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[Avatar] an awful good girl (Toph/Zuko)
Title: an awful good girl
Fandom: Avatar
Length: 458 words
Prompt: Christmas card fic!
Pairing: Toph/Zuko established
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "So you give each other presents because it's the sun's birthday? This is probably the shortest day of the whole year. That doesn't make any sense," Toph said.
"So you give each other presents because it's the sun's birthday? This is probably the shortest day of the whole year. That doesn't make any sense," Toph said.
Zuko sighed. Twice, in fact, as he considered and discarded several different replies, including a rhetorical question about how much she paid attention to her cultural tutors. (He knew how much; they complained almost weekly about her lack of respect for the material. If he hadn't seen her perform perfectly in the royal court, he'd actually believe them.)
"Well, that's when it's all new. The sun," he said. He frowned at his paperwork and thought he should make it a crime to have such awful handwriting when submitting proposals to the Firelord.
"Happy birthday, baby sun. You don't need any solar bottles or diapers, so we'll give each other presents?"
Zuko corrected a character on the page, and then nodded.
"Seems more practical," she said, and nodded before swinging up onto Zuko's desk. The papers crackled underneath her. Zuko gave up and looked up at her, finally. He wasn't sure how she knew when he wasn't paying attention, but she always did. Toph was comfortable in a loose dress (pants underneath, he'd bet), her hair braided messily over her shoulder. He tugged on the end of her braid and she grinned at him.
"You'll get something nice," he said. "The gift of the Firelord to his Firelady is a symbol of the gift of the sky to the sun. It's a big deal."
"Guess I'd better think of something good to give you back," she said, putting on a pondering look.
"No more statues, please," he said, rolling his eyes. "The garden looks like a graveyard."
"I re-posed them last week. Now it looks like a conga line."
"That will thrill the art historians," he answered dryly.
"Maybe until next time I get bored. You want me to finish this up for you?" She held up some of the papers that she hadn't managed to sit on or knock off the desk.
He laughed -- just a little, but enough. "No, I'm almost done. Go back to -- go find something unoffensive to do and we'll get dinner when I'm done."
"I'll hold you to that," she said, slipping off the desk in another cascade of paperwork.
"Thanks," he said. "Happy Sun Renewal, Toph."
"Happy Sun Renewal, Sparky," she said, slipping out of the room, and he bent back to his work, still smiling a little.
Fandom: Avatar
Length: 458 words
Prompt: Christmas card fic!
Pairing: Toph/Zuko established
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "So you give each other presents because it's the sun's birthday? This is probably the shortest day of the whole year. That doesn't make any sense," Toph said.
"So you give each other presents because it's the sun's birthday? This is probably the shortest day of the whole year. That doesn't make any sense," Toph said.
Zuko sighed. Twice, in fact, as he considered and discarded several different replies, including a rhetorical question about how much she paid attention to her cultural tutors. (He knew how much; they complained almost weekly about her lack of respect for the material. If he hadn't seen her perform perfectly in the royal court, he'd actually believe them.)
"Well, that's when it's all new. The sun," he said. He frowned at his paperwork and thought he should make it a crime to have such awful handwriting when submitting proposals to the Firelord.
"Happy birthday, baby sun. You don't need any solar bottles or diapers, so we'll give each other presents?"
Zuko corrected a character on the page, and then nodded.
"Seems more practical," she said, and nodded before swinging up onto Zuko's desk. The papers crackled underneath her. Zuko gave up and looked up at her, finally. He wasn't sure how she knew when he wasn't paying attention, but she always did. Toph was comfortable in a loose dress (pants underneath, he'd bet), her hair braided messily over her shoulder. He tugged on the end of her braid and she grinned at him.
"You'll get something nice," he said. "The gift of the Firelord to his Firelady is a symbol of the gift of the sky to the sun. It's a big deal."
"Guess I'd better think of something good to give you back," she said, putting on a pondering look.
"No more statues, please," he said, rolling his eyes. "The garden looks like a graveyard."
"I re-posed them last week. Now it looks like a conga line."
"That will thrill the art historians," he answered dryly.
"Maybe until next time I get bored. You want me to finish this up for you?" She held up some of the papers that she hadn't managed to sit on or knock off the desk.
He laughed -- just a little, but enough. "No, I'm almost done. Go back to -- go find something unoffensive to do and we'll get dinner when I'm done."
"I'll hold you to that," she said, slipping off the desk in another cascade of paperwork.
"Thanks," he said. "Happy Sun Renewal, Toph."
"Happy Sun Renewal, Sparky," she said, slipping out of the room, and he bent back to his work, still smiling a little.