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WAWA WEEK PART 2: THE WAWAING
26/3 - Exorcism: VESSELS
Reigen, Dimple, and Serizawa are out on a mission to take out something that's been affecting an old, abandoned industrial area.
Teen rating. Some depictions of animal abuse, hurt animals. Mild horror themes. More implied Seri/Rei cause I can't help it ok.
3k~ words
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Clouds shifted over the sun leaving the last bit of brightness lost amongst disused smoke stacks and broken power lines. Every building rose to the same five story height- wide glass panel windows at the top with mortar and brick for the walls, all cracked and stained with grease. Cheap, corrugated metal served as roofs which did little else but keep out the weather, though rust and time had ruined that as well.
“Great.” Reigen had just finished lighting a cigarette and was now looking up at the darkening sky, a line of smoke rising from his lips. “Let’s get this done before it starts to rain.”
What few bits of nature that remained had barely managed to cling on. Serizawa remembered a movie where some old building had been reclaimed and covered in vines with plants breaking through the rubble that covered ground. Not here. Dried, brown grass peaked out from between the edges of the concrete paths, and what little dirt there was hosted nothing but sickly brambles that barely reached up a few feet. Glass lay shattered alongside other random debris causing their path to wind despite the straight, gridded construction. Not a single bird or insect could be heard.
“I think-“ Serizawa paused, giving a distant stare toward the far building on their left. A weak gust of wind billowed up dust that was less dirt and more eroded concert and rust. “I think I sense something.”
“Ugh.” Dimple floated over with little arms flopping down from his gaseous form. “No you don’t.” He cast an arrant glace at Serizawa. “Stop trying to impress all the time.”
A blush. Serizawa turned away.
“Hey.” Reigen exhaled through both his nose and lips, smoke trailing up and fading into the cloudy sky. A stiff hand rose nearly slicing through the floating spirit. “I only brought you along to help us ID this thing. Not to sass my employees.”
“Yeah whatever.” Dimple floated up right behind Reigen’s head. “Guess I’ll just have to sass only you then.”
Serizawa rubbed the back of his neck, still avoiding any eye contact. He really had felt something ahead, just weak and hard to focus on. Then he heard it: some scratching on the stone as a shadow moved along the side of the building. His feet shifted against the dusty path and he put himself between his boss and the entity, one arm ready at his side and the other out to keep Reigen from walking any closer.
“Stand back, Reigen-san!”
The air grew tense in the silence with only a few rustling sounds. Then there came a hiss and pebbles flew up as a cat bolted from its meager cover and fled down the path they had just came from.
“Ha ha!” Dimple made an exaggerated flip in the air. “A cat! You’re all worked up over a stupid stray cat!”
Frowning, Serizawa lowered his arm while his shoulders drooped. The client had reported a terrible spirit here that could even claw through the brick walls and metal support beams. Wasn’t it good he was being more safe than sorry?
“Wait.” Reigen stepped forward, holding his own serious expression despite the false alarm. “Look, there’s another one.”
Another cat emerged from a hole in the building’s wall followed by a smaller kitten: one ginger and one a dark tabby. They wandered across the path into another broken wall before disappearing.
“Odd there’s even animals here.” Reigen brought up a hand to his chin in contemplation. “This wasn’t any kind of food processing plant or storage. All construction and industry. Not like they’d have rats to prey on.”
Serizawa took comfort in Reigen’s knowledge but still let out a long exhale. Stay calm and focused, your boss is counting on you. He peered up into the sky to gather a few ounces of clarity before looking around for any more animals. Not a tree in site yet a few sparrows were sitting on an exposed metal pipe. Maybe that’s what the cats were feeding on? But then what were they eating? He flicked a glance at his boss hoping he had some kind of answer.
“Welp.” Reigen gave a stretch, bringing his cigarette up for a needed drag. “I’m gonna call this one a false alarm.” He turned and exhaled the lung full. “This is probably just some old lady feeding strays that someone thought was a witch or whatever.”
“No.” Serizawa took a few steps away from the group, staring ahead. “I still feel something.”
Crows started to caw from atop the building they had been heading for. There appeared to be over a dozen. All three watched as they formed a perfect circle in the air.
“I do too.” Dimple floated over with his arms crossed.
Reigen brought his hands up. “Alright, so give us some intel on it then.” He gestured at the floating green cloud. “You said you would actually be of help on this job.”
“Can it, pink tie.” A roll of the eyes. “We’re still far away. I can’t magically see through a wall that’s like 100 meters in front of us.”
“Humph.” Reigen grumbled under his breath. “Um, Serizawa?” He looked over at the esper now glaring up at a crow perched on the roof just to their left. “What do you see?”
Dimple jerked back. “Shit!”
That crow. Its eyes looked different. And the beak: somehow it was smiling. He didn’t care if he was wrong again, he had to protect Reigen. His arm rose involuntarily with the palm open and out while his eyes narrowed. Energy focused from his chest to his fingers, forming a concentrated burst. The crow turned and raised its wings at the last moment, flying off with a cackling, mocking call. All that was left was a crater in the stone where it has stood.
“Shit.” Dimple repeated as all three watched the bird fly into the far building through a broken window. All the other crows followed.
“So- demon crow spirit?” A pointing finger towards the window in the distance. Reigen stood before Serizawa and Dimple with his arms posed against his hips for only a moment before he started gesturing once more. “Obviously it’s controlling them. Probably stole some shiny, expensive trinket from our client.”
Dimple sank in the air. “Not even close, dude.”
Reigen crossed his arms. “Ok then oh wise ass- Hey wait!”
He had to stop this. Now. It was far more powerful than he thought, able to hide its true abilities with so many other vessels around it. His shoes skidded along the ground as he turned and entered the largest hole in the wall. Upper right in a bird, along the ground in a rat, along one of the beams as a cat- Serizawa tried to focus but could only stand there with his aura fuming for something to target.
