#equalistkorra

[valkerymillenia]

What happened to equalist-korra? I hope everything is ok.

[equalistmako]

[Random M!A Drabble 2]

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Title: Betrayal Rating: T Pairing: Equalist!Makorra Genre: AU, aangst _____________________

He sighed as he stumbled through the door to his shoddy apartment, tossing his jacket and scarf onto the coatrack beside him. 

It had been yet another grueling day at the Power Plant. It was exhausting work, generating lightning for extended periods of time, but it paid the bills; therefore, he had no reason to complain. 

A good meal and a nice, long shower always helped to relieve him after a particularly strenuous day. 

He tugged off his shirt and threw it into the hamper as he walked towards the kitchen. He didn't have much food in his apartment, but he was fairly good at improvising. Maybe he'd find--

"You should really start locking your door..." 

He jumped back in surprise, eliciting a laugh from the person sitting at his table. 

"... what are you doing here, Korra?" he grumbled out as he composed himself, walking over to his pantry.

"Is that any way to greet an old friend, Mako?" she asked, the smirk on her face remaining unfaltering. 

"Not when said "friend" is only here to recruit me back into the Equalists." he said bluntly, not turning his attention away from his limited supply of food. 

"To-may-to, to-mah-to. You say recruiting, I say bringing you back to your senses..." she drawled. 

He shook his head.

"Korra, I'm not an Equalist any longer," he said quietly, sighing, "nothing you say or do will change that. When will you accept that?" 

She was suddenly behind him, wrapping her arms around his bare torso from behind. He shuddered slightly as her nails lightly scraped along his defined muscles. He could feel her warm breath on his back as her lips grazed his skin. She was driving him crazy-- and she knew it.

"Are you sure there's nothing I can do to change your mind?" she asked huskily, peppering his back lightly with kisses. 

"Korra..." he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. 

"What?" she asked, her smirk evident through her tone. 

Her hands slipped into his pants and he jerked in surprise, rice spilling out of the bag in his hand and onto the floor. 

"Nice going, City Boy. You're really-- Oooh!"

He spun around and caught her off-guard, picking her up and sitting her on top of his counter. He held her hands down against the countertop with his own and stared straight into her wide blue eyes.

"Stop with the manipulative ... touching..." he said, clenching his jaw, "I made my decision and I'm not changing my mind. You also made it pretty clear that, if I left the Equalists, I was leaving you, too. So why are you doing this?"

She craned her neck so their faces were barely an inch apart. Her lips parted slightly as her deep blue eyes stared straight into his amber ones. Their breath mingled in the limited space between them. 

"I'm not manipulating you, Mako..." she quietly breathed out, "and I was wrong when I said that. I don't consider us over, and I know you don't consider us over either. I miss you... can you honestly blame me for wanting you back?"

He knew she was lying. She always lied whenever she was trying to get her way. But he could feel his resolve slipping as her lower lip popped out and she pouted up at him. He was quickly getting lost in her gaze; he couldn't quite remember exactly why he was trying to resist her. 

Her tongue darting out to wet her lips was his undoing. 

He let go of her hands and leaned in to capture those lips in a bruising kiss. Her hands tangled in his hair and her legs wrapped around his waist as she pulled him flush against her. He cupped her face in his hands and she yelped slightly as static from his touch shocked her skin. He kissed her cheek in apology and trailed his kisses down to her neck.

He felt light-headed. He was intoxicated by her smell, her taste, her everything. Of all the things he missed about the Equalists, Korra was at the top of that list. Maybe going back wouldn't be so bad. Especially not if it meant more of this...

But...

He'd left The Equalists for a reason. 

He wasn't going to let her rope him back into a Cause he no longer believed in, simply because he missed her. He was stronger than that.

He also knew he couldn't go back now. Not as a Bender. He wouldn't exactly receive a warm welcome.

He pulled away from her, backing up until he was against the opposite wall-- as far away from her as possible. 

"Mako--"

"I can't... do this..." he said, still breathing heavily.

"You can't or you won't?" 

"... both." he whispered.

She groaned and hopped off of the counter, crossing the room until she was standing right in front of him. 

"You know what? You're an idiot, but..." she trailed off, looking unsure of herself for a second, "you're an idiot that I love."

She looked back up into his eyes, hurt shimmering in her own. 

"And I just don't understand... why you can't seem to love me back." 

His heart plummeted at her words. 

"Korra, of course I lov--" 

"Shut up!" she screamed, stomping her foot, "Just shut up! I can't take this any longer."

She ran her hands over her face and looked down at her feet. 

"Why am I never good enough for you?" she asked quietly, her voice thick with unshed tears. 

"Korra, you're--" 

"-- what is it that I'm lacking? Why am I not enough for you to want to stick around?" 

