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thompsborn · 4 years

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fic where harley is a doctor that works w helen cho that sees peter often because of how much he gets hurt from being spider-man? and they fall in love bc they r already smitten for each other bc why wouldn't they be

i didn’t know how much i needed an au like this until you sent it omg

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He’s in the middle of taking a sip of coffee when the alarm goes off.

“Mister Keener,” Friday says, as he’s cursing over the hot coffee that’s soaking into the front of his shirt. Thankfully, it’s not hot enough to actually burn him, but that doesn’t make it any less unpleasant. “Your assistance is needed in the Medical Wing.”

Harley frowns. “What time is it?”

“Four fifty eight in the morning, Mister Keener.”

“Jesus, really?” Harley sets his mug down and turns his arm over to look at his watch. His brows shoot up towards his hairline, surprised. “Wow. Okay. Didn’t realize it was... Jesus. Alright.”

Friday sounds almost amused when she tells him, “Doctor Cho is insisting you hurry.”

Harley sighs. “Yeah, okay. On my way.”

At this time of the night, the only medical staff on hand are the ones who live close by—like Helen, who has an apartment less than a two minute walk away—and those who live on site, like Harley, who’s had his own floor in the tower since he was fifteen and told Tony over a phone call that he was thinking about coming to New York once he was done with high school. Because of this, Harley isn’t all that surprised to find that it’s only him and Helen that show up in the MedBay—if anything, it’s what he expected.

And he should have expected who, exactly, they’re treating in the middle of the night, but he still finds himself mildly surprised when he comes face to face with Peter’s sheepish grin.

“Of course it’s you,” Harley says, standing at the foot of the hospital bed with his arms crossed over his chest. “Who else would be waking me up like this?”

“Don’t lie to me,” Peter says, sheepish grin turning a bit snarky. “You weren’t asleep.”

Harley purses his lips. “I could’ve been.”

Peter rolls his eyes, but doesn’t get the chance to respond before Helen is hovering by his side, snapping her gloves into place and instructing, “Friday, give me the run down.“

“Mister Parker has several second degree burns along his left leg and left arm,” Friday responds. “His right wrist is broken, and there appears to be a laceration along his abdomen.”

Harley winces in sympathy. “Rough night?”

Peter tries to shrug, but the movement makes his features twist up in a flash of pain. His voice comes out a bit strained when he says, “You could say that. There was—house fire. Not fun.”

“Get everyone out?” Harley asks, if only to provide a slight distraction as Helen assesses the broken wrist, likely checking to see if it needs to be reset or if it’ll be able to heal properly as it is. Peter tries for a grin.

“All of ‘em. Even the kids pet turtle.”

Harley pats Peter’s right knee, careful to remember that it’s his left leg with the burns. “Job well done, Spider-Man.”

“Harley,” Helen says, grabbing his attention. She’s apparently deemed Peter’s wrist not a main concern and is already peeling Peter’s suit off of him. Harley snaps into focus instantly, listening intently as Helen tells him, “I need you to take care of the laceration while I get started on the burns. When that’s done, we need to get that wrist in a cast until it heals.”

Peter pouts. “A cast? Really?”

Helen looks at him sharply. “Last time we didn’t put you in a cast, you managed to re-break your arm before it could heal. Twice.”

Peter’s pout vanishes with a meek chuckle. “It was an accident?” he offers.

“You, Peter Parker,” Helen says, averting her attention back to his burns as she speaks, “are somehow my best and my worst patient of all time. And I’m Tony Stark’s doctor, too, so that says a whole lot about you.”

“Hey—” Peter cuts off with a hiss as Harley starts to disinfect the large cut on his side. Harley offers an apologetic half smile that Peter waves away with another wince and a wobbly sort of grin. “I’m not worse than Mr. Stark.”

Helen hums, high pitched and teasing.

“I’m not,” Peter insists. “I’m not!”

“Believe what you want,” Helen tells him.

Peter huffs. “Why are you being mean to me? Aren’t doctors supposed to be nice to their patients? Isn’t that, like, a thing?”

Harley snorts when Helen says, “Next time, don’t wake me up at four in the morning with second degree burns and a broken wrist, and maybe then I’ll be nicer to you, hm?”

—

The thing is, Harley didn’t plan on this.

As in, growing up, he was sure that what he wanted was to be a mechanic. He loved to build, take apart, recreate, understand. It’s all he ever did. Hell, when Tony Frickin’ Stark broke into his garage, the guy ended up making Harley his own mechanic heaven to say thanks for helping him out.

And Harley still loves all of that, to be fair—he spends a lot of his free time tinkering in Tony’s lab now, helping him out with whatever the man’s working on and often working on his own fun little projects on the side—but it’s not his main drive. It’s not the center of his world.

He thinks it started when he saved Tony.

In a way, anyway—he had only been twelve at the time, and it’s not like twelve year olds are exactly apt on having life changing realizations that change the course of their future. Still, he was a twelve year old that saved Tony Stark’s life, and there was some kind of thrill, almost. It was hard to explain then, and Harley isn’t sure if he could put it into words now, but the feeling had made his fingers feel all tingly and his heart thud heavily in his chest. It was similar to when he built his first successful bot and it came whirring to life, only the feeling was intensified.

He felt like he was doing what he was supposed to be doing. He knew he wanted to save lives.

“You’re getting better,” Helen tells him, after Harley’s helped the medical team with bandaging up the members of the Avengers that just returned from a mission. None of the wounds had been major, mostly just scrapes and bruises, but it’s the most amount of people Harley has helped treat at once, which is a big step.

Harley shrugs, drying off his hands, having just finished washing them. “You’re a good teacher.”

Helen chuckles at that. “How are your classes?”

“Good,” Harley answers, nodding his head. “Kinda boring. I know most of it already, thanks to all the training you’ve given me, but that‘s not really new. I knew everything they taught me in high school, too.”

“You sound like Peter when you say that,” Helen muses, an amused quirk to her brow.

Harley rolls his eyes. “Y’know, people keep saying that, but I only see him when he’s bleeding out and that doesn’t make it feel like we’re all that similar.”

“Oh, you’re similar, alright,” Helen says, laughing a bit. “You’re both genius kids who bust your asses off to save people’s lives.”

Wrinkling his nose, Harley says, “But I don’t do it in spandex. Key difference there, doc.”

Helen holds her hands up in some kind of surrender. “Just saying, you two are alike.”

“I’ll make sure to tell him you said that next time he breaks his leg,” Harley quips.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Friday interjects, “but Spider-Man is reportedly injured and heading to the tower now. ETA of six and a half minutes.”

Harley rolls his eyes up to the ceiling with an exasperated sigh. Helen can only laugh.

—

“Ow. Ow, ow—oh, Jesus, that’s—ow—!”

“Sorry,” Harley says, only averting his eyes for a second to flash Peter an apologetic look before focusing back on the stitches he’s giving him.

Peter curses, slamming his left fist into his own thigh as Harley pushes the needle through. “This sucks,” he complains, clenching his jaw and grinding his teeth. “This is—why is this worse than getting stabbed? Why do I prefer getting stabbed over this? This blows.”

“You need to stop moving,” Harley tells him.

Making an indignant sort of noise, Peter asks, “How the hell am I—I can’t stop moving! This hurts, man, like—like, really fuckin’ hurts!”

“Moving makes it worse, dipshit,” Harley retorts, fighting the urge to roll his eyes.

“You know what else makes it worse?” Peter glares at the wall. “Not having pain killers.”

Harley does roll his eyes now. “Not my job. I just give you the drugs, I don’t make them.”

“I know, but Mr. Stark isn’t here for me to bitch at, so I’m complaining to you about it instead.”

Harley can’t help the way that he snorts at that, finishing off the last of the stitches as he does so. “I usually don’t like to listen to someone complain while I’m working.”

“Sucks to suck,” Peter replies. “Are you done?”

“Yep.” Harley leans back, taking off his gloves and tossing them into the trash. “Any other injuries? Stab wounds? Broken bones?”

Peter hums, tilting his head from side to side. “I don’t think so. Friday?”

“All clear, Mr. Parker.”

Harley frowns. “The fact that you had to ask worries me.”

Peter shrugs. “I get hurt a lot. Kinda used to it.”

“Still,” Harley says. “That’s concerning. Like, you still feel pain, right? You would know if you were hurt somewhere else, wouldn’t you?”

“Oh, trust me, I feel pain,” Peter snorts. “But some things just... don’t matter? Like... I dunno, but if it’s not serious, it’s like my brain filters it out on it’s own to focus on other things. Which, probably, y’know, not good, but, like, oh well.”

“Definitely not good,” Harley murmurs, frowning to himself as he squints around the room for a moment. “Well, if you have nothing else, then you’re good to go. And, honestly, thank god that’s all you have, ‘cause this is the first time I’ve done anything without Helen around and anything more than stitches would’ve had me flipping shit and fucking it all up.”

Peter lets out a light laugh, pulling his shirt down, over the gash that Harley just finished stitching. “You wouldn’t fuck it up,” he says, sounding light and humorous yet entirely serious, too. “You’re, like, really good at your job, Harley.”

Harley scrunches his nose up on his face. “Ew. Don’t be nice to me. It’s gross.”

Peter laughs again, a little bit louder, though the way it makes his stomach jump has him wincing when it pulls at his stitches. “I’m serious!” he insists. “Like, I know you’re still a med student and stuff, but Helen is probably the best person to be training you, so you’re, like, more qualified than most normal doctors. You have the experience that most people still in med school don’t have. I mean, you patch up the freakin’ Avengers, Harley! You gotta be good at this to do that!”

“I help patch up the Avengers,” Harley corrects. “The only person I’ve ever fixed up by myself is you, thanks to your insane ability to always get hurt.”

“It’s a talent,” Peter shrugs. “And hey, I bet it keeps you entertained.”

Harley snorts. “Entertained is not the right word for it, Spidey. Impressed, maybe, by just how much trouble you’re capable of getting yourself into.”

Peter grins. “Gotta impress people somehow, right?”

—

Harley wouldn’t call it bonding.

Because it’s not. It’s not bonding. It’s small talk, and pleasant conversations, while Harley sets a broken bone or treats another burn. It’s filling the silence because, apparently, Helen trusts Harley to handle Peter on his own, unless it’s a major injury that requires more than one person on hand, and Harley isn’t sure why he’s being trusted with this, but he’s pretty intent on not fucking it up.

But it isn’t bonding. They’re just... acquaintances. Who talk. Like, a lot, because Peter comes in at least four times a week needing treatment for something, and that gives them a lot of time to talk. Maybe Harley learns a lot about Peter during this time, like his favorite song, and what his comfort hoodie is, and why he became Spider-Man in the first place. Maybe Peter learns where Harley is from, how he met Tony, and what made him decide to be a doctor over a mechanic.

Maybe, after a few weeks, they start having inside jokes, built not only from the time they spend alone together, but also from the months upon months that Harley was helping Helen treat Peter, too. Sometimes, Peter snorts so hard that he reopens his stitches and Harley has to fix it. Sometimes, Harley can’t stop laughing when he needs to have steady hands and he ends up hunching over on himself and wheezing because of whatever it is that Peter said. One day, Peter comes in when he isn’t injured, dressed in casual clothes with a few textbooks from his ESU courses in one hand and a coffee cup in the other. “I’m headed up to see Mr. Stark,” he tells Harley, “but I thought I’d give you this,” and he holds out the cup of coffee with a big, cheesy sort of grin.

“Why?” Harley asks, though he accepts the cup gratefully.

Peter shrugs. “I’d probably have bled out ten times over if it weren’t for you, and you looked, like, really tired yesterday, so I thought you might need it.”

He is tired—exhausted, really, because his classes may not be hard but there are some big tests coming up that he needs to study for and it’s hard to find the time to study in between training with Helen and doing all the millions of other assignments that are being tossed his way. He takes a sip of the coffee, hums in satisfaction at the way it warms him up, and says, “Thanks.”

“Least I could do,” Peter tells him.

So, maybe they’re friends. Maybe—maybe—Harley is starting to look forward to seeing him and keeps trying to think of a casual way to offer they hang out sometime, outside of the med bay. Maybe Peter starts bringing Harley a cup of coffee every time he goes to visit Tony, and maybe Harley starts to feel a little thrill whenever he hands the coffee over and their fingers briefly brush.

Maybe it is bonding, but it’s not a crush. It’s not.

(”You’re adorable when you’re in denial,” Helen tells him.

Harley sinks in his seat and tries to disappear. “Shut up.”)

—

The letters of his textbook are blurring in front of his eyes when the alarm rings.

He jumps at the sound, looks up at the ceiling with slightly squinted eyes and furrowed brows, expecting Friday to calmly inform him that his assistance is needed in the med bay, like usual. Instead of that, though, the alarm continues to blare, and all Friday says is, “Urgent. Urgent. Urgent.”

Which is code for: someone’s about to die if he doesn’t hurry.

Instantly, he jumps to his feet, feeling wide awake despite being on the brink of dozing off just a few short moments ago. “Okay,” he tells himself, rushing out of his room and sprinting towards the elevator, which is already open and waiting for him. He only just barely thinks to swipe his tablet along the way, clutches it in his hands while he says, “Okay, okay, okay—who, uh—Friday? Who is it?”

“Iron Man and Spider-Man are both heavily injured and require immediate assistance,” Friday informs him gravely. “Doctor Cho is already treating Mr.Stark and has told me to inform you that you will be in charge of Mr. Parker.”

“Oh, god,” Harley breathes, pinching the bridge of his nose and giving himself a second to take a deep breath while the elevator takes him down to the proper floor. “Jesus. Okay. I need, uh—give me a list of Peter’s injuries, Fri.”

“Of course, Mr. Keener.”

The list is sent to his tablet immediately, and it’s—extensive. Third degree burns and multiple shattered ribs and various bullet wounds, only some of which are clean through, meaning that there’s various bullets that they need to remove before Peter starts to heal around them. The more he reads, the faster his heart thunders in his chest while his mind automatically sorts through it to think of what needs to be prioritized, what to treat first, and how to keep Peter alive.

By the time he reaches Peter’s room, he has a game plan figured out, and he only falters for a short moment when he sees Peter on the hospital bed, writhing around and sobbing in pain. The rest of the medical staff in the room freeze, likely already aware that Helen put him in charge, and wait with bated breath.

“Alright,” Harley says, mostly to himself. “Here’s what we’re going to do.”

—

Maybe it is a crush.

Harley is finding it hard to deny it now, as he sits beside Peter’s hospital bed, his hands feeling a little bit shaky where they’re clasped together and hanging between his knees. They had to undergo emergency surgery, and Peter’s heart had stopped four times throughout the procedure. Bringing him back had been the most panic inducing thing Harley has ever experienced in his life, and he couldn’t even show it because he was the one that was put in charge.

But they did, all four times —they got his heart going again and they got out all the bullets and treated all the burns and did everything they could to stabilized the broken bones. They gave him multiple IV’s, all of which he’s still attached to, and he hasn’t woken up since he passed out from the pain shortly after Harley’s arrival—and he passed out looking at Harley, too, with wide, pleading eyes that seemed to be begging for mercy, filled with agony and despair.

Harley would do anything to never have to see that look again.

“How’s he doing?” Helen asks, stepping into the room. She looks tired, undoubtedly exhausted from doing whatever she could to stabilize Tony just a few rooms down. Harley feels that exhaustion in his very bones.

“He’s gonna be fine,” Harley tells her. “Lost him a few times, though.”

Helen hums sympathetically. “But you got him back.”

Harley hesitates, then nods. “Yeah, we did.”

“Good,” Helen says, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder. “You did good.” She stays like that for a moment, doesn’t move, and Harley appreciates the gesture but kind of wants to be alone. Maybe she senses that, because a moment later, she’s pulling her hand back and asking, “Are you staying here?”

“‘Til he wakes up,” Harley tells her.

Helen smiles at him warmly. “Make sure you get some rest, too, okay?”

Harley doesn’t think he’ll be able to sleep until he sees Peter awake and talking again, but he still nods at her and says, “Yeah, alright.”

After Helen leaves the room, after it’s just Harley and Peter again, he finds himself reaching forward and taking Peter’s hand in his, and, other than the innocent brush of fingers when passing a coffee cup, this is the first time they’ve touched outside of Harley treating Peter’s wounds. It’s a bit of a startling realization, but Harley finds comfort in the contact, listens to the steady beeping of the heart monitor and starts to relax with the reassurance that he really did good, that Peter is going to be okay and Harley is the one that saved him.

He doesn’t mean to fall asleep, but with that relief flooding his veins and Peter’s hand in his, he finds himself dozing off and doesn’t bother forcing himself awake.

—

At first, he doesn’t realize he’s waking up, his senses still muddled with sleep. It feels almost as if he’s floating in unconsciousness, warm and comfortable and—

“Harley?”

And he wakes with a jolt, eyes snapping open and instantly searching, only coming to a stop when they land on wide brown eyes looking right back at him. “Oh,” he breathes, blinking once and sitting up straight despite the way it makes his back complain. “Oh, my god. You’re awake.”

Peter tilts his head, just a little bit, and looks down at their intertwined fingers.

“Right. That.” Harley clears his throat and scrubs his free hand over his features, trying to wake himself up with a sheepish little smile. “It’s, um—not important, actually. How do you feel? Any pain, discomfort, anything like that?”

For a moment, Peter doesn’t respond, just keeps looking at their hands before rasping out a hoarse little, “’m kinda—kinda thirsty. M’throat hurts.”

Instantly, Harley gets to his feet and pulls open the mini fridge in the room to grab a bottle of water. He takes it back to Peter, hands it over, and feels somewhere stuck between doctor mode and something else, the worry and the uncertainty and the fear from hearing the flat line all mixing together until he feels nauseous with it. Peter accepts the water bottle gratefully, takes tentative sips from it and only winces slightly when he swallows it. “Better?” Harley asks.

Peter smiles, a bit small and tired, but just as genuine as always. “Yeah.”

“Good,” Harley murmurs, hovering by the chair he had been sitting in before. “Is there anything else? Just, like—anything at all? How do you feel?”

“Tired,” Peter tells him. “Like, um... groggy, y’know? And... out of it.”

Harley nods, a bit relieved that the dose of pain killers he chose was the right amount. “That’s to be expected. You were really roughed up, Pete.”

Peter frowns down at his water, brows knitting together. “What happened?”

“There was an ambush,” Harley tells him. “I guess Doc Ock was out and about, so you went to confront him and he got enough hits in to alert Tony, so he went to help you out, but Ock apparently teamed up with Rhino and they were able to catch you guys off guard and get the upper hand. Rhodey and a few others went to help out, but they didn’t get there in time to stop you guys from nearly getting killed, so, when you came in, it was... not pretty. But, you’re both gonna be fine.”

He wants to say that it’s not a crush. It can’t be a crush, isn’t supposed to be one, even if seeing the way Peter lets out a puff of air and relaxes back into his pillows is kind of a... not so bad sight. He looks tired and a bit beat up and a little too pale, but he’s good. He’s alive. Being alive looks good on him.

Maybe, Harley admits. Maybe it is a crush.

“Thank you,” Peter murmurs, head lulling back into the pillows. He holds out a hand and Harley isn’t sure what the action is for, but he doesn’t think before reaching forward and tangling their fingers together.

Harley clears his throat. “What for?”

“Not letting me die,” Peter says.

The mere idea of letting Peter die makes Harley’s heart stutter in his chest. “Of course,” he mumbles, a bit stricken. “I’ll always save you. It’s my job.”

Peter squeezes Harley’s hand, falls asleep with a sigh and a smile on his face.

Harley still doesn’t leave.

(It’s definitely, one hundred percent, a huge, gigantic crush, and maybe... maybe he’s okay with that. Maybe liking Peter Parker isn’t all that bad.)

#parkner #my writing #mild descriptions of injuries #non graphic near death experience

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aimmyarrowshigh · 3 years

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um i want to know about All of those docs but i am most desperately intrigued by TOG POTC Crossover and STAR WARS For Survival 👀👀

Ooooh, so they’re actually both kind of crossovers? TOG/POTC is obviously The Old Guard and Pirates of the Caribbean, and it’s an AU where Elizabeth Swann and her pirate crew (since she’s the Pirate King and rightful captain of the Black Pearl) find Quynh. (And then Quynh/Elizabeth Swann, while they both wait for their undying lovers who they cannot reach.)

001. The water is dark and cold and crushing. The weight of it should kill her before she can drown, but Quynh is not that lucky.

Instead, her lungs scream when she can't get the breath to make a sound. The water is fire and betrayal and fear, and it fills her mouth and her nose and becomes her entire world.

And then there is nothing for a few blessed seconds.

Her heart starts beating again, the most treacherous of them all, and then the water is back, as dark and as cold and as punishing as the day she came to rest on the ocean floor.

Quynh's lungs scream.

Her heart stops beating.

The ocean goes on forever.

002. She barely has time to register the new terror before her iron prison flips, swept up in a tentacle as long and thick as a building. Westerners' maps mark the unknowns of the ocean with a warning that <i>here there be monsters</i>, but Quynh and—

Quynh used to laugh at the idea: neither of them had ever seen one in all of their thousands of years, thousands of lives. Animals, even the biggest and most bloodthirsty, were not monsters (humans were monsters, humans bolted Quynh in this torture chamber, humans burned and lashed and stabbed and suffocated and beat and bound and slit and hanged and disemboweled and warred).

This arm belongs to a monster the likes of which Quynh could not fathom. Its mouth seethes with endless rows of teeth and even after it swallows her, Quynh cannot die and she cannot escape the iron maiden and the days it takes to see the outside of the monster again…

Quynh has moments to note that she is relieved to be back in the blue crush of water, and that's something she never expected to be.

And Star Wars - For Survival is a SWST/Jurassic World crossover where Rey was raised by the T-Rex when Isla Nublar was left abandoned for the 25 years between Jurassic Park and Jurassic World, and now she’s the dinosaur queen and also the CEO of Jurassic World, and Poe is the sexy velociraptor trainer and BB-8 is Blue.

i. It starts with Commander Poe Dameron, pride of the SEALs, being requested to fly to some godforsaken island off the coast of Costa Rica (I hope they know that Guatemala and Costa Rica are different places, he’d muttered to Muran and Arana before he got on the chopper; he had things to do, y’know, he didn’t have time for bureaucratic bullshit).

The pilot has a face that Poe knows – older guy, much too old to be military, but flies like a pro. They don’t talk; Poe just watches the ocean spread out below them.

They land on a pad set onto the rooftop of an enormous, cavernous complex carved away from the pristine white beach and Poe thinks, shit. A secret Guantanamo. The fuck they want me for?

But he disembarks the chopper and the pilot jumps down, too, and leans over to yell in Poe’s ear because they’re still flight-deaf.

You ever heard of Jurassic Park?

ii. Maybe it really starts with this: Ben Kenobi had a vision, twenty-five years ago.

iii. “Jurassic Park?” Poe asks, and he looks up at the building. Yeah, it’s tall enough to house dinosaurs, probably. He’s never seen a dinosaur. That park – everyone, everyfuckingone, knows what happened to Jurassic Park.

Someone like Ben Kenobi doesn’t get knocked down that hard and not have the reverberations shake around the world. You can’t create a species of monsters and claim that they are loyal to you and not have the world remember when they eat you up.

“Well," says the pilot. "Not anymore." He grins, and he sweeps his arm across the scenery. “Commander Dameron… welcome to the future site of Jurassic World.”

iv. General Leia Organa is smaller than Poe pictured, when the pilot leads him agog through the front door of the complex. There’s construction banging all around them, but Organa’s office is completed, at least, a big corner room with windows on two sides that look out over the lush gorgeous green of the island.

“Commander Dameron,” she says. “I’m glad you came.”

“I’m flattered you requested me, General,” says Poe, standing at attention. He has to look down to meet her eye.

“At ease, Poe,” says General Organa, and she moves out from behind the massive desk and looks even smaller. She opens a little refrigerator and hands Poe a bottle of water with Jurassic World: Sink Your Teeth Into Adventure! printed on the label. “Take a seat.”

Poe does. Above the trees outside the window, a flock of birds take off in a great puff of wings like frenzy and sudden panic and –

What is beneath the canopy?

v. “We’ve heard great things about your abilities with the dolphins,” says General Organa. “I’m wondering whether you might be ready for a new challenge.”

#wip meme #asks

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keyofjetwolf · 4 years

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GIFTENING Bonus Rounds

For each category, I included a “bonus round” question. YOU GUYS KILLED IT. I loved all the answers, but listed below are some of my particular favourites.

Haruka Tenoh is trapped in the wrong anime! Which would you have her visit next?

I want her to earth shake Kyubey out of existence, please and thank you

My bride is a mermaid. She can relate. :P

i think she would THRIVE in bodacious space pirates. gay teenage space pirates whose job is to dress up, be Dramatic, and rob the wealthy??? that shit is RIGHT up her alley

Hamtaro

Princess Tutu - where the world is finally as dramatic as her

PGSM (and Michiru is trapped with her, for REASONS)

Pokemon because everyone deserves to be happy

Any moe-style series so hijinks can ensue at her being baffled by everyone's ages

1960's Speed Racer

is is this a captcha or something i missed oh god

Free! so she can be indifferent to all the hot men and slightly uncomfortable because she still can't swim.

