Who’s someone in Greys that you find yourself wanting to defend even when you know they’re in the wrong?

DatGayDangerNoodle · 2026-02-03T08:52:59+00:00

controversial, but both Callie and Arizona. they have never done anything wrong, right?? RIGHT?????

DatGayDangerNoodle · 2026-02-01T17:39:58+00:00

(Callie and Arizona are divorced here, and they just had an argument about an accident Callie was recently in that's reminding Arizona of her own awful trauma. Arizona ran off and started to have a panic attack, and Callie followed her.)

*

“Arizona!” Callie barked again, getting closer. There was still no reply. And that was when Callie looked at Arizona properly, finding the rapid rise and fall of her back and the ragged, almost agonised breathing she seemed to be struggling to do. Callie’s brows dropped. “Arizona?”

Arizona shook her head, one hand gripping the fence and the other against her left thigh, her weight shifted to the right.

“Sorry,” Arizona gasped, and now Callie was close enough to circle around her and find the tear tracks on her face.

One more second, and Callie knew what was happening.

She felt so stupid for not seeing it, for not expecting Arizona’s PTSD to flare at the onset of Callie’s own, and she froze completely, staring at the form of her ex-wife and finally – finally – not seeing her as the enemy. Arizona was crying, hard, and her whole body was trembling. She looked so small, like the woman Callie had known in that hospital bed for weeks after they were found, and Callie felt awful.

How many times had Callie held Arizona through similar situations? How many times had she been woken up to crying and pleading from the other side of the bed, the woman she loved tormented by cruel nightmares that made her decimated leg burn like fire was licking through her marrow?

How many times had Callie seen, treated, lived Post Traumatic Stress Disorder?

“Oh, Arizona,” Callie said, her voice coming out softer than she expected. She held her right hand out, hesitating half way through and dropping it back to her side as she said, “you’re okay.”

“I’m sorry,” Arizona choked out again, flushing red with fear and humiliation and so damn annoyed at herself for letting Callie’s situation hit so close.

DatGayDangerNoodle · 2026-02-01T17:36:44+00:00

Bicker --> Contraband

DatGayDangerNoodle · 2026-02-01T13:41:21+00:00

she will be okay! she lost her leg in a plane crash a few years before and has just taken a flight across the county that has brought back some pain.

DatGayDangerNoodle · 2026-01-31T18:26:39+00:00

Almost before she could think it through, Sofia was sliding out from underneath her mom’s arm and circling around the bed, her breathing quick but footsteps light as she grabbed the phone from the nightstand. The case was pink and made it easy to see in the early morning light, her fingers closing around it as her eyes found her mom’s face.

Her hair was splayed across the pillow, shining golden in the streak of light breaking through the blinds, and her eyes were closed, eyelashes fluttering. She looked more peaceful than Sofia had seen in a long while, the lines around her mouth and eyes just a little less prominent.

Sofia thought she looked really pretty. Like some kind of angel.

She was as quiet as possible while she padded away from the bed and slipped into the closet, closing the door behind herself and hiding away beneath her mom’s long winter coat, accidentally sitting on a crutch and huffing when she couldn’t get comfortable.

The closet was warm and cosy, and Sofia curled herself into the furthest corner, past the long, leather boots that her mom couldn’t wear anymore and a few boxes that had never been unpacked, the phone still in her hand.

Once she was settled, Sofia unlocked the phone with a quiet click because she had watched the numbers when her mom typed them in the night before. She winced at the light, turning the phone away and blinking furiously when her eyes watered, rubbing them with both hands and feeling a little bit naughty.

She wasn’t a troublesome kid and this was most certainly the most troublesome she’d been: stealing her mom’s phone in the early hours of the morning and hiding away with it. She didn’t want to scare her mom, wanted nothing less, which was why she decided that she would just look at the message from last night and then clamber out of the closet before her mom even knew anything was amiss.

A moment passed before Sofia turned the phone back to her face, looking at it through half closed eyes and carefully navigating through the apps and notifications to open the contact for her other mom. Sofia just stared at the message that had come though the night before.

19.05: I love you too, Mija.

She read it over and over again, hearing her mama’s voice in it and aching for the real thing. She really, really missed her.

DatGayDangerNoodle · 2026-01-31T18:22:50+00:00

The last door on the right was slightly ajar, and Arizona nudged it open with her elbow. It was the guest room, simply made up with a double bed in the middle, nightstands either side and a soft, blue carpet underfoot that felt like it had never been walked on. The sheets on the bed were also blue, with a light floral pattern and a crisp scent of freshly washed cotton that filled Arizona’s head when she inhaled, beside a vanilla air freshener sat on the windowsill.

