tonight!”
Mako sighed. “I’m sorry Korra, I heard it’s sold out, and since I couldn’t get in touch with you I didn’t-”
Korra slapped two tickets on his desk, leaving him even more stunned. “Well, the perks of being the world savior”, she smirked.
“How did you get those? Hey, I invited you so this was my job!”
Korra rolled her eyes, “Are you coming with me, or do you prefer to spend the night crying over your bruised masculine ego?”
Mako sighed in surrender, “just let me grab my coat.”
Arriving at the arena Mako and Korra easily mingled in the crowd. On their way there, Mako kept trying to retrace Korra’s lastest steps until the moment she knocked on his door. Korra gave no further details of when she arrived in town or how she got those tickets. It wasn’t her type to use her Avatar title to get advantages like that. Anyway, the fact was that she just crossed half the world just to watch a probending match… with him. A fluttering felling danced in his chest, but was quickly brushed off by the rational side of his brain. He was too old to nurture such hopes… was and almost losing sight of Korra in the crowd, as she dodged the passerbys impatiently. Her not being too tall just added to that.
“Stick closer or we’ll get lost from each other,”
In a reflex act Mako grabbed her hand. The moment their palms touched, electricity climbed up his arm, in a similar way it felt when lightning bending. He wondered if Korra felt something similar or was just caught off guard when she froze in place, slowly looking down to their conected hands.
“Hey, if aren’t there Mr. Big guy!”
Both grimaced, recognizing that voice (and Mako also the nickname). When they turned around they came to face with Wu, the former Earth Kingdom Prince. Probably the last person in the world who both expected - and would like to - meet there among hundreds of people.
“And look, he has company”, he wrigled his eyebrows, “very good company, indeed.”
“I hope I’m not interrupting anything”, said the Prince, looking directly into the hands of the two, who realized they still held each other, but not for too long anymore, though. They let go as quickly as if boiling water had been thrown over them.
“Don’t worry! I won’t get in the way of your date!”, smiled a very amused Wu.
The young couple’s eyes doubled in size.
“What, date? Us? Pfft!” Mako dismissed as if it was the most absurd idea in the world. Then both began to ramble on excuses, almost completing each other phrases.
“She just wanted to watch a probending match…”
“…and he invited me.”
“But just as friends, of course” Mako clarified.
“Exactly, friends.”
“Yep, this is so not a date, like , at all.”
“Not in the very least” Korra reinforced.
“Okay, okay, I get it” Wu raised his hands to halt them. “You don’t need to explain me anything.”
The Prince then leaned over and shielded his mouth with his hand as if about to tell a secret.
“But I advise you to take it easy with the hand-holding, you know, the press is attending here tonight and you don’t want to make the front cover tomorrow by giving them the wrong message.” Both Mako and Korra cringed at the idea.
“Or, since this is not a date, you can join me in my private cabin…”
“No!” Korra almost shouted. “I mean, we already got seats, thank you.”
“And we’re already going because we’d rather not lose them.” Mako added. They excused themselves and quickly walked away from the Prince, who still called out to Mako from the distance, “give a hug to your grandma for me when you see her!”
Mako and Korra finally reached their seats, after a stop to buy snacks and some refreshments. Korra really managed to get good a spot for them, with a good view to the rink. He complimented her choice and then fell silent. There was a tension between them after the unfortunate encounter.
The two were a high contrast among the incessant chatting of people as they occupied their seats Mako wasn’t a strange to awkward silences in those dates people insisted on arranging for him – and in other social events in general. But this one was especially unconfortable.
“And Wu, to think we were on a date?” Mako snorted. He leaned towards Korra’s ear and still had to raise his voice to be heard. “Cannot two people hang out together nowadays without having some ulterior motive behind it?”
“Exactly, we’ve been over this ages ago. Can’t people realize that?” Korra agreed, having to lean to him as well.
“We’ve both been into dates before to know how this is not a date, at all.” He added. “Afterall, this is not exacty where you’re supposed to take someone you’re romantically interested”
Korra turned to glare at him.
“What? Why not?”
“Because a date is supposed to be romantic and I’m sure watching people beat each other up doesn’t fill in that category.”
“Well, what if your partner enjoys watching people beat each other up – sportily?
Now it was his turn to look at her.
"Okay, what’s your big idea of a perfect date, Big Guy? A dinner? Are you that cliche?”
“Perhaps?” Mako shrugged.
“And where would it be? Don’t say Kwongs. There are other places to eat in this city, for spirits sake!”
Mako didn’t know what Korra could have against Kwongs but she had a point there, apparently the fine restaurant had been the most obvious choice for a romantic dinner in Republic City to a lot of couples, for some unknown reason.