Stick Haruka in a Gundam!

Dump her in Pretear or one of the Precures! It would be hilarious! She's never in the genre she wants to be!

Revolutionary Girl Utena, so she can be offended by misuse of roses.

Initial D, she will out-drive and out-drift all those guys and steal all their girls.

Evangelion. I would feel bad to watch her suffer, but it would be so, so funny for her to be the comparatively most normal person around.

Yakitake Japan! SO SHE CAN HAVE A SNACK OF DELICIOUS RIDICULOUS BREAD BEFORE THE NEXT INTERDIMENSIONAL ANIME STORM WHISKS HER AWAY.

The Holograms or the Misfits? DISCUSS

Holograms

both? both. BOTH IS GOOD

misfits bc Evil Ladies Hot

Steven and the stevens

Misfits. How dare you make us try to think about anything in our lives.

Both, you mad fool. Those combined songs were the best.

The Misfits, their songs are better

The Misgrams: A group of girls who form a singing telegram start up company, but constantly deliver the telegrams to the wrong people.

kimber & stormer

Neither. Limp Lizards all the way. BROKEN GLASS.

I do not know what these things are

Misfits because guitar motorcycle

The Isle of Misfit Holograms

Holograms is just arguably better

I mean, I’m told the Misfits’ songs are better, but my true answer is the band Kimber and Stormer made in that big gay episode you liveblogged (checks) almost four years ago.

I've no idea what these words mean and I hope this does not make me TOO uncool.

this is about jem, right? right?? im hip i swear

Misfits, because Jasper is a member apparently

I don't know from Jem, but I mean...I certainly prefer holographic material to Glenn Danzig? So I guess there's your answer ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The Stingers

LIMP LIZARDS FOREVER

Senshi Band

You can make me liveblog a full series of any show you want! You also hate me. What do you have me watch?

Pick a GoT rip-off, any GoT rip-off

The Bachelor?

The Bachelor :(

depends on how much i hate you, but....probably the bachelor. quantity AND lack of quality

Critical role, it would take forever

If I were a horrible person who sought only malice? Big Bang Theory. Entire series.

Toddlers and Tiaras

The Mandalorian - Disney would come after you and kill keyofjetwolf just as dead as keyofnik. We would all be very sad, you would have to go through a second round of restoring things to a new tumblr account, and your organizational heart would weep over adding yet another hosting site out of chronological order.

You are liveblogging Eva, and must discuss in full detail Shinji's emotional state at all times.

Hannity & Colmes

The Kardashians. And all of their spin offs. *kisses*

The price is right

the bachelor

Probably something with lots of romance and no friendships. Soap operas are like that, right? My college roommate used to watch General Young Light Restless Hospital of Our Lives (which one had Like and Laura?) And it was torture.

One Piece, because it's over 900 episodes so you could maybe do 10% before you die, also you will hate how the women are treated most of the time.

Fushigi Yuugi. Not only do you hate it but it also comes with you squirming when you admit to watching the whole thing. ;)

Plus belle la vie. It's an ongoing French soap opera that has been airing five days a week since 2004, they're nearing their 4000th episode and there's no end in sight. Imagine all those hours upon hours submerged in French drama, mwahahaha!!

The Bachelor. Or the Bachelorette, maybe - more straight dudes in that.

The Young and the Restless - IT IS THE LIVEBLOG THAT NEVER ENDS. IT WOULD OUTLAST THE INTERNET.

The entirety of the Bachelor franchise.

You can only play one game for the rest of your life. Which game would it be and why?

Kingdom Hearts Complete Collection. A) I love them. B) I beat the system and get like 10 games instead of one.

Gemcraft. This game actually takes a lifetime to finish.

Hatoful Boyfriend. It is the best game ever created. Feel it in your heart.

that's a mean question and you can't make me answer it

Pathfinder, which you could play for the rest of your life and still never finish.

Civ VI , so I can rule the world without leaving my house.

I am legitimately perturbed by this question and refuse to answer it.

Pokemon Go. I would have nothing else, but I would catch them all.

The Elder Scrolls Skyrim: I'll never run out of side-quests.

Mass Effect--it's the only way I'll get full completion.

The dinosaur game on Chrome when the internet doesn't connect because my life is monotonous and it's a welcome relief.

Stardew Valley. Peaceful farmer life and turning my children into doves when I'm bored with them.

Crabs Adjust Humidity

Oh my! A number of things come to mind, not one of them fit for print. Just, you know...*gestures vaguely* sex shit.

I can't even stick to the ones I play now.

This is the worst of all possible things and I refuse to answer.

Monopoly, I hate myself :(

Probably Minecraft! I haven't gotten into it because I know if I start I will NEVER STOP. Who would do things like build a hundred foot tall statue of Mako-chan? A-THAT'D BE ME.

the game. Of LIFE! *shrug emoji*

I don't believe I'll tell you, because I AM a salty little fish and it was HARD to cut that 11th choice off my vote.

Holligay and I are going to be the leads in a new buddy film. What's the premise? How does it end?

Be gay do crimes. Thelma and Louise. Duh. :P

I have no idea but only just surviving disaster is how it ends.

You break down in a small town during a roadtrip- your stay is full of hijinks and ends with you teaching the townsfolk the true meaning of friendship.

Doctor Holligay, Esquire, PhD, renowned Jewish femme of many talents, is assigned one Operative Jet Wolf as her bodyguard on a foreign diplomatic mission/vacation/culinary tour of the world ("same difference, shut up, narrator"). One problem: Operative Wolf needs a bodyguard herself, as the good doctor discovers when in one night her toilet is destroyed ("IT WAS A SECURITY THREAT") and Operative Wolf nearly breaks a leg falling down a small set of stairs ("THEY PUT A CLIFF OUTSIDE THE DOOR"). Worldwide shenanigans ensue as Holligay and Operative Wolf learn the true meaning of friendship, and also how to take care of themselves... by taking care of each other.

I’m not sure about the premise, but DEFINITELY it ends in murder.

Someone posted a major spoiler during one of your liveblogs. The two of you track them down seeking revenge. It turns out it was the original creator of the series trying to stop you. For some reason Holligay is a CGI badger.

It's clearly a buddy cop movie, and like all good buddy cop movies, it ends with Doc almost dying, and you saving her, and slapping her wound in the hospital as the credits roll.

It ends as it began: with Holligay roasting you.

A straight detective and her lesbian partner have to solve the case of the missing cinnamon buns. It ends with nobody getting the guy OR the girl and you drive off into the sunset together, perps behind bars sans cinnamon buns.

I don't know what it's about but I know it will be the only movie that ever existed.

Holligay is the lesbian chief of staff to you somehow being elected President and she's basically running the country while you're the charming face of the administration

Nerd and cowgirl meet at a bar, justifyingly murder some gross dude, go on the run from the law and have a life-changing road trip, on the way Nazis are punched

carrying a delicate object through a forest after your helicopter goes down

Thelma and Louise, but instead of dying, your deaths are clearly faked and you live on a ranch in Montana with your respective spouses and animals. One time a cop comes by the restaurant/bar you joint own with Doc and says, "You look familiar." Doc, in perfect lesbian, answers, "Jet's just got that criminal look, on account of how much she'd love to steal my cheesecake recipe. More pie?"

Queer Eye with a Straight Goy. The two of you do the show but in your own special ways.

Doc Holligay is the wild-west no-nonsense sheriff. Jet Wolf is the all-fun cyberpunk cop from the future. They punch nazis and argue about food. It ends as a tv series ala B99.

Your lives are already a buddy film, don’t get greedy.

Hands and socks. You know how it ends.

See Grumpy Old Men for details. How does it end? Badly.

I can't imagine the premise, but I'm pretty sure the planet explodes.

A Coen Bros film. It ends poorly.

Wait? You're not already living this now?

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If Hot Pocket were to plan One Last Heist, what do you think would be his objective? What would be Mina's role in his master plan?

Master Hot Pocket seeks BREAD. His friend and loyal companion, Mina-pup, acts as a distraction, as he has learned the humans are easily distracted by cute. While she does her sworn duty as Best Friend and Cutest Goodest Girl, probably with lolling tongue and glee at all the pets she receives, he picks the locks on the newly childproofed pantry, and Master Howard H. Pocket FEASTS AS NO CAT HAS BEFORE.

Every bag of flour in Montana; Mina runs distraction with her adorable puppy eyes

Open every container, leave none unmarked. Mina is the lookout who greets whoever comes and is completely ineffective at her job.

TAKE ALL THE FLOUR. Do it straight from the source: FlourCo Inc. What does a 10-pound cat do with eighty thousand tons of flour? If you can't figure that out, there's a reason he's the brains of this outfit. Mina would obviously be the bumbling lovable distraction to security or other people.

Bread. Mina is The Face who provides distraction to the Keepers of the Bread by walking up to them and being herself. Mina has absolutely no idea that Hot Pocket is using her in this manner because Hot Pocket is that Machiavellian, but Mina is a pocket full of sunshine in canine form and probably would just be happy to help out.

Hot Pocket knows that no mammal of the floor believes in flour anymore. It went away a long time ago. It doesn't exist. But what he also knows is that they're wrong. A lack of opposable thumbs won't hide the truth from him. He'll find the stash, and when he does, he'll stick his paw in it. Mina, with her limited climbing skills, will lick its remains from his claw and prove his discovery. As well as provide a warm place to curl up on for the aftermath of their adventure.

His goal is to sample every edible thing he can get his teeth on. Mina pulls triple duty as step stool, distraction, and scape goat

The Silver Crystal. Mina would play the role of Sailor V.

He is getting ALL THE FLOUR. Mina is a lovable distraction.

Looting all the carbs in the pantry. mina is distraction.

mina's role would be the "dopey" but talented best friend who it looks like HP is going to betray for the sake of the plan but then it all comes together when HP mounts a dramatic rescue. i dunno i'm still in film mode from that last one.

The Holy Bread Locked Within the Cupboard. Mina would be the distraction, but she'd forget what she was supposed to be distracting from and end up leading you to him.

I am the Void. I am the Night. I am the Darkness with no hope of dawn. The Flour trembles before me in it's bleached fluffiness. It shall not escape my chaos, which will descend upon it like the Terrors of the Deep, claws and teeth and gnashing. It will howl at my claws. It will scream for my teeth, sharp and white, stars in the night of my fur. I shall tend and tear and -- Dammit, Dog-thing! How am I supposed to be terrible and terrifying with you wagging your tail and panting at me!? Oh, you found a good warm sunbeam? I guess I can stalk stuff later. I am the Void. I shall absorb the Sun's light and warmth and bring it into my Darkness where it cannot escape...

I'm new here and don't know all the complex lore of Jetwolf(fairly sure Mina is dog), so I'm going to assume that Hot Pocket is an actual hot pocket and his heist is robbing Fort Knox using Mina as his loyal stead/get away car. Then he explodes a microwave or something.

i lik the bred

Mina as the distraction while he takes one last tastes of EVERYTHING

objective--stealing more chips; Mina--surprise betrayal

The scene: Mama Jet's pantry The Objective: the bag of cake flour Aunt Doc made Mama Jet buy but she's never used Mina: confused but excited escape vehicle and/or scapegoat

RAIDING THE KING ARTHUR FLOUR FACTORY. Mina is of course adorable and keeps everyone's attention while Hot Pocket swan dives into the flour like Uncle Scrooge

Hot Pocket would definitely try to steal a monument, Carmen SanDiego style. Mina, of course, is the multi-talented and super cute face of the operation.

I have no idea who Hot Pocket is

HP would try to scale the tallest building in the world. Not to steal anything, just to be up there. Mina would be the adorable diversion.

It would be to get whatever food you've left on the counter. Preferably bread. He would tell Mina that he'll give her some of she acts as a distraction. She's a good dog so she does. He's a cat so she gets no food.

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Mouse’s Reclist (#1/?)

Okay, it is time. Time to get working on the incredibly frustrating (but rewarding) task of putting together a fic reclist (the EDM one is next). No, none of my own are going to be on here, I literally know antis would accuse me of doing that for clout. If you want my own fics, DM me :). They probably suck, most of them are really self-indulgent, and I have an update schedule that embodies the slow feeling of trying to download free porn from a dial-up connection in 1997. And your mother is picking up the phone when you’re at the last megabyte and makes you start over. Or something.

I’m going to put a hotlink on the title and probably the author, if that’ll work super easy in a format transfer. Then I’ll post the fandom, pairing, and fic summary in italics, and uh, possibly a small review with some warnings. Keep in mind I can’t be as thorough as the authors themselves, if they’ve chosen to tag at all, because while I do reread these often, I can’t remember every exact trigger. Some of these are fluffy, and some of these are FUCKED UP. Capital F, capital U. Let’s get started. Not organised by fandom or by alphabetical order or by length because my ADHD just says “ONTO THE NEXT LINK GOGOGOGOGOGO” every five seconds. Google docs,,,, stop yelling at my grammar and let me do this thing. There should be about 30 or so under the cut. (Maybe I’ll do more?)

Obviously the first is Three Missing Girls in Madison, Wisconsin by lapsi. This is the Mindhunter Bill/Holden rec that I posted, like, four days ago, and what inspired me to post my own little oneshot drabble. You can check for that in my recs tag for a more detailed description. Let’s just say it’s fucking gorgeous. Everything by lapsi is gorgeous.

Revalations by Anonymous - MCU/Starker/WIP - “I still don’t get it,” Ned says. “How you just... keep being ordinary in spite of all the craziness you’ve lived through. You were in space. You helped Iron Man save the universe. And nobody knows it was you.” His tone softens, becomes almost sad. As though he realizes that what he’s saying is so completely alien to him that he will never be able to understand this part of Peter’s life. “Peter, don’t you want people to know you for who you are?”//An AU where they get the Gauntlet off of Thanos that first time, on Titan. - This is a sort of supremely fucked up but also absolutely beautiful Starker fic with aged up!Peter. By, like, three years, and he’s still essentially Tony’s sugar baby, but whatever. It’s literally an absolute amazing ride.

the spaces between the stars by indigostohelit - Generation Kill/Bradnate - Lieutenant Nathaniel Fick of the USS Devil Dog is returning to Earth with the weight of the world on his shoulders: his captain is incompetent, his crew is half in mutiny, and the mission to a distant star may have been more of a failure than anyone could have comprehended. But on the journey back, something in the ship goes terribly wrong—and Nate may have to bear far more than the weight of the world if he's going to keep his men safe. - Okay, what fandom ancients still remember Generation Kill? Warnings in and of itself for just the general nature of camaraderie on that show. I’m usually a Bradray sucker (remind me to get to those next time), but this was fucking fantastic. Sci-fi mystery AU is my absolute FAVOURITE genre, hands down, all time, ever. And indigo has written a veritable basketload of my fav fics besides, so I can always trust in them.

All of Astolat’s MegOp fic - Transformers/MegOp - ‘Nuff said. She’s the founder of the goddamn site. You’re damn straight I’m going to fawn over her fic. Also it’s fucking good, founding the site aside. I cried. I cried so fucking much. I dripped tears like a sponge.

The White Road by perverse_idyll - Harry Potter/Snarry - One day, comfortably set up in the afterlife, Lily Evans Potter switches on the telly and gets hooked on the Harry Potter show. - Okay, first, this is the only time I’ve literally ever seen one-sided Snily where Lily was the one pining. Anyway, the summary explains the premise, but doesn’t do it justice. Lily watches down on the many possible universes that contain her son’s future from a comfy spot in the afterlife. The relationship between literally everyone in the fic and Severus is… exquisitely-detailed and heart-wrenchingly painful. I’d die for this fic, so I could read a million versions of it in the afterlife.

Rapture by mia_ugly - Harry Potter/Snarry - Snape sees the man, for the first time, on his twenty-fifth birthday. - I fucking bawled my eyes out the first time I read this. And the second. And the third. Dumbledore gives Harry a time-travelling watch for his birthday. A watch that travels to a young Severus, who Harry gets to know. On a pretense, of course. And then he falls in love with him. They both do. It’s absolutely agonising angst, but it has a happy ending. It will fucking pack a punch though, so get the tissues ready. This one is perhaps my favourite Snarry fic of all time. Period. Please don’t pass it up. The writing is so fucking amazingly-crafted. I would sell my soul to write like this.

Shell Game by forthegreatergood - DCU/Superbat - Batman wants Superman. Superman wants Batman. Eventually they'll get it sorted out. - An absolutely spot-on identity porn fic. As cheesy as the summary sounds, this fic hits hard. And it has sex pollen. Who can resist sex pollen? Pun intended, maybe.

Every Superbat fic by Susiecarter. - DCU/Superbat - Susie is a friend of mine (fucking,,, don’t know how I managed that one, apparently I write good enough fic for them to read,,, astonishing), and one of Superbat fandom’s greatest contributors. One of DCEU fandom’s greatest contributors, in fact. Everything they’ve written is a masterpiece. But the ultimate fav? as to which may be the true. Hands down. IDENTITY PORN GALORE.

The Long Hangover by CoffioCake - DCU/Superbat - Clark knows he should take a break: His powers are on the fritz, he feels like shit, and Batman’s treating him like a liability. But Gotham's villains seem to have it in for Metropolis' Big Blue Boy Scout and Clark won't just wait around for answers. Batman might be the world’s greatest detective, but Clark Kent is one of the Daily Planet’s most tenacious reporters.//This is definitely a job for Superman. - Okay, I can’t promise another Superbat won’t show up on this list. I’m a sucker for it. I’m also a sucker for case fic. Which is this. It’s so good. So good.

No Glory (and everything else in the HP fandom) by ObsidianPen - Harry Potter/Tomarry/WIP - The Dark Lord divines what Harry Potter is in the Forbidden Forest, and revelations lead to incomprehensible consequences. Lord Voldemort has won... and the dystopia is damning.//A tale of a fallen hero, dark desires, and a Dark Lord's obsession with something he has lost and finds himself unwillingly lusting after: a soul. - This is a Voldemort wins!AU. A fucking delicious one. If only my own Tomarry could aspire, by god. The imagery in this is so vivid I could swear it was painted on my eyelids. The concept of soul magic and interpretations on Horcruxes is unique and perfectly-executed. Honestly, everything Obsidian has ever written for HP is perfectly-executed. I would probably consider this the definitive Tomarry/Harrymort fic. Seriously.

It Cages a Demon by TripleX_Tyrant - Rick & Morty/C137cest/WIP - When Rick captures a powerful being from a demonic dimension - a demon with the ability to devour thoughts - Morty's consciousness is pulled into the demon's cage. Rick must go in after him before Morty's consciousness is completely consumed. But this isn't what the inside of the cage should look like. And if Rick wants to save Morty, he'll have to survive in a place where paths are unclear and monsters manifest.//Rick knew his own mind was complex. But he wasn't ready for this. - A goddamn Silent Hill-style horror mystery AU??????? FOR RICKMORTY? Yep, you heard me. And every second of it is liquid gold. It’s also gory as all fuck and pants-shittingly terrifying at times, so read at your own risk. But if you can risk it, please do. It’s honestly the best execution of C137cest I’ve seen outside of Harmon’s own damn writing lmao.

The Book of Secrets by Are - Downton Abbey/Thommy - With a war of words and wills, Jimmy Kent and Thomas Barrow embark on a strange romance. Set Post Christmas Special. - Thommy is another rare-ish (now, post-2016) pairing that I would die for. And everything Are has ever written for the pairing could kill me and I would thank it. But TBS is the best. Jimmy finds Thomas’ diary (and poetry book), which was also the diary (and sketchbook) of Courtenay before his passing, and learns more about his past and his innermost thoughts. It’s the most haunting, heartbreaking, poignant fic in the pairing. It ends well, but the journey you’ll take from the first chapter is one I would pay money to experience for the first time again. I literally couldn’t even breathe for a while after this. Lapsi’s fic has the same effect, so if you’ve worked through that one by now, be prepared.

Mad Man by griseldajane - MCU/Thorki - In all the years they spent together, it never occurred to Loki that there might be a time when Thor would not be available to him. The god of mischief conceals himself, coming and going as he pleases, doing what he wants.//That Thor might one day do the same never crossed his mind. - All the mindfuckery a Convinced-You-Were-in-an-Insane-Asylum-the-Whole-Time!fic entails and more. If you have issues with dissociating from reality, this is probably a bit much, because it absolutely nails everything about derealisation, delusional thinking, and paranoia. GOD, if you’re willing to let your mind take that battering, though, it’s a damn work of art.

Switch by Ceres_Libera - Star Trek/McKirk - The life and times of Leonard H. McCoy MD/PhD … If Leonard McCoy's life could get any fucking weirder, it would be … Jesus, he didn't even want to think what that could possibly mean, because it's already been too fucking weird to make any kind of rational sense.//A Starfleet Academy story, set in the ST:XI universe. - The ultimate McKirk fic imho. We’ll get to my ultimate Spirk fic in a second. Please do read this. It’s everything you could want out of an Academy!fic. Especially a roommates/UST!fic.

Black Mirror by DarthNickels - Star Wars/Gen - The Ghost crew returns to the Lothal when they hear the Empire is investigating the Jedi Temple there. They learn Vader is alone and decide to take him out-- but what they find could change the course of Galactic history. - What, you think I don’t read Gen? I read Gen!!!! Look at all this Gen I read. Put simply, Dad!Vader redemption arc set in the Rebels era. FUCKING,,, what more could I ask for,,, literally. What more?????????? Sci-fi mystery??? ASKING FOR MORE WHOMMMMMST’VE????

The Lotus Eaters by aldora89 - Star Trek/Spirk - Stranded on the planet Sigma Nox while searching for a missing away team, Spock and Kirk find themselves pitted against a disturbing native life form. With the captain out of commission on a regular basis and Spock struggling to preserve his stoicism, staying alive is difficult enough – but when a slim chance for escape surfaces, their resolve is truly put to the test. Together they must fight for survival in the heart of an alien jungle, and in the process, uncover the mystery of the planet’s past. Slow build K/S. - Here’s that aforementioned ultimate Spirk fic. Okay, what, it’s sci-fi mystery again. Give me a break. You just heard how much I would absolutely die for it. Seriously, there is no Spirk fic I adore more than this. I mean, I adore an absolute shittonne of Spirk fics, but this one is my raison d’etre.

In Good Company by weialala - Naruto/Sasunaru - This will sound a little ridiculous, no matter how Sasuke phrases it. I see dead people is embarrassingly tacky, and I'm half-spirit seems like something Sakura might say when she's stoned sky high. So he settles for a shrug. - Sasuke sees dead people. Sasuke bonds with the goddamn fae. Kuchiyose no Jutsu taken to the fucking max. An epic that does what The Last pretty much couldn’t. Shippuden who???

The Boy Who Died A Lot by starcrossedgirl - Harry Potter/Snarry - Harry’s always been known as The Boy Who Lived. Only Severus knows that this is a lie. (Or: a portrait of Severus Snape, in seven acts.) - Oh, there’s Snarry again. Bite me. This is my second (third? Tied with the White Road?) favourite Snarry fic. Time travel, almost Groundhog Day style. Severus has to go back and fix every mistake Harry makes that leads to his untimely death throughout the seven books. I honestly could believe this is what really happened, and we just don’t know otherwise because Rowling hasn’t deigned to make this shit up and put a woke spin on it yet.

Kisses Cursed by The_Fictionist - Harry Potter/Tomarry - Fairytale AU. Loosely inspired by Beauty and the Beast.//Some said he was once a man, cursed, and some that he sold his soul to demons and became one in turn. Others said that such evil as he could never have been human. That he was instead a nightmare, left lingering upon the earth a very long time ago.//Harry just knew it wasn't safe to walk near the Riddle House after dark. - Not just a fairytale AU, but a MYSTERY(!!!!) fairytale!AU. Okay, who’s gotten that I love mystery by now? This one is amazing, no matter how many puzzle pieces have slotted into place. The ride is a wild one and a great one. My second favourite Tomarry fic. I’d rank more of The_Fictionist’s higher, but they’ve deleted a lot of their old stuff, despite me absolutely adoring it.

United States v. Barnes, 617 F. Supp. 2d 143 (D.D.C. 2015) by fallingvoices & radialarch - MCU/Stucky - The Associated Press @AP//Winter Soldier set to stand trial for Washington D.C. massacre and treason apne.ws/1og6SWE - Both an epistolary/media fic and a case fic? Sign me tf up. Came out mere seconds (I exaggerate a little) after TWS, which I instantly fell in love with in theatres (still my fav MCU movie, folks). Details what a trial would be like for James Buchanan Barnes, should the MCU function more like real life, all in newspaper/tweet/blog form. Best way I’ve seen epistolary!fic formatted, tbh. Only on the AO3, huh?

