This was a draft I never got the motivation to finish, so I'll just post it like this
Mako and Bolin headcannons
I need more Mako and Bolin content, I've found barely anything on these adorable brothers and I need more so Ima just put some of my headcannons for em here
Mako
Lee:
Okay so like this man is so ticklish, like a 9/10 (Totally not because stoic men breaking down into a pile of giggles is ADORABLE)
Bolin, being his brother, knows this and uses it against him when Mako is in a sour mood
His ribs and underarms will get him cackling, sides and thighs are probably a good middle spot, and his neck and stomach will get really sweet giggles
Bro is a squirmer, this man has to be pinned down or you may get a knee to the stomach
He's just adorable okay? Like afterward he'd curl up still giggling and saying no
Korra finds out by walking in on Bolin wrecking Mako (probably because she heard Mako screaming) and is like "No way- Mako is ticklish?!", from then on Mako wasn't safe 😆
Oh yeah that's another thing bro is yelling and acting like he's being murdered when you've barely started lmao, he can't handle it at all
Korra wrecked him a lot during their relationship, she was ruthless about it too, she doesn't strike me as the person to be gentle lol, she would tease him and dig into his ribs, poor guy would die (She probably still does every so often even after the relationship anyway)
Teasing KILLS him, bro will be a tomato within a minute of being teased. Teasing in general kills him but if you throw in baby talk or call him cute he will just die on the spot. Anticipation also kills him, he can't stand the anxious feeling and giggles building up
Bolin knowing how much it affects him won't do it too often but if he gets particularly cocky he'll bring his confidence down a peg
He takes a while to recover from being teased, he'll be so embarrassed and flushed that he won't be able to look at you until he is at least not red anymore
His laughter and giggles are addictive cuz you don't get to hear them often so when you tickle him it's like "Omg I can just make him do that?? It's been this easy the whole time???"
Make sure to get this man a glass of water or something after, poor dudes been yelling and flailing around the whole time he's definitely tired himself out
Ler:
He definitely doesn't initiate it very often cuz he sees it as childish but he can't stand to see Bolin sad so you bet he's gonna tickle him to cheer him up
He's also the older sibling so like ofc he's gonna know how to be a good tickle monster, he knows the techniques to cause anticipation, what commonly works best on different spots, like bro if he's after you start praying cuz you are dead lmao
He definitely would be too embarrassed to do it in front of people so he'd make sure he's alone with whoever he's about to tickle
Teasing? Average teases such as "Oh, not here?" Or "Stop what? I'm not doing anything"
He's definitely tried to get Korra back but she's strong so she usually ends up pinning him down instead
This man is scary like he's 6'2 bro looks down on you, that's intimidating
He's definitely willing to put up a chase, if you run he's following and then dragging you somewhere people won't bother you guys
He likes to give rough tickles, he'll give gentle tickles if the lee is getting tired out too quickly
He falls for Bolin antagonizing him every so often and will wreck him for it.
Bolin
Lee:
This man is such a lee dude, he loves being tickled and he wouldn't try very hard to hide it at all
He would be giggling up a storm before you even touch him and would try and run away, if that fails he just starts babbling "please" and "nonononono-"
He is so cute, I don't think he'd put up much of a fight other than some pleading he doesn't mean, he wouldn't say stop just tell you to move spots if it gets really bad
He's bad on his stomach and sides, get him there and you'll get deep belly laughs and he'll get more squirmy. His underarms and feet are good middle ground if you just want him laughing and his neck and ribs are good for giggling
Korra easily finds out because Bolin instigates it himself lmao, poking her in the side or something every so often in the hopes she'll get him back
Korra of course happily gives him what he wants and wrecks him, she'd trap him in ice or rock oftentimes so he can't run away from her
Anticipation absolutely kills him, he will already be giggling but if you try any kind of anticipation like hovering your hands or talking about what you're gonna do his giggling will increase along with his pleading
Teasing on the other hand doesn't get him as much as it gets Mako but you can definitely get him with tricks like "Don't!" "Don't what?" "Tickle me-!" "Well since you asked" or making him hold his arms above his head because he'll fail it 100% of the time
While he's recovering he likes it if you sit there and talk to him and such, maybe even some cuddling if you're fine with it :]
A/N: They’re so cute I love them! Best boy Bolin! I present a little snippet of them sparring / training
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Bolin tried to roll away from the devilishly grinning avatar, but he was too slow. Korra gripped the back of his shirt and dragged him back, pinning his legs with one of her own and dragging one of his arms up over his head. “Where was that spot just now.. hm?” She chuckled evilly.