“Well, assuming my companion appreciates watertribe cuisine, there’s a restaurant by the bay, nothing too fancy. It’s kinda new but their smoked salmon got great reviews. Maybe a walk on the shore afterwards, under the moonlight.” He shrugged again.
“I appreciate watertribe cuisine, and the moonlight” Korra left it hanging in the air.
Silence again.
“Do you want to go there… on a date this time.”
“Are you asking me out, for real?” Korra asked as if to be sure she heard right.
“Yes, I am”, he answered, confident this time.
Another beat of silence, interrupted by Korra’s chuckle.
“What can I say, you got me hooked with the smoked salmon City Boy, nice move.” Her mouth opened in her signature crooked grin and Mako couldn’t help flashing a cocky smile, earning a slight nudge from the Avatar.
The voice of Shiro Shinobi echoed in the arena. The crowd jumped of their seats exploding in cheers, including the excited young Avatar and the Police Captain.
The match lasted until the last round. Ending in the unlikely victory of the Rabaroos, the great champions of the season, whose Korra bragged about until they reached the ferry doc to the whole next week. They had a great time that night, together as friends. Next year, when the next season starts, maybe they will be something more than that.
Title: Five Words
Word Count: 643
I just really want a Makorra kiss.
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“What are you doing, Korra?”
It’s the first thing Mako says to her when she edges into the gaps between them, first with her hands, slipping over his wrists, up his forearms, to broad shoulders.
“This is a bad idea,” he says, when she steps further into his space, close enough that she can practically feel the quick push of his chest each time he breathes, until she’s close enough to feel the puff of air that escapes on the “b” when he repeats the words inches from her own lips.
He’s warm, the heat of him seeping through his clothing, into her through the places where their bodies catch on one another. He shifts, accidentally, her hands slipping from his shoulders and over his chest. She moves onto tiptoe, sparks shooting through her when she brings herself even closer.
Hiding out in the rubble of the dilapidated city hall certainly might not be the best place to do this, to restart something best left on pause, but — it doesn’t matter, to her, at least. It doesn’t matter that they haven’t spoken as much as they should have since she’s come back. It doesn’t matter that he still seems a little hurt that she never replied to his letters, or that she still doesn’t always feel like herself even if she is finally back on track.
Or, maybe it does, but she’s missed him so badly it can’t matter. She’s hoping he feels the same, that he misses her enough to let her lack of good timing slide.
“Korra, wait, we can’t just–"
"I still love you.”
His eyes grow wide at her words, and she wants to know what he’s thinking, but she also doesn’t want to know, doesn’t let him respond, just in case, swallowing whatever words she can’t risk hearing him say with her mouth.
His lips are chapped, rough and unmoving, under the pressure of her own.
A sinking feeling fills her stomach — she should have known that three years would be too long, and she shouldn’t have latched onto something as tenuous as “always”, and she should have known —
And then — a soft press back, and the sinking is gone, filled with a warmth that threatens to make her break the kiss he’s finally returning just to smile at him, to laugh at the butterflies winged with relief fluttering in her stomach. He kisses her this time, still soft, still questioning, but it’s more, and she slips her hands up from his chest into the tufts of hair at the collar of the tightly buttoned up shirt she still hasn’t grown used to seeing him wear.
She’s left no gaps for him to close, but his arms come around her, pulling her flush against him like he’s scared she’ll disappear on him, again, when distancing herself from him is the furthest thing from her mind. He’s always been like this, hands grasping in a warm pressure, arms holding her against his chest, tightly; being ‘close’ isn’t enough. She knows that when she wraps her arms around him, he’ll still draw her in closer, curl himself around her in a way that she’d find smothering from anyone else.
The kiss calms and they breathe against each other, a split second of silence before –
“And I still love you.”
And he’s smiling, and she almost doesn’t want to kiss him again because she had missed seeing that smile, his smile, but she does kiss him, and he kisses her back, and even though she can’t see it, she can still feel the smile on his cheeks. His hands slide from her hips to her waist, up, down, up and down again, before they’re curling around her thighs, and she’s off the ground, more free than she’s felt in years.
She’d forgotten how nice it felt to spin.
Title: Second Chance
Pairing: Makorra Finale AU
Words: 450
A/N: Here. Take this shitty drabble on what I think the finale could’ve been like.
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“You know I meant it when I said that I’ll always love you.”
Korra looked up from her spot at the table into amber eyes. Varrick’s and Zhu li’s wedding reception was winding down and people were starting to pack up their things and go home. Korra had taken her place at one of the tables to rest and wait out the remainder of the evening.
“I know,” Korra smiled gently at him and sighed. “I meant it, too.” She motioned for Mako to sit in the seat next to her. She had a few things she wanted to talk to him about, and she could tell by the look flickering in his eyes that he needed to talk to her, too.
