You can call me Jay! This blog is 18+ so minors dni!! My requests are currently open for all atla/tlok female characters for x fem reader.
Just know that your request probably wont be answered for a minute because I am currently behind. I will add more characters to this list once I get requests for them.
I'm just throwing things around I know alot of other fandoms are having them for ships and I wanted to know if I made one for the Beifongs would y'all participate? Like you guys send in prompts and the most voted ones get selected. You can make fanart, oneshots, drabbles etc for it. (If someone's already done this link it cus I want to participate.)
Synopsis: You visit korra right before her probending match and she cant keep her hands off of you.
Content: sfw, fluff, flirty!reader
When you initially arrived at the gym twenty minutes before your girlfriend's pro-bending match, your only intention had been to wish her luck before slipping back out to your seat. You had promised her when the season started that you wouldn't be a distraction, especially on game day. The problem with that was whenever you were near korra she couldn't keep her hands off of you.
The moment the gym doors swung open and the sharp click of your heels echoed across the floor, Korra knew it was you before she even looked in your direction.
You were wearing her jersey, the oversized fabric was tied neatly at your back to showcase your navel piercing that was glinting just beneath the hem. Your ears and wrists were adorned with diamonds Korra insisted on showering you with. You had found out very early in your relationship that gift giving was one of her many love languages which you didn't mind. You were the epitome of beauty today, your matching skirt shimmered as you crossed the floor, each confident step drawing you closer to her.
Korra's concentration disappeared instantly. The ribbon of water she had been bending lost its shape, crashing to the ground in a loud splash as her eyes traveled slowly over you, taking in every carefully chosen detail of your outfit and sway of your curvaceous hips.
She didn't even give you the chance to take another step. Korra was on you before you could even greet her properly, her strong arms wrapping securely around your waist as she effortlessly lifted you off the floor. Korra tucked her face against your neck, pressing a gentle kiss to your pulse that sent a laugh bubbling from your lips.
“Baby.” You smiled, your hands settling on her broad shoulders as you dangled a few inches above the ground. “Put me down. You're going to wrinkle my outfit, and you know the press notice every little thing.”
“Fine,” Korra sighed, reluctantly lowering you back onto your feet, making no effort to let go as her arms remained comfortably around your waist. “Only because I know how long you spent getting ready.”
You let your manicured fingers trail slowly down the definition of her arm, watching with quiet satisfaction as the lean muscle shifted beneath your touch. Your gaze darkened as you openly reveled in how sensitive she was to your touch even here.
“How thoughtful of you.” You murmured, an appreciative smile tugging at your lips. “I'll have to find a way to repay you later.”
Korra's attention dropped to your mouth, her expression darkening into something that made warmth bloom beneath your skin. When she spoke next, her voice had fallen to a low, rumble that was just as charged as the air around you. “I'm looking forward to it, princess.”
The sound of it settled deep in your stomach, sending a pleasant flutter through you. You closed the remaining distance, your fingers curling around the sleeves of her uniform as your lips hovered just shy of hers. Each word ghosted across her mouth, close enough to steal her breath without quite giving her the kiss she wanted.
“And if you win,” You whispered, your voice dropping an octave. “I might even let you tie me u-..”
“Korra!” Mako's voice echoed through the gym, startling the both of you apart. He stood in the doorway with his hands planted firmly on his hips, looking between the two of you with exasperation. “We're on in five! What are you doing? We don't need any distractions right now.”
The warmth that had filled Korra's expression moments ago vanished almost instantly at the sound of his voice. Her body was coiled with a defensive tension that tightened her shoulders.
“She's not a distraction,” Korra shot back, her eyes narrowing as she met his stare. “She's my girlfriend, and she can be here if she wants.”
For a moment, it looked like Mako was ready to argue. The words sitting on the tip of his tongue before he seemed to think better of it.
“You better be out there when they announce us.” He muttered instead, slamming the gym door shut behind him.
Korra let out a frustrated breath, still glaring at the spot where he'd been standing before finally turning back to you. “We lose one match all season and suddenly he's Mister 'Nobody Gets to Have Fun.' Seriously, what is his problem?”
You smiled softly and lifted a hand to her cheek, your palm settling against her warm skin. You allowed your thumb to brush lightly along her jaw before gently tipping her chin downward so your eyes could meet those familiar cerulean irises that softened the instant they found you.
“Baby,” You said quietly, your voice carrying that sweet tone that calmed Korra every time, “he wasn't completely wrong. We got a little carried away. I only came to wish you good luck.”
Korra pouted, her gloved hands drifting slowly down your sides, palming over every inch of exposed skin they could find like touching you might somehow bring her luck before the match.
“You're so damn gorgeous, baby,” She groaned, unable to tear her eyes away. “How am I supposed to focus knowing you're sitting in the crowd looking like this?”
Your eyes sparkled with amusement as you indulged her wandering hands for another second before slipping just beyond her reach. “You're going to get me banned from the gym.”
Korra immediately reached for you again, only to come up empty as you stepped away. She stared at you with exaggerated disbelief. “C'mere. And if they do ban you..” A crooked grin spread across her face. “Maybe I'll pull a few Avatar strings.”
A laugh escaped you as you shook your head. “We don't have time for this.”
She sighed dramatically, letting her hands fall as though she were finally giving up. Then, without warning, a gentle current of air wrapped around your waist.
A startled gasp left your lips as the gust swept you back into her arms, your body colliding with her solid chest. The playful breeze caught the hem of your skirt, lifting it just enough to expose a little more of your thigh, and Korra's gaze shamelessly followed.
“I can't believe you just–” Your protest dissolved the second her lips found yours.
She kissed you with enough passion to steal every coherent thought from your mind. One of her hands rested securely at your waist while the other cradled the side of your neck, letting you know she had no intention of letting you escape again.
You melted into the kiss, your lips parting as she slipped her tongue into your mouth to deepen it. You were so lost in the feel of her lips moving against yours that you almost missed the arena bell ringing, signaling another match just ended.
Korra pulled back with a frustrated groan, resting her forehead against yours while her breath mingled with your own.
“Fuck.” She cursed, reluctant to move. “I really have to go this time.”
Your lips upturned into a reassuring smile. “I'll be waiting right here after you win, baby.”
That seemed to motivate her. She stole one last quick kiss before letting her arms fall to her sides. Korra started walking backward toward the exit without taking her eyes off you.
“I'm holding you to that.” She husked, licking her lips. “Dinner at my place tonight?”
You blushed, folding your arms across your chest to regain your composure. “Of course, as long as I'm the meal. Now go win your match.”
Korra threw a triumphant fist into the air before turning on her heel and jogging toward the arena, she would win you that match no matter what.
AN: I'm still getting a feel of writing for korra so give me some time to figure out her characterization. Send me some of your hcs as well it might help with writing her.
𓏲ּ𝄢 wrapper is wrinkled but the candy is still sweet .ᐟ
╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ 18+ nsfw, fluff, modern au, older toph, younger reader (not that young because I'm not a weirdo!), age gap, mommy kink, praise, nipple play, oral, dom!toph, black coded reader (anyone can enjoy, of course!), finger sucking, strap usage (referred to as a dick) ─ basically filth and cute stuff wrapped into one big present
╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ synopsis: headcanons of big mama toph and her wife ─ art by osteoueso on twitter
wc: 1k (˵◝ ⩊ ◜˵マ
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: loves spoiling her beautiful girl. anything you want, she'll give it to you, no questions. you want a few hundred dollars to go to the mall? she'll let you take her card! you've been eyeing some new shoes recently? you can get them in every color! want a new set of acrylic nails? you're already heading to the nearest salon. there's food at an expensive restaurant that you've been dying to try? reservation immediately booked.
all you have to do is say the word and it's yours. as long as you're good for her, of course .ᐟ
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: who is so strict, especially when it's time to go to bed. you wouldn't describe yourself as a night owl, but some days you just can't sleep and decide to stay up and watch tv in the living room to not wake your wife up. yeah...not the best choice
when she hears the tv, she walks out the bedroom and finds you sitting peacefully on the couch. then, without warning, her strong arms lift you up and throws you over her shoulder.
"what the- baby! what are you doing?!" you exclaim, lightly smacking her back in protest while kicking your legs. she slaps your ass as she starts walking back to the room. "cut all of that out" her voice is groggy and slighty irritated. you did interrupt her sleep after all, "what did I tell you about staying up late?"
"but i can't sleep" you whine. she lays you on the bed and wraps her beefy arms around you, locking you against her chest. "well, try." she mutters, already falling back to sleep
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: tells you to model for her whenever she buys you new clothes. at first this confused you, I mean she can't see so what's the point. however, that's the thing—she doesn't need to see how you look, she can just feel instead.
for example: one day she bought you the cutest pink baby tee, but when you looked in the mirror to see how it fit, it looked a bit too tight. "hmm...i don't know if this is the right size, tophie. i think it looks weird" you turn to her as she sits on the edge of the bed.
"really? lemme see" she walks up behind you. "what do you mean-hmph!" your words are cut off when her hands starts squeezing your chest over your shirt, fingers rubbing and twisting your nipples.
you let out soft moans, thighs squeezing together and shaking a bit. but the sensation stops not long after it began. her hands travel down to your waist, "looks good to me, sweetheart" she murmurs in your ear, nibbling on it. "girl-get off me!" you squeak, face warm as hell itself
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: who's only gotten beefier and sexier with age, which makes you absolutely drool. yes, she's noticed. and yes, she loves teasing you about it. whenever she's working out, you can't help but go from yapping to silently staring, eyes focused on her arm muscles rippling with each curl of her biceps, abs glistening with sweat, toned, thick thighs flexing with every move.
god, if someone walked past they'd think you're a puppy waiting for it's treat
"you like what you see? she asks, tilting her head, already knowing the answer. her question snaps you back to reality. steam might as well come out of your ears with how hot your face was. "no! i-i mean, yes!" you stumble. she chuckles, "i know you do, baby"
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: (wo)manhandles you into any position she wants when she's fucking you, her favorite being mating press. you'd think with her age, stamina would be something of the past, but that's completely wrong in her case.
her large hands push your thighs so far back, tits squished as her dick pounds into you at a relentless pace. the squelching sounds of your pussy and the needy cries you let out only makes her fuck you harder
“doing such a good job for me, babygirl” she’ll praise
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: uses you when she needs to de-stress after a long day of work. one minute you’re greeting her at the door like usual. the next, you’re completely naked while sitting on your heels, hands squeezing on toph’s bare thighs as your face is being shoved into her sopping wet pussy.
your tongue explores and swipes all over her folds, then all over her big, swollen clit, so greedy her juices. one of her hands grip the back of your bonnet, the other reaches down and spreads herself wider for you to indulge in her deeper “hah— that’s it. fucking hungry for mommy’s pussy, aren't you? you like how I taste that much, hm?”
