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retireddaddyric · 22 days ago

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“Uncle Daniel”

Synopsis: (y/n) is Daniel’s nephew’s part time babysitter and she meets Daniel without knowing who he is.

Warnings: 18+, minors do not interact please. Smut, oral sex, a little ahh slapping, unprotected sex.

Note: English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance if there are any errors.

I’m laying on the large couch eating a mango popsicle in the hot Australian’s afternoon and watching a romance com on mute.

Oscar’s asleep upstairs so I am just enjoying my babysitting free time. Grace’s house (Oscar’s grandma) is so big I can’t believe she asks me to look after her grandson. I came here from Italy to build a career but I really am starting from the bottom. I found a job at a retail shop and since rent is a little too expensive, my aunt introduced me to Grace, a friend of hers, who needed help with her grandsons from time to time. This is like the third house of Grace I visit and yeah, it’s unbelievable that a family as rich as theirs can’t afford a professional babysitter. But still, I get paid even better at babysitting Oscar than from my shop assistant job.

I look outside the great infinite garden surrounded by the whole red soil and listen to the birds sing lazily while I suck on the popsicle.

And then the incredible happens. A loud noise approaches and I jump up on the couch, the popsicle flying away from my hand as a dirtbike jumps in and crosses the living room just to exit from the open kitchen to the back garden.

My heart thunders in my chest and my breath stops in my lungs. I put a hand on my chest and I feel my legs shake.

I look towards the flying dirt outside and hear the bike coming back. Only this time it stops just outside the kitchen and a man with a racing suit and a helmet jumps off it.

He opens the visor and shouts “what’s for dinner? Want me to ord-“

I’m at loss for words, my knees almost fail me. Oscar. Who is this thief? Is the kid safe?

I look at the phone on the little table while I am still standing on the couch.

“Hey.” He shouts startling me. “Who are you?” He asks doing the steps that lead inside the house.

“I’m calling the police!” I shout. “Stay out!”

“Hey this is my house, I’m calling the police!” He says undoing the strap of the helmet under his chin.

I jump off the couch and grab the phone with shaky hands. “Grace, grace, grace.” I mutter looking for her number.

“Grace is my mom!” He says taking off his helmet.

I narrow my eyes and look at him. “Grace only has a daughter and her son is in Monaco!” I tell him while starting the call. His face is all dirty from the biking in the red land, his hair is a black mess of curls. He looks in his 40s.

“Wait.. you’re-“

“Grace oh my god a crazy guy bursted in your house on a motorbike and-“

My eyes go wide while i look at him. He laughs and puts the helmet on the table.

“Your son. Okay. I’m sorry. Oh no don’t be sorry it’s okay. Yeah Oscar is asleep. Yeah I will tell him. See you later. No no, all good. Bye.”

I close the call and look at who I believe is Daniel. “Your mom said to be quiet, Oscar’s asleep.” I say still shocked.

He laughs passing a gloved hand through his hair. “A little late.”

“Yeah.”

He takes his gloves off and drops them on the floor. “You’re the babysitter?”

“I am.” I say looking at the gloves on the floor.

“Daniel.” He says stretching a veiny hand with a rose tattoo on it.

“(Y/n).” I say squeezing it weakly.

His eyes wander down to my short shorts. “Yeah I should have thought you were not here to rob.”

“Do you often enter houses riding vehicles?”

“Only when I want to show off.” He winks and grabs the half melted popsicle from the couch. “I ruined your snack.”

“It’s okay.”

“You stole it, this is mine.”

“Sorry.”

He smiles and sucks it looking at me. And I notice his brown eyes are big. Like really deep and the eyelashes are so dark. And the way his lips suck the popopsicle..

“This is my house.” He says.

“I thought it was Grace’s.”

“Well, I’ve been away long so yeah she took care of it for a long time.”

I just nod. He keeps looking at me. “So you don’t know me.”

“You said your name is Daniel..? Your mom told me you live in Monaco.. that you’re busy with work.”

He laughs. “Yeah, she’s right after all.”

“..after all?”

He winks “I’ll go have a shower.”

I watch him take the steps upstairs while undoing the zip of his racing suit.

When Oscar wakes up I prepare his fuity snack and while he is sitting at the table he laughs and shouts. “Uncle Daniel!” He starts hopping down the chair.

I turn while peeling the banana and I can’t believe the crazy uncle is actually an insanely good looking man in white socks, black shorts and a white t shirt. And he is not 40 at all.

“Hey buddy did you miss me?” He smiles and opens his arms as the kid who is throwing himself at him.