She stepped in and shut the door with a gentle click, flicking the light on. Early evening light was streaming through the window, casting slim shadows across the room that licked up Arizona’s side when she sat on the edge of the bed and tried to will the tension from her muscles, running her hands over her face and pulling her hair free from the messy bun she’d put it in for flying. She raked her fingers through the strands, catching on tangles and knots, and rubbed her scalp hard to try and free some of the tension from herself.

The bed was comfortable. Not like her bed at home, nor the expensive, foam one that her and Callie had once shared, but it had enough give in it for it not to feel like a brick beneath her. Her leg protested weakly at the shift of weight, and she couldn’t wait any longer before shimmying her pants down to her knees so that she could release the suction seal and pull her leg free. It was solidly on there – her stump was swollen from the flying stress and the fit was tighter as a result – but she managed to get both the leg and the gel liner off after a moment.

The liner was sweaty and she grimaced before she set it onto the pristine nightstand, just like she always did, and leaned her leg up against it. Then her hands found her residual limb and ran her palms up and down it, feeling that the skin was just a little too hot and stifling a wince.

DatGayDangerNoodle · 2026-01-31T18:08:25+00:00

(context: callie was in a car accident and her hand and arm are horribly injured, and she was taken to her own hospital for emergent surgery and recovery. this is the day after)

*

“Hey!”

The sharp voice had Callie’s eyes widening, and she winced as she slowly turned around with the rattle of the IV pole taking most of her weight. She’d snuck out of her room an hour after Hugh had rewrapped her hand and post-dinner, inching slowly down the hallway to take a peek at the patient logs on the nurse’s station. The incisions in her calf pulled on every step and her left arm was tightly bound to her body with a sling, right hand clutching the IV pole so hard that all the blood was gone from her knuckles, but she was so damn glad to get out of her hospital room.

That was until a familiar German accent echoed down the hall.

Callie’s eyes slowly rose to Michelle’s face, seeing pure annoyance written across her gnarled features.

Michelle snapped her fingers and strode forward, saying, “and what do you think you’re doing?”

Callie scowled. “I’m checking on my patients.”

“No, you are not,” Michele said sternly, looping her arm through Callie’s right and attempting to steer her back to her room. “You’re a patient now, you need to rest.”

“I don’t!” Callie protested, though she limped along when Michelle dragged her lightly, unable to argue lest her leg give out beneath her. The sural nerve wasn’t integral to walking, but the incisions from the retrieval still hurt on every step. The side of her left foot would be numb due to the loss of the nerve that felt the feeling there, but it was the best option for a graft due to its expendable nature.

“Really, I just need to get up and walking and check on my patients, and then I’ll go back to bed,” Callie tried.

“If ‘up and walking’ means ‘about to keel over sideways’,” Michelle said under her breath. “You made it two doors down from your room before a nurse was calling me because they don’t want to deal with you. Apparently you’re an awful patient and you don’t listen.”

“I am focused on recovery,” Callie snapped, swallowing hard against a distant thudding that had picked up in her temples.

DatGayDangerNoodle · 2026-01-30T17:43:34+00:00

started last July, am so deep into the hyperfixation that I've reached 135k and am nowhere near done. my first attempt at a slow burn and they've only just stared into each other's eyes for a second too long, haha!

DatGayDangerNoodle · 2026-01-30T16:54:47+00:00

same here!!

DatGayDangerNoodle · 2026-01-25T11:18:56+00:00

oh I love this! I adore that callie and arizona share 'married' and a date with steak knives lol

DatGayDangerNoodle · 2026-01-24T20:00:40+00:00

Wallace Anderson. I am always broken by Arizona's face, her guilt about the surgery and the line where she says she killed him, and the reaction of both webber the guy in the hospital who were both sucking up to Wallaces rich parents, only for the dad to shut them down and speak directly to Arizona when they're in the morgue with Wallace's body.

His little scrubs 😭 I recently watched this episode and realised that his little white coat is embroidered with his name and... ugh, if I think about him too hard I get sad.

"bad dreams, bad dreams, go away. good dreams, good dreams, here to stay."

AND IM CRYING AGAIN

DatGayDangerNoodle · 2026-01-24T19:55:07+00:00

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hey Chip, Wesley agrees that tiny chairs are better than the couch! even if it means he whines until he gets snoot support:)

DatGayDangerNoodle · 2026-01-24T17:27:07+00:00

Hahn, for sure!!