The Mirror by cloudyjenn - Supernatural/Destiel - When Dean touches a strange mirror, he's whisked away to one alternate reality after another and it doesn't take him long to realize the universe is trying to tell him something. - I love dimension hopping. And it’s for my first ever hardcore fandom (besides Pokemon), too! I usually see dimension hopping more in sci-fi and superhero fandoms, so it was nice to see it in fantasy, too. A million alternate dimensions where Dean and Cas are in love. It’s definitely a message. :eyes emoji:

Stay With Me (home is where your mind is.) by sara_holmes - Marvel/Stony - Where Steve doesn’t quite die, ends up stranded in the multiverse and would quite like to know how the hell so many versions of himself ended up sleeping with Tony Stark. Well, that’s going to make things a tad awkward when he gets home. - Speaking of dimension hopping in superhero fandoms. This is honestly the most interesting way I’ve seen dimension hopping played out. Or rather, dimension consolidating. Steve ends up in a purgatory-style void populated only by other versions of himself from throughout the Multiverse. Like the Mirror, there’s definitely a message being sent here about how many versions of him are doing the do with a certain genius playboy billionaire philanthropist.

Thicker than Water by StarkatHeart - Marvel/Stony/Superfamily - Neither of them would admit it, but blood does count for something.//When Peter Parker discovers his biological father is actually none other than Tony Stark, it's not exactly news that's well received. By either party. But they're Avengers. They're teammates. They'll just have to work through it. ...Or maybe just ignore it. - On a completely different note from Starker, or not-so-different, depending on how depraved you like your fic to be flavoured, Peter as Tony’s biological son. This is pure Superfamily, not a hint of fucked up incest to be found. Though if anyone has any fucked up incest recs, I’m down to get my dirty paws on them.

the undiscovered country by indigostohelit - Shakespeare/Hamratio - It's 1959, and the mayor of Chicago is dead. - Remember how I said indigo had written some of my fav fics before? Yeah, 1950’s Americana!AU Hamlet, with added Hamratio. It is as good as it sounds.

All of astolat’s GoT and Thor works TBH. But please don’t pass up her Thorki, especially not Chaos War and Revelations.

Reaching as I Fall by apokteino - Supernatural/Destiel - “Service to God was the meaning of existence; service to Michael is nothing but slavery.” Castiel is part of an underground network helping angels fall, in resistance to heaven. At the same time that a fallen angel by the name of Dean Winchester turns up, some of those in the network are murdered by Michael’s forces – there’s a spy. What does Dean have to do with it? Who is Dean? And why are they hunting him so fiercely?//A story about love, family, and choice. - Let me introduce you to my favourite AU concept from all of SPN fandom. No, I won’t spoil it. Needless to say, I’ve tried to write it myself a thousand times, and only succeeded in a thousand false starts. Maybe one day I’ll get around to it. Plus, I always disagree with these authors, anyway. Dean is totally a bottom. ;P

I Got a Soul but I’m Not a Soldier by starandrea - Supernatural/Destiel - AU: Castiel is on the road (saving people, helping things) when he meets Dean and realizes that his soul is different - and not just because he's the pastor's son. - Here it is again, my favourite trope (well, I’d call it a trope, if there were more than a dozen or so fics for it). If you haven’t read RAIF, I’m wondering if you’ve caught on yet. ;P.

Chosen Man by Sineala - The Eagle/Marcus x Esca - The son of the man who lost the Eagle of the Ninth would never be allowed a first command of his very own fort, would he?//Marcus is posted not to Isca Dumnoniorum, but to a wretched and run-down garrison north of the Wall. There he finds that he is the new centurion of a group of scouts and spies, all of them British. He has few supplies and no experience. His men distrust him. His superiors despise him. His second-in-command is an incompetent drunkard. And the local tribes are determined to kill all of them.//But the worst thing of all is one of Marcus' soldiers. He is an enigmatic, dangerous, and insubordinate man by the name of Esca, who makes Marcus yearn for terrifying things he has never before wanted and can never, ever let himself have… - Sine pretty much engineered the Eagle fandom.

I followed them from the Eagle and into all their other ventures, too, and when they started writing for Stony I practically screamed in excitement. PLEASE read their Stony, if it’s the only Stony you ever read.

The Leonardo Effect by Phoenike - Assassin’s Creed/EzioLeo - To Ezio’s best knowledge, Leonardo's idea of debauchery was staying up until morning with a bottle of wine and too many sketching supplies. But why would the gondolier have lied? It was a heavy accusation. In both Firenze and Venezia, mere allegations of unnatural conduct had condemned men to be pilloried or hanged. - My favourite EzioLeo fic of all time. Everything Phoe has ever written is a gem, but this one takes the cake. Have I said that already? A lot of cake is being taken. Please read. It’s the epitome of what makes EzioLeo good.

Naked to Mine Enemies by mundungus42 - Pirates of the Caribbean/Sparrington - The Pirate Code doesn't expressly command its adherents to repay debts that bridge life and death, but the Code is more of a set of guidelines, anyway. Sparrow/Norrington, set after At World's End, ignores all films released thereafter. - A classic fic for a classic ship. My ship pun both is and isn’t intended. I’d read this one over and over. Okay, I already do. Whenever I go back to Sparrington, I go back to this.

The Persistence of Iron by Sylvia - Marvel/X-Men Cinematic Universe/Cherik - Waking up in a lab with no memories and a blue-eyed stranger calling him by someone else's name is only the beginning of Erik's problems.- Sci-fi mystery. You don’t need to ask me to clarify at this point, do you? Cloning tech? CLONING TECH? DE-AGING CLONING TECH? So many favourite tropes.

Take the Heat Out of Me by quipquipquip - DCU/Jaydick - Lost Days!Jason trolls Officer Grayson!Dick in Blüdhaven. Dick counter-trolls with the power of love. (It's super effective.) - A classic Jaydick fic. I think it was quip’s last foray into fic. Under that name, at least. What a bang to go out with.

Don’t Quote Me by TKodami - DCU/Superbat/WIP - Bruce Wayne has weathered scandal before, and Wayne Enterprises can handle another publicity crisis. What Bruce can’t handle is one crashing up against his plans to infiltrate Lex’s estate. Set during Batman v. Superman. - There’s that more Superbat. I’m sure… one day… the author will finish it. It’s a goddamn sex tape scandal!fic. Glorious.

Speaking of, every Superbat fic by Liodain.

In This White Wave I Am Sinking by queeniegalore - Generation Kill/Bradray - He felt like he wasn’t really living, like he was in an in-between state, something that came between war and real life, something like purgatory. - The atmosphere for this is consistently beautiful and bittersweet.

Okay, that’s about it for now. Save for an honourable mention to one of the fics that I started off with in the SPN fandom. I’d honour some more, but most everything’s been purged at this point. Come on, 2012!fandom, stop hiding behind how “cringe” you think shit was. I want my fic back.

Pull Me Under by AwesomeDistractions -- a Destiel handprint!kink WIP.

And finally, the most honourable mention, the first slash fic I ever read, from the Pokemon fandom, of all places. Originalshipping horror/mystery!AU. Wow, my tastes have always been, well, my tastes. Believe it or not, best place I can find it is a Waybackmachine archive of a creepypasta uploading site that went defunct a while back. I never found out the original author. But here it is, Missing, the first ever slash fic I stumbled across.

If you guys want more, I can definitely provide more. I have thousands of bookmarks. These are just my very, very favourites. What ones are still remaining on AO3, anyway. This is why I save most in PDFs. Though there are a few completely lost to time, and I’m pretty sure the OTW says fuck you to Waybackmachine, which. Uhghgh. Please. I want my nostalgia rush back.

#long post #pro shipping #pro ship #anti anti #anti anti shipping #fic recs #fic rec #reclist #recs #enjoy!!!!!#this took me all night sjkfsokldjlk

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azurexalacrity · 5 years

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( I dunno how I even thought of this in a slew of nearly two hours, but this just randomly popped into my head and I felt the uncontrollable urge to jot this all down before I forget about it the next day, so here it goes:

-GASP-

Team Sonic Role Swap AU

As in: Their roles are swapped between the three of them. A part of me thought about having a Heroic Knuckles, Guardian Tails, and Mechanic Sonic, but I dunno how to work that out. So, I went with this route instead: Heroic Tails, Guardian Sonic, and Mechanic Knuckles. While their roles are swapped, their ages remain the same. The same goes for all the other characters.

Now, not exactly everything will be swapped, as there will be loads of things in the lore to twist and turn around. Maybe it could be in due time if I figure it out or something, but for the time being; this is just a major AU brainstorm/Work-In-Progress/Random Plot Bunny, as I only thought of from Sonic 1-3 as of now.

So... without further ado, -cracks my knuckles- Let’s do this!

> Tails The Fox is a young lad with an abnormal quality. Having a second tail is one thing, and it’s one thing that labeled him as one of these “defects” of his family. Because of that, he is sent to a local orphanage in Emerald Hill, where he is sadly ridiculed for the same thing.

He tried his best to make the other kids like him, as helping them with their homework and whatnot because of his high level of intelligence. Unfortunately, it didn’t make as much as of an impact as he hoped. And, in turn, he becomes frustrated. Frustrated enough that he stormed out of the orphanage, tears spilling out of his eyes and all.

And ever since he’s met Robotnik, he hasn’t returned since.

> Once he saw the first little army of Badniks that roamed across the land, it agitated him. He wanted to know what was going on, and it made him even more anxious to find out. Soon, he found this man creating these horrid robots, and he didn’t hesitate to do what he can in order to save the little critters. Thus, he started his journey to grab the seven chaos emeralds and show this man who’s boss (and even shove it in his bullies’ faces that he’s done something spectacular).

> After the first adventure, he becomes exhausted, and comes across this hut in the middle of a massive forest. Curious, he stumbled into it and found too many inventions for him to count. There was even a plane in the far back, which piqued the fox’s interest. However, such a discovery didn’t last long as an angry echidna caught him red-handed.

> Here comes Knuckles, who still has those spiked fists to put a dent in Badniks (and people’s faces). He wasn’t fond of strangers or trespassers intruding his home. And, just before he attempted to kick Tails out, he’s seen how scrawny and roughed up the kid is. That convinced him enough to nurse the kid the best he can and fill him up with all the fruits he’s gathered.

> They have a talk for a while, discussing what they’ve been doing and all. Knuckles told Tails of where he’s got his gift of building mechanics from. Which is: His kind are aviators, building the greatest flying machines known to Mobian kind. However, Knuckles wanted to branch out of it with his own special talents. It made him more of an outsider to his said kind so he decided to do his own thing and live on his own merits.

> Eventually, Robotnik comes to the scene and with a new acqauntice/his first friend, Tails tagged Knuckles along for them to thwart the doc’s plans by any means necessary. During their adventure, the two have bonded and have become good friends (even though Knuckles has his moments of messing with Tails, but it’s all in good spirit).

> Now, for the third game (AKA Sonic’s appearance), this is a major game changer. The lore surrounding him and the emeralds are completely different. Sure, there are some qualities of canon still present to it, such as how the emeralds function and all. Now, here we go with what is figured out for our blue boy here:

> Millions of tourists have talked about a crashed site, spreading information here and there and alerting both Tails and Knuckles. There have been reports of a mysterious floating island that has the broken remnants of an alien spaceship littered all over it. People have gone paranoid, believing extraterrestrial beings have threatened to take over the planet, and that spurred enough courage for the two heroes to investigate.

> So, thanks to Knuckles’ plane, they landed on the island and explored around the crash site. A crash site that has the remnants of a massive UFO wrapped up in nothing but foliage and fauna. Curious yet cautious, they looked around the ship, seeing if there are any living beings that are lurking. Funnily enough, they’re right.

> Unfortunately, this being is anything but friendly. With bristled quills and gritted teeth, the hedgehog ran into them with the speed of a bullet train, spitting them out of his ship. This hedgehog, isolated without any contact to civilization, has become hostile and is protective of his territory. So, thanks to his speed, he attacked the heroes with all of his might...

And, miraculously, stole the emeralds that the said heroes just previously collected. Which, to no surprise, aggravated Knuckles.

> Shaken to the bone, the hedgehog escaped, frightened that he’ll be captured by them. He didn’t want to be captured. He needed to be free. Freedom is what he needs. He desires. He doesn’t care if it’s selfish or foolish. It’s all he wanted ever since he came to this planet.

And, just like he wished upon a shooting star, this man came to him and spoke of ways that made his eyes sparkle. That promised him that he’ll return home to be free and happy. Although, there is one condition: He must take down that darn fox and echidna.

He had no idea that this man would take the precious thing he’s guarding: The Master Emerald.

> So, throughout Tails and Knuckles having their own mission of stopping Robotnik, Sonic had his mission of stopping them. He encountered them the second they come across Robotnik and sent them to their doom. Evidentially, he’s fought them too but has been beaten.

> Yet, it didn’t end well for him and the others. The Master Emerald has been stolen, much to Sonic’s demise. He tried to stop Robotnik but ended up critically wounded. Thus, realizing his mistake, he helped Tails and Knuckles reach Robotnik in time and get up to the Death Egg to stop him once and for all.

> After defeating Robotnik, Sonic told them the truth of why he’s been guarding the Master Emerald for so long and to an extension; the Chaos Emeralds. He’s been planning to gather them together so he can attempt to use their energy in some shape or form to get back home... even though his home isn’t technically there anymore.

> See, Sonic’s hedgehog kind are space voyagers. They roamed throughout the deepest, darkest areas of space in order to see it all. Sadly, they approached an asteroid belt, tearing their ship apart and causing them to all be separated. Sonic was one of them that escaped, and he’s landed upon the planet Earth (or Mobius for those who prefer it).

> In the ruins of his spaceship and exploring the island, he’s found the Master Emerald. He has no idea where it came from and who it belonged to. All he knew was that it appeared to be powerful and thus he decided to guard it so that it doesn’t get into the wrong hands. Granted, he had his own selfish reasons for it, but it was because he wanted to head home.

> In the past few years, the isolation has made him paranoid and made him the not sociable person. Yet, after meeting Tails and Knuckles, befriending them, and being able to get off the island for the very first time, his personality has shaped to be more similar to Canon Sonic in that regard.

Sooo yeah, here’s my whole long post about this plot bunny that’s been stuck in my head for a while. Wishlist plot? Most likely. New AU added? Most likely as well if there’s enough interest. I thank y’all for reading this and if you want to chuck in some ideas, feel free to do so! )

#🌀| ᴵᶰ ʰᶤᶳ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ: Headcanons #🌟| ᵂᶤᶳʰᵉᶳ ᵃʳᵉ ᵉᵗᵉʳᶰᵃˡ: Wishlist #( What have I done asdf )#( This is so long so I had to put it under the cut )#( Also as you can tell I tried my best at keeping the bois in-character )#( That and made their backstories interesting )#( Sorry that this is not all accurate to the canon material btw hnnngh )#( I wanted to do my own thing with it tbh )

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Six Questions With FilmStruck: Josh Boone

Writer-Director Josh Boone’s filmography includes indie romance STUCK IN LOVE (’12), blockbuster adaptation THE FAULT IN OUR STARS (’14), and coming soon comic book adaptation THE NEW MUTANTS (’18). A cinephile to the core, Boone spoke to FilmStruck’s Marya E. Gates about his early love of film, how he discovered the Criterion Collection, and what films he thinks everyone should stream immediately.

FS: What was the movie that made you fall in love with movies?

Josh Boone: There’s so many. Could you name just one?

FS: No.

JB: Right? You’d have to name a couple I think.

FS: You can name a couple.

JB: My dad had a very large collection of movies on Beta that he taped off HBO when I was a kid in the 80s and he had a lot of those movies from the 70s, those Jack Nicholson movies like ONE FLEW OVER THE CUCKOO’S NEST and FIVE EASY PIECES and CARNAL KNOWLEDGE. He had all these old Jack Nicholson movies, so I watched those a lot. Jack Nicholson was always my favorite actor. Those 70s Jack Nicholson movies got me into Bogdanovich and THE LAST PICTURE SHOW and all the BBS stuff. When you learn about movies it’s like one thing leads to another. Back then I had to buy Video Watchdog books every year, or an Ebert guide to try to find stuff that I hadn’t seen. I remember seeing E.T. vividly as a kid. It was the 80s, so all those Spielberg movies and THE GOONIES. THE NEVERENDING STORY was one of my favorite movies of all time. That was a big deal when I was a kid. I saw that in theaters a couple of times. I watched movie after movie after movie and then I amassed over the years laserdiscs and DVDs. I didn’t go to film school, I really learned everything from DVD commentaries, behind the scenes documentaries, reading books about movies, and just watching movies. So I watched thousands and thousands of movies when I was a kid. I’d say I watch much less now because it takes so much time to make movies you have much less time to study them. You use them for reference and things like that and you watch them, but not with the same passion that you watched them with when you were young because you have to let that go a little bit to go do the job you have to do, and put the time in to do it. You build it all up and then you hold it inside you and then you go and make movies.

FS: That’s a great segue to the next question. What was the movie that made you want to make movies?

JB: I was obsessed with directors when I was young and I would keep file folders with every magazine clipping about David Lynch or Oliver Stone or Steven Spielberg or Quentin Tarantino. I had all these files on them. It’s hard for me to think back to before I even wanted to make movies because my best friend (Knate Lee) and I who I wrote THE NEW MUTANTS with, we’ve known each other since we were little kids. Since we were little Muppet Babies or whatever. Our moms were best friends. We made movies on home video growing up all the time. Really as early as like 7 or 8 because my dad had one of those over the shoulder Beta cams and his parents had a Hi8 or something and we would shoot movies and edit in camera. We started making BATMAN rip-offs where my dad would play the Joker or a BACK TO THE FUTURE rip-off and that gradually led to us writing our own scripts and things like that. It was sort of an organic, long-term process so it’s hard to say the specific movie. But I can say the movie-going experience of my life when I was 12 years old my dad took me to see J.F.K. and that was maybe one of the great movie events I had at the theater when I was young. I remember gripping the armrests of my seat so tightly that there are probably still impressions of them there today. I think Oliver Stone’s run From SALVADOR to NIXON is one of the greatest runs a director has ever had. Those ten movies he made with Bob Richardson, all those movies were really big in our lives when we were young. We’d spend our lives reading comic books and watching movies and listening to music, and Oliver Stone movies were some of the first movies that made us want to go and read history books. Movies opened us up to the entire world because we were raised by very religious parents, like evangelical Christians, so like Paul Schrader – who I think wasn’t allowed to watch movies until he left for college – it was a bit of a forbidden fruit. We watched them all the time and they were an escape and a good way to see what the world was actually like beyond the crazy religious stuff.

FS: What was your first introduction to the Criterion Collection?

JB: I used to have a friend named Bill Kelley who worked at newspaper called the Virginian Pilot, which was the main newspaper in Virginia Beach. He was a big movie buff and he had a laserdisc player and we would all go over to his house on Sunday nights and he always had this massive collection of laserdiscs that we would pour over - religious, and old Hollywood classics, and even Spielberg movies. He had a couple of Criterions and he had a big glossy, like a brochure almost, like a 50-page Criterion catalogue that they would send out back in the day, before you could go online and just scroll through everything. It was full color and it was as big as a vinyl record. It had pictures from all the movies and all the extras. You just started to want to check all those boxes off and watch them all. So I got a laserdisc player for Christmas one year and I think the very first one I had was SE7EN, which was one like 8 discs or something. It was ridiculous. It weighed a ton. So I started collecting laserdisc and Criterion editions and listened to commentaries and all that. Oliver Stone did big pioneering laserdisc editions. I have one of PLATOON and THE DOORS. They cost like $150 dollars and they were so heavy. I loved all of that stuff.

FS: What was the first film you streamed on FilmStruck?

JB: I think I streamed some extras before I actually watched a movie. Then I watched some Kurosawa and Bergman that weren’t released on disc yet. I like that Criterion has all these titles in their catalogue and they can’t get them all out immediately so they’ll have them on the site so you can stream them even though it might be a couple of years before they come out on disc. There were so many things on their that haven’t been released. Kieślowski is one of my favorite directors and I love Annette Insdorf’s books about him, so she wrote this book called Double Lives, Second Chances, which I have read a couple of times. She just released a book about movie opening scenes (Cinematic Overtures: How to Read Opening Scenes), like what great movies do them well and what a great opening scene is. I love that video series [on the Cinematic Overtures: How to Read Opening Scenes theme] where she goes over the opening of BADLANDS and a bunch of other movies. She’s so eloquent and a great historian. She’s a hero a little bit.

Those Kieślowski movies certainly meant an awful lot to me. I always loved those because I am a big fan of Philip K. Dick and when I say Philip K. Dick, I do love BLADE RUNNER and MINORITY REPORT and TOTAL RECALL, but those really are no way representative of what reading one of his books is like. The only movie that really feels like Philip K. Dick is A SCANNER DARKLY, which is really like a word for word adaptation of the book. Some of those metaphysical ideas that were in Philip K. Dick I found in Kieślowski as well and I thought all of that stuff was really interesting. I love Tarkovsky movies, as long and boring as some of my friends might think they are, they blow your mind and make you think of things you hadn’t thought about before. I love things that are imaginative. Like LA JETÉE, I love watching that and it’s inspiration on 12 MONKEYS.

FS: If the world were about to end what movies on FilmStruck would you recommend everyone stream before we all died?

JB: I’d put a Kieślowski on there. Certainly THREE COLORS: BLUE. I fucking love Kurosawa’s THRONE OF BLOOD with the arrows and all that. That one is amazing. A Cronenberg.

FS: We have THE BROOD.

JB: That is one of the scariest movies ever. Those little kids beating that lady to death. It’s pretty awful. I’d put that up if you really want to barf one night. This will do it for you. I love all those music docs like DONT LOOK BACK. I love Robert Altman. The fucking THE CONFORMIST for sure. I love love love [Jean-Luc] Godard’s stuff with Anna Karina. I love MASCULIN FÉMININ, even though she’s not in that, I love PIERROT LE FOU. I love all the Kurosawa stuff. THRONE OF BLOOD especially I love. The movie I would recommend the most right now because it’s not on Blu-ray is Kiyoshi Kurosawa’s 1997 CURE. It’s one of the scariest, best horror movies ever made. I’m so glad it’s on here because I can’t watch it anywhere else. I’m a huge Terry Gilliam fan. TIME BANDITS is one of my favorite movies from back when I was a kid. I love IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE, THE FRIENDS OF EDDIE COYLE, THE GRADUATE. All this stuff. It’s all just such great stuff.

FS: Have you found anything while you’re browsing FilmStruck that you’d never heard of but just had to watch it?

JB: I go into the directors and I look through different filmmakers and I look through all of the ones that have introductions. Like, I will go through all of the ones that Guillermo Del Toro did an introduction for. I like when people come and talk about their favorite movies. I go through all the extras, all the additional things that you guys do that are exclusive and add context. When you guys had all those [Mario] Bava movies up, we just let those play. It’s good in the background. You don’t have to pay super close attention, but it’s like those movies look so amazing.

Shot by cinematographer Peter Deming (long-time David Lynch collaborator), and co-written by Knate Lee, director Josh Boone’s latest film THE NEW MUTANTS hits theaters on April 13.

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solarbird · 6 years

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The Armourer and the Living Weapon, Chapter 10: she even got me, once

This chapter is worksafe.

[AO3 link]

"Are you ready?" asked Oilliphéist, over audio-only comms.

"I am," replied Widowmaker.

"Château," said Emily.

"Châteauneuf-du-Pape," responded the sniper.

"Vaucluse."

"Signal de Saint-Pierre."

"Lavande."

"What're they doing?" asked Winston, quietly, leaning to Lena, as the two assassins continued to exchange words.

"They did this before, Widow explained it to me," the teleporter replied, leaning to Winston, equally quiet. "It's a kind of integrity check? It's a series of trigger words that key other words. It changes on its own, over time, so if one or two words change, it's no big deal, right? But if it changes a lot, quickly - somebody's mucked with her."

The scientist nodded. "Handy, given where they came from. Emily's English, though - why's it all in French?"

Lena just shrugged, focusing on the word series. The sequence sounded the same as before, to her, but she wasn't entirely sure - she'd tried to remember the list, but there were so many words. She heard Emily say, "Livraison," and immediately thought, Metro.

"Metro," said Widowmaker, and Lena smiled.

"Centre météorologique canadien," replied Oilliphéist.

"Armoiries."

"Exactly the same as last time."

"Your side, as well," said the spider, "to my distinct relief."

"So," said Lena, "you both basically... check out?"

Widowmaker nodded. "Yes. I wish you had this facility, as well. It is... reassuring."

"Talon didn't build that into you, did they." It wasn't a question. "I wouldn't think they'd want you t'know."

"Spot on," said Emily, over comms. "I think it's a side-effect. We found it ourselves, in her, first - and now I have it, too!"

"Nothin' personal, but if the ability to checksum my brain comes only as part of gettin' my brain rebuilt, I'll opt out."