Daniel’s cologne invade my nostrils and I get reminded I haven’t been with a man since my ex, and that is almost five months ago.

He must notice my stare because he smirks at me from behind Oscar and winks.

“You didn’t tell me your babysitter is an italian girl.” He says smiling at the kid.

“Why, you like her?” Oscar asks laughing.

“Is she yours?” Daniel jokes.

“Nah, she’s old.”

“How old?” The smiling man asks interested.

“Younger than you, uncle.” Oscar giggles.

“How much younger?”

The kid laughs “i don’t know!”

“And you think this might be a problem to h-“

“Hello? I’m here!” I interrupt them, my cheeks blushing.

They laugh and Daniel walks towards me holding Oscar up like a little koala. He sits him on the counter next to me. Daniel leans his side against the forniture and crosses his arms smiling “how old are you?”

“I’m 24.”

“24, wow.” He says laughing and taking a step back.

“He is 35.” Oscar giggles.

I blush and force a smile.

“You want a fruity snack?” I ask Daniel.

He smirks and looks me in the eyes. “What do you have?”

I look away. “Well, I guess you know what you have in the fridge..”

“..in the fridge.” He says slowly.

I feel his eyes on me and help Oscar with his smoothie.

“You know what, I’ll just grab another mango popsicle from the fridge, thanks.” He winks and moves away.

“(Y/n) loves fast cars uncle.” Oscar says out of nothing. Daniel smiles at him and walks upstairs opening the popsicle package.

The whole night goes on with me playing with Oscar outside the open patio and Daniel just making calls and disappearing here and there in the house.

When Grace comes back to pick Oscar up she apologizes for her son’s behavior and for not telling me he was coming back home. I just tell her it’s okay and that she can count on me with Oscar anytime.

While we’re both leaving Daniel comes at the door to say goodbye and while I am approaching my car I feel his eyes on me.

“That’s a fast car.” He says sarcastically, or that’s what I think.

“I never said I own one.” I say opening my ordinary rented car while Grace’s one pulls away.

“Wanna try one?” He asks leaning at the door frame, his ankles and arms crossed.

I look at him. “Yeah.” I almost whisper after thinking about it.

When we reach his garage my eyes go wide. A whole collection of luxury fast cars shines under the red neon lights that says “there is one rule NO RULES”.

“Wow..” i whisper walking towards the cars. “What are you, a drug dealer?”

“Were.. kind of.” He says and I turn towards him scared. He bursts out laughing.

“If you want you can drive one.” He says, the red light making him look even sexier than he is, his big nose and square jaw highlighted.

“How about you drive..?” I laugh. “Normally guys with these big cars can’t really drive, they only use them to flash girls and take them to bed.”

“And what if I want to.. flash you?”

“Then drive one of those.” I say smirking and caressing the side of a blue McLaren.

“So if I drive it lame you don’t get in my bed.” He smiles.

“Exactly.”

“I can’t drive them fast, you got me.” He smiles and puts his hands in his pockets.

“Pity.” I smile leaning my back at the car.

“I only use them around town to show people how rich I am.” He smiles getting closer slowly.

I put my hands at my sides on the car.

“Hop in.” He says opening the driver’s door. I get in and he smirks.

“Fasten your seatbelt baby, this monster is really fast.”

I do it and lower the window once he closes the door. “Are you coming?”

“You want me to come?” He smirks at the double meaning.

“In the passenger seat.”

“I am a passenger princess after all.” He says walking around the car and getting in. As i turn the engine on I notice how muscular his thighs are from under the short shorts, one of them covered in tattoos, too sexy to be true.

He opens the garage door and I push on the throttle to get out of it, laughing, squealing, turning it in the sandy land only illuminated by the moonlight. I hear him laughing and see him grabbing the door handle. When i stop the car in the middle of the land he whistles and clap hands. “Well done.” He says smiling.

I laugh proudly and look at him, the adrenaline rushing in my veins. He is hot, this car is hot, the whole uncle thing is sexy.

He looks at me intensely, a little smile at the side of his mouth.

I want him to tuck a stray hair behind my ear and do that kind of romance book thing they do at this point but he doesn’t. So I unbuckle my seatbelt and look at him.

“You drive now.”

“No.” He says smiling.

“Please.” I laugh.

His eyebrows shoot up “you beg?”

“You want me to?”

He bites his bottom lip and closes his eyes throwing his head back smiling.

“Please.. Daniel.. can you drive for me?”

He laughs and opens his eyes, shifting in his seat. “No.”

my smile drops. “Really you can’t drive these cars?”

He just rises his shoulders. I feel so disappointed: a good looking man, rich, with great body and hot smile and hands. And he can’t drive the cars he owns.

