#ive blocked i think 2 people ever on ao3 and i guess i never thought about what being blocked looked like on their end

[fishfingersandjellybabies]

Never seen/gotten one of these messages before (on ao3, I should clarify)

Sorry to whoever I pissed off 😅

[savvysass]

Self Sacrafice is a Bitch: Chapter 2

Ao3

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Wow I actually finished a 2nd chapter??? who woulda thunk. Updates every monday!

Comments are greatly appreciated! Give me advice on what to do and I might give you a sneak peak at the story!

Rating:Not Rated

Archive Warning:Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category:Gen

Chapter: 2/?

Fandoms:Marvel Cinematic UniverseSpider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types

Relationships:Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), peter parker & all the avengers, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, May Parker (Spider-Man) & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Ned Leeds & Peter Parker

Characters:Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Steve Rogers, Happy Hogan, May Parker, Michelle Jones, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Peter Quill, Wanda Maximoff, James "Bucky" Barnes, Bruce Banner, Helen Cho, Nick Fury, Flash Thompson, everyone else who i forgot, its literally everyone i swear

Additional Tags: endgame fix it fic, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Whump, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Near Death Experiences, Recovery, Amputation, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, probably more than i remember

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Tony’s world came to a stop as Peter’s fingers snapped and a burst of energy encompassed the universe. Thanos’ army was turning to dust all around them, but all he could focus on was Peter- his kid -  dropping to the ground with a thud.

No.

All at once, time sped up. He was surging forward, raw and unfiltered panic coursing through his veins. The coms were lighting up, victory cries echoing in his ears as his world shattered. He dropped to his knees, scooping his son- yes, he decided, this is his son- into his arms. A sob tore through him at the sight of his mangled arm and face.

Peter’s eyes were glassy with shock, his breath shallow and uneven, but even that was enough to give Tony some sense of relief- because he survived. 

Against every odd, His kid survived.

Peter started coughing weakly, and realization dawned on Tony.

His celebration might be short lived.

“Get a med evac…” he said numbly, registering people in the coms asking him what was wrong. Everything caught up with him then, and the shock of what had happened was overcome by pure terror at the sight of his child slipping out of consciousness.

Was he going to die?

“I said get a fucking med evac for the kid!” He screamed into the coms.

People that were near him on the battlefield were rushing through the debris to get to him then, some Tony recognized and some he didn’t, but he didn’t care. His kid was looking up at him with dazed and pained eyes, begging for comfort. Tony squeezed him tight as he whispered quiet assurances to him.

“You’re okay Peter… I’ve got you… Just hold on, okay?” He said through tears, and Peter stared up at him, limp in his arms as his breath began rattling in his chest- the rattle that came with a broken system shutting down.

He couldn’t die now. He had survived the snap. He couldn’t die now.

The wizard was in front of them. He ran his hand over Peter as he tried to assess the damage. Tony looked to his face for answers, but the man was stoic.

A medical team that was on the ground rushed over and started to try to take Peter out of his arms. Every instinct he had was telling him to hold onto the kid's limp form, but he knew he had to let these people do their job. As his kid was torn from his arms, he felt a cold emptiness encompass him. It left him breathless.

They were acting like they were losing him.

He felt a firm hand start to pull him to his feet. Steve steadied him as he led him toward the helicopter that was now landing in front of them.

“Go with Queens, Tony. There is an underground bunker with a full medical facility just a few miles north. That’s where they will take him.” He said solemnly. Tony blinked at him slowly as he tried to process what had just happened.

“Tony, go with him. He needs you.” He heard Pepper say firmly into the coms.

That snapped him back to reality.

Hardening his resolve, Tony stepped out of his suit.

Yes, his kid needed him right now.

He wasn’t going to let his kid die.

…

The ride on the helicopter felt like an eternity, but it must have only been about 10 minutes. His kid, being hooked up to an IV in his right arm, his left arm wrapped in a tourniquet since it was mutilated beyond repair. The thought of his kid losing his arm just about made him throw up whatever meal he had last eaten onto the metal floor, but he held fast in his position by Peter’s side. He flatlined half-way there, and Tony had almost passed out as he held his breath while they resuscitated him. Tony simply held the kid’s limp hand, trying to keep him grounded.

His kid was flatlining, and he was completely useless.

Peter’s heart had restarted right before they landed, a breathing tube shoved down his throat as he arched off the gurney. Tony’s eyes went wide and panicked at the sight of his kid fighting back, but Strange assured him it was a good sign that he was resisting.

Tony rushed to keep up with the team as they hurried Peter into the OR. They blocked Tony at the door.

“We’ve got it from here, Mr. Stark.” One of the doctors said, ushering both him and Strange out into a large waiting room.

And then all was still.

And Tony broke.

His breaths were coming in as short gasps, his body shaking as his mind became clouded with panic.

Flatlines and glassy eyes. 

 Strange put a steadying hand on his shoulder.

“Stark, keep it together.”

Pale skin turning a lifeless gray.

Tony couldn’t breathe. His world was collapsing. His kid- His kid who he had just gotten back after 5 whole years of thinking he would never see him again- was in there fighting for his life.

The defibrillator bouncing off of Peter’s chest.

“You said… One reality. One reality where we won.”

Strange nodded.

“Then why did you save me?!” Tony screamed, tears running down his face. “Why save me if Peter was the one who was going to- to do that?”

A deathly rattle in his chest.

“Because he was only going to do it if you were going to sacrifice yourself, Tony. This is the only reality where we get the stones, and Peter was always the one to step in and stop you. It was always going to be Peter, Tony. It was always him.”

The smell of burnt flesh.

Denial shook his very core, and he grit his teeth.

“This had to happen, Tony. It had to be this way.”

Tony punched a hole into the wall.

“Like hell it had to be this way!” He roared, white dry wall falling onto the floor as he pulled his hand back and slammed it into the wall again.

A limp body in his arms.

The rest of the Avengers filed in then, Steve, Sam, Thor, Clint, Bucky and Rhodey all stiff at the sight of Tony mid-meltdown.

“Tony, you need to calm down.” Steve said softly, not having seen his friend this upset since learning who killed his parents.

“Calm Down? CALM DOWN?!” He screams, glaring daggers at the man. “My kid is in their dying on the table, and you want me to calm down, Rogers?!”

Yes. 

That’s right.

His kid was dying.

The realization hit him like a bullet. He started sobbing.

The others straightened up as Tony broke down. Steve furrowed his brow. “What do you mean, your kid, Stark?”

Tony simply shook his head.

Clint stepped forward then, a knowing look on his face. He put his hand on Tony’s shoulder.

“Kids aren’t supposed to die for their parents, Barton.” Tony whispered. Clint nodded in understanding.

“Peter’s more than just your kid though, Tony. He’s an Avenger. He’s a hero.”

Tony clenched his teeth.

“I should have never brought him into this.” He whispered.

“The universe would be in chaos if you hadn’t.”

The thought didn’t comfort him.

“Tony?”

Tony lifted his head to see Pepper rushing out of her suit and towards where he was.

“Pep.”

Clint stepped out of the way as Pepper embraced Tony. Tears were streaming down her face.

“Pep, the kid… the kid Pep.”

“I know… Tony I know.” She sobbed. She wiped the tears from Tony’s face.

Tony felt the strength leave his legs as a deep sorrow set in his bones. Pepper led him to a chair, and he dropped his head into his hands.

...

He wasn’t sure how long he sat there, Pepper comforting him as others talked around him. He was aware that people were looking at him. They didn’t know how to help, and Tony knew they couldn’t. Clint seemed the most apt to tend to him, bringing him some water at some point. Other people whispered how they didn’t know Tony was so attached to Peter. He almost scoffed. How could he not feel like a father to Peter? Peter was the most honest, loving, excited kid he had ever met, and he couldn’t help but fall into the role he was now playing. 

He hadn’t made it obvious though. He guesses he didn’t even completely know how important Peter was to him until he had Morgan. As he watched Morgan grow, he realized he felt the same way he had with Peter. That tug at his heart- the need to protect and love her.

Tony hadn’t realized Peter was his son until he was already gone.

And now, here he was, losing him all over again.

His soul felt empty.

The world droned on around him when a piercing voice that sounded as panicked as he was pulled him from his sorrows.

“Where is my baby?!” May Parker screamed, tears streaming down her face. She spotted Tony then, his eyes lifeless and swollen.

She rushed up to him, getting on her knees in front of him and grabbing his shoulders.

“Tony, tell me he’s okay. Tony please- please tell me he survived!”

Tony took a shaky breath, placing his hand on hers.

“He’s alive May. He’s- He’s in surgery. I don’t- I don’t know what is happening beyond that.”

She searched his eyes, begging for assurance. Her hand shook in his grasp.

“Fix this, Tony Stark. You’re the only one I know that can fix this. Please- I don’t know how, I don’t know what you need...I just… I need him, Tony. I won’t make it without him.” She sobs. Tony knows she means it.

“May, sit down.” Pepper says softly. She pulls May into the chair besides Tony. May crumples against her and sobs wracked her body.

“My baby, Pepper, My baby…”

“I know…” Pepper said softly. “But we are here. And we are going to do everything we can.”

May just sobbed harder.

The weight in the room seemed heavier now, the other Avengers taking in the sight of grieving guardians.

“How old is he, Tony?” Someone asked- he didn’t even bother to see who it was.

“Sixteen.” He said softly. He felt the tension in the air spike.

“Shit- Tony he’s a kid.” He heard Sam say in exasperation. “I knew he was young- I could tell when I met him he was young- but damn sixteen?”

“He was actually 15 when you met him, and 14 when I found him on youtube stopping a car from crashing into a bus.”

“Shit.”

Guilt started to consume him.

He had brought him into this.

“The next generation, huh?” Clint says softly. ���He’s only two years older than my boy Cooper. They think they are all grown up.”

Tony grimaced.

Peter might not ever get a chance to grow up now.

“We can’t stop them though, from thinking they are adults. That’s just how they are.”