Widowmaker allowed her lover a small smile. "Understandable."

"Em, you still hiding out at the safehouse?"

"Yes, and it's incredibly dull. Have you talked to Overwatch's council yet?"

"About to - we wanted to check in with you, first. Let you know we were alive."

"I do appreciate that - but Aunt Moira's getting pretty impatient."

"Yeah, well, she can wait - this is our first day out of quarantine. We'll be meeting up after lunch."

"I'll tell her you're out of Overwatch jail, at least... oh! How is, um, the cowboy?"

"Embarrassed," said the defector. "Deservedly."

"Don't be mad at him," Emily replied over comms, "Auntie's good with those darts. They're self-guided. She even got me, once!"

"Before, or after?" asked Widowmaker.

A laugh, over comms. "Before, obviously. But still."

"She wouldn't get me now," said Tracer, as Widowmaker nodded in agreement. "Nor me, I think," her lover added.

A giggle. "I'm pretty sure she'd love another chance to practice those upgrades, if he wanted to come by..."

"No," interrupted Tracer, firmly. "Now that we've checked in - we've got some prep work to do on this end, and I need to get some workout time with those pistols you made."

Widowmaker agreed, humming quietly. "Cherie, do you mind? We will contact you again after the meeting."

"I'll be waiting. And tell me how it goes, on the range! I'm so glad to hear your voices again - both of you."

"I know," replied the sniper, eyes half-closed, "it is the same, for me."

"Oilliphéist out."

"Widowmaker out."

"I don't remember giving you clearance for your pistols," Dr. Ziegler said, sternly, as the comms went quiet.

Tracer shook her hands. "C'mon, doc, we've both been locked up for days. I know I need a workout."

"As do I," noted the spider.

"You must have something we can use..."

"This is a research facility, not an Overwatch station. We have a weights room, which you are both welcome to use, but we have nothing like you're requesting." The doctor considered. "Fareeha uses a Helix Security facility when here, perhaps," she thumbed her comm. "Perhaps we can work something out. I'll be right back." She walked to her private office, and the two women talked, quietly, over comms, for a few minutes, before returning.

"Good news; we have a site. She'll meet us there," said the scientist. "No sniper rounds, I'm sorry. But we do have clearance for pistols, supervised, as long as they're kept unloaded outside the range."

The assassin shrugged. "I could, I suppose, limber up with my chain, and re-establish targeting. It is better than nothing."

"Yeah, love," smiled her partner. "Maybe you can even keep up with me now!"

A derisive snort. "I always could."

An hour later, Tracer jinked from target to target, faster than ever, four to five teleports at a time. This is... this is wizard, she thought, as she unloaded entire clips into targets in patterns - smiley faces, outlines of airplanes, her initials, whatever came to mind.

Widowmaker watched from a level above, tracking her lover with her empty Kiss, and finding it difficult at first - until her own quickness started to settle in, overriding old habits, old limits, and as it did, she purred. Ooh la la, she thought. This is better. This is... this is wonderful.

Pharah, in turn, watched from above, astonished at their raw speed, occasionally exchanging words with Winston over comms, Winston, who worried - deeply - for them both.

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"So that's basically the situation," Lena explained. "We can intervene on one side of this civil war Talon's got going. If we pull it off, we tip the balance back to where it was before Akande got sprung. Moira continues to be terrifying and awful, Talon continues to be a pack of wankers - no offence, love..."

"None taken," replied Widowmaker. "I defected for reasons, after all."

"...but we stop Talon's attempt to start a Second Omnic Crisis. Millions of people - both omnic and human - don't die in the next couple of years just 'cause Doomfist and Reaper have some kind of fascist hard-on for 'struggle.' Both sides of Talon lose a lot, and come out weaker."

"And all Overwatch does is... stay out of the way?" Winston asked.

"Pretty much. I'd be the intermediary, and ... I'd be involved, up close, and unexpected. Mostly to protect Em and Wids - but not just."

"There are reasons I kept you out of Blackwatch, Lena," Morrison said.

"Think I'm not suited for it, then?" she glared just a little, copper eyes glinting.

"Too well suited for it. It's corrosive. You saw what it did to Rayes."

"Someone from Overwatch has to see what happens, dad. Unless you just wanna take their word on it."

"Preventing another war has to come first," said Mei-Ling. "The data I have is all very bad. I do not think the ecosystem could handle another conflict like the last one! There is already so much damage, and everything is so unstable now... another war like the last one would push us over several different edges, the results would be catastrophic. Millions dead is far too low an estimate."

Angela nodded. "I have served as a wartime medic and surgeon in enough wars. If we could preempt one - particularly one so large as that..." She shook her head.

"Not to mention, with Talon busy, we could really go to work on Vishkar," added Lúcio, no longer in Brazil, but at the table, stopping by while on tour. "With an Architech on our side, pointing out where we should investigate - we could do a lot of real good while Talon's busy having their little showdown."

"It's almost too good." Hana frowned, skepticism in her voice. "If I saw this in a game, I'd be all 'ha ha no not fallin' for that, n00b.'"

Lena nodded. "Too right. We'd have to be on the lookout for some kinda betrayal at every point."

"Sure," the Korean replied. "But - we're missing something. And here you are, talking about working with" - she gestured at the smirking French Talon agent, who had the sense not to talk about her finest kills - "Mondatta's assassin..."

"I'm already sleeping with her, luv, this isn't a big step," Lena snipped, shifting the rifle on her back, just a little. She missed her new pistols already - but the Kiss being there helped.

"...and maybe she got better, okay, but you're siding up with the mad scientist who made her, and her crazy niece, all to pick a side in their civil war? I'm not the only one seeing bait here, am I?"

"No," said Morrison. "You're not."

"Not trying isn't an option, though," said Mei-Ling.

Oxton nodded, and sighed. "I'm not sayin' I don't see the possible traps. I do. At best, it's messy and it's awful, but I ... I know that Mondatta would want this war stopped. He'd care about how, it would matter, but most of all, he wouldn't want this war to happen."

"And we're not just going after both sides, because...?"

"Because that is probably the one thing that would force them to mend their fences," interjected the blue assassin. "They would go back to working together, rather than fighting each other."

"Nothin' creates alliances like a common enemy," added Lena.

"I still don't like it," said the Meka pilot. She turned to Dr. Ziegler. "I don't care what you think about her personally, doc, but as far as I can tell, Moira's a psychopath." She heard Lena snicker, to her right.

"I never said she wasn't," replied the Swiss woman. "Many psychopaths are personable, when they want to be."

"If she decides she wins by turning on us, she will," Song insisted.

"Absolutely," Lena agreed. "That'll have to be in every decision we make."

"It will be," insisted the soldier. "Assuming we're foolish enough to try this."

"We have to," insisted Dr. Zhou, again, before being interrupted by Lúcio, objecting, "I don't see how you can even think about working with her, after the way she grabbed you like that. No way I would."

"T'be honest, I'm scared of her. But... not even for a prize this big?"

Lúcio had to think about it, and didn't immediately answer.

"What if it would take down Vishkar?"

The DJ took a long, deep breath, and nodded, slowly once. "...yeah. Maybe."

"There y'go. That's why."

"We have to try," interjected Mei-Ling, again, with surprising vehemence. "Are none of you listening? If they are trying to start this war, if that is Doomfist and Reaper's plan, we have to try. We also have to tell every agency who will listen to us, so they can work against it as well."

Winston nodded, but Morrison and Song started to protest, but Dr. Zhou raised her voice over them, "Did you not hear me? The biosphere cannot take another Omnic war! Look, I have made projections." She threw a set of charts and graphs up over the centre of the conference table. "Carbon stability is only the start of it. Do you think the megastorms of 30 years ago were bad? I have been preparing a paper with the data collected while I was in cryogenic suspension. Imagine one covering half a hemisphere!"

She flipped another set of graphics up. "Now imagine 62-plus degree weather across North Africa, and 65-plus degrees in South Asia."

Another set. "Now imagine the oceans - barely recovering now - essentially devoid of life. There would be no recovery path."

Another set. "Here are agricultural projections. Ignoring war dead, we can project global crop collapses and multiple pandemics resulting from malnutrition and other knock-on effects. This projection - I would expect two to three billion dead. With extremely aggressive use of genetic modifications on a yearly basis, in a best-case scenario, we might cut it to one billion. The first year."

The room had grown silent as the reams of data had shuffled past. "The paper on which these projections are based is going to Nature next month for peer review, but I am confident of my numbers. Do you understand, now? Another Omnic war kills civilisation. Maybe the entire planet. For anyone biological, this war would be a death sentence."

She turned back to the copper-eyed Overwatch agent. "I'm sorry, Lena - if this is what he is trying to do, then Akande must be stopped. If there is any chance, any chance at all, you must take it."

"I... had no idea it was so bad," Oxton managed, after a few seconds.

"It isn't, now, but... it would be."

Morrison flipped through smaller versions of the images on his padd. Hana Song did the same. "Wow," she said, after a few minutes. "Okay, I guess... we have to."

"I think we do," Winston agreed. "The rest of us can dedicate ourselves to analysis - and to other actions against the more militant anti-Omnic groups. This is too important for a single approach. Governmental intervention is critical, but it will take them weeks or months to respond."

Lena frowned. She'd won, but it didn't feel like winning, not at all, as the weight of the situation fell on to her shoulders. "Then, I guess... we're in. We're doin' this."

"I'm sorry," said her best friend, as Morrison and Song both nodded their reluctant but clear assent. "I'm very much afraid we are."

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#MAMBAFOREVER: Heartbreaking Last Messages, Emotional Players & Coaches At Today's Games – Everyone Pours Out Their Hearts

It's been hours since news of legend Kobe Bryant & his daughter Gianna Bryant's deaths rocked the entire world. And it's still impossible to comprehend. From his heartbreaking last message to his "nephew" Shareef O'Neal just hours before his death to how players are remembering him in today's games, everybody's pouring out their hearts.

Kobe's former teammates, friends, and professional sports stars are all pouring out their hearts about one of the greatest Lakers of all time. After his last tweet was one for the player that idolized him - LeBron James - after he surpassed his all time record, Bron and the Laker team was spotted arriving back into L.A. this afternoon, understandably distraught.

LeBron is met with emotional hugs after landing in Los Angeles following the death of Kobe Bryant.

(via NBC4 Los Angeles) pic.twitter.com/Fx9jt2qZVi

— ESPN (@espn) January 26, 2020

The Lakers' team plane arrived back in LA hours after the death of franchise legend Kobe Bryant. Players could be seen embracing as they gathered and shared a tearful moment on the tarmac at LAX. https://t.co/Pe99QrkbmX pic.twitter.com/xP7zHN9ctW

— NBC Los Angeles (@NBCLA) January 26, 2020

Heartbreaking.

Shareef O'Neal, Shaquille O'Neal's son who has an uncle-bephew relationship with the late legend - posted that he missed his message this morning due to sleeping in, and shared their last exchange. Kobe's helicopter crashed just before 10am PST.

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This first picture were messages from THIS MORNING!!! .. I wish I didn’t sleep in so I could’ve talked to you .. I can’t even think straight right now.. I’m glad we got to bond over the years .. not only were you a great uncle you were a coach and a mentor to me too .. I love you man..thank you for everything you’ve done .. for this city , for the basketball world , and for me ... I won’t let you down .. you always counted on me and lifted me up. Love you unc

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I’m crying while reading these messages over ... even when I was at my worst you checked in on me so often .. I really appreciate you for that because I needed that so much.... i was so defeated sittin in that hospital everyday and I thought my basketball life was over .. you brought a smile to my face .. thank you . Love you

A post shared by Shareef O'Neal (@shareefoneal) on Jan 26, 2020 at 1:52pm PST

While the games at Kobe's Mamba Sports Acadmey were stopped today as soon as the news was delivered of his tragic death, the NBA games went on. And players and coaches on the court and off struggled to keep it together. Most fans demanded the NBA call all the games today to allow the players to recover, but that didn't happen.

Coach Doc Rivers completely broke down while speaking to the media, and Coach Pop and players tributedKobe in their own way - from holding the ball for 24 second violations to honor Kobe's Lakers number to wearing sneakers in his and Gianna's honor to moments of silence before the games began:

“He had that DNA that very few athletes can ever have.”

Doc Rivers on Kobe Bryant. pic.twitter.com/kSS7sjKaI1

— NBA TV (@NBATV) January 26, 2020

There was a 24 second moment of silence in honor of Kobe Bryant before the Celtics-Pelicans game tonight #RIPKobe (via ig:Chaser_Atkinson) pic.twitter.com/juJwk6JyOd

— Barstool Sports (@barstoolsports) January 27, 2020

Trae Young started the game wearing a No. 8 jersey to honor Kobe Bryant pic.twitter.com/VUoMswAQVi

— Bleacher Report (@BleacherReport) January 26, 2020

"I just don't feel like broadcasting. I know a lot of the players don't feel like playing. It's just a sad, sad day."

—Mike Breen speaking emotionally about the death of Kobe Bryant at the Nets-Knicks game pic.twitter.com/TsNMebIU3O

— SportsCenter (@SportsCenter) January 27, 2020

Purple and Gold at MSG.

The Knicks have a moment of silence in remembrance of Kobe Bryant before their game against the Nets. pic.twitter.com/BiFKI0oUHE

— ESPN (@espn) January 27, 2020

Coach Pop on Kobe Bryant's legacy.

(via @NBATV)pic.twitter.com/oKGOIQatST

— Bleacher Report NBA (@BR_NBA) January 27, 2020

Tyson Chandler clearly heartbroken. Not sure how these players are able to focus on the game. #Rockets pic.twitter.com/QlO0ByjsEI

— Alykhan Bijani (@Rockets_Insider) January 26, 2020

P.J. Tucker wearing Kobe’s today with a written message pic.twitter.com/TkXJE2rDUG

— Alykhan Bijani (@Rockets_Insider) January 26, 2020

Outside Staples Center (and at the crash site), as celebs arrived for the Grammys, basketball fans flooded the area to pay tribute to their fallen ido:

Thousands of fans have made their way to LA Live outside the Staples Center to show their respects to #KobeBryant. https://t.co/777X3f2E3y pic.twitter.com/DgSavA4Ai7

— NBC Los Angeles (@NBCLA) January 26, 2020

Phyllis Kelly is a fan of #KobeBryant. She is here gathered with fellow fans. She is reading from her bible and trying to spread hope and peace to those who are hurting @nbcla #nbcla pic.twitter.com/EDXONJgJ1M

— Kim Tobin (@KimTobinNBCLA) January 26, 2020

Touching moment outside Staples tonight. A fan releases a No. 8 balloon in remembrance of Kobe Bryant. You can hear the “MVP” chants in the background. https://t.co/zBEDxvKm4v #KobeBryant pic.twitter.com/qAiGwN0rTC

— Whitney Ashton (@whit_ashton) January 27, 2020

Damn this is so surreal. pic.twitter.com/NP9Z9ZayMG

— JRock (@ThisisJRock) January 26, 2020

This was perfectly, authentically stated #KobeBryant pic.twitter.com/na3RlDqAM0

— Jeff Pearlman (@jeffpearlman) January 26, 2020

Tonight, LAX’s pylons will be lit in purple and gold in memory of Kobe Bryant, his daughter and all those who were with them in today’s unthinkable accident. Kobe was in many ways a symbol of Los Angeles and we join his family, fans and city in mourning all who were lost today. pic.twitter.com/HGX5AaSDBG

— LAX Airport (@flyLAXairport) January 27, 2020

A crowd of #Lakers fans has gathered outside Staples Center, some chanting, "Kobe! Kobe!" https://t.co/6fCRCQDiDI pic.twitter.com/APiowHby1k

— NBC Los Angeles (@NBCLA) January 27, 2020

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Merry Christmas

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Celebs everywhere - most of whom are personal friends or former teammates of Kobe - everywhere poured out their hearts, especially his "big brother" Shaq:

Kobe was so much more than an athlete, he was a family man. That was what we had most in common. I would hug his children like they were my own and he would embrace my kids like they were his. His baby girl Gigi was born on the same day as my youngest daughter Me’Arah. pic.twitter.com/BHBPN5Wq8V

— SHAQ (@SHAQ) January 26, 2020

There’s no words to express the pain Im going through with this tragedy of loosing my neice Gigi & my brother @kobebryant I love u and u will be missed. My condolences goes out to the Bryant family and the families of the other passengers on board. IM SICK RIGHT NOW pic.twitter.com/pigHywq3c1

— SHAQ (@SHAQ) January 26, 2020

Most people will remember Kobe as the magnificent athlete who inspired a whole generation of basketball players. But I will always remember him as a man who was much more than an athlete. pic.twitter.com/9EZuwk8wrV

— Kareem Abdul-Jabbar (@kaj33) January 26, 2020

Official Statement from Michael Jordan on the passing of Kobe Bryant. pic.twitter.com/EEVmGLRHyj

— Hoop Central (@TheHoopCentral) January 26, 2020

Love is forever. pic.twitter.com/AtPuLwqtKf

— Dwayne Johnson (@TheRock) January 26, 2020

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This first photo is especially eery in light of how @kobebryant passed, but let me give you the back story: In 2014, Kobe made some comments about Trayvon Martin’s case that I considered to be tone deaf. I criticized him on air, back when I was doing His & Hers on ESPN2, and before that show even ended, Kobe sent me a DM on Twitter and told me to call him right away. I did and we talked for an hour. Great conversation. That led to this first photo. I asked Kobe if he would sit down with me for #BETGeniusTalks. He happily agreed. His only condition was that BET pay for his helicopter. We kept in touch here and there and when I moved on to SportsCenter, @themichaelsmith and I were told that the only two shows he wanted to do were NBA countdown and #TheSix. Kobe and I started from a place of disagreement and wound up fostering a cool relationship. I literally feel like we grew up together, even though I’m older than him. The last time I sat down with him I realized he had really grown into his voice. His words about @kaepernick7 were heartfelt and meaningful. I live in Los Angeles now and I can’t begin to describe how people here feel. This city is heartbroken. People did not always like Kobe, but he was universally respected. As a journalist, you’re supposed to remain objective but I just can’t about this. I will miss his genius, his authenticity and I am saddened because for as much as he accomplished, he was just barely scratching the surface. The loss of him and his daughter... this is truly a tragedy I can’t even put into perspective.

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These picture are just the tip of the iceberg of our relationship. He taught me so many things in life that were necessary on and off the court. On the court he taught me how to carve out defenses and how to take my time. How to make winning my ultimate goal. Off the court he taught me to sign my own checks lol. Of course anyone who knows my story knows I’ve suffered a lot of loss but the only loss I can compare this to is when I lost my son. Even though our relationship wasn’t father/son, it was more like him being a teacher and me being his brother. I’m glad I got to be the ying to your yang as far as the locker room was concerned. It was my pleasure. I couldn’t even catch my breath today when I heard this news. I just knew if he was in a helicopter crash he would have been the one to survive. Somehow he would have jumped out and landed on his feet. I’m sitting here thinking about when we would be in practice scrimmaging and you would start the jump ball off with elbowing Sasha in the chest. Like dude it’s 10:30 in the morning lol. You think watching him play was crazy, you gotta think in practice if you scored like 8-9 buckets throughout the practice you had a great practice. I’ve seen him knock off 13-14 in a row in practice!!!! I’m still waiting for the media to come out and say wrong report. No way God took my brother this early. I know I been through my own stuff in life with using drugs and not being good to myself. When I went through that Coma situation if God would have came to me and said we would take me and spare Kobe I would have rather that happened. In honor of my brother I’m up at 4am tomorrow to get to the gym! Gigi gone give you buckets!!!! I love you brother @kobebryant

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Kobe was a legend on the court and just getting started in what would have been just as meaningful a second act. To lose Gianna is even more heartbreaking to us as parents. Michelle and I send love and prayers to Vanessa and the entire Bryant family on an unthinkable day.

— Barack Obama (@BarackObama) January 26, 2020

Wow! No words to really describe the news of hearing Kobe Bryant Thee Goat had passed away! One of my idols, role models, gave me hope that my life had light at the end of the tunnel and was far from over. A champion for life, he was most def one of a kind! May God have mercy

— Reggie Bush (@ReggieBush) January 27, 2020

Miami HEAT President Pat Riley Statement

“Kobe Bryant was a Godsend to this world; not just to the NBA, but to all those who hold dear and cherish family, friends and faith. Today I mourn the tremendous loss of Kobe, his daughter, Gianna, and the other passengers."

— Miami HEAT (@MiamiHEAT) January 27, 2020

Mamba Forever. pic.twitter.com/wIchSUwFM2

— Nike (@Nike) January 26, 2020

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Kobe " Bean " Bryant # MVP ! Last Game at Boston Garden 2015 ! Rare footage shot by @teashabivins ! @vanessabryant the #bivfam sends our Condolences to you and the Family for Strength and Understanding #gigibryant ! Bro I'll never forget you saying Yo Biv you and Tea come in and kept the hallway of Press outside! Purple & Gold... We Gon miss you Bro ! God Bless #MLB51

A post shared by Mike Bivins aka Sporty (@617mikebiv) on Jan 26, 2020 at 2:55pm PST

Kobe and I shared so many special conversations about life and basketball. We had so much in common off the court. I used to love talking to him about Lakers basketball, being fathers and husbands and how much we loved Italy. I will miss those conversations and him so much. pic.twitter.com/PIv7obzr2x

— Earvin Magic Johnson (@MagicJohnson) January 26, 2020

NBA Commissioner Adam Silver on the passing of Kobe Bryant. pic.twitter.com/fkbkYYIFHp

— NBA TV (@NBATV) January 26, 2020

Kobe looked at his daughters, especially Gianna, as the humans who would carry out his legacy:

Kobe Bryant did not need a son to carry on his legacy. What he said on 'Jimmy Kimmel' about his daughter Gianna's WNBA aspirations. pic.twitter.com/hQpQOWCAeO

— Entertainment Tonight (@etnow) January 26, 2020

And we remember him mostly as the ultimate father, coach and leader:

Kobe. Nipsey. Trayvon’s mom + dad. pic.twitter.com/FkiPqyW3rC

— Michael Skolnik (@MichaelSkolnik) January 26, 2020

Less than two weeks before his death in a helicopter crash, NBA legend Kobe Bryant spoke with CNN about the MLS, Leo Messi and how there are women who could play in the NBA "right now" https://t.co/kmv7KpbZtV pic.twitter.com/421aFaY3hU

— CNN (@CNN) January 27, 2020

One of our final images of Kobe Bryant wasn’t him slashing, scoring, or winning. It was teaching, coaching, and parenting. pic.twitter.com/V3VfChPLAJ

— Mitch Fick (@MCFick) January 26, 2020

We close out this post with a prayer from Devon Franklin:

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Who Will Fix Me Now?

After their break up, Phil does everything he can to get Dan’s attention.

(Or five times Dan doesn’t save Phil, and the one time that he does)

Word Count: 9.1k

Warnings: Angst (check tags for ending), swearing, self destructive behaviour

Who Will Fix Me Now?

i. 15 tweets, 52 texts and 28 missed calls. Apparently, that’s what it takes for Dan to even speak to Phil anymore.

Phil shakes as he watches his phone screen light up with Dan’s name, feeling his chest tighten at the idea of actually being noticed by him again. For a moment he can’t answer the phone, doesn’t dare to, just in case things get even worse for him. He shrugs off the thought quickly.

He’s already lost Dan, what more does he really have to lose?

With an unsteady hand he picks up the phone and curls into a ball on the floor before he can stand to answer it. He swipes and quickly presses the phone to his ear.

“Hello?” He whispers.

“Phil, what the fuck.” Dan sighs from the other end. Phil can hear the frustration, annoyance, and disappointment seeping through the phone and he pulls into himself tighter, using his free hand to grip his knees. He can’t say anything else, just waits for Dan to carry on. The silence falls over him, it’s heavy and thick and it seems to last forever before Dan finally speaks again.

“Why do you keep calling me?” He says, clearly exasperated. “And texting me, and tweeting about god knows what?”

Phil swallows uneasily and takes a few shallow breaths in an attempt to calm himself slightly.

“Well?” Dan pushes.

“I’m sorry.” Phil exhales. He feels his chest shake with every breath he tries to take and his eyes begin to itch, though he’s already been crying too much for anything to actually come out.

“Right, but that doesn’t answer my question.” Dan says.

Phil had expected Dan to be irritated with him, and had expected the conversation to be short and unfulfilling, what he hadn’t expected was quite how cold it would be. He’d thought that maybe after the years they were together he deserved at least the slightest bit of compassion.

He manages to push out one tear as he realises that he doesn’t deserve anything from Dan.

“I needed to talk to you.” He mumbles, trying to curl up even tighter but noticing that he’s run out of room.

Dan lets out a long sigh. “I’m not the person for that anymore, Phil.”

Phil whimpers quietly, hoping that Dan can’t hear him and nearly dropping his phone from the way his fingertips turn cold at Dan’s words. He hears Dan breathing evenly on the other end. No sign of pain or upset.