Pairing: Makorra Summary: Korra leads Mako to the dance floor (immediately after their scene together) Word Count: 763
Title: Second Chance
Pairing: Makorra Finale AU
Words: 450
A/N: Here. Take this shitty drabble on what I think the finale could’ve been like.
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“You know I meant it when I said that I’ll always love you.”
Korra looked up from her spot at the table into amber eyes. Varrick’s and Zhu li’s wedding reception was winding down and people were starting to pack up their things and go home. Korra had taken her place at one of the tables to rest and wait out the remainder of the evening.
“I know,” Korra smiled gently at him and sighed. “I meant it, too.” She motioned for Mako to sit in the seat next to her. She had a few things she wanted to talk to him about, and she could tell by the look flickering in his eyes that he needed to talk to her, too.
Pairing: Makorra Words: 915 Song: Happy — Leona Lewis A/N: AU book 4 finale ending, hope you like it! ——————————————————————-
It was late in the night when the wedding party finally started to dim down, people beginning to pack up their things and others already gone.
Title: Overnight
Rating: Mostly T with a dash of M for imagery ;]
Word Count: 3,359 words
Notes: Korra finds that she’s become an unexpected, overnight guest. [Makorra + Friendship Korrasami]
Inspired by this beautiful sketch by SlackTension and written for the Makorra 100 Themes Challenge! A bit of a longer piece (for me, anyway), fluffiness mixed in with deeper things, to get you all through your weekday~
And P.S. korrathewarrior, this one is for you. :D
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The setting sun has painted the sky a mesmerizing mix of pinks and purples, highlighted with rays of brilliant golds. Korra can’t take her eyes off the sun, gazing at it with squinted eyes as it slowly winks out for the day.
She’s propped herself on the soft, supple leather of Pepper’s saddle and the Air-Bending siblings are loosely scattered around her—Meelo holds the reins, Jinora quietly meditates, and Ikki hums while she weaves little white flowers into Korra’s hair.
“So, how’s everyone back home?” asks Korra. The soft gentle movements of little, deft hands are comforting; she closes her eyes.
“Mmmm, Mom and Dad are fine—Dad’s helping the President with some business. Kai and Jinora are dating now, Asami is in the paper everyday—“ The news shoots from Ikki’s mouth like a machine gun; so rapid fire that the details coast over Korra’s relaxed mind…except for one.
Korra cracks one eye open, a playful smile spreading on her face. “So. Kai, eh?’
Jinora’s lips curl up on the edges but her eyes remain closed and her posture remains relaxed. “Yeah, for about a year now. He’s really sweet.”
To the sound of Meelo gagging and Ikki sighing, Korra says, “I bet. And he does know that if he hurts you, I’m going to hurl him into the ground so hard, he’ll pop out of the other side of the world…right?”
Jinora’s lips curl up even more. “Yes, I think he’s well aware. My Dad’s already informed him.”
“Oh good, glad we’re clear~”
There’s a pleasant moment of silence before Ikki begins again—“Weeeell. Speaking of boyfriends, yours is doing fine.”
Mako tries to get korra back to her old self so they go out on a date like old times :)
(this is over a thousand words, sorry I got carried away)
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Korra was strong enough to walk now, but still tired easily and never left the island. She hated to admit it and never said a word of complaint, but she still wore dark circles under the eyes and her attention often drifted. She tried to put on a brave face for the kids and her friends, but Mako knew her heart wasn’t in it.
And he missed her heart. His heart missed hers.
"We’re going into the city today," he told her one morning. He found her in the meditation pavilion - she spent a lot of time there lately.
"Why?" She sounded almost back to normal, but her pale blue eyes were just so tired.
Mako stuffed his hands in his pockets. “I thought it might be fun. I’ll even treat you to some noodles.”
'What, like a date?' he wanted her to say, to tease him like she used to. Instead she pressed her lips together, considering.
Sorry for the long wait but I have a cancer AU coming SOON! Hope you guys like it!!
Mako reacts to the sight of Korra with short hair.
Title: So Many Possibilities (ff.net)
Rating: M (smutty at the end)
Length: 1,606
Summary: As he goes about his day, Mako thinks of the ways he and Korra might meet again. Takes place a few weeks or so before the premiere.
Note: And a great cry went up from the people: “Give us Book 4 Makorra!” And lo, bob looked out at them and said, “I’m not sure if this is what you had in mind, but here you go anyway.”
Summary: Mako and Korra talk in the cave after being apart for three years. Takes place in book 4.
Rating: K
A/N: This fic was inspired by the scene in the trailer of mako and korra in that dark cave.
Summary: Mako and Wu watch an earth rumble tournament together. Mako notices somebody.