“So what now?” Tony whispered. “We just sit here? We just sit here and let a kid die for us?”

“We will not let him die.” He heard a young woman say. She was in scrubs, and must have been a nurse at the medical facility. She was probably trying to tend to the less injured.

“If there is a way to save him, we will. We put our best doctors in there. If he can be saved, we will save him.”

Tony saw a fire in her eyes.

He wish he had that confidence.

A sharp ring cut through the air, making Tony jump. May fumbled for her phone. She took a sharp inhale as she saw the caller id.

She cleared her throat and picked up.

“Ned, sweetie-”

“Where is he?!” Tony heard a shout on the phone, loud enough for everyone to hear. May covered the speaker and stepped down the hall.

Tony wanted to ask how Ted or Ned or whatever knew Peter was hurt, but his question was answered when his phone lit up.

A search you track is now trending: Spiderman.

“Someone turn on the news.” He said quickly, Steve grabbing a remote and turning on a TV in the corner of the waiting room.

An anchor sat in front of the camera, his eyes shining with tears as he tried to keep his composure. The lower thirds on the bottom of the screen boldly declaring “Thanos Defeated by Spiderman.”

Everyone watched with rapt attention.

“The Avenger’s Compound was destroyed by Thanos and his army soon after the reappearance of victims of the snap, people in shock as they reunited with loved ones they thought long deceased. According to a witness who had access to a drone, a young man in a blue and red suit stole the stones from Iron Man in the last minute and used them to defeat Thanos before collapsing to the ground.”

A video starts playing then, shaky footage from about 200 feet away of the moment the snap happened, the drone focusing in on peter’s form from a distance. Tony feels his mouth go dry as he sees his kid drop once again.

“As you can see from this video, a medical team tends to the man before loading him into the helicopter. His identity cannot be made out with the footage taken by the witness, but people online are claiming the man is a local neighborhood hero from Queens known as Spiderman.”

His phone began ringing then, and he grimaced at the name on the screen.

Thaddeus Ross.

[dr-gloom]

I’m Sorry

((decided to write a drabble based on this post because ive decided to write at least one - ideally two - a day))

Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9

Fandom: Sanders’ Sides

Pairing: Moxiety

Warnings/Tags: angst, angry Pat, arguing, Human AU, mentions of abusive ex, mentions of past abuse, implied/referenced non-con

A/N: I haven’t written anything angsty yet so here you go. And I realize Virgil is in literally all my fics? Oops? Fic under the cut to save space.

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Virgil has no idea how he got here. In the middle of his and Patton’s shared apartment, Patton standing across from him and conveniently blocking the door. Patton is mad. No, not just mad, livid. He can’t remember ever seeing Patton this angry. He’s seen Patton frustrated, annoyed, vexed, pretty much every emotion, negative or positive, but never so angry that his face was red, his voice seeming deeper, his words cutting into Virgil like knives, his eyes glaring. He didn’t mean for any of this to happen, he never wanted to hurt anyone. He thought Patton out of everyone would understand.

Virgil had been taking a walk down to the local park, as part of a suggestion from Patton to get out of the apartment more. “Fresh air and sunshine helps chase away bad feelings!” He’d said. So here Virgil was, hands in the pockets of his hoodies and head down, earbuds blocking out the noise from the other park-goers. 

“I didn’t want it to be like this, but I had no control!” Virgil’s fists clench, his nails digging into his palms. His hummingbird heartbeat makes him feel light-headed. Or maybe that’s the growing panic. He doesn’t want to lose Patton. 

He’d found the nearest bench and parked his ass on it, relaxing in the shade and people watching as he listened to music. He listened to all of Folie A Deux before someone had sat on the bench next to him, and he had every intention of ignoring the other until there was a hand on his leg forcing him to look up, fully prepared to rip this creep a new one. When he saw who it was though, his blood ran cold. Him. Oh god, what is He doing here? He practically leers at Virgil as he shrinks into himself almost instinctively. “Hello, Virge.”

“Yes you did! Quit playing the victim, Virgil, and take responsibility for your actions!” Patton’s shoulders were squared, his brow furrowed and mouth twisted into a frown. It honestly scared Virgil to see him like this. He took a step back, legs meeting the couch but he stayed standing. “What is that supposed to mean?” Patton cards a hand through his hair, mussing it a bit. “Look, I get it, you- you’re messed up. You’ve had it bad, but at some point you have to stop blaming the world and what happened to you for the way you act and take some responsibility for yourself. You’re not a child anymore.” 

Virgil felt like he wanted to scream. Or vomit. Or cower in a corner. Suddenly months of reassurances from both Patton and himself meant nothing and he was right back where he was a year ago, a timid flea under His thumb. He squeezes Virgil’s thigh, His eyes making him feel naked. “I’ve missed you so much. How have you been?”

“B-better, without you.” Virgil tries to sit up straight, to seem more confident, because He can’t control you, Patton’s told him that dozens of times. He laughs. “I know you’re lying, Virge. You miss me, admit it.” It wasn’t a request, or a question. It was an order. 

Virgil can’t help but scoff at that. “Oh, really? Because you sure act like I am. Calling me ‘kiddo’ and babying me all the fucking time like I can’t do anything for myself!”

Patton throws his hands up, turning and taking two steps away before turning back on Virgil and coming even closer. “You were hurting, and I was helping you! I’m so sorry if that was inconvenient for you! Was I smothering? Did you think I was clingy? Were things so bad you felt like you had to- to- just to get a break?” Tears had formed in Patton’s eyes, and Virgil felt his heart shatter in his chest. No. No no no no no! 

“I-I don’t!” He tsks softly. “Careful now, you’re going to draw attention to us.” That warning tone that He always used when Virgil was doing something He didn’t like was still there, and it still make Virgil shudder. “I-I don’t. I don’t miss you...” The hand on his thigh leaves, and he’s just about to sigh in relief when the hand returns to grip his chin and forces Virgil to look Him in the eyes. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I- I’m sorry-”

“Pat, please! I’m sorry!” Virgil takes a step closer to Patton, his hands out in front of him but too afraid to actually touch the other. Patton just shakes his head.

He grimaces, standing and grabbing Virgil by the wrist, hauling him to his feet as well. Virgil tries to pull his wrist back but He’s always been stronger. Virgil gives in, afraid to cause a scene and make Him angry. They make it back to His place, what used to be their place, and Virgil feels cold. He can’t go back in there. No, not again. He won’t do it. Virgil plants his feet as they’re crossing the front lawn, refusing to take another step. When He feels resistance He turns to glare at Virgil and pulls on his arm hard, making Virgil gasp in pain. “Do not make me angry, Anxiety.” And just like that, all fight had left Virgil. Anxiety was a nickname He had given Virgil since, as He put it, ‘That’s all you are’. He drags Virgil through the doorway and shuts the door loudly behind them, making Virgil jump. He doesn’t even get a word in before His mouth is on Virgil’s.

Patton starts heading for the door, and that’s when Virgil moves. He’s shaking from head to toe, weakly grabbing at Patton’s sweater still around his shoulders. He’s still afraid to touch him. Or does he think he doesn’t deserve to? Virgil’s eyes burn as Patton stops, but doesn’t turn to face him. “I- I just-”

Virgil hadn’t fought back. He knew how much worse it would be if he did. When He’s done, He sneers down at Virgil who’s blankly staring at the wall with tears running down his face. “You’re such an easy slut. You don’t deserve love, or happiness; you taint everything you touch. You’re not a person, you’re an object to be used and passed around.” He gets dressed, speaking over His shoulder as He leaves the room. “You have five minutes to get the fuck out of my house.”

“You just what, Virgil?” Patton’s voice is strained, and Virgil can’t see his face. He rubs at the hickey poking out over the collar of his shirt; what had started this whole mess. “....I’m sorry.” Patton grabs his keys and wallet off the table by the door before leaving, and it’s the broken silence that follows that finally has Virgil breaking down, crumpling to the carpet and sobbing openly into his hands.

A/N: I’m evil. If this gets enough interest, I’ve thought about continuing it (through prequels/sequels and backstories and the like) so I guess if youre interested in seeing that let me know!

[hornedwyvern]

Dew Drops in March ❈ Chapter 3

Im really happy that everyone is enjoying this. With all the good feedback of the previous chapter on here and Ao3 Ive decided I will write a wedding scene once I complete this fiction. I will probably knock out a few chapters of my other fan-fiction of FFXV (Which is here!) before doing that. I actually have full head canons and story plots for children I can see these lovelies having. I have no idea if I will write a fiction about them but their names are; Evangeline, Barnaby and Scarlet. Two look similar to Chise; having human like forms then one resembling more like Elias. Shoot me a ask if you’re interested in learning more. Anyway! Enjoy this chapter!

Word Count: 4,291

Chapter 1 ❈ 

Chapter 2 ❈

Cooking and baking became a calming past time in this screwball of a world. It was a easy science that Chise understood, balancing her ingredients like she would with making medicine but in most cases this ended up tasting a lot better. Only a pinch of cocoa powder here, a sprinkle of salt there. Maybe even some cherry extract to add flavor. When she’d lived on her own in America she’d once had a studio apartment for a brief time -- it was extremely cramp especially when Ruth manifested into any form. It was a incredibly depressing time for both parties. Though in those small, few months she learned quickly how to fend for her self; preparing most of her meals at work. The office kitchen wasn’t always stocked with the most fresh food or coffee.

Guess it was a trait that just stuck.

There sat a mixing bowl on the long counter’s of Silky’s kitchen. Everything was arranged nicely and stored perfectly. It really looked like a kitchen you’d see in those magazines at the doctor’s office or in department stores. The intelligent house sprite would never allow clutter or mess in her most favorite room of the house. If Elias was even caught misplacing something she’d surely tan his hide for it. Whom was master of whom? Chise smirked thinking about it as she blended a group of ingredients in the clear cylinder bowl, folding it with a spatula. All coming together as one, the scent of chocolate in the air.