“I don’t have anyone else.” Phil chokes as his throat constricts. His body convulses as he lets out a dry sob.

And fuck, he aches. He aches with hurt, and sadness, and want because he’d thought hearing Dan’s voice might make him feel better for a moment but it hasn’t, and now he wants Dan more than ever.

Dan coughs awkwardly on the other end. “About what you tweeted.” He says cooly, ignoring Phil’s last comment.

“Yeah?”

“You wouldn’t really delete your YouTube channel,” Dan pauses. “Would you?”

Phil thinks it over for a minute. He’s been saying that he’s going to close the channel for weeks now, been telling people that he’s leaving for good because he can barely even open the site anymore for thoughts of Dan, let alone make a video. And it’s all too much, and maybe he’d be happier if he could start again.

“I might.” He says eventually.

“You shouldn’t,” Dan replies quickly. “Delete it at least. You shouldn’t delete it. If you want to stop making videos then fine but you should leave the channel up.”

“Why?” For a moment Phil thinks that Dan’s going to talk him out of it and tell him why he should carry on, or maybe even just admit that he doesn’t want to lose all the videos of them together on Phil’s channel either. Just for a moment he thinks that Dan might actually try to help him.

“Ad revenue.” Dan says.

Phil’s breath hitches and he feels his heart sink at Dan’s words. “Oh.” He whispers quietly.

Silence falls again and Phil prepares himself to hang up the phone and give up on the idea of getting any kind of help from Dan. Ultimately, he’s right. He can’t be that person for Phil anymore.

“Personally, I don’t think a rough patch is a good enough reason to give up a career.”

“A rough patch?”

“For us both.” Dan mumbles. Just for a second Phil could swear he hears Dan’s voice quiver on the last word, a tiny hint of sadness etching through. He shakes the idea off once Dan speaks again.

“But even so, you do what you want. I can’t help you through it either way, you need to find someone else.” Dan says. “And I need to go. Bye Phil.”

Phil barely process what Dan says before the line goes dead and he drops his phone, bringing his newly free arm to hug around his knees and lock his fingers together. Unmoving other than that.

"For us both.” He whispers to himself. He knows that he heard Dan’s voice shake, does he care? He’s hiding it well.

He reasons that it doesn’t matter anyway, whether Dan cares or not, he’s got no intention of being part of Phil’s life anymore. And Phil has no intention to continue making YouTube videos if he always has to make them alone. He picks his phone back up and unlocks it to send a quick tweet.

‘It’s official, no more new AmazingPhil videos! Thanks for everything guys, I’ll leave the channel open for you ❤️’

Although he takes half of Dan’s advice and leaves all of his old videos up, he feels like he owes the fans more than a tweet for everything over the past years, but he can’t sum up the effort to do anything else for now. He turns his phone off so he doesn’t have to see the mentions and curls up again.

Logically he knows it was the right thing to do, but he can’t help but be consumed with the disappointment that Dan didn’t even try to help him, just left him to deal with this alone.

As if he hasn’t saved Dan before from making the worst decisions of his life.

He sighs and closes his eyes, trying to ignore the empty feeling in his stomach at the knowledge that the phone call may be the last time he ever even speaks to Dan, let alone the fact that he’ll probably never see him again. Ignoring it doesn’t work though, and he feels a tug in his chest every time he even thinks of him.

Slowly, his eyes grow heavy and he has to fight to keep them open. Something in him registers that he shouldn’t sleep on the floor but most of him doesn’t care when he hasn’t slept properly in weeks anyway. He lets his eyelids drop and eventually falls into a restless sleep.

ii.

Dan hasn’t left Phil’s mind once since they last spoke and he knows that he shouldn’t be wasting his time thinking of a way to get Dan’s attention.

God, he shouldn’t even want Dan’s attention.

Despite himself, he can’t help but want Dan to talk to him just one more time, even if it’s to yell. He thinks he can handle Dan getting over him but he really doesn’t want to be forgotten altogether. The idea that Dan could just erase him is too much for now. Everything seems to be too much recently.

Phil looks around at his new dingy flat, feeling a pang of nostalgia for the old one. He looks at the piles of ‘last notice’ letters near the letter box and the mess that covers the floor, wishing he had the energy or even the desire to sort any of it out.

Whilst his old videos still bring in money, it isn’t nearly enough to support living in London and his savings are running out, not helped by the fact that he’s sending something to Dan every day.

He’d had a justification for all of it. A new camera because he took the good one and he’d accidentally broken it when he moved so he couldn’t send it back. Some new lights to go with the new camera because it’s more sensitive to lighting than the old one. A few thick jumpers because it’s getting cold and he doesn’t know if Dan can afford the heating. A new pair of Doc Martens because Dan always used to slip outside their flat in his old shoes and he doesn’t want him to get hurt.

He’s not sure why he keeps sending things to Dan when Dan can’t even be bothered to text him in response, but somehow he can’t shake the feeling that he should be making sure that Dan’s okay. That he has everything he needs. That’s how it always was and breaking out of an eight year habit isn’t as easy as it is to stop talking to someone.

Phil pulls out his phone and opens the banking app, squinting in anticipation of what it might say.

Shit.

As expected, he’s running out of money fast and now he definitely doesn’t actually have enough to pay his rent for more than a month, let alone his outstanding bills. What he doesn’t expect is how little it seems to mean to him.

Money’s supposed to be important, so why does it feel so insignificant now?

Phil shrugs off the thought and opens Amazon to take his mind off of it. He scrolls though mindlessly, wondering if maybe Dan needs a tripod to go with his new camera when he’s suddenly broken out of his trance by a knock at the door. He stands slowly and stumbles over, kicking various items of clothing and old takeaway boxes out of his way.

He feels his knees weaken slightly the moment he opens the door to find Dan on the other side.

“Really, Phil?” He asks. “Sending your parcels to my flat?”

Phil doesn’t speak for a moment, trying to regain the breath that was knocked out of him from hearing Dan call their old flat just his. Dan just continues to stare at him.

“Well?” He pushes.

“They’re not mine.” Phil mumbles, unable to tear his eyes from Dan’s face. Has he always looked like that? Surely he hasn’t always looked that good.

“Well they’re not mine, and no one else would be delivering their Amazon parcels to me.” Dan says accusatively. Phil just continues to stare at him, trying to remember every detail of him as precisely as he can when his eyes trail down to notice the bag on the floor full of opened packages.

“They are yours.” Phil defends, noting the way that Dan pulls his eyebrows together. “I bought them for you.”

“Oh.” An uncomfortable silence follows as Dan flicks his eyes between Phil and the bag of apparent presents. He scans the small flat behind Phil and shakes his head gently, picking up his bag and trying to hand it to Phil. “I don’t need any of this.”

Phil sighs sadly, he wants Dan to miss him, or care about him, but not pity him.

“Please keep them.” He says weakly, not quite managing to meet Dan’s eyes as he speaks.

Dan just tries to hand Phil the bag again but Phil crosses his arms in refusal. With a heavy sigh Dan just pushes the bag past Phil and into his flat, right on top of his unopened letters.

“I can’t.” He mutters. Another beat of silence falls before he speaks again. “How many last notices have you had?”

Phil shrugs. He doesn’t keep track and he stopped opening them a while ago so it’s anyone’s guess, he’s not interested in finding out just how fucked he really is.

“You should do something about it.”

“I can’t deal with it on my own.” Phil whispers. He feels ashamed of himself and weak in front of Dan, and though he doesn’t want to come across like that he can’t pretend that he isn’t struggling when it’s already so obvious that he is. “Can’t you help me?”

Pressing his lips together tightly, Dan shakes his head and drops his gaze to the floor sadly.

“You know I can’t help you anymore.” He says exasperatedly.

“I know you won’t.” Phil snaps. He knows they broke up but it doesn’t feel fair that Dan refuses to help him at all, more than anything else they were supposed to be friends and it stings that Dan seems to have forgotten that.

Dan sighs again, though this time it sounds more sad than irritated.

“I can’t dig you out of this, Phil.”

Phil squeezes his eyes shut as Dan speaks, feeling the sadness from the past week turn into anger for the fact that Dan refuses to give him any kind of help at all, no matter how little.

“Yes you can!” He hisses. “You can easily help me, you just won’t.”

“I’m not going to pay your bills.” Dan retorts.

“I’m not asking you to! Fucking hell Dan, right now I’d just go for a hug or a cup of tea.”

“I told you that I can’t be that person anymore.”

They stare at one another, silent save for the sound of heavy breathing through gritted teeth.

“I can’t believe you.” Dan mutters. “I come all the way down here just to try to- ugh.” He runs a hand through his hair, tugging at it before daring to look Phil in the eyes again. “If you want to ruin your own life then I can’t stop you but don’t drag me into it too.”

Phil jumps as Dan suddenly slams the door and he hears his footsteps thud down the corridor and away from his flat.

“You can stop me, you just won’t.” Phil whispers to himself, turning around to rest his back against the door and slide down it. He realises that Dan had left everything that Phil had sent him in his doorway and feels his eyes begin to well up. He rubs them roughly.

No more crying.

Although he hadn’t been expecting Dan to come and see him, let alone to try and dig him out of his problems, he can’t help but feel shocked at how Dan could just walk away from him when he knew how serious things were becoming. He doesn’t even think he could walk away from Dan if he had a paper cut, let alone this.

He hadn’t realised they were so cut off from each other that serious problems wouldn’t matter anymore. Pulling his knees up to his chest, he digs out his phone and opens Amazon again.

He’s already in trouble, how much harm can one more parcel do?

iii.

“I’m about to announce last call, mate.”

Phil sighs at the bartender and looks down to his near empty glass, running a finger around the rim slowly.

“Guess I’ll have one last double then”

He could never have guessed that his evenings would be reduced to drinking alone in the same bar every night, yet here he is being pushed another whiskey and wondering what he’s going to do once he’s finished. He sips his drink, taking in his surroundings. This really is rock bottom.

Drunk university students and desperate guys mostly. What great company.

Deciding he should probably just call it a night, Phil downs his drink and tries to stand up, stumbling as he does. He takes a step and loses his balance, feeling himself begin to fall before he’s stopped by a strong pair of arms, crashing against someone’s chest.

“Woah, steady.” The guy chuckles as he stands Phil up again.

“Sorry.” Phil mumbles as he pushes himself up and trips again. Whoever it is that caught him grips his arms tightly to stop him falling over again and smiles at him.

“Do you need a chaperone?” He laughs.

“No.” Phil says sharply, he doesn’t want to be flirted with in case Dan finds out. It takes him a moment to remember that Dan wouldn’t care anymore.

“Then how about another pick me up?”

Phil looks at the stranger confusedly before smiling as he pulls a hip flask out from his coat.

“Go on then.” Phil mumbles, beginning to walk towards the door before turning back briefly. “What’s your name?”

“Does it matter?”

“I guess not.”

Phil pushes out of the door, sighing happily when the cool night air rushes over him and clears his head slightly, or so he thinks before he falls quickly to the floor. He just laughs to himself as he pushes his back against the wall and slumps against it.

“I suppose this’ll do.” The guy smirks as he falls to the floor next to Phil, pulling out his hip flask and opening it quickly. He tries to pass it to Phil but Phil just raises an eyebrow suspiciously.

“Do you think I was born yesterday?” He scoffs. “You first.”

After taking a quick swig and wincing as he swallows, the stranger is giving Phil the flask again and this time Phil takes it.

“I’m Phil, by the way.” He says as he takes one quick sip. Neat vodka, great.

“Like I said before, it doesn’t matter.”

Phil feels offended for a brief moment before he overlooks it in favour of the free vodka he’s being given. He tilts his head back and swallows a few mouthfuls in succession, not wincing like most but relishing the way that it burns as it hits the back of his throat.

He looks over the guy sat next to him, thinking for a moment that he almost looks like Dan, messy brown hair and skinny jeans, deep brown eyes but just a little bit more muscular. He stops for a moment before taking another big gulp.

“This is so not me.” He mutters, staring at the floor as he tries to stop his head spinning. There’s no reply from next to him but he carries on speaking anyway. “Or at least it wasn’t.” Still no answer. “Not when I had Dan.”

“And what kind of person is this ‘Dan’ to let you be out here alone?”

Phil scoffs. “He doesn’t care.” He says sadly as he presses the flask to his lips again to take another swig.

“You might want to slow down.”

“I don’t care.”

Phil leans his head back against the wall and closes his eyes, crossing his legs. His head is a mess and his thoughts are swirling so that he’s almost forgotten what he’s even upset about anymore. Almost.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he wills himself to have another drink, hopefully without being sick next to this total stranger.

“Dan sounds like an idiot.” A cocky voice comes from next to him. “You're pretty fit.”

Phil’s taken aback for a moment and it takes him longer than it should to process the compliment. Maybe it should be a bit too forward for his liking but his breath stops for a moment as he remembers what it feels like to be noticed by someone for just being rather than needing to try so hard.

“It’s been a while since I heard that.” He slurs, finding it increasingly difficult to speak normally. “Thanks.”

“Anytime.”

Smiling over his shoulder in the direction that he assumes that guy is in, Phil decides that he needs just one last drink to really drown out the shouting in his head that he should try to speak to Dan again. Yet somehow, one more drink turns into Phil not stopping and downing most of what’s left.

Black.

The next thing he knows, he’s in an emergency room under bright lights with no idea how he got there. He’s in a hospital bed and there are people in uniforms all around him, with one dishevelled looking guy sat near the bed staring at his feet. Phil’s sure he recognises that messy hair.

“Dan?” He croaks, his throat screaming from the effort. He doesn’t look up. “Dan.” He tries again, slightly louder this time.

Whoever it is looks up and Phil realises that it isn’t Dan and that he actually has no idea who it is.

“Who are you?” He asks.

“We met last night, we went drinking?” The guy prompts, met with a confused stare from Phil. “You uh- you had a bit much and it was my fault and I couldn’t just leave you in the street so I brought you here.”

“I had too much to drink, so you brought me to the hospital.” Phil says slowly.

“You wouldn’t tell me where you lived and all you told me was to call Dan.” As he speaks, Phil’s eyes brighten slightly at his words, Dan’s here. “But he didn’t pick up.”

No, he isn’t here. Phil’s heart sinks and his chest feels empty as he realises that even when he ends up in hospital he can’t manage to get Dan to look at him. Then he wonders if Dan actually knows he’s here and if things would be different if he did.

“My name’s J-”

Phil cuts him off by raising his hand weakly and shaking his head. “Does it matter?” He whispers.

“I guess not.” Phil immediately feels bad, obviously this stranger had been nice enough to care about him which is more than anyone that knows Phil could say about themselves recently, but he just doesn’t want to even be near this person anymore. They look like Dan, and they talk about like Dan, and he doesn’t want anything like Dan if he can’t have the real thing.

“You should probably go?” Phil suggests. He’s just met with a sad nod as the guy pushes himself up and starts to leave, he looks back to Phil briefly as if to say something but clearly changes his mind and walks away.

Phil lets out a long breath that he wasn’t sure when he began to hold as he relaxes back against the bed. What the hell had actually happened last night?

He’s broken out of his thoughts by a far too cheery voice.

“Phil Lester?” A bright nurse walks in with a clipboard in her hand that she flips through as he speaks. “We tried to call your next of kin last night but he didn’t pick up so you may want to make another call.”

Dan. He got a call from the hospital and he didn’t answer. Phil feels his chest tighten and squeeze any air from him as it hitches in his painful throat.

“But then looking at this I don’t think it’s necessary.” She continues. “We kept you here as a precaution but you seem to be fine, I’ll check you for concussion and then you’re free to go.”

“Concussion?” Phil asks.

“You hit your head love, that’s why you’re here.”

“Oh, they kept me overnight for that?”

"You could say overnight,” she laughs warmly. “But then you were brought here at four a.m and it’s only eight so it hasn’t been long.”

He supposes it would make sense that they would watch him for a while if they thought he had a concussion, but he’s pretty sure that his headache is just a nasty hangover and maybe a slight pain from the heartbreak he’s going through again.

As if Dan had just walked out on him, Phil’s chest feels as though it’s been ripped open due to the fact that apparently Dan doesn’t even care if Phil’s in hospital anymore. He doesn’t know that it isn’t serious.

“He seemed nice.” The nurse says, gesturing in the direction that the stranger had left in and smiling at Phil.

“It doesn’t matter.” Phil replies sadly.

iv.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Phil paces around his bedroom, desperately pulling at this hair and trying to calm himself down, which isn’t at all working. Why had he done that?

After weeks of self pitying he’d eventually decided that if he ever wanted to stop thinking about Dan and start to move on with his life then he should try to see a friend and just have a chat, so he’d called PJ. He thought it was perfect, he knew him well enough that he was comfortable but not so well that it might be awkward to talk about Dan after a while. And at first it’d helped.

PJ had showed up with brownies and hugged him, something he didn’t realise how much he needed until he got it. They’d sat for hours to talk and the more Phil talked the better he started to feel, he really thought if he could do that all the time then the whole thing might just be at least a bit bearable.

But now, he’s fucked it.

Phil falls onto his bed and sighs loudly as he grips the bedsheets. He feels the familiar dull tug to his chest and hollowness to his stomach and tries to ignore them. His fingertips turn white and cold as he tightens his grip on the bedsheets and he lets go quickly, too exhausted to try and fight against his feelings anymore.

His phone buzzes on the bedside table next to him and he glances over, reading the text.

21:36 - I’m sorry, I had to tell him. Worried.

Frowning, Phil picks up the phone and stares at the screen for a while. It’s from PJ but why is he sorry and who has he told? He doesn’t really have any other friends in the area, and no one that he would really mind that much if PJ decided to talk to them, just as he’s about to reply something clicks.

He told Dan. Dan knows.

No no no. Phil stands abruptly and begins to pace again, unsure of what this is going to mean for him. For them.

He hadn’t actually kissed PJ properly, he’d just tried, and he’s sure that he didn’t even actually want to but it’d just been so long and he was there and Phil really wanted to not feel alone just for once.

Of course, they could probably have just brushed it off if Phil hadn’t shoved him away and started shouting at him.

He hadn’t meant to. But everything blurred and all of a sudden anger and hurt for Dan turned into anger for PJ and he was asking him why he’d let Phil try to kiss him, he knew he was going through a breakup, why he would do that. And PJ had tried to calm him down but Phil had just gotten worse and worse until it was over and PJ walked out.

This isn’t like him. Phil’s never been interested in confrontation but in that moment he was just so frightened. He hadn’t been that close to anyone, physically or otherwise, since Dan. It had scared him, and as it is he’s far too vulnerable for fear so it’d warped into anger and an argument that he essentially had with himself. He decides that he needs to reply.

21:45 - What did you tell him? What happened?

It doesn’t take long to get a response that turns his blood cold and makes his toes curl.

21:36 - He’s on his way over.

Of course he is. Phil panics instantly, rushing out of his bedroom to the mess of his flat, trying to pick things up frantically before he realises that Dan can’t come to fight with him if he’s not here. He grabs his house keys and a hoodie and rushes out of the door, leaving lights on and his phone still in his bedroom.

The cold soothes him slightly as it washes over him, he takes a moment to try and appreciate the night sky but he’s too frenzied to really see it at all as his head races. He has no idea where he’s going, he just knows that it’s away and he lets his feet carry him without putting any thought into where that is.

The five minute walk does him good and clears his head slightly. He realises that Dan actually has no reason to care if he tried to kiss PJ. It was Dan that broke up with Phil. He doesn’t get to be angry over the things Phil does in the fallout.

He doesn’t realise how fast he’s going until he rounds a corner with his head down and walks straight into someone’s chest.

It’s familiar, and he knows who it is instantly.

“Phil?” Dan asks angrily as he takes a step back. Phil pulls his head up to look at him sadly, wincing slightly as he looks at Dan’s face, too afraid to meet his eyes. His expression is angrier than Phil’s seen in a long time and part of him wants to turn around and run, but he stays rooted. But, he still can’t say anything, doesn’t know what he could possibly say when Dan looks like that, so he just drops his gaze to the floor again and shuffles his feet nervously.

“Is there any particular reason you tried to kiss PJ?” Dan spits through gritted teeth, making Phil cower slightly and appear smaller. “Are you trying to piss me off?”

Phil whimpers quietly. “No.”

“So you want to be with PJ then. Do you?” Though the anger is still there, Dan’s voice waivers slightly in a sad tone and gives Phil the courage to finally look up.

“No.” He says softly, shaking his head. He takes a step closer to Dan so that he can see him properly and notices they way that his eyes are glazed over though his stare remains hard. He can’t just look at him like this.

Before he can even really process what he’s doing, he’s taking another step forward and pulling Dan into his arms roughly. It surprises him when Dan doesn’t shove him away but reciprocates, wrapping his arms loosely around Phil’s waist as Phil’s settle around his neck, savouring every moment.

“Never.” Phil whispers, feeling Dan’s arms around him tighten slightly.

More than anything, he feels relief. It feels like they’ve been at war for weeks and even though he wants Dan back, Phil misses his friend more than anything else. He feels Dan take a deep breath before he pulls away, looking at Phil sheepishly.

“That was kind of weird.” He mumbles. Phil feels his stomach drop before his head can even process what Dan’s saying, before he speaks again. “Not bad weird, though.”

Phil gives him a half smile as he laces his fingers together, twirling his thumbs around each other loosely, holding his own hands tighter when he notices Dan begin to frown.

“I was thinking, it’s been a few weeks since...” Dan coughs awkwardly. “I didn’t know how you’d feel about getting the rest of your stuff out of my apartment?”

Phil feels his heart break again. Through everything, he thought that once the dust settled they would talk and Dan would realise that he doesn’t want to be without Phil. It hurts that he’s the only one that thinks that. His mouth opens and closes of it’s own accord before Dan takes the prompt and says something else.

“You’re clearly moving on so I-”

“I told you I don’t want PJ.” Phil interrupts defensively, crossing his arms over his chest.

“It’s not really about that.” Dan mumbles. “Well it is, it’s just- look, if you’re trying to kiss other people then you’re moving on. Which is good.”

Phil feels another blow to his chest.

“Good?”

Dan stares at Phil for a moment, turning his mouth to one side and letting out a sigh.

“Maybe not with our friends though.” He mutters under his breath, Phil almost doesn’t hear him but once he does it stirs something in him, he feels a flick of heat through his stomach.

“Why do you care?” He hisses.

Dan seems taken aback for a moment, standing with his mouth open, but he quickly regains enough composure to shoot back.

“I don’t.” He snaps. “Fuck this, I’m going.” He turns on his heels and begins to walk away. Phil panics, they can’t leave things like this, what if this is the last time? How can this be how he leaves things with Dan?

“Don’t you dare.” Phil raises his voice slightly as he speaks, he doesn’t want to argue with Dan but it works and Dan turns back to face him.

Is he... Crying?

“Don’t I dare? And who the hell are you?” He spits at Phil. He can’t be crying then, just angry, but he stops his gaze from meeting Phil’s so that he can’t really tell anymore.

“I just mean you shouldn’t walk away.” Phil says.

“I’ve been trying to walk away for weeks, Phil. Through deleted YouTube channels, and unwanted presents, and now upsetting our friends, you’re making it impossible.” Dan sighs. He takes a few angry steps closer to Phil and stops so that when he looks up they’re just the slightest bit too close and Phil can feel Dan’s breath and the heat radiating off of him. He clenches his fists, digging his nails into his palms to will himself to not attempt to close the small gap between them and kiss him.

“You don’t seem to have had any trouble.” Phil says smoothly. Something about it seems to make Dan angrier and he shifts so that he’s even closer to Phil but somehow still not touching him.

“I told you, I can’t save you anymore.”

“Save me?” Phil asks quietly. “When did I ever ask you to save me?”

Dan’s eyes move away from Phil’s and down to his lips before flicking back up quickly as a small blush rises on his cheeks. Phil convinces himself that he’s just uncomfortable with the proximity and tries to take a step back, but Dan’s hand on his hip stops him.

“What else have you been doing?” Dan whispers. No one moves for a moment and Phil’s never felt tension like this before, he doesn’t know what to do about Dan’s hand on his hip or his breath on his face but he really feels like he should just do something.

Suddenly, Dan pushes Phil away weakly and closes his eyes.

“If you want to fuck up all of your friendships, then why should I stop you?” He says, turning around and walking away quickly so that Phil can’t stop him.

Phil stands still, stuck in place for a moment as the words tick over in his mind. It had really sounded like Dan was insinuating something about their own friendship but he tries to suppress the thought. He can’t afford to hope for Dan to think about him.

He feels as though he’s just been left, again. Standing alone in the dark, not knowing what just happened feels too familiar to the first time Dan left and he has to hold his breath to stop himself from bursting into tears. In that moment, he gives up hope of Dan being there for him anymore.

Dan’s shown that he can mess up his career, his finances, his health and his relationships and still not be worthy of Dan’s time anymore. He can’t even get advice, let alone help.

