Broh Week - Day One - Comfort by ana181, literature
Literature
Broh Week - Day One - Comfort
Pabu scrambled onto the bed and began to riffle through the covers. He found Bolin's long and fat toes, then his hands and fingers. The red ball of fuzz followed the trail of abs on Bolin's stomach until he reached his neck. Pabu looked up quickly, expecting to find Bolin's face. Instead, he was greeted by a mass of pillows.
Pabu gave an angry chirp, quite unhappy with the turn of events. He hopped up onto the pillow and began to lick an exposed section of Bolin's face.
"'Bu," moaned a tired Bolin, "go away." Pabu began to paw at Bolin's head, deciding a more aggr
Broh Week - Day Two - Protection by ana181, literature
Literature
Broh Week - Day Two - Protection
Fire rained down from the sky, barely missing the head of a normally cheerful earth bender. The earth bender was far from cheerful today; his usual optimistic self was dispelled by the chaos around him.
"Bolin!" shouted General Iroh, running past soldiers to stand by Bolin's side. "I saw that, are you okay?"
"Don't worry about me, General," said Bolin, throwing up an earth wall just in time. A large ball of fire smashed into the wall, causing small pieces of rock to fall on their heads. Bolin was touched by Iroh's care, but their relationship could not exist right now. This was war, and
"Pabu!" shouted Bolin, running into the locker room. "Are you ready to party it up? Finally, I have a day off. Mako has been working us to the bone. You'd think he'd lay off since we have an entire year until the Fire Ferrets compete again. He wants to win the pro bending tournament. Don't get me wrong, I want to win as much as the next guy, but it's a tad bit early, wouldn't you say?" Bolin stopped mid sentence as he realized it wasn't just Pabu he was ranting too. His eye had caught on a figure sitting in the corner playing with a ball of fire.
"Aftern
May I Have This Dance? (Broh-Bolin x Iroh) by vivtheviolinist, literature
Literature
May I Have This Dance? (Broh-Bolin x Iroh)
"No, not like that, Bolin," Iroh softly scolded while he helped Bolin steady himself. "You've got to step carefully, gracefullylike this." The air was his imaginary partner as he elegantly glided around the room.
"Yeah... No. Can't do that," Bolin dejectedly said while watching Iroh flit around the room like some sort of fairy tale prince. It wasn't fair. He was pretty and a good waltz dancer.
As if he could read Bolin's mind, Iroh sauntered over and placed a strong, comforting hand on Bolin's shoulder. "I'm sure you'll get it soon. I can only do it because I've had years of practice."
"Oh yeah? With whom?" Bolin impulsively blurted