Korra's One Shot Wonders!

[Avatar Korra]

So, as some of you might know, I write one shots on Tumblr (as a thanks for all of my followers!), and I'm going to post them here for posterity. I'll add more as I get more requests.

Makorra One Shot

For: kendizzy, ewara332
Topic: Makorra!
Words: 618

As the night raged on over Battle Arena, Avatar Korra was heavily engaged with her training - the tournament drew nearer by the minute. She had already roared onward for countless hours, striving to perfect her waterbending form for the upcoming pro-bending battles ahead, and yet, she found her form to be off, terribly off. She couldn’t help but feel as though she was being watched.

And observed she was by none other than Mako, breathlessly peering from the hallway. He had been intently gazing at her since the moment she had come into the gym. He was transfixed by her form, the very stance she stood in, the way she brushed back her hair when it would obscure her vision. He would never admit that he truly found her attractive… at least not now.

Aggravated, Korra lowered her posture and ceased bending the column of water she had been attentively training. She snapped her eyes to Mako, nearly startled by the intense stare she was met with.
“You’re totally messing me up,” she barked, huffing as her arms crossed. “How long have you been standing there?”

Stepping into the gym, Mako shuffled toward her, his demeanor unchanged. “Long enough,” he retaliated, shrugging. “I’m just… ensuring that you’ve got the right stuff for this team. The tournament’s no joke, kid.”

She raised but a brow. “Kid?” she inquired, stepping forward in his direction. Her eyes narrowed in a glare. “Pardon, but I’m not a kid. I’m the Avatar. You’re lucky to have the hundreds of lifetimes of experience in me.”

Mako cracked a smirk across his face. “You’re…improving,” he quipped, adding a chuckle. “Keep it up, and you just might be half as good as me one day.”

The Avatar paralleled his smug smile, her body now just inches from that of his own. “And how would I be able to mimic such great esteem as yours, my liege?” Korra jested, curtsying before him.

“Well now, let’s see what we’ve got here,” Mako remarked, moving to her body. His hands took to adjusting her form, her body tensing as his warm hands brushed against her skin. She fought back the blush that took to her cheeks.

“Relax, will ya?” he advised, his voice soft. “You’re more tense than a komodo rhino about to charge. You have to detach yourself, ready to strike or defend at all times.” Mako’s hands swept to her shoulders, his heated grip didn’t fail to loosen her tense posture. He leaned into her ear, whispering, “You never know what’s going to happen next.”
The two lingered there before their bodies parted, and the firebender lightly sauntered back into the direction he had came. “It’s getting late,” he declared, marching off in an even stride.

He suddenly paused as he swerved around to face her once more, his red eyes meeting with her blue. His pressing facade dropped as he offered her a genuine smile. He added, “You don’t come around here as often as you used to.”

“Yeah,” she admitted, feeling her face heating in a blush. “Tenzin’s been relentless with all the airbending training lately. Avatar duties and whatnot. But,” she paused, interrupting her statement with a snicker, “I can see what I can do.”

The benders locked eyes, grinning at one another, a silent treasuring of each other’s presence before one another. He all but nodded, his smile still attached. “I’d like that,” he replied before taking his leave once again.

Mako found himself alone once again in the corridors, a rosiness pinned to his face. He would never admit that he saw the world in her eyes, how weak at the knees she made him feel… at least not now.

The End

[Avatar Korra]

lunadonna's One Shot

For: lunadonna
About: Bolin and Mako’s brotherhood during their childhood years
Words: 620

Morning had barely broken over the skyline of Republic City, and already, every facet of the metropolis was bathed in its sunlight. There were those areas, however, where shadow sheathed the city’s unwanted, the destitute and unfortunate, and the beggarly slums were always dark and dank, even at the peek of day. It was the sort of atmosphere that only the most desperate sought solace, and it was here that Bolin had happened to fall asleep.

The nine year old boy, beggar by day and famished by night, dreamt away of loftier times, of days when a roof stood over his head, meals that left him pleasantly full, and endless memories of his parents. But those times were gone, and the musty blackness of the slums were where he was doomed to reside.

Ever vigilantly watching over Bolin was his older brother, Mako, just two years his senior. He had not slept for days, in what seemed like an eternity. He lived in constant fear of other vagrants stealing what few possession they still had while he was at his most vulnerable. Truly, he had forgotten what living as a carefree child was like. And so Mako attentively sat beside his brother - always watching, always waiting, always protecting.

Finally, Bolin stirred, reluctant to emerge from his slumber. Mako’s tenacious vigil was broken, his demeanor instantaneously melting as he switched his attention to his younger brother. He cracked a smile in the darkness.

“Bo,” Mako called to his kin, jostling him in hopes of rousing him to full consciousness. “Hey. Hey, Bolin. Wake up.”

The younger child groaned, rolling over. His eyes were still sealed in an attempt to sleep for just a few more fleeting moments, but the pangs of ravenousness prevented him from dozing off once more.

“I’m hungry,” Bolin grumbled, voicing his discomfort. His eyes slowly pried open to reveal Mako compassionately perched beside him.

The older of the two met his brother with a chuckle, knowing that their morning ahead would be spent scavenging for something to eat. It was a miserable routine to adhere to.

“You and I both,” Mako jested, adding just a touch of levity. “So, what’ll it be this morning? Bread or bread?”

Bolin huffed at his brother’s word, realizing the unfortunate truth of the situation. He finally withdrew from his sleeping position to seat himself beside his brother before plopping his head onto Mako’s shoulder.
“Y’know what I could go for?” Bolin groused. “Leechi nuts. Lots of leechi nuts. A whole mountain of ‘em, too.”

Mako’s smile widened, always amused by his brother’s words. He threw an arm around Bolin’s shoulders.

“Know what I can go for?” Mako declared, licking his lips. “A whole feast, a huge one. With a spread of food as far as you can see.”
He reassuringly tightened his grip on Bolin, adding, “One day, we’ll have all of that, Bo. We’ll be so full of food that we’ll be sick to our stomaches. Got it?”

Bolin’s grin spread from ear to ear as he nodded in accordance. “Promise?” he inquired, a glow of light reflecting in his wide eyes.
Mako’s beaming face paralleled his brother. “Yeah,” he assured. “Yeah. I promise.”

The older boy rose to his feet before offering his brother a hand. It was time to relieve the emptiness of their bellies. “But first,” he remarked, aiding the child to his feet, “let’s get some breakfast, huh?”

Bolin nodded as Mako placed his arms around him once more. The two brothers strode off into the darkness of the slums, hoping to find a speck of hope (and perhaps some food) in the welcoming light of morning. They didn’t need much else, just each other’s company.

The End