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Midnight Demands
Toph Beifong x Pregnant!Female Reader
WC: 2.9k
Synopsis: You wake Toph up in the middle of the night craving something very specific.
Content/Warnings: sfw, fluff.
The last few mornings you woke up too nauseous to even look at food, but tonight, the pendulum had swung completely in the opposite direction. You woke up in the middle of the night, starving. You chewed on your bottom lip, contemplating what to do. The baby was awake too. You could feel the soft, fluttering kicks against your ribs, tiny feet demanding to be fed.
The bedroom was pitch-black and relatively silent except for the deep, steady breathing of your wife asleep beside you. Toph was sprawled out on her back, one arm thrown over her eyes as she slept. After pulling a grueling double shift at police headquarters, she looked utterly dead to the world.
Your stomach let out a ferocious growl that was almost painful. The craving hit you like a runaway train. Your mouth watered, your mind entirely hyper-focused on a highly specific combination of food that you needed to have right this second.
You turned on your side, the prominent swell of your belly shifting against the mattress. You reached out and poked Toph’s bare, muscular shoulder.
“Toph,” You whispered urgently, nudging her again. “Toph, wake up.”
A low groan rumbled from somewhere deep in Toph's chest, but she didn't move an inch, her body still firmly pressed into the mattress. Beneath her, the faint vibrations of tiny feet fluttering against your ribs traveled through the bed. Even deep in sleep, her seismic sense remained tuned to every subtle shift in your body.
The baby's sudden burst of activity registered almost immediately, acting like a silent alarm that slowly pulled her toward wakefulness.
“Babe,” You insisted, pressing your palm against her chest and shaking her slightly. “Toph, please. The baby wants something.”
Slowly, Toph dragged her arm off her face. A groan escaped her as she rolled onto her side to face you in the darkness. Still caught somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, she reached for you without hesitation, her broad, warm hand settling against the bare curve of your stomach. Her fingers spread across the rounded swell, feeling for the tiny vibrations beneath her palm as though checking on both of you before she'd even fully woken up.
She remained still for a moment, blinking sleepily into the darkness, her seismic sense quietly tracking every tiny shift and flutter as the baby moved inside you.
“What's wrong? The kid's throwing a fit in there.” Toph muttered, her voice rough and still laced with sleep. “Sounds like she's earthbending your insides, baby.”
A small smile tugged at her lips as another flutter pressed against her palm. “What'd you do this time?”
You let out a soft whimper and leaned your forehead against her shoulder, seeking out her warmth.
“I didn't do anything,” You mumbled miserably. “She's starving, Toph. We're both starving.”
Toph blinked slowly, a disbelieving huff of laughter escaping her as she sank deeper into her pillow.
“Sweetheart, it's the middle of the night,” She rasped, her fluttering shut as sleep threatened to take hold of her once again. "The kitchen is right out there. Can't it wait until breakfast?”
“No, it can't,” You protested, tugging firmly on her arm. “And we don't even have it in the kitchen anyway. I need you to go out and get it.”
Toph groaned and tipped her head back against the pillow, staring up at the ceiling.
“Go out?” She repeated incredulously. "Sweetheart, telling by how quiet and empty the streets are it's probably three in the morning. Which means Republic City is fast asleep, and so was I. What could you possibly want that requires me to get up right now?”
You leaned over her, resting your chin on her chest as you looked down at her in the darkness.
“I want dumplings,” You said, your mouth watering the moment you thought about them. “But not just any dumplings. I need the spicy fire-ferret dumplings from the night market by the docks.”
A dreamy sigh escaped you. “The ones drenched in chili oil and can you get a side of peanut sauce too?”
Toph shook her head as her hand slid from your stomach to give your hip a gentle squeeze.
“Fire-ferret dumplings?” She echoed. “At three in the morning?”
She snorted. “Babe, that vendor closed hours ago. He's probably asleep in his own bed by now, dreaming about not having customers show up in the middle of the night demanding dumplings.”
“Then go wake him up!” You huffed, fisting the front of her nightshirt. “You're the chief and friends with the Avatar. Use your privilege! The future of the Beifong lineage depends on these chili dumplings, Toph.”
Toph's sightless eyes stared at you for a long moment before she let out a bark of laughter. “Sweetheart, that's not how any of that works.”
You deflated, “Why not?”
“Because being chief doesn't give me the authority to wake innocent dumpling vendors in the middle of the night.” There was amusement in her voice at the absurdity of the sentence.
You opened your mouth to argue but she cut you off, already anticipating what you were going to say.
“Listen to me, sweetheart,” Toph said with a sigh, her voice a deep, lazy rumble against your cheek. “I am not conducting a raid on a dumpling cart at three in the morning because you're hungry.”