“Oi- hey new c-company rule.” Reigen had caught up and now leaned against the opening with a hand on his chest, breathing hard. The cigarette had been left behind. “No running off into a creepy wareho- oh fuck.”
Serizawa had already noticed. This is where all the plants were. Oddly sick flowers grew along the ground with thorny brambles and a few stunted trees clinging to dead leaves. Above, vines hung down and stretched across the ceiling blocking whatever light would have came in through the holes in the roof. And amidst this cursed greenhouse stood a number of dogs, cats, and rats; all staring over at their new guests.
“Yeah. I was afraid of this.” Dimple had enough sense to only peek inside. “It’s a common type of spirit: posses some living thing and drain its energy over time. Normally likes to feed off of one thing at a time then move on to another victim, but some- well.” There came a hiss from the cats joined by crow calls. “Some like to make a collection.”
Serizawa gritted his teeth, brow furrowed with fists at his side. Left, up, right. Stop moving. Stop hiding. I won’t let you hurt anything else.
“Ohh! More friends to play with!” The voice echoed with a cackle of a cawing bird. The rest flew up into the air forming a fluttering circle around the hawk at the center. “I’ve always wanted a human for my own!” Wings rose, the feathers rotted and falling off. “And you brought a little green snack too.”
“Welp, good luck guys!”
And there went Dimple, flying off through the hole. Reigen shifted until he was behind Serizawa.
“You got this. Take it out.”
Nodding, Serizawa waited for the spirit to make the predictable first move. Knowing it was only lingering in the hawk as a decoy, he kept eying the other animals for a shift in energy. There! A dog tried a lunge from a flanking position but Serizawa was able to turn and release a wave in counter attack. A whine as the poor creature flopped to the ground, its drained body no longer supported by the evil spirit.
“Ohhh you missed!”
A cat, then a rat. Serizawa kept his power in check as to not harm the animals, but it proved difficult with how weak they already were.
“And again! Oh you are so much fun.”
The spirit would concentrate in one while influencing others around it only to jump to another and repeat. This led to an odd hive mind of uniform movement: the creatures mouths all open and eyes wide, stepping closer and closer. A cat latched on to his leg. It was a little ginger like the ones he remembered seeing in an alley he hid in one day after school as a kid. Serizawa frowned.
“What’s the matter? Don’t want to hurt the little kitties?”
More cats were now clawing at his pants with rats and the larger dogs not far behind. Serizawa could feel Reigen’s retreat backwards and he panicked.
“No Reigen-san!” He took his boss’s arm and pulled him close. “Stay by me or you’ll just end up another vessel for it.” Realizing he had gripped too hard he released, meeting Reigen’s eyes. “I’ll protect you.”
Reigen for once had nothing to say, only a nod with a frightened gaze looking back. Gathering his energy around them, Serizawa released a sphere that started from his chest and swelled larger into a shield. Every animal that came in contact with it were pushed back until there was now an angry force of claws and teeth and feathers pounding against the barrier. At least they were not being harmed.
“So cute. Think you’re so clever.”
Serizawa glared as the voice seemed to come from everywhere.
“But you forgot something.”
He tensed, waiting for an attack. A screech as the hawk slammed against the barrier, body broken with unnatural eyes staring right into Serizawa’s. The voice came out as a twisted yell.
“I ALWAYS GET WHAT I WANT.”
The barrier flared for a moment before cracking, releasing a wave of energy. All the animals were now still, most fallen over, others confused and weak on shaking legs.
Serizawa scanned the warehouse in a long arc, checking every animal, every possible vessel. Suddenly a hand rested on his shoulder, causing him to jerk as he turned, mind only now catching up with reality as he stared, wide eyed at his boss.
“Aw, what’s wrong?” Reigen’s face was now pale with sharp teeth poking out from his lips. The words came out as a horrible, mocking hiss. “Did you like this one?”
“No- NO!”
Serizawa stepped back, watching as Reigen stumbled and fell forward, his movement like a child learning to walk. He couldn’t help it and rushed forward, trying to support him. The skin felt cold but there was still a heartbeat.
“Reigen-san!”
A twisted, inhuman face grinned back. “Mine now! So much better than dogs and cats!”
Without thinking, Serizawa gripped Reigen by the collar and lifted him up, pinning the body against the wall a few inches off the ground. His limbs trembled while his muscles clenched along with his jaw.
“Let him go. Now.” His voice came out low and steady in contrast to his frantic mind and raging aura.
Another smile. “You should be the one letting go.” A hand raised and rested on one of Serizawa’s tensed, shaking arms, the now clawed fingers trailing down his sleeve. “I like this one.” The neck lurched forward with a crack. Inhuman eyes glared back, the pupils shrinking to small black pinpoints. “So good luck getting me out with him still alive.”
The grip tightened as Serizawa raised Reigen up higher. His boss was still in there, lost, forced to a corner helpless only to watch. Ignoring the confident grin, Serizawa closed his eyes, blocking out any other stimulus save for the auras around him. The animals were weak but clinging. Dimple was still a far way off; powerless against something like this. And in the middle of it all hung Reigen’s energy. It was not yet weakened only entwined: the evil spirit’s tendrils weaved all around like some fungal infection. But there had to be a way. Like a tangled ball of yawn he had to be able to undo the knots.
“H-hey! How are you doing that?!”
The claws raked at Serizawa’s chest, ripping his suit up. Legs thrashed and lungs hissed in fruitless desperation. Amid the writhing he stood firm, focused as he carefully guided his aura between the monster and his boss. The growling turned to a weary groan. Serizawa opened his eyes to color returning to Reigen’s face and the teeth and claws fading away.
He glared at the remaining bit of the spirit still clinging on. “You can’t have him.”
A burst of energy rose, sweeping up the wall originating from Reigen’s form. Both their suit ties and hair were blown up along with several stones and debris. The wall behind cracked. Screaming started, not from Reigen’s mouth but from inside him before the sprit was torn out, thrashing in the air one last time while Serizawa closed his anger around it. The wind stopped.
