Prompt Post 2.0
With the season finale behind us I figure we'll have an explosion of prompts soon. So, new prompt post. Please post any new prompts in this post. But you can always find fic or fill more prompts in the original prompt post.
Rules!1) One prompt per post, please! If you have multiple prompts, no worries, just make separate posts for each. Please ( Read more... )
Rules!1) One prompt per post, please! If you have multiple prompts, no worries, just make separate posts for each. Please ( Read more... )
He hadn't seen Bolin for three days, not since the kiss that might no have been intentional. He still wasn't sure what to do about that, if he should bring it up, or if he should wait to see if Bolin actually remembered doing it.
The sounds of chaos were up ahead, and he found the source, as Bolin rounded the corner on Naga's back. Smiling, Iroh put up a flare to get his attention, then waved at the other man, summoning him over.
Bolin looked relieved as he slid off Naga's back to take Pabu. “I ran into some of your crew back by the docks, they were all freaking out about some kind of plague, and then I figured out they meant Pabu, which, by the way, for a highly trained military force, they're really jumpy about fire ferrets, and, um,” He was rambling, as his face reddened, but now he stopped and stared at his feet.
The awkward silence went on for far too long, as Iroh tried to think of something to say to him. But the only thing he could think of was that sleepy kiss, and he got the feeling maybe that was the problem.
“So, um, see, this is going to sound crazy, but did you bring Pabu back to my room the other night?” He continued to look at his feet as he spoke. “'Cause see, sometimes, I don't wake up well, and I had this weird dream, only maybe it wasn't a dream, but I don't, um, maybe you could start filling in some of this here?”
“You kissed me.” He figured this would just make things easier.
“Oh.”
He waited, but Bolin said nothing else. He decided maybe he should speak, try to reassure him. And after all, Bolin had kissed him. Maybe Iroh wasn't imagining things. “I don't mind.”
The earthbender sighed in relief. “Thank the spirits, I thought for sure I was going to get in trouble, I mean, kissing the prince of the Fire Nation, that's got to be illegal,”
“Technically, I'm a prince, not the prince,” He pointed out. “I'm fifth-in-line.” He raised an eyebrow. “Why do you think I'm in the military?”
Bolin shrugged. “Hadn't thought about it.” He smiled. “So, it's okay, we can just forget the whole thing?”
“Could we not?” He asked. “Forget it, I mean?”
Pabu slithered down off Bolin's shoulder as he asked, disappearing into Naga's fur.
“What do you, uh, what do you mean by that?” Bolin asked.
Naga suddenly gave an annoyed sound, and pushed Bolin forward with her great head as she tried to scratch at a spot somewhere near her shoulder. The push sent the other man right into Iroh's chest.
Sometimes, one has to simply accept good luck, and not question it. So Iroh hooked a finger under Bolin's chin, and tilted his face up, so he could kiss him again.
“Oh,” He said, when Iroh pulled back. “That's what you mean.”
“Yes,” Iroh replied. “That's what I mean.”
On Naga's back, Pabu spit out a chunk of polar bear dog fur, then curled up and went to sleep.
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