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: washes your locs whenever it’s wash day! sure, she doesn’t have the slightest clue on how to twist them afterwards but she’ll listen closely to your instructions when you’re teaching her how to. after all, her pretty girl shouldn’t be doing all the work when she’s right there
your head rests on her thighs as she twists, the combination of her soft hands and calming music playing in the back almost has you falling asleep
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: shoves her thick fingers in your mouth whenever you talk back to her. your eyes flutter as you start sucking, holding her wrist to focus. she smiles, her free hand reaching for your head to gently massage your scalp. “my baby just wanted her mouth a little full, didn’t she?” she shoves them deeper. you gag a little as you lazily nod, brain already turning to mush
𓏲ּ𝄢 older toph.ᐟ: uses the biggest straps on you because she loves stretching you out and hearing the sounds you make. she’ll have your face smushed into the pillows while she gives you the nastiest back shots imaginable
you try so hard to be good for her but the pleasure becomes too much. you reach your hand back and press it against her abs, trying to push her away. “m-mommy please. it’s too biggg” you mewl. one of her hands smacks your brown ass, the other snatching both of yours and putting them behind your back.
“no more whining. you’ve taken bigger baby, you can handle it”
Summary: After witnessing entire civilizations crumble over the centuries you find yourself in the new world yet again. This time its a place called Republic City, where you meet a mysterious woman that awakens an ancient bond that ties your souls together forever.
Disclaimer: story contains mature themes, depictions of stalking, blood , gore. Photos are for aesthetic purposes view her as you want.
Taglist is open for this series so comment below. Divider credit to droideplane
warnings: dom!katara, fingering, messy stuff, finger sucking, a bit of dirty talk idk, eye contact lover katara lol, cum eating ( oops ). not sure if that's what you wanted babes, but i wrote something… some bullshit within like 20 minutes.
people would say katara was motherly. she was brave, kind, helped those in need, overall she just seemed like a composed, caring person. obviously she was, don't get me wrong. but fuck she was messy. because she liked things messy.
every person who had ever told you katara didn't like mess, she liked everything organized and sorted in it's place was fucking lying. okay, maybe she was keeping her house clean and telling her kids to not make a mess every time they did something stupid, but when she put her fingers that were soaked in your juices inside of her own sopping pussy, it wasn't something people would expect.
"keep your eyes open," katara said, locking her eyes on yours even if they were closed. she hated when you did that, she wanted you to look. doesn't matter if it was eye contact or you watching her scissor her wet, dripping hole. literally dripping, by the way. you both have came already before she started doing that and you got so red and embarrassed the only thing you could do was close your eyes and take deep breaths.
"i can hear it," you muttered, swallowing hard at the sound of her cum mixing with yours because of her fingers inside.. you could imagine that. you shouldn't, the real thing in action was literally right there, oh god…
"yeah? you should look too, then," katara smiled, patting your hip with her free hand to get your attention again. when you finally opened your eyes, her fingers were still knuckles deep. she looked so, so gorgeous. the whole area of her pussy was wet and messy, her brown skin was glowing and shining with sweat under the moonlight that slipped into the room through the half closed curtains. shit.
"i can see you squeezing around nothing. that's cute," she said, watching you try to push your knees together, but she wouldn't let you. of course she wouldn't. she placed one of her feet on your thigh, pushing it down on the mattress to keep you spread open. "stop hiding." she said, it was almost like a command. maybe it was? you didn't know. you couldn't think, at this point your brain had turned into a useless thing inside of your head.
after a moment katara pulled her fingers out, wet sounds of her pumping them in and out stopped which made you look up at her face, finally. she was so pretty, the smirk on her face just made everything feel different. she moved closer, holding your throat with one hand and kissed your cheek.
"open up," she said. her voice was like velvet, so addictive too.. she always sounded like that, it made you clench your thighs together. pathetic ໒꒰ྀི ∩⸝⸝∩ ꒱ྀི১
you opened your mouth slowly, lips parting as you stared at her. into her eyes specifically, because you knew she loved eye contact.
"wider," she said firmly, but still in that affectionate way. so you obeyed, opening your mouth wider for her fingers to slide inside and press on your tongue.
"there you go.." katara whispered, kissing down your jaw, still holding your throat while her slick, salty fingers were pushing into your mouth, making you taste everything. your tongue swirling around them, lips closing to suck on the digits as you hummed at the taste. it was good. fuck, all of this felt too good.
"just clean them for me, okay?" she added with, looking into your eyes again which only made you nod. your eyes started watering because of how deep she pushed her fingers, but she pulled them back a bit immediately after. was she teasing you? you couldn't tell. who would be able to think about that stuff while doing something so messy and perverted? ridiculous.
I'm just throwing things around I know alot of other fandoms are having them for ships and I wanted to know if I made one for the Beifongs would y'all participate? Like you guys send in prompts and the most voted ones get selected. You can make fanart, oneshots, drabbles etc for it. (If someone's already done this link it cus I want to participate.)
If any creators want to collab and help mod this lemme know. I'm also looking to commission one artist/editor to make a flyer for this once prompts are selected DM me pls 🙏🏿
No it isn't Im not sure if this is a sneak diss or you're genuinely curious but ive been writing fanfic since I was like 13 i dont need help doing something i know I'm good at. I know I've been producing alot of content lately and not to put y'all in my business but I'm on medical leave rn so I have nothing but free time on my hands and I enjoy writing. I will give you the benefit of the doubt and say you arent trying to be rude. But next time u could atleast say hi first.
I had kind of sent some messages to @mikaelvr, another amazing writer from Atla<3 I really love both of your writing styles, you're probably my favorites on this app. I've decided a few things about her, like her name, which will be Kori, and the fact that she'll be an airbender (maybe I'll change that in the future? Yes. But I'll leave it like this for now).
Here is the artwork of hers that I had shared with mikaelvr:
(I might end up changing things about it in the future, but anyway, that's it, I hope you like it.)
Oh she looks sickening I love her design so much twin
I'm just throwing things around I know alot of other fandoms are having them for ships and I wanted to know if I made one for the Beifongs would y'all participate? Like you guys send in prompts and the most voted ones get selected. You can make fanart, oneshots, drabbles etc for it. (If someone's already done this link it cus I want to participate.)
Synopsis: After missing your suppressants for a couple days you go into heat in your shop during rush hour.
Warnings/Content: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, heavy breeding kink, knotting, mating marks, unprotected sex, p in v sex, bondage, kissing, pussy slaps, g!p Toph, Omega wife, reader is a baker, dirty talk, biting, scenting, posessive alpha toph, semi public sex (?), office sex, idk chat they just fuck nasty.
Owning the most renowned bakery in Republic City was a dream, to this day you still had to pinch yourself from time to time to make sure this was actually your life. But during the peak of the holiday rush, it felt more like a beautiful, flour-coated nightmare. Your life was no longer your own. It was measured in precise flour weights, frantic shipping manifests, and the constant chime of the front door.
Between the mountain of inventory audits piling up on your desk and your insistence on covering the grueling late night shifts so your staff could spend the holidays with their families, you had pushed yourself past the point of exhaustion.
In the haze of double shifts and stress over a missing butter shipment, the small, pink suppressants sitting on your nightstand had been completely forgotten. For the first time in years, your heat cycle that you’ve so carefully managed was now no longer under your control.
The first sign of the impending disaster wasn’t the fever, but the betrayal of your own senses. Usually, the heady aroma of warm cinnamon and rising yeast was your favorite part of the job, but today it felt nauseating. It mingled with a sudden, honey-thick sweetness radiating from your own skin, a scent so potent it cut through the smell of the ovens like a knife.
Your vision began to swim in a dizzying haze, and the sacks of flour you’d been counting moments ago suddenly felt like leaden weights, slipping from your grip as the world tilted beneath your feet.
Within minutes, your apron was a damp, clinging mess, soaked through with a feverish sweat that made your skin slick and sent violent shivers through your frame. The air in the front of the shop that was once filled with the innocent scent of sugar and yeast, was now replaced by the primal musk of an omega in heat.
Your pheromones hit the front of the shop like a physical shockwave. You watched, paralyzed, as a few Alphas near the display cases stiffened, their conversations cutting off mid-sentence as their heads snapped toward the back of the shop with predatory synchronization. The atmosphere was no longer about holiday treats, or fresh brewed coffee. It was now thick with the dangerous tension of a hunt.
The world tilted sideways as the floor seemed to liquefy beneath you. Black spots swarmed your vision, eating away at the edges of the room until all you could hear was the uneven thrum of your own heart.
Your knees finally gave out, buckling under the weight of the fever, but the impact never came. A pair of strong, steady hands clamped underneath your shoulders, hauling you upright just as you were about to hit the tile.
“Whoa, Boss! I've got you,” Your head baker muttered, his voice tight with a mixture of alarm and the physical effort of keeping you upright.
He was a Beta, mostly immune to the biological siren call you were radiating, but even he looked rattled by the potency of the air around you.
He didn't wait for you to find your footing. Sensing the dangerous shift in the atmosphere and the predatory stares of the Alphas in the cafe, he practically carried you toward the back. Your toes dragged against the floor as he navigated the narrow hallway, shoving open the door to your private office with his shoulder.