“Ugh.” Reigen slumped in Serizawa’s hold, head of messy hair against his shoulder. “Wha- what happened?”
At once Serizawa shifted his grip, guiding his boss down to the ground where he held up his chest and head. Gone was his intense stare with only concern looking down now.
“Are you alright?” Tears started to form as he realized his hadn’t prevented the spirit from draining some of Reigen’s life force. “Please be alright.”
“Feel like I woke up from a hangover.” Reigen tried to raise his head but instead just grumbled and brought a hand up to his forehead. It was only then he realized Serizawa was cradling him in gentle arms- their faces inches from each other. His fingers traced the claw marks on his employee’s suit. “Um. I think I definitely missed something.”
“Reigen-san!” Serizawa trembled before hugging his boss against his chest. “I’m so sorry! I messed up!” He was sobbing now as he buried his face in Reigen’s neck. “It was going to take you I tried to get it out but now you are hurt.” His arms hugged tighter. “I was supposed to protect you!”
“W-woah! Hey!” Reigen protested. “It’s ok big guy! I’m fine.” He pushed back a bit and tried to give some comfort. “Just a headache. So no worries.” A grin, cheeks blushing. “You did great.”
Serizawa’s tear filled eyes met Reigen’s and in their embrace, their lips grew closer, heat rising between them.
“Yeah dang. Even I can admit you did pretty good.”
Dimple floated over, causing Serizawa to drop Reigen in embarrassment.
“Sorry, Reigen-san!” He brushed off some of the dust on both of them, helping Reigen to stand.
A cough. “Where the hell have you been?” Reigen glared up at Dimple, cheeks still red. “Coulda maybe used a heads up or some support.”
“Sorry greatest psychic.” Dimple sneered back. “Best I could have done is maybe posses you first, but that thing was too powerful.” He picked at his nose, eyeing the dying plants twisted vines. “It would have just kicked me out.”
“Fine. Whatever.” Reigen coughed again. “Why did I even bring you?”
Serizawa frowned down at his boss. “Can you walk, Reigen-san?” He bent over him ever worried.
“Uh. Give me like five minutes.”
Dimple floated in between the two before they could make googly eyes at each other again. “You brought me because instead of researching spirits yourself, the two of you sit on the couch watching cute animal videos together during office breaks.”
Both looked away, clearly called out. One of the cats hobbled up followed by a dog. Despite the trauma they were happy to see humans. The cat gave a face rub against Serizawa’s leg. Reigen got to pet the dog.
“Huh. They seem to be way less um- dying? Than before.” Reigen stiffly rose to his feet as the dog wandered out of the building, tail wagging.
“Yeah. Should be fine. The thing kept them alive so they just need some food and rest.”
Dimple watched as the other animals scattered back to their own lives. The birds preened at their feathers before taking awkward launches into the air.
“We stopped it. So no one else will get hurt.” Reigen grimaced and faltered his first few steps.
Serizawa instantly wrapped his arms around his boss again. “Reigen-san. The rain is coming.”
Dimple was still ranting in the background. “What do you mean ‘we’? All you did was nearly piss yourself and get possessed.”
The two couldn’t hear him anymore. Reigen let out a sigh. “Yeah. We should get going. I can probably maybe make it to the bus stop.”
Serizawa gave a short bow of his head, one of his arm around Reigen’s back as the man held on to his suit lapel. “If you allow me, Reigen-san,” he paused for a moment to allow his brain catch up with his mouth, “I can carry you.”
Reigen blinked back. “A-Alright.” His voice snapped back into its confident prose. “But only this one time. This is an extenuating circumstance that requires advanced, unorthodox protocols to handle properly. I’ll have to amend the employee handbook to include more robust first aid and recovery instructions.”
Serizawa cracked a grin. How was he too weak to walk but able to fling his hands around like that still?
“Understood.” Another bow of his head as he support his boss’s weight under the knees and back, lifting him up.
He walked steadily, stealing a few glances down at Reigen who was struggling to keep his eyes open after the entire ordeal. A few drops of rain fell, their arrival producing little musical sounds as they hit the metal roofs. Dimple floated after, having long given up on anything getting through to them.
#mp100#serizawaweek2024#wawaweek2024#serizawa#reigen arataka#exorcism#dimple#ekubo#my writing#fan fiction#mp100 fanfic#intense wawa is not about to give up#reigen you need to stop smoking#dimple is gonna sass this man into the afterlife stg
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saw your tags on the high school fashion poll and I must say: king shit >:D
HAHAHAHAHA thank you <3
May as well tell the whole story, I suppose.
Picture it. It's 2005. I'm in high school. Still a girl. I am not popular. My friend group consists of goths, burnouts, band kids, and MtG nerds (like, super MtG nerds. We'd show up to school like an hour early to sit in the cafeteria and play before homeroom). My breakfast everyday is the biggest size of English Toffee cappuccino you could get at Wawa and a king size Twix. The rest of the day, I subsist on Jolt gum and Mountain Dew. I have zero fucks to give about anything not related to MtG, anime, any show with the word 'star' in the title, and music.
I'm in a class that's probably meant to be something like Home Economics, but is actually the dumbest fucking class I've ever taken. The captain of the Varsity cheer squad (we'll call her Jane) is also in this class, along with several other popular kids. None of my friends are in this class. I am a weirdo in a sea of normies.
So, I'm wearing this outfit. It's just a t-shirt and my favorite pants. Which I bought at Hot Topic, ya know, back before they were super mainstream and all they sold was shit for weirdos like me. Anyway. The pants have buckles all the way down the sides of the legs. I, of course, think this is the coolest shit ever. I've worn this exact pair of pants at least once a week for the entire school year. They are my favorite pants.
So I am sitting at the big ass table that we have in this shitty home ec style class instead of desks. Just vibing. Waiting for class to start. Jane is sitting across from me with her popular kid friends.
She looks across the table at me, and in the super snotty tone of voice that you think only exists in high school drama movies, she says, "Um, I don't think you're allowed to wear chains at school."
