Untitled Mako Shorts

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I couldn't think of a witty title OTL
Just a series of shorts to see if my Obsidian and Prince Virus' Carter-Kole could
ever have something develop between them. Always looking for prompts for
this, shoot me a PM if you have one c:
Some of these may be partially illustrated, so look out for that hehe
Now includes the relationship between my Toby and Prince Virus'
Selim. Also includes stuff about my Iantha.

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ＹＯＵ ＷＩＬＬ ＦＩＮＤ ＭＯＲＥ ＨＡＰＰＩＮＥＳＳ ＧＲＯＷＩＮＧ ＤＯＷＮ ＴＨＡＮ ＵＰ. - Author Unknown
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Padding quietly into the living room, Obsidian wondered what had happened to his new friend. The older Mako had been helping Carter plant a new batch of daisies in the front garden of his little cottage, but after a while the younger male had grown tired. He had politely excused himself, saying he was going to take a nap inside, and left Obsidian to finish up with the work. It had been about half an hour, and Obsidian wondered if Carter was alright.

He was careful not to leave any muddy footprints on the light cream carpet of the room. Carter was a stickler for anything dirty, and Obsidian didn’t want to upset him. Today had been going so well, and Obsidian did not want it to end with an argument. Walking past the sofa and hand-carved coffee table that decorated the room, he found Carter’s boots discarded on the floor near the entrance to the kitchen. Walking past them, Obsidian was surprised to find the younger Mako in the sun-room, his nose buried in a thick, hard-back book. Obsidian was surprised, wasn’t Carter supposed to be asleep.

“What happened to taking a nap?” he asked, sitting down on one of the other chairs. These too, were hand-carved by Carter, and Obsidian wondered how long it had taken him to make them. He found himself tracing the markings and decorations in the wood with his fingers, absentmindedly taking in all of the details.

“Huh, oh!” Carter’s head shot up, and he glanced over the top of the book at Obsidian. The older male had to admit, that was a very cute expression. He had to look away to stop himself from blushing.

“What are you reading?” Obsidian asked, suddenly curious. He knew Carter loved anything fictional or fantasy, but Obsidian was unfamiliar with the genre. Perhaps it was something he had read before, or at least heard of.

“Lady Cottington’s Pressed Fairy Book,” came the short reply, before Carter buried himself in the pages once more. Without looking up at Obsidian, he asked: “Why, have you read it?”

Obsidian frowned. He had recently taken Carter to a local bookstore, and remembered the title as something he had spotted in the children’s section. Without thinking, he spoke once more.

“Don’t you know that book is for kids?”

There was a clattering sound as the book fell to the floor, its pages splayed out underneath the leather-bound cover. Obsidian flinched, immediately realising that he shouldn’t have said that. Glancing over at the younger Mako, he felt a pang of worry when he saw his face. Tears rimmed his crimson eyes, and Obsidian could see he was trying his hardest not to cry.

“W-What do you mean, for kids?” was Carter’s meek response, before he wiped one eye with his hand. Obsidian knew he had to fix this, and fast, before Carter became inconsolable.

“Ah, n-no, I don’t really mean that!” he stuttered, jumping out of the chair he was in and rushing over to the other Mako. He knelt down so that his face was level with Carter’s, and gently wiped away the remaining tears. “Shh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” he said, so softly that it was almost a whisper. He wrapped his arms around Carter, and could feel the male shuddering slightly. Obsidian rubbed his back and ruffled his hair until the shuddering ceased, and all that could be heard from Carter was a muffled sniffling.

Very carefully, Obsidian reached down to pick up the discarded book. Checking that none of the pages were bent, he closed it up and held it tightly under his arm. Then, he gently picked up Carter, balancing him and the book while he stood up from his kneeling position.

“What are you doing?!” was Carter’s surprised response, and he squirmed a little as Obsidian walked back into the living room. However, it was obvious that he wasn’t really trying to get away, and probably actually enjoyed being carried around. With a soft flump sound, Obsidian deposited Carter on the sofa. He sat down beside him, opened the book, and turned to Carter.

