//Makorra ficlet

Makorra Month Day 9: Flaw

Everyone has flaws. If someone tells you they don’t they’re either selling something, or they’re trying to eat your heart. Regardless, everyone has flaws. It’s what makes us human. It’s what helps shape our personalities along with our good traits.

What makes a relationship strong is the ability to overcome these flaws.

Sure, Mako was a little overprotective and Korra a little overbearing, but that was no reason to throw in the towel when it came to their relationship.

So, they worked around the flaws that cropped up here and there. Mako would tell Korra when she was being too stubborn and he made sure to not always let her get her way.

Korra told Mako when he was being a little too territorial or when he was being kind of a jerk. 

Neither of them got too upset about it. Of course, there were occasional fights, but what relationship doesn’t have those? No one ever said it would be easy or perfect, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t worth it. And to Korra and Mako, it most certainly was. 

Because I was away from tumblr and now have four fics to write (because I promised myself I would write one every day) I’m doing two for the four days I missed. Luckily, days 6 and 7 go really well together, as do days 8 and 9. So here goes nothing.

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The second of my two ketchup fics (ketchup, catch up, see what I did there?) Ok, I’ll just stop now. Enjoy!

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“Korra, I think you need to break up with Mako.”

Now, this was not a nice thing to hear. It was not something I would ever consider, nor was it something I would ever accept as advice. It was not a reprimand; Tenzin, in fact, said that ever since I started dating Mako, I seemed happier, lighter, even more in tune with my own soul and the spiritual side of life. It was all crazy monk mumbo-jumbo of course, but at least he was supportive of the relationship. It wasn’t a maternal thing- Pema, my surrogate mother as she had become, was very taken with Mako. She constantly praised him on his qualities, and was openly very happy about our being in love. This was not even a silly statement from one of the elder airbender kids; in fact, the three of them had taken to calling us lovebirds. Ikki was planning our wedding. Jinora was looking up baby names. Milo was badgering Mako about when he was going to pop the question. No. No one had any problems with the Makorra phenomenon sweeping Republic City. Our friends loved us. The press loved us. The people loved us. Bolin- well Bolin loved us. Just separately. He loved Mako- his older brother, how could he not- and he loved me. But together, we were a source of bad feelings for him.

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Mako’s motorcycle roared down the street as he revved the engine, straining to go faster and weaving in and out of traffic. 

Horns blared as he quite thoroughly abused his police siren privileges, desperately racing to Korra.

The call at the station had to be wrong, somehow.

She couldn’t be dying.

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//makorra ficlet

Makorra Month Day 8: Miscommunication

Mako kicked at the ground as he stalked down the city streets. He had gotten into an argument with Korra over something he had misheard. He had thought Korra had told him dinner was tomorrow night and not that night. However, he was wrong. It was that night and he showed up three hours late to a cold dinner and even colder Korra. 

They yelled and got into each other’s faces and then Mako ended up storming out of the apartment.

Now that he thought about it, he didn’t understand why he blew up. Maybe it was all the stress from work he was under lately. He ran a hand through his hair as he played his conversation with Korra over in his head again for the fourteenth time. Maybe she had said dinner tonight and not tomorrow, it was so loud in the station it was hard to differentiate. He grunted in frustration as he turned the corner. This really was a stupid thing to fight over. Maybe, in the end, both of them were under stress and just needed a break in order to unclog the lines of communication. 

He needed to see her now. Mako sprinted the couple of blocks to the apartments and pulled open the door. Korra was directly on the other side, just about to make her way out and look for him. He couldn’t help but grin and scoop her into his arms. He locked his lips with hers.

“Can we forget this? We can skip out on work tomorrow and have as many meals together as you want. I just need some time alone with you.”

Mako rested his forehead against hers. 

Korra grinned. She sighed in relief.

“Yes. And yes. Look at me, getting City Boy to skip work.” Korra chuckled before Mako leaned down to kiss her once again. 

Okay, well after taking that 13 hour break from the world to read Insurgent, I will now  continue with Makorra Month. Also, I realize I slacked off for the past two prompts, but I just really wasn’t feeling it for them. Maybe this one will be good.