Chise drew her finger over the edge of the bowl, scooping a dollop of the dark, confection batter that she licked clean off. It was rich, a twinge of mild fruitiness there too. The sweet, chocolaty taste riveting her tongue. These were probably going to be the best brownies she’d made in a long time. Simon told her to add cherry extract for a bold flavor and she surely did not regret that decisions. The thick batter found it’s way into a oiled pan that was ancient looking, how long has Silky had this? The House Sprite was a mysterious being indeed.

One of the kitchen windows was opened ajared, it was just enough to let in a chilling breeze. It hugged the back of Chise’s neck; making her reddish neck hair stand on end. Even with the glowing flame of the oven and her toil of blending the ingredients did it freeze her from top to bottom. She quickly fed the tray of uncooked brownie batter into the oven’s mouth, closing it quick. Her face was now warm but the rest frigid. Quickly the red-headed woman trotted to the open window, latching it close. The frost growing like mandalas of the flatness of the clear glass, Chise drew a heart in the fog.

Snow had fell that night before and now the hills were masked in a blanket of fluffy, powdery snow that crumbled through your hands like cold grains of rice. It was the perfect weather for building a snow man, Chise thought. Maybe Ruth might enjoy that later? Her reflection looking back at her as she gazed at the ever green pines and pillowing winter clouds above them. At least the sun was out, dismal but awake and exulting joyful rays of endearing warmth.

Looking at the viridian pine trees that stood tall, like a wall into the forest beyond their hillside home; Chise thought about the Yule time and how the house smelled of cinnamon and cedar. Her green eyes closed, breathing in the winter air that had escaped in side. This Yule was very refreshing, it brought back old memories as well building new. Chise’s face started to grow a roseate shade from ear to ear. Thinking about a certain moment during the twelve day period, her fingers reached to her parted lips. It was the first time she’d kissed Elias -- directly.

It seemed like a regular day aside the the wicked cold. They’d both gone to collect some items from in town. There wasn’t abundance growing in the garden aside a few seasonal vegetables and fruit but they were no where close to harvest. The couple had their reserves but there was plenty delights stored in town as well giving them a reason to get out of the house and do a smige of socializing. Elias held Chise’s hand the whole walk home. The gentle grasp was enough to keep her gloved hands more than warm enough.

In the crook of Elias’ free arm sat some supplies and Chise held a burlap bag full of books and wrapping supplies along with a few articles of clothing; gifts for friends back in America and Japan. She wanted to send them right away so they would arrive in time for Christmas. The idea of gift giving was very new to Elias,Chise and Angie was the only ones he’d given stuff too but listening to Chise speak about her friends and what she was planning to give was amusing to the old mage. His cloaked face fixated on her for a good chunk of the walk home.

Their home -- a wonder of faint, flickering lemon colored lights from the several windows. Years ago this had been Elias’ home, hers as well but now it felt like she had imprinted on it. Like as if it was a living thing; It’s soul and walls grasped her presence and welcomed it any time she proceeded through it’s doors. There was no better place ever than here and she realized that soon after returning. The overhead porch light like a beacon, Chise gave Elias a tug forwards.

The door opened with a crack, frost breaking off it’s frame.

“Silky!” Chise alerted the fae. “We’re home!”

She was likely upstairs, her foot steps creaked above them. Elias lifted his cloak.

“She must be busy.” Elias said, having dropped his supplies off on the side table, closing the door behind them. He examined the lot but then realized a piece had been missing. Maybe it dropped the way here or when they were pushing to escape the cold? Elias had already shed his winter cloak, opened the door to the outside. He pulled at his over jacket and spotted the missing item -- a collection of sage for a cleansing spell he had planned for the new family living to the south.

“Elias? What’s wrong?” Chise stood in the door way with a printed shawl around her shoulders.

“I dropped this.” He responded after rapidly nabbing the collection of herb, it’s scent of cedar breaking into the air around them. The mix of saffron light from the porch lantern and carpeted snow was a sight for Chise, Elias looked very handsome in this evening. The shadows of his face gave a certain intensity aside the puffs of white smoke he breathed. In the States she’d dated a boy or two -- even found the company of other woman nice too. None of them seemed the same to the depth she felt for him. His crimson eyes traced her blocking figure in the doorway.

A long time ago when he’d found the time to visit her, she was some what involved with another gentlemen and Elias found that out. She’d never seen him act so strangely, like a piece of what they were had broken off. Their letters to each other became non existent-- well from Elias at least, he never replied more than once every two months. Chise truly believed he he was mourning the lose of what their connection was as Student and Pupil as well the thought of her loving him.

But this was a different chapter for them though. They had no idea what they were to each now -- Chise really liked that for some reason.

“Chise? Are you going to let me in?” She’d zoned out. He was clearly trying his best to not shiver.

“S-Sorry!” Like a door she turned to let him in. His broad body coming in and closing the door behind them. The sage found it’s home next to the other purchased herbs. It smelled glorious in the hall now. Chise still stood beside Elias, turning to her with a questioning eye. Her ungloved hands twiddling together, unknowingly asking something of him.

“What’s wrong?” His voice intrigued. She was looking at him with love struck.

Chise’s emerald eyes took evasive action, spotting the Mistletoe above them.

“The mistletoe.” Mumbling it, Elias asked her again. “The Mistletoe!”

Both gazed up at the collection of lush green leaves and carmine berries twisted with lace above their front door way. A tradition that was required every year in the twelve days of Yule. It was a blessing to the Winter Goddess whom would favor any house decorated by it. Being that herself and her companions have encountered such a being, to be in her graces was a necessity. Along with her and Elias would kiss underneath it as well. They did it in the many years as student and master? Why not now.

“Ah, yes.” Elias turned back to Chise, leaning down to her. “Do you want to kiss me?”

He said it so nonchalantly, breaking away from him and living with people her generation; it really showed how much he didn’t know of human nature or expression. Chise couldn’t help to break into a blush when he said that, she wanted to give him a knock on the head but instead just nodded. The mage realizing she was reddening, his wide palm cupping the side of her face.

“Like we do every year.” Chise tried not to stutter, their bodies close.

“Do you want me to crouch down this time?-- Or.. “ His voice broke, her hands clutching his coat.

“Or?” One of her thin eyebrows raising. Elias’ view looked to be some where else than her. What was he getting at?

“Might we try something different?”

“Different?”

“Yes. I was thinking that I might try this year to kiss you like a normal man would?” Elias’ thumb grazing over her febrile cheek. For some reason she was feeling very nervous but expecting the rest of what he might say “But I have been hesitant to ask you.”

“What do you mean?” Chise pulled at his question, the mage’s eyes glued to her dreamy face.

“By using my glamour. It resembles the human body like yours. It may not be the real thing but I was hoping to know what it felt like to kiss you with it. If you consent to it.” It was something Chise already knew he was getting at but how could she deny him with a face like that longing at her so. His voice said the words crystal clear, it was a very perplex situation.

Chise nodded, a otherworldly blackness absorbing Elias, shifting his form into that of a man with silvery blond hair and turquoise eyes. She knew it was him, underneath this shell and still smelled like him, like patchouli and fresh-cut flowers. Would it really feel the same kissing him like this? Now at least she could read his expressions and tell some what better what he was thinking -- and right now it seemed more like a piqued experiment than a kiss to him. Chise inhaled a hitch of breath.

Their bodies got closer, she could wrap her hands around his biceps a bit easier than before. She’d kissed people before but a frightened nervousness boiled in her gut. Chise did her best to meet Elias in the middle; their lips touching at last. Of course his lips were soft, he never wore this form out other than to be around humans, yet he lingered a certain taste. That of black tea, faint hint of dark chocolate and his own essence. Her hands naturally looped around his neck, rolling their lips gently against each other.

Whatever they had left behind, they could never go back to the way they were. Their kiss only made sense. Like two flames that had slowly been inching towards each other; igniting into a bigger and more beautiful blaze. It was only that of a few seconds in that Chise felt her back held against the hardness of the door behind her, Elias’ body weighing against her. They were both inflamed in the moment with each other, their lips longing to be together deeper. Elias’ racing for more, both of his hands had her cheeks cup; she wouldn’t be able to escape even if she wanted to.

Though as time passed, their passion grew. It became more lip pulling, graze of the tongue and heated breaths. It was only when Chise made a lascivious sob that Elias pulled away quicker than a whip. His face nonplus, staring at Chise just as red as her. Truthfully it look like someone had slapped him, not the face she expected after inducting into such a ardent kiss as that. Chise breathed for the air she had missed.

There was a long awkward pause, Elias dumbstruck. His form shifted back into the original mold.

“I--..” He began, stopping. His sleight beggy bracing herself against the door.

‘Chise? You okay?’ Ruth questioned her in their mind. She couldn’t think at all, all she could focus was the towering mage just a few feet infront of her.

‘Yeah.. Im fine..’ She was, this was just entirely new perspective of Elias.

“My apologies if I became a bit brash!.” Elias suddenly sputtered out, remembering. He rushed to console Chise, petting her like a cat. “I suddenly started to feel.. something new--! And it wanted you. Closer. My heart was beating like a drum, Chise!”

She understood the emotion he was feeling and tried not to overthink about it, Chise lifted her hand over his arm. Giving the fretting mage a soothing smile.

“It’s okay. I felt it too.”

“What was that feeling? Never once have a felt it!”

Would it be smart to lie? He would eventually find out, he always find out. Maybe if she worded it right? They found their way into the heat of the living room, joining each other on the couch. A thick woven woolybug blanket like a cocoon, hugging their sides. Chise didn’t realize how cold she was until after Elias had let go of her.

“That was just a different form of love.” Her eyes flickering a reflection of the dance of the fire ahead of them, salamanders resting between the burning logs.

“There is different forms?” Elias always questioned with the innocence of a child, Chise felt his jaw move above her; she was practically sitting in his lap.

“Yeah. There is types like a mother to her child. A brother to a sister, a friend to another and a one shared between lovers. Love is complex yet beautiful.”