“Wait! Korra- don’t!” Bolin squirmed, trying to free a hand to earth bend. How had a pick up brawling match turned into this?
Korra reached back to his ribs and squeezed, and Bolin shrieked before a laugh punched out of him. His eyes slammed shut as he spasmed with laughter. “Nohohohohohoho!”
Ambitions only encouraged by the sound of his laughter, Korra continued to tickle along Bolin’s side, from his flank to his ribs and up under his arm. When she got there, Bolin cried out, his laughter becoming even louder as it tangled with pleas.
She grinned beside him, scratching her nails into his armpit. She leaned over to look at his red face.
“No way, are you crying?”
“YEHEHES! KahahahaHAHAH- KORRAPLEASE! HaHA! StaHAHAHOP- heheHEHE MERCYHEHEE!” Bolin wailed, tears sprinkling from his eyes.
“You give up?”
“YES!” He shrieked right away, remembering the out. “YES YEEHEHEHEHES! YOU WIHIHIHIN!”
Korra laughed, ceasing her tickling and patting away the sensation along his ribs. “Oh man, that’s too funny.” She wheezed, helping him sit up before plopping down all the way beside him.
“Not fair! I’m really ticklish, okay?!” Bolin whined, still grinning.
“Seriously? That’s an understatement!” Korra laughed, patting him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’m done.” She added as he flinched.
Hi! I had this super cute Korra idea and was wondering if you could write a fic for it. So like basically she and Bolin are earthending training, and he beats her and is like super gloaty about it, so she gets him back by encasing him in rock and well y’know…tickling him lol. I’d also love if you could throw in a raspberry or two!
Rock and Roll
Summary: After traveling the Spirit World, Korra returns home to the Air Temple. Familiar grounds beget familiar habits and she soon finds herself returning to her favorite hobby: pro-bending. Well...semi-pro, anyway.
Spoilers for the end of The Legend of Korra and the comics that follow the end of the series!
Korra’s reunion with Air Temple Island brought her a peace she hadn’t known she needed. Traveling with Asami had given her time to quell the one remaining tempest in her brain, the one that wrestled with the mint newness of her sexuality. It meant that when they finally arrived at the temple doors, Korra had only her friends on her mind.
“Do you think everyone looks different?” Korra whispers to Asami, linking their fingers together. They step into the main courtyard. Korra breathes in deep. Still smells like home.
“No. But I think you should go check, just to be sure.” Asami kisses her on the cheek, taking Korra’s bag off her back. “I’ll get our room together.”
“I love you.” Korra squeezes her hand. Asami beams.
“Love you too.” She hefts Korra’s bag easily, having grown stronger during their travels, and wanders off towards the temple interior. Korra’s so occupied with watching her go, she doesn’t even notice Bolin and Mako stepping into the courtyard.
“Korra!” Mako shouts with a laugh. Bolin gasps himself into a coughing fit, gesturing wildly. Korra sprints towards them and scoops them clean off the ground, cracking something in both of their spines with the force of the hug.
“I told Mako something cool was going to happen today! I could feel it.” Bolin punches Mako’s shoulder and he grunts.
“It’s good to see you guys. I missed you.” Korra tilts their foreheads together, tossing her arms around their shoulders.
“Are you hungry? Mako was just about to make lunch.”
“Was I?” Mako deadpans. Bolin employs his absolutely lethal puppy dog eyes. Pabu scrambles atop his head to assist. Mako sighs deeply and waves for them to follow him.