“In here, sit,” He urged, easing you onto the leather couch. “I'll work on filling the rest of the orders and getting everyone out. It might take some time but I'll make sure no one bothers you.”
You couldn't muster a response in your current state and he seemed to understand. The door clicked shut behind him, muffling the chaos of the shop. You slumped against the armrest, gasping for air that felt far too thin. The feel of the leather under your palms was cool, a fleeting mercy against your burning skin, but as the first cry of heat induced desperation tore from your throat, you knew the office was only a temporary fortress.
Your eyes slammed shut as another wave of your arousal hit you like a physical blow, forcing your body to buckle under the raw intensity of it. It wasn't just a sensation, it was a deep, pulsing ache radiating from your very core, making every nerve ending scream.
Just as you thought things couldn't get any worse, a fresh rush of slick gathered between your thighs, soaking through your panties and leaving you feeling dangerously exposed in the middle of your workplace.
The pressure building in your lower belly was so sharp it moved past pleasure and into the territory of pure, localized pain. You bit your lip to stifle a sob, your hands were clenched as you clawed at the leather of the couch. You were shaking, the tights that you were wearing completely soaked through as every fiber of your being was currently crying out for your wife’s touch, her knot, to ease the ache.
It has been years since you’ve felt a heat this strong. The suppressants had done their job a little too well, acting as a chemical dam that had finally burst, leaving you utterly unprepared for this level of destabilization.
For years, you had carefully sheltered Toph’s heart, respecting her deep seated fear that she was too abrasive to ever be a good parent. You had buried your own desires to protect her from the weight of that responsibility. But as your heat stripped away your filters, the polite veneer of your marriage shattered along with it.
You tried your best to calm your breathing, but your entire body was pulsing and it made every breath feel like a chore. You knew that even if you tried to find relief yourself, it would be a drop of water in a desert. Your body wasn’t just asking for your Alpha’s touch, it was demanding a purpose.
You needed the full weight of your Alpha wife on top of you to tether you to the earth. You wanted the ache of her knot and the completion of being bred. It wasn't just about surviving the heat anymore, it was about the legacy you’d both been avoiding. You didn't just want her touch. You wanted her bloodline. You wanted to feel the kick of a child who shared her stubbornness, her strength, and her heart.
It was the crushing realization of everything you’d both been avoiding, finally collapsing under the heat of your own nature that broke you. And the sob that tore from your throat was thick with years of unspoken grief and a new, terrifying hope.
The silence of the office grew as the storm of your tears finally receded. You lay there, curled into a ball on the leather couch, your skin slick with sweat while the air around you turned thick with the honeyed scent of your distress. All that remained was the pulsing ache of your cunt and a bone deep longing for Toph.
Hesitation gnawed at you the longer you lay there with your thoughts. You knew the weight of the badge Toph wore. She was the metal wall standing between Republic City and total chaos. To pull her away from her duties for anything less than a city wide threat felt selfish, even as your body screamed for its mate.
Your omega reminded you of what happened earlier and the Alpha’s still idling in your shop. The image of Toph finding you mid heat, alone and vulnerable in a public space flashed through your mind. You knew she'd flip shit if she found out how reckless you were being.
You fumbled with the desk phone before you lost your nerve. Your fingers slick with sweat and shaking so violently you nearly dropped the receiver twice. You dialed the non-emergency line, the familiar digits feeling like a lifeline. On the third ring, a young officer picked up. You recognized the voice, Officer Wong, and based on the hitch in his breath, he recognized yours too.
“Chief's office, Wong speaking,” He said, his tone shifting from professional weariness to concern as he heard your ragged breathing.
“Wong,” You greeted, your voice strained. “It’s me. I need to speak to my wife now and don't you dare put me on hold.”
There was a hesitant pause. You could hear the chaos of the precinct behind him. The shouted orders and the clanging of the metalbending trainers. “The Chief is... she’s in a high-level briefing with the Council representatives, ma'am. She isn't in the best of moods and she was very clear about not being disturbed. I-I'm actually a little terrified to even knock on that door right now.”
Your heat was rapidly replacing your usual patience with a raw, demanding edge. You leaned your head back against the leather, gasping as a fresh wave of slick made your skin crawl with a desperate need for friction.
“Wong,” You growled, your voice dropping into a low command that even the Beta on the other end of the line couldn't ignore. “I don't care if she's meeting with the Avatar and the Fire lord. You walk to that door, and you tell her that her wife needs to speak with her now.”
You heard him gulp, the sound audible over the line. “Ma'am, she'll have my head-”
“If you don't tell her,” You interrupted, a sharp ache in your core making you hiss through your teeth, “She'll find out later that you kept me waiting while I was like this. Which do you think is worse for your career?”
There was a frantic beat of silence, then the sound of the phone being scrambled as Wong moved with the desperate speed of a man who valued his life. In the distance, his muffled, terrified voice broke through the precinct's noise. “Chief! Chief, I'm sorry, but it's your wife! It's an emergency!”
On your end, the world felt like it was beginning to blur. You gripped the phone like a lifeline, your knuckles tight against the dark plastic. The background noise of the station suddenly went dead quiet, it was the kind of silence that precedes the storm.
The phone was snatched up, and you heard your wife's harsh, erratic breathing.
“Sugar-foot,” She whispered, her voice vibrating with a protective fury that made the omega in your purr. “I’m here, talk to me. Are you hurt?”
You were definitely hurting but not in the way that she might be thinking right now.
You gripped the receiver so hard you could hear the material groan as a fresh wave of your heat made your breath hitch. “Toph, I'm in the office and-”
The line went silent for a second, as you were cut off by the distant, frantic shouting of officers in the background. You heard Toph growl something at a subordinate to get out, followed by the slam of her office door.
“Sorry about that sweetheart. What's going on?” She demanded her tone dropping into that dangerous, gravelly rumble that she only used when she was truly rattled. “Your heart is thumping so hard I can feel it from across the city, and your voice sounds like.. like you’re….”
Her voice trailed off as if she was afraid someone would hear. You could imagine how tight her jaw probably was hearing you like this.
“I missed my suppressants, Toph,” You choked out, a sob of relief and desperation breaking through. “For two days. I was so busy with the holiday rush and the shipments that I didn't realize until it was already too late. I’m in my office, the shop is full of people, and I can’t- I can't even stand up on my own. It's like my body is punishing me for denying it the one thing that it needs.”
You heard a sharp intake of breath on her end. The sound of metal groaning, likely from her gripping the edge of her desk, echoed through the phone.
“Two days,” She repeated, her voice dropping into a dangerous register that vibrated deep into the very essence of your being. The protective fury was still there, but it was being overtaken by a dark, territorial hunger. “You were so busy taking care of everyone else’s holiday that you left yourself wide open. You're radiating like a lighthouse, Sugar-foot.”
Fresh tears stung your eyes, you could hear the underlying disappointment in her voice. “I’m sorry baby I didn't think-”
“That's the problem. You weren't thinking.” Her voice had hardened into a scolding tone. You could hear the metallic shing of her police cables retracting into her armor with violent speed. “You're in a full blown heat, in a public building with the doors unlocked during rush hour and my seismic sense is picking up spiked heart rates all over your lobby.”
“I know I'm an idiot,” You whimpered, your body arching as the ache between your thighs sharpened. “Please, Toph. It hurts. I need you.”
“Lock the office door right now,” She barked, and you could hear the clatter of her armor as she moved. “If anyone so much as touches that handle before I get there, I’ll bury the whole fucking block. Stay on that couch and don't move an inch.”
You did as you were told the moment the line cut off. The click of the lock resonated through the quiet office, a fragile and final barrier between your unraveling state and the bustling streets of Republic City. It was the only thing keeping the world out, but it couldn't stop the storm from brewing within. Your legs, which had been trembling since you stood up, finally gave out entirely. You collapsed back onto the couch with a loud exhale.
You buried your face in your hands, the shame burning hotter than the heat itself. This was a nightmare. You were the owner of this establishment, a professional who prided herself on order and grace. And yet here you were, overtaken by a primal need you hadn't felt in years, leaving your staff and customers to deal with the fallout of your scent.
You wanted to scream at the top of your lungs into the leather cushion, the image of that bakers wide, terrified eyes burned into your mind. He was barely twenty three, a sweet guy who helped prep during the day with a smile, and today he’d had to serve as a human shield for his Omega boss. He’d felt you shaking, caught the scent of your slick, and had to physically drag you through a gauntlet of unmated Alpha’s whose eyes had turned dark and predatory.
How do you look him in the eye on Monday? How do you maintain the authority of a business owner when he’s seen and smelled the most vulnerable version of you? You were supposed to be the one taking care of them, the one ensuring they got home to their families, and instead, you’d turned their workplace into a breeding den.
The professional distance you’d worked so hard to maintain had evaporated in a single rush of pheromones and you felt small, exposed, and utterly humiliated.
You curled into a ball on the couch, the leather cool against your saturated skin. You felt like a failure for being so careless with your meds, and as a professional for losing control in front of your staff during rush hour no less. Toph was right, the timing couldn't have been worse.
Your self deprecating thoughts were short lived. As a distant thrum began to vibrate through the couch frame. It was faint at first, like the beating of a heart deep within the earth, but it was growing louder.
Your wife was coming, fast.
Before you could even finish the thought the stone wall of your office groaned under the weight of an impossible force and then shattered inward. Toph hadn't bothered with the door you’d just locked, she was literally reshaping the building’s foundation, tearing an archway through the earth just to reach you.
As the dust settled, you swallowed thickly, the sight of her nearly stealing the air from your lungs. She looked absolutely feral. Her hair was a mess, escaping its usual pins and falling into unruly waves that framed her face and fell over her shoulders.
Her skin was streaked with the grime of the city’s underbelly and the sweat of her transit. Toph's chest was heaving, her shoulders rising and falling rapidly, syncing with the frantic hammering of your own heart. She stood there, feet planted wide, her seismic sense likely feeling every drop of your slick and pulse of your blood through the floorboards.
