Dumbest. Custom. Ever. (oneshot)
Title: Dumbest. Custom. Ever.
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Rating: T
Pairing: Toph/Sokka/Suki
Warnings: Threesome, allusions to underage sex (ohnoez >_>), unbeta'd.
Chapter: 1/1
Word Count: 1450
Notes: Written for genereaver, who bemoans the lack of Sukkoph in the fandom. C'mon people, OT3. OT3 = ♥ It's kinda angsty and kinda fluffy and really nothing like what I usually write, I don't think. But I love this pairing and want it to flooouuuuriiiiiish. D: (Also, this icon has rarely been so completely appropriate.)
Teaser: “I don’t see why,” she complained. “Aang’s my age and he’s engaged!”
. : Dumbest. Custom. Ever. : .
Suki was first, of course. Always first. First met, first born, first loved, first chosen, first bound. It was only fair, and it made too much sense to be upset about.
…But Toph was upset anyway.
“This is so unfair,” she stated, spinning stars of space-stone around in her hands, trying to focus on smoothing out the shapes dancing over her palm. Slowly, the three five-pointed stars each formed a sixth point, this one stretching down thinner and longer than the others. A moment more of spinning and she stopped, the stone dropping gently onto her pale hand.
She held out the newly-formed hairpins to her left without turning her head, brow knitted into an aggravated line, corners of her mouth turned down.
Suki took the shimmery black accessories with a smile. She knew how much it meant for Toph to lend out her chunk of space-stone, the first real gift Sokka had ever given her, and the fact that she did so without even being asked meant even more. “Thank you so much. They’re beautiful.”
“I expect them back as soon as the ceremony’s over.” Her voice dropped slightly, closer to a grumble. “If not, I’ll have to call them back myself and that’ll just look ridiculous.”
Suki chuckled lightly, sweeping her hair up into a twisting bun and driving the three pins each carefully into place to hold it up. “You’ll get them back, I promise. Not like I could hide them or anything.”
Toph gave a quick ‘hmph’ in reply.
With a sigh, Suki turned to face her again. “It’s just going to be another two years, Toph.”
“I don’t see why,” she complained. “Aang’s my age and he’s engaged!”
“He also isn’t getting married until he’s sixteen.” She looked back into the mirror and dusted a careful layer of white powder over her face. No heavy makeup this time; today she wasn’t a warrior, she was a woman. A woman who wasn’t very well going to get married covered in war paint. “Two more years.”
The blind Earthbending master scowled. “Doesn’t change anything. Have you seen how he and Katara hang all over each other?”
“Of course I have.” She reached over and poked the smaller girl in the temple. “I’ve also seen how you hang all over Sokka. And Sokka’s seen how you hang over me. And you’ve seen how Sokka hangs all over me.” She paused. “Well, more or less. Seeing is seeing, vision or not.”
“Right, duh.” Toph’s scowl only deepened and she pulled her legs up, circling them with her wiry arms. Already equal height with Suki, she’d been shaping up nicely in the couple years since the end of the war. And anyone that looked at her could tell she had plenty of growing left to do.
Most master Earthbenders turned out rather tall; it was obvious there was some correlation between Earthbending and height, although no one could say if they were tall because they could bend, or they bent better because they were predispositioned to being tall.
It was another of the things that had made Toph stand out without standing up-up until the last six months, she’d been so small. She hadn’t hit her growth spurt then; now that she had, it was a completely different story. Suki and Sokka, of course, had done their own growing in the last twenty-odd months, Sokka inching steadily closer to his father’s height and build, Suki’s girlish figure hardening into a more lithe, warrior-worthy build. The three of them were a force to be reckoned with no matter how you looked at it. Powerful, intelligent, and completely inseparable.
Which was what made today so hard on Toph.
“Why don’t you wait another two years? Then we can all do it together. The three of us, like it’s always been.” This time she was closer to pleading, hopeful and eager but still firm and commanding enough to prove she was aggravated.