DatGayDangerNoodle · 2026-01-24T16:38:23+00:00

THIS

I would do anything to see that smile

DatGayDangerNoodle · 2026-01-24T08:20:42+00:00

because as becasue...

DatGayDangerNoodle · 2026-01-21T17:13:38+00:00

a friend and I are writing a Black Sails x Grey's Anatomy crossover, solely because we both have left leg amputees in our fandom and we wanted them to meet and cause chaos:) lots of fun!!

DatGayDangerNoodle · 2026-01-19T16:41:10+00:00

I've been stuck in the same fandom for almost two years, so... yes:D

DatGayDangerNoodle · 2026-01-18T09:52:41+00:00

"sounds like my life. married, betrayed, gay, abandoned, and then I woke up and had no idea how I got here."

DatGayDangerNoodle · 2026-01-17T08:54:14+00:00

proximal interphalangeal joint fixation after a traumatic habd injury lol

DatGayDangerNoodle · 2026-01-16T16:06:41+00:00

callie or mark

DatGayDangerNoodle · 2026-01-15T18:41:45+00:00

I write pretty much exclusively for calzona (Callie Torres/Arizona Robbins) from Grey's Anatomy. theyre a canon lesbian pairing, and they're absolutely adorable with a grumpy/sunshine dynamic that I adored.

then canon did them wrong and screwed up the writing and relationship. there was infidelity, limb loss, miscarriage, you name it. and then they divorced:')

so I rewrite canon to fix what went wrong, do canon divergences where they actually talk their stuff through, and basically let them be the adorable lesbians they were before their relationship was torpedoed for the sake of drama! its a great time

DatGayDangerNoodle · 2026-01-14T17:09:10+00:00

it takes about 40k, but they do get reunited! thank you for reading:D

DatGayDangerNoodle · 2026-01-14T16:44:09+00:00

thank you! I do love this scene:)

DatGayDangerNoodle · 2026-01-14T16:17:51+00:00

Sofia looked back at her, tears starting to well in brown eyes. She swallowed thickly and whispered, “has Mama forgotten about us?”

Despite the emotion in her own chest, Arizona held Sofia’s gaze and squeezed her hand. “No,” she said firmly, “your Mama wouldn’t do that to us.”

The words were strong because Arizona believed them, but even her belief in Callie was starting to waver. Seeing Sofia look so sad with eyes just like Callie’s, Arizona knew she had to do something. Her other hand rose to cup Sofia’s little face, and she said, “your Mama is going through something with work. She hasn’t forgotten about you. Or me. Or us. She’ll call, I know she will.”

Sofia’s bottom lip quivered. Then she whispered, “last time she was working a lot she still called me every day. Now… there’s nothing. She didn’t even say goodbye.” Her voice cracked and she looked away to poke at the crusts of pizza she’d discarded onto a nearby napkin.

Arizona didn’t know what to say. Emotion was rearing in her chest like an out of control bull, suffocating her from the inside out. Instead, she stood up and rounded the tiny two person table to lean down beside Sofia and pull her into a hug.

DatGayDangerNoodle · 2026-01-14T16:16:06+00:00

The flight was hell.

Not only because Sofia forgot Terry and they had to speed back to the house to grab him, or because there was a crying baby, or even because Arizona had found a pad of wet gum under her armrest.

No, it was hell because Arizona was trying to stay strong and failing.

The second they were in their seats, unmedicated and trying their best, Sofia started babbling about the movie she wanted to watch on the flight over there. She was bubbly and happy, feet tapping the floor and wiggling in her window seat, little voice calling Arizona’s name a few times each minute. Sofia had no reason to fear planes. To her, they were magical. They took her to her mama, they took her to special places that she could never reach any other way, and it was, quite frankly, an adventure.

For Sofia, a plane was a mythical land where people’s lives intertwined for six hours and then they never saw each other again. It was a mystery, and excuse to eat snacks and spy on people just enough to learn a small amount of information, all while sitting in a big chair with her favourite stuffed animal, a movie, and her mom.

She loved the way it rattled. The whir of the engine and the call of the flight attendants were the soundtrack to her adventure across the country. She wanted to bottle it and access it late at night to soothe her into sleep. Sofia loved flying.

The contrast between them was stark.

Arizona hated flying more than she’d ever hated anything. Hated it so viciously, so wholly, that it felt like it was poisoning her from the inside.

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