“What page were you on?” he asked. Carter took the book and quickly flicked through the pages. Obsidian watched his eyes scan each watercolour drawing, each caption, and smiled. The book was suddenly handed back to him, with a finger placed firmly on one of the pages.

“Here.” Carter told him, then settled down. Obsidian guessed that the younger Mako knew his intentions, and started to read the caption underneath the picture.

“The rose fairy tends to creep through the thorns…”

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Obsidian was distracted from his reading by a soft breathing sound, and glanced at the younger Mako. Carter’s head was resting in his lap, and he was sound asleep. With a smile, Obsidian put the book down on the arm of the sofa, and stretched. His arms were a little stiff from holding the book for so long, but he didn’t mind. He watched the rise and fall of Carter’s chest for a while, until he himself felt his eyelids becoming heavy.

Once again, he picked up Carter and raised himself from the sofa. Carter let out a soft grumbling sound, but did not wake, and Obsidian walked him over to his room. Obsidian had only been in this room a few times, but it was so small that he knew it well. Balancing Carter in one arm, Obsidian moved away the sheets so that he could place Carter inside the bed. He gently laid him down, making sure his head was on the pillow, then wrapped his in the blankets. As if by instinct, Carter nuzzled his face into the sheets and let out a satisfied sigh. Obsidian found himself grinning, but said nothing. Instead, he silently went back into the living room, and hoped that Carter wouldn’t mind if he crashed on his sofa.

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Obsidian jolted awake, sitting up so fast that it made him dizzy. Ears perked, he listened for the sound that had torn him from his sleep. When he didn’t hear it again, he relaxed slightly, though it still bothered him. Now fully awake, he shook his head to clear away the dizziness and climbed off of the bed. Perhaps a glass of water would calm his nerves.

As he walked past Carter’s room, however, he heard a noise coming from within. Curious, he walked up to the door and pressed his ear against it. Now that he was close enough to properly identify the sound, he realized it was Carter whimpering softly. Obsidian gently pushed open the door, moving slowly so as not to scare the other Mako. He found Carter sitting upright in the bed, his sheets pulled up to cover his face.

“Is everything ok, bug?” he asked, approaching the bed. He sat down next to Carter and clambered under the sheets. He wrapped one arm around Carter, and used the other to carefully pry the bed sheets away from the younger Mako’s face. Carter’s eyes were wide, and he was shaking slightly. Obsidian immediately knew what had happened.

“Nightmare?” he asked, though he didn’t expect an answer. Carter nodded, and then buried his face in Obsidian’s shoulder. Obsidian tightened his grip around Carter’s waist, hoping it would provide some comfort.

“I-it was so scary!” Carter finally told him. “You were mad and you started yelling and you wouldn’t stop-“ Obsidian felt the dampness of tears on his shirt, and moved his arm so that he could run his fingers through Carter’s hair. Kissing the top of his head, he pulled back so that he could speak.

“Oh, bug, I could never be mad at you,” he said, a hint of laughter in his voice. “You know that, don’t you?”

Carter nodded, sniffling. He pulled his face away from Obsidian, then wiped away the remaining tears that threatened to spill. Obsidian spoke once more.

“You want me to stay here?”

“...yes.”

“Ok, bug. I’ll stay with you.”

Carter lay back down in the bed, pulling the sheets up to his chin. Obsidian put his own head on the second pillow on the bed, then wrapped his arms around Carter protectively.

That next morning, he woke up in the same position.

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ＯＮＬＹ ＷＨＥＮ ＷＥ ＡＲＥ ＮＯ ＬＯＮＧＥＲ ＡＦＲＡＩＤ ＤＯ ＷＥ ＢＥＧＩＮ ＴＯ ＬＩＶＥ - Dorothy Thompson

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A crash of thunder made Obsidian flinch, and he had to take a breath to calm himself. Focusing on the TV show he was watching, he did his best to ignore the sounds of the harsh wind and pounding rain that mounted an attack against the house he was in. He shuddered slightly, glad that Carter wasn’t here. If the other Mako found out that Obsidian had such a...stupid fear, Obsidian wouldn’t be able to live it down. After all, it would look bad if the same Mako that could take down three men in a street fight was afraid of a little thunder.

He leaned back in the sofa, closing his eyes to try and block the flashes of light. He had been afraid of storms for as long as he could remember. He wasn’t sure what it stemmed from, whether it was some childhood trauma that he didn’t remember. But it had plagued him for years. For the most part, he hid it well. He was careful not to flinch when he was with Carter, and on stormy nights he went to bed early so that Carter wouldn’t have to see him shaking under the covers. Obsidian was satisfied that carter didn’t know, and it brought him some comfort.

Behind him, he heard a door swing open and footsteps coming down the hall. The door closed, and Obsidian heard Carter calling his name.

“I’m home!” Carter called, walking into the living room. Obsidian turned around, head peeking over the back of the couch. Carter was drenched from the rain, but had a rather large smile on his face. “Some weather, huh?”

Obsidian shook his head, giving Carter a small smile. “You have a hood on that jacket, you know.” He said, getting up off the sofa and walking towards the male. Carter grinned at him, shaking his head to dispel some of the water.

“But I love the rain,” he said, making sure to get as much of the water as he could on Obsidian. “And I also love getting you wet.”

Obsidian gave him a sigh of mock annoyance, then swung around and scooped Carter into his arms. There was a yelp of surprise from the younger Mako, but he soon had his arms around Obsidian’s shoulders. Obsidian carried him over to the sofa and dropped him onto it. He walked over to the bathroom, grabbed the nearest towel, then returned to Carter. Sitting next to him, he threw the towel over Carter’s head, then started rubbing him down.

“But I don’t want to be dry!” Carter started squirming, laughing as he tried to get away. Obsidian couldn’t help but laugh with him as he tried to catch him with the towel.

“Hold still!”

A crash of thunder caught Obsidian by surprise, and he found himself jumping back. Pulling the towel away from Carter and over to his face, he buried his face in it and took some deep breaths. It now smelled of Carter – well, more like wet Mako – and he found it comforting.

“Are you ok?”

Obsidian lowered the towel to see Carter staring at him, concern all over his face. Obsidian flinched again when the room flashed with light, and squeezed his eyes closed. He stiffened when he felt a hand on his shoulder, but relaxed and leaned into Carter’s touch.

“Hey, don’t be scared,” Carter said softly. “It’s just noise, it can’t hurt you.”

Obsidian shuddered, still reluctant to speak. Carter knew about his fear now. Obsidian wondered what the younger Mako was thinking. He leaned back as Carter moved behind him and wrapped his arms around Obsidian’s chest. Carter’s touch was so... calming. Obsidian wondered how long the younger Mako would hold him for.

“So you have astraphobia?” Carter asked. Obsidian nodded, but couldn’t meet Carter’s eye. He heard the younger Mako chuckle. “Thought so. I wondered why you always went to bed so early on stormy nights.”

“You knew?”

“Dude, it was really obvious.”

Ah. Obsidian felt himself blushing, and raised his hands to hide his face. However, Carter held him back.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Carter promised him. He laughed softly again. “I mean, you could have a really strange fear. Like, Porphyrophobia or something.”

Obsidian gave him a blank look. That long word had gone straight over his head.

“Fear of the colour purple.”

“...I see.”

Carter laughed again, then kissed Obsidian on the cheek.

“Hey, I’ll protect you. No big bad storm is gonna hurt you while I’m around.” he said, a huge grin on his face. Obsidian turned to face the other Mako, and was now smiling too.

“Ah, but who’s going to protect you from the big bad towel?”

He raised the towel over his head, and wrapped it over Carter’s hair. The two of them dissolved into giggles.

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The mail can rolled slowly down the narrow country road, just as the door of a tiny cottage was thrown open. A young Mako ran down the driveway, hastily opened the mailbox, grabbed everything that was inside, and then vanished back into the house.

Once inside, Carter-Kole ran to the kitchen and spread all of the mail out on the table. There was the usual bills and junk mail, but what excited him the most was the securely taped package that had been delivered. Carter didn't even sit down before he tore it open, eager to see what it contained.

Once he had it open, he tipped it's contents out onto the table. There was a small stack of photos that were bound with a red string, a flash drive, and a letter. Carter reached for the letter first, knowing exactly who it was from. He had been waiting for this package for days.

He gently unfolded the paper, and laid it flat on the table. Only now did he sit down, but he was still restless.

Hi bug,
Hey, it's me! I bet you've been waiting for this, I'm sorry that you had to wait so long. To make up for it, I've put together all this stuff for you. I have other surprises for you too, but you'll get those when I get back. For now just grab your laptop and plug in that flash drive.
I'll see you soon Carter,
Obsidian <3

Carter leapt up from the table and bounded out of the kitchen and into his bedroom. He retrieved his laptop from on top of the bed, then quickly brought it back into the kitchen. He could barely contain his excitement as the machine booted up. He wished it was faster.

Once the laptop was ready, Carter pushed the flash drive into its slot. There was a brief moment of buffering, and then a video appeared on the screen.

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A beach can be seen on the screen, one with golden sands and cloudless skies. The sea is a deep blue, and seems to reach the sand almost lazily. Clicking sounds can be heard, and the camera zooms in and out before focusing. Finally, the camera is turned so that Obsidian's face can be seen.


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"Hey, bug! I figured a video is easier than a letter, and I'm kind of lazy."

He laughs, and the camera shakes a little. It steadies out again once the laughter stops.

"As you can see-"

There are muffled noises as the camera is turned towards the ocean.

"-I'm at a beach right now. It's called Turtle beach, and you can definitely see why they call it that, bug. There are turtles everywhere!"

The camera is turned around again to show Obsidian once more.

"I'm sorry this job is taking so much time. This case is just a long one, and I'm the only Mako that can speak any kind of Russian."

He sighs, visibly annoyed by the situation.

"I miss you, bug, I really do. I wish you could be here with me; I know you'd enjoy it here."

He attempts a smile, but it's not fooling anyone.

"Anyway, this is gonna run out of battery soon, and I need to get back to the courthouse."

He blows a kiss at the camera.

"I'll be back as soon as I can, bug, I promise."

There's a click, and the video ends.

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Carter leaned back in the chair, one hand on the laptop, the other running through his hair. All of a sudden, the weight of how much he missed Obsidian came crashing down on him. It was unbearable, like trying to carry the weight of the whole world. He leaned forward again, resting his head in his hands.

The ringing of the phone made him jump, and he almost fell out of the chair. Slowly, he got up and walked over to the phone before answering it.

"...hello?"

"Carter! Hey! It's me, Obsidian! Man, I'm glad this hotel has free phone service."

"...Obsidian."

The older Mako must have noticed the change in Carter's tone. There was a long moment of silence before Obsidian spoke again.

"Is everything ok, bug?"

Carter burst into tears.

"I miss you so much!" he practically yelled down the phone. To his surprise, he heard Obsidian start to laugh.

"Ah, come on now, bug, there's no need for tears."

Carter wiped his face with one hand and sniffled a little.

"When are you coming home?" he asked.

"Soon, I promise. The minute this case is closed, I'm coming back to you."

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Ｉ ＬＯＶＥ ＣＥＲＥＡＬ. Ｉ ＥＡＴ ＳＥＶＥＲＡＬ ＢＯＷＬＳ Ａ ＤＡＹ, ＭＯＳＴＬＹ Ａ ＦＥＷ ＡＴ ＮＩＧＨＴ. - Paul Dano

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'Milk, bread, apples...'
Toby glanced over the shopping list one more time, turning the cart down the aisle. All he needed now was cereal, and he'd be home free.

He was grocery shopping for Selim, a habit that had developed soon after the two had started dating. Selim tended to stay holed up in his room for long periods of time, plotting away at some evil scheme. As a result, there were never any groceries in the house. Toby often wondered how the Mako managed to survive.

He wandered idly down the cereal aisle, absentmindedly browsing the different brands. Toby may have had a good income, but he was most definitely a bargain hunter. The cheaper it was, the more he liked it. He finally settled on one of the store's own cereal varieties, a chocolate flavoured thing. He smiled, reading that it came with a toy. Cute. He tossed it into the cart, and headed to the register.

Toby was laden with bags as he approached the door of Selim's place. He had to knock on the door with his foot, as none of his hands were free. Even from here, he could tell that the only light on in the house was the one in Selim's room. Darkness had fallen, allowing the dim light to spread throughout the house.

As soon as Toby finished banging his foot on the door (he was glad for his steel-toed boots. Those would definitely catch Selim's attention), he heard the patter of frantic footsteps rushing towards him. A light turned on inside the house, and the door swung open.

"I keep telling you not to do this." Selim answered, in a tone that was somewhere between angry and grateful. Toby knew that he hated people treating him like he was a child. It was actually pretty funny.

"And let you starve to death?" he responded, a small smile sliding onto his face. "I don't think so."

Selim huffed, and stepped aside to let Toby inside the house. Toby walked inside, kicked off his boots, and headed straight for the kitchen. Depositing the many plastic grocery bags on the kitchen table, he turned to Selim.

"You look hungry," he pointed out, rummaging through the bags. Selim waved a hand dismissively.

"Just pour me a bowl of cereal or something."

Toby did as asked. He fished the cereal out of one of the bags, grabbed a bowl from the top cupboard (he almost couldn't reach it, but he wasn't about to admit it. Selim would have a field day.), and poured a good-sized serving of cereal into it. As he was pouring, something large fell out of the box. Toby picked it up, and realized that it was the toy that was advertised on the front of the box. It was a small plastic turtle, painted to look sort of realistic. He turned around, and tossed it to Selim, who was putting away the groceries.

"Here you go, this was in your box."

Toby expected a reply, but Selim was silent. Toby shrugged it off, and walked to the fridge. He pulled out the milk. Finishing with the cereal, he set the bowl down on the table.

"Cereal's done."

No response.

"Selim."

Still nothing. Toby looked up to see why Selim wasn't answering. He found the Mako staring intently at the toy turtle, as if entranced by the thing. Toby rolled his eyes, and spoke a little louder, a sharp tone in his voice.

"Selim!"

Selim's head shot up, so fast that Toby thought his neck would snap. Selim shoved the turtle in his pants pocket, a slightly sheepish look on his face. Toby was almost concerned.

"You doing ok there, mi amor?" he asked. There was a moment of silence, and then Selim spoke. His voice was barely above a whisper.

"I really, really love turtles...!"

Toby's face was expressionless, but then he suddenly dissolved into laughter. Turtles? He couldn't believe this.

"What's so funny?" Selim huffed, and Toby could see him blushing. After he had stopped laughing enough to be able to speak, he said:

"You cannot be serious. Selim, lover of all things gore-y and terrifying, the most evil mastermind this city has ever seen, has a thing for turtles."

Selim shuffled his feet a little, then moved towards the table. He snatched up the cereal bowl, threw a spoonful of cereal in Toby's face, screamed "shrimp!", and dashed back into his room, slamming the door.

Toby was hot on his heels, yelling something about how "calling people 'shrimp' is rude" and "you're gonna regret it". But he was laughing, as was Selim. There was no anger present between the two of them.