And although I feel like this theme is too similar to faith, I still have managed to at least attempt to come up with something… ish (because I’ve always wanted to toy with equalist!Mako)and it took a fucking looooong time to get done. So enjoy.

Rated: M (SCHMUTTAYYYY)

Summary: She knows he’s always been afraid of losing her. She knows he made a mistake, a life threatening one for both of them. She knows he was once her enemy. But never, not once, had she ever felt as if she could not put every ounce of her faith in him once they got through it.  

“Korra, just trust me on this one.”

She laughs, trying to stay in rhythm with the music coming from the radio on the side table, but stumbling over her own and Mako’s feet. “I can’t even stay on my feet as is! There is no way I’m going to try it.”

It’s a late summer night in Republic City, and an exceptionally hot one. However, it’s their anniversary, and Mako had insisted that they celebrate after a delicious homemade dinner with a little dancing. Of course, Korra’s inability to stand correctly and decide which Mako is the right one is mostly attributed to her drunkenness,  but even without the influence of alcohol, dancing was never her forte. She leans heavily on him when she loses her footing, which is often, and hiccups a laugh as they try to regain their balance.

“I swear, you’ll be fine.” Mako grins uncharacteristically large while they rock back and forth, intoxication apparent in his motions as well. “Ready?”

“No,” she laughs, tilting her head back, “but I guess we’re doing it anyway!”

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I have been dying to get to this theme, because it is so perfect for them. But I took it in a little bit of a different direction that what would be expected. AND I HAD FUN WRITING THIS. SO YAY.

Rating: T (it’s close to hitting M though…)

Summary: Mixed signals can lead to a lot of… well, unintended desires. 

“Geez, I’m stuffed!” Korra sat back in her chair with posture that was not very appropriate for a woman. She was Korra though, and she did what she wanted.

“Me too,” I sighed, trying to ignore the uneasiness in my stomach. Throwing up on the table would not make for a very romantic date. It wasn’t just the food though that was making me nauseous; it was her.

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“I’m coming out, and you better not laugh!” Korra called through the door.

Mako rolled his eyes. “Of course I’m not going to laugh. I’ve seen you dressed up before.”

“Not with make-up and everything! Asami went crazy.”

He chuckled. “I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

“I can hear you laughing already! I don’t trust you!” 

He fought to keep a straight face. “I was laughing at Asami,” he tried, “Not you.”

“Liar.”

“Okay, fine. I was laughing at you. But only because you’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m not being ridiculous.”

Mako could picture her childlike pout on the other side of the door. “You are, but that’s not the point. Get out here, or we’re going to be late.”

“I’m the Avatar. They’ll wait for me.”

He wanted to pound his head against the wall. “They might, but that’s no way to greet the delegation from the Fire Islands.”

She groaned. “Fine. Remember, you promised.”

“Cross my heart. Now open the door.” 

He could hear her inhale deeply, then watched the doorknob turn. 

She stepped through, and he was not laughing. 

He gaped at her - it was true he’d never seen her with make-up, and while he liked her natural beauty, Asami did something to her to enhance it. Her eyes looked brighter, her lips fuller, her skin softer. 

“Korra,” he breathed, “You look beautiful.”

She smiled shyly as a blush painted her cheeks. “Thanks. My face feels heavy.”

He stroked her cheek, tucking a stray tendril of hair behind her ear. “Your face looks beautiful.”

She stuck her tongue at him, and he laughed.

She pointed at his face triumphantly, declaring, “See! I knew you would laugh!”

He kissed her forehead.

“You’re ridiculous. Now, let’s go.” 

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Compilation

A/N: Written a day late, but whatever.  :P  Just a little drabble-thingy for Makorra Month.

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The black thing (shadow, creature, spirit—Mako didn’t know what to call it) tore off into the night, wind howling behind it.  Mako turned and read the stubborn set of Korra’s shoulders and knew, before she spoke, what she was going to do.

“There are people down there,” she voiced.