He sighs deeply. He hadn’t been expecting Dan to save him, he didn’t ask for that. Except that maybe he did. It all begins to click into place and suddenly Phil realises that all he’s done for the past few weeks is deliberately give Dan the opportunity to come and save him, and for what?

Leaning his head back, Phil stares at the sky as he thinks.

This is it. Now, he’s on his own.

Standing outside of Dan’s front door hurts more than he thought it would. It brings up too many memories and too much heartache for the times when walking through that door to see Dan would be the best part of his day rather than something he dreaded.

Summoning up all of his courage, he knocks on the door quietly, secretly hoping that Dan doesn’t hear him so that he doesn’t have to do this. But of course, Dan opens the door almost instantly.

And of course, he looks perfect. No one has the right to look that good with bed hair and an oversized jumper, but there he is. He notices Dan’s breath hitch slightly when he looks at him and assumes it’s because he still looks dreadful.

It’s been weeks since they last saw each other and Phil had eventually resigned to the fact that Dan’s out of his life and he should start acting like it. So he’s come to collect the last of his things in the hope that it’ll finally get the message through to him that he needs to learn to make it on his own. Dan smiles at him weakly.

When Phil looks at him a little closer he notices the bags under his eyes and how skinny his fingers look as he grips the box full of Phil’s junk.

“You could’ve just thrown all this away.” Phil mumbles, taking the box. Dan seemingly ignores him completely.

“You look like hell, Phil.” He says quietly, dropping his gaze to the floor.

“Yeah well.” Phil rubs the back of his neck uneasily. “I guess I deserve it.”

“What?”

“Nothing.” Phil sighs as he hitches the box under his arm, resting it on his hip gently wondering whether this is it. This is the final goodbye and it turns out to be a thirty second exchange. Not that he deserves anything else.

The fallout of not trying to get Dan’s attention anymore is that Phil has more time to focus that attention on himself, and it hasn’t been going well. He can barely even stand to look at himself in the mirror anymore for how awful he looks and he feels disappointed in himself constantly.

He never thought he would be the kind of person to throw away as much as he has over one person, he was supposed to be strong, but now here he is. He hates it.

“Do you need something?” Dan asks. Phil would’ve thought that Dan was just prompting him to leave if he hadn’t looked up to see the worry written over his face. He gives a small smile.

“No, I’m just going.” Phil turns around and begins to walk down the corridor and away from Dan for good before he’s stopped briefly.

“If you need anything then I can-”

“I don’t.” Phil says as he continues to walk. He won’t even give Dan the opportunity to help him anymore, he doesn’t need the let down of it and he knows that Dan will let him down. He can deal with whatever problems he’s having by himself and he will.

As he walks out of the building he looks down at the box of things in his hands, it’s nothing important. Small, cheesy things that he’d left around their apartment to try and make it more homely, only one thing manages to catch his eye.

It’s a line of photos from a photo booth of him and Dan. He smiles at the memory before he remembers that it’s in the past and that it’s his fault and that he’s on his own now. As he walks past the big apartment bins he throws the box into one of them, sighing happily as he does.

The past few weeks have been the hardest.

He’s needed Dan more than ever, but not so obviously as he’d reached out before. Whilst before he felt like he was screaming and begging for Dan’s attention, now it feels like he’s drowning and just waiting for Dan to come and pull him up. Mentally, he’s never been more unstable.

He doesn’t want help if it isn’t from Dan.

Which only leaves the option of learning to help himself. If he feels like he’s drowning, then he decides that he needs to learn to swim. It’s been hard, and he’s been hard on himself, but ultimately things are beginning to get the slightest bit better.

He’d apologised to PJ, and paid his bills.

And when he’d been going through his phone he’d found a number for someone called “James” with a note attached saying:

“If you ever need a drinking buddy.”

And whilst he didn’t expect anything to come of it, he had at least texted him too just to say thank you for being there for him.

He would love for Dan to run down and tell him that he’ll help him piece things back together and that they can start talking again and that it’ll all work out, but he’s given up on those kinds of thoughts now.

As he reaches his own flat and begins to push open the door noticing the photo strip still in his hand he realises, he’d like Dan’s help, but he doesn’t need it anymore.

vi.

“I’m really glad we did this.” Phil smiles across the table at James, brushing their hands together lightly before picking up the bill.

Sure, this wasn’t officially supposed to be a date, but the way they’d looked at each other shyly when they thought the other one wasn’t speaks volumes to Phil. Although he’s been waiting all night to actually feel something, some tingle or flutter, there’s been nothing so far.

But he supposes that doesn’t matter as this isn’t technically a date, just a thank you.

They’d been texting each other since Phil had texted James initially to say thank you for looking after him and it’d felt good to have someone to talk to whenever he wanted again.

He doesn’t feel fireworks, but he likes James and it doesn’t hurt to be around him. And after he’d sat with Phil in the emergency room for four hours just for Phil to chuck him out without even hearing his name, Phil really thought that the least he could do was buy him dinner.

“Are you sure you want to pay?” James asks, smiling at Phil sweetly. Phil smiles back and places the cash for the meal down on the table.

“Of course, it’s a thank you.” He says, cocking his head towards the door. James nods and they stand up, grabbing their jackets before heading out the restaurant.

“Maybe I can get the next one?” James suggests, placing a hand on Phil’s lower back as they leave. Phil freezes for a moment before chuckling lightly.

“If you’re lucky.” He smirks.

He can’t figure out why the hand on his back does nothing to him, usually he loves that, when it was Dan it would send a shiver all the way up his spine and-

“Let’s hope it’s my lucky day then.” He’s broken out of thoughts by James speaking again. He shakes his head quickly, he’s not with Dan, he doesn’t want to be with Dan. He’s fine on his own.

Those thoughts had turned into a mantra to Phil over the past month, repeating them over and over until they finally started to sink in. Finally, Phil feels that he’s reached a point of normality again, no longer struggling with everything that he does.

He’s even recorded and edited a video secretly to surprise people with when he gets home. Excitement fills him as he thinks about it and he looks over his shoulder, smiling back at James as they walk out onto the street.

“Really though, I had a good night.” James says, turning Phil round so they’re facing each other. “We could do this again?”

“We could.” Phil grins cheekily, laughing as James smiles too, putting a hand on the back of Phil’s neck.

“Are you going to make me beg?” He mumbles, pulling Phil closer.

“Maybe.”

Phil feels James get closer, and he waits for the nervous excitement of a first kiss to fill him, but it doesn’t happen. And when their lips press together lightly, nothing happens. Phil pulls away and forces a half smile.

“I’ll text you?” He asks. He doesn’t want to start dating again yet, especially someone he can’t feel for, but he doesn’t want to reject James. He makes Phil feel better when he’s around.

“Yeah.” James seems to notice that something isn’t right but Phil just continues to act as though it’s fine.

“This was nice.” Phil says, trying not to let on that he doesn’t want to do it again, trying not to upset this perfectly nice guy who’s just trying to make sure that Phil’s okay.

“It was.” James leans in and kisses Phil’s cheek gently, keeping one hand on his waist. “We could go and get a drink at th-”

“No!” Someone shouts from next to them. Phil knows who it is. Doesn’t even have to look round to know, but prays that he’s wrong as he turns his head to look towards the voice.

Obviously it’s Dan. When did he even get here?

"He’s vulnerable.” Dan says, gesturing to Phil as he glares at James. “And you’re taking advantage of him?”

“I’m not-”

“And for what? To be his rebound?” Dan continues.

“It’s not like-”

“You should probably just go, I’ll look after him.”

“Dan!” Phil interrupts, taking a step back to look at Dan angrily. “What the hell are you doing?”

Silence falls as Dan looks back and forth between Phil and James, clearly starting to piece together what’s actually going on. He drops his head to the floor as he notices that Phil looks really good for the first time in a while and that he isn’t trying to get away from this guy.

“This is Dan then?” James asks. He crosses his arms over his chest and looks at Phil as though he’s hurt, Phil just looks between them sadly.

“Yeah.” He sighs.

James closes his eyes as he takes a deep breath. “And I’m here to make him jealous?”

“No.” Phil says weakly. “I didn’t know he would be here.”

“And in the whole of London, he happened to show up here because you didn’t tell him where you’d be?”

“I didn’t!”

“Look, you’ve said thank you now and I don’t want to be in the middle of this. Have a good night.” James says coldly as he turns to walk away from them. Phil stares after him in disbelief before shifting his gaze round to Dan who still won’t look at him.

“Why are you here?” He spits. Dan looks up slowly, dropping his eyes again as soon as he sees Phil’s expression.

Phil’s fuming. What right does Dan have to randomly show up and ruin his evening after everything he’s done? Or more to the point, everything he hasn’t done.

“Everyone was tweeting me.” Dan swallows uneasily. “You with this guy and no one knew who he was and I recognised the restaurant so I thought I’d come and he-”

“Don’t you dare say you were coming to help me.” Phil snaps. He feels his eyes begin to fill up as Dan speaks and closes them, taking a deep breath to try and steady himself.

All the times he genuinely needed Dan to help him, all the times he outright asked for it and Dan had acted like he couldn’t care less. But the moment he goes out for a nice dinner with a nice guy Dan decides to be superman.

“I can’t believe you.” Phil whispers, feeling himself get even angrier as Dan doesn’t say anything back. “I really can’t. I breakdown, I end up in hospital, I ask for your help and you turn away from me and now-”

“Exactly.” Dan interrupts.

“Exactly what?”

“I couldn’t keep not helping you so I thought that this time I would.”

“Oh yes, thank you Dan for saving me from my date with the nice guy, this is exactly when I’ve needed you most.” Phil says, words dripping with sarcasm as he takes a step closer to Dan. “I nearly lost my flat and destroyed my own self worth and went through it alone but what I’ve really needed is for you to show up when I’m trying to move on.”

Dan shakes his head weakly. “I’m sorry.” He mumbles.

“Fuck, Dan, why do you seriously think I would want to see you again after making me go through all of that alone? What kind of ‘friend’ are you?” Phil continues, gravitating subconsciously closer to Dan as he does so that his angry words begin to hit Dan’s face and make him wince.

“Except we’re not friends, are we? We’re exes.” Phil hisses. “A friend might have cared even once.”

Phil tries to keep himself under control but once he realises how close he is to Dan he can barely even think. His whole body is tingling and his stomach is flipping and the fireworks that he’d been looking for are right there. He can feel his chest ache with how much he wants Dan but he’s far too angry to admit it, just stares him down and waits for him to say something.

“Are you blind?” Dan mutters under his breath.

“If you have something to say to me then say it.”

Dan’s head snaps up, eyes locking onto Phil’s as their breath mingles between them. They stare at each other angrily for a moment before Dan takes a deep breath and speaks again.

“I said, are you fucking blind?” He rushes before he threads his fingers through Phil’s hair and pulls him harshly so that their lips collide, other hand flying to Phil’s waist to tug him closer.

It takes a moment for Phil to process what’s happening but he feels completely electric. Every nerve ending in his body is on fire and before he can convince himself it’s a bad idea, he’s kissing Dan back.

It’s vaguely angry, and desperate with no finesse. Phil’s hands rake over Dan’s body with Dan copying. Hands on his neck, back, arms, everywhere and he relishes every second that he can feel Dan all over him, finally dulling the ache in his chest and setting it alight instead.

Dan bites down on Phil’s bottom lip, massaging it over smoothly and Phil feels him smirk when he hears Phil moan. Phil tries to pull him even closer but Dan pushes him backwards until he hits the wall behind him, pressing their bodies together as Phil moans again.

Then, abruptly, it stops. Dan pulls away and pecks his lips lightly before taking a step back and blushing.

“So yeah.” Dan mumbles. “Are you blind?”

Phil just stares at him dumbstruck. He can’t even begin to process what’s happening, five minutes ago he was out for dinner with someone else and now he’s making out with his ex that’s barely said a word to him in weeks in the street. And now what?

“Blind?”

“Yeah, blind.”

Phil raises his eyebrows at Dan, trying to prompt him because he has literally no idea what Dan’s talking about, he can barely even register that he’s speaking through the noise of his blood in his ears and the feeling of his body still tingling.

“I wanted to help you, I really couldn’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m the one that did that to you. I could barely even look at you for the guilt” Dan says hurriedly, rubbing his hands over his face quickly. “And then I came to get you back but I-”

“What?” Phil’s head clears when Dan says that, he has no idea what Dan means or why he’s only just hearing this now. “When?”

“When I brought you your parcels.”

“That was weeks ago, Dan!” Phil raises his voice before he notices Dan whimper slightly. “I don’t understand.”

“I couldn’t stand it. I went down to try and convince you to move back in but you looked so awful and I did that to you.”

Dan moves closer to Phil again, shyly intertwining their pinky fingers and swinging them lightly as he speaks.

“How could I risk doing that to you again?”

“But you were mad at me.” Phil whispers. “I remember, you were mad that I was sending ‘my’ parcels to you.”

“I wasn’t mad at you.”

Dan lowers his head and Phil follows so that their foreheads rest together, fingers still linked. Phil closes his eyes and tries to stop the warmth radiating from his core at Dan’s words because he just can’t get his hopes up again.

And it’s not like this excuses Dan leaving him on his own when he needed him.

“I guess I took it out on you, I was mad that I’d done that to you.” Dan takes a deep breath, gripping onto Phil’s finger even tighter. “And then I went to stay with my parents and I didn’t take my phone in case I called you or something and then I get back and there are calls from the hospital from days ago.”

Oh, he didn’t even know.

“And the next thing I know PJ’s showing up at my door and telling me that you’ve kissed him and that just killed me and I just-”

“Shhh.” Phil soothes, lacing their fingers together properly and running a thumb over the back of Dan’s hand. “I thought you’d left me.”

“Well I guess I did, really.” Dan sighs. “I just didn’t mean to.”

Phil leans his head forward to kiss Dan sweetly one more time before he pushes Dan back so that he can get away from the wall and begin to walk home.

“Where are you going?” Dan calls after him. Phil looks back and notices how scared Dan looks and his gaze softens when he sees him.

“Home.” He says. “And you should too.”

“Oh.” Dan breathes.

“But I’ll call you tomorrow? You’ve got a lot of explaining to do.” Phil smiles when he sees Dan’s face light up for one more time as he nods before he turns away and begins to walk home.

He knows that he’s still mad at Dan for leaving him, even if he did have some kind of reasoning, he could’ve done something. But he thinks that maybe if they can talk about it properly he might at least be able to understand why he did it. He also realises that he probably wasn’t the easiest person to handle before he managed to pick himself back up somewhat.

He looks down at his phone to see two texts, one from Dan and one from James.

Not even bothering to read James’ he swipes to delete it and fixates on Dan’s.

20:15 - Call me now instead?

Phil smiles and shakes his head, clicking Dan’s number quickly and laughs when he picks up on the first ring.

“Why don’t we just talk about it now, come back to ours?”

Phil’s heart jumps when he hears Dan call it theirs again and his face begins to hurt from the size of his smile, yet he still doesn’t stop.

“Okay.” Phil says simply and changes direction, all but jogging back to Dan’s, to their, apartment. Smiling the entire way back.

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lol it’s been a month since i posted writing because i’ve been working on this forever really so i hope you guys enjoyed it, remember to smash a like if you did (sorry how could i not)

ALSO i’m now taking prompts because why not prompts can be fab so feel free to send me any if you feel like!

thank you for reading as always, the rest of my fics can be found here ❤️

#phan #phanfic #phanfiction #phan angst #happy ending #also i'm sorry i know 5 times 1 time has been done to death #but i got into reading them again #which means i got into writing them too i'm SORRY

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narglesonthebrain-blog · 7 years

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Some Recommendations

These are just some of the good fics I have read and saved in a google doc. The descriptions are taken directly from the site I found them on. Some are short, most are long. Some are incomplete, most are complete. Most are time travel, some aren’t. Most are canon ships but there’s also some tomarry, arthur/merlin, harry/salazar, sirius/harry, scorpius/albus, hermione/fred, destiel, maybe a wincest fic or two? I also think there is some Dumbles bashing in a few of these, but absolutely no Weasley bashing (how can someone hate the Weasleys?). I honestly don’t remember reading some on this list, but if I figured if I thought it was worth saving, it must be good. Right? Oh well, you’re welcome to look at them anyway. Have a great day and send some love to the writers if you end up liking a story. Remember fan fiction is their hobby, not their job <3

Harry Potter

Schism

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10127452/1/Schism

AU. Time Travel. Harry Potter knows he is a wizard. He knows he is going to Hogwarts, where he will make friends for the first time in his life. He knows this because the Voice in his head told him so. The Voice says it is him from the future but Harry just wishes it would stop trying to take over his body.

Lady Prince A Time Travel Story

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11755564/1/Lady-Prince-A-Time-Travel-Story

Hermione hated seeing her second family so sad, and so she attempted to use her time turner to go back to the battle to save Fred. However the Burrow was attacked and a spell hit Hermione's time turner catapulting her back into her petrified body and her second year. Hermione finds out she is really A Prince and decides to try and save everyone.

Into the Past

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/5502108/1/Into-the-Past

Harry and Teddy time travel to the past to OotP. Unsure of how and not knowing how to return and definitely unable to prevent changing past events they are in some pickle.

Back To The Past

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7178492/1/Back-To-The-Past

Harry and Ginny are somehow transported 8 years back in time. Now they find themselves trapped in their 15/14 year old bodies with their memories intact, surrounded by people who have been dead for years, and did I mention that Ginny is still pregnant?

The Cost of Time Travel

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6905950/1/The-cost-of-time-travel

In most time travel/redo fics, the characters come from an apocalyptic future. I've always wanted to see one where the character actually loses something by going back, how would they deal with the grief? Ron finds out.

Another Chance

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/4000601/2/Another-Chance

Complete! A cliché time travel story with a twist. After losing his friends and family to the war, Harry travels back in time to his fourteen year old self's body and tries to change the outcome of the Triwizard Tournament. Hinny.

Time Travel Story

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11789223/1/Time-Travel-Story

I have read many time travel fanfics, and I have always found them unrealistic. This is the story of what Harry Potter would really do if he traveled back in time. Accidental time travel, back in time to 11-year-old body, one-shot. No pairing.

Azkadent

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11816448/1/Azkadent

An accident at Azkaban flings 20 year old Auror Harry Potter back to October 31st, 1981. No one is getting out of this unscathed. Slightly cracked super powered time traveling baby. T for naughty language.

Harry Potter And The Bonds Of Time

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8076284/1/Harry-Potter-And-The-Bonds-Of-Time

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8531904/1/Bonds-of-Time-II-Fighting-Fate

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10516568/1/Bonds-of-Time-III-Age-Of-Consent

After an attack, Harry and Ginny Potter find themselves back in time before Harry's first year at Hogwarts. Stuck in the past with no way back, they decide to change the future for the better. Larger summary inside. Time-Travel, Soul-Bond, AU. H/G, R/Hr! COMPLETE!

Harry Potter and the Nightmares of the Futures Past

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/2636963/1/Harry-Potter-and-the-Nightmares-of-Futures-Past

The war is over. Too bad no one is left to celebrate. Harry makes a desperate plan to go back in time, even though it means returning Voldemort to life. Now an 11 year old Harry with 30 year old memories is starting Hogwarts. Can he get it right?

His Own Man

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/5453054/1/His-Own-Man

In the station between Life and Death Harry makes a different choice. Now he's eleven again, nothing is going the same as before, and people are starting to ask questions, especially the Malfoys, the Hogwarts professors and, most worryingly, Mad-Eye Moody. Harry is beginning to suspect that he might not be up to this Master of Death business and everything that goes along with it.

I’ll Keep Coming

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12220797/24/I-ll-Keep-Coming

Time travel, AU. When all that Harry Potter ever loved is taken from him, when he cannot fight alone against the tide of Voldemort's evil, he has to take his one last chance. A lonely, damaged Harry returns to his past, in order to save his future. Rated M for violence, death and trauma. Will eventually include Harry/Ginny.

Back from a New Millennium

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11817220/1/Back-From-a-New-Millennium

Do-over, second chance, back to younger self, whatever you call it. Year 1-6/7. DH and Canon compliant. Romance not featured from Year 1-3, and will not be the focus after Year 4. Emphasis on friendship, camaraderie, and society. HG, RH, DA Constructive Reviews welcome

Harry and Ron's Adventure With Time Travel

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10162958/1/Harry-and-Ron-s-Adventure-With-Time-Travel

When Harry Potter and Co are alerted to the devious plot of Dolohov to go back in time to change the outcome of the Second Wizarding War there's only really one thing they can do...follow him. Will they be able to change the future? Rated T for Violence and Sexual References, also trigger warning for domestic violence as it is discussed.

The Unbroken Savior

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12025821/1/The-Unbroken-Saviour

Harry Potter gets captured in his 6th year, only to die and get sent back in time.. with a twist. He is reborn a girl with wild and uncontrollable magic as he tries to stop Voldemort's first rise to power with the help of Dumbledore. Can he change the future? Or is it set in stone?

Rewritten

http://archiveofourown.org/works/5924098/chapters/13624924

Harry gets bored of immortality and feels like he's losing his sanity. Death points him in the direction where he'll find the person who can keep him together. But when he finally finds his anchor, he didn't expect to feel incredibly possessive and protective where he all but constantly glomps poor little Tom (who fails to avoid growing fond of Harry).

It Starts with Harry’s Eyes

http://archiveofourown.org/works/5059648/chapters/11635768

Another of those time travel stories to save Sirius (in more than one way) and for Harry to have some more emotional chaos. Some creature stuff thrown in. Love the clichés and maybe create some new.

Or the one in which a mysterious artefact kicks Harry back to a time where he collides with the Marauders and has to deal with completely unexpected emotions AND an upcoming creature inheritance - with consequences that are really going to freak him out. Maybe.

Marauders' Era starts with chapter 7.

Boredom and Secrets

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7292944

A very bored Harry Potter starts writing to the Dark Lord over the summer after his fifth year at Hogwarts. An equally bored Voldemort decides to write back. And thus, a summer of secrets is born, and the enemy named boredom is fended off.

The Final Year

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8381689/chapters/19201120

Albus Potter and Scorpius Malfoy are attending their final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, eagerly awaiting graduation. Their hopes for a quiet and uneventful final year are thwarted when pureblood children begin to mysteriously disappear.

While the boys, and their fellow Slytherins, struggle to figure out what happened to their friends, the Ministry, and the Chosen One himself suspect foul play.

For Albus, the bigger mystery may be why his feelings for his best mate have suddenly changed.

Sense of the Soul

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10842981/chapters/24071169

When Ron remarks to his wife that seer blood runs in his family, it open up a possibility that none of them had considered - that they could go back and change it all.

C’est La Vie

http://archiveofourown.org/works/3390668/chapters/7419224

The war ends on Harry's twenty-first Halloween, and, one year later, with nothing truly holding him in that world, Fate takes this opportunity to toss her favourite hero into a different dimension to repay her debt. A new, stress-free life in exchange for having fulfilled her prophecy. A life where Neville is the Boy-Who-Lived instead, James and Lily are still alive, and that Harry Potter is relatively normal but a downright arse. Dimension-travelling Harry just wants to know why he has no say in the matter. And why he's fourteen again. And why Fate thinks, in all her infinite wisdom, that his hero complex won't eventually kick in. Then again, that might be exactly why Fate dumped him there.

Praeparet Bellum (Prepare for War) http://archiveofourown.org/works/7220197

The ultimate betrayal sends seventeen year old Harry Potter spiraling six years into the past, de-aged to eleven, but retaining his young adult memories of the brutal Second Wizarding War. Determined to end the war before it starts, a war-torn Harry is Slytherin! Grey! Independent! Powerful! and Cunning!

Includes Mentor!Snape, Hufflepuff!Neville, and Sexually Confused!Draco

Also, I was too lazy to separate the chapters, so it's all shoved into one. Be warned.

Harry Potter and the Veil

http://archiveofourown.org/works/439143/chapters/748414

Something went very wrong that Dumbledore never planned for. After only a year of peace, Voldemort came back to power. Now, eleven bloody years later, Harry Potter makes a critical choice that lands him in a position that he could only have dreamed of: to do it over once again, and make it right.

Time Doesn’t Wait

http://archiveofourown.org/works/2743586/chapters/6149762

They didn't really notice Hadrian Moores at first, at least until he started getting between them and the Slytherins. What kind of Gryffindor was he? His best friend was Sirius' snake of a little brother for Merlin's sake! But that's not even the worst part.

In other news, Harry goes back in time to stop what he can only describe as the end of the world. He's since learned not to trust everything you read in 300 year old books written by madmen. Now he's eleven again and stuck in 1972, but he'll take what he can get.

Snapshots of the Marauder's school years and their interactions with Hadrian Moores, the craziest kid they'll ever meet as he alternates between the bane of their existence and a reluctant friend.