“You know why I can’t,” Suki replied, standing up to smooth out the wrinkles in her under-robe, turning to pull the other layers of her dress off the back of her chair and pull them on one by one. First was the deep, earth brown dress that reached her ankles. “The other girls aren’t allowed to marry until I have, and it’s not fair to hold them back.”
Toph glared at nothing, her milky, unseeing eyes narrowed to slits. “Dumbest. Custom. Ever.”
“You’re telling me,” Suki heaved, taking a breath so she could tie the corset-belt that went over the soft red velvet garment layered over the heavy brown, the hem of this reaching the floor. “As if making us wear all this stupid-stupid-oh dammit.” She turned. “Toph, can you tie this for me?”
Toph rose to her feet, turning to face Suki and leaning in close. She tucked her pale arms under Suki’s, hands groping for her forearms-held behind her, keeping the laces taut-before running down the darker skin to her fingers, finding the troublesome leather cord and pulling it a little bit tighter before tying it off.
Suki gave a sigh of relief and leaned heavily against her partner. “Thanks Toph.”
“Don’t mention it,” she said flatly, starting to pull away.
She stopped when Suki slipped her arms around the younger girl’s shoulders and pulled her tight against her. “No,” the Kiyoshi warrior said, “thank you. For everything. For this. For you.”
It only took a second before Toph held her back, resting her chin against the curve where Suki’s neck met her shoulder and taking a deep breath. “…You smell really good today.”
“You think?”
She just nodded.
“…Are you going to be okay with this? Really?”
Again Toph nodded. “I guess…it doesn’t really change anything, right? Just ‘cause you two got married first doesn’t make you better than me or anything.”
Suki’s hold tightened. “Never. Nothing could ever be better than the three of us together.”
“Then…I’m okay.” Toph smiled and pulled back slowly, arms still around Suki’s waist. “I’ll be okay, I guess.”
“Good.” Suki leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. “I think I can finish getting ready on my own; can you go check in on Sokka and make sure he’s not doing something…”
“Freaky?” Toph chuckled. “Sure.” She returned the kiss, then pulled away and left.
Several minutes later, Suki heard the very distinct cry of “What do you mean only Suki gets to wear makeup?!” from Sokka in the next room.
She sighed and rolled her eyes, pulling on the final layer of her dress.
*
“She just does,” Toph stated blandly. “Stop whining and finish getting ready. It’s not like you need it anyway.”
“Oh yeah,” Sokka replied, “and you’re the perfect judge of whether or not I look better without a little makeup on.”
She folded her arms. “I’m pretty sure I am, yeah.”
Sokka gave her a look that he knew she couldn’t see, but would sense all the same. “How d’you figure that, oh brilliant one?”
“Your skin tastes a hell of a lot better the days you don’t wear makeup.”
The Water Tribe boy’s eyes widened to epic proportions. “Toph!” He exclaimed. “We do not talk about that sort of thing where other people can hear!”
“Maybe you don’t. Suki and I do it all the time.”
“And people call me the pervert!”
Toph grinned. “You are the one with two girlfriends.” She held up both hands, expression flattening. “Oh, wait, no, you’re the one with one fiancée and one girlfriend.”
Sokka’s comical expression faded, tone turning serious. “Toph, you know that-”
“I know,” she interjected. “Suki and I talked it through already.” She smiled a little. “As long as I’m still allowed in bed tonight, I’m fine.” She pointed at him, glowering and glaring. “And if I’m not, then none of us are gonna be having kids. Ever. Got it?”
He laughed. “Loud and clear.” He turned back to his mirror, adjusting the knot in his wolftail. “Is that what took you so long? I was sure Suki’d send you in here t’check on me a while ago.”
Toph shrugged, padding along the stone floor to stand behind him. “Mostly.” She leaned on the wooden siding of the mirror and grinned wickedly. She twirled one finger around, sending ripples out through the floor here and there. “After a while we got sick of me being a wet blanket and made out instead.”
Again Sokka made that scandalized, betrayed expression that he never meant, that Toph could never see but always-always-hear.
