My ships
In order from straight to les to gay
Sukka (I think it’s very cute and actually healthy)
Kataang (same reason as sukka )
Yuekka ( love at first sight at its finest)
Tophkka (I don’t like most of the shippers cause they give me homophobic vibes for some reason but I vibe with this ship)
Tophaang ( idk what to say except it’s cute)
Les gxg
Katoph ( katara and toph are the meaning of only I can call her that)
Yuetara ( they had some cute af scenes I absolutely loved)
Sukitara ( they would kick a** together)
Yueki( if they met they would make fun of sokka)
Sukilee( they met once and I ship it)
Sukitoph(toph was actually secretly happy)
Mailee ( ty lee betrayed azula for mai)
I’m gonna make a pt2 cause tumblr ruined my post
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The Pie’s Burning
Translation Drabbles: Day Six
Pairing: Taang
Series: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Language: Dutch
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Aang took a deep breath, willing his hands to stop shaking as he sprinkled lychee nuts and berries into the bowl. He kept his head down and tried to withhold the blush threatening to cover his cheeks. Right across from him sat the source of his discomfort: Toph Bei Fong. She looked as if she belonged in the Fire Nation, her clothes a vibrant mix of reds and golds. He shook some salt into the bowl, stretching to grab the spoon when she refused to budge from her spot.
Toph cleared her throat, her sightless eyes narrowing in annoyance. He pretended not to notice, hastily adding milk and sugar to the mixture. He knew that she felt the nervous pounding of his heart just as well as he knew that he could never out-silence her whenever she wanted to figure out whatever it was that was bothering him.
As much as he loved her way of showing concern, he really didn’t trust himself to speak at the moment. Not about the topic at hand.
He hoped that he wouldn’t have to do this; that he wouldn’t need to confess to her. Before the war had ended she had made herself a vital part of his life but now, as they traveled the world and tried to bring peace to damaged villages, her presence in his life had grown. She already was a constant while he was awake, but now she was everywhere: in his dreams, in his thoughts, in his fantasies. He gnawed at the inside of his cheek, frustrated at his own hesitation.
She was his best friend -- even more than Bumi ever was -- he was supposed to be able to tell her everything. He heard the impatient tap of her toes against the floor and continued to ignore her and her unspoken questions, instead focusing on mixing the dough.
Over and over and over again he thought about how his confession would go and how their friendship would change. There was a chance she would say that she felt the same; but there was a larger chance that she only held platonic feelings towards him. That she would become uncomfortable in knowing about his attraction to her, that she would avoid him. But no, he knew that Toph didn’t avoid people. She had beat it into his head over and over again during his training for him not to make that mistake.
If Toph didn’t like skirting around the issue of his probably one-sided crush, she would just tell him to his face that she didn’t want to be his friend anymore and leave. Maybe she would finally go off, find some students, and settle down in a metalbending school. Maybe she would decide to stay with Zuko and help him with security in his rebuilding nation. Maybe she would go to Ba Sing Se and have a vacation with Iroh. What then?
Then he would be left alone; sure he would always have Appa and Momo travelling with him, and he would constantly get letters from Katara and Sokka and Zuko and Suki whenever they could write; but without Toph by his side, without her being his best friend he wasn’t really Aang. He would just be the Avatar.
No. He shook his head, catching himself before the destructive thinking could consume him even further. He made the mistake of glancing up, wincing a bit as he caught her look. It was honestly amazing how expressive her blind eyes were, they were so murky yet incredibly beautiful and--
No. He couldn’t. She was his best friend.
Frustrated, Toph leaned one elbow on the counter, unconcerned at the powdery flour that clung to her skin. She let out a little huff, the edges of her bangs fluttering. “I’m waiting, Twinkletoes. Get on with it.”
“Would you believe me if I said it was about those language scrolls I’ve been translating?”
“Nope.” She frowned, her nose crinkling in anger and worry, “Tell me what’s wrong, Aang.”
“I’ve been practicing on my pronunciation. I’ve really gotten better.” He forced out a laugh, quickly floating over to the oven. He lit a flame on his palm and fed the concealed fire, desperate to keep his heart rate steady. As long as he didn’t lie she wouldn’t find out…
Shaking his head from the heat, he failed to repress his jump as the short earthbender approached from behind, leaning up and placing a rough hand on his shoulder. Toph yanked him down and rapped her knuckles on the crown of his head, the curl of her lips twisting down in irritation, “You’re doing that flowy airbender thing, Twinkles. Stop avoiding the question.”