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Tenzin had been gracious enough to round up his family, promising every whining child and adult that they’d have a meal with Korra another time. Though Ikki and Meelo’s begging tugged on her heartstrings, she had the rare comfort of knowing they weren’t going anywhere. She could take a moment to relax with her friends without sacrifice.
“Tell me everything. What did I miss?” Korra drums her hands on the table. Bolin stares very pointedly at Mako, who starts to hem and haw. He eats a dumpling instead of answering.
“Mako started training with Fire Lord Zuko.” Bolin nudges him with his shoulder. Mako sighs.
“You what?” Korra leans forward. Bolin does the same, batting his eyelashes at his brother. Mako glares at him.
“That’s incredible, Mako. He seems like he’d be a great mentor.” Asami plucks a dumpling from the steamer basket.
“He is. He’s seen and done so much! It’s incredible.” Mako gestures a little wildly, starry-eyed, and Korra chuckles.
“Well, so have you.” Asami smiles. He turns a little pink and ducks his head.
“You’re such a nerd. That’s what you were all nervous about?” Korra narrows her eyes teasingly, taking a dumpling. Mako scoffs and steals it from her hand. Before she can fight to get it back, he takes a triumphant bite and leans back in his chair. She loosely considers vaulting over the table, but she decides to save Pema the headache.
“No, he thought I was gonna tell you that he’s totally got a crush on Princess Ursa.” Bolin stretches innocently.
The room erupts into shouting. Mako busies himself with strangling Bolin while Asami and Korra pepper him with questions. Bolin paws at Mako’s face and chokes out a protest. Asami manages to pull them apart.
“I don’t have a crush on her! She’s a smart, capable tactician…with pretty eyes…and nice hair…oh god.” Mako drops his head into his hands. Bolin pats his shoulder.
The conversation flows from Mako’s love life--hopeless--to events in Republic City. Spirits don’t have a fantastic grasp on human affairs, but they seem confident in Zhu Li taking the Presidential helm, which is nice. As they chat, the stack of empty bowls in the sink grows more and more precarious.
“Okay, what else…oh! We made another mover.” Bolin feeds small vegetable pieces to Pabu, who perches comfortably on his head.
“What? Why?” Korra frowns.
“Now that Varrick’s First Gentleman, he’s picking up a lot of his old hobbies. He told me he was struck with urgent inspiration to make his magnum opus.” Bolin gestures excitedly.
“Beifong’s tired of babysitting him, so he’s on informal house arrest,” Mako snorts, leaning towards Korra. She snickers.
“What’s the story?” Asami pinches Korra’s knee so she stops laughing—counterproductive, as it just forces her to stifle a yelp.
“Nuktuk has laid down his arms as the hero of the south and taken up…wait for it…pro-bending coaching! He invents it! Turns out, his dad was one of the best benders in the world and Nuktuk wants to preserve the legacy!” Bolin gestures even bigger. Pabu nearly slides off of his head as he moves around.
“Wait…isn’t that the plot of The Pebble’s new mover? The one about The Boulder?” Asami collects the empty bowls from the table and dumps them in the sink. As she comes back, she kisses Korra’s forehead.
“Uh, noooooo. The Pebble’s grandfather was the pro-bender. For Nuktuk, it’s his dad. Totally different.” Bolin nods resolutely. Asami opens her mouth to argue, but Korra pinches her knee. Asami glares. Korra gives a shit-eating grin.
“Right, sure. You two up for a friendly match, now that you’re a double pro-bender?” Korra leans on Mako’s shoulder.
“Oooh a Fire Ferret reunion? Count me in!” Bolin gasps excitedly.
“Count me out.” Mako stands and stretches.
“Aw c’mon, Mako! Where’s your competitive spirit?” Korra socks him in the arm. He returns the favor.
“Knock yourselves out.” He laughs fondly, ruffling Bolin’s hair as he passes.