The air around them was tense. He knew this had to come up at some point. It had been the elephant in the room for quite some time now.

He'd abandoned her and Bolin when he'd joined the Equalists. She still held a grudge against him for that-- she'd just kept it bottled up. He'd then left them both a second time when he'd quit the Equalists. He never meant it as a personal slight -- his leaving had everything to do with his own personal demons and nothing to do with Korra or Bolin... but he could see how it could be taken that way. 

"Korra... I--"

"What's wrong with your boot?" she suddenly asked.

"My ... my boot? ...What?" he asked, looking down at his boot, perplexed.

"It looks ... burnt? What'd you do?" 

"Korra, is this really the time?" he asked, exasperated. 

"But, that's a new boot, isn't it?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah... I bought them about a week ago because my old pair was useless... but I don't see why-- " 

"-- your boots always used to look like that when you worked at the Power Plant," she said stiffly, "and ... you always would... shock me on accident after a long day of work. You'd also... always get back home at around . . . this time at night..."

"Korra?" 

"You're a Bender again, aren't you?" she spat out, disgust coating her tone. 

He was silent.

"Answer the question or so help me..."

"Yes."

She backed away from him, shaking her head. 

"You're the enemy now, you realize that, right?" she said, tensing her jaw as she tried to appear unaffected by her words. 

He stared at her levelly. 

"You also realize," she continued through clenched teeth, "you're not just a deserter now, but you're a traitor, too..."

He crossed his arms over his chest. 

"I'm aware," he said stiffly.

"So... you've gone completely rogue on us?" she asked, swallowing thickly.

He took a deep breath and walked over to the table, picking up her coat and handing it over to her. 

"I think you should leave." he said, trying to keep his voice from wavering. 

Her eyes hardened and she grabbed her coat from his hand, turning to walk towards his front door. 

"I hope it's worth it," she said has her fingers wrapped around the doorknob, "I hope it's all worth it, Mako." 

He wanted to run after her and admit he was wrong-- that it wasn't worth it. He wanted grab her around the waist, profess his feelings for her, and promise to never let go. He wanted to pack up his things and leave with her. He wanted to be with her. 

But instead, he stood with his feet firmly planted on the ground and watched as she walked out of his door and out of his life. 

"You should really start locking your door..." he heard her say as the door slammed shut. 

The same words she'd jokingly said to him earlier-- except this time it sounded like a warning. 

He ran his hands over his face and plopped down onto the chair behind him. 

He had already been exhausted both mentally and physically

... but he now felt exhausted emotionally. 

And it wasn't the kind of exhaustion a meal or a shower could relieve.

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[itsallanoxymoron]

they scooped you up on sugar maple wings [an Amorra fanfiction]

Written as: itsallanoxymoron

Prompt—Amon and Korra. Equalist!Korra helps teach classes on how to perfect chi-blocking pertaining to each specific element: earth, fire, and water. Amon revels at turning a brash, hot-headed girl into an inspiring teacher and passionate lover.

A note from the author ~please be aware that these updates, like most everything I write, will be spastic; you may submit prompts by reviewing; this is my OTP; I am writing a multi-chapter fanfiction for this pairing~

FanFiction

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 they scooped you up on sugar maple wings

“Hello, ladies and gentleman,” grins Avatar Korra somewhat easily, mockingly. “Welcome to Elemental Chi Blocking 101, my first class ever. Be prepared for the worst two hours of your life.” She steps down from the platform and walks through the ranks of the senior veterans. “I understand that some of you hate benders with a burning passion—and today, for two hours only, I ask you to forget that hate. Failure to do so may result in complete and total vulnerability in the battlefield.”

As she walks, she stares hardly into the faces of each person. They are dressed in their work out gear, completely free of their masks. Most know to keep their faces clean of any and all emotion during training, but others let their distaste and hatred for her shine in their eyes. But their leader claimed her to be worth something—and everyone suspected their relationship but no one dared speak of it—and who were they to doubt their doting leader? Two spirit-touched people were not such that you wanted to aggravate.

“I think we’ll start with something easy today, don’t you? I hope no one minds getting a bit wet.” Korra smirks.

^.^

Amon oversees the class from a long, rectangular window on the left wall. The instructor has split up the large group—Korra working with group A, C, and E. During this time her second, Kenji, perfects chi-blocking with ranks B, D, and F. It was an ingenious idea—and Amon is quite ashamed he didn’t come up with it himself—to perfect chi-blocking so that there were different styles which corresponded to each type of bending.

Things are going well, he thinks. Turning, Amon asks, “What’s for dinner, Lieutenant?”

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“Alright. Now that you all have separated, Kenji and I will demonstrate what we hope you all will be able to accomplish very soon.”

