"It's never been just you n me before,"

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Playing Fame is a Gun because I fucking can

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Intro:

The Gaang had finally stopped moving.

After days of relentless travel toward Ba Sing Se—days of dodging Azula’s blue fire, slipping through narrow passes, and pushing Appa far harder than any of them liked—the quiet clearing felt like a gift from the spirits. A small pocket of forest opened into a sun‐warmed meadow, ringed by tall pines and soft underbrush. The nearby river murmured steadily, its cool voice threading through the camp like a lullaby.

Appa sprawled in the grass with a relieved groan, already half-asleep. Sokka and Zuko had disappeared into the trees with his boomerang and a determined promise to “forage like a professional.” Katara and Aang were down by the riverbank, the splash and swirl of waterbending practice echoing faintly through the woods.

That left you and Toph alone at camp.

Toph lay flat on her back atop a smooth boulder she’d pulled from the earth, hands folded behind her head, bare feet pointed toward the sky. The sunlight warmed her skin, and the vibrations of the forest—rustling leaves, distant water, Appa’s slow breathing—settled around her like a blanket.

“Y’know,” she said casually, tilting her head toward you though her eyes stayed closed, “I’m starting to realize it’s never been just me and you before. No Aang tripping over himself, no Sokka yelling about food, no Sugar Queen hovering. Just us.”

A faint smirk tugged at her mouth, the kind she used when she pretended something wasn’t a big deal even though it secretly was.

The forest around you felt even quieter after she said it—like the world itself was leaning in to listen.