She looked powerful, dangerous, and to your heat addled brain, utterly irresistible. Your body betrayed you again. A fresh, hot wave of Omega slick pulsed out of you, the sweet scent saturating the air in the small room to the point you could taste it on your tongue.
You watched as Toph wiped a smear of dirt from her forehead, her sightless eyes fixed in your direction. The protective fury was still there, but it was being rapidly overtaken by a dark, possessive hunger. She stepped over the rubble, the metal of her armor clinking softly, until she stood at the edge of the couch, towering over you, her entire shadow swallowing you whole
Her restraint snapped like dry timber. A flicker of something feral flared in her expression as her nostrils flared and she breathed in your Omega scent.
The sound that tore from Toph’s throat wasn’t human, it was a low, rumble that vibrated through the floorboards and settled deep in your core. It was the sound of an Alpha who had found her mate vulnerable in the open, and it sent a primal shockwave through you that made your core clench in a desperate, weeping pulse. Toph's Alpha instincts were screaming to cover you, to hide you, and to mark you so thoroughly that no other soul would dare look your way.
“You've got no idea what you’re doing to me,” She grounded out, her voice thicker than you’d ever heard it before.
“I have some idea.” You groaned, the words catching in your throat as another wave of heat made your hips roll instinctively against the leather.
Toph let out a sharp breath. She unbucked her heavy metal cuffs and tossed them aside with a resounding clatter. Her rough, calloused fingers found the hem of your shirt and slipped under. She didn't just touch you, she possessed you, her palms searing against your fever hot skin.
“Yeah? Well, you're about to have a lot more than an idea,” She rasped, her voice dropping into a register so deep it felt like a physical weight on your chest.
With a sudden, explosive movement, the ground beneath you groaned and opened up, making a sand bed. Toph hauled you flush against the cold metal of her chestplate and lowered you both to the ground. The shock of the freezing iron hitting your skin drew a sharp cry of relief from your lungs, but she silenced it instantly, burying her face in the crook of your neck, her body flush against you. Her teeth grazed the saturated skin there before she bit down, not hard enough to draw blood, but deep enough to leave a stinging mark that would broadcast her claim to anyone who dared look your way.
“You want me to put a pup in you right here on this floor, don't you?” She growled, her breath hot against your neck as she felt you tremble. “You'd let me breed you in the middle of your own shop?”
She nipped at the sensitive skin of your jaw, her teeth grazing the bone in a way that made your vision white out. “Because right now, I don't give a damn about anything. All I can feel is your tight cunt pulsing against my armor.”
“Yes, I need your knot! I want to carry your pups.” The words weren't a request, they were a desperate plea. Your Omega had finally shattered your pride, leaving you drenched in slick and lost to the cloud of your own lust.
“I’m going to fill you so full of me that you’ll be leaking my seed for a month,” Toph husked against your skin.
She was nuzzling your neck with her cheek, marking you with her scent. Toph's large hand locked around your wrist, keeping them above your head as sand bindings wrapped snug around them, replacing her hands. You whined at the slight burn of the sand as you yanked against the restraints, desperate to touch her.
You were so lost in the overwhelming feel of her claim that you hadn't noticed that Toph's movements went deathly still above you. A deep vibrating rumble in her chest sounded in the room then. Toph's nostrils flared as she took in a lungful of your scent.
Her seismic sense, usually tuned to the distant thrum of the city, suddenly narrowed down to the microscopic vibrations on your skin. Beneath the honeyed sweetness of your heat and the sharp scent of her own mark, she caught it: the faint trace of the baker who had held you upright.
It was a Beta’s scent, helpful and innocent, but to an Alpha whose mate was in a fertile peak, it was a trespass. Toph’s entire body turned to stone. Her jaw set with a terrifying, tectonic pressure, and the floor beneath the sand began to groan.
“Who,” She hissed, the word barely a whisper but vibrating with enough force to rattle the glass on your desk. “Who put their hands on you while you were like this?” Her clouded eyes didn't see you, but they flashed with a dark intensity.
She gripped your hair, tilting your head back to expose your throat, her teeth baring in a posessive sneer.
“I can smell him on you,” She said, her voice dropping into a guttural snarl that made the sand-bindings around your wrists tighten. “A stray was touching my Omega while she was dripping for me?”
“It was no one,” You lied, the words faltering under the dizzying haze of your heat combined with the territorial pheromones she was pumping into the air. “Please, Toph I would never let anyone touch what’s yours.”
Your instincts were screaming at you to soothe the Alpha looming over you. The crushing weight of her possessive pheromones had your entire body buzzing. You could taste it on your tongue and feel the pressure of it behind your eyelids. You were absolutely addicted to the way she claimed you.
Toph let out a mocking hum, it was a sound of pure disbelief that vibrated right through your chest. She knew you were lying. Her seismic sense was tracking the guilty flutter of your pulse.
“You're a terrible liar, Sugar-foot,” She murmurs, her nose dragging roughly along your jawline until her lips were resting directly against your throbbing pulse point. “Your heart is tripping over itself. You're vibrating so hard I can practically taste the lie on your skin.”
She shifted her weight, pinning you down more securely into the soft sand. Her hand slid from your waist, her rough, calloused palm pressing firmly against your heat-soaked center. You cried out, your head snapping back as the sudden pressure sent a white hot jolt of electricity straight to your Omega fried brain.
“I don't care if he was just helping you. I don't care if it was an accident,” She growled, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin right over your scent gland. She didn't bite, not yet but the threat was there, sharp and certain. “You are mine. Every drop of slick, every breath you take, and every inch of this heat belongs to me. My scent is the only thing that belongs on you, especially now.”
She abruptly lifted off of you and began to unbuckle her metal belt with one hand, the clatter of the police gear hitting the floor and resonating in the room. She stomped her heel, causing a massive earth pillar to shoot up from the foundation, completely barricading the entrance to ensure the outside world was locked out.
“Since you want to protect no one, I'm just going to have to work twice as hard to scrub him off you,” She promised with a feral, possessive grin. “By the time I'm done knotting you in this dirt, you won't even remember anyone else's hands, let alone your name.”
Toph didn't waste another second on words. With her Alpha dominance fully asserted and the room sealed off from the rest of the world, she used her free hand to rip the rest of her uniform away, letting the fabric and buckles discard into the sand. She moved with an animalistic focus, reaching down to shred what remained of your damp apron and clothes until there was nothing left between her skin and yours.
The sand around your wrist slackened just a bit as her focus broke at the feel of your slick that was already covering her own thighs as she pressed into you. You allowed your gaze to hungrily trail down her body that was corded with muscles that flexed with every movement until you reached her thick shaft. You parted your lips as you stared at the tip that was flushed, and leaking. Toph wrapped her palm around it, stroking her girthy length as the pad of her thumb circled around the slit, spreading the beads of precum.
You couldn't take it anymore, you needed her now. Using your own earthbending you broke free of the restraints and pulled Toph into a messy kiss. The moment your mouth connected with hers, a pathetic sound erupted from your lips. Toph tasted like her morning coffee and everything you have been craving since your heat had started.
More of your Omega slick dripped from your cunt as she kissed you back with fervor. Your moan was swallowed by her tongue as she licked into your mouth, her tongue twisting and sliding against yours in a wet, hungry tangle. You couldn't get enough of her, you were basically drooling as saliva gathered at the corner of your mouth, stretching into thin strings whenever she pulled back just enough to suck your tongue between her lips, her cheeks hollowing with every pull causing your pussy to clench around nothing.
Toph's growl vibrated down into your throat as her hand clamped the back of your neck, keeping you right where she wanted while her other hand released her cock and slid up to grab your breast, her thumb dragging over your nipple until it stiffened under the rough circles.
Toph kissed like she wanted to consume your soul. The longer the kiss went on the more potent your pheromones became, driving your hunger and mixing with the Alpha musk pouring off Toph as her cock pressed into your thigh. You rocked up against her desperately as her seismic sense caught every quiver and roll of your hips chasing her cock.
Toph broke away only to nip along your jaw, her breathing rough. “Gonna breed this pretty Omega cunt right here.”
Toph was completely lost to her rut, she slammed you flat against the sand-covered floor, her full weight pinning you down hard. She shoved your thighs wider with her knees and drove her thick shaft straight into your soaked hole in one brutal thrust. The sudden stretch ripped a broken cry out of you that echoed off the stone walls barricading the door.
Her hips snapped forward again as she dove into you, each slam driving her cock deeper. Every time she bottomed out her balls slapped wetly against you, amplifying your pleasure as the fullness made you dizzy. Toph continued her deep thrusts, pulling back just enough to slap your dripping pussy with the palm of her hand, the sharp sting making you jolt before she thrust back in even harder, never letting the delicious friction end.
“Fuck, listen to you,” She whispered, her voice rough. “Taking every inch like you were made for it.”
You couldn’t form words anymore. Your mouth hung open, spilling broken sounds and half-finished pleas as she kept pounding into you. “T-Toph—ah”
She answered by grabbing your wrists and yanking them above your head again. The metal cuffs from her uniform clicked shut around them, binding you to the stone floor with a short chain. The restraint only made you arch harder into her next powerful thrust as your greedy cunt hugged her shaft driving her deeper.
“Fuck,” Toph grunted, grinding deep so the head of her cock stimulated your g spot with each roll of her hips. “Feel how full you are? I'm stuffing this omega pussy just like I told you I would.” She lifted her palm off the floor and gave your swollen pussy lips another sharp slap, the heavy weight of her sack smacking against you with each punishing stroke.
You weren't even sure what you were saying as you babbled incoherently, your voice cracking as Toph's relentless rhythm left you teetering close to the edge already. “Yes– you're so big baby, stretching me so good ughhhh.”
Toph’s breath came hot against your ear. “Gonna fuck this greedy hole all night. You want that don't you?”
Toph changed the tempo as she felt how close you were, giving you long, deep strokes instead of the quick bursts from before. Even lost to her rut she was still focused on your pleasure. Her seismic sense listening to each quiver of your body as you pulsed around her. Your omega slick drenched the both of you, each time Toph pulled almost completely out of you, her thick tip stretching your tight hole, you could see the sheen of your wetness that coated her abs and hear the wet sounds your pussy was making as she moved in and out of you.