This made Elias think for awhile, a comfortable silence lingering while the fire crackled and the sound of his breathing. The salamanders would hum at each other but usually go back to resting in their warm hearth.

“And.. What did it feel to you? With me.” The mage’s words dripped out slowly like he was afraid to ask them. The hold he had of Chise becoming tighter.

“I-..” She didn’t want to force things out. She wasn’t ready to answer this question. “I felt something very good.. I can’t put my finger on it but..-”

A small hand clasped the larger’s under their blanket’s safety. They didn’t entwine but just laid together, just making sure that the acknowledged touch was there.

“It was good, like something woke up. I will admit. I see you a bit different now.” The words shook Elias, He leaned snout by Chise’s shoulder to get a good look at her face.

“Is that a bad thing? Do you think of me poorly?” He questioned so sincerely, yet the tone of his voice still echoed the nervousness from earlier. Chise reverberated a calm chuckle.

“No. Like I’m no longer looking at the Elias I knew as a child. Im seeing you through a different lenses. It’s like Im relearning all of you and what you mean to me.”

This made Elias go silent again, the cogs working through that large bonehead of his. It took Chise by surprise when he dropped his chin on her shoulder. Like as if he was sulking and she was his oversize human teddy-bear. Even ten years later this old man acted like a child in the oddest of ways, Chise pet the length of his cold muzzle, the now tepid air making her a bit hot for this chunky blanket with Elias inside of it.

“I feel..similar.” He mumbled into her collar bone.”You are very important to me, Chise. I have lived hundred of years but while you were gone it felt like time stopped, I became an abyss and it didn’t go away until you came home.”

A few more followed but she couldn’t understand him without a prompt ‘Huh?’ Elias gave her another squeeze, hesitant to ask the words especially after what happened less than 15 minutes ago.

“Will you sleep with me in my bed together? I’m feeling very strange and it’s making me feel .. unbalanced, conflicted. I would appreciate if I had you near me for the rest of the evening.” Chise tried not to laugh, only sealing her lips with enthusiastic smile. She gave his hand a pat and nodded.

With a unearthly muster of strength and swoop, Chise found herself in the Magus's arms. Holding her like a bride, the blanket laid around his shoulders. It was like a band-aid had been ripped off her whole body as well enduring the shock of being lifted so quickly. Chise shot Elias’ a painful leer.

“Just no funny business!” She exclaimed, kicking her legs, almost losing a slipper.

“Funny Business?” He parroted obliviously, no idea what she was even talking about.

“Never mind! We still have to put our stuff away so put me down!” Even as Chise complained, Elias found a chance to give her a nuzzle at the top point of her cardinal red hair, he breathed a content sigh as he relished in his most favorite person’s presence. Even if she demanded to be let go..

❈

The timer broke Chise from her book about medicinal herbs found in India. It was a key piece of literature to helping her complete a remedy she’d been wanting to make for on of the townsfolk. It range with the utmost annoyance but at least the kitchen and lower half of the house smelled like fresh baked brownies. It drew Silky in like a predator to prey, initially peeking her head in to see Chise’s figure.

With decorative floral oven mitts, a piping hot tray of chocolate delights emerged. Chise could already taste the flavor in her mouth. Silky inched closer to see what she had baked, it certainly look good to her for a odd reason. Perhaps it was made with cream? Even Ruth manifested from the shadows to watch the even unfold, his ghostly tail wagging behind him.

“Silky could you start some hot water as I get these ready for afternoon tea? Im sure Elias would appreciate something fruity to go along with these.” She said setting the hot tray on the stove. Powder sugar would go perfect on these once they had cooled down. "I'll promise to leave you a cup of cream on the mantle~"

The hermit mage was locked in his study most of the morning, working on who knows what. The church had asked him for a few favors earlier that week but he still couldn’t be working on them? He’d been acting very odd the last two weeks since he’d returned from London. Watching her, sometimes avoiding, asking random irrelevant questions at the oddest of times.

Which he was preparing, Elias was looking for the perfect time to ask Chise to marry him. Today he’d been gifted with inspiration to write something heart felt to her but understanding the few emotions that he didn’t quite know still wracked his brain. Notes of mindless scribbles laid out before him on piece of blanched paper, some like hymn and others like poems. Maybe he should ask her bluntly, getting answers out of her was always easiest when he did that. How could he describe the right words to express to her? He’d never said ‘I love you’ but clearly had shown it. Was that valid enough?

The door opened with a creak, It was Silky and whom followed was Chise with a large silver platter in hand.

“Is it that time already?” Elias said looking at the time on his watch. Before Chise got too close he cleaned the desk of papers, shoving them all into a filing cabinet by his ankles. Good thing too, she would been able to see everything where she had placed the platter at. What sat upon it’s silver throne was a grey tea pot decorated with pink flowers and matching cups as well a small pitcher of thick cream and a plate of lemons. Beside them was the platter of Chise’s brownies dusted with powder sugar and lavender petals. The aroma of the summer lemon and raspberry tea gave a festive ambiance to the study.

“What refreshing change of pace for this time of year. I wonder what you had been up to earlier.” Elias complimented their work, enjoying the scent as Silky poured both cups. Chise has found a seat from across his desk.

This had been the room Elias taught most of their lesson at, the amount of frustration and toil she spent between these four walls. But it was Elias’ teaching that helped he obtain such a good job when she lived in the states, thank goodness for his stubbornness, she admired him from across the way as he took his saucer and tea cup.

“I thought we could brighten it up.” Accepting her own cup as Silky offered it, “Ive been a bit bored with the robust teas lately.”

They idled over chatter for some time, fading in and out of conversations. It was when the tea started to run dry and half of the platter had been emptied .. primarily due to Ruth, had Elias stopped the conversation. His glowing rose colored eyes viewing Chise as she took a bite of her brownie. Powder sugar dusting the pinkness of her lips. She might have thought it ungraceful but Elias found it endearing.

“Chise, Ive been meaning to ask you something lately. It's been on my mind the last few weeks.” His words left without thinking, Chise chewed, watching him with a wondering eye. He’d been storing the ring in one of the compacts of the radiant desk he found himself working at every day. Chise never pried in the drawers, it was a secluded spot that was just his, when he’d been acting like he’d been pulling put a pen to note something down Chise said, he slipped the velvet box into his coat pocket.

“Efh-hmh?” She mumbled with her mouthful. There was still a shred of child someone where in her.

“Ive been over thinking about it and it would ..--” He stopped, relaying what he was saying. Chise had swallowed by now but Elias rising from his seat made it hard to go down, he was standing in front of her less than a moment later. The sleigh beggy’s body began to shake, she knew what was coming and had to hold her weak heart in from bursting out of her chest.

“It would be the most blessed honor if you could..” A doubt started to shake his heart and rib cage. How he got to crouching beside Chise in her chair was even a mystery as well he’d taken her hands too. It was having extremely fast, with each second he remained dumbstruck infront of her; Chise’s expression got more red and frantic. She was stuttering in her chair beside him.

“If you could--” He wasn’t able to say it nor did Chise seem like she was ready. It wasn’t the right time or place. It was too cramped. “If you could teach me how to bake like you? Your delights are always superb.”

“What?” Her voice fell flat, hands clasps around Elias’ like wrenches. “You.. want to learn how to.. bake?”

Was he serious? Her heart had fled away as she stared flummox at the gentlemen before her sitting figure.

“Umm! Yes--.. I do, so then I can bake you something nice one of these mornings.” He played off the potential proposal the best he could. “Like plum and apricot scones or the carrot cake during the Spring months that you like.”

“I mean if Silky allows you to work in her kitchen I do not see why not? Would you like to try tonight? Im sure Ruth would like some pecan pie or pumpkin pie.” The second Chise mentioned it the large black dog who had been lying on the floor behind her chair perked up his low hanging ears, his tail batting the floor like hummingbird wings.

“Pie? I like pie.” Ruth said with the most eagerness in his deep voice, the rose color of his eyes glimmering up at his beloved soul sibling. This both concluded a laugh from Elias and Chise, their hands still clutched together.

“See? We have your first taste tester.” Chise indulged in gentle smile to Elias, he looked a little flustered but so was she. In their silence they under stood it wasn’t time but in the mean time Chise could kiss the knuckles of Elias’ gloved finger tips. He felt a special warmth under the touch of her hued lips, parting from the silk fabric. Even if they had both tripped there a few moments ago, the right time would come soon. It would happen naturally like anything good.

“You’ll need to take these off and put a apron on, you know? Unless you want to be covered in flour and batter.” Her voice meekish, Elias nodded in agreement.

“That is fine with me, I have one of the best teachers!” Elias found him to his feet, helping Chise to hers. With cups assembled, making sharp porcelain noises and plates scattered with crumbs and sugar adjourned, they carried out the wide platter away. Chise sharing the last brownie with Ruth who gobbled it up. That pup sure did love his sweets, was chocolate even healthy for fae?

“Prehaps we can even make a pot pie for dinner?” Elias mentioned, that was one of his favorite dishes. Chise liked the idea of that, they had a abundance of vegetables that could go to good use.

“Maybe.~” Together, both mages exiting the dim lit study with Ruth in suite. They would start by baking something easy, something that might actually taste good if it was a little burnt.

[megabadbunny]

if we let go (2/?)

(Is this what it means to share a heart with Donna? Compassion ramped up exponentially, emotions absorbed like a sponge, empathy flying off the charts and breaking the meters until mercury spills on the floor and poisons everyone in its proximity? Or is this just what it means to be human?)

I.e., Rose gets a choice, even if she has to carve it out for herself. In this chapter, the metacrisis Doctor makes a choice, as well.

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a journey’s end fixit (of sorts), dedicated to @travelingrose , who asked some really good questions that reignited my love/hate relationship with this episode/storyline, and to @goingtothetardis , who kept me encouraged while writing (thank you dahling). (i believe this also fills some rose x tentoo / tentoo day prompts from @timepetalsprompts and @doctorroseprompts .) heavy angst, but also lots of flirting, fluff, romance, some adventure, and some smut; sfw versions on tumblr & ff.net, nsfw versions on ao3 and teaspoon.

