yamikinoko giftfic - In Which Toph Has A Dress Fitting
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Title: In Which Toph Has A Dress Fitting
Chapter: N/A; complete oneshot
Characters/Pairings: Toph, Katara, Zuko, Iroh, Sokka; implied Zuko/Toph
Genre: Crack
Word Count: 609
Rating: K+
Notes: For yamikinoko, whose second request was "to see Toph being forced to do something girly and Zuko liking it very, very much [the situation is up to you]. Of course, Toph is too much awesome to be forced to do anything she doesn't want to do. Mayhem results. Bonus if you include Sokka for witty, snappy dialouge and Iroh for sheer awesomeness." Katara is a bonus. And sorry I couldn't fit Sokka anywhere else. The situation, which may requre a little explanation: there's a lot of Zuko/Katara fics where they have to marry because of some council's decision. This is basically the same thing, except that in an attempt to tame her and unite the nations, Toph is chosen instead. They're at a bridal wear fitting. I have no idea why Zuko is there. Or Iroh, really, except that he's important to Toph.
"I'm not wearing that."
It was a flat statement of fact that couldn't be argued with.
"Yes, you are."
That was also a flat statement of fact that couldn't be argued with.
Zuko was terribly amused, in what was possibly the most sadistic way possible. Two of the most stubborn people he knew were arguing, and for once he wasn't actually in danger...until the fight started, which probably wouldn't be long in coming at this rate. He hoped Katara won, because he really wanted to see Toph in that outfit when they got married.
Katara brandished the robe at Toph again. "Toph, just put it on! It's for your wedding, you have to wear it!"
"No, I don't, Sweetness," Toph said. "I just have to get married, that's the only stipulation of that day. And I'm not wearing...that." The way 'that' rolled off her tongue like it was vile only seemed to infuriate Katara even more.
"What's wrong with it?" she demanded.
"It's ugly for one-"
"No, it isn't, it looks fine- oh, you!"
Toph was laughing. "It gets you every time, Sugar Queen," she said. "But seriously, I'm not wearing it."
Iroh spoke up from beside Zuko. "Toph, please," he said. "It is traditional for brides to wear this type of clothing, and it will only be only for a few hours. What's the harm?"
Toph's weakness was Iroh. "Fine, Gramps," she growled, "but only because you asked so nicely."
The men left politely to allow Toph to change, and then Iroh re-entered, leaving Zuko in the hall. He faintly heard his uncle mention future fittings and makeup choices, and that was when chaos broke free. He heard a cracking (of something that was undoubtedly very expensive) noise, followed by the whistle of water moving fast enough to slice the air, and then Iroh was diving out of the room.
Concerned, Zuko started to enter. Iroh struggled to his feet behind him and tried to warn him not to.
"It's enough to make the Dragon of the West run, nephew," he said. "Think about this."
Zuko froze momentarily, and it was a good thing he did, because the next moment, a wet chunk of tile that he recognised from the wall soared past his head and was embedded into another bit of wall.
"You can't even see what it looks like!" he heard Katara shriek. "You'll be wearing makeup for the rest of us! We're the ones who have to look at you- you'll at least make it a pleasant image!"
"I'm prettier than you are!" Toph yelled in reply.
"Nice try, but I'm not falling for that this time! You're blind, in case you've forgotten!"
"It's a little hard! You're not the one with sensory deprivation! Do you know how many social cues I miss because I can't see them?" Was he imagining things, or was that a note of fear in Toph's voice?
Katara fell for it, and he heard the splash of water on the floor as she released her hold on it.
"Oh, Toph," she whispered. "I'm sorry. I never thought about-"
"Sucker," Toph snickered, and Zuko knew she'd ripped a chunk of the floor up.
The battle raged for another few minutes before he grew desperate enough for his budget to intervene.
"Girls!" he shouted in his most authorative voice, walking into the room. "You're destroying the palace! Stop!"
Instantly, they both whirled on him, females united against an annoying male. At least they weren't tearing a very, very expensive room apart anymore.
Zuko gulped, and he could just hear Sokka in his head, saying, "...You idiot."