The brief emptiness made the omega in you whine as you thrashed against the restraints, begging her to give you what you need. And just when the sting of the metal became too much she gave you exactly what you were asking for and slammed the full length of her thick cock back into you, rolling her hips so her heavy shaft pressed against your walls.
“Yes–fuck,” You gasped, meeting her thrust. “I want it, Toph. Want you to wreck me.”
Toph snarled in approval and snapped her hips again, causing your eyes to roll back into your head. Your walls fluttered and squeezed around her, rippling along her cock like they were trying to coax out her knot. She felt every desperate contraction and greedy pulse, as she too was close to coming. “That’s it. Milk me with that tight cunt. Make your Alpha proud.”
Your walls clenched and released around her, coating her length in fresh slick that ran down to soak her balls. She groaned, at the sensation, her hips stuttering. “Shit baby, you’re dripping everywhere. This omega cunt is soaking my cock.”
Toph used her strength to hold herself up with one arm, while the other slid between your slick bodies, her fingers finding your enlarged clit and circling it. The heels of your feet dug into her ass as she continued to pound into your pussy with those deep strokes that made your walls flutter as she hit that perfect spot inside you.
Your wrist burned against the restraints, with ever thrust forward the ground beneath you shook as she fucked you into the earth. It was like a continuous feed of pleasure for toph, not only could she feel your hot cunt wrapped around her shaft but she felt every hitch of your breath and vibration of your body through the palm of her hand that was buried in the earth as she fucked you.
She slowed her circles around your clit and gave your swollen pussy lips another firm slap. The impact made your walls clamp even tighter around her shaft. She slapped you again, twice in quick succession, then thrust back inside with enough force to send your body deeper into the sand bed she made.
“Toph!!” You moaned, your thighs trembling around her frame. “More, slap it again..”
She obliged, palm cracking against your slick folds before she buried herself to the hilt and ground in slow circles. The head of her cock pressed deep, rubbing against your inner walls until they fluttered and spasmed around her. “You like that?” She hissed against your lips. “Like feeling my cock stretch this hole open while I slap your pussy?”
“Yes,” You sobbed, legs shaking as the pressure became almost unbearable. “Feels so good. Don’t stop.”
Toph’s rhythm turned relentless. You could feel every thick vein and flare of her cockhead as it dragged along your walls, pressing against that sensitive spot inside you. Her breathing grew heavier, her breath was hot against your neck as she spoke. “You’re close aren't you? Gonna come on my cock before I even knot you?”
“Yes– so close baby.” You mewled, “Please make me come.”
She answered by fucking you harder, hips snapping with enough force to shift the sand beneath your body. Each thrust forced a wet squelch from your pussy as her balls slapped against you in steady rhythm.
Toph’s hand found your throat, holding you in place as she drove into you. “Come on then,” She ordered. “Come on my cock. Let me feel this perfect omega cunt squeeze me while I wreck it.”
“Toph–fuck, I'm coming!!”
Toph groaned low, feeling every contraction along her length. She didn’t stop moving, fucking you through it with short, deep strokes that kept your walls fluttering around her. “Fuck yes,” She hissed. “That’s my good Omega. Coming so hard on my cock you’re dripping everywhere.”
She kept thrusting, drawing out every aftershock until you were shaking and oversensitive. Only then did she slow, still buried deep inside you, her cock twitching with the effort of holding back her own release. She leaned down, lips brushing your ear.
“Now beg for it,” She whispered, voice dark with promise. “Beg me to knot this messy cunt and breed you full.”
“Please,” You whimpered, voice hoarse. “Knot me, Toph. Make me a mommy.”
Toph’s hips rolled in a slow, deliberate grind, her tip pressing against your fluttering walls. “Not yet,” She murmured. “Want to feel you come on me again first.”
She released your binded wrist and your hands immediately shot out to grasp at her shoulders, your nails dragging across the saturated skin.
Toph thrusted forward again, slower this time but just as deep. Your walls hugged her shaft, still sensitive from your first orgasm. The wet sound of her cock sliding through your slick filled the office, as Toph's pheromones released out of her in powerful waves causing your omega to purr. “This cunt was made for my cock, you feel so good baby.”
She drove into you with long, steady thrusts. Due to you still being so sensitive it didn't take long for your second orgasm to come barreling ahead. For you it was the intimacy of it, the way she was holding you flush against her, her body fully on top of you while your fingers traced her spine was enough to send you over the edge for the second time. You came with a quiet cry, your face buried into her neck, your thighs shaking as your canines elongated and locked onto that familiar mating mark.
Toph's hips picked up speed, her arms tightened around you as the beginnings of her powerful orgasm slammed into her. You let out a guttural moan as Toph growled possessively into the flesh of your neck. The ground underneath you vibrated with what could only be described as a minor earth quake. Toph's Alpha nature was screaming, demanding her knot be seated deep within you to ensure the legacy she had spent years running from came to fruition.
She was finally knotting you
Toph’s next thrust came up short, the swollen base of her knot catching at your entrance before it could sink deeper. The sudden stretch burned, forcing your pussy wider around the thickening bulb as it locked inside you.
Toph nuzzled your neck, her teeth grazing where she knew the mating mark she left on your skin all those years ago was. Her cock pulsed hard, your vision blurred as she bit down just as the first thick jet of hot cum painted your inner walls. Your fingers dug into the muscle of her back, nails scraping as another spurt followed as she came inside you. Toph was flooding you with her seed. Each pulse made your belly tighten and swell, the heat of her release spreading through you as your clit throbbed untouched between your bodies.
A broken sob tore from your throat as you lost track of home many times you've come. Your pussy clamped down around the knot as your walls fluttered, milking every fresh spurt she pumped into you. The metallic taste of your blood filled Toph's mouth as she marked you, her hips never stopped moving as she continuously pumped into you. She was completely lost to her animalistic nature and your omega couldn't be more satisfied.
Tears slipped free from your eyes, sliding down your cheeks as your body shook through the constant overstimulation.
Toph’s hips rolled in short, grinding circles, keeping the knot seated tight while her cock kept throbbing and releasing inside you. The shallow movement dragged the swollen bulb against every sensitive spot, forcing another helpless orgasm to crash through you. Your pussy spilled omega slick that splattered against her thighs and leaked into the sand below. Toph had you folded completely in half now, her hands bracing the back of your thighs as she held you place, making sure you got every last drop of her cum.
Toph's tongue lapped at the mark she left on your skin before she placed a wet kiss to it. She lifted her head from your neck, her palms leaving your thighs so she could cup your face firmly. The pad of her thumbs traced your cheeks, brushing away the fresh tears that continued to fall. “You're being such a good omega, taking every last drop of my seed. Are you still with me baby?”
Your lips parted around another breathless sound as your belly swelled full and heavy with her knot. “Y-yes, too full–can’t stop..”
“I know,” Toph husked, her eyes fluttering closed as the honey-scented musk of your heat started to dissipate from the air now that you had her knot. “It's been awhile Im going to make sure it takes.”
“You're going to be the best mom.” She added, kissing away your tears as she brushed your hair that was sticking to your face out of the way. “I wouldn't want anyone else to carry my pups.”
You knew she meant it. After spending so many years thinking she hated the absolute thought of it, you were at a loss for words. All you could do was cry and pull her down into a warm kiss. Toph rested her forehead against yours, her lips curving into a soft smile. You weren't sure how long you laying there just kissing her, but eventually, her knot deflated and softened, slipping out of you with a slick, wet pop.
Now that your heat had finally broken, all that remained was a quiet hum in your veins. Toph stayed close, her touch incredibly gentle as she lifted herself off of you and guided you out of the makeshift sandbed she had molded in the center of your office. You leaned heavily into Toph since your legs were still shaking. You really didn't have time to lay here with her, you were in desperate need of a shower and some food before your heat picked back up again. This was only day one.
“Ugh, I just realized,” You mumbled, resting your head against her shoulder as you looked around. “There isn't a shower here.”
“Why would there be?” Toph snorted, wrapping a solid arm around your waist to keep you up. “Good thing you drove to work today. Let's get you home before it picks up again because I can not do another round on the earth.”
“Whose fault is that? We had a perfectly good couch in here and somehow you still decided to make a bed out of the floor.” You responded.
“I needed the space,” Toph claimed, a wicked smirk cutting across her face. “Besides, you weren't complaining when you were begging me to put a pup in you.”
Your face warmed at that, you grabbed her discarded shirt from the desk and threw it right at her face. “Shut up.”
Toph just snorted, catching the fabric easily as you finally gathered your bearings. Looking around the room, the reality of the past few hours fully set in. The office was a complete disaster. Papers were scattered everywhere like confetti, the chair behind your desk was completely overturned.
If that weren't bad enough your walls were crooked and the floor was nonexistent since Toph had earth bended the pillars through your very expensive hardwood floors to lock you. “Toph. Look at this place, it's a mess.”
“Can't see it, babe, remember?” She teased, her grip on you tightening affectionately now that you were dressed.
“You know exactly what I mean,” You said, playfully slapping her arm with a huff. “You are definitely renovating this entire office the second my heat cycle is over.”
Toph let out a booming laugh, kissing your cheek. “Deal. I'll build you the fanciest office in Republic city, But first, lets get home.”
And you had never agreed with a statement more in your entire life.
AN: Sorry this took so long Anon I had to make this right for you and I still feel like I could've done more.
What do you think of a Toph x Pregnant Reader story where both already have families with Lin and Suyin? But when Reader's baby is born, it turns out years later to be a lava bender, and Toph is incredibly excited, even if she doesn't show it.
Let's say the reader is a fire bender. Toph and the reader were always playfully arguing about which bender the baby would be: Fire or Earth. Imagine their surprise when they both get a mix of both!
Could you please capture Toph and the reader's reactions, as well as Lin and Suyin cheering them on completely?
By the way, I love your writing and I think you're one of the few people who write Toph for the character she is and don't make her completely unchangeable
A Path Of Ger Own
Pairing: Toph Beifong x Wife Reader
WC: 5k+
Synopsis: You have to break the news to your daughter's that you're pregnant and it doesn't go very well. Basically the request.