Oracle Syndrome

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10506333/chapters/23182707

It's been a year since the time-turner fiasco, and Scorpius and Albus have put time-travel in the past. However, that past may be coming back to haunt them when strange symptoms begin to show up in the boys. It's a literal race against time as bizarre visions disrupt their academics and threaten to overtake their lives.

Harry Potter: Magical Time

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7674649/1/Harry-Potter-Magical-Time

Post Battle of Hogwarts. Time-travel to the end of 4th year. Has a few cliches. Hp/Gw, Rw/Hg. Complete.

Destiny Reversed

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/2507697/21/Destiny-Reversed

-COMPLETE- One morning Harry wakes up in a different world. His parents are alive and Neville bears the scar. Things are different and Harry starts to like that the weight of the world isn't on his shoulders. Neville may not be able to bear that weight.

Don’t fuck with florists (they’ll fuck you up)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7769080

Unsatisfied with his post-war life, Harry decides to get to the root of all of his problems when that root was still working at Borgin and Burkes shop in the late 40s. He’s the Master of Death, damn it, he can do what he wants for once in his life.

Tom Riddle isn’t particularly happy about working at a small, dingy shop for magical artifacts, no matter how interesting those artifacts are. He’s even less happy when an insufferable stranger sets up the most obnoxious flower shop right across the street.

What follows would be a romantic comedy, if it weren’t for politics.

Xerosis

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6985795/1/Xerosis

Harry's world ends at the hands of those he'd once fought to save. An adult-Harry goes back to his younger self fic. Semi-super!Harry, Voldemort/Harry, SLASH-for the idiots

The Cupboard

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/1754428/1/The-Cupboard

After Sirius's death, Harry is sinking into depression. And then, he receives a detention which leads to a shocking revelation. Will he be able to stop sinking deeper? COMPLETE! No slash.

Gelosaþ in Écnesse

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10712904/1/Gelosa%C3%BE-in-%C3%89cnesse

Caught in the backlash of Voldemort's Killing Curse, Harry is thrown through time to a world so very different from his own.

Merlin

A Fresh Perspective

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8495208/1/A-Fresh-Perspective

De-aged!Merlin, Caring!Arthur, Caring!Knights, Reveal!Fic. If that doesn't say it all, Merlin is turned into a child by ex-druids bent on raising "Emrys" to be their weapon to free magic. Plot is actually just an excuse to write Merlin-as-a-kid fluff.

Heartbreak, Secret Friends, and Stupid Doodles

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6708746/1/Heartbreak-Secret-Friends-and-Stupid-Doodles

Modern uni AU: Merlin has a secret crush on Arthur, who has no idea who he is. When Arthur has a bad break up, Merlin takes it upon himself to cheer him up. Secretly, of course.

Supernatural

Providence

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11048603/1/Providence

If you could do it all over again, what would you change, who would you sacrifice, who would you save? Dean wakes up in 2007 with over a decade worth of memories that haven't happened yet and choices to make that will change the world forever.

Star Catcher

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7030865/1/Star-Catcher

A time-traveling mishap will make two children and a fledgling realize that the unexpected can sometimes be a good thing.

And Beats High Mountain Down

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9017986/1/And-Beats-High-Mountain-Down

Sam is confused and hallucinating; Dean is crippled and drugged to the gills. It is, in short, about the worst possible moment for sudden, unexpected time travel. [Teenchesters/season seven]

Unchangeable

http://archiveofourown.org/works/1792738?view_full_work=true

Sam was left reeling after he saw Dean disappear with Crowley. Unsure of what to do, he called Cas. But before Cas reached him, Sam woke up . . . in bed with Ruby. The year is not 2014, but 2008. Sam can now change the future--but will he tell Dean?

Beyond Two Winchesters

http://archiveofourown.org/works/2114772/chapters/4613904

Supernatural AU in which, along with his mother, Dean dies in the house fire. He can't leave, though. Not when his little brother is still around to protect.

Worlds Collide

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7352806/chapters/16701496

As an angel, Cas saw time and again that it is impossible to go back in time to alter fate. He knew this as an immutable fact, right up until he found the loophole—to send the mind of the present back to merge with the body of the past. It took a lot of creativity, psychotropics, and a willingness to die, but Cas found a way to send himself and Dean back to 2005 for a chance at averting the apocalypse. Once there (then?) they discover that the hard part isn't going to be changing things, it's going to be adjusting to living in a world not being destroyed by the apocalypse.

Sincerely, Sam

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9410219/chapters/21302900

Sam Winchester is praying for death.

Dean's already gone after sacrificing himself to take out Amara and Sam's losing more and more of himself each day at Lady Bevell's hands. He's reached his limit. Then suddenly he finds himself in 1998 and the sole focus of a supernatural lawyer who has one very firm request; She needs Sam to cure a demon. Dad, Dean, and Bobby won't let him out of their sights and Sam has enough to juggle with the swarm of supernatural creatures who think the Boy King has come back to take his crown.

Saving People

http://archiveofourown.org/works/3937051/chapters/8821393

Fixit verse: Dean and Cas time travel back in time to save first Jessica, then everyone else.

Dean kept two lists, both in his head; short, just names. One was everyone he'd ever failed to save: Charlie. Kevin. Bobby. Jo and Ellen. Ash. Dad. Adam. Jessica. So many others.

The other list named every son of a bitch he'd have to kill to save them.

How to Save a Life

http://archiveofourown.org/works/1737305/chapters/3707876

In a future ruled by Lucifer and plagued by the Croatoan virus, Cas died along with many of his friends; however God decided to intervene one last time and brought him back. The lost angel uses his new, God-given, strength to go back into the past. Maybe this time he could get it right.

#fic recommendation #supernatural #merlin #harry potter

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wildflower8281 · 5 years

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Welcome to Miami

You’ve seen more in 5 days in Miami than Pete & I have seen in one year!

Coconut Grove: My Sister’s Place

I recently had the opportunity to visit my sister, Erin and her boyfriend, Pete in their amazing place in Miami. This was the first time I’d visited them since they lived down there. The 3 of us had the weekend together and then I had Monday-Wednesday to explore the city on my own, while they went to work. (They are currently in Hawaii now, so don’t feel too bad!)

During our weekend together, we did all things #relax: pool time, patio time (they have an amazing view), and of course amazing eats, most of them waterfront:

1 Hotel Miami Beach, Planthouse: brunch with a view of the ocean

Rusty Pelican: dinner on Key Biscayne, waterfront, view of Miami skyline

Lulu’s: Coconut Grove’s lovely downtown spot for brunch and people watching

Berries in the Grove: walkable local joint where we watched the Kentucky Derby!

Havana Harry's: authentic Cuban cuisine!

Doc B’s: downtown Coral Gables, fantastic all around, amazing guac

Coconut Grove is a sweet section of town, mostly with a residential feel, but also right next to the train and Route 1, both of which get you anywhere. Erin & Pete lived car-free in Phila and they remain car-free in Miami. It’s pretty awesome and very doable! Our trio had a blast together eating, relaxing and reconnecting - I can’t wait to return!

(This was a quick post, so I’m bunching the pics together, #sorrynotsorry)

Monday: Little Havana

I had rented a car for my explorations from Monday through Wednesday. I’m not afraid to drive in new places or cities, thanks to being thrown into NY City as a nun and learning it on my own with a GPS! Nothing really scares me after that: If you can cruise in NYC, then you can cruise anywhere! (I’ve also driven a 12 passenger van on the left side of the road in Guyana, so there’s that. #ssvm #nunlife #missionaryadventures)

Anyway, of course my first desire when thinking of exploring Miami would be to

visit Little Havana! It was only a 15 minute drive from Coconut Grove! The neighborhood is actually 3 square miles, most of it residential, so I just parked on a side street and made my way up to Calle Ocho, which is the main street of Little Havana.

The only part of Cuban culture I’ve ever been close to was Maria Cruz. She was a teacher at the church I worked for in Spanish Harlem, San Pablo. She had grown up in Cuba and lived there during the terrible times of Fidel Castro. She taught religion secretly and remembered what it was like to not have access to sugar. She lived there during the scarce and scary times & always had stories to tell. Then, she came to New York. I remember she would occasionally bring us (the nuns who worked in the CCD office) Cuban coffee, in those tiny NY cups and it was the richest, yummiest coffee I’d ever had! That was the closest to Cuban culture I ever got, until now.

My first goal was to find a cuban bakery or coffee shop and score some coffee & sweet breads or cookies to go along, then to sit and just people watch. Luckily, as I rounded the corner of Calle 8, I stumbled upon just that and ordered un cafe cubano and some I-don’t-know-what-they-are-called yummy cuban cookies. I took my treats down the street, seeking a bench to chill on, which I promptly found at Domino Park. Domino Park is just what it sounds like - a dozen or so tables, filled with locals (mostly men) playing dominos, laughing, drinking their cafes and chatting. It was a hub of bustle and I sat right down and enjoyed the scene! One of my favorite things to do while traveling is to find the local hubs, sit and just watch the people. I like to blend in (if possible), remain unnoticed and just observe humanity. It’s fascinating. I made eye contact with various of the players (old enough to be my grandparents,) smiled and I think they appreciated that I just quietly came in and sat down. There were loads of other tourists who came in charging with their cameras, hovering around the tables snapping photos, as if these folks were statues or something. It felt weird to me and I appreciated just being on the sidelines, enjoying my cafe & cookies, just watching.

From the park, I just wandered up and down Calle 8, snapping pictures of everything colorful, vibrant and interesting - which is basically everything in Little Havana. From the trash cans with Cuban art on them, to the wall tiles, street murals and picturesque cafes and walkways. I’m not really a shopper, so I skipped all the souvenir stores (although many looked like they had fun stuff!) and always consider my photos the best captures of my experience that I get to take with me for free. I love shooting new places, capturing scenes, art, and interesting corners or angles that people may not notice. So I spend the next 2 hours doing just that and it made me very happy. I also scored a second cafe cubano, because why not?

I’m not one to educate on history or culture, but Cuba does have an interesting, terrible and unique history behind all the colorful culture and rich coffees. I’ve read about it and learned first hand from Maria Cruz. It’s worth a look-up, whether or not you ever visit Little Havana or Cuba. (Same goes for any culture/country - who were the native peoples, what is their true history, whose land am I on, etc. )

Tuesday: Miami Beach Botanical Garden; South Miami Beach; Matheson Hammock Park

There are at least 5 amazing gardens one can visit in the Miami area, but the Miami Beach Botanical Garden is free! I drove the interesting highways over to Miami Beach and parked in the lot for a whopping $2/hour.

I was expecting the Gardens to be the size of the one here in Phoenix, which could easily take 2 hours to wander through. The Miami Beach Botanical Garden was probably only about ⅓ the size, but reconciled the lack of acreage with rich, lush, tropical radiance! They had a pond with fish, turtles and frogs! A Japanese style garden, a labyrinth you can walk through, various fountains peacefully cascading water and everything in bloom, green and refreshing. Just walking around was like breathing healing air.

I spent about an hour there and still had time on my car to spare, so I was like, “OK, what am I near right now? Where can I explore?” Turned out I was a 15 minute walk from South Beach, aka: the Ocean, so I headed east! Walking towards the beach, I heard dozens of languages, most of them totally unfamiliar to me, like from Eastern Europe and Asia for sure. Pretty neat.

The beach was calm, free (take notes, NJ) and very blue!! I walked to the water, sat in the sand and enjoyed the moment. I didn’t have a bathing suit on, so I just walked in to my ankles, but the water was refreshing. I would have jumped in, but I still had things to do that day and didn’t want #wetbuttcarseat.

I made my way home just in time for the afternoon shower to land. Afternoon showers are a thing in Miami during the rainy season. They usually pass in 1-2 hours, which this one did. Enough time for me to eat lunch and read a bit.

My next stop was the Old Cutler Trail, which I had read was great for biking or walking along. It was 13 miles in total, but one could start wherever and just meander. Well, I found the start of the trail in a gorgeous, historic neighborhood, but it seemed much more ideal for biking. I didn’t just want to walk in a neighborhood, so I kept driving along Old Culter just to see what I might find. This is just how I roll.

Shortly, I saw a sign for Matheson Hammock Park, aiming toward the bay, so I followed that sign. For $5, I could drive in and explore the bay area, swim and relax. It was shortly after the storm, so the place was pretty empty except for me, some lifeguards wandering around and the sunshine. Palm trees, calm beaches, a view of the Miami skyline. I explored the beach pretty intensely and witnessed all kinds of crab life happening right at the waters edge, and quite literally under my feet! It was a very lively shoreline! I watched the crab and critter bustle for quite some time! I relaxed on the picnic tables and watched the water, felt the breezes, just took in this secluded place I happened to find. I felt lucky!

Wednesday: Ancient Spanish Monastery

On my last day in Miami, I ventured to North Miami where the Ancient Spanish Monastery was situated. I guess, Dear Reader, you’ve figured by now that I’m not one to just lay on the beach for 3 days straight! Don’t get me wrong, I love the ocean, but if I have the opportunity to explore a new city, I dive in! I love any reason to wander, take pictures, see something new. So, prior to my trip, I of course researched and selected a few main sites to visit, one of them being this Monastery that just looked gorgeous. I love old buildings, things that feel European and old, and of course there is my ever-affinity to anything related to #monasticlife! Well, this monastery would prove much more interesting than I anticipated!

History from Spanish Monastery:

“Construction of the Monastery of St. Bernard de Clairvaux was begun in the year 1133 AD near Segovia, Spain. Cistercian monks occupied the Monastery for nearly 700 years. After a social revolution in the 1830's, the Monastery’s Cloisters were seized, sold, and converted into a granary and stable.

In 1925, William Randolph Hearst purchased the Cloisters and the Monastery's outbuildings. The structures were dismantled stone by stone, bound with protective hay, packed in more than 11,000 wooden crates, numbered for identification and shipped to the United States. Soon after the shipment arrived, Hearst's financial problems forced most of his collection to be sold at auction. The massive crates remained in a warehouse in Brooklyn, New York, for 26 years. One year after Hearst’s' death in 1952, they were purchased by two entrepreneurs for use as a tourist attraction. It took 19 months to put the Monastery back together. In 1953 Time magazine called it ‘the biggest jigsaw puzzle in history.’

In 1964, Colonel Robert Pentland, Jr, who was a multimillionaire banker, philanthropist and benefactor of many Episcopal churches, purchased the Cloisters and presented them to the Bishop of Florida. Today the parish Church of St. Bernard de Clairvaux is an active and growing congregation in the Episcopal Diocese of Southeast Florida.”

The photos show how beautifully restored this place is, in addition to it being basically another botanical gardens. There was a labyrinth on the grounds one could wander through and rows of perfectly planted, vibrant flowers. Moving through the Monastery was like being in a different epoch. Knowing that generations of monks silently moved through the corridors, ate in the refrectory and lived religious life within those stones was pretty amazing. Worth the visit, if you geek-out on this stuff like I do. Plus, a gorgeous place to take pictures!

En Fin

My adventure in Miami was fabulous and now I want to move there. Seriously, the green and the water, the tropical vibe got me. While I love the desert and all Phoenix has been to me, Miami felt like my next move. Next move, like give me a year or so to get my biz going, then tropics here I come! Not to mention, my brilliant sister & her fab partner Pete live there. Miami felt real good.

Te veo, Miami, te veo. Ya pronto.

#miami #tropical #littlehavana #coconutgrove #tropics #miamivibe #adventuresinmiami #explorer #girlswhotravel #missionaryadventure #nunlife #sisters #ponderings

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EXPANSE NEWSLETTER Vo. 2, No.16 – 8/15/2017 TOKENLAB WHITE PAPER, MYETHERWALLET, LEDGER

Welcome to the sixteenth edition of the Expanse Newsletter for 2017. This publication is a bi-monthly newsletter issued on the 1st and 15th of each month to share happenings within our community. Keep in mind that breaking news can come at any time, but the Expanse Newsletter is a great overview of progress, news, and our current focus.

Lots of news going on in the Expanse community these days. In this issue of the Expanse Newsletter, we are releasing the Tokenlab™ White Paper and revealing the new logo. We are sharing the recent news that MyEtherWallet has gone live and now natively supports Expanse. Also, the Ledger Hardware Wallet release, that provides the ability to store your EXP offline, is imminent and could go live at any moment. We are also sharing some updates and instructions for Expanse Rewards, EXR. Lastly, we are sharing photos of a recent Blockchain conference Timothy Suggs attended representing Expanse. Timothy and Christopher Franko have been at many Blockchain conferences in the last year helping to get the word out about Expanse.tech™, including the DC Blockchain Summit, Collision 2017, Consensus 2017, Token Summit NYC, Money Conf Madrid, Spain, and Coinagenda Barcelona Spain.

As for the timeline, which I am sure many of you are interested in, the landing page and countdown for the Tokenlab Exclusive Sale will begin this month. We are getting everything 100% ready before the countdown starts, and then it will be a two-week countdown until a two-week EXP-only sale for Tokenlab begins. This will be a 20% discount, or bonus, based on USD prices, as cryptocurrency markets are changing all the time and this is the best way to make sure people get fair discounts. After the exclusive sale will be the normal presale that will accept Expanse, Ethereum, Bitcoin and Litecoin offering a 10% discount, followed by the final sale with no discount. At the end of the main sale, Tokenlab (LAB) will launch and listed on Exchanges for trading. Additionally, MyEtherWallet is live now,

NEW BRAND STRATEGY

Borderless Corp., Inc. has recently commissioned the services of a design agency to develop a complete brand strategy for Tokenlab. We are proud of the new logo and color palette, (featured as the key image for this newsletter), that will also be captured in the design of the web site we are soon to launch for the ICO. Watch for Facebook and Twitter ads, website banners and other promotions that are coming your way to promote the upcoming initiatives, carrying the new brand imagery.

TOKENLAB WHITE PAPER

Tokenlab White Paper v0.0.1

This link is for the first version of the Tokenlab White Paper.

http://www.borderlesscorp.com/docs/tokenlab-whitepaper.pdf

MYETHERWALLET AND LEDGER UPDATE

MyEtherWallet (MEW) is live now and fully supports Expanse natively. You can now go to MyEtherWallet.com, select the Network EXP on the right, and use MEW to safely store your EXP and future Expanse-related tokens (including LAB) without needing to download the Expanse Blockchain. This works the same as it does for Ethereum just on the Expanse.tech network. MEW is without a doubt one of the best options for Expanse and Ethereum. As for Ledger, the release is imminent, so soon you will also be able to store Expanse on the industry-leading Ledger Hardware Wallets, along with the other top crypto tokens and currencies supported by Ledger. We have also recently issued a press release for this news that you can check out below in more detail if you wish.

http://www.einpresswire.com/article/396920979/myetherwallet-ledger-hardware-wallet-poised-to-support-expanse-exp?r=pauVwO3Vh0_qYUeqS4

BLOCKCHAIN CONFERENCE PHOTOS

With the Tokenlab release coming up, the team has been quite busy. Timothy Suggs, in his role as Expanse Business Development Manager, has continued attending various Blockchain conferences to promote Expanse. He and Ahmad Siddiqi, Tokenlab Technical Director, are set to attend more Blockchain conferences soon, spreading the word about Expanse.tech and Tokenlab, which should get a lot more people interested as we approach the ICO and upcoming sales. Here are some photos from a recent event.

EXR (EXPANSE REWARDS) INSTRUCTIONS

Below is an updated PDF with specific instructions for using Expanse Rewards, a new video is on the way and will also be ready soon.

https://dochub.com/scottwilliams6c8c0fb1/DgNb2B/exr-official-documentation-7-2017-pdf-version?dt=8ycm03zcq3toqayd&pg=5

DOWNLOAD THE EXPANSE REWARD SYSTEM (EXR)

https://github.com/expanse-org/bond-dapp/releases

ETHEREUM AND EXPANSE

This is not about Ethereum vs Expanse, but rather, Ethereum and Expanse. That said, here are some reasons to consider Expanse.

Launched 9/15/15, Expanse is the first stable public Ethereum Chain.

Expanse has unique dApps focused on real world use and creating a network effect that will grow trust, value, and use over time.

Borderless Corporation allows for business in the real world. Many other projects have anonymous developers and are not suitable to actual business partnerships and cannot move past the speculative phase.

Borderless Corp., Inc. is creating EXP.Life, a revolutionary gamification system, and Borderless Tech, a decentralized governance system that can provide Borderless Citizenship ID, Marriage, A Web of Trust, Nation Creation, Public Notary, and Asset Registry. Additionally, Votelock™ is focused on implementing and perfecting blockchain-based voting systems, working in tandem with any system where blockchain-based immutable voting and record keeping are greatly needed.

We also have partnerships with important blockchain related companies, such as Jaxx, Gameboard, HC.Blockchain, Centurylink, Microsoft Azure, Bizspark+, Changelly, Chankura, and Coinomi, with more to be announced.

The Expanse Bonds System (EBS) is the first simulated staking smart contract system, granting rewards for holding Expanse (EXP) – like a time-locked savings account – That you do not even have to leave a computer running to gain rewards from. This is more secure than traditional staking or masternodes and much easier to use, tokens are locked in your private keys, no 3rd party control. The first of the kind.

The Gander block explorer system is one of the most robust in all of the Blockchain, and an innovative Tokenlab and DAO rating system is coming to Gander, along with a new website explaining all of this, along with EBS integration.

Smart contracts cost around 1/50th as much to run as Ethereum, making Expanse practical to use as a dApp platform. We are also working on dual chain solutions so businesses can use both Expanse and Ethereum for different applications. Saving costs when needed, and using the network effect of Ethereum when desired.

The team is friendly, available, and accessible. You can talk directly to the lead developers of Expanse on the Expanse Slack. We are not isolated from the community, rather, we are part of the community and working with them building Expanse together.

The project had no ICO, it had a fair launch and a fair test launch, and uses proof of work consensus. The team has worked hard almost non-stop since the launch of Ethereum itself, building up the value by improving and expanding the stable platform of Expanse.

No smart contracts of Expanse have ever been hacked and funds have been secured since the start of the project. No outside funding, no outside influence.

Using Votelock Tech and the upcoming Expanse DAO, the community will directly vote and participate with genuine user based consensus for any important changes or updates to the Expanse Blockchain and project.

This is not a clone of Ethereum, this is a unique public blockchain with different choices from the Ethereum team. A monetary policy will also be voted on by the community in the future using Votelock, rather than just implementing some choice without consensus.

EXPANSE VALUE PROPOSITION

http://blog.expanse.tech/post/161767944458/the-expanse-value-proposition

VOTELOCK AND MONETARY POLICY

One concern many traders and investors have about cryptocurrency is the concept of infinite tokens issued over time. While this is not a reality unless a crypto lasts for infinity, this is still a very real way that people think about the total supply of tokens and coins. Christopher Franko and James Clayton, the original Expanse founders, propose that we limit the total supply of EXP and put a cap on it in 80 years. This will not change inflation or impact utility in the slightest bit; this is not about halving block rewards, but simply capping them 80 years from now. The only thing this would change is the monetary policy and the creation of more scarcity for Expanse.

This is a trivial change that we can easily put on Testnet and implement with a safe soft fork. However, this is a change that we feel is important for the community to vote on, so this will be an ideal way to test out the new Votelock technology of Expanse. The community will vote on this proposal in the near future, and if approved, we will implement the soft fork and change the monetary policy to be more limited in the long run, without having any negative impact on utility. Even in 80 years, Expanse is divisible and the ecosystem could work just fine this way.

At block 42,000,000, the EXP block reward will go to 0. (If approved)

That’s about 80 years from now.

About 350m EXP total Expanse to exist at block 42,000,000.

What this proposal means is that in around 80 years Expanse would reach Block 42,000,000 with 60 second block timing, and then the block reward would go to zero, meaning no more new Expanse are generated in 80 years and the total supply would be limited as soon as this proposed soft fork goes into effect.

LIST OF CURRENT PARTNERSHIPS

JAXX

https://jaxx.io/

GAMEBOARD

http://gameboard.site/

HONGICO

http://www.hongico.com/portal.php

CENTURYLINK

http://www.centurylink.com/

MICROSOFT AZURE

https://azure.microsoft.com/en-us/blog/azure-blockchain-update-7/

MICROSOFT BIZSPARK PLUS

https://www.microsoft.com/bizspark/startup/profile.aspx?startup=693057

CHANGELLY

https://changelly.com/exchange/BTC/EXP/1?ref_id=expanse

CHANKURA

http://chankura.com/

COINOMI

https://coinomi.com

EXPANSE SLACK

If you have not already joined the Expanse Slack, please do so. Take advantage of the friendly community of over 2300 people. This is the best place for providing feedback on developments like the new EBS. You can also ask the Expanse team and community questions directly.

http://slack.expanse.tech/

We have recently launched our Expanse.Tech Linkedin page. Be sure to follow Expanse on Linkedin. Thank you in advance! Additionally, our lead marketing director, Marcia, is now taking lead at expanding and improving our LInkedin presence, as she is the most experienced with fortune 500 companies and Linkedin standards.

https://www.linkedin.com/company-beta/16212682/

EXPANSE DISCORD

We recently launched Expanse on Discord, Discord is a communication system much like Slack, but Discord normally has been used by gamers. As it is feature rich a lot of platforms are now offering Discord as well as Slack, so we are also offering it. So you can now join and follow Expanse on Discord instead of, or, as well as on Slack

https://discord.gg/PYGXjmh

EXPANSE TELEGRAM

If you prefer the Telegram platform you can follow and chat about Expanse here.

https://t.me/ExpanseTech

TOKENLAB TELEGRAM

This is the channel for Tokenlab on Telegram

https://t.me/tokenlab

INTERLEDGER PROTOCOL OF RIPPLE XRP

Expanse is one of the first Alternative Blockchain projects to join ILP, Interledger protocol of Ripple. There are a few “Internet of Blockchain” projects out there, but this is perhaps the most promising of them all. Expanse is staying ahead of the curve and ready, just in case this works out and is a success. It is an open source project and anyone can join. The Expanse team was one of the first to sign up to be a part of it back in September 2016.