I am vibing. Reading a book. Probably some shitty vampire romance. I don't even look up at her. "I guess it's good that I'm not wearing any chains, then."
"Well," Jane says, "your pants are against the dress code."
I'm thinking What are you, a cop? I look up at her at this point, mostly annoyed by the fact that this bitch won't stop talking to me while I am clearly reading, and I say, "I'll stop wearing them to school if a teacher tells me they're against dress code."
Jane full sneers at me and says, "Well, I don't like you because of the way you dress."
At this point, all of her friends are paying attention to the conversation. IDK if they're expecting me to get angry or upset or whatever. But their beady little drama seeking eyes are darting back and forth between me and her like they think there's a bomb in the room and we're somehow trying to disarm it with this conversation.
I close my book and smile at her. "That's fine," I say. "I don't like you because you're a shallow bitch."
I have never in my life seen someone turn so red, so fast. Clearly this was not the reaction she expected. Her friends are laughing at her. I am maintaining intense "come at me bro" eye contact. But that's the end of it. The teacher walks into the room, class starts, and Jane just... avoids me like the plague for the rest of my high school career. Mission accomplished.
Fast forward to late 2007. I've graduated from high school and moved out of my parent's place. I'm living with my boyfriend, and we both work at a steakhouse in town. I've been working there for about 3 months, and one day guess who walks in with a brand new fucking steakhouse waitstaff uniform. Fucking Jane.
I talk to my boyfriend that night, and I'm like... this bitch hates me and I swear to GOD I am not in high school anymore I will catch a charge if she fucks with me (I was in a very angry phase of my life).
Anyway, it becomes pretty clear that she recognizes me because she avoids me as much as possible when we have to work together. Then one day, we're rolling silverware at the end of the day and we end up at the same table. And it turns out... Jane is actually really fucking cool. She's into a lot of the same stuff as me, and we had an actual conversation.
The Incident(tm) came up. Neither of us apologized, but she was like "yeah, high school was weird for me because there's an image you have to maintain to be popular" etc.
Anyway, I can't say we were ever really friends, but we didn't hate each other after that.
Anyway, she's probably not on Tumblr, and I haven't seen her in like... 15 years. But I hope she's doing well and has been able to get what she actually wants out of life, rather than what she thinks she's supposed to want.
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#30 from the prompt list for zuko?
Prompt 30: a kiss under a full moon
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She’s perfect.
Zuko had known (y/n) for almost a month now. And he could confidently say that she was the only member of the Avatar’s little group who truly accepted him that day in the Western Air Temple.
Although a few weeks had passed, and his relationship with the others had definitely improved, it wasn’t the same.
Aang joked around with him, Sokka and Suki seemed to trust him in battle, Toph treated him the way she treated everyone- with awkward teasing and cruel jokes- Katara still refused to show Zuko any sort of warmth, and he didn’t see that changing anytime soon.
But (y/n) was different.
He supposed it was because she was nothing like the others to begin with, which he quickly learned. She wawa carefree- in every sense of the word. She was easy to get along with, easy to let your guard down whenever you were around her. And Zuko was also quick to realize that she was this way with everyone she met.
Just the other day she’d been exploring Ember Island with him and Toph, and the vendors that she’d make small talk with always seemed to laugh with her, or flirt with her. It was her charisma, Zuko thought. Or maybe her natural beauty. Both, probably.
But no one appreciated (y/n) more than Zuko did, he was sure of it. From the day they’d met, she’d shown him nothing but kindness, and understanding. Two things that he hadn’t really known before. Or hadn’t treasured enough when he’d had it.
She was attentive, always offering to listen to his troubles, or just to sit with him while he sulked by the fire. Deep down, Zuko knew that he could ask almost anything of her, and she would find a way to provide it.
She’s perfect. And I love her.
This thought struck him as he wandered over to where (y/n) had been laying in the grass. She’d been alone for quite some time now. Shortly after she’d finished eating with the others, she’d excused herself, saying she wanted to go for a walk and look at the stars.
No one had thought anything of it, but it had almost been an hour, and she hadn’t returned.
“Are you alright?” He asked her quietly.
She sat up, not as startled by his voice as he thought she would have been, and smiled softly as she turned to look at him.
“Come sit with me” She tells him, her voice just as soft as her kind smile and eyes. And as she pats the space next to her, he’s not sure how anyone could refuse the offer.
So Zuko walks closer, and sits down next to her. She giggles, before her hand pushes his shoulder until he leans all the way back in the grass. He gives her a look, only partially annoyed about now laying on the dewey ground, but she just grins, and lays back next to him.
“You’re just sitting here looking at the sky?” He asks, not seeing what the big deal was.
“I like being out here when the moon is full,” (y/n) murmurs. “Doesn’t Yue look beautiful?”
Zuko’s eyes wander to the full moon, and for a second, he thinks that it’s brighter than usual. It almost feels like it’s light is reflecting perfectly on the pair of them.
“That’s Sokka’s first girlfriend?” He asked, and (y/n) hums.
“She was… the best,” She says sweetly. “I didn’t know her for long- I only had dinner with her once, but… she sacrificed everything for what was right. I think that’s the most noble and honorable thing a person can do,”
Zuko feels his heart clench, and he tries not to wince, but he can’t help it.
“I mean, she didn’t really know us either, but she committed the most selfless act a person could just to help Aang, and- and save us, really,” (y/n) continues, and then turns to look at him, giving him the sweetest smile he’s ever seen. “Like you”
His features relax, and she can see him letting the tension out of his shoulders, released through a heavy sign.
“That’s not the same thing” He says, dejected as he returns his gaze to the sky.
“Of course it is,” (y/n) argues in a murmur. “You gave up everything- the throne, your family, your whole life-”
“Yue gave her life. She was a princess that had done nothing wrong her whole life. She’d been the image of goodness. I had nothing left to lose, because I’d already fucked everything up so bad,”
“Zuko” (y/n) mumbles, hurt, but she doesn’t push him to stop.