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prologue | chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3

chapter two: i was the one with the world at my feet

A thready beep-beep, beep-beep fills the medbay, and the room’s three conscious inhabitants can all breathe again.

“82 over 57,” says the Doctor, his fingers pressed to the pulse point bleating softly under the skin beneath Donna’s jaw. He may be a mere human now, but this, at least, he can still do; all those memories of studying humanoid bodies and memorizing how they work didn’t just vanish into the ether. That’s something, at least.

His original self sits atop a stool on the other side of the examination table, cutting through Donna’s jacket sleeve with a pair of medical scissors. The Doctor hides a smile at the thought of the fit Donna would throw if she knew. Afterward, his original self swabs the inside of Donna’s elbow with antiseptic, punctuating the air with a stench pungent and harsh and chemical, and before his original self has a chance to ask for it, the Doctor crosses the medbay in several long strides, fishing the supplies for an IV and saline drip out of the cabinets.

“Will she be all right?” asks Rose.

His original self doesn’t answer.

“Too early to tell at this juncture,” the Doctor says, honestly. “My—”

He silently curses himself. Personal pronouns right now are…confusing.

“His telepathic blocks should help for a while,” he says. “Keep her in stasis while we run some tests and look into extracting the stuff that shouldn’t be in her mind.”

Shouldn’t be in your mind, either, a small voice pipes up in the back of his mind. But then again, you shouldn’t be here at all.

“We’ll do everything we can,” the Doctor continues, rigging up the IV station. He sends Rose a reassuring smile. “We may actually have a small chance at keeping her original memories intact, thanks to you.”

He glances up to see Rose smiling just the littlest bit, and that shuts the voice in his head right down, because how could it not? She’s real, she’s in this universe again, she’s safe, she’s here. With him. (And on-purpose, as well; she could have left him on that beach in the other universe without a second thought, and maybe he even would have deserved it. But she took his hand anyway, and even if it doesn’t mean anything in the end, he’s deeply grateful.) His pitiful single heart swells almost painfully in his chest and the Doctor is suddenly very glad he’s not the one hooked up to the heartrate monitor, that no one can hear his galloping pulse ringing out through the room.

“Just the smallest chance, mind,” he says quickly, handing the IV tube and needle back to his original self. “But, y’know. Better than no chance at all.”

“Except that there’s no fallback here,” his original self mutters. Rose and the Doctor watch as he pushes the IV needle into Donna’s flesh, medical precision executed to perfection by well-practiced hands. “If I fail at this, if my telepathic blocks don’t hold up, if the scans are inconclusive or I can’t locate equipment sophisticated enough for the kind of extraction we need—which is highly likely, by the way, something I don’t expect her to know but you—” he says pointedly to the Doctor, voice hitching, “—you should have been well aware-of, even if your senses are irreparably compromised—if any of that falls through, Donna’s good as dead.”

“Well what else were we supposed to do?” Rose demands, throwing her hands up in frustration. “Just stand there?”

“Yes. Well, no, you shouldn’t have been there at all. But that aside, you should have listened to me—just once, you should have listened—and left Donna to my care, so I could remove the offending element without risking her life.”

“You mean remove her memories,” the Doctor replies. “Not just the ones she inherited from me. A huge chunk of hers as well.”

Rose barks out a short laugh in disbelief. “You’ve got to be joking.”

The Doctor shakes his head. “Everything she’s seen, everything she’s done, everything she’s become during our time together, it would all have to go.”

“Either that, or she dies,” says the original Doctor, taping the IV tube to Donna’s arm with perhaps a little more force than is necessary, though there’s no chance Donna can feel it right now. “Human minds aren’t built to store Time Lord memories. There’s nothing else to it. It’s a rubbish decision, but someone’s got to make it.”

“And that someone’s always you,” Rose replies bitterly.

The Doctor watches as his original self ignores Rose in favor of tidying up his materials, gathering antiseptic and medical tape and stray cotton balls onto a tray. A muscle twinges in his cheek and suddenly the Doctor can foresee just how quickly this conversation is going to speed downhill, careening on rickety wheels until it smashes into a ravine down below. He doesn’t need his dwindling time-sense to predict that.

“Well, I guess it’s some comfort that I’m not the only one you make life-altering decisions for,” Rose says under her breath.

The original Doctor rips off his medical gloves and throws them to the floor with a smack. “Maybe if you lot made better choices, I wouldn’t have to make them for you.”

“Right. So tell me, do you do this for all the important people in your life, or is it just the women you want to control?”

“I’m not the villain here,” the Doctor snaps, fixing Rose with a sharp glare. “And it’s wildly unfair to paint me as such. And it’s that sort of unyielding, myopic, ridiculously narrow-sighted tendency that renders you unable to accept that some things are just impossible, that blinds you so that you can’t see any of the surrounding forest for one small tree, that utterly strips you of the capability to process even the simplest—”

“You have no idea what I’m capable of!” Rose shouts, and the Doctor watches as she furiously blinks back tears, refusing to let them wet her cheeks. The other Doctor’s eyes widen in surprise, but Rose pushes on. “You don’t know, because you never asked. Did it even occur to you just how long it took me to get back, how hard I fought, everything I had to do? No, you don’t know anything about it, you’re just sitting there, just thinking, That’s Rose Tyler, just the way I left her. But that’s not me, Doctor. That isn’t who I am, not anymore.”

Gasping for breath, Rose combs her fingers through her hair, eyes clenching shut. “I’m not just some broken-hearted, addle-brained human child, I’m not just some unsophisticated ape who’s too stupid to consider things like consequences, and I’m not interested in the word impossible anymore. It sort of loses its meaning after you’ve seen the end of everything, after you’ve jumped from one universe to another to another to another, after you’ve seen dozens of other worlds and still, none of them is yours, none of them is what you’re looking for, no matter what you do, no matter how hard you try but you can’t stop, you can’t and you won’t. You stop caring about impossible after you’ve seen the stars go out and come right back, after you’ve witnessed humanity at its very worst and utter best all in the same damn day—after you’ve stopped a soldier from dying on the battlefield even after your team is telling you it’s useless, she’s good as gone, just leave her.

“And then—” Rose says, her voice shaking, lips twisting with the effort of damming back emotions that the Doctor suspects she hasn’t let loose for a long, long time now, “—then you watch the man you love more than anything die, right in front of you. Twice.”

His original self looks away. But the Doctor doesn’t; he’s frozen, torn between the intense desire to run off and the burning need to cross the room and envelope Rose in his arms until he’s crushed away the memories of everything that ever hurt her. He can feel her pain like it’s his own, aching in his chest and stinging in his throat.

(Is this what it means to share a heart with Donna? Compassion ramped up exponentially, emotions absorbed like a sponge, empathy flying off the charts and breaking the meters until mercury spills on the floor and poisons everyone in its proximity? Or is this just what it means to be human?)

“Then,” Rose says quietly, “after all that, after he comes back to life and everything you worked for is so close you can almost touch it, you’ve practically got it in your hands—after all that, he says no.” She bites her lip to stop it from quivering. “Well, I say too bad.”  

She falls silent, mouth pursed in a thin line. Shut tight like a trap so nothing else can escape.

(The quiet in the room is deafening; even the bleat of Donna’s pulse isn’t enough to cut through the sense of suffocation.)

Scrubbing a hand over his face, the original Doctor heaves a sigh. The Doctor swears the lines around his counterpart’s eyes have deepened in these last few minutes; in this moment, he looks every single one of his 900+ years.

“It was never an option, you staying,” he hears his original self say. “I’m sorry, Rose. There’s no place for you here.”

The Doctor feels sick at the words, and wonders if he’s ever hated himself as much as he does right now.

Rose’s eyelashes flutter once, twice, like her physiology is struggling against everything her ears just took in. But soon her features compose themselves, settling coolly into a perfectly neutral mask. Her face betrays nothing. Even her eyes have gone blank. It’s like looking at a smaller, blonder version of his ninth self, even down to the leather jacket. Battle-weary, cold, broken and willing to do anything, anything, to pull himself back together.

(Except he had Rose to pick up the pieces, stitch them up into a shape resembling a person once again. Surely it’s the least he can do, to repay the favor. He’s struck with the realization of just how badly he wants to.)

Wordlessly, Rose stalks past the two Doctors, leaving the medbay without so much as a glance behind.

Funny, the Doctor thinks. She’s only been back for a day, and already, the room feels empty without her in it.

“Don’t.”

The Doctor frowns at his original self. “Don’t what? I didn’t do anything.”

“You didn’t have to.” The original Doctor taps the side of his head. “I already know.”

“Well, someone’s got to talk to her.”

“What’s the point? She won’t understand.”

The Doctor watches the doorway where Rose vanished, as if maybe, if he looks hard enough, she’ll walk back through it. “Probably not,” he concedes. “But still—she’s right to be angry.”

His original self pushes back from Donna and the examination table, rifling through the medbay cabinets and drawers until he finds what he’s looking for—a medical transceiver. “Is she?” he asks, slapping the device on Donna’s wrist. “If she really knew what was best for her—”

“Best for her, or best for you?”

The original Doctor glares at him. The Doctor taps the side of his head.

I already know.

Shoulders slumping, his original self returns his attentions to Donna. “I’ve still got a lot of tests to run here,” he says, voice clipped. “And I think it would be best if I did it alone.”

Already the Doctor is on his way out.

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[sadrien]

what’s the stitch? | pt.1

on ao3

from the high school senior that brought you wanna chat? comes another chat fic that no one asked for

just so we're all on the same page, alya has the fox miraculous, nino the turtle, and chloe the bee. i latched onto this team of miraculous holders a while back and now i'm just throwing up random stuff. initially i wasn't going to write more than a small snip of this but @breeeliss​ is a horrible enabler (<3)

i'm still working on the dynamics for them, especially since they're still getting to know each other, so sorry if it's rough

anyway let's do this

18:23

Cat: What does this do? Oh COOL

Bee: what in fresh hell is this

Turtle: yo wassup this is rad wait lemme see…

Fox: HELLA

Ladybug: Chat what the hell did you do

Cat: Hey don’t blame me for being bored

There are fun settings on these things and I wanted to explore them

Fox: this is rad as hECK

Bee: i hate you all

Fox: this is going to be lit i cant believe i can text the crew through a weapon the magic whatevers that created these things knew what was up

Turtle has changed their name to michael angelo

michael angelo: hell yeah

Cat: Whoa what we can do that!!

