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As my fever leeches from body to dirt by RowanInThePoplars
Fandoms: Just Roll With It (Podcast)
22 Feb 2026
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“Mmm… head hurts. Think I hit it.”
There was an almost uncharacteristically soft sigh before Mark responded, “I’m not surprised. It certainly sounds like you have a concussion.”
“Yeah, ev’rything’s fuzzy ‘n I feel all spinny.”
“That tracks. Is there anything else?”
William’s shoulder throbbed, like it was demanding his attention. He looked down at it blankly for a moment before responding, “Oh, uh, yeah. Got stabbed.”
aka: William Wisp gets mugged on his way home from work, and his only option is to call Mark for help.
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[Time passes oddly. Between one second and the next, Sokka has the Fire Lord pinned to the wall with his hands around the bastard’s throat. Golden eyes (one gold eye, his mind whispers) widen in shock.
“Sokka?” he chokes out. And then he smiles.
What the fuck?
“Sokka, I—”
Sokka slams his head against the wall, once, twice, and the smile wipes off his face. Good.
“What,” Sokka bites out, “have you done to my sister?”]
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An injury leaves Sokka with amnesia. His last memory is of the failed invasion, of leaving his father behind in enemy territory on the Day of Black Sun. Of hopelessness. Rage.
But then he wakes up, and the war is over. Suddenly, he must come to terms with the fact that years have passed, and that he's somehow the Southern Water Tribe Ambassador to the Fire Nation. He is also supposedly friends with banished-Prince-turned-Fire-Lord Zuko, of all people. Close friends.
Yeah, nah.
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