And Sokka was very, very right.
Title: In Which Toph Has A Dress Fitting
Chapter: N/A; complete oneshot
Characters/Pairings: Toph, Katara, Zuko, Iroh, Sokka; implied Zuko/Toph
Genre: Crack
Word Count: 609
Rating: K+
Notes: For yamikinoko, whose second request was "to see Toph being forced to do something girly and Zuko liking it very, very much [the situation is up to you]. Of course, Toph is too much awesome to be forced to do anything she doesn't want to do. Mayhem results. Bonus if you include Sokka for witty, snappy dialouge and Iroh for sheer awesomeness." Katara is a bonus. And sorry I couldn't fit Sokka anywhere else. The situation, which may requre a little explanation: there's a lot of Zuko/Katara fics where they have to marry because of some council's decision. This is basically the same thing, except that in an attempt to tame her and unite the nations, Toph is chosen instead. They're at a bridal wear fitting. I have no idea why Zuko is there. Or Iroh, really, except that he's important to Toph.
"I'm not wearing that."
It was a flat statement of fact that couldn't be argued with.
"Yes, you are."
That was also a flat statement of fact that couldn't be argued with.
Zuko was terribly amused, in what was possibly the most sadistic way possible. Two of the most stubborn people he knew were arguing, and for once he wasn't actually in danger...until the fight started, which probably wouldn't be long in coming at this rate. He hoped Katara won, because he really wanted to see Toph in that outfit when they got married.
Katara brandished the robe at Toph again. "Toph, just put it on! It's for your wedding, you have to wear it!"
"No, I don't, Sweetness," Toph said. "I just have to get married, that's the only stipulation of that day. And I'm not wearing...that." The way 'that' rolled off her tongue like it was vile only seemed to infuriate Katara even more.
"What's wrong with it?" she demanded.
"It's ugly for one-"
"No, it isn't, it looks fine- oh, you!"
Toph was laughing. "It gets you every time, Sugar Queen," she said. "But seriously, I'm not wearing it."
Iroh spoke up from beside Zuko. "Toph, please," he said. "It is traditional for brides to wear this type of clothing, and it will only be only for a few hours. What's the harm?"
Toph's weakness was Iroh. "Fine, Gramps," she growled, "but only because you asked so nicely."
The men left politely to allow Toph to change, and then Iroh re-entered, leaving Zuko in the hall. He faintly heard his uncle mention future fittings and makeup choices, and that was when chaos broke free. He heard a cracking (of something that was undoubtedly very expensive) noise, followed by the whistle of water moving fast enough to slice the air, and then Iroh was diving out of the room.
Concerned, Zuko started to enter. Iroh struggled to his feet behind him and tried to warn him not to.
"It's enough to make the Dragon of the West run, nephew," he said. "Think about this."
Zuko froze momentarily, and it was a good thing he did, because the next moment, a wet chunk of tile that he recognised from the wall soared past his head and was embedded into another bit of wall.
"You can't even see what it looks like!" he heard Katara shriek. "You'll be wearing makeup for the rest of us! We're the ones who have to look at you- you'll at least make it a pleasant image!"
"I'm prettier than you are!" Toph yelled in reply.
"Nice try, but I'm not falling for that this time! You're blind, in case you've forgotten!"
"It's a little hard! You're not the one with sensory deprivation! Do you know how many social cues I miss because I can't see them?" Was he imagining things, or was that a note of fear in Toph's voice?
Katara fell for it, and he heard the splash of water on the floor as she released her hold on it.
"Oh, Toph," she whispered. "I'm sorry. I never thought about-"
"Sucker," Toph snickered, and Zuko knew she'd ripped a chunk of the floor up.
The battle raged for another few minutes before he grew desperate enough for his budget to intervene.
"Girls!" he shouted in his most authorative voice, walking into the room. "You're destroying the palace! Stop!"
Instantly, they both whirled on him, females united against an annoying male. At least they weren't tearing a very, very expensive room apart anymore.
Zuko gulped, and he could just hear Sokka in his head, saying, "...You idiot."
And Sokka was very, very right.