Bee: this is going to be the most obnoxious chat ever i can feel it let me leave

Cat has changed their name to :3

Bee: holy shit let me out wait why the hell don’t these things have emojis i am personally offended

:3: Ah yes let me just call up the ancient gods and ask them to install emojis on our weapons

Bee: listen here you piece of shit

Fox has changed their name to foxy lady

Bee: can i give back my miraculous i don’t want it anymore

foxy lady: this is the best thing to ever happen

michael angelo: aYO

:3: I love it It’s like a less awful skype

Ladybug: Can we maybe try to keep this for talking about where akumas are?

:3: Hmmm

foxy lady: i mean we COULD

Bee has changed their name to beeutiful

beeutiful: ;*

michael angelo: yeah no way thats happening ladybug

:3: Its bonding!!!

Ladybug: Now I want to leave

:3: Awww join in on the fun my lady! Please??? Team bonding

foxy lady: @chat do u know how 3 get youtube on these things ive got videos to send

beeutiful: ummm what sort of videos?

foxy lady: ;)

michael angelo: if you send a meme ILL give up my miraculous

foxy lady: good we dont need u

Ladybug: Did you say team bonding??

:3: Yes that’s exactly what this is Duh

 6:13

michael angelo: well shit i really hope your kwami alert you of messages or something cause im actually going to use this the way its supposed to be used akuma at eiffel tower

 6:17

beeutiful: disgusting i’ll be there in a minute

:3: You’ll BEE there?

beeutiful: im going to punt you off the tower

foxy lady: i ws going to tell u 2 shut up unfortunate wheres the bug @

michael angelo: um??? backup??????? please????

foxy lady: OH right omw

 6:19

Ladybug: Ill be there in a sec

 6:48

foxy lady: i cant believe u all bolted like that i was gonna ask if we could do breakfast

Ladybug: I’m about to destransform, sorry! Ill talk to you all later but really since my kwami can only tell me that I have a message but not whats in it please try not to talk here too much I wont be able to tell whats important

:3: I can’t beelieve this

beeutiful: im literally going to rip your head off

foxy lady: everything is important anyway food i guess ill find some on my own then on my own pretending hes beside me :��(

beeutiful: @ladybug if you figure out how to mute this please let me know because oh my god

michael angelo: bro im just gonna snag a bag of chips before class

:3: Healthy

michael angelo: what was the last thing you ate cat boy?

:3: You’re going to judge me

beeutiful: im always judging you

foxy lady: oooooo

michael angelo: what are you a health nut or osmething cn?

:3: Not by choice

foxy lady: unfortunate

michael angelo: alright next patrol were getting super cheap pizza

foxy lady: and fries and milkshakes and possibly also hamburgers superheroing makes me hungry

beeutiful: ewwwww

foxy lady: dont like junk food???

beeutiful: no!!! its greasy and disgusting and sooo bad for your skin like who wants to deal with THAT

:3: Ok true I don’t have time to deal with acne

foxy lady: u both have unfairly perfect skin

michael angelo: ^^ true tho how do you manage that??

beeutiful: good genes and a fantastic skin care routine sure i’m naturally gorgeous but it takes a little work to reach true perfection

:3: So many different types of scrubs and creams So many that I could drown in them And also makeup Usually concealer and foundation every day

beeutiful: true my contour btw? art

foxy lady: thats cool but u havent seen my cat eye

:3: ;)

michael angelo: yeahhh makeup isnt my jam i suck at it 0/10 not attempting again

beeutiful: what!!!! makeup is EVERYONES jam i mean if you don’t like it whatever but with practice and patience you too can look as good as moi if you think you don’t look good with makeup on it’s just cause you’re not doing it right trust me

foxy lady: yeah bro if we didnt have these masks id totally do u up during patrol one night

:3: Add that to the list of things to do if we ever reveal our identities Makeovers

michael angelo: theres a list???

beeutiful: wait i thought we could never ever tell each other ever boss’ rules

:3: A cat boy can dream

foxy lady: do we think ladybug likes makeup

beeutiful: oh my god the most important question shit i’m about to detransform anyway check out my contour next time we’re out because it’s flawless

michael angelo: im out too ive been pushing it later dudes

foxy lady: and then there were two

:3: Benefits of using catacylsm at the end I guess

foxy lady: :P this miiiiight b difficult if we can only use it when transform eh w/e ill take what i can get

:3: Same honestly

 17:34

foxy lady: im bored and my actual friends are busy

 17:39

michael angelo: so we arent your friends then

beeutiful: i am not your friend

foxy lady: wow rude

michael angelo: what saving paris together doesnt make us friends?

beeutiful: as if!! being my friend is a privilege it’s like getting access to an exclusive club

foxy lady: soooooooooooo u dont have many friends then

beeutiful: fuck you i have plenty of friends

:3: Children please Ladybug is literally going to have my head

michael angelo: broski you were talking wiht us earlier

:3: Yeah but I didn’t have her glare burning holes into my soul the entire time

foxy lady: UR!!!!!!!!WITH LADYBUG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

:3: Yeah of course I’m with Ladybug?

beeutiful: and why exactly were we not invited??

:3: Parents need alone time sometimes

michael angelo: oh my god

foxy lady: #rude #betrayal #urnotmyrealdad #ettuchatnoir #whentheydontloveuback

beeutiful: stop before i hunt you down and stop you myself

foxy lady: #fucku

michael angelo: question is lb seriously that annoyed

:3: She’s not thrilled Hmmm how to Got it

:3 has sent a photo [selfie of Chat Noir smiling and holding up a peace sign with an unamused Ladybug in the background]

michael angelo: well thats a look i never want to face head on

foxy lady: rip u id face it down if it meant i got to spend more time w ladybug

beeutiful: fangirl much

foxy lady: oh shut up i kno ur the same

beeutiful: oh do you????

foxy lady: ummm yeaH i remember our first day do u

beeutiful: shit

michael angelo: i like to block most of that day from my memories

beeutiful: no one asked you shellhead

:3: Children please Wait really?

michael angelo: ehhh i mean it was really cool and life changing and all that shit but also i embarrassed myself in front of two of the most awesome people ever so yeah

beeutiful: kiss up

michael angelo: listen my dude i was not ready to be a superhero before this the most exercise i got was climbing the stairs to my apartment and the occasional run from akumas

Ladybug: To be fair Chat and I werent ready either

foxy lady: !!!!!!!!!! she speaks!!! ok but ive been prepping to b a superhero since i was like 4

beeutiful: same actually

:3: I watched way too much Sailor Moon not to be ready But I still wasn’t ready Lots of face planting

Ladybug: It gets easier and you have chat and I for help You dont have to figure this all out on your owns

:3: True Doing it by ourselves was unfurrtunate

beeutiful: moment ruined

foxy lady: im tearing up thank u i feel loved

michael angelo: ok so who wants to teach me tricks to get out of class and work for akuma attacks because bru h

:3: Uhhhh

Ladybug: Um

:3: You’re on your own good luck

beeutiful: wow you’re a great mentor we’re so lucky to have you

Ladybug: Be creative in your lies and dont repeat the same ones too often??? But also dont get too extravagant because then its a mess and gets out of hand Now stop messaging here its annoying!!!!!!!!!!!

 19:03

:3: Does anyone have cheese?

Ladybug: Chat if this isnt relevant I will end you

:3: I swear it is!

beeutiful: umm yes why??

:3: I need some We’re out and I didn’t realize Could you meet me somewhere with it?

beeutiful: i guess if it’s that important? what kind

:3: It is that important Anything If you have camembert that But anything

michael angelo: how is this relevant

:3: Grumpy hungry kwami

beeutiful: i have camembert how do you not have food for your kwami?

:3: It’s been a long week sue me Tower in ten?

beeutiful: i can’t believe i’m doing this but yes you owe me whiskers

 19:11

foxy lady: thisll be the weirdest brush contact paris has ever seen

[transguykeith]

i wanted to ask u a few of the writer asks but i can't decide which one i want to ask you most, could you answer all the asks? lmao if its too muh of a mission i can just decide on a few

It’s not like I’m doing anything else so yeah, why not. I just won’t ones that might not apply. I’ll put some of this under a read more:

1. Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

usually some sort of character study of sorts mixed in with scattered events to lead to an ultimate end goal.

2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

im a sucker for a good soulmate au, so maybe one of those eventually

3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

i would never write an abo fic, just no

4. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

um, a LOT, like a ton of them my main one is a college au of sorts centering around Yuuri and Phichit as well as Victor, its title is Made of Stars and its gonna be fun to write

5. Share one of your strengths.

i mean, i guess im okay at character studies, but i dunno, im really not super great

6. Share one of your weaknesses.

pretty much everything, im not great at connectivity or writing in a pretty style. like i just kinda write, im not particularly great at it

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and  explain why you’re proud of it.

This is from chapter 5 of You’re Not Alone:He danced because he skated, and he skated because skating was flying. And somewhere along the way he forgot what had drawn him to it the first place. He supposed that that was what he was searching for some days, that spark that started everything.

That spark that started a fire, a fire that’s flames were the smallest they had ever been. It was almost funny how one small moment could all but extinguish him. A spark started it all, ballet was just kindling, ice skating was logs, and he was a forest ablaze. But it was as if that one moment had sucked the oxygen from the air and the flames died, it suffocated him.