Your eyes had already begun to water. You sniffled and tried to pull away, turning onto your side to make your misery known. But Toph doesn't let you get an inch. She rolls over, wrapping both arms firmly around your waist and pulling you flush against her chest. She buries her face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, her massive arms enveloping you and cutting off your escape.
“Hey, come here. Don't do that,” Toph said, her tone softening the moment she felt the hitch in your breathing.
She nuzzled her face against your shoulder and pressed a gentle kiss there before settling closer.
“I'm not leaving you miserable,” She continued, one arm tightening around your waist. “I'm just trying to negotiate.”
“Look, let's make a deal,” Toph said, her lips brushing the side of your neck as she spoke. One hand remained draped over your stomach, her thumb tracing slow, soothing circles across the curve of your belly.
“I happen to know for a fact that we still have a jar of that spicy Fire Nation sauce from when we visited Zuko shoved in the back of the pantry.”
She paused, giving your stomach a gentle pat when another flutter pressed against her palm. “And we've got leftover noodles from yesterday.”
The mere thought of day-old noodles made your eyes sting even more. Fresh tears slipped silently onto the pillow as you buried your face deeper into it. As if determined to prove your point, your stomach let out another long, miserable growl directly beneath Toph's hand.
“I will get up,” Toph offered, her voice taking on that patient tone she always uses when you got like this. “I will go into that kitchen, heat up those noodles until they're ridiculously overcooked, just the way you like them, and drown them in enough chili oil to make your ears smoke.”
Her hand continued tracing lazy circles across your stomach. “I'll even bring them back here and serve them to you in bed.”
She tilted her head slightly against yours. “No trip to the docks or waking innocent dumpling vendors. Just hot food in ten minutes.”
A small smile tugged at her lips. “What do you say, sweetheart? Deal?”
You finally lifted your head from the damp pillow, blinking up at her through tear-stained lashes as you carefully considered the offer.
“You never cook,” You pointed out, your voice small with suspicion.
“I haven't had a reason to until now,” Toph said softly.
She pressed a kiss at the corner of your mouth, her hand rubbing the curve of your stomach in a gentle, familiar touch.
“I'll figure it out,” She promised. “For my two favorite girls.”
The sharp ache in your stomach eased slightly at the thought of Toph standing over the stove in the middle of the night just for you. Finally, your resolve seemed to crack, just as she knew it would.
“Fine,” You whispered at last, your fingers finding hers and lacing together over the curve of your stomach. You gave her hand a small squeeze just as another gentle flutter brushed against your palm.
“You have a deal.” You relented, though there was still a hint of skepticism in your voice. “But they better be exactly how I like them or you're going out.”
Toph let out a quiet chuckle, finally untangling herself from around you. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and planted her feet on the cool floorboards with a resigned sigh.
“Oh, they'll be perfect,” She said, sounding far more confident for someone who rarely stepped foot in the kitchen. She gave your hand one last squeeze before standing. “Just stay put, sweetheart. I've got this.”
Toph slipped out of the warmth of the bed and quietly made her way toward the bedroom door. The apartment was as familiar to her as breathing, every room mapped out through the steady vibrations beneath her feet.
A few moments later, the quiet apartment filled with the sounds of cabinets opening, a cast-iron skillet being pulled from its place, and the pantry door scraping softly across the floor. Despite the darkness, she moved around with complete confidence, easily locating everything she needed.
From your spot in bed, you could hear the faint clink of glass as she found the jar of Fire Nation chili sauce, followed by the rustle of a container being pulled from the fridge.
You managed to stay in bed for all of two minutes before curiosity got the best of you. With a soft sigh, you pushed the tangled blankets aside and carefully swung your legs over the edge of the mattress. The curve of your five-month belly made the movement slower than it used to be as one hand automatically came down to support it as you stood.
The apartment was dark except for the pale moonlight filtering through the windows, casting silvery strips across the floorboards. You padded quietly down the hallway, drawn by the sounds of Toph moving around the kitchen.
The closer you got, the stronger the scent of chili oil became, making your stomach growl as your hunger grew impossible to ignore.
You stopped just shy of the kitchen, leaning your shoulder against the doorframe as you watched her. Toph stood at the counter with her back to you, sleeves pushed up and hair still rumpled from sleep. Moonlight spilled through the windows, catching along the strong lines of her shoulders as she heated up the pan on the stove.
You didn't say anything at first. You simply stood there, watching her. The sight was oddly endearing.
“I told you to stay in bed,” Toph said, as she turned her head slightly in your direction. “You're hovering over the chef. That's a violation of my kitchen protocol.”
