ok so there’s a bunch of people who r supposed to be teens but they look like 29. one of them is hairy and actually kinda looks like a wolf. i think he’s shipped with the guy who’s in maze runner who is kind of a cutie adorably sarcastic puppy? there’s a lot of homoeroticism. they “go to school” (yeah right) and do werewolfy things at night
that really pretty hot girl is in it but i don’t remember her name i just like seeing her when she’s on my dash.
there is alpha drama. like one of them is the alpha and another wants to be the alpha? i thought that was like a physical thing i didn’t know it could switch around like that...
give me a fandom i’m not in and i’ll try and summarize it as best i can
Mai/Zuko, "I’m gonna be sick." (Because they are SO PERFECT AND ADORABLE AAAUUUGHHHH /pukes)
"I’m gonna be sick."
"No you aren’t, silly," Katara says, grinning at Zuko over an enormous bouquet of flowers. It almost looks like the snapdragons and lilies are sprouting out of her teeth, which might make Zuko snicker if he wasn’t busy fighting to keep down the obviously defective "calming tea" his uncle pushed on him earlier.
"I dunno, Katara," Aang says, his grin just as wide as hers. "He is looking a little green.” He steps up close to Zuko, making a show of peering at his face. “I think even the scar is turning green.”
"The scar is not turning green!” Zuko hisses, backpedaling rapidly. “And would you two cut it out with the grinning and giggling? This is serious! What if I mess up and ruin everything? What if I forget my lines?”
"They’re not lines, Zuko,” Katara says patiently, but he doesn’t miss her barely-concealed eyeroll. “They’re vows. You’re getting married, not performing in a play.”
"You think I don’t know that?" he huffs. "I just keep thinking of all the things that could go wrong, and I really need this to go right. My—"
"If you say ‘my honor depends on it,’ I’ll scream," Katara declares, setting the flowers down and planting her hands on her hips.
"That’s not what I was gonna say," he lies. "But I mean it, this is important. My uncle says the Fire Lord needs to set a good example for the nation in his family affairs. Because if he can’t keep his own family straight, how can he hope to run an entire country?" He sighs, glaring at the floor. "And I don’t exactly have the best example to follow. What do I know about being a good husband?"
"Oh." Katara’s expression softens. "Zuko—"
"Stop fretting," another voice drawls, and as one the trio turns toward the door.
"Mai!" Katara’s indignant wail rattles Zuko’s eardrums. “What are you doing here? You two aren’t supposed to see each other before the ceremony!”
"Whatever." Mai’s robe sleeve twitches like she wants to wave a hand in dismissal but can’t be bothered to make the effort. "That’s a dumb tradition anyway. Do you guys have any fire flakes? Ty Lee ate all mine, and I’m starving."
"Sure!" Aang pipes up. "You can have Zuko’s. He’s too nervous to eat anything."
"So I heard." Mai walks over to pluck the untouched dish of fire flakes off the table, and her lips curve in one of her rare, barely-visible smiles. "But he really doesn’t have anything to worry about."
"How can you say that?" Zuko asks, lowering his voice. It comes out a little more plaintive, a little more desperate than he intends, but that doesn’t really matter. She’s already seen him at his worst, and this isn’t it.
Mai tilts her head and gives him that look, the one that says I’m in love with an idiot. "Because," she says, "I’m not going to let you mess it up."
She leans up to press her lips to his cheek, then pulls back and pops a fire flake in her mouth. “See you at the altar,” she whispers, and glides back through the door.
"Huh," Katara says, her brows knitting together. "Personally, I’m not sure whether I’d find that encouraging or terrifying."
Aang grins and gestures at the new Fire Lord, who’s still staring at the door with a faraway grin on his face. “I think we know which option Zuko’s going with.”
Somewhere in a parallel universe a story is being told. A story about a boy who could see red numbers. A story about a boy stuck in complacency until another boy shows up to save him. A story of smiles and laughter and tears and pain. A story that ends.