This is a bit flowwier than some of what i write, it’s one of my favorite lines because it encompasses what i have him feeling in that exact moment

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

I think this is one of my favorites, it’s from chapter 17 of You’re Not Alone:

“I’m glad too,” Otabek smiled. “It’s how this doing goes though. You dedicate your soul, mind, and body to the ice and you don’t always get to leave without losing something to it. It’s give and take, we’re all just caught in an intricate dance until the fates bottom us out one way or another.”

“When did you go all serious on me?” Yuri teased. He had gotten used to Otabek’s propensity for the occasional dramatic monologue though, they gave a good look into the head of his friend.

“Think about it Yuri,” Otabek clearly wasn’t done. “Here we are, the pinnacle of humanity, literally trying to carve a place for ourselves in history. We have to fight the fundamentals of the universe to do what we do, work against gravity itself all while having a timer above our heads. Who knows when it will expire and the ice will take it all away. We fight everything to be able to do this: the laws of physics, the passing of time, even our own bodies. That’s what makes you a soldier, we all fight this fight but you’re out there with a makeshift helmet and a sharpened stick while the rest of us have full armor and swords. And who is it that we see winning the battle time and time again, you.”

“Did you really drag me out here to give a dramatic monologue on how impressive I am,” Yuri flushed at the barrage of compliments. “You’re such a dork,” he buried his face in his hands.

I just really like how it turned out.

9. Which fic has been the hardest to write?

I guess You’re Not Alone just because of how long it is, but it depends. some of it has been very easy to write and some of it ( ahem my current chapter) has been really hard

10. Which fic has been the easiest to write? 

I’ve written a lot of little drabbles and one shots that i havent posted anywhere but the easiest was probably the little request i did yesterday which is either titled “Pretty Darn Cute” or “The second prettiest boy in the world”

11. Is writing your passion or just a fun hobby?

a little bit of both really

13. What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?

if you have an idea, write it down immediately. it doesnt matter if youre currently engaged in something else, write that shit down or you WILL lose it

14. What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across?

not necessarily advice, but like the idea of only writing it if you think its good

16. If you only could write one pairing for the rest of your life, which pairing would it be?

can I say Yuri Plisetsky and happiness, because yes

17. Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

I tend to write my chapters in order, but within each chapter i jump around a bit and then connect everything

18. Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines?

I have an outline in my head that i sometimes write down, im usually good about following it

19. Stephen King once said that his muse is a man who lives in the basement. Do you have a muse?

my muse is the genderless ghost that haunts me it stares into my cold soul and pokes me until i words

20. Describe your perfect writing conditions.

I prefer it to be kind of dark and i like to be nice and cozy, though sometimes ill be struck with random inspiration and have to write it no matter where i am

21. How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

Ha, revising?! whats that

25. What do you look for in a beta?I have never had a beta, but if i did have one i would like someone to help me idea bounce and keep my writing from sounding choppy

26. Do you beta yourself? If so, what kind of beta are you? 

I haven’t but i would be willing to if anybody wanted me to. I’m pretty good with general editing skills and idea flow

30. Do you accept prompts?

yes! please send me prompts i love them. I cannot exaggerate how much i appreciate being sent prompts

31. Do you take liberties with canon or are you very strict about your fic being canon compliant?

i would say im right in the middle about this, it really depends on what im writing though

32. How do you feel about smut?

ive never really tried my hand at it, i havent written anything that calls for it, but my next fic might

33. How do you feel about crack?

i kind of have written some stuff that could be considered borderline crack, but most of it isnt fanfic and i havent shared that

34. What are your thoughts on non-con and dub-con?

personally, i probably wouldn’t write it, but if its necessary for a backstory then maybe but certainly not in detail

35. Would you ever kill off a canon character?

oh certainly, just depends on the fic im writing

36. Which is your favorite site to post fic?

ao3

37. Talk about your current wips.

my main wip is Youre Not Alone and that one is getting close to its end, i know where it’s going and how it will end i just have to write my way there, but I’ve had some pretty bad writers block in regards to it lately

38. Talk about a review that made your day.

i got this one really long review gushing about how much my story meant to them and how reading it always made their day feel better and that was just such a nice review and it made me really happy. Another one i really liked was somebody complimenting something i did that a lot of other people complained about so i really appreciated that one

39. Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?

ive gotten a few upset reviews about something i included in You’re Not Alone, but i cant do much about it. i once got a review about four chapters in asking why yuri had a menstrual cycle and this wasnt rude exactly, but how do you read that far without knowing he’s trans in my fic

[omelettedufromage-24601]

Wrong Number

Pairings: LawLu, ZoSan. Summary: Inspired by the prompt we all know, Person A sends a message to Person C without meaning to as they thought they were texting Person B. Warning: Tons of humour!

AO3 - Fanfiction.net Chap 1 - Chap 2 - Chap 3

Enjoy!

CHAPTER IV

“Luffy.” – Zoro

“Your cat tried to eat my computer cable, again.” – Zoro

“It's so big how can it even want to eat something more?!” – Zoro

“Do you even give food to it for it to behave like that?! Is it naturally big or??” – Zoro

“Oh God.” – Zoro

“It tried to damage my stuff again that motherfucker” – Zoro

[…]

“Luffy.” – Zoro

“It peed on my clothes, again.” – Zoro

“This is the third time this week, and we're only tuesday, Luffy!” – Zoro

[…]

“LUFFY.” – Zoro

“IT PREVENTED ME FROM SLEEPING TWICE IN LESS THAN TEN MINUTES.” – Zoro

“THAT'S IT.” – Zoro

“I don't want it anymore in this flat.” – Zoro

“If you don't give it away, I will.” – Zoro

[…]

“WAIT NO! Don't throw him out! Zoro!” – Luffy

“Oh yeah? Why not?” – Zoro

“We already had the same story with the old dog, the rats and the parrot, we'll just repeat it again.” – Zoro

“You actually liked them!” – Luffy

“Yeah, well they were still annoying. Bulky.” – Zoro

“I don't believe you” – Luffy

“Thing is, I don't like this cat.” – Zoro

“Meatloaf is perfectly fine, and you'll get used to each other. You don't throw people out because they annoy you! Just tell him not to do it again and he'll understand.” – Luffy

“You realize it's not a person, right?” – Zoro

“I value Meatloaf as much as anybody else!” – Luffy

“Plus, it's not his fault if he started eating your stuff! He's hungry! You'd do the same if you were! And you sleep all the time, of course he'll wake you up at some point!” – Luffy

[...]

“Sanji agrees with me and said you were lazier than a cat.” – Luffy

“Fuck the cook he doesn't know shit about that stuff.” – Zoro

[...]

“Are you kidding me, this cat isn't well educated that's all. And there's no cat food anywhere?? -And what about the pee?” – Zoro

“Where's the litter??” – Zoro

[…]

“I forgot.” – Luffy

“...” – Zoro

“Okay.” – Zoro

“I'm throwing it out.” – Zoro

“DON'T!” – Luffy

“If you do I swear I will never talk to you ever again.” – Luffy

“You're not even able to take care of it, Luffy!” – Zoro

“I will! Sanji says he's gonna help. He loves cats.” – Luffy

“The ero-cook doesn't live with us! He's nothing to do with that!” – Zoro

“Give Meatloaf a month. You'll get to like him.” – Luffy

“It's not only me. It hates me too.” – Zoro

“Nonsense!” – Luffy

[…]

“But if nothing has changed, Meatloaf's out right?” – Zoro

“I have your word?” – Zoro

[…]

“Yes.” – Luffy

“Deal.” – Zoro

“But I'm calling it 'Nuisance' from now on.” – Zoro

“You did it only to bother me, didn't you?” – Zoro

“Yes.” – Sanji

“Bastard” – Zoro

“Screw you, curly brow.” – Zoro

“Anytime you want, Moss-for-Brain.” – Sanji

“Luffy?” – Usopp

“Yeah?” – Luffy

“I was wondering...” – Usopp

“About that Tra-guy you talked to me about and all” – Usopp

“What if he was some kind of a serial killer creep?” – Usopp

“A serial killer?” – Luffy

“Yeah! Look- how many times did it happen? The nurse was the killer, the detective was guilty of everything... Dexter, The Mentalist- aren't all those shows about it?” – Usopp

“You think Torao's a serial killer because he's a doctor?” – Luffy

“Basically, it could be a possibility, yes.” – Usopp

“Okay I'm gonna ask him!” – Luffy

“What?! No don't ask you really think he's gonna be honest?? AND what if it's true?! He might come for us to keep his secret! For himself! Himself- alone!” – Usopp

“But everything you said are suppositions right?” – Luffy

“Yeah?” – Usopp

“Let's just get a confirmation to it already then!” – Luffy

“Don't! Luffy! Really-!” – Usopp

“Luffy!!” – Usopp

[...]

“You're really asking him aren't you?” – Usopp

“I should have known better” – Usopp

[...]

“Next boat to Antarctica doesn't look too expensive.” – Usopp

“Have you ever killed someone before?” – Luffy

“No” – Torao

“Why not?” – Luffy

“My job is basically to save lives, Luffy-ya. Why the question?” – Torao

“Yeah but that could be your cover! The best murderers are acting from the inside, and no one ever suspects them!” – Luffy

“Stop watching TV” – Torao

“Or stop believing everything Usopp tells you” – Torao

“How did you know it was Usopp??” – Luffy

“Because of, hm, the fact that you're always telling me everything your life perhaps?” – Torao

“Shishishishishi I keep forgetting.” – Luffy

[…]

“But tho, have you?” – Luffy

“What?” – Torao

“Killed someone” – Luffy

“For God's sake. No.” – Torao

“Okay! :D” – Luffy

“And you believe me?” – Torao

“Of course, why?” – Luffy

“I could lie.” – Torao

“Are you?” – Luffy

“Nope.” – Torao

“Then why trying to confuse me and create problems when everything's ok? ٩(•̤̀ᵕ•̤́๑)૭✧ ” – Luffy

“You're really-” – Torao

“What?” – Luffy

“Nothing.” – Torao

“[Picture MMS]” – Luffy

“See? Torao's a nice guy!” – Luffy

[…]

“I'm not convinced.” – Usopp

“If you don't trust him, trust me! (^◡^)/” – Luffy

“If you say so...” – Usopp

“By the way, Chopper bought a new game and asked us to come over to help him figure out how it works :D” – Luffy

“I'M ON MY WAY!” – Usopp

“Haven't you noticed anything?” – Nami

“You must add more details to this question, if you want me to answer properly Nami-san” – Robin

“I meant, about Zoro and Sanji. Don't you think something changed, between them?” – Nami

“Indeed, I noticed that.” – Robin

“You did?” – Nami

“Yes. They probably made out, but are too proud to tell us. So we'll just wait for them to tell us when they will feel ready.” – Robin

“What?!? You knew??” – Nami

“This is quite obvious.” – Robin

“But Sanji didn't say anything when I asked him about that evening!” – Nami

“Try not to beat them up, it took them time.” – Robin

“Exactly! And patience! And those bastards didn't even tell us!!” – Nami

“You know how they are” – Robin

“I will make them regret this.” – Nami

“May I ask why you are so invested in their relationship, Nami-san?” – Robin

“I made a bet with Usopp. He owes me.” – Nami

“[Picture MMS]” – Nami

“I won the bet.” – Nami

“A-Absolutely not! Those are just hypothesis!” – Usopp

“How dare you?” – Nami

“I won't believe it until they show or tell me themselves they are in a relationship.” – Usopp

“You...” – Nami

“Alright. You will eventually understand I was right it, and pay me what you owe me!” – Nami

“We'll see about that!” – Usopp

“(≧∇≦)/” – Luffy

“(つ◉益◉)つ” – Luffy

“ᕦ⊙෴⊙ᕤ” – Luffy

“ᕙ(▀̿̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ) ᕗ” – Luffy

“...” – Torao

“You discovered how to create emoticons, didn't you” – Torao

“Yeah! ╰(✧∇✧╰) That's super fun!” – Luffy

“Am I... the victim on whom you decided to test them all?” – Torao

“Maybe ｢(ﾟﾍﾟ)” – Luffy

“Please stop” – Torao

“Why, you don't like it? C'mon Torao! It's way too fun! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧” – Luffy

“I'd rather have your babbling about how bored you are than that.” – Torao

“(ง ʘ ʖ ʘ)ง" – Luffy

“If you don't stop I will most definitely block you, Luffy-ya.” – Torao

“You wouldn't!” – Luffy

“I'm very serious” – Torao

“Just because of smileys?!” – Luffy

“They are annoying.” – Torao

“You're no fun.” – Luffy

[…]

“You did say you liked better my messages when I'm bored though!” – Luffy

“I... did say that.” – Torao

“What about you just send me one emoticon too and we're even? I'll stop harassing you with them. I promise.” – Luffy

“An emoticon?” – Torao

“Yeah!” – Luffy

“Only one?” – Torao

“And you'll stop?” – Torao

“Yeah!” – Luffy

“But do not choose a common one!” – Luffy

“...” – Torao

“੧| ‾́ー ‾́ |੭" – Torao

“Shishishi you actually did it!” – Luffy

“Yeah” – Torao

“Shishishi~” – Luffy

“Boss.” – Shachi

“Boss?” – Shachi

“Law?” – Bepo

“Yeah?” – Law

“Are you ready to go?” – Bepo

“Go?” – Law

“Next appointment...” – Bepo

“Right.” – Law

“Why are you texting me? You're like, on the very next room.” – Law

“You didn't answer when Penguin called you so we sent you texts, as you spent a lot of time on your phone lately” – Bepo

“What's so interesting with it by the way? A new technique you've found on the internet, or some surgery book online?” – Bepo

“Yeah, kinda.” – Law

“Kinda?” – Bepo

“Don't worry about that. And I'm not deaf, next time just come in.” – Law

“Come in? Well, Penguin did come in” – Bepo

“And?” – Law

“You didn't notice his presence.” – Bepo

“He didn't say anything.” – Law

“Usually, you do notice people.” – Bepo

“I was concentrated.” – Law

“On surgery?” – Bepo

“[Picture MMS]” – Bepo

“What's that supposed to mean?” – Law

“You were so focused you didn't notice him taking a picture of you, and I'm surprised to see such an expression on your face while working on surgery...” – Bepo

“Get to the point” – Law

“Penguin and Shachi told me you met someone online! Why didn't you say anything?!” – Bepo

“Why, is this important?” – Law

“It is! I barely see you taking interest in anyone, this is super-rare!” – Bepo

“Do we have to talk about it now? I believe we have an appointment in five minutes.” – Law

“I'm coming.” – Law

“Nice way of changing subject..." – Bepo

"Oh shit we're really late!" - Bepo

“[Picture MMS]” – Luffy

“Is that a cat?” – Torao

“Yeah, he's mine! His name is Meatloaf!” – Luffy

“Let me guess; you chose the name” – Torao

“Yeah! You know me so well Torao!” – Luffy

“How old is he? He looks bad” – Torao

“No idea, I found him on the street on my way home. He was dirty and hungry and he followed me so I just took him.” – Luffy

[…]

“[Picture MMS]” – Luffy

“Is he... sitting on your roommate's face?” – Torao

“For some reason, he likes to do that. Maybe it's because of Zoro's hair colour? I have no idea why he acts like that but he likes Zoro's face.” – Luffy

“... Is that a normal thing according to you?” – Torao

“I don't know? Everyone's different? Sanji took pictures last time. It was hilarious! This cat really is awesome!” – Luffy

“Though I named him Meatloaf, Zoro's calling him Nuisance...” – Luffy

“Sure, especially if the cat's trying to choke him during his sleep using his weight, wonder why.” – Torao

“I'm pretty sure they'll eventually get along.” – Luffy

“People say it's good to have hopes.” – Torao

“But in spite of your unbreakable faith I am doubtful.” – Torao

“You'll see I'm right!” – Luffy

[...]

“Shit” – Luffy

“He's meowing for food I forgot to buy him some” – Luffy

“What are cats allowed to eat?” – Luffy

[...]

“I'm a doctor, Luffy-ya, not a veterinarian.” – Torao

“I'll just give him what I have.” – Luffy

“[Picture MMS]” – Luffy

[…]

“You didn't actually give that to him, did you?” – Torao

“That's all I have!” – Luffy

“Luffy-ya, please don't feed Meatloaf the purple carrot” – Torao

“How on Earth do you manage to have vegetables with this colour?” – Torao

“I don't know” – Luffy

“I just don't really pay attention to them in the fridge so I guess I forget about them.” – Luffy

“And since Zoro often goes out lately” – Luffy

[…]

“I think Meatloaf actually likes it.” – Luffy

[…]

“I told you not to give it to him” – Torao

“I do what I want!” – Luffy

[…]

“You can be so childish sometimes” – Torao

“If you want to poison him that's the good way to go” – Torao

“He's fine!” – Luffy

“Of course he is” – Torao

“I'm off to sleep, good night!” – Luffy

“Try to sleep too!” – Luffy

[…]

“Good night” – Torao

“So, how's it going with your new friend?” – Bepo

“Still vexed I didn't tell you about it?” – Law

“And he's not my friend” – Law

“You told Shachi and Penguin!” – Bepo

“I didn't. They stole my phone.” – Law

“I should have done that too...” – Bepo

“There's a password now.” – Law

“And you don't trust us anymore! I'm hurt” – Bepo

“You just said you wished you'd stolen my phone” – Law

[…]

“Ok, but what are you talking about?” – Bepo

“Nothing.” – Law

“Nothing? How can you exchange so much without saying nothing?” – Bepo

“We don't communicate that much.” – Law

“Are you kidding me? Answering other people than your colleagues is a big deal for you.” – Bepo

“If you say so” – Law

“Yeah!” – Bepo

[…]

“But really, what are you talking about? I'm curious now” – Bepo

[…]

“Law?” – Bepo

[…]

“He sends me emoticons, and talks about food.” – Law

“Really? What kind of emoticons? Don't you hate those, tho?” – Bepo

“[Picture MMS]” – Law

“Omg this one (ง ʘ ʖ ʘ)ง looks just like you when you're about to start a surgery! Look, I can almost see the dark circles under its eyes.” – Bepo

[…]

“I was kidding, Law!” – Bepo

“Are you really going to ignore me now?” – Bepo

[…]

“Are you sure that's one of your conversations though?” – Bepo

“I mean... 'I'd rather have your babbling about how bored you are than that.' that's not like you” – Bepo

“Is it?” – Bepo

“Damnit” – Bepo

[…]

“Don't tell me you don't at least appreciate him!” – Bepo

[…]

“You know you can't block me right? We need to contact each other anytime because of our job!” – Bepo

[…]

“I thought we were best friends...” – Bepo

“Or at least friends!” – Bepo

“:'(“ – Bepo

“If I reply you'll stop harassing me?” – Law

“Law! You're not mad at me?” – Bepo

“I'm not. But just stop talking about him” – Law

“Understood.” – Bepo

[…]

“Still, you like him don't you?” – Bepo

“Bepo” – Law

“Yeah right sorry!” – Bepo

[Group conversation]:

“You were right, I can't believe it.” – Bepo

“Told you so!” – Shachi

“Yeah” – Penguin

“I've never seen him like that!” – Bepo

“I can't believe it.” – Bepo

“You already said that.” – Penguin

“I can't believe it.” – Bepo

“Again.” – Penguin

“No but” – Bepo

“I think he can't believe it.” – Shachi

“Oh my god you two” – Penguin

[...]

“What if he's been replaced by someone else, looking just like our boss?” – Bepo

“Would have noticed it, wouldn't we?” – Penguin

“Yeah I'm noticing it now!” – Bepo

[...]

“Do you think they met?” – Shachi

“...” – Penguin

“...” – Bepo

[…]

“We can't ask him can we” – Shachi

“Definitely not” – Bepo

“But we have his number” – Penguin

“We do?” – Bepo

“We do.” – Shachi

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