“I figured I was either a prisoner of the Fire Nation, or I’d try my hand at letting you and the others choose my fate. If my destiny wasn’t to be the Fire Prince, maybe it was to help the Avatar-”
“Your destiny is your own, Zuko,” (y/n) says, her voice holding more strength, and getting him to stop rambling as he looks back at her. “It can’t be decided by anyone else. But you’ve already made all the right choices”
“How can you say that?” He grumbles, and runs his hand over his face in a stressful manner.
(y/n) reaches out and takes his hand, pulling it away from his face before sitting up slightly, so she can look down at him properly.
“You believe you’ve changed, don’t you?” She asks him, quiet again.
He nods, sheepish under her intense gaze.
“And you understand you’ve been forgiven for the past?”
He hesitates this time, but eventually nods again.
“Then why do you choose not to forgive yourself?”
She sounds so much like his Uncle right now, that his heart melts for her. He squeezes her hand gently, and sits up with her.
“I don’t know” He mumbles, hanging his head in annoyance.
(y/n) chuckles and shakes her head at him.
“You make everything so complicated,” She says softly, playfully. “I don’t understand why”
“Everything’s always been complicated” He mutters, looking up at her with a wince on his face.
“No” (y/n) murmurs, shaking her head again, and as she says it, he knows she’s right.
Because that wasn’t true for her. It had never been complicated with her.
The first night they’d met, she’d greeted him warmly, introduced herself, and showed him the available room in the temple that could be his. She’d given him one of her extra blankets, because the nights could get so cold- not knowing that he could use his firebending to keep warm.
She’d always told him when dinner was, because no one else bothered to. She offered to spar with him, even though she wasn’t a bender, he didn’t exactly need extra training in hand to hand combat, or his swordsmanship.
She always sat next to him on Appa’s saddle when no one else would. Or walked by his side when they went into town for groceries. It was the little things like that which made her such pleasant company to have.
Even now, sitting with her in the moonlight, he knows he’s never been more comfortable and content in his whole life.
And so he smiles at her, and with his free hand, he reaches out to cup her face, before leaning in and bringing her lips to his.
For a brief moment, he worries that she’ll reject him, push him away, maybe even strike him.
But she doesn’t.
She leans into him, letting go of his hand so that she could take hold of his shoulders and steady herself. He kisses her with such raw emotion, that she knows exactly what he is trying to communicate to her.
And she reciprocates every ounce of his feelings.
When he pulls away, she takes in a deep breath, their foreheads touching, their hearts beating in sync. A few beats pass before their eyes open, meeting shyly, but delightedly.
“I didn’t think you would do that” (y/n) murmurs, and she admires the faint blush that dusts over Zuko’s cheeks.
“Me either,” He says in agreement, and they both laugh softly.
She tilts her head in the slightest, leaning further into the warmth of his palm, while her eyes remain locked on his brilliant ones.
“I think you’re the kindest person I’ve ever met,” He tells her, and her heart skips a beat. “And I’m in love with you”
Her eyes widen and her posture straightens, before suddenly she’s crashing into him again, her arms winding around his neck and her lips searing against his. He nearly topples backwards, but just as he regains his balance, she’s pulling away.
“I love you too,” She tells him, breathlessly. “And I wish that you…” She trails off, trying to find the right words. “And I wish that you soon see yourself the way I see you”
He grins back at her, he can’t help it when she returns his feelings and says something so cheesy and profound.
“And how is that?” He asks her.
She kisses him once more, chastely, before mirroring his grin.
“Your glow rivals that of Yue’s,” She tells him in all sincerity, and for a moment his rows raise at the surprisingly eloquent compliment. “Just… don’t tell Sokka” She adds in a whisper.
He chuckles, and cups her face in his hands, adoring every one of her features that only seemed to brighten in the moonlight.
And then he leans in and captures her lips once more, slowly, surely, and with every last bit of love he’d grown to have for her.
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this made me soft
xoxo ~ jordie
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Mare of Easttown: What If No One Killed Erin McMenamin?
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The following contains spoilers for Mare of Easttown through episode 4.
Who killed Erin McMenamin? That’s the question at the center of HBO’s atmospheric crime drama Mare of Easttown…alongside “how does Kate Winslet pull off that Wawa-saturated accent?”
The show offers no shortage of suspects. Seemingly every single character on Mare of Easttown has both cause and some sort of backwards reasoning for killing the innocent young mother played by Cailee Spaeny. Mare’s ex-husband Frank (David Denman) is rumored to have fathered Erin’s son DJ (though that theory is disproven in this week’s episode 4 “Poor Sisyphus”). Erin’s ex-boyfriend Dylan (Jack Mulhern) and his awful new girlfriend Brianna (Mackenzie Lansing) clearly want Erin out of the way. Deacon Mark Burton (James McArdle) has a questionable history at previous Catholic parishes. Then there’s the fact that successful author from out of town Richard Ryan is played by Guy “please cast me as the bad guy” Pearce.
Even Mare’s daughter Siobhan (Angourie Rice) is pretty shifty – having technically been the last known person to see Erin alive. She’s also still recovering from the death of her brother and seems to have a strange streak of cruelty based on the bizarre events with her ex-girlfriend that leads to her grandmother sustaining a concussion in episode 4.
But what if Siobhan didn’t kill Erin – nor Richard Ryan, nor Mark Burton, nor Dylan, Brianna, John Ross, Father Dan Hastings, Chief Carter, or anyone else in Easttown? What if…no one killed Erin McMenamin? Allow me to explain.
Crime dramas, the good ones at least, are very rarely about the crime itself. Instead crime dramas are useful narrative vessels to explore the souls of characters and their homes. People’s personalities are undoubtedly at their most heightened after a traumatic communal event. Stories about a murder within a community allow for a storyteller to really examine the nature of said community.