Kenji, her assistant instructor with jet black hair and startling blue eyes, steps up. Korra takes a waterbending stance, hands poised. With a simple flick of her wrist, the dance begins. She aims the shards of ice for his face at an astonishing speed, and Kenji merely ducks rather than jumping out of the way. (Benders will suspect that, Korra had told him. Duck, and it’s harder to retaliate, to bend the water backwards.) Korra bends water underneath his feet in an attempt to cause him to fall, similar to an illegal probending move. Within moments, Korra’s chi is being blocked by simple jabs—she is still in her stance.

To everyone’s surprise, the Avatar laughs and bumps fists with her second. Since when did the Avatar become so . . . friendly?

“Well done. He makes it look easy, though. Most waterbenders,” she states, “will be in a state of paranoia, frantically coming at you with everything they’ve got, which is their best moves and dirtiest tricks. Groups A, C, and E will be training with me on how to think like a waterbender. The rest of you will be with Kenji for a lesson on anticipating waterbending moves. Tomorrow, you will switch instructors. That is all.”

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Kenji and Korra each take two other people to help instruct, respectively. “Today,” barks Kenji, never one for stalling or petty words to liven spirits—always down to business, “you will familiarize yourselves with the most fundamental of waterbending moves. You will each get copies of authentic waterbending scrolls. I want you to practice them. Each of you should be able to find adequate places to block the bender’s chi—remember what you learned in from your first chi-blocking lessons—but these places depend on the stature. Partner up—one of you will present a stance, but the other shall try to block their ‘bending’. Begin.”

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“Okay, boys and girls,” Korra grins. “Playtime.”

Korra has the veterans in a large circle, leaving her in the middle. The large basin next to her is filled with cool water, and it sings for her. She has every student mimic her movements, calls out every imperfection she finds—which isn’t much. They were not of the highest rank for simply no good reason at all.

“You, Iskah,”—the girl straightens, perfects the stance—“loosen your shoulders.” And then she speaks to the group as a whole: “You must all let your emotions flow—like water. You must do this even if it is painful, even if it is the last thing that you want.

“And then,” she whispers—in awe, in reverence, in respect, “you will finally be free.”

^.^

“For the last thirty minutes of your time in hell”—a few people grin, disagreeing—“you may challenge me.”

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Round after round of different names, faces, tactics. Korra bests most of them, though she commends every single person who accepts the challenge. Whenever she accidentally uses another element—usually firebending, because the waterbending styles are closer to that—she apologizes and the round restarts.

At the end of class, Korra says, “Very good today, ladies and gentleman. I will see you all again tomorrow at 0900.” Some people groan and Korra just smirks in her “deal with it” manner. “You are dismissed. Head to your next block, soldiers.”

As the crowd exists, Korra goes over to where her water is stationed—next to the platform which she started the beginning of class on. Amon stands next to it, half cloaked in shadows. He dons it with ease, same as which he has over the mask.

“So?” she asks him, taking a sip. “What did you think? Was I too harsh, too overbearing?”

He could answer with: You’re perfect, which would be the customary response from a lover. But Korra values his honesty, and so that is what he gives. “You are not the mediocre teacher I had expected. You humor the class, putting them at ease, while simultaneously being hard-pressed to affect, giving you their guarantee of utmost effort. Have you done this before?”

“Almost like you,” she murmurs. And then, louder, “But no, this is my first time. Perhaps Aang took some pointers from Fire Princess Azula before she went crazy, though.” Korra winks. “Or maybe I’m just a natural?” She lets the question hang.

He chuckles.

^.^

“You know what I think? I think,” Korra snuggles closer into him, “that they should be taught while they’re novices, you know? Sort them out by their personality traits—have all the hotheaded ones perfected in chi-blocking firebenders and stuff.” She shrugs, and yawns sleepily. “It’s just a thought.”

[equalistmako]

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[ironinkpen]

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We're like a bunch of overexcited children XD

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[rozlux]

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[ironinkpen]

Legend of Korra, "Breaking and Fixing"

Summary: I was inspired by this post to play around with some Equalist!Makorra! So exequalistmako and equalistkorra were my unwilling muses for this one~!

Rating: T

Pairing: Equalist!Makorra

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She didn’t know how she ended up sitting next to him.

She was supposed to be angry- horrifically so. She was supposed to want to bash his head in or yell at him or at least beat him into submission.

But she wasn’t.

Dropping to the floor next to him was unplanned. Yet, there was still that little part of her that trusted Mako wouldn’t hurt her. That little part that still held hope for the boy she loved.

“Korra…” His voice sliced through the dead air first, and she caught herself sparing him a glance.

“Save it.” She snapped halfheartedly, much too tired to argue with him. She didn’t know her purpose in following him- it was her duty to capture him for Amon, but she didn’t want to. Her brain was cloudy with the remnants of old affection, and even her attacks were weak as they clashed. She couldn’t bring it in herself to hurt him, even after all he had done to her.

