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[ATLA/Korra] what her heart sounds like (Toph gen)
Title: what her heart sounds like
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender/Legend of Korra
Length: 361 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: Avatar: The Last Airbender. Toph Bei Fong, "That looks more like a potato."
Pairing: Toph gen with Katara/Aang
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "A potato, though?" Aang is saying in that wheedling voice he uses when Toph isn't appreciating something as much as he thinks she should be. Fortunately Zuko interrupts the probable lecture on the beauty of human life.
The first baby Toph ever holds is Bumi. She can feel the tension in Katara's shoulders when she hands the infant over. It isn't that Katara distrusts her, Toph knows, it's just that she has already begun the over-the-top protectiveness of her mothering. Toph isn't exactly her ideal role model, not that the baby would even remember this moment. He's small and smells faintly of old milk. Toph holds him perfectly, the way Katara explained, with a hand to support his tiny neck. She is quiet for a long moment. She can feel his tiny heartbeat.
"He looks like a potato," Toph announces. Aang sputters, but Katara relaxes, possibly for the first time since she gave birth.
"Potatoes don't suck so hard," Katara says, dryly, and Toph laughs. She settles the baby into the crook of her arm. He fits in her hands better than she expected.
"Eww," Sokka says fervently, and then, "Wait... You've got to stop doing that, Toph."
"You've got to stop falling for it," she suggests instead. She gives the baby a little pat with her callused hand and then hands him back to Katara. She can hear Zuko coming down the hall and the short, wobbly steps of his daughter behind. She didn't see the Fire Princess when the girl was still a babe in arms, but she's pretty sure she still wins the position of favorite aunt.
"A potato, though?" Aang is saying in that wheedling voice he uses when Toph isn't appreciating something as much as he thinks she should be. Fortunately Zuko interrupts the probable lecture on the beauty of human life.
"Congratulations," he says, holding hands with his own toddler, and Toph has to get out before it gets any more mushy. She does leave her baby gift, however-- a rattle, made of carefully blunted metal. She's sure he'll be banging it on walls and future siblings before long.
She isn't ready for a potato of her own yet, but maybe it won't be so bad to think about sometime. Right now, however, as a cry splits the silence, she's glad that she has to get back to work.
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender/Legend of Korra
Length: 361 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: Avatar: The Last Airbender. Toph Bei Fong, "That looks more like a potato."
Pairing: Toph gen with Katara/Aang
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "A potato, though?" Aang is saying in that wheedling voice he uses when Toph isn't appreciating something as much as he thinks she should be. Fortunately Zuko interrupts the probable lecture on the beauty of human life.
The first baby Toph ever holds is Bumi. She can feel the tension in Katara's shoulders when she hands the infant over. It isn't that Katara distrusts her, Toph knows, it's just that she has already begun the over-the-top protectiveness of her mothering. Toph isn't exactly her ideal role model, not that the baby would even remember this moment. He's small and smells faintly of old milk. Toph holds him perfectly, the way Katara explained, with a hand to support his tiny neck. She is quiet for a long moment. She can feel his tiny heartbeat.
"He looks like a potato," Toph announces. Aang sputters, but Katara relaxes, possibly for the first time since she gave birth.
"Potatoes don't suck so hard," Katara says, dryly, and Toph laughs. She settles the baby into the crook of her arm. He fits in her hands better than she expected.
"Eww," Sokka says fervently, and then, "Wait... You've got to stop doing that, Toph."
"You've got to stop falling for it," she suggests instead. She gives the baby a little pat with her callused hand and then hands him back to Katara. She can hear Zuko coming down the hall and the short, wobbly steps of his daughter behind. She didn't see the Fire Princess when the girl was still a babe in arms, but she's pretty sure she still wins the position of favorite aunt.
"A potato, though?" Aang is saying in that wheedling voice he uses when Toph isn't appreciating something as much as he thinks she should be. Fortunately Zuko interrupts the probable lecture on the beauty of human life.
"Congratulations," he says, holding hands with his own toddler, and Toph has to get out before it gets any more mushy. She does leave her baby gift, however-- a rattle, made of carefully blunted metal. She's sure he'll be banging it on walls and future siblings before long.
She isn't ready for a potato of her own yet, but maybe it won't be so bad to think about sometime. Right now, however, as a cry splits the silence, she's glad that she has to get back to work.