Inseparable--Mako and Bolin(Legend of Korra SPOILERS!)More Like This
Disclaimer: Due to various circumstances I wasn't able to post this before the episodes came out, but I had already put so much effort into it I couldn't just scrap it. And ever since seeing the little teasers about the issues with the Equalists and Bolin I've been wildly forming my own theories and headcanonand those WILL be addressed in a future fic I'm planning.
But for now, just enjoy this one! There will be some inconsistencies but I didn't have time/want to go back and fix everything to try and make it work when it could become AU anyway.
Summary: Mako struggles to come to terms with what could have happened once Bolin is home safe after being captured by the Equalists.
A/n: I would like to dedicate this to the incredible Avatar 'verse and then korralations (tumblr) and Purple.Slippers.18 (ff.net) for writing such beautiful Mako & Bolin bro-fics that inspired me to write my own.
"There's no other love like the lo
GoneSummary: When Bolin is captured, Mako's world collapses.More Like This
A/n: That newest clip has killed me, seriously. I am going to be bawling like a baby when I see the actual thing on TV. And I’m trying to calm down enough to study for a final, so to organize my thoughts and get this out of my system I decided to write a story. (and please ignore odd spacing--I'll fix it later)
Mako breathed a shaky sigh of relief as Naga chased the two Equalists away. That had been far too close. But they hadn’t managed to get Bolin back. He was still in that truck!
The truth and reality of the situation finally caught up with him and Mako’s chest squeezed so tightly he couldn’t breathe. His body started trembling and his eyes burned with a prickling sensation.
His younger brother’s terrified face sprang to his mind; of his brother tied up in the truck with a bandana tied around his mouth. He saw the pleading look that flashe
Two Years LaterThe rain fell from the sky in sheets, and the small boy huddled in his coat as he sped down the road as fast as he could. The back of his tattered coat was pulled up over his head, and his red scarf fluttered in the gales that whistled around him. His black hair, sopping wet, fell into his eyes. They were amber, and wide with fear. He clutched the parcel to his chest as if he'd lose it if he let even an inch come between them. It wasn't as efficient for running, but he'd keep it safe and dry.More Like This
He'd already had too many close calls with the Triple Threat Triad to risk losing it; they knew who he was. He was the ten-year-old urchin who was constantly pickpocketing them. Tonight, they'd nearly seen him as he crouched under the overhang in front of their headquarters, nearly noticed when a few things were missing from a table. A glove, two dumplings, a knife. It was all he'd been able to manage.
He wished he were bigger, he wished his parents hadn't died, he wished he wished He