“Ik wil met je uitgaan, Toph.” I want to date you, Toph.
She blinked, her face unimpressed. Aang felt a little jolt of nervousness at her arched brow, “And what does that mean? I don’t speak ancient airbender, Twinkles.”
“Aapveren, ik weet niet waarom ik niet kan zeggen dat ik bij je wil zijn.” He stared at her face, transfixed at how the crimson of her tunic made her seem even paler than normal. Monkeyfeathers, I don’t know why I can’t just tell you that I want to be with you.
His gaze slid down to her lips and an idea sparked in his mind for half a second before he dismissed it. That would be a horrible idea. Any aspect of their friendship would be irreparably broken. But he wanted to. Dear spirits he wanted to.
Before he could stop himself, he mumbled out, “Zou je boos zijn als ik je kuste?” Toph hummed in thought, reacting more to the drastic jump in his heartbeat rather than whatever he was asking. Would you be mad if I kissed you?
He sighed, dragging his hands over his blushing face, “Natuurlijk zou je boos zijn. Je denkt dat ik alleen maar een vriend ben. Niets meer dan dat.” He felt as she poked at his shoulder, waiting for a translation he wasn’t ready to offer yet. Of course you would be mad. You think I’m only a friend. Nothing more than that.
Aang turned to her, his gray eyes widening as he realized how close she was. That horribly wonderful idea flitted back into his mind again, and he swallowed thickly. If Toph cared about their proximity or his reaction to it, her features didn't show it, but he was sure that she had noticed.
Against his better judgement, he started to lean closer, feeling as her hands came up to steady her weight on his shoulders. Their foreheads rested together and he sighed, enjoying the scent of jasmine tea and dust that clung to her. He could feel the skin of her forehead bunch up in confusion and came back to reality, jerking away from her with a snap.
He shakily rubbed the back of his neck, awkwardly mumbling out, “Sorry, zoned out a bit.” He backed away from her, barely holding back a wince as he bumped into the counter. He avoided looking at her face, knowing that after that lapse, she knew. “I think the pie is burning…”
“Twinkles…”
He all but stuck his face onto the oven’s door, sniffing exaggeratedly, “Well, would you look at that!” He needed to get out of there. “Looks like it still needs to bake some more. I’ll just go wait with Momo…”
“Aang.”
He froze, just a stride away from the door. For half a second, the idea of ignoring her again and airbending out the door flickered in his mind, but she prevented that, the tile bending up and wrapping around his ankle. She marched up to him, her face worryingly blank.
She merely stood in front of him, her arms crossed and her shoulders squared. They stood in silence for nearly a minute, each second tightening the vice around his heart and making the flutters in his stomach worsen. Still, they stayed silent: Aang out of fear, Toph out of contemplation.
The earthbender tilted her head to the side, her fingers curling into fists along the bends of her arms. Her eyebrows slowly raised in a mocking fashion, and the airbender couldn’t help but be glad that she couldn’t see his face.
“What was that?”
He wanted to sink into the ground, but he knew that it wouldn’t help; she would be able to find him. She raised her chin until they were nearly eye to eye, her expression unreadable. She waited until he finally allowed his eyes to raise to her face.
“I asked you a question, Aang. Answer it.”
The pie seemed to be burning now and he considered going back to the oven.
“No more avoiding this.”
He wriggled insecurely, fiddling with his fingertips. The monk looked away, muttering lowly, “I was going to kiss you.”
There was a beat of silence. Then it was broken by the tomboy’s humorless chuckle, “You were doing a crap job at it.”
Pewter eyes blinked once, twice, three times. Toph seemed to smirk at his dumbfounded demeanor, although she hid her face behind her bangs, apprehensively picking behind her ear. She raised herself up on her toes, smirking confidently as their noses brushed together.
He blushed down to his roots.
Toph grinned, her hands perched on his biceps for balance. Aang noticed the soft blush that covered her cheeks and felt his gaze drift down to her mouth. He licked his lips and leaned down.
She met him halfway.
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