As its title implies, Mare of Easttown is particularly interested in both the people and the place it’s depicting. The Delaware County region of eastern Pennsylvania has often gone unexamined in movies and television but Mare of Easttown creator and native Pennsylvanian Brad Inglesby uses the show as an opportunity to portray the little-seen people who live in opioid-ravaged communities southwest of Philly.
What Inglesby and the show thus far seems to be communicating is that life is much smaller, yet no less intense, in the hilly, forgotten areas of America. Easttown is a very insular place. Mare Sheehan was a basketball star at the local high school and opted never to leave, becoming a detective to serve the town she’d spent her whole life in. Mare’s life is hopelessly wrapped up in the lives of her peers. The fact that she can’t solve the missing person’s case of her friend Dawn Bailey’s daughter, Katie, is viewed as a personal slight rather than a professional failing.
When someone is breaking into homes in Easttown, Mare knows exactly who to look for because the husband of her friend just happens to have a heroin problem. Even Detective Colin Zabel (Evan Peters), of the more sophisticated county police department, solved his big career-making case by understanding the work schedule of one of his peers.
The people of Easttown know each other intimately, and that’s why when one of their own turns up dead, so many of them seem like viable suspects. Just about everyone in Easttown has history with Erin McMenamin and her family, and therefore just about everyone seems to have motive and opportunity to have killed her. That level of knowledge of one another’s lives is a distinct advantage of living in a small community, but it also means that solving a murder case is an emotionally fraught endeavor. In fact, some cases that look like murder might not be murder at all.
Why is Mare Sheehan so certain that Erin McMenamin has been murdered? Admittedly, the signs are there. Erin’s body is discovered at the bottom of rocky ledges in a trickling river. She is missing a finger, has a nasty gash on her head, and is naked save for her underwear bottoms. Mare quickly identifies the scene as a murder and the gash on Erin’s head as a gunshot wound. We never really have any reason to doubt her as this is a murder show after all, and Kate Winslet usually knows what she’s talking about. There’s also the fact that Erin’s murder comes in the wake of Katie Bailey’s disappearance. Surely, there is a serial killer in the community killing young women.
But as the ending of episode 4 reveals, that may not necessarily be the case. Katie Bailey is alive, kidnapped by a local creep and imprisoned within the walls of Bernie’s Tavern. Not only that, but her kidnapper has abducted another local sex worker named Missy Sager. There is certainly a violent criminal on the loose, but it would appear that his M.O. does not match up perfectly with Erin McMenamin’s “murder.”
At the beginning of episode 3, the Easttown coroner shares her findings with Mare and Zobel. The autopsy identifies the time of Erin’s death sometime between midnight and 2 a.m. (pretty precise for a small town coroner, but we’ll leave that aside for now). There are no tears or abrasions present on Erin’s body. They also found no evidence of sexual assault. The coroner theorizes that Erin’s finger was severed by a bullet consistent with Mare’s theory, but they did not find any gunshot residue. Most importantly: the coroner notes that the bruises on the body are consistent, meaning they all happened at the same time.
Read that last bit again: the bruises all happened at the same time. Doesn’t that sound like… a fall? Erin was found at the bottom of a cliff with consistent blunt force trauma spread evenly across her body. The only three things that suggest a murder are: Mare’s theory that the gash on Erin’s head was from a bullet, the missing finger, and the removal of Erin’s clothes. And each of those things could have an explanation beyond murder.
Mare could merely be wrong about Erin’s head wound and the small town coroner goes along with the seasoned detective’s theory. A bear or another animal could have bitten Erin’s finger off post-mortem or it could have just been wrenched away from the violence of her fall. The lack of clothing is harder to explain away but perhaps Erin did indeed plan with hooking up with someone in the woods that night.
In episode 3, Mare theorizes that Erin and her assailant disrobed elsewhere and that’s when Erin was killed by a gunshot, even though none of the area’s partying teens reported hearing gunfire. The ever-helpful county bullet-sniffing dogs do find evidence of gunshot residue and Mare then finds a bullet lodged in a tree. But do you know what that means? Someone shot a gun…in a rural area…in America. All trees in Delaware County should be presumed to have bullets lodged inside them until proven otherwise.
Mare of Easttown excels in getting the viewer wrapped up in the local drama of all its characters. The town and the citizens within it are richly realized. Each new revelation about a suspect in the Erin McMenamin case feels deeply personal, because how could it not? Ultimately, the show could be banking on viewers making the same mistakes that its detectives do.
Easttown is primed to accept a murder of one its youngest and brightest because why wouldn’t that happen in this shitty world? The murder of Erin McMenamin is tragic but it gives Mare and the people of Easttown one more opportunity to solve a mystery and make things right – to bring resolution to the Katie Bailey case.
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Sometimes, however, there isn’t a boogeyman on the other end of a dead body – just a slippery rock and some shit fucking luck.
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I wrote a fanfiction about Mac Finds His Pride?
“You know what? How about you go and get your mother and I some beers.” Luther says, fishing a wad of cash out of his pocket and shoving it into his son's hands, his intense gaze never straying from the television.
"Yeah, dad! Of course! Do you need anything else? What about you, mom?”
Mrs. Mac blows out a billow of smoke from where she's lounging on the ratty, broken recliner across the room, her attention also fixed on the television.
“Get me another pack of smokes.” She says, hacking a loogie into an empty beer can on the floor.
"Alright, I'll be right back!” Ronnie shouts over his shoulder as he hurriedly shoves his feet into his disgusting sneakers. “Love you guys!”
"Yeah,” Luther drawls, eyes still fixed resolutely in front of him. “and don't you dare tip that fucking faggot again. I'll be counting the change when you get back.”
The word ‘faggot’ sends chills up Ronnie's spine, makes his stomach clench uncomfortably. It makes him feel strangely called out, but he doesn't really understand what for.
Everyone knows you're supposed to give a little extra money to the Wawa guy! The Wawa guy had to be, like, one of the coolest people in all of Philly! He never made a fuss about IDs like all the other cashiers, and he even gave him free candy sometimes!
