Just a little one-shot about what the precious Red Scarf means for each brother, and a feely bro moment. To most, it was just a tattered, dingy, red scarf that they could always associate on the firebender's shoulders-and they didn't know why, because they had never asked. But for the brothers, The Scarf was so much more.

Korra and Mako got into a fight and Korra left nine moths later Korra gives births to her twins and all seems well but when equlists come for them five years later and the kids are sent to Mako what could happed

AU. The possible repercussions of Tarrlok raising a child with the Avatar. The narrative is nonlinear.

Fifty sentences prompt circling mainly around Korra, although other characters are present. They're not necessarily in order. Mentions of Korra/Mako, Mako/Asami. One-shot.

Another short story I originally did for a contest on TKC(that is still on going) that I never entered. Summary: Kya wishes Bumi wasn't such a pain.

They might want to be with each other, but both of them are determined to be the one in power. This can only end well.

After a tragic car crash, Mako now lives on the street without his brother. However, miraculously his connection to his brother wasn't lsot. Every full moon, Mako goes to the Yue Bay and greets his brother spirit. If he ever misses a day out, his brother would be forever lost. Mako promises that he'll never miss out, until the day he found love.

Korra falls ill and it's up to Howl to find the cure before it's too late.

"Hey, no napping yet. I don't want to have to drag you back to the village by myself." She smirked, her words catching at the end of her sentence. The nonbender nodded with difficulty, reaching up to cup the Avatar's cheek. "Hey silly girl… don't worry about me…" Korrasami.

"One last time. Please." He gasped, smiling up at the Avatar. She frowned, a lone tear falling from her eyes as she whispered softly into the night. "I love you." Amorra.

With difficulty, he raised his hand and slid his mask off, a small trickle of blood falling from the corners of his mouth. Noatak looked up at the girl, kneeling beside him and sobbing quietly, looking at the damage she had inflicted. "Avatar Korra… it has been a pleasure fighting you…"

Some battle scars are worn with pride.

Mako froze as she turned her head towards him, looking up at him with a strange sense of sadness behind her glassy eyes. Cool, bloodied fingers reached upwards, running down his cheek and painting it red. The firebender caught her hand in his, easing her to the floor as he cried.

The Moon was a cold being, always searching for warmth from her friend, Sun. She was fascinated with the flames, with the burning energy he put out. It drew her in like a moth to his open flames.

'Equalists keep some benders in-tact and use them to do hard labor and dirty work, whether they want to or not.'

Makorra drabbles / Chapter 6: Cold/ "How you feeling?" He asked when her eyes cracked open for a little moment but closed back She murmured."C-cold." and started to shiver uncontrollably.

Noatak and Tarrlok survive the explosion, and wander back to their childhood home in the Northern Water Tribe.

Mako and Asami try to build a friendship after Book 1. Friendship fic.

Lin and Mako's relationship while working on the police force together.

Makorra, just lying in bed, talking about stuff.

Makorra, birthday gift for alexanndria, complete with Mako is slightly illiterate, wrestling team, tutoring, and language bending.

Mako slowly passes on in old age, and all Korra can do is watch.

Mako, his relationship with his friends, and with food. Makorra.

Her world can't become Mako, even if his presence calls to her at times stronger than the elements.

Katara tells the boys stories of her childhood. Mako-centric.