Content/Warnings: Fluff.
Sitting down and breaking the news to your very grown, very adult children that you were pregnant was not the easiest task. Lin was twenty-two, climbing the ranks at the police department in hopes of one day taking over for Toph. Su was seventeen, though she acted like she was the same age as Lin with the way she bossed you and Toph around the house.
You had just finished dinner, and now you were all sprawled across the living room. Some horror movie Suyin had insisted on was playing as she curled against her mama, who was already beginning to drift off to sleep beside her. Toph didn't see the point of grand reveals. After raising two kids, she'd simply told you to get it over with and just tell them.
But you were stressed, hormonal, and you had no idea how they were going to take the news.
You had talked yourself out of it several times that night. Even now, sitting on the opposite couch and watching your family piled together, it still didn't feel like the right time. But you were going to start showing soon, and they deserved to know.
Taking a quiet breath, you reached for the remote and paused the movie. Su was the first to react. Her head whipped toward you so fast it was almost comical, as though you'd just committed a crime she might never forgive.
“Mom!” She groaned dramatically, throwing her hands into the air. “It was just getting to the good part.”
Toph let out a sleepy grunt from the other end of the couch, one arm still draped around Su's shoulders. “Kid, if you wanted the good part, you picked the wrong movie. It sounds terrible.”
“How would you know?” Su countered, turning in her mother's hold. “You've literally been asleep for the last twenty minutes. I didn't even get to explain the plot to you yet.”
“I wasn't sleeping.” Toph lies easily. “I was resting my eyes.”
“You snored.” Su deadpans.
Toph titled her head, never one to accept defeat. “I was listening.”
Lin, seated in the armchair with a book balanced in her lap, lowered it just enough to glance between the three of you. “Can we settle the debate later? Mom paused it for a reason.”
The room quieted and three pairs of eyes settled on you. Your throat suddenly felt dry now that you were the center of attention. You opened your mouth once then closed it again.
Toph tilted her head in your direction, sensing the hesitation immediately. Even half asleep, she knew you better than anyone. “Baby?”
Your fingers tightened around the remote until your knuckles ached from clenching them so hard.
“There... um..” You swallowed. “There's actually something your mama and I wanted to tell you.”
Suyin straightened like she was bracing herself for something awful. Lin closed her book completely, setting it aside without taking her eyes off you. Neither of them spoke, and somehow the silence that settled over the room felt heavier than the horror movie ever had.
When you didn't answer fast enough, the guesses started.
“Are you sick?” Su asked, her voice wavering more with every passing second. “Because... you haven't really been eating, and the other day I heard you throwing up in the bathroom.”
Lin's head snapped toward her sister, her expression hardening. “Mom's been sick, and you didn't think to tell me?”
“I didn't know it was a big deal!” Su added defensively. “She told me she was fine, so I believed her.”
“You should've told me anyway.” Lin shot back angrily. “I have a right to know.”
“And make you panic over nothing?” Su argued, and she had a point out of the two of them Lin was more likely to freak out.
“It clearly wasn't nothing.” Lin pointed out with huff.
Their bickering washed over you, neither of them noticing the guilty look spreading across your face. They weren't angry with each other, you knew thaf more than anything. You could see both of their sides and that was the problem.
Toph sighed from beside Su, rubbing at her face before sitting up properly. “Hey.” Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried enough authority to stop both daughters mid-argument. “Knock it off.”
The room fell quiet again.
Lin's shoulders were rigid, every muscle in her body tense as she looked back at you. Su had gone pale, her foot bouncing anxiously against the floor.
“Mom,” Lin said more softly this time. “Are you okay?”
Your heart squeezed.
You hadn't expected this. You'd spent the entire day worrying they would think you were too old to have another baby, that they'd be embarrassed, annoyed, maybe even offended that their parents were starting all over again.
Instead, they'd skipped right past every possibility and landed on the one that terrified them most. Losing you to something awful.
You fiddled with your pant leg in an attempt to distract yourself from the anxiety rising in your belly. You coukd feel Toph's energy from the other side of the room, silently telling you to spit it out already before the girls really start to think somethings wrong.
“No,” You answered, your voice barely above a whisper. “I'm not sick.”
Neither of them relaxed after hearing your words. Su leaned forward on the couch. “Then what's going on?”
You let out a nervous laugh, though it came out shakier than you intended.
“I've been throwing up because…” You glanced at Toph, who simply shrugged as if to say See? Told you this would've been easier if you'd just said it. “I'm pregnant.”
The room got eerily silent as you waited for your daughter's honest reactions.
Lin was the first to speak, her brows slowly pulled together as if she'd heard the words perfectly but her brain had decided to reject them anyway. “What?”
“I'm pregnant,” You repeated, unable to stop the small, nervous smile tugging at your lips.
Your children stared at you as if you had suddent grown two heads and Toph folded her arms across her chest, looking far too pleased with herself.
“Took you long enough,” She muttered. “I've been waiting all day for you to spit it out and tell them already.”
Neither daughter acknowledged Toph's comment. They were too stunned to formulate words and you understood this was alot for then and gave them the necessary time they needed to work through it.
“You're serious?” Su whispered.
You nodded. “I went to the healer a few days ago. We wanted to be certain before telling you.”
“But-” Su opened her mouth and closed it again, pointing between you and Toph in disbelief. “You're-you're having a baby?”
Toph snorted from beside her. “Pretty sure that's what pregnant means, honey.”
Lin finally found her voice. “How?”
Toph turned toward the sound with the flattest expression imaginable. “When two women love each other very much-..”
“Oh, spirits, I know how babies are made,” Lin groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “That's not what I meant.”
A grin spread across Toph's face, she'd never tire of teasing her children. “Then ask a better question.”
For the first time since you'd paused the movie, a laugh escaped you. The tension eased, if only for a moment.
“What did you mean, sweetheart?” You asked gently.
Lin rubbed the back of her neck, suddenly looking far less composed than she had a minute ago.
“It's just,” Her eyes darted toward Su, silently pleading for help, but for perhaps the first time in her life, her younger sister had absolutely nothing to say. “You guys aren't exactly getting any younger.”
“Ouch.” You replied dramatically, placing a hand over your heart.
The joke landed, earning a snort from Toph and the ghost of a smile from Su, but beneath your playful tone you had to swallow the lump rising in your throat. You knew Lin hadn't meant to hurt your feelings. She never would. Still, hearing your daughter's first reaction boiled down to your age stung more than you cared to admit.
Lin noticed the shift almost as soon as it happened. “Mom,” She started quietly. “I didn't mean it like that.”
Your eyes stung with tears that you refused to let fall. “I know.”
“No, I don't think you do.” She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees as she searched for the right words. For someone who spent every day giving orders and handling impossible situations at work, this conversation had left her fumbling.
“It's not because I think you're too old to have another baby,” Lin said carefully. “It's because you're my mom.”
The room stayed silent, letting her continue.
“I grew up watching you take care of everyone else.” Her gaze flickered toward Toph before settling back on you. “You barely slept when Su was little. You worked yourself into the ground making sure we had everything we needed. You always put us first.”
She paused, drawing in a slow breath. “And now you've finally gotten to a point where things are easier.”
You listened without interrupting, your heart thundering in your chest as her words warshed over you.
“I'm twenty-two,” Lin continued. “Su's almost an adult. You don't have diapers anymore. No midnight feedings. No toddlers climbing all over the furniture. You and Mom were finally getting your lives back.”
Her voice softened.
“So when you said you were pregnant.” She shook her head with a quiet laugh. “My first thought wasn't 'that's weird.' It was..” She looked down at the floor for a second before meeting your eyes again. “Are they really starting over?”
Your eyes burned, Before you could answer, Su finally found her voice. “I kind of thought the same thing.”
Everyone looked toward her, She hugged one of the throw pillows against her chest, suddenly seeming much younger than seventeen.
“I wasn't thinking about your age.” She grimaced. “Well, maybe a little.”
“Thanks,” You deadpanned.
Suyin winced, “Sorry.”
A tiny smile tugged at your lips, encouraging her to continue.
“I just,” She sighed. “I guess I always imagined it'd just be us. Me, Lin, you, and Mama.” Her fingers tightened around the pillow. “Everything's gonna change now.”
There it was, not judgment or embarrassment. It was fear of the unknown, that the family she'd always known was about to become something unfamiliar.
You crossed the room before either of them could say another word. Kneeling in front of the couch, you reached out and took one of Su's hands before extending the other toward Lin.
“This baby isn't replacing either of you.” You tell them firmly, your voice conveying just how serious you were.
“You don't stop being our children because another one is coming.” Your thumb brushed over Su's knuckles. “There isn't a limit to how much your mama and I can love.”
Toph gave a quiet hum of agreement from the couch behind you. “If anything,” She added, “you're both getting promoted.”
Su blinked. “Promoted?’
“Yeah.” A grin spread across Toph's face. “Congratulations. You're a pair of big sisters.”
Lin let out a breath that sounded suspiciously close to a laugh. “I've been a big sister for seventeen years.”
“Now you're gonna be even bigger.” Toph says simply.
“Mama.” Lin started, shaking her head.
“What?” Toph shrugged innocently. “I thought it sounded inspirational.”
Su groaned, burying her face in the pillow. “That was so bad.”
“It was,” Lin agreed.
Toph looked thoroughly pleased with herself anyway. You shook your head, smiling despite the tears gathering in your eyes.
“They're both still in shock,” Toph said, tilting her head toward you. “Give 'em a minute. They haven't figured out they're happy yet.”
Neither Lin nor Su denied it and for now fhat was okay.
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It was a quiet night at home. You sat at the kitchen table with what Toph had affectionately started calling your latest culinary crime—a steaming bowl of extra spicy ramen loaded with shredded chicken, a plate of green grapes on the side, and a cup of hot jasmine tea. Six months into the pregnancy, your cravings had only become stranger. Some days you wanted pickles dipped in honey. Other days it was smoked fish with sweet pastries. Tonight, for reasons neither of you could begin to understand, your stomach had decided scorching noodles, juicy grapes, and tea belonged together.