I blush and try to not show how judgmental I am. “Okay so..”

“Yeah let’s go back.” He smiles nodding, too full of himself despite this shameful moment.

I drive us back to the garage in silence except the loud rumble of the car.

“Thanks.” I tell him smiling while we both get out.

“My pleasure.” He winks and I look at those fast cars one last time before walking to my car. He follows.

“I think it’s better if I drive you home and then take an uber back here, it’s late, it’s not safe for a girlie to go home alone.” He says.

“A girlie?” I ask laughing.

“A girlie he says grabbing the keys from my car and getting in the driver’s seat.”

“I always go back home at this time after work anyway.” I tell him getting in the passenger seat. But it’s as soon as i buckle my seatbelt that my car’s engine rumbles too loud.

“Daniel don’t it’s-“

“A Ford Sierra Cosworth, baby. This car belongs to Rally, what ya’ doing with it?”

My eyes go wide and the tyres screeches on the pavement as he starts the car making it drift out and turn on the road. I scream and he just smiles as he eyes are glued to the road, driving the car as if it’s on a track and not on a road.

I gasp at every bump and corner, the noise and smell of the rubber burning in my body senses. He laughs anytime I scream and grab the door handle but he never leaves the eyes from the road.

“Where is your house, baby?” He asks above the engine.

“Uhm..” my brain doesn’t function.

He stops the car and turns towards me, the force almost slamming me against the window if it wasn’t for the seatbelt. He is smirking, enjoying my flustered state.

“In your words girlie.”

“What’s your job?” I ask him breathlessly.

“Drug dealer.”

“Nah for real.”

“I sell robbed cars.”

“Daniel!”

He laughs. “Where’s your house?”

“This way.” I breathe pointing at the road at the right.

He drives us there. Outside my house he gets out of the car and I have to lean against its side because my legs feel like jelly. He smile and helps me putting an arm around my waist.

“You look wrecked.” He laughs.

“I am.”

“And I haven’t even touched you.” He smirks.

I roll my eyes and we walk to my door.

“Yet.” I tell him looking up at him.

He licks his lips “what if I’m an outlaw.”

“Are you?”

“Well I drove like crazy to get us here..”

I look at him and he looks at me. “Fast cars are my life.” He says in a low tone. “Oscar will tell you the truth about what I used to do for a living, right now I could make up any story to get in your bed.” He says in a serious tone.

“Pick a good one.” I tell him teasingly.

“I was a movie stunt actor.”

“Was?”

“I retired.”

“This young?”

He winks. “I got everything I need already.”

I smirk and i open my door.

“The answer is no.” I tell him.

His smile drops, his shoulders go down a bit. Confusion and disappointment are etched on his face.

“..the answer?”

“You asked Oscar if I mind our age gap..” i grab his t shirt and pull him inside. “I don’t.”

Three seconds after his tongue is in my mouth, exploring it, diving in, his hands grab my face while he walks me backwards against the nearest wall.

“You smell amazing.” He breathes on my neck before licking it. “Like candy and clean cotton”.

I grab his muscular back from underneath his t shirt. “You’re a hot uncle.”

He laughs and unbuttons my shirt. “I can be hotter.”

“I saw it.”

“You haven’t seen anything.” He winks and opens my shirt. He pulls my bra down and lets out a groan. “Fuck, look at these perfect nipples.” He whispers before taking one into his mouth and sucking it, latching his lips around it and searching my eyes with his. He leaves it with a wet pop and smiles.

I moan and arch my back. He drops to the floor on his knees and puts his hands under my skirt. He pulls my panties down my legs and sinks his head underneath it.

I moan grabbing the wall as i feel his wet tongue inside my core, his nose brushing against my clit. His hands still my thighs open in a bruising grip.

I moan loud and rise my skirt to look at him. In that moment he tugs at my clit with his lips and meets my eyes. No man ever feasted me like this. I gasp and my legs tremble but he just smiles sucking it and holding my stare. Just when I am about to reach the orgasm he stops.

I whine. Then he stands up and whispers “I need to be inside you.”

He smacks my bare ass and walks me to the window which is thankfully closed. He sits me on the frame and gets between my legs. He takes his t shirt off and I read his tattoo that says “of love and life”. He lowers his shorts and his boxers, stepping out of them. His big dick jumps free, harder than steel. He holds it in his hand and looks at me smirking. “Open wide baby.”

I do as he says and he rubs it against my wet pussy, the wet sound filling the room. And then he gets in painfully slowly but he does sink in balls deep.

I flinch and he smirks whispering “shhh baby you can take it, just relax.”