“Okay, dad. Won't happen again!”
Luther grunts.
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“Micky! That's your name, right? I'm so, so sorry for everything I said! Oh god, do you want me to give you some money? Please, just stop crying!”
“W-what? Frank, did you really forget my name again-”
“That's not the point, Micky! Do you remember when we all went to the arbiter over that scratch card? And you came out as a queer?” Frank paused, removing his glasses to wipe at the moisture gathering at the corners of his eyes, “I'll admit it, I thought that you'd turned into some sort of sick, disgusting pervert! I thought that now you're a fairy and everything, you'd wanna blow your load up my butt and make me your butt slave, but-”
"F-frank,” Mac sobbed, still unable to control the tremors wracking through his body. Martina had left just a few minutes ago to go and find him some tissues. ”Seriously? I-I'm not going to sit here and let you make fun of me tonight. I c-can't do this right-”
Suddenly, he was enveloped into a warm hug by a stumpy pair of troll arms.
“I didn't realize calling you a ‘faggot’ meant all that stuff about burning you at the stake! I think you're just dandy, Mickey! I don't even have that much of a problem with all the butt stuff-I mean, if all you needed was for me to stick my magnum dong up your butt, Mickey, all you had to do was ask!”
That was the moment a worried Martina returned with a gigantic wad of toilet paper and some bottles of water clutched in her arms.
"Hey, I'm sorry I took so long! Look, I got you some-Mac? Oh, this must be Dennis! The guy you've been telling me about?”
Mac promptly vomited all over the prison floors.
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I don't know what the fuck this even is. I've never written a single piece of fiction before in my life? But I was so moved by Mac Finds His Pride that I was actually compelled to write my first ever fanfiction about it. I'm gonna go get high now.
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Me: Hey. You're Clark Kent again today, huh?
Jason: Yeah, my contacts were bothering me too much. I have an eye appointment tomorrow to finally get new ones. And I think even with those, I might not wear them as much as I wore the old ones, just so I can give my eyes a break once in a while, you know?
Me: Yeah. That's smart. And actually, the glasses make you look softer. I know you probably don't wanna hear that, but I mean it in a nice way.
Jason: Softer?
Me: Like, the contacts have the same effect that your jacket did. Remember how I said you seemed more intimidating when you wore your jacket all the time? The contacts are so bright, they make your stare suuuper intense.
Jason: So basically I'm more approachable without the contacts.
Me: Yeah! It's just you and ya soft brown eyes.
Jason: Oh my God, maybe that's why everybody keeps coming in here today and talking to me about their feelings and shit.
Me: Probably. You have a different vibe and people are subconsciously picking up on it.
Jason: I can't wait for my new contacts to come in so everybody leaves me the fuck alone again.
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Jason: I have major trust issues. I don't let people in easily, I keep pretty much everybody at arm's-length, and even though I may like certain people here, I don't trust them. Even Lori. I trusted her just enough to get by, you know?
Me: Mm. I think I have the opposite problem. I trust people very easily.
Jason: You can't. You can't be that way.
Me: I don't know how to not be. I'm not saying I trust everyone 100%, only a handful of people get my full trust. But I'll give pretty much everyone the benefit of the doubt, and I'll give them a chance, until they give me a reason not to trust them.
Jason: See, I want to be like that, I really do, but I've tried before and it's never worked out. A lot of people aren't even worth the bare minimum.
[It's quiet while he answers an email]
Me: You know, you're on my short list of people I do trust completely.
Jason: [Surprised, looking away from the computer] What?
Me: The only people I trust 100% are my sisters, my best friend Jenn, my friend Megan, and you.
Jason: Really?
Me: Yes.
Jason: Aww, Erin. That means a lot to me. Seriously.
Me: I don't even trust my own damn parents that much.
Jason: Oh God, my parents are on the list of people I trust the LEAST. They're the reason I HAVE trust issues to begin with.
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Me: Oh, before I forget, here. [I dig a pack of cigarettes out of my coat pocket and put it on his desk]
Jason: Ohhh! You bought these for me? Thank you! How come?! You didn't have to do that.
Me: I felt bad watching you hoard cigarettes that you bummed from Rick, and then you couldn't even smoke them because they weren't the right ones. And I had to look up which ones you smoked because I couldn't remember if they were Lights or Ultra Lights, and the girl at Wawa saw me googling it and when I went up to pay, she was like "Anything eeeelse?" then she smiled at me when I asked for them, so you better appreciate it because it'll be a long time before I embarrass myself in public to support your vices again.
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For the OTP questions, can I ask 2, 9, and 14? Thanks!
Thank you!
I’m doing this for Donal O’Flaherty/Gráinne O’Malley (16th C. Historical Irish power couple that is either overlooked or misrepresented, but that's another post entirely that I’ll get to one of these days when I’m in a particularly salty mood) and Dolingen/Lucy (mixing The Powers of Darkness, Dracula, and Dracula’s Guest together, because I’ll force continuity on Bram Stoker’s Dracula universe if it kills me) since I’ve been working on my fanfics for both and I need to get my head in the game.
1300 words later, I think I succeeded.
2. Who reminds the other to take care of themselves?
Honestly, with Donal and Gráinne, you’ve got two ambitious, stubborn people who are each very much focused on their own worlds. Donal’s rocking it on the battlefield, conducting raids and defending his and his clan’s keepings from their neighbors, while Gráinne’s out at sea giving any trader on the Irish Sea night terrors. Neither one’s particularly good at taking care of themselves when they get wrapped up in something, though when it comes down to it, Gráinne’s the one who’ll remind him. Like, “Live to Fight Another Day” might as well be her motto, and I can see her basically telling Donal as much, while Donal’s more the traditional “never surrender” type of warrior, slightly more inflexible and rigid when it comes to conducting battles, including (especially?) internal ones.