“Why do you two always do all the hot stuff when I’m not around?!”
. : End : .
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Rating: T
Pairing: Toph/Sokka/Suki
Warnings: Threesome, allusions to underage sex (ohnoez >_>), unbeta'd.
Chapter: 1/1
Word Count: 1450
Notes: Written for genereaver, who bemoans the lack of Sukkoph in the fandom. C'mon people, OT3. OT3 = ♥ It's kinda angsty and kinda fluffy and really nothing like what I usually write, I don't think. But I love this pairing and want it to flooouuuuriiiiiish. D: (Also, this icon has rarely been so completely appropriate.)
Teaser: “I don’t see why,” she complained. “Aang’s my age and he’s engaged!”
. : Dumbest. Custom. Ever. : .
Suki was first, of course. Always first. First met, first born, first loved, first chosen, first bound. It was only fair, and it made too much sense to be upset about.
…But Toph was upset anyway.
“This is so unfair,” she stated, spinning stars of space-stone around in her hands, trying to focus on smoothing out the shapes dancing over her palm. Slowly, the three five-pointed stars each formed a sixth point, this one stretching down thinner and longer than the others. A moment more of spinning and she stopped, the stone dropping gently onto her pale hand.
She held out the newly-formed hairpins to her left without turning her head, brow knitted into an aggravated line, corners of her mouth turned down.
Suki took the shimmery black accessories with a smile. She knew how much it meant for Toph to lend out her chunk of space-stone, the first real gift Sokka had ever given her, and the fact that she did so without even being asked meant even more. “Thank you so much. They’re beautiful.”
“I expect them back as soon as the ceremony’s over.” Her voice dropped slightly, closer to a grumble. “If not, I’ll have to call them back myself and that’ll just look ridiculous.”
Suki chuckled lightly, sweeping her hair up into a twisting bun and driving the three pins each carefully into place to hold it up. “You’ll get them back, I promise. Not like I could hide them or anything.”
Toph gave a quick ‘hmph’ in reply.
With a sigh, Suki turned to face her again. “It’s just going to be another two years, Toph.”
“I don’t see why,” she complained. “Aang’s my age and he’s engaged!”
“He also isn’t getting married until he’s sixteen.” She looked back into the mirror and dusted a careful layer of white powder over her face. No heavy makeup this time; today she wasn’t a warrior, she was a woman. A woman who wasn’t very well going to get married covered in war paint. “Two more years.”
The blind Earthbending master scowled. “Doesn’t change anything. Have you seen how he and Katara hang all over each other?”
“Of course I have.” She reached over and poked the smaller girl in the temple. “I’ve also seen how you hang all over Sokka. And Sokka’s seen how you hang over me. And you’ve seen how Sokka hangs all over me.” She paused. “Well, more or less. Seeing is seeing, vision or not.”
“Right, duh.” Toph’s scowl only deepened and she pulled her legs up, circling them with her wiry arms. Already equal height with Suki, she’d been shaping up nicely in the couple years since the end of the war. And anyone that looked at her could tell she had plenty of growing left to do.
Most master Earthbenders turned out rather tall; it was obvious there was some correlation between Earthbending and height, although no one could say if they were tall because they could bend, or they bent better because they were predispositioned to being tall.
It was another of the things that had made Toph stand out without standing up-up until the last six months, she’d been so small. She hadn’t hit her growth spurt then; now that she had, it was a completely different story. Suki and Sokka, of course, had done their own growing in the last twenty-odd months, Sokka inching steadily closer to his father’s height and build, Suki’s girlish figure hardening into a more lithe, warrior-worthy build. The three of them were a force to be reckoned with no matter how you looked at it. Powerful, intelligent, and completely inseparable.
Which was what made today so hard on Toph.
“Why don’t you wait another two years? Then we can all do it together. The three of us, like it’s always been.” This time she was closer to pleading, hopeful and eager but still firm and commanding enough to prove she was aggravated.