I try and as he withdraws and sinks slowly back in I moan rolling my eyes back.

“Just like that girlie, look at you, you like a big cock stretching your little cunt don’t you?”

I moan and his hands grab my wrists and pin them up my head. He moves slowly.

“Look at me..” he whispers hotly on my face and I open my eyes to look him in the eyes.

“Good girl, you feel so good you know that?” He thrusts in fastening his pace a little. “Yes baby, open wider those legs.. fuck yes.”

He sinks his face in the crook of my neck, my hands blocked above me by his strong hands, his hips moving faster now. I moan loud, my pussy so drenched we can feel its wet sound perfectly.

He sucks on my neck and when his thrusts verge to almost painful my thighs shake and squeeze him between. I come, hard, and while he never ceases to fuck me, one of his hands grabs my jaw and after forcing my mouth open he sinks three fingers in. I roll my eyes back completely at his mercy, legs, mouth and hands tied. My body quivers and he pulls me up and throws me on the couch. He smacks my ass and grabbing my hips from behind he pulls them up and with one knee he parts my thighs. He’s inside me in a second, by the time i grab the headrest of the couch his hands are at my shoulders and he’s fucking me so hard and fast from behind I can feel him everywhere. I shout his name and in a couple of minutes I come again. But this time he shouts my name and with a final hard thrust he empties himself inside me.

Both shaking and breathlessly we collapse on the couch. He turns his head towards me and smiles.

“This won’t be the only time you babysit Oscar right?”

I laugh breathlessly. “No, I’ll be around.”

“You better.. because Oscar taught me something and you should know it too.” He says playfully smirking.

“And that is..?”

“A whole mood.”

I sit up and flipping my hair back I look down at him as he puts his hand behind his head with a smile on his face.

“I licked it, so it’s mine.”

I laugh and shake my head.

Three days later Oscar hands me a blue little car. “You take uncle’s car.”

I turn it in my hands, it’s a formula one car with a number three on it.

“Your uncle.. Daniel?” I ask holding my breath.

“He said you liked his fast cars.”

I blush hard. “He did.. but these are formula one cars..”

He smiles proudly and nods. “He was a formula one driver.”

#daniel ricciardo #f1 imagine #smut #oneshot #daniel riccardo x reader

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witchthewriter · 6 months ago

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐱𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

From this poll, this series is born!

a/n: the dragons are able to shift into human-like beings. Taking 'bonded' to a whole other meaning.

This whole post is 18+. No minors. 🧿

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝑳𝑶𝑹𝑬:

graphic picture ahead -

In the days of Old Valyria Blood Magic was used to create the dragons species by a dragon hybrid choosing a mate. The hybrid had to be in a morphing form into his dragon form. Therefore, creating the dragon spirit that would fill the womb of his human mate.

・Hot-headed, overprotective and showing his animalistic side...always... like a dog with a bone, he will not let anyone touch you, nay; he will not let anyone even look at you too long.

・You often think that the human part of his shift could come out more prominantly, but it just doesn't.

・You do have to remind him that he isn't allowed to kill anyone in his path, that there are rules in human society that are vastly different to the ones in dragon culture.

"Bloody ridiculous, all of it."

・In human form, it's too obvious he isn't human. (Well, yes that is the same with the rest of those who can dragon-shift, but Caraxes cannot let go of his dragon side while human like the others can). It doesn't help that his eyes seem to glow all the time, on his face are tattooed runes from Old Valyria, long thick red hair, darkened lips, pointed ears and extremely large and obvious horns protruding from his head.

・Oh and he was the tallest man you had ever seen

・Standing at 7 feet tall, you thought Westeros had in fact been overrun by some sort of alien creature.

・But no. All dragonshifters are over 6'5 feet. Any less and they are considered still in childhood.

・The first time you saw his human form, you thought he was the most handsome being you had ever laid eyes on.

・A flurry of words that constantly contradicted one another: graceful yet aggressive, mysterious yet direct, there was a pull to him. A pull so ancient that you thought you might die if you didn't follow it.

・And Caraxes was used to ancient authority (he actually hates authority) but still...he knew he needed to listen this time.

・Still an outsider as a human - but he doesn't care, not when he has you.

・He knows how to do Valyrian braids, and loves when you sit on a pillow in front of him while he sits behind you. Humming, which turns to singing - an Old Valyrian one that only mates sing to one another.

・Loves giving you gifts; absolutely showers you in them.

・Caraxes is a shifty, silver-tongued character who is also a big dumbass once he's not playing into the intimidation role

・CONSTANTLY LOYAL AND WILL SQUARