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Prompt: submitted by anonymous for Broh, moonlight
There was a quiet peacefulness that calmed him whenever the night settled in. Maybe it was just Bolin’s soft snores or perhaps it was just nice to be landlocked for a while. Whatever the case, Iroh was grateful for the tranquility. There was just something about the moonlight that filled him with a certain ecstasy he couldn’t really explain. It kept him slumped on the edge of the bed deep in the middle of the night, staring out the window. He smiled to himself at each of Bolin’s restless tosses and turns. Sometimes he’d mutter in his sleep, hushed whispers about food or romance or names and places. When “General” prickled his ears, Iroh felt his heart clench, near bursting. A rank once, now a name so near and dear to him.
“What do you want me to say?” A tiny voice had murmured, unsure of placement and hands and the nakedness of it all.
“What ever you would like,” was Iroh’s reply as he was too caught up in the moment, the clenching, the grinding, the grunts and deep moans.
“Like you mean it.”
And Bolin always meant it, that heartfelt sincerity Iroh had never known before. Stolen kisses after dinner, to share tastes, always made so much more meaningful. Sometimes it was a tickle of a tongue in the right place or a nibble at the ear. Somehow he always knew what the moment needed. Not so naive as one might perceive him. Special, Iroh thought, my Bolin is so special.
“Did I wake you up? Aw man, did I kick you again?” Bolin sat up groggily with fuzzy eyes and wispy, tussled hair.
Iroh shook his head and planted a tender kiss on a much deserving, if sweaty, forehead. “No. Just admiring the view.”
Bolin gave a crooked grin, caught lopsided in the moonlight. “Oh is that so?”
“Big ego you’ve got there, sweet thing.”
“Comes with the territory.” Bolin rested his chin on Iroh’s shoulder and followed his gaze.
“The moonlight is never the same no matter where you go.”
“No?” “When I’m at sea it has a different glow. It’s special, it’s beautiful, but it’s not…there’s something off. I think it’s…I think the moonlight is better when you share it with someone.” Iroh felt Bolin’s arms wrap around his waist. The warmth that spread through him was like no other, not even firebending could compare.
“So what’s it like here?”
“Warm. Loving. You.”
“You can’t take that with you when you go?”
Iroh shook his head and laid back with Bolin. Bolin rested his head on Iroh’s chest and he rubbed Bolin’s back.
“I don’t think I want to,” Iroh said.
“Why?” Bolin’s voice was dim, disheartened. “You don’t want me with you?”
“No. I want a reason to always come back.”
Bolin’s eyelashes fluttered against Iroh’s flesh as his eyes shut. “Well that’s good. Because I want you to always come back.”
There was something about the moonlight in Republic City that was light no other place in the world. And now Iroh knew what it was, now he knew what brought him such peace and tranquility. The answer was curled up right in his arms.
The first time Iroh stops at the coffee shop, he doesn’t notice the cute barrister, only the little tail the ‘h’ on his name receives as he’s driving away. It’s a full tail, fluffy with stripes.
It keeps his attention long enough that it stays on his desk all day unlike the other coffees that fall into the bin around 11am.
When he goes back two days later, this time he notices the cashier. He’s tall, hair spiked up and he’s got a scarf wrapped around his neck. When he takes your order, he immediately shoves the money in the register before turning to the other worker.
Iroh notices the cute barista.
The cute barista with wide eyes, large eyes and a huge smile when he calls Iroh’s name.
When he picks up his cup, Iroh notices the tail.
This time, the cup is on his desk for a whole day, only entering the bin when a new fresh coffee (with a tail on the ‘h’) arrives.
Eventually it isn’t the tail that Iroh notices.
It’s the number scribbled underneath along with ‘My name’s Bolin’.
The ‘n’ in Bolin and ‘h’ in Iroh have matching striped tails.
A/N: Broh drabble because Broh always puts me in a good mood.
Iroh held his chin in thought and tilted his head to the side. He had tried to look at it from every possible angle now, with the exception of standing on his head. Maybe he did need to flip everything upside down to admire the piece better. Iroh had his head swiveled almost entirely downwards when the door slammed.
"I’m back! I’ve got the last of the boxes!" Bolin shuffled in from the entry way balancing a couple of large boxes precariously in his arms. He set them down on the half unrolled carpet, placing his hands on his hips and grinning at Iroh. "Whatcha’ doin’?" he asked.
Clearing his throat, Iroh motioned to the newly hung painting on the wall. “Just…getting settled in. Where did you say you got this painting from?”
Bolin grinned and strode across the room, draping his arm over Iroh’s shoulders, turning him back to the abstract art. A large green feather with splotches of yellow and blue, cubes and triangles, circles and…whatever those shapes were. Iroh couldn’t really figure it out.
"I found it just before me and Mako moved into the attic of the probending arena. I kept it hidden under my bed for so long I figured it needed to see the light of day. We never had room for it at our old place, but now…well, we’ve got room to spare, right?" Bolin gestured to rest of the apartment.
"Right…well, you know I won’t be able to, um, be around all the time." Iroh ducked out from under Bolin’s arm and smoothed out his United Forces uniform. He’d only gotten into Repulbic City a few hours ago to find Bolin in the middle of eagerly moving in to their new home.
Bolin’s face shaded for a moment before a hopeful smile warmed it. “That’s okay. It’ll be nice to know you have a home to come back to, right?”
"A home?" Iroh wasn’t certain if he’d call this tiny, dank apartment home.
"Home is where the heart is," Bolin murmured. "That’s what my mom used to tell me and Mako when we were really little. I can’t remember a lot of things about her, but I remember that. I always felt at home with Mako…but now, well, I really feel at home with you, Roh."
Iroh glanced from Bolin to the painting. The shapes and lines and blotches of colour were beginning to take form now. Maybe it wasn’t so hard to see what was right in front of him.
"I love your nose."
Iroh kissed Bolin’s nose.
"Yes," he said.
"Well I love your everything," Bolin replied.
Prompt: What about Lin/Bumi?? (or asami/iroh2 :D) submitted by doctoroftime.
Lin made a face, her tongue sticking out of her mouth ever so slightly. She couldn’t stand it, couples involved in sloppy make outs. Public displays of affection. She hadn’t even dared to do it with Tenzin, it bothered her that much.
So now, sitting across from Asami and General Iroh, who were so deeply engrossed in each other, Lin was just barely keeping down her lunch.
Bumi caught her expression and grinned, leaning in to kiss her on the lips. She turned her head at the last second and he caught her cheek instead.
"Don’t even try it," she said sternly, pushing his face away.
"Aw, c’mon, Lin. Do ya always gotta be such a stick in the mud?" Bumi teased, tickling her ribs.
"I am not a stick in the mud," Lin grumbled. "I just don’t think people need to go around shoving their…affections in everyone’s faces." She gestured to Asami and Iroh, who had yet to pull apart for air. They barely seemed to acknowledge their food, the people sitting around them, anything but each other.
Lin frowned as Bumi touched her chin lightly, turning her face.
"Why? You afraid you’ll make other people jealous if you show me some affection?" Bumi grinned slyly.
Lin rolled her eyes and he managed to sneak a kiss, this time on the lips.
"I let you get away with too much," Lin muttered.
Title: With Your Words
A/N: Prompt was Bolin and Iroh’s first fight/make up sex, from Anon.
Summary: Iroh blows up at Bolin and says some things he will later regret. Will their relationship maintain?
"How about trying to take things a little more seriously? You know, just every once in a while. Like when things matter and are so very, very important to me." Iroh was fuming. He slammed the door shut after Bolin and tore his collar open.
Bolin stood aside, twiddling with his thumbs, unsure of what to say. He’d been on his best behaviour, trying his hardest to fit in, but mingling with high society wasn’t his natural element. So he didn’t know the proper cutlery to use or how to ballroom dance. And maybe he wasn’t the best at keeping up conversations with dukes and earls. Still he’d tried. So why wasn’t Iroh giving him credit for that?
”You embarrassed me, Bo. In front of my mother and my grandfather, the entire military! I’m supposed to impress those people. I am their general. They put their faith in me!” Iroh ran his hands over his face and through his hair. Seething, he turned and pointed to Bolin. “How are they supposed to trust me if you give them reason to question my choice in men?”
Bolin frowned. He wasn’t good at confrontation. Life was too short for anger and arguments, that had been his philosophy since he’d been small. That’s why he always did his best to appease Mako, listen and understand Korra, and just generally do what Iroh told him. To keep the peace.
”Do you have anything to say for yourself? An apology maybe?” Iroh crossed his arms and watched Bolin expectantly.
A long, cold silence followed. Bolin glanced around the guest room, taking in the Fire Nation decor. So far from home and the familiar and the only person he could depend on was entirely peeved at him.
”Um…I’m sorry?” Bolin ventured.
Here are eight simple headcanons to keep your boat afloat:
Title: Reason to Be
A/N: Ship to end all ships: Broh
Summary: It’s Broh, what more incentive do you need?
Bolin rolled back his shoulders and moved into a solid stance. He took a deep inhale, smoothed his feet across the floor and clenched his fists. The steel girder shuddered against the wall, teasing forward. Sweat beaded on Bolin’s forehead. He dug himself into the floor, muscles straining. Come on, come on. The girder shivered again, curling at the sides, just barely. Not good enough. With a grunt, Bolin adjusted his posture again, his thighs straining but solid as granite.
“C’mon,” he muttered, sweat stinging his eyes. He reached out towards the girder, grasping at the air and pulled back. The metal creaked and groaned, bending forward before collapsing to the floor with a clatter.
Bolin’s arms dropped to his sides, his shoulders drooping as he doubled over to catch his breath. Impossible. This was totally and utterly impossible. He stalked over to the girder and heaved it up, resting it against the wall and examined his work. Barely visible wrinkles in the metal, a slight dent at the top. Bolin frowned, placing his hands on his hips. What was he doing wrong? Firm stance, follow through, drive and persistence, focus. He knew deep down Lin’s lessons were sinking in. Now if only he had the progress to show for it.
“How’s my Little Soldier Boy this fine afternoon?” Iroh strode into the room, arms spread wide as his smile when Bolin turned to face him. In one hand the General had a bag of food, the smell rolling off it tickled Bolin’s nose and his stomach grumbled. Iroh raised an eyebrow in concern. “Don’t tell me you haven’t been eating again.”
He tossed the bag to Bolin, who dove in greedily and shoved steaming dumplings into his mouth two at a time. He shook his head and shrugged.
“I was busy. Must’ve lost track of the time,” he said, turning his head so Iroh could kiss him on the cheek.
“Can’t fault you for working hard, but I’d appreciate it if you didn’t waste away to nothing. How is the metalbending coming, by the way?”
Bolin gestured to the girder and Iroh stepped over for a closer inspection. He ran a hand over the warped metal. “Impressive,” he murmured.
“Not really,” Bolin said, choking back the last of the dumplings and balling up the paper bag. “How am I supposed to get a job as a cop if I can’t even bend a girder? A steel one no less. Lin’s already working on platinum, trying out new techniques. I want to make a difference and help people…and I can’t even bend a yuan in half.”
Iroh frowned and looked back at the dejected earthbender.
“First of all, I think all your bending is impressive, regardless of what you happen to be actually bending,” Iroh said with a smirk. Bolin’s eyebrows knit in confusion as the General grasped his chin and kissed him softly on the lips. “So don’t be too hard on yourself, okay?”
Bolin gave a tiny smile, just to show things were fine. That he would be fine, take things easy. But when he tried to put it into words, his tongue felt heavy in his mouth. Instead he nodded, letting Iroh pull him in for a tender hug.