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Dear My Legend of Korra/Makorra Readers,Ok, well now that the series is over, I'm going to try to catch up on all my series that are incomplete. First Year will be worked on, but it won't be posted till I have all the chapters completed since it's a short chapter series and almost finished. I'll then move to Fall Sparks and work on the next chapter. Again, I apologize for the neglect that the story has gotten lately, but I promise, the next chapter will probably be long and move the story along a lot quicker and to where I wanted it to be by now. After that, I will then work on the next chapter for Rising AshesDear My Legend of Korra/Makorra Readers, by sasuke12234
(if anyone even cares about that one). When that gets posted, I will then uphold my promise on redoing Four Years Later after the series finale and start working on the revision of the story. With that story I will do the same thing that I'm going to with First Year and hold back a few completed chapters till I get to the point where I can release them a week apart from each other.
What's Meant To BeKorra couldn’t breathe. Her heart crumbled as she looked up at the healer.What's Meant To Be by SukkaandKataang
“So… there’s no chance at all?” she asked, not wanting to believe it.
“I’m afraid not,” the healer said, “The damage done to your reproductive system is too severe. I’m very sorry, but you will never carry a child.”
Korra looked away from him, her body trembling. An unbearable ache started in her chest, and quickly spread throughout her body. With tears stinging in her eyes, she buried her face in her hands and began to cry.
“I’m very sorry,” the healer repeated. He offered her a tissue, but she didn’t take it.
Three years. She and Mako had spent three years trying to start a family, and it had all been for nothing. All that hope, all those tricks and tips, would never get them that perfect little baby they pictured. Those little blue eyes would never stare up at her, and that tiny little fist would never wrap around her fi
Rising AshesA/N: I’ve been wanting to do a Katniss!Mako heavy Hunger Games crossover since I became obsessed with Korra and the Hunger Games at the same time. I’ve just always been nervous about what people would think about me making Mako the main person, other than Korra. I hope I’m not kicked out of either fandom after this. Also, I’ve very passionate about this crossover, so if anyone wants to help me make it as awesome as it can be, please let me know.Rising Ashes by sasuke12234
1. Reaping Day –
It was his last year, but not his brother’s. All he could think about was how to protect his only living family from this horrible day.
The day was unusually hot, which made the mines a living hell to work in. He walked out of the dark tunnel after his shift, coal dust all over his face and sweat running down. All he wanted to do was to go home, put his feet on the table, rub out the knots in his neck, and check if his little brother his alive. On the way, he decided to go throu
Fall Sparks9Mirrors.Fall Sparks9 by sasuke12234
“Why do we have to be up this early?” Bolin whined as he walked out of his parents’ garage with his jacket half off his shoulder and dragging his book bag behind him. “The sun’s not even out yet.”
“We’re up this early because we have to pick up Korra at her class. Sorry, but if you hate this so much, you should tell her to stop sending her sorry excuse for a car to the shop.” Mako said as he walked out in front, fully awake and ready to go, and unlocked the door to his car. “Be happy that we didn’t have to take her to her class.”
Bolin groaned in response and he climbed in the front passenger seat of his brother’s black SUV. As Mako threw his book bag in the back seat, Bolin reclined the passenger seat all the way and tried to fall back asleep. “Bo, Korra’s going to need room to get in.” Mako said as he just stared at his little brother.
“You can still stare at her if s
Bromotions: Scars Part 1Bromotions: Scars Part 1 by Dreaming-of-Nonsense
Seeing his parents killed right in front of him had left him feeling empty. He longed for his mother's lullabies and his father's piggy back rides. He longed for the comfort of being loved. Everyday it became harder and harder to provide for himself and Bolin. They were running out of yuans they got for their allowances, and Mako had to start working in any store that would take someone his age. It was hard to leave Bolin in alleys by himself. Everyday at Narook's Seeweed Noodlery where he cleaned floors, he thought about his brother alone, getting hurt, and it killed him. He couldn't lose him, too.
He was always relieved when he came back and saw Bolin eagerly waiting for dinner. He sat down and handed whatever food he managed to scrape up that day to Bolin and his brother ate as quickly as possible. Mako relaxed and closed his eyes, tired from the days work. He felt a cool breeze and heard his brother's teeth chatter. Mako took off the scarf he always wore, the last object his father
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