We had this bad thunder storm a couple days ago (as in a lot of lightning and really REALLY bad thunder and not much rain. A few showers and one really bad downpour somewhere in the middle) and I got this idea.
Also, this is me making up for not having a PEAF fic this week.
It was late at night, and it had started to storm. Badly. The thunder was obnoxiously loud and had woken up Mako. Now, he didn’t mind thunder. He liked it. Except when it woke him up in the middle of the night.
He had never been much of a deep sleeper since he had to protect Bolin when they were kids. It never really gave him the choice of sleeping that well because he had to keep alert.
With an annoyed grunt, he covered his head with his pillow, trying to block out the noise and go back to sleep. He had little success and after about fifteen minutes he removed the pillow and settled for staring at the ceiling while the thunder boomed outside.
Summary: Bolin and Asami are roped into slow dancing at Mako and Korra’s wedding, and neither mind very much. A kind-of continuation of that Makorra wedding fic mess that I keep talking about.
Pairing: Bosami and background Makorra
Notes: MY WEDDING PRESENT TO YSSA!! Lol um…this…isn’t the best ughhh I don’t know what this is even WHATEVER I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!
“How’s your nose?”
Bolin shrugged, slipping his hand around Asami’s waist. He had lost track of how many dances he had with her by then. “Alright. Why?”
“It’s bright red,” she giggled, placing her hand in his.
He smiled. “I match your new bouquet, then. By the way, did I mention you look radiant this fine evening?”
“Ah,” he said, sighing, taking a grand step backwards as the song started. “Silly me. Might as well mention it again.”
“Happy Birthday Toph!” Sokka exclaims
Toph frowns before rolling her sightless eyes. “…it sounds like a piece of paper. But once again, I guess you’re referring to what’s on the paper? Geez, Snoozles, You’d think by now you’d remember by now.”
His smile grows, unseen by her. “I…
Makorra Prompt: Kiss me slowly
Korra laughed as Mako kept dropping small quick kisses all over her face. She tried to wiggle free, but Mako only held on tighter.
“No. You’re not getting away.” Korra giggled.
“Mmm. I guess I’m okay with that.” She wrapped her…
Korra bounced and twitched the first time Mako tried to hold her by the waist
“Heyyyyyyy!” She managed to get out while laughing
“Why Avatar Korra, are you ticklish?!” Mako asked with a surprised look on his face
“Whaaaaat?” Korra said awkwardly and in an unnecessarily high pitch “Me? ticklish, the Avatar is never ticklish, that’s impossible!”
“Whatever you say” the firebender said with a skeptical look
For months after that incident Mako would sneak up behind Korra and poke her side, in which she would let out a spasm and a shriek of laughter, and later a puff of air Mako’s way as a warning.
One day, when Korra was sleeping Mako snuck up on her and began to attack with tickles on her stomach
In the midst of her laughter her eyes began to glow and Mako began to regret his decision.
“Mako you have defied your Avatar!” The mixture of her past lives told him
“We demand you to not go about this act ever again!” Korra look terrifying with all the power in the world, and all this over tickling he thought
She was quickly released from the Avatar state to find a condescending Mako
“Was that really necessary?”
“Defense mechanism remember?” She shouted as she walked away
AHA was that really necessary? XD
GUYS ISN’T IT HILARIOUS I WROTE ABOUT KORRA ABUSING THE AVATAR STATE AND THAT’S THE MAIN ISSUE FOR BOOK TWO WAT
Korra clutched the book to her chest as she ran to Mako’s room in Air Temple Island. She can finally shove to Mako’s face that she can actually finish reading a book.
Shoving the door open, Korra exclaimed, “Mako! The book-“
Her words stopped at the sight of the most beautiful back she had ever seen in her lifetime. There he was, standing in the middle of the room, clad only in that towel that hung lowly on his waist, with all his backside-view glory visible to her very eyes.
Well, she’d admit that she’d seen Mako’s back for more than a few times but those were mostly on training sessions and stuff. Besides, this version was very different.
With those sinful droplets of water sliding down his back, Korra couldn’t help but drool at the sight. And that smell. That smell that was soap and man.
The firebender finally turned, his hands still clutched the towel on his head. “Korra-” Suddenly, he felt Korra crush her lips against his and the muscles on his stomach bunched up when she trailed her fingertips along it.
When they broke off and she finally let him breathe, Mako mumbled, “Korra… You were talking about a book…”
With half-lidded eyes, Korra only stared at Mako’s lean frame. “What book?”
Mako laughed before devouring his girlfriend’s lips again.
“The sun is evil. Turn it off,” Korra demanded, pulling the blanket over her head. She felt Mako leave their bed some time ago, although she wasn’t certain how long ago that actually was. For all she knew, he could have gotten up hours ago when the sun rose, as firebenders were…
Summary: Mako is wanting to ask Korra something, but can he get his courage up?
Rating: K+? *still lost to rating system*
Point of View: Mako
Word Count: 1,042
Author’s Note: (HAH. This is so far from drabble size it’s pathetic. Oh well.) As soon as I saw silver I knew exactly what had to be the item that was silver. A silver wedding band. This is to all you Makorra shippers out there, as I’m not a major shipper of Makorra but end up writing it anyways. :D
I finger the small velvet box in my pocket once more just to make sure it’s there.
“Mako you need to calm down. You’ve already to checked to see if you had it like thirty times today and I’m not exaggerating, bro.” I sigh, knowing Bolin is right. His strong arm wraps around my shoulder, giving me a tight squeeze.
“Why do you always get to call me Team Captain or City Boy?”
Korra seemed baffled, it’s been months she’s been calling him these nicknames, he never had a problem before
“Well in my defense you are our Team Captain, and a City Boy!” She said defnsively
“No why don’t I have any nicknames for you?” Mako seemed concerned now, Korra tried to console him
“I mean if you want you can start giving me nicknames” she said after giving him a light kiss on the cheek
“My platypus bear?”
“So I’m fat?!”
“My sugar dumpling!”
“Food? Bolin gave you that one!”
“I don’t think you’re even trying anymore”
One day at pro bending practice Mako and Korra thought of a new move to use against the Wolfbats and Bolin made a remark
“Okay Mr. and Mrs. Hat Trick stop showing off!”
Mrs.Hat Trick seemed to stick.
prompt: “Well, would you look at this?”—sent by whisperedtouches
summary: Korra’s pregnant. Bolin finds the test.
pairing: Makorra, Borra friendship
notes: written in first person Korra’s POV and the end is first person Bolin’s POV
“Well, would you look at this.”
Shit cock motherfucking ass tits balls—
“—This wouldn’t happen to be a—“
—holy shit fuck stop now please oh my god this is ass
“—pregnancy test, now would it?”
Well, fuck me.
He already did. Obviously.
Perfection is writing within each letter <3