Toph sat across from you with her own much less offensive dinner, her nose wrinkling every time another wave of chili-laced steam drifted across the table.
“I don't know how you're eating that,” She muttered, leaning back in her chair. “My eyes are watering just sitting here.”
“It isn't that spicy.” You shrugged, holding the chopsticks up to her lips. “You want a taste?”
Toph scooted her chair further away from you creating more distance. “Hell no!”
You lifted another tangled bite of noodles with your chopsticks, blowing on them before taking a contented mouthful. “You're just dramatic.”
“Says the woman eating lava.” You only smiled around another bite, reaching for a grape afterward as though the combination made perfect sense.
Toph tilted her head in your direction, a grin slowly pulling at the corner of her mouth. “That's disgusting by the way.”
“Good thing it's not for you then.” You laughed, rubbing your hand absentmindedly over the curve of your stomach. The baby gave a small kick beneath your palm, earning another thoughtful tilt of Toph's head.
“I think this one's finally breaking the earthbender streak,” You said, smiling to yourself. “We're finally getting another firebender in this family.”
“Absolutely not.” Toph didn't even hesitate. She rested one elbow on the table, her bare foot lightly touching the floor beneath her chair. Though she couldn't see your belly, her seismic sense had become almost second nature throughout your pregnancy. Every tiny stretch, every roll, every energetic kick echoed through the vibrations she felt. “She feels like an earthbender.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Feels like an earthbender?”
Toph nodded, “Mhm.”
“And what exactly does an earthbender fetus feel like?” You asked honestly.
Toph pointed toward your stomach with complete confidence. “Stubborn.”
You laughed. “They're all stubborn.”
“Not like this one.” Toph folded her arms. “This kid plants herself in one spot for half the day, then decides she's gonna elbow every organ you've got because she doesn't feel like moving around them.”
“She's making room.” You defended playfully.
Toph didn't miss a beat. “She's declaring territory.”
You snorted, amusement shining in your eyes. “I think she's a firebender.”
Toph paused mid bite. “Oh?”
“Think about what she's done to me.” You gestured toward your dinner even though you knew she couldn't see you do it. “I've spent six months inhaling anything spicy enough to make normal people cry.”
“You've always liked spicy food.” Toph pointed out, not yet believing your argument.
“Not enough to put chili oil on noodles that already came with chili oil.” You tell her, swirling more noodles around your chopsticks.
Her shoulder dropped a fraction. “Fair point.”
You looked positively smug.
“And she runs hot.” You tugged lightly at the collar of your shirt. “Everyone else is cold while I'm opening windows in the middle of winter.”
Toph waved you off. “Pregnancy does that.”
“I also burned breakfast yesterday.” You responded, grasping at straws now as toph completely dissected each argument.
Toph laughed, the sound warm enough to fill the kitchen. “Now you're just saying stuff.”
You leaned back in your chair, rubbing your stomach again as another kick landed against your ribs.
“There,” You declared triumphantly. “Did you feel that? That was a firebender kick.”
Toph's expression didn't change. “Nope.”
“It was.” You insisted.
“Earthbender.”
You narrowed your eyes at her, you could do this all day. “Fire.”
She turned her head in your direction, her sightless eyas meeting you head on. “Earth.”
“She kicked because she agreed with me.”
Toph barked out a laugh. “She kicked because she heard you talking nonsense.”
“Oh, so now she understands conversations?” You huffed, a pout forming on your lips.
“I've been talking to her for months.” Toph's voice had dropped into something quieter, more intimate.
You still wouldn't let up even when the tone she was using made your heart skip a beat. “So have I.”
“Yeah,” Toph said with a grin. “And every time I tell her she's gonna be an earthbender, she settles down.”
You gasped. “That's because she's waiting for me to defend her.”
Toph pushed her chair back before walking around the table, stopping beside you. One hand rested gently over yours on your stomach, her smile softening despite the playful argument.
The baby shifted beneath both your palms, slowing down just enough for the ache in your lower back to ease.
“There,” Toph said, her voice nice and smug as her point was proven once again. “See? She's already calmed down just by my presence.”
You rolled your eyes. “I felt a little spark.”
“You imagined it.” Toph says, rubbing soothing circles across your belly.
Your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned back in your chair, enjoying the feel of her hand soothing both you and your child. “You refuse to admit I'm right.”
“Because you aren't and that's okay baby we all make mistakes.”
You leaned your forehead against her shoulder with a quiet laugh. “I can't wait until this baby's born.”
“Me neither.” Toph whispered, her voice full of affection.
“So I can prove you wrong.” You added, ruining the tender moment.
Toph smirked, brushing a kiss against the top of your head.
“Or,” She said, “You'll spend the next twenty years raising the most stubborn little earthbender this family's ever seen.”
“And if she's a firebender?” You asked, glancing up at her.
Toph's grin only widened. “Then I'll know she got her attitude from you.”
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You were stretched out on one of the lounge chairs beneath the warm afternoon sun, content to let the breeze drift lazily through the gardens of Zaofu. It had been far too long since the entire family had gathered in one place without politics, police work, or world-ending disasters pulling everyone in different directions.
Suyin had insisted everyone visit for the week, and somehow she had even convinced Lin to step away from her responsibilities with the precinct and watching over the new Avatar.
The peace, however, didn't extend to the training courtyard.
Your youngest daughter, Rin, fourteen years old and stubborn enough to rival both of her mothers, was training alongside her older sisters while Toph paced the edge of the arena. Retirement had never suited her. She still carried herself with the same confidence that had once commanded an entire police force.
Time had left its mark in subtle, beautiful ways. Fine lines framed her mouth whenever she smiled, delicate crow's feet gathered at the corners of her pale green eyes, and her dark hair was now streaked generously with silver that hung in a long braid that rested against the middle of her back. Age hadn't diminished her in the slightest. If anything, it had made her more striking. There was a quiet strength to her now, earned through decades of protecting her family and helping shape an entire city.
“Again,” Toph called, planting her feet firmly into the ground. “Quit thinking so hard.”
“I am trying!” Rin growled, her legs faltering in the stance Toph had her in.
“I know you're trying. So stop and just do as I say.” Toph barked, her arms folded behind her back as she scrutinized her daughter's posture through the soles of her feet.
Rin groaned loud enough for everyone to hear. “That doesn't even make sense!”
“It does if you stop overthinking every little movement.” Toph snapped back just as fiercely. Out of all of her children, Toph and Rin collided the most. She had your fiery spirit down to a tea.
A loud clang echoed across the courtyard as another sheet of metal refused to respond.
From beside you came an exaggerated sigh. Suyin flopped into the empty lounge chair, wiping sweat from the back of her neck before reaching for the pitcher of iced tea sitting between you.
“Rin looks about five seconds away from crying because she still can't metalbend,” Su admitted quietly, all traces of her usual teasing gone. “I hate seeing her like this.”
You looked toward the training grounds. Rin stood rigidly in place, shoulders tight, jaw clenched so firmly you could see the muscles twitching from where you sat. Every failed attempt seemed to chip away at her confidence a little more.
“She's a late bloomer,” You said gently, though the reassurance felt painfully familiar.
The words carried a weight of guilt you couldn't hide. You knew exactly what it was like growing up surrounded by impossible expectations. Lin had become one of the greatest metalbenders in history. Su had mastered styles most people spent decades learning. Every lesson Rin attended came with comparisons she never asked for.
She wasn't trying to become better than her sisters. She was simply desperate not to fall behind them.
“I remember feeling like that,” Su confessed, watching Rin from across the courtyard. “Not with metalbending... but with Mom.”
You glanced toward her, your eyes softening.
“I spent years thinking I'd never be enough for her.” She added, the impossible standards that came with being a beifong will always be a burden your children will carry despite raising them not to care what others think.
You reached out for her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “You were.”
“I know that now.” Su smiled faintly, a distant look in her eyes. “Rin doesn't.”
Another metallic groan rang through the courtyard. Toph crouched beside Rin, saying something too quiet for either of you to hear.
Rin nodded and you watched as she took a breath. Your daughter planted her feet into the earth perfectly only for the metal panel not to move at all, not even a twitch.
Just when Toph was about to comment something that would definitely make things worse the teenager finally snapped.
“I'M TRYING!” Rin shouted, tears stinging her eyes as she slammed both fists toward the earth.
The courtyard trembled under her rage, At first it looked like an ordinary earthbending strike. Then the stone beneath Rin's feet cracked apart and orange light burst through the fractures.
“Mom?" Su whispered.
The cracks widened and split open like spider webs. Heat rolled across the courtyard in suffocating waves as glowing molten rock forced its way through the training floor, turning solid stone into rivers of brilliant orange.
For one impossible moment nobody moved. Lin stared wide eyed and Su's jaw dropped. Even you found yourself frozen in complete disbelief before your maternal instinct kicked in and you were on your feet and across the yard before you could blink.
“She's a Lava bender.” Lin breathed, fascinated.
The realization struck everyone at once. Rin hadn't failed to metalbend, She had just discovered an entirely different talent.
Unfortunately for all of you, She had no idea how to stop it and it terrified her.
“Mama!” Rin cried, stumbling backward as another stream of molten stone spread across the arena. “I-I can't control it!”
Panic flooded her face and your heart hammered in your chest. You couldn't reach them, not with the lava pooling. You were a fire bender yourself, but it seemed the more terrified she became the more it spread amd you couldn't cool it all.
Every frightened breath only made the lava surge farther, swallowing chunks of the training grounds. “I can't stop!”
“Rin.” Toph's voice cut cleanly through the chaos. The single word carried decades of authority. “You're okay, just focus on me.”
Rin's frantic breathing faltered, she listened to her mama, tears streaming down her cheeks freely now. “I'm scared..”
“I know.” Toph sighed, her voice low, still keeping the same calm.
Rin's eyes left her mother as the heat intensified around them. “It's spreading!”
“Lava does that.” She said plainly.