“You know why I can’t,” Suki replied, standing up to smooth out the wrinkles in her under-robe, turning to pull the other layers of her dress off the back of her chair and pull them on one by one. First was the deep, earth brown dress that reached her ankles. “The other girls aren’t allowed to marry until I have, and it’s not fair to hold them back.”
Toph glared at nothing, her milky, unseeing eyes narrowed to slits. “Dumbest. Custom. Ever.”
“You’re telling me,” Suki heaved, taking a breath so she could tie the corset-belt that went over the soft red velvet garment layered over the heavy brown, the hem of this reaching the floor. “As if making us wear all this stupid-stupid-oh dammit.” She turned. “Toph, can you tie this for me?”
Toph rose to her feet, turning to face Suki and leaning in close. She tucked her pale arms under Suki’s, hands groping for her forearms-held behind her, keeping the laces taut-before running down the darker skin to her fingers, finding the troublesome leather cord and pulling it a little bit tighter before tying it off.
Suki gave a sigh of relief and leaned heavily against her partner. “Thanks Toph.”
“Don’t mention it,” she said flatly, starting to pull away.
She stopped when Suki slipped her arms around the younger girl’s shoulders and pulled her tight against her. “No,” the Kiyoshi warrior said, “thank you. For everything. For this. For you.”
It only took a second before Toph held her back, resting her chin against the curve where Suki’s neck met her shoulder and taking a deep breath. “…You smell really good today.”
“You think?”
She just nodded.
“…Are you going to be okay with this? Really?”
Again Toph nodded. “I guess…it doesn’t really change anything, right? Just ‘cause you two got married first doesn’t make you better than me or anything.”
Suki’s hold tightened. “Never. Nothing could ever be better than the three of us together.”
“Then…I’m okay.” Toph smiled and pulled back slowly, arms still around Suki’s waist. “I’ll be okay, I guess.”
“Good.” Suki leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. “I think I can finish getting ready on my own; can you go check in on Sokka and make sure he’s not doing something…”
“Freaky?” Toph chuckled. “Sure.” She returned the kiss, then pulled away and left.
Several minutes later, Suki heard the very distinct cry of “What do you mean only Suki gets to wear makeup?!” from Sokka in the next room.
She sighed and rolled her eyes, pulling on the final layer of her dress.
*
“She just does,” Toph stated blandly. “Stop whining and finish getting ready. It’s not like you need it anyway.”
“Oh yeah,” Sokka replied, “and you’re the perfect judge of whether or not I look better without a little makeup on.”
She folded her arms. “I’m pretty sure I am, yeah.”
Sokka gave her a look that he knew she couldn’t see, but would sense all the same. “How d’you figure that, oh brilliant one?”
“Your skin tastes a hell of a lot better the days you don’t wear makeup.”
The Water Tribe boy’s eyes widened to epic proportions. “Toph!” He exclaimed. “We do not talk about that sort of thing where other people can hear!”
“Maybe you don’t. Suki and I do it all the time.”
“And people call me the pervert!”
Toph grinned. “You are the one with two girlfriends.” She held up both hands, expression flattening. “Oh, wait, no, you’re the one with one fiancée and one girlfriend.”
Sokka’s comical expression faded, tone turning serious. “Toph, you know that-”
“I know,” she interjected. “Suki and I talked it through already.” She smiled a little. “As long as I’m still allowed in bed tonight, I’m fine.” She pointed at him, glowering and glaring. “And if I’m not, then none of us are gonna be having kids. Ever. Got it?”
He laughed. “Loud and clear.” He turned back to his mirror, adjusting the knot in his wolftail. “Is that what took you so long? I was sure Suki’d send you in here t’check on me a while ago.”
Toph shrugged, padding along the stone floor to stand behind him. “Mostly.” She leaned on the wooden siding of the mirror and grinned wickedly. She twirled one finger around, sending ripples out through the floor here and there. “After a while we got sick of me being a wet blanket and made out instead.”
Again Sokka made that scandalized, betrayed expression that he never meant, that Toph could never see but always-always-hear.
“Why do you two always do all the hot stuff when I’m not around?!”
. : End : .