Hello,can i request toph beifong and fem reader getting married ? (you can invite the gaang to the wedding if you want too)
Please and thank you! (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡
wedding (toph x f!reader) with the gaang!
content: fluff, marriage, fem presenting!reader, whipped!toph, chaotic wedding with the rest of the gaang (they’re your little helpers)
summary: you get married to toph today!
banner art creds: schwesterchiz on ig!
“i think this shade’s waaaay better on you!” aang cheerfully waved a dark blackberry lipstick in front of your face, while you were sat — with your huge, gorgeous wedding dress — in front of your messy vanity.
katara snatched it from his hands, annoyed, pointing at him with it, “no! stay out of this, aang. i’m the one in charge of makeup, so i know what suits her best.”
he raised his arms in mock surrender, pouting, “but the one you picked is boring. mine is much better.”
you facepalmed as they kept bickering (once more), your hair and makeup nowhere near done with their constant in-fighting. you watched them, exasperated but fond; this is what a married couple looked like. this is what you and toph were about to be like.
the thought made you smile sappily, clutching your dress tighter.
katara got back to powdering your skin, all while still arguing with her husband, when a tired, disheveled zuko walked in. you chuckled at the sight, “having a hard time with tophie?”
he groaned, running a hand over his face, “please, she’s a disaster to work with. she won’t even let me touch her hair! and she’s so picky about her outfit, it’s not like she can see it anyway.”
“i heard that!” toph’s voice pitched up as she came in, wearing her blazer and only her pj shorts underneath. she put her hand over her hip, pointing (inaccurately) at zuko with her free one. “it’s not my fault your taste sucks.”
he sighed, seizing her shoulders and pushing her out, “just go back. where even is sokka? i left him with you.”
“okay fine, i kicked his ass. but he deserved it. he kept laughing at me.”
their voices faded in the hallway, and you laughed.
“hey! you’re gonna smudge your makeup!” katara lightly scolded you, your movement ruining her eyeliner attempts.
your continued giggling made the other two crack a smile as well, as you all laughed together.
“good luck marrying that,” aang said between snickers.
you chuckled, carefully wiping at the forming tears in your eyes, “hey, not too much now. i love that chaotic woman.”
he playfully rolled his eyes, “oh trust me, we know.”
katara smiled, tugging at your eyelid as she drew a smooth curve, “i can’t believe you guys are actually getting married. you’re a pretty big deal, getting the toph beifong who hates being tied down to marry you.”
“you’ve got her wrapped around your little finger!” aang agreed, starting on the curling iron.
you only blushed, your heart filled with joy. you were marrying toph.
“woah,” aang’s eyes widened when your look was finally done. you got up, checking yourself in the mirror. you added a white lace bolero on top of your dress, your hair gorgeously done, makeup perfected by katara’s meticulous hands.
“you’re such a beautiful bride,” she sighed softly, an affectionate smile on her lips as she patted your arms, looking at your reflection over your shoulder. “it’s a shame toph can’t see it.”
you nodded, pursing your lips a little. you did come to accept the fact that your lover would never ever see you, but it did still slightly sting when she couldn’t see you on your most important day, at the prettiest you’d ever been.
you were about to wallow a bit more in your sadness, when sokka slammed the door open, panicking.
“help me hide!” he whined, looking around desperately, before crawling down under your vanity. you raised your eyebrow, confused, “sokka? are you okay—”
“sokka!!” toph’s scream rang out through the corridor, making all four of you jump. she angrily stormed in, fists clenched. “where are you!? come on out! what the hell did you do to my hair!”
you watched sokka shush you all with a motion of his finger, and you glanced up at her.
she was so beautiful. the suit fit her like a glove, perfectly snug against her muscles, and loose in places it needed to be. the hair she complained about was tied up in a high pony, unlike her usual bun, letting her luscious dark locks cascade down her back like a river of night and ebony, her bangs framing her furrowed brows and teal eyes.
“toph,” you managed to get out, snapping out of your stupor. “i-i think it looks great on you.”
her expression softened, a shy blush setting on her cheeks. she huffed, crossing her arms and facing away. “um.. you think so?”
you nodded, just as bashful, “yes, it’s gorgeous.”
she cleared her throat, trying to hide how flustered she was. “hm.. i suppose i can keep it this way then.”
sokka got up from his hiding place, throwing his arms up in the air, “this is so unfair! i kept telling you it looked good— ouch!”
she sent the closest object to her flying his way right after sensing his voice. she scoffed, still red, “s-shut up! your opinion doesn’t matter.”
that earned a stifled chuckle from the rest of you, while sokka only whined. she did, in fact, not care about anyone else’s word but yours.
the reminder made you cheesily grin at yourself.
“i’m sure you’re ethereal today,” she smiled, holding your hands, as the priest read over both of you.
you squeezed hers back, returning her smile, “thank you, sweetheart. so are you.”
she brought your wrist to her lips, pressing a gentle kiss there, “i don’t need to see you to know how beautiful you are, so don’t be upset about that, hm?”
you blushed. so she knew you thought about that, huh? she really was—
“… take toph to be your wife?” you snapped out of your daydream at the priest’s raised voice, as he made sure he had your attention. you flushed furiously, ashamed, nodding for him to continue. “do you promise to be faithful to her in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love her and to honor her all the days of your life?”
you took a deep breath, fingers shakily curling around toph’s. “i do.”
she smiled fondly, leaning in closer.
the priest nodded, turning to look at her now. “and do you, toph beifong, take—”
she huffed, impatient, “oh enough of that already. of course i do.” she claimed your lips immediately, wasting no time.
you gasped into her mouth, embarrassed and surprised. god, you don’t just cut off a priest’s speech!
you tried pushing her off to properly scold her and correct this mess, but your protests melted when she grabbed handfuls of your ass — right there in front of all your family and friends — pulling you flush against her as she sloppily made out with you.
the last thing you remembered were cheers from the gaang, the priest’s baffled grumbling, as your arms wrapped around her neck, closing your eyes and tasting the love of your life on your needy tongue.
you were married to toph fucking beifong, to hell with etiquette.