"I don't know what I'm doing!"
Toph stepped closer without a trace of hesitation, stopping only a few feet from the glowing river separating them.
“You don't,” She agreed calmly, another pulse of lava rippled outward. “But you know what?”
Rin shook her head desperately.
“Neither did I.” Toph rested one bare foot against the stone as she continued to calm Rin down.
“When I invented metalbending, you think I knew what I was doing?” Toph asked, a crooked smile tugging at her lips. “I made it up as I went.”
Rin let out a shaky laugh despite herself.
“You don't need to be your sisters.” Toph tells her gently, “Just be you Rin, that is all I have ever wanted.”
Lin stepped forward. “She's right.”
Su joined her, cupping her hands around her mouth. “You hear us, Rin? You're doing something none of us can!”
“You've already done the impossible,” Lin called out to her sister. “Now breathe.”
“You've got this!” Su added. “We're not going anywhere!”
Rin swallowed hard, the fear was still there, but so was her family.
Toph nodded once, feeling the tension leave her daughter's shoulders. “Feel the stone beneath the heat.”
Rin closed her eyes, her heart was hammering in her chest and she listened to the earth and focused on the things around her she could control, which was her breathing.
“The lava isn't your enemy,” Toph said steadily. “It's still earth. Slower. Heavier. Listen to it.”
Rin sucked in another breath, zeroing in to the sound of her mother's voice.
“The same way I taught you to feel every stone under your feet.”
The molten rock quivered ans the ground groaned beneath her feet as she followed her mother's careful instructions.
“Good.” Toph hummed, “Now guide it.”
The glowing current hesitated at first under her unsteady hands. Then, inch by inch, the lava began to retreat. The brilliant orange dulled as it cooled, hardening back into black volcanic stone that spread across the ruined courtyard in jagged patterns.
Nobody spoke until the final ribbon of molten earth solidified. Rin opened her twaeful eyes, her shoulders shaking as terror still flowed through her. “I did it?”
Toph's grin was impossible to hide. “No.” She walked across the newly formed stone and pulled her youngest daughter into a fierce hug. “You did something even better.”
Rin buried her face against her mother's shoulder, sobbing into her chest as her body shook with each wretched cry.
“You found your own path and I'm so proud of you.” Toph tells her affectionately.
Behind them, Su whooped loud enough for the entire city to hear while Lin, usually so composed, actually laughed before wrapping both of them in a crushing embrace.
You remained where you were for only a moment longer, your own eyes misting over as you watched your family gathered together in the center of the courtyard.
Rin had spent years believing she was falling behind her sisters. None of you had realized she had simply been walking toward a destiny that belonged to her alone.
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Later that night, after the laughter from dinner had faded and the rest of the family had retired to their own rooms, you and Toph finally escaped to the quiet of your bedroom.
Moonlight spilled through the open balcony doors, painting silver streaks across the polished floor while the distant sounds of Zaofu settled into a peaceful hush. The air carried the scent of fresh rain and flowering vines from the gardens below.
Toph stepped out of the adjoining bathroom, a towel draped loosely around her shoulders. Damp strands of silver-streaked hair clung to the back of her neck as droplets traced lazy paths down her shoulders before disappearing beneath the collar of her sleep shirt.
Decades had softened some of the sharper edges of her face, leaving gentle lines thst were reminders of every laugh she'd shared, and battle she had survived against all odds. She was older now, but no less formidable and it was moments like this where you really got to appreciate her.
She paused in the doorway, feeling your gaze piercing through her from where she stood. “I can feel you giving me that look.”
You glanced up from your spot on the edge of the bed, trying and failing to suppress the grin spreading across your face. “What look?”
“The one that says you're about to become insufferable,” Toph said.
“I have no idea what you're talking about.”
“You do.” She crossed the room, stopping directly in front of you. “I can practically hear the smugness radiating off you.”
You tapped your chin, “I was just thinking.”
“Dangerous pastime.”
You laughed, leaning forward. “I was thinking,” You began, dropping your voice to a sweet, mocking tone, “that I was technically right.”
Toph folded her arms, her head tilting slightly. “About what exactly?”
You tipped your chin up, amusement warming your voice. “Rin's a firebender.”
Toph let out an exaggerated scoff, rolling her eyes. “No.”
You blinked innocently. “Pretty sure lava glows and burns things, last I checked.” You spread your hands wide, leaning into her space. “So..”
Toph reached out with practiced accuracy, flicking your forehead hard enough to snap your head back. “So, she's not a firebender.”
“Violence isn't an argument,” You grumbled, rubbing the sore spot while shooting your wife a glare she couldn't see.
“It is when you're wrong,” She shot back instantly, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
You snorted, shifting your weight on the mattress. “You've spent fourteen years insisting she'd end up just like you.”
“And she did.”
“Did she?” At your quiet question, Toph's posture shifted. The playful defiance softened, and her shoulders dropped. The fierce confidence that usually defined her gave way to a quiet, vulnerable stillness.
“She's an earthbender,” Toph said softly, her voice carrying a warmth reserved only for her family. “She just found a road neither of us expected.”
She stepped closer and sank onto the edge of the bed beside you, the mattress dipping under her weight. Her shoulder brushed yours, a steady, grounding presence.
“Lava isn't fire, and it isn't ordinary earth, either.” She stated, as if convincing herself as much as you.
“I know,” You replied gently, dropping the teasing act entirely.
Toph shifted further up the bed and leaned back against the metal headboard, staring blankly ahead with those unseeing pale eyes, though you knew she was processing every vibration in the room. “She's in a category of her own.”
The pride in her voice was impossible to miss. It was a tone she rarely used, reserved only for monumental moments and this certainly counted as one.
You shifted closer, resting your head lightly against her shoulder. “I've never heard you sound so impressed. And you've trained hundreds of earthbenders, baby.”
“Mhm,” She murmured, her hand finding yours on the blanket and squeezing it briefly.
“But today..”
“Today,” Toph finished for you, her voice dropping to a low, reverent whisper, “I experienced my daughter discovering something that can't be taught.”
Silence settled comfortably between you, the ambient sounds of Zaofu humming faintly outside the window.
“I thought she was going to panic herself into passing out.” You admitted with a quiet laugh, you could still feel some of the residual adrenaline in your chest as your daughters terrified face flashed in your mind.
“The only thing going through my mind was that if she didn't stop she was going to melt half the city,” Toph commented dryly, her grip on your hand tightening.
You lifted your head from her shoulder, looking at her profile in surprise. “You looked awfully calm out there.”
“I wasn't.” Toph shook her head, her jaw tightening as she stared blankly at the wall. “I was terrified.”
The confession was so unexpected that it left you momentarily speechless. Toph rarely admitted to being scared of anything.
“I couldn't let her hear that,” She continued, her voice dropping to a rare, gritty vulnerability. “If I'd panicked, she would've panicked harder.”
“Well, you fooled me,” You sighed. “You knew exactly what to say to ground her.”
“But I didn't through.” She muttered, a self-deprecating smirk flashing across her face before vanishing. “I guessed and surprisingly it worked.”
You smiled, leaning your temple against hers. “It was a very good guess, Toph.”
She squeezed your hand again, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she wrapped her arms securely around you. “I've learned a few things after raising three daughters. They don't need me to have every answer. They just need to believe I do.”
A soft knock interrupted the quiet of the room. Three hesitant, uneven taps vibrated through the wood.
Rin looked almost guilty for disturbing you, one hand was gripping the edge of the door while the other nervously twisted the sleeve of her nightshirt.
“Am I bothering you?” The uncertainty in her voice caught both of you off guard. Your youngest was many things- stubborn, determined, loud when she wanted to be, but hesitant was rarely one of them.
“Never.” You said warmly, softening your expression to let her know she was always welcome.
Toph patted the empty space on the mattress beside her. “Get in here, kid.”
Rin slipped into the room, letting the door click shut before padding softly across the floor. She climbed onto the bed with far less of her usual confident swagger, moving hesitantly before settling right between the two of you without a word. For a long moment, she simply stared down at her palms, turning them over as if expecting to see the glowing lava materialize out of thin air.
“I-.” She swallowed hard, her voice trembling. “I keep thinking about today.”
Toph stayed quiet, dropping her hand to the mattress to feel the subtle vibrations of Rin’s uneven breathing, giving her the space she needed to speak.
“What if I lose control again?” Rin asked softly, her shoulders hunching inward. “What if next time I hurt someone?”
You wrapped a reassuring arm around her shoulders, drawing her small frame close against your side. “You didn't hurt anyone today, sweetie.”
“But I could have,” Her bottom lip wobbled, the raw fear finally breaking through. You both knew she couldn't hurt a fly. But Rin was only fourteen and you understood how scary this must be for her especially given how she discovered it on accident.
Toph shifted, reaching over to rest a heavy, steady hand on her daughter's knee. “That's exactly why we train. Lavabending's no different from anything else. It's new, and it's scary. And until this morning, you didn't even know you could do it.”
Rin looked up, searching Toph's blind, pale eyes for any sign of deceit. “So... you don't think I'm dangerous?”
Toph gave a quiet, affectionate huff, a proud smirk breaking across her face. “Kid,” She said, reaching over to rough up Rin's hair until it stood on end. “I think you're a Beifong.”
For the first time since she'd poked her head through the door, a genuine laugh broke through Rin's anxiety. The nervous tension finally melted from her shoulders as she leaned heavily into both of you, letting herself just be a kid instead of carrying the weight of being extraordinary.
AN: Yall be having auch great ideas . Tysm anon for sending this in.
About the next avatar show, my expectations for avatar Pavi are pretty low, not bc of her but bc that whole apocalypitic thing doesn't seem charming to me and basically throws away the worldbuilding we knew and loved, but what do you think? Do you like the premise of the show so far?
Ngl im convinced the writers hate korra cus like this apocalyptic stuff is just more material for her haters and as korra's #1 defender on x I know when this show comes out we're going to be fighting for our lives.
I will say I am excited for new avatar content in general because the Netflix show just pisses me off. I could go on for hours about it.
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