Rating: K
A/N: Inspired by makosbitch's gorgeous picture.
Are you participating in Korra week? The first prompt is ALONE which is today....
Alone
A/N: Hey guys! I’m back! University starts for me this week so I have no idea if I’ll be participating in Korra Week. I really want to but I have no idea if i’ll have time. I just kinda spit this one out today. Its not my best and I’m kinda rusty since its been a while. But WHOA HOW ABOUT THAT FINALE THAT WAS GREAT! I HAVE NO IDEA HOW I FEEL ABOUT THAT ENDING! I NEED BOOK 4 ALREADY…BUT WHILE WE WAIT FOR THAT I’LL POST SOME STUFF TO KEEP US BUSY! Anyway I hope you guys like this! Enjoy!
She just had to blow up on everyone didn’t she. They all just wanted to help but she just kept pushing them all away. Its been four weeks since the battle with Zaheer. She should be fully recovered by now. She was Korra, she was strong, and most of all she didn’t need anyone’s help.
As she sat there alone in her bed, she couldn’t help but feel the tears well up in her eyes. She regretted lashing out at everyone; screaming at them that she was fine, that she didn’t need help, that she would be fine alone. She could still see everyone’s sad expression from when she wheeled away from the room. It was haunting her now. She knew she needed to apologize.
Korra winced in pain as she sat up from bed. She was still covered in bandages and bruises, but that wasn’t going to stop her. She grabbed the handle of the wheelchair and pulled herself up. As she was about to take a seat, the chair slipped from underneath her and she hit the floor hard. She lifted her head to see the chair pushed across to the other side of the room.
“Argh!” Korra grunted.
It only took a few seconds for Mako to come rushing in to see if she was okay. Of course he would be sitting outside her room, even when she told them to let her be, but for once Korra was glad he was there because this could’ve been a lot worse if he didn’t show up.
“Spirits, Korra!” Mako said exasperatedly as he rushed over to her. “Are you okay?” Korra shook her head.
“I need help.” She pouted as she stretched up her arms, signaling for Mako to pick her up. Mako wasted no time and carefully scooped Korra up, taking her to her bed. Instead of laying her down like she thought he would, Mako decided to sit down on the bed and pull Korra on to his lap. Korra was surprised at Mako’s actions, usually he would be all awkward, but for once he sat there content and relaxed and Korra couldn’t be happier. As Mako leaned his back against the wall, Korra nuzzled her head into Mako’s chest and he began to softly stroke her hair.
“I’m sorry I lashed out at everyone.” She sighed, “I just don’t know how to be the weak one.”
“Korra, its okay to be upset, but just know you’re not weak. Korra you’re injured and no one is expecting you to bounce back right away. Take your time and if and when you need our help let us now. We’re here for you and you don’t have to go through this alone.”
“Okay.” She whispered as she began to fall asleep in his arms.
Mako let about thirty minutes pass before he stroked her cheek to wake her up.
“Hey, sleepyhead.” He said quietly as his thumb traced her jawline. “Dinner will be served soon.” He began to shift her from his lap. “I’ll go grab your food and bring it back.” Korra wrapped her arms around Mako.
“No,” she mumbled into his chest. “Don’t leave. I don’t wanna be left alone.”
“Then what do you suggest I do?”
“Take me with you?” She looked up at him expectantly. He smiled. This was the first time Korra was really acting like her old self.
“Okay up you go.” Mako said as he helped Korra on to his back, carrying her piggy-back style.
As they made their way to the dinning hall, Mako was pointing out things around the island, almost as if he was a republic city tour guide. Korra couldn’t help but giggle at his dorky but adorable actions. Mako’s heart clenched as her heard her laughter escape her lips; its been so long.
“And here we are, the Air Temple Island Dinning Hall.” Mako said as he walked into the already crowded dinning room. Team Avatar and the rest of Tenzin’s family fell silent as the two made their way into the room. She hadn’t had a proper meal with all of them in so long.
After a fun filled dinner with everyone, Mako carried Korra back to her room and tucked her into bed. Korra grabbed his hand before he left.
“Mako, you’re right y’know?”
“When am I not always right, Korra?”
“You don’t even know what I’m gonna say.” She laughed.
“Okay, then tell me.”
“I’m not alone. I have everyone and I decided that I’m not going to do this by myself. I’m tired of feeling alone. So thank you for reminding me that I’m not. I’m surrounded by great people. Especially you. I know I can be a handle full.” She shrugged.
“That’s what I love most about you Korra. There’s never a dull moment with you.” He bent down a placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “Goodnight Korra. I’ll be in the room next door if you need anything. You won’t be alone.”
She pulled the covers tight around her.
“Goodnight Mako.” She whispered as she let sleep take her over.
