Cherries
Mako collapses on the couch.
They had just dropped off the kids at the transportation area and bid them farewell.
Taking care of them had taken a toll on Mako since he had to take care of all four of them for 2 days.
Typically, it wouldn’t be a huge feat, but he’s just as lost as they were in the huge palace of the Sato mansion so taking care of 4 airbending kids is not as simple as it sounds.
“I like them. They’re very amusing,” Asami notes.
Mako grimances. “Not if you had to run after them all day.”
Korra chuckles. “I suppose not. I’m sorry that your brother couldn’t come.”
Mako shrugs. “I understand it for right now, but in the future, I’ll break Unalaq’s knee caps if he says Bolin can’t come.”
“I’d pay to see that,” Asami says.
“Amen to that,” Korra snickers.
The demons found much glee in using godly terms to belittle others.
Mako found it rather amusing too.
But the thing he loved most about Hell was their acceptance.
Much to many people’s shock, Hell was much more forgiving than Heaven.
If you paid the price for your crime, you lived a normal life.
And to top it all off, Hell had more colors than Heaven.
While Heaven was a pristine white, most of Hell was actually covered in various rainbow colors.
Since being labeled a part of the LGBTQ+ community was a crime, most people got stuck in Hell.
But everyone was so accepting.
All the homophobes went to Heaven to live perfect lives because they fit god’s standard of normality.
Mako had always hated that part and had a new found respect for Hell when he discovered their benefits.
Mako knew as a fact that Korra and Asami has a gay marriage but the omega had great respect for them.
He knew their relationship would be fine without him, which got him thinking.
Why did they want him anyways?
What did they gain?
“Mako!” Korra yells, barreling into his room.
Mako shrieks in surprise and scrambles to cover himself with the towel.
He just came out of the shower so he wasn’t exactly wearing anything.
Korra gapes for a second before realizing what was happening and turning around.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry!” Korra chants.
Mako flushes. “It’s fine, just knock next time.”
“Korra, what the hell are you- spirits, I’m sorry,” Asami says, using her wings to cover her eyes the second she enters.
“Does no one here have a sense of personal privacy?” Mako complains.
Both alphas cringe at the accusation but don’t turn around.
Mako quickly throws on a sweatshirt and some pants.
Asami moves her wings half a centimeter and sighs in relief when she sees the omega dressed.
She smacks Korra, prompting the other alpha to turn around.
“Sorry,” Korra apologizes again.
The corner of Mako’s lips quirk up. “For someone so confident, you looked rather shocked to see me without clothes.”
Korra gives him one look before bursting into laughter.
Asami also tries to cover up her laugh with a cough.
Mako’s eyebrows furrow. “What?”
“No, sorry, I swear I’m not trying to laugh,” Korra wheezes. “It’s just, nudity isn’t a big deal here. It was your wings for me. I’ve never seen Phoenix wings and here, it’s rude to see the omega’s wings before sex.”
Mako gapes. “You can see my fucking vagina but not my wings? And yes, I say vagina, deal with it.”
Asami looks amused. “Wings here symbolize power. They are very important to our culture. Omega’s only show their wings once they've been claimed.”
Mako suddenly turns red. “Does that mean you technically just fucked me in a way?”
Korra opens and closes her mouth several times, unsure on how to respond.
Mako buries his face in his hands. “Oh my god.”
Asami chuckles and pats the omega’s back. “It’s ok.”
When Mako looks up, Korra is waggling her eyebrows.
“Does that mean we just popped your cherry, princess?” Korra smirks.
She’s hit square in the face with a pillow and Asami couldn’t stop laughing if she tried.