The amusement in her voice made your smile widen. “You cook one time and now you have kitchen rules?"
“Yup” She reached for the spoon without missing a beat. “And you're still breaking every last one of them.”
“You're taking too long,” You complained, crossing your arms over the top of your belly. “I came to make sure you're actually cooking.”
Toph scoffed, “It's been like two minutes.”
“Two minutes too long.” The moment the words left your mouth, your stomach let out a loud, demanding sound that echoed through the quiet kitchen.
Toph turned back towards the stove, her movements a little quicker as she worked. The smoky scent of Fire Nation chili oil wafted through the kitchen, curling through the air alongside the steam rising from the pan.
The scrape of metal echoed as she gave the noodles one final stir before turning off the heat.
“There,” She declared, scooping the noodles onto a plate. They were exactly how you liked them– soft, slightly charred around the edges, and drenched in enough chili oil to stain them a deep red.
Toph rested her hands on her hips for a moment, tilting her head slightly as she tracked the impatient shifting of your feet across the floor. “You know, hovering doesn't actually make this process any faster.”
"It kinda did, though."
Toph let out an amused huff and shook her head. “You're lucky you're cute."
Before you could come up with a rebuttal, she grabbed a pair of chopsticks and turned toward you, balancing the plate carefully in one hand.
“Alright,” She said, a satisfied grin spreading across her face. “Emergency craving officially handled. Back to the bedroom so the chef can deliver your order.”
You hurried back to the room and crawled back into bed, pulling the tangled sheets up over your waist to settle into the pillows. Toph wasn't far behind, her bare feet padding across the rug before she sank onto the edge of the mattress. The bed dipped beneath her weight as she balanced the steaming plate with practiced ease.
Your nostrils flared as you breathed in the rich aroma of the noodles, a fresh wave of hunger twisting in your stomach. Toph expertly twisted a generous clump of overcooked noodles around the chopsticks, steam curling up from the plate between her hands.
“Open up.” Toph purrs, blowing gently across the noodles to make sure they weren't too hot. Guided by the sound of your breathing and the subtle rustle of the blankets as you leaned forward, she brought the chopsticks to your lips.
You leaned forward and took the bite eagerly. True to her word, the spice hit the back of your throat, making your eyes water as the heat spread across your tongue. A relieved hum escaped you as you chewed, some of the tension finally draining from your shoulders.
“Mm,” You sighed. “This is so good, baby.”
Toph's cheeks tinted at the praise, she was looking entirely too pleased with herself as she sat beside you holding the plate. “Told you I'd take care of it.”
You parted your lips as she offered you another bite, smiling around the noodles once you'd swallowed.
“You always do, baby,” You tell her between bite, feeling oddly emotional. “I love you so much.”
Toph's expression softened at once. The teasing tone she'd carried all night melted into something gentler as she sat beside you, her fingers curling around the chopsticks still in her hand.
“Love you too, sweetheart,” She replied tenderly. She shifted the plate onto her lap before reaching toward the bedside table. Her hand found the glass of water with no issue, and she held it out for you to drink.
“Now drink,” She ordered, nudging it into your hands. “I know our little earthbender is probably sweating in there with all that heat.”
While you sipped the water her free hand rested on your belly as she leaned in closer, her voice softening into something fond and amused.
“Your mother's trying to turn you into a firebender just like her,” Toph whispered scandalously, her lips hovering near your stomach as she spoke directly to the little life growing inside. “But don't worry. I won't let her.”
Her thumb made slow, absent circles over your skin.
“You can stay my little earthbender,” She added quietly, a hint of a smile in her voice. “I'll teach you everything I know.”
Your eyes watered, not from the noodles this time, but from something deeper settling in your chest. It wasn’t just the food or even the way she held you–it was her.
Toph had doubts she rarely said out loud, you found out long ago about her stubborn belief that she’d somehow mess up a kid. She didn’t have to tell you this, you heard it in the way she deflected when you asked her how she wanted to raise your daughter. She looked at you like you weee crazy for even considering her opinion in anything relating to parenting.
But now here she was, months later, hand resting on your belly, speaking to your child like it was the most natural thing in the world.
And it hit you all at once, how much she had changed without ever becoming less of herself. Toph Beifong was complicated, a little rough around every edge, and impossible to read from the outside. But when she loved, she didn’t hold anything back. It was steady, intense, and unwavering in a way that left no room for doubt.
You blinked hard, swallowing past the lump forming in your throat. Moments like this were why you wanted this life with her. Because somehow, even with all her doubts, she showed up anyway.
And for you, that would always be enough.
AN: I been on a roll with the fluff lately 😌