With Dolingen/Lucy, I’m more inclined to go for Dol here, not necessarily because she’s a warm, caring person, but more because she’s the older vampire and has a better idea of what she needs (and also, from what little we get of her in canon, she doesn’t seem to be the type to be really...intensive in the sense that she gets so lost in something that she forgets the time. She just seems to kind of float above everything), whereas Lucy is new to this whole vampire business and might lose track of herself.
9. Who calms the other down when the other has a nightmare?
I have The Devil’s Headcanon over Gráinne having nightmares over Donal dying and him comforting her, telling her that she’s not getting rid of him that easily. (Historically, she outlived him by at least 40 years, though I’m double-checking the figures there; either way, it was decades) I could see it going both ways as well, considering that both probably had to see some truly traumatic things on and off the battlefield. I mean, this is 16th century Ireland; it was a very brutal, very violent time to be alive, and even though there was a different mindset around death and dying than what we generally have, there’s still a certain amount of trauma attached to it, especially given some of the atrocities being committed by both sides. I’m not sure that it’s something either would ever acknowledge, because I see both of them as being very proud, and I’m not sure that they would really trust each other to comfort them about something like that until later in their marriage, but I do think it’s a possibility, definitely.
Dol and Lucy are...complicated with something like this. Considering that The Rules™ for Stoker vampires necessitate sleeping in a coffin of their own native soil and both Lucy and Dol come from entirely different countries, there’s not the same level of convenience that mortal couples have. (Though, considering I’m probably bringing back the “healed by moonlight” thing for this fic, I’m not above bending the rules/mixing different vampire canons together.) When Dol spends time in a bed, it’s always for an entirely different purpose than sleeping. Then, there’s the question of whether vampires even have dreams per se or whether it’s just a very, very deep trance or something. Do vampires dream of undead sheep?
Assuming that all of the above doesn’t apply to the verse and they have nightmares etc. like normal mortals, I think it’d probably be Lucy, mainly because the way I write her post-vamping is that, despite Seward’s description of her in the graveyard, she does keep a trace of her old personality; her priorities are just shuffled around so that (1) Mortals are no concern of hers any longer, they’re her prey and (2) All of the old Victorian morals she used to cling onto are out the window. So, she doesn’t care about Arthur, Quincy, or Jack (she smothers any lingering traces of affection towards Mina), she has no problem with having blood orgies, human sacrifices, and showing her ankles in public, but she’s still more nurturing in general than Dol, who is...not really the type to show her emotions beyond a surface level type of thing, and even with that, there’s always the possibility probability she’s manipulating you to get what she wants.
Something as intimate as comforting a partner might be something Dol does if she sees an end to it, but beyond that, it’s iffy. With the verse I’ve constructed, it takes her about two decades of living (or the vampiric equivalent thereof), hunting with, and sleeping with Lucy before she really starts warming to her as anything more than a companion and, once she admits it, she’s honestly a little freaked out. So much of her accumulation of power in the past has come from her being able to manipulate everyone around her, particularly men and their feelings, “playing with them as a child plays with grapes before sucking out the liquid” as the Count puts it in The Powers of Darkness, so losing that essential bit of control is a little...nerve racking for her. So, yeah, in the verse I’ve constructed, it might take at least 2-3 decades for Dol to reach the point where she can do any of the normal, cute couply stuff like comforting Luc from a bad dream without feeling a cold shiver run down her spine, and even then, I’m not sure she’d be overly good at it.
14. What is their go to fast food place?
I’ll be honest here: I have a hard time imagining “The most powerful and opulent of the Western O’Flaherties” Suck an egg, Chambers and the Pirate Queen of Connacht ever going for anything resembling fast food, even in a modern verse (which has got to be set in the US for this one at least, considering that I have no knowledge of any Irish fast food chains besides what Wikipedia tells me. I know, eternal shame on my household. I have failed as a researcher.) They might not have always fit the image we have of aristocrats, but they were aristocrats nonetheless. That being said, Long John Silver’s, maybe, because of Gráinne’s connection to the sea+piracy. Considering how active both of these two were historically, I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re the types to just run inside a gas station and buy a hotdog or something when they need a quick fix to spare time. You will pry them going to a Wawa out of my cold, dead hands. They also stock up on coffee while they’re there, because Starbucks is haunted by Elizabeth and her minions.
I mean the very nature of Dol and Lucy’s state means that they’re not so keen on the whole “solid, bloodless” food thing anymore. The only thing I can think of that would lead to them anywhere near the vicinity of one is (1) Hunting purposes, especially in the early days when Lucy’s experimenting with kids, though it wouldn’t appeal so much to Dol’s chosen demographic, (2) If they were trying to throw off the Crew of Light, because Van Helsing can predict vampire behavior to a T except for two of the most feared vampires in the world hanging out in a McDonald’s playplace, or (3) If they (”they” in this case primarily meaning “Dolingen,” with Lucy going along with it), knew it would irritate the Count, assuming an AU where the Count lives. Like, I can just see the mustache twitch at seeing the two of them with Burger King hats on. “Centuries of glory for the Draculas, and now we wear false crowns, created to appeal to the vanity of peasants.” Really, bro, given that we live in the age of Count Chocula, that’s the last thing the Dracula family name needs to worry about.
#otp: blood guts and salt spray#i have so much salt about this ship and how it's been treated#long post#food tw#i don't know why the idea of two Early Modern Irish chieftains in a Wawa is so hilarious to me#but it is#along with the idea of Elizabeth I in a Starbucks#and if you hear a thumping sound in the middle of the night#that's just Bram Stoker rolling in his grave#don't worry#I really want to write the two of them hanging out in a McDonald's now#bringing the good old days of crackfic back#before the term evolved into something completely different#ripples in the rockpool#and the one other fic I haven't named yet but I'll edit it in when I finally find a half decent name for it#hint: It's probably going to come from Dracula the Musical#because I'm trash#I also need to come up with an otp tag for Dol x Lucy#this ship kind of sprang up on me suddenly and now I have no idea what to do with it#chromalogue
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