Proud ParentThey threw me down roughly on my knees, my energy drained and my body aching from the electricity that had coursed through my body not too long ago. The rain came thundering down on me, soaking me wet until my hair stuck to my face. I felt so defeated, so weak, so pathetic...My pride was crushed by being defeated and forced to kneel before this monster. And yet, I found the strength to look up at my enemy through the pouring rain.More Like This
"Tell me where the Avatar is and I'll let you keep your bending."
I glared at him, not daring to look away in fear for that wasn't the way I was raised. I wasn't raised to cower against fear or by those who have a greater power than me. I was raised to be a Beifong.
"I won't tell you anything, you monster!"
He walked around behind me and I closed my eyes slowly, relishing for what may be my last moments as a bender. And with the last few moments I had, everything fell silent to my ears as he placed his hands on me and my eyes shot wide open when
MotherToph never saw herself as a mother. She never saw herself a kind, caring, or gentle. She was Toph. She was strong, rough, reckless, and daring. The complete opposite of a mother. She never understood the feeling of being a mother, no matter how many times Katara tried to explain it to her. And she never understood the meaning of "bundle of joy." How can babies be a "bundle of joy" when all they did was cry, poop, and pee all over themselves? How was it possible to give birth to a child and then become eternally happy after all that pain?More Like This
But with the little baby in her arms, she finally understood what it meant to be a mother, to feel the happiness, to understand the meaning of "bundle of joy." She would have a little Toph running around the house. She would get to teach her daughter how to earthbend, and eventually metalbend.
And as she kissed the little baby's head with a smile, she made a promise.
"I'll always love you, accept you, be proud of you, and be you
Finding Out - Legend of Korra fanficFinding OutMore Like This
"Toph, who is Lin's father?" Sokka asked casually, grinning at the baby girl in Toph's arms and letting the baby grip his finger. She smiled a toothless grin at him and giggled.
Toph felt her cheeks heat up. She looked towards the ground letting her loose hair cover her face. "Well, um, he's he doesn't know. He left before I could tell him. He had to leave," she murmured. Well, if anything, it was the truth. At least she wasn't lying to him. She sighed and lifted her face back to his.
"Well, he's an idiot. He's missing out on so much. I'll bet she's going to be just like you, in her looks and temperament. Except for her eyes. They look very familiar," he said with a grin, smiling at the little girl. He studied the mix of gold and light green.
"I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not," she laughed, grinning.
Gone With Lin Chapter SevenMore Like This
Lin stared at the radio that hissed with feed as Koto messed with it in order to find the radio signal.
"Comfortable?" Koto glanced up at Lin who just blankly looked up at him. She met his cold blue eyes. They had a dangerous edge about them that sent chills up Lin's arms.
Koto rolled his eyes as she looked away. He caught sight of her arms; rough and torn apart from the abuse she had faced the past couple of days. In a way, he pitied the little girl that could be no older then five. She didn't do anything to wind up in this storm... none the less. She was valuable. Lin was the only thing that Chief Beifong really cherished.
"When can I see my mommy?" The big green eyes seemed to stare into Koto's very soul.
"Er. Soon. Marc is just having a chat with he-"
"He hurt her." Lin spat at Koto. Her spit glob landing on the toe of his boot. Koto took a sharp inhale at the action of disrespect.
"we just need her to work with us. She didn't want to help." He paced towards Lin, who quickly stared
Worthy (Toph x Zuko one-shot)More Like This
A/N: While not actually FOR my project, Esteemed, this flash fiction is based on some of the ideas I have in mind for it. This one-shot (and the fan art accompanying it) is a late Christmas present to my good friend, DeviantArt user eevee445.
Toph sniffed the warm vapors, taking in the grassy scent. She clutched her tired fingers around the cup, savoring the heat the seeped through her calloused skin.
"Thanks," she breathed out, her eyelids having slid closed.
"You're welcome," Zuko replied, pouring his own cup. He paused, caught off guard by this brief moment of serenity in Toph's face. Her eyes closed, a peacefully neutral expression about her...Her hair was a complete mess, of course, and her outfit was...somewhat lacking in pizazz, but in that short-lived moment, Zuko found himself acknowledging that despite Toph's best efforts, she was growing into a fine young woman. The dirt, the untamed hair, and the foul, snarky looks held that fact back, and in turn, drove aw
Esteemed - RecoveryMore Like This
A/N: This chapter (the fifth written for Esteemed) takes place the day after chapter 1, 'Afraid Not.' The narrative points this out, but I figured I'd mention it here, just in case.
-128 ASC; Summer-
-Toph's age: 40-
-Lin's age: 8-
"-...om? ...ke p...Mom...C'm...up!"
"Nngh...?" Toph was slowly waking up to the sound of a familiar voice, her muscles sore and achy. There was a repeated pressure against her abdomen. Ouch. Ouch. Owwwww, what-?
"It's late, Mom! You shouldn't sleep all day."
As Toph pulled herself up from her mattress, her head was thrown into a state of dizziness as it pounded with pain. Damnit, she was hung over, for sure.
"Lin...?" Toph mumbled, pushing messy hair strands from her lips with a 'Puh!'
"Come on, get up."
Toph was still gaining her senses to the world around her. She nudged her sheet off, exposing her bare shins and arms to the air arou
Esteemed - ShiverMore Like This
This chapter takes place during events of 'The Promise,' so if you have yet to read it, a lot of the context won't make complete sense. Since there is a certain plot-ish kind of point that I think is a big deal for the story I want to tell, I've copied some dialogue from the comic to make sure this device is made apparent, while also adding in extra narrative and dialogue around existing pieces from the comic. A lot of these earlier chapters are directly connected to scenes from the series, but most chapters for this series will not follow that format.
-101 ASC; Summer-
-Toph's age: 13-
Their shouts reverberated off of the dojo walls, their movements sending subtle vibrations across the stone floor.
Feet were steadied and fists were thrust out. But the coins did not move from their positions, wedged atop their stalks of bamboo.
"Nothing," sighed Ho Tun, the largest of the three. "No movement at all."
Esteemed - Big To-DoMore Like This
A/N: This is the third written chapter of 'Esteemed,' a series dedicated to exploring the theoretical lives of Toph and Lin Beifong. Once in a while, I will write chapters from Lin's perspective, though the majority of the story I have planned is in regards to Toph. A running theme that connects the two together is not only their bond as mother and daughter but also, as the series' title implies, their role as 'Esteemed Chief of Police' and the weight that kind of job can have.
This story is accompanied by a growing collection of fan art. You find this at the DA group listed above or at the project's Facebook page (Search for Esteemed Beifongs) where you can follow all updates for the project. You can find these links in the description.
-170 ASC; Autumn-
-Lin's age: 50-
Great. That weasel-snake Councilman wanted her attention. Well, he had arranged this bloated so
Esteemed - DenialMore Like This
A/N: DA user SqueakyE did a sketch commission for this chapter. You can find it in the description.
-119 ASC; Winter-
-Toph's age: 31-
I don't want this. I never wanted this.
How did I let this happen?
Is this real? If this is a real thing, what am I going to do?
The brain of Toph Beifong was being flooded from both sides that evening: one side by a stream of dreadful thoughts, the other by a steady trickling of saké. Her mind's meanderings ran ice cold while the saké was piping hot. The rice wine stung at the edges of her throat on the way down, a masochistic delight in her self-loathing state.
Her home was just as quiet that evening as it generally was. Its thick stone walls shielded her ears from the usual torrent of noise emanating from the nearby city streets. But this didn't stop her sensitive feet from feeling the hundreds of thousands of vibrations in any given minute. She had kicked