“Guess it’s you and me then. Nuktuk, Hero of the Arena, versus…the Avatar.” Bolin makes a noise like a crowd cheering.
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“Come on, Bolin! Put your back into it!” Korra throws a boulder at his head. He pulls his hands apart and the rock shatters, submerging into the earth.
“Taunting me isn’t gonna work. While you and Asami were out frolicking, Tenzin and Jinora showed me the path to inner peace. I’m totally chill now.” Bolin butchers a few Air Nomad forms and then nods, satisfied.
“Is that right?”
“Yep. I’m super zen.” Bolin closes his eyes and takes a meditative stance. Korra throws another rock at his head. He yelps and deflects at the last moment, scattering it to dust.
“Would you stop doing that?!”
“Are you going to fight me?” She puts her hand on her hip.
“Alright, you asked for it. No holding back.” He smirks.
As she flips out of the way of a chunk of earth the size of a Satomobile, she’s quickly reminded why he was a pro long before she ever met him. She’s used to earthbenders with squat techniques. Bolin is fast. He moves earth like water, adapting quickly to shifts in gravity without breaking a sweat.
She takes a rock to the torso and goes flying, skidding to a stop on her back. She narrows her eyes at him, flips back on her feet, and resumes her stance.
“Oh yeah, I’ve still got it.” He flexes.
“Whatever. Lucky shot.” Korra rolls her eyes. Bolin continues to flex, striking new and irritating poses. Pabu scampers out onto his bicep and copies him. Bolin turns unexpectedly and Pabu squeaks, scampering back to the solid ground of his shoulder. The poor thing slips and tumbles right into Bolin’s shirt with a terrified shriek.
Bolin makes the exact same noise, followed by a string of frantic, high-pitched giggles and shouts. Pabu skitters around his waist and Bolin tries to grab him. Korra muffles her laughter into her hands.
“P-Pabu!” Bolin squeaks, finally wrangling the fire ferret into his grasp. He starts sternly lecturing Pabu, but Korra’s long past listening. She’s too busy sowing the seeds of a plan.
“Let’s go again.” Korra grins.
“Best of five? Let’s do it.”
Korra and Bolin circle each other, locked in tense concentration. Korra moves first, launching stone after stone to where she thinks Bolin will be, rather than where he is. She breathes with each shove, doing her best to root her body to the earth.
To Bolin’s credit, he easily manages her aggressive assault. He complains about it, sure, but he deflects or redirects every blow before it can break his stance. He splits a large boulder and pelts her with the pieces. She slides and flips out of the way, curving with the air rather than through it. Even though Bolin strikes her from beneath with a stone, Korra still manages to bend a bucket’s worth of water directly into his chest.
Korra clenches her fist and the water flash-freezes. As it crackles into a solid up his body, Bolin stammers up a protest and wiggles fruitlessly against the ice. He strains every which way, the muscles in his neck tensing, but he doesn’t budge.
“‘Kay, so this definitely isn’t competition-legal. How about you let me go and we call it even?” Bolin blows his curl out of his face.
“Mmm, nah. Best of five, remember?” Korra smirks, cracking her knuckles. She makes a big show of stretching.
“I can’t fight you in ice. Ohhh, you’ve got a real scary face right now. Like…like Eska levels of scary—“
Korra bends away a chunk of the ice, leaving a perfect window for Bolin’s stomach. She pinches him there and he giggles once, sweetly. They blink at each other. Korra breaks out in a smirk. He starts to babble, shaking his head fervently, but he collapses into nervous snickers and incoherence when she gets closer.
“Tickling is cheating, c’mon--KorraKorraKorraaaah!” He squeals, bubbly giggles pouring forth faster than he can hope to speak. He wiggles as much as he can—not at all—and tries to suck in his stomach away from her fingers. She follows easily, poke-poke-poking at the softer parts of his stomach to make him jump.
“This isn’t even a fair f-fight!” Bolin whines, shimmying like his life depends on it.