Pain drew his eyebrows together as he spoke again.

 “What happens when the thing that breaks you…” He paused, licking his lips in that enticing way of his that had Korra leaning in a bit. “…Is the only thing that can fix you?”

She stopped just a few inches away from his face, exhaling slowly. She knew the answer to that question- it was a mystery that had been too relevant in her life lately to go unsolved. When she finally realized the truth, she learned just how screwed she was.

“You fall in love with it…” She muttered quietly as she turned away, her voice echoing off the cave walls. She tucked her knees up to her chest, staring out at the darkness as if hoping to find a distraction. There was none, though- his presence was as imposing as ever, and she found herself fighting to keep her body in check. Oh, how she wanted to just throw herself into that strong chest of his…

“…Hopelessly.” He whispered and her heart crawled into her throat.

“…Aimlessly.” She agreed, leaning her head back on the stone.

“…Despairingly.” His eyes were on her now, but she couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze. Just as he had said earlier, he was the one that both broke her and fixed her. If she saw those gold eyes now, she would crumble, leaving him with the choice to pick up the pieces.

She didn’t know if she wanted to give him that choice.

“…Recklessly.” She smiled faintly to herself, reveling in sensation of the word on her lips. It wasn’t every day that she admitted she was an idiot, but idiocy was all this dumb decision of hers could be. It was just like her to jump headfirst into a situation without any thought. She tumbled into this painful love without a way out.

“…Foolishly.” He mumbled, his voice soft and meaningful. She swallowed thickly again, absently flicking a nearby stone.

“…Imprudently.” She finally murmured, turning her head towards him. Through the darkness, she could see amber eyes and cracked florescent green goggles. His orbs held something utterly terrifying- terrifying in the sense that she wanted it there, even when she wasn’t supposed to.

There was silence as he moved closer to her, his heat mingling with hers in the small space between them.

“Mako…” She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to quell the instinct that told her to kiss him. Her sanity was slowly vanishing because of the proximity, but the rational part of her brain was reminding her that anyone could find them- be it the Equalists or the Metalbending police. She shouldn’t stay here, especially not with him.

“…Korra.” He sighed, his fingers finding hers. Her breathing hitched, and she found herself clinging to his hand with a sort of unexplainable desperation.

“We…” She worried at her bottom lip, eyelids fluttering as gold clashed with blue. He was close now- too close. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to pull away. “We can’t keep doing this to ourselves.”

“Who’s going to stop us?” He asked, a bitter, yet daring edge in his voice. His lips were nearly brushing hers now, their movements tickling her skin and making her knees weak. It occurred to her for a second how very stupid she was. He was the enemy- Amon had said so. And, yet…

She was in love with him.

She couldn’t capture him.

“I don’t know…” She admitted feverishly, her palms smoothing over his pectorals and her lids growing heavy. “Because I sure as hell can’t.”

With that, she pulled him in, crashing against him with an unexplainable fervor. She was stupid- so, so stupid for breaking first. For cracking under his pressure. For surrendering everything just to appease her aching heart.

But, when his arms circled her, drawing her towards his comforting warmth, she couldn’t help but find the truth in his previous statement.

Though he broke her, he also fixed her.

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[equalistmako]

Korra scuffed her feet towards her boyfriend, never feeling this... vulnerable around him before. "Hey" She spoke softly, gaze directed at the ground, not wanting anyone to see the uncertainty in her eyes. "I heard what you said before... do you really feel that way.... about what you said about .. love?" She finally broke her hold and lifted her eyes to to his, swallowing back a lump in her throat. Spirits, she hoped he didn't hear her ribcage cracking from the uncontainable thump in her chest.

He resisted the urge to groan. He was trying to crush the Anon's hopes-- not Korra's. She wasn't meant to hear any of that.

"Did I stutter?" Mako snapped defensively, crossing his arms over his chest. He was determined to avoid eye-contact with her until she dropped it. 

She was abnormally quiet.

The seconds ticked by and neither one of them said a word. The silence was deafening. 

Finally, he cracked and turned to look down at her. His heart clenched in his chest.

She looked so ... broken. Vulnerable. 

Every fiber of his being cried out for him to move forward and embrace her-- to tell her he didn't mean it...  but the proud part of him was stronger. The proud part of him kept his feet firmly planted on the ground and his arms crossed in front of his chest. The proud part of him stomped the apology into dust before it even had a chance to form on his lips.

What came out of his mouth instead made his stomach churn in disgust.

"Of course I meant it," he grumbled hatefully, "you're only proving my point right now. Look at you-- you're usually stronger than this. Your 'love' for me has done nothing except make you weak, Korra."

He narrowed his eyes.

"And that's just pathetic."