“Korra—” he grabbed her wrist, hating himself for holding her back, needing her to stay.  “You don’t have to go alone.”

She looked at the tents, looked at the town, looked at him.  The snow crunched as she slid her hand out of his grasp, her boots backing away from him.

“Yes,” she said, the word pained but with a ring of finality, “I do.”

She stepped forward, rising on her toes to kiss him briefly, but pulled back before he could hold her there.  Mako knew he wouldn’t be able to even if he tried.

Korra took off running down the hill, her eyes on some distant focus point in the horizon—some lumbering, black blob.

Mako closed his eyes and counted to ten, unfurling each of his frozen, clenched fingers.

He wished he’d been selfish enough to ask her to stay.

Summary: Makorra Month Prompt: Trust

Mako asks Korra an important question.

Rating: T

Pairing: Makorra

“Do you trust me?”

Four words. Four little words.

That meant a million.

Do you trust me with your safety? Your heart? Your love?

Do you trust me to be there when you fall? Do you trust me to love you in your darkest days? To love you when your flaws are showing? To love you even when you drive me crazy? Will you trust my word? My decisions? Do you trust me?

“Yes. I do.” Her voice shook slightly, her mouth hardening in response. By the look he was giving her, it seemed he was churning her words in his mind, mulling them over slowly and thoroughly.

Trust was a precious thing. Something all relationships needed in order to survive. Something that could break- never bend- so easily. Like a twig, a weighted boot always looming over it. Step, and it splits.

“You do..” He spoke, his eyes snapping back to reality. “So. I can do this?” He raises a gloved hand, his fingers wiggling from the black fabric. He pulls the open fingered glove from his hand, leaning forward to rest his bare palm on her cheek, his eyes watching, as if from afar.

“No. Stop touching me.” Mako flinched back, frowning slightly.

“Sor-“

“I was kidding, stupid.” Korra cracked up slightly, causing a smile to break across Mako’s face for an instant. “You can touch my face, sure..”

 She had never been touched like this before. It was all new. The romance, the love, the strange way she sometimes found herself glance at him and never look back. Sometimes.. New was good. Trust was good.

“I trust you, big boy.” Mako rolled his eyes at the nickname, although from the playful smile, she could tell he was amused. “Stop acting all reserved.” She nudged him lightly, “I know you just want to gush.”

Mako laughed, placing his arms around her, “You sure are annoying today.”

“Annoying, huh?”

“No. Desirable.” He raises his eyebrows, and lunged at her throat, nipping softly.

“Eck! Get off, you slob.” Mako withdrew, his smiling confidently, “Wipe that smirk off your face. If you had just been the cool guy I knew you to be, I wouldn’t be in this position.”

Mako’s smile dropped, “You trust me, right?”

“Yeah..” Korra’s eyebrow shot upward, “What’re you-“

“Nothing. I’m just glad to hear it.”

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“Do you trust me?” He asked, his eyes glassing over.

 He wanted her to. More than anything. He wasn’t expecting anything. He wasn’t giving himself false hope. Do you trust me? It was such an innocent question. But after everything that had happened- with Asami, with Bolin, with her. He wasn’t sure anymore. He knew she loved him. But that wasn’t enough. He wanted trust. Without it- their relationship would decay- he would be lost. They would be lost. He needed her to trust him. And not just because it would mean they were safe. He wanted her to trust him when he said he was okay- or trust to doubt him when he was lying. To trust his judgment- to trust him when he crawled into her bed for comfort, to trust his eyes, his mouth, his hands. He wanted her to trust everything about him, even his cracks. He wanted to trust her. To trust her to tell him he was wrong. To tell him he was being ridiculous, to tell him the truth. He wanted to trust her eyes.

“Yes.. I do..” Her voice shook. That was the first thing he noticed. Yes. She trusted him.

Somehow, that came as a relief.

He could trust her as well. And she could trust him. She knew it. She trusted him with keeping their relationship intact, no cheating, no kissing any other woman, no flirting, no getting drunk in a bar and hitting on the nearest woman. None of those he could do. And that didn’t bother him one bit.

“You do..” His mouth twitched upward a moment.