“It’s not fun if it’s fair.” Korra shrugs. She bends away some ice from his ribs and plucks her fingers across them. His giggles somehow find more urgency, making his whole torso tremble. His voice rises in time with her fingers, cracking beautifully when she decides to tickle under his arms. He lets out a tumble of desperate syllables and hiccups.
“Ohmygod, move!” He snorts, oh wow, and keeps trying to escape. He attempts wide, pleading eyes but his nose keeps scrunching and preventing his progress.
“Move, huh? Not stop?” Korra raises her eyebrow. Bolin buries his face in his shoulder.
“Alright, tell you what. Surrender your victory and maybe I’ll let you go.” Korra tickles mockingly under his chin and Bolin snorts again, slamming his chin down. She spiders across the skin she can reach, avoiding his scrunching. She brushes his ear by mistake.
Bolin’s voice leaps at least two octaves. He wrenches so hard that he actually cracks some of the ice around his shoulders. Korra grins like a demon. Bolin’s eyes widen.
“I’m so telling Opal.” She snickers.
“Don’t you dare!” His cheeks and ears burn bright red. She chases the blush with her fingers. Bolin cackles, whipping his head back and forth to no avail. She pokes at his collarbones and he yelps, hiking his shoulders as far up as he can.
The ice crunches, then crumbles. Bolin stumbles forward, clutching his torso through the tail-end of his laughter. Korra backs up and starts awkwardly chuckling with something like remorse.
“Hey, Korra?” Bolin narrows his eyes, deathly serious. “Run.”
“Threatening the Avatar?” She jokes weakly.
Bolin sprints at her like a train as a reply.
She yelps and takes off, bending air to launch herself onto the temple roof. Bolin uses earth to follow suit, his serious demeanor melting into the giggly little ‘I’m gonna get youuus’ that one would expect from someone like him.
She misses her jump onto the next roof and Bolin catches her by the waist. Her loss of balance translates to him, unfortunately, and they both crash to the ground. Bolin pulls her close and rolls to break the fall, but he doesn’t release her from the bear hug. He giggles evilly in her ear.
Oh shit.
“Bolin, hang on—“
“Gotcha.” He grins, vibrating his fingers into her stomach. “Now, time to defend that championship title.”
Korra squeals loud enough to send birds and spirits flying from the temple trees.
Bolin’s stomach is like 9/10 one of his worst spots, he will laugh like crazy if you get him there. Opal likes to airbend a little current to brush his shirt against his stomach and make him twitch and smile.
Mako’s ribs are also a pretty bad spot probably a 7/10. Korra first figured this out when they were dating and teased him about it endlessly.
“OMG. I am freezing. I think I’m gonna die.” Bolin whined.
“Relax, Bolin, you’re fine.” Mako insisted.
“Here, come sit by the fire.” Korra suggested, blasting a fire onto the logs in the fire pit in the center of the room.
“See, you firebenders are lucky, you can just warm yourselves!” Bolin whined, pointing at Korra and Mako. They rolled their eyes.
“Come on, Bolin. I’m not a firebender either. It’s cold but we’ll live.” Asami assured him, patting his shoulder.
“The South Pole is a pretty cold place, what can I say?” Korra shrugged.
“Maybe you need warmer clothes.” Mako suggested, a slight tease in his voice. He tugged at Bolin’s coat, brushing over his side and making Bolin flinch.
“Or we could warm you up.” Korra smirked at Bolin’s reaction.
“What? No- wait-“ Bolin gulped.
“Yeah, happy to help, little brother.” Mako grinned.
“No way- don’t you dare-“ Bolin crawled away only to be blocked by Asami. “We non-fire-benders have to stick together, r-right?” He looked up at her.
“Sorry, Bolin.” Asami chuckled, grabbing his hands just as Mako and Korra attacked with tickles.
“See, these clothes are too thin, the cold and anything else could get in here.” Mako declared. Korra tugged at the clothes. They wormed their hands up under Bolin’s layers of clothes, tickling against his bare belly and sides. Bolin howled with laughter.