SHOPPING WITH EXPANSE MADE EASY BY COINPAYMENTS

You can shop at many merchants right now using the Coinpayments Platform. We are one of the Alternative Tokens listed on Coinpayments, and they are a reliable trustworthy payment provider that works much like Bitpay does for Bitcoin.

https://www.coinpayments.net/

DOWNLOAD BORDERLESS TECH ALPHA PREVIEW

Current features include Marriages, Status updates, Web Of Trust, Notary, Citizenship, and many more features on the way soon!

https://github.com/borderlesstech/borderless-dapp/releases/

TOKENLAB WHITE PAPER

http://www.borderlesscorp.com/docs/tokenlab-whitepaper.pdf

EXPANSE WHITE PAPER

http://www.expanse.tech/docs/whitepaper.pdf

BORDERLESS WHITE PAPER

http://www.borderless.tech/docs/BorderlessWhitepaper.pdf

ADDITIONAL EXPANSE LINKS

http://blog.expanse.tech/

http://www.expanse.tech/

http://www.borderless.tech/

http://www.borderlesscorp.com/

http://www.borderlesscharity.org/

http://forum.expanse.tech/

http://slack.expanse.tech/

https://twitter.com/expanseofficial

http://www.exp.life/

https://www.reddit.com/r/ExpanseOfficial/

https://www.linkedin.com/company-beta/16212682/

https://www.facebook.com/groups/expanseofficial/

https://www.facebook.com/ExpanseTech/

VIDEOS

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1dzhbDCXyQM&feature=youtu.be&a

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7R2EK1Cnink

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWPeWQrnYVg

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LyiJOCDUUcY

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YFzA7w7FScc

POOLS

https://exp.suprnova.cc

http://exp.digger.ws

http://dwarfpool.com/exp

http://clona.ru:8083

http://exp.minandoando.com/

http://exp.hashpower.farm/#/

#expanse exp ethereum eth

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20 Questions with Dr Ferox #6

It’s barely been half a week and we’ve got enough questions for another round. You folks just keep ‘em coming don’t you?

Anonymous said: You don't have to answer this, but I love your twenty questions posts. They're such a variety and everything is so short and digestible. Kind of a fun way to start my day :)

I’m glad you like them, and now you get to feature in one! Honestly they’re the only way I have any hope of keeping up with all your questions.

Anonymous asked: Question tax: came for some clarifying information, and stayed because of the thought-provoking concepts this blog provides. And my question is about the recent ask about muzzles? Why are there greyhound-specific muzzles? I'm sorry if you mentioned it before and I just missed it.

In Australia at least, greyhounds have to race in those muzzles. They’re very light weight and are easy to slip on and off. Greyhounds have very narrow heads compared to other breeds, so non-flexible muzzles often don’t fit them very well. A greyhound muzzle is just like a wire basket and can basically be worn all day, except for meals.If a greyhound is not certified through the Greyhound Adoption Program then it has to wear this muzzle in public by law. The GAP certification means it’s been tested safe around small dogs.

@lessdenied said: Hi Dr. Ferox! I came for the fantasy animals, stayed because it's really interesting seeing the tiny differences between US Vet stuff and Aussie Vet stuff! So, question: My rabbit is very sick with Pasteurella, and even though I'm giving him antibiotics and changing his bedding daily (he's got abscesses from it) and making sure his diet is perfect, it's probably terminal. He's old; we're going to fight until the quality of life is gone, but it'll go eventually. Throughout this, his vet's office has been amazing, and gone above and beyond for us. What can I do to thank the vet and her staff? My go-to would be baked goods and a bunch of coffee/tea with a donation to a local shelter--thoughts? I've already given them a good yelp/google review, since there are a ton of vets where I am and I figured that'd be the most important thanks. Question tax: Marmite or vegemite or neither?

Positive online reviews are extremely welcome because they’re permanent and rare, honestly most folks only go to online review places to complain. Food is always welcome, especially if it’s in an easily dividable form to share between staff members.

A handwritten card with a photo of the pet which thanks staff by name is also more appreciated than people think. It reminds us why we’re in this profession in the first place and if you’re having a bad mental health day they can really pick you up.

And Vegemite for life.

@doctorrichardstrand said: Just wanted to say thanks for all of the euthanasia discussions. i'm not sure if you remember, but i asked a question a while ago about cancer in schnauzers, and literally hours after asking that we had to make that decision for her (the tumor was bleeding internally and she was in pain and we couldn't afford an emergency surgery, it was the day after we found it). it's been reassuring to know the hard decision is often the right one.

A bleeding abdominal tumor is very rarely a good thing. There’s not anything that can be said to actually lessen your loss but I’m glad it’s comforting to know that making a decision at the time is the right thing to do.

@reachyourlimit said: I asked you a few weeks ago if you'd ever seen ingrown hairs in dogs that wouldn't go away. We saw another vet for my dog's annual 2 weeks ago, and there just so happened to be a dermatologist there giving a presentation, so she brought my dog to see the dermatologist, who immediately suspected hypothyroidism since it was on a pressure point but should have been healing. Did a blood test, and she was right, and it looks like they're finally starting to heal…in case you ever encounter this

That’s different. I’ve certainly had hypothyroidism cause baldness but not hairs that are ingrown before.

Anonymous: Hi, I have a mini poodle who was a rescue, she came to me with a docked tail and no dewclaws, and frequently bites and scratches at her tail and the places her front dewclaws would be. Is this common?

I’m not sure what to tell you without examining the dog, Anon. She might have neuromas at the site of amputation, which are chronically painful but sometimes respond to medication, or she might be genuinely itchy as feet and tail base are common sites to scratch from multiple different causes. You need a vet to examine your pet for more information.

Anonymous said: Hi Dr. Ferox! I love this blog and the lovely fantasy masterposts---they've given me much food for thought! I have a question on feline dental care. My 11 yo cat was just diagnosed with feline tooth resorption. I asked about treatment and the doc said it's a thing that's really common in cats and if the cat doesn't act differently or seem to be in pain (she doesn't), then to leave it alone. Is this true? Should I get a 2nd opinion? The cat is otherwise healthy. Thank you!

I would bet you money that if somebody poked your cat’s lesion, it would show pain. Just because a cat isn’t crying or sooking all the time doesn’t mean something isn’t painful. I would get a second opinion, and I would strongly consider having any affected teeth out.

Anonymous said: I think this is kind of a weird question and feel free to ignore it if it isn't FAQ compliant. We took my dog into the vet today for a limp on a hind leg and the doc took one look at it and said "tweaked her ACL." He's got her on anti-inflammatories and a joint supplement (Movoflex, if that matters) with instructions to keep her leashed for 10 days to keep her from blowing out the other one. We've restricted her access to stairs. My mom is the sort that immediately goes and watches ...

Looks like you got my first but not my second? re: ACL. Basically, vet says she tweaked it, we're leash only and no stairs for 10 days + anti inflammatories and a joint supplement then go from there,main concern right now is to see if we can keep from messing up the other one. Mom is finding "cures" of questionable credibility on YouTube, any tips for finding "but can we be doing more?!?" info that isn't BS? Also, any tips for entertaining a super bored dog?

If it is the cruciate ligament that’s tweaked/sprained/strained/stretched in some way, there’s no ‘miracle cure’ for you to find online. You just have to enforce rest so that she doesn’t bust her other one (as something like 10% of dogs will do).

Strict rest, limiting food intake (because they will gain weight when you force them to be less active) and passive range of motion exercises (lie dog on side, gently move leg through circle it would move if they were walking 5-10 times) is all I’d recommend at this stage.

I generally recommend chew toys or puzzle feeders, since they can amuse themselves with those whilst not moving about much. It’s hard to keep them entertained while confined, but it’s important for their healing.

Anonymous said: I adopted a dog in August. He had a broken leg (and a recent surgery to put in a rod). I worked with my vet, did PT to strengthen the atrophied muscles, and a few months ago, he was finally cleared to run freely. This weekend, I took him to the park, where he jumped, and fell funny. He cried, and wouldn't put weight on his leg for a few minutes, but within a couple hours seemed totally fine. I'm scared to take him back to the park, but he has so much energy, and needs to run! Any advice?

I’d get his leg checked just to be safe, but jumping is generally a higher risk of injury than just walking or running. You may need to modify your games so that he isn’t encouraged to jump, eg rolling balls along the ground instead of throwing them.

It’s also possible that the implant is aggravating him in some way, although this is uncommon.

Anonymous: do some dogs lose fur on their tails? is that normal? my cousin has a large mutt and he is pretty old. his tail is practically bald. it gets worse when he gets flees so they keep daisy, who gets flees often, away from him. they really love him and take care of him pretty well. but even so i am wondering what's up with his tail

It’s common but it’s not normal. He could have a hormonal condition, or an allergy, or an anal gland problem depending on where the fur loss it. If you know he’s sensitive to fleas then both dogs should be on a consistent, quality flea control as ‘keeping them apart’ isn’t likely to do anything.

Anonymous asked: What would you suggest for chewing for dogs? Dachshund and mastiff-Labrador, the dachshund is more of an aggressive chewer

I’m not willing to give specific recommendations for animals not directly under my care. This is because most chews still have a risk of tooth fractures or choking, and I do not want to be ethically responsible.

Broadly speaking raw bones of an appropriate size can be good, as can any chew with VOHC certification. Things like antlers and rawhide tend to give no benefit, and may actually be detrimental.

Anonymous said: My dog is on Bravecto and Sentinel. (Has had Heartworm in the past/was treated.) We go hiking a lot/live in the woods. Knowing ticks are bad (live in USA), should I take any more precautions? Will those kill ticks before contracting any illness? Can I spray the dog with OFF? Also, having had Heartworm, are there any lasting effects once treated? Thanks!

I don’t know what’s in OFF but you could consider spraying permethrin on the legs and chest of the dog. (Do not ever use in cats). You should talk to your local vet about what tick borne illnesses they see, because we generally don’t see them here and they may vary by region.

It’s certainly possible to have residual scaring in the heart after a heartworm infection, but again you should be talking to your own vet about your dog’s particular case.

@kalessan said: Hi, my question is about goat genetics, I hope that might be interesting for you! So lots of people believe that a homozygous polled goat has a higher chance of being intersex, but others say this only comes from one small study in the 1940s and might not be true? Do you know if there is better science on this now? It would be great to be able to breed for polled and no disbudding. Thanks very much, I will buy you a coffee :)

So, it seems like homozygous polled goats do have a higher risk of being intersex overall. This is because there is another gene which is closely associated (on the same chromosome) as the polled gene and they are often inherited together. When the goat is homozygous for this gene the females may be all sorts of intersex and the males have reduced fertility.

It’s possible (and desirable) to have some lines where the polled gene is not associated with this intersex gene, but it may take genetic screening and simple luck for us to figure this out and isolate it.

@geneticallymodifiedmemes said: My favorite thing is when I paint my nails or use moisturizer or anything that causes my hands to smell strongly, and my cat seems so offended. I can't blame her, but her shocked face is so funny.

Their sense of smell, and what they find nice/offensive, is different to ours. Also consider the fact that your hands are now coated in this scent, and it’s your hands that pat her, so you will potentially coat her in the scent as well. No wonder she takes offense

Anonymous said: Hello, new follower here! I've seen some of your posts around tumblr (trash bag the cat, goth bunny owner, etc) and just now decided to check out your whole blog. Your information and stories are very interesting to read, even as someone who knows very little about veterinary medicine. I'm more into botany, which is why your url caught my eye - have you heard of the plant Aloe ferox? Anyways, hope this question finds you in good health, and that your week goes well.

Yes I’m aware of them, I have searched my name from time to time to see what Google picks up. It’s a Latin word so its used in a few things, but I actually chose my name from a fictional character.

@decaying-bambi asked: Hello! I saw your post about Rottweilers, I have a "Boxweiler" which is apparently the term for a Rottweiler and Boxer mix..? however I keep looking for tips on how to better care for her and what things I should know about her health (possible growth issues and etc) but I find it's difficult to really find much professional advice about "Boxweilers" she is very well behaved and absolutely sweet but can be a bit of a butt head at times because she's overly playful. Any advice, she's a 60lb pup.

The reason you wont find muck professional advice about ‘Boxweilers’ is because they are a mixed breed that has been given a cutesy name to make them easier to sell. They are not a breed, they are a cross. As such you can consider information about both parent breeds as potentially being relevnt to your pup.

Boxers

Rottweilers

Boxer crossbreds

Anonymous said: what do you think about breed specific legislation? does it help keep people safe or does it just leave a lot of dogs w/o homes?

It doesn’t result in dogs not having homes, it results in target breeds being euthanasied. I’ve talked briefly about Breed Specific Legislation before, and I think while there could potentially be some types of BSL that are useful, in their current form they are not useful for reducing dog bites or protecting the public.

Anonymous asked: Are there any vet shows that you would say have good practices? Because Dr Pol is definitely not one of them.

I really don’t watch vet shows any more. They’re not relaxing, they’re not entertaining and they don’t let me rest my brain. You can’t live and breathe veterinary medicine all the time and still stay sane.

They’re kind of ethically gray too, because producing these shows often require repeated filming which may not be in the best interest of the patient. I listened to some TV vets talk about the process, and how having the film crew interfered with their work and meant they had to take on less cases. Also how they had to do multiple takes of them driving through the farm gate and inane things like that. It’s really difficult to do best practice medicine because it’s often not ‘pretty enough’ for television.

I know that Village Vets Australia did at least try to do everything as well as they could do, but I’ve not personally watched it for the above reasons.

Another anonymous said: I saw what you had written about Dr pol (who's show I've never watched) and I was wondering what you thoughts were on Dr Michelle Oakley because I've been watching her show wilderness vet and I think she seems great but I wanted to get real vets opinion on her.

Again, I don’t watch these shows and I wont watch these shows anymore. I need some part of my life that is not vetting. Sorry I can’t help you.

@lornacus asked: Hows trash bag?

He’s a naughty and precocious kitten, as he should be. Here he is not being murdered by Wonka.

#dr ferox #trashbag the cat #wonka the cat #long post #veterinarian #vetblr

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Day 3: Skype

Skipping the U because i’m forever alone~~ lel no it was because my schedule is so mean!

enjoy x)

Eustass Kid rushed to the small, temporary apartment on the outer part of the nowhereland he had spent his last three weeks in. His pale skin turned pinkish, almost as red as his hair from sunburn.

The redhead sighed as he enter the small room where he spent his night fidgeting / passing out. No, not because he managed to get away from the heat of Tropical Island weather, to an air conned small room that is almost as cold as his small house far north. Instead, he felt relieved for another reason.

A reason that sits neatly in his working desk in the corner of the room.

He hurried himself to sit on the too small chair for his built, but it’s not like he had any option, or even will stay long enough to complain. He opened his laptop, and double click the blue icon with S logo on his desktop screen. “Come on,” he muttered as he thumped his fingers to the table, restless and furious as he glared at the small round animation spinning round and round as they prepare for the app to launch. “Come on,” he muttered again, heart racing from fatigue, anger, and another feeling that he never thought existed until a few weeks ago.

A feeling caused by the absence of certain someone.

Eustass Kid was normally a carefree guy. He was well known as a man who don’t get attached. People come. People go. Time heals shit. Life goes on. That’s basically his motto; in that exact order.

But that was before.

Kid nearly ripped his face in half when the window is ready, showing a picture of a dark skinned, raven-haired guy who glared at the camera that took the picture.

Even better, he saw a round green button below that photo.

Kid almost broke his touchpad hitting the video button. It takes only two rings, before his mostly black screen turned into a full screen hotness of the very olive skinned man in green scrubs.

The man with grey eyes blinked twice, before grinning like a mad man he is.

“Finally!” he said. The picture froze for a second before it gives him the live image of the man he longed for ever since he arrived in this uncivilized hell hole. “Eustass-ya?”

“Yo. Can you hear me?”

“Clearly. Can you hear me?”

“Eustass!” he shouted, too excited to keep his voice down.

“Once again, Eustass is NOT a synonym for perfect. Believe me, I know. I’ve looked in every dictionary I can find,” Law chuckled. Kid laughed with him, unsure of what to say now that they have the long-awaited Skype call. So much to say, so little words he can say. That is another thing only this bastard of a Doctor can do to him.

“But well, hello, stranger,” Law started again. His chuckles reduced into a coy smile.

“Hey, asshole,” Kid replied.

“Is that how you greet someone you haven't seen for days? Reducing them into a certain body part? That’s rude, even for you. But again, I know that means ‘I miss you’ in tough slash retard guy language, huh?”

“Yeah pretty much, yeah.”

Law grinned. “Are you sure you miss me? Or do you only miss that one particular body part of me?” he asked, pretended to hurt but Kid can tell that Trafalgar Law, the smug looking, smart mouthed sexy ass doctor is just as eager as he is. It’s not just baseless statement. He knew because after spending almost a year dating that guy and another half year waking up by his side, he could tell that Trafalgar Law can only pull two expressions; the calm, collected attitude that he shows to the world despite of what he thinks or feels, and the grinning evil face he only show Eustass and some of his close friends only when he’s happy.

And boy, does that hot Doctor grins right now!

“That too,” Kid decided to play along.

“Well, you wouldn’t miss anything if you don’t go half way around the world just to watch your machine drills to the center of the earth,” Trafalgar replied. He propped his head on his folded hand, looking up to the camera innocently. Fuck, Kid just wanted to grab him and kiss him right now, instead of doing a small talk.

“Don’t bullshit me, Trafalgar. You were the one who was so eager to get rid of me the first time.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Eustass-ya. You were the one who can’t stop whining about seeing your machine in action on the actual mining site.”

So much sass. Kid was so thirsty of snarky remarks of his boyfriend, he was so ready to gulp it all. But before he could voice his answer, he could hear a loud, urgent voice from Law’s side.

“Law, we got emergency.”

That got to be Penguin. Again. Shitty little bird.

Law scowled, for the first time looking a little bit tense. “What happened, Pen?”

“Gunshot victim. You’re needed.”

Kid almost groaned in defeat as Penguin speak fluent Grey’s Anatomy to Law. His boyfriend only scowled, nodded, scowled some more, and then turned to him in an obvious guilt.

“I’m sorry, Eustass-ya.”

“Ugh ditch it. People die every day anyway.”

“So cruel, Captain. I thought you date me because I’m a hero that can save lives?”

“I date you because you are a hot piece of ass. Now sit and ditch it.”

Law chuckled. “I won’t be long,” he said. “Be right back. I promise. I love you.”

Before Kid could answer or protest, Law had disappeared from the screen, running away to the emergency unit where he fucking needed. Kid groaned in disappointment, palms pressing his eyes as he realized that based on experience, “Emergency” combined with “you’re needed” from that shitty little bird always means that Law will be locked in the emergency room for hours. Kid got up from his chair, propping his laptop on top of his bed, facing the bathroom’s door so he can still see Law’s office while taking shower. Just in case he got false alarm and get back sooner than Kid predicted. Kid then took off his shirt, standing under the rain of cold water as he mourn his decision to come to this Nowhereville in the middle of unknownland. It was a supervision job that only the machine builder can take. Franky was supposed to be the one that go and supervise the machine, but his wife got pregnant, leaving Kid no choice than to go─well, he did have a choice, but he was so proud of his machine that he can’t resist the opportunity to actually see it in action.

When he relay the news to Trafalgar, he only shrugged. “Go, then. We can always Skype to talk to each other. Saw Pen and Killer does that. It looks like they never separated at all,” then added with a cunning smile. “We can try the hot Skype sessions too.”

But then reality hits hard. Forget Hot Skype sessions. They can barely make any calls, with Kid turned out have to stay in limited service area, where internet signal is rare and weak most of the time. Kid had to purchase signal booster to the nearby city, which took him 2 hours driving in bumpy, slippery dirt road to stabilize the internet. Then, when all is settled and Kid could even watch 10 episodes of Hannibal without any delays, their call attempts were ruined because of time difference. Either Kid fell asleep while waiting for Law to online, or Law never showed up at all with all the emergencies in the hospital, even on weekends.

“13 hours difference sucks!” Kid yelled to the bathroom walls. He decided to get out of the shower, put on his clean shirt and shorts, and lay down on the bed, plugging in his laptop charger with his eyes occasionally glance to the screen. It’s still showing blank white hospital wall on the other side of the world. Law’s office.

Kid put the laptop on his stomach, letting out a small smile as he recalling the moment he first enter Law’s office, doing the not-so-safe-for-work thing. Law always ditched the idea when Kid threw them, but once they were provided with the opportunity, the nasty Doc was always the one who follow through on the ideas.

Kid missed him so much. He should have known that Skype just won’t cut it. He needs the doc. Hell, even this small bed feels too large for him without Law’s body beside him.

“Damn you, Doc,” Kid smiled. “You’re really gonna be the death of me, you know that? I don’t know why I even agreed to this whole 18 weeks away from you. Can barely stand the last 3 weeks. Too bad I can’t just ditch this now. But you, though. You can ditch the patients. People die every day. I will die if we can’t talk more than few lines in the next week. You really got into my skin, aren’t you? You little shit head.”

Out of desperation and sleepiness, Kid continued to blabber randomly. He’s saying things that he wouldn’t caught say out loud sober, even to save his own life. He kept talking and talking, before ended up fell asleep with skype still on, like he always did the past two weeks.

Kid woke up one hour early the next morning. His laptop still rest on his stomach, but the screen is dead. He yawned, lazily starting his laptop back just to check on his luck with this Skype thing.

But just like many other attempts before, Law is offline at this hour. Probably fell asleep on his laptop too, or too busy focusing his mind on another emergency.

However, this time, he saw that Law left a message.

A video message.

That’s just enough to jolt Kid to full consciousness. He eagerly played the video, which shows Law still in his scrubs, but with heavier eyes. His mouth curved into a wide, cheeky grin. Kid smiled automatically, replying the bastard’s smile even though he’s not actually there to see it.

“Hi, Eustass-ya,” he started. Kid mirrored Law’s smirk. His sleepiness just evaporated. “So, while I’m in the emergency room, Shachi sat on his desk just in front of mine, working the papers from today’s patients. He might heard something. One or two…”

“Law, don’t say my name! I don’t want the Captain kill me the moment he set foot here!” someone yelled in the background, distracting Law from his words. He smiled cunningly through the screen, obviously at Shachi. That pause is enough to make Kid blush hard. Oh, shit. What did he say last night? He did remember saying things. He just can’t remember exactly what, though. Shit. How screwed is he?

“Yeah, anyway, he might heard one or two things of your… confessions to me,” Law paused for a moment. His signature move to surprise / kill people with his words. “And might recorded that for me to hear. I must confess, I never thought of you as a romantic type,” he continued. However, he can’t seem to hold the amused smirk anymore. Kid choked on his own saliva. What did that Shachi guy recorded? Fuck. How much did he heard?

“I know tough guy like you don’t say weak things like ‘I miss you’ a lot. Hence why you always say it indirectly. But really, you’re such an idiot,” he shook his head, clearly amused. Shit shit shit. “Since our schedule is making it impossible for us to meet on Skype, say, how about I record a video message like this when I have time, and you recorded yours when you have time? But I promise, it would only be for a while. I’m booking a plane ticket departing next month. So don’t sulk about it anymore. Or sulk. I don’t care. I’ll punish you for humiliating me with those lovey dovey words either way,” he laughed, almost evilly while Kid widened his eyes.

Holy shit! He’s gonna come here, to the middle of nowhere?

“By the way, I think I found your absence irritating too,” Law said, in a softer voice. “So see you next time. Record something nice for me to wake up to, will you?”

And with that, the video time indicator hits the right part of the screen and the video stopped. Kid set up his laptop camera, and hit the record button.

“Nice, Doc. Now it's gonna be hard for me to beat that big surprise of yours. The only thing big around here is something in my pants but that's not a surprise for you anymore. So instead, to celebrate the news of you coming here…”

#eustasskid #eustasskidweek #kidxlaw #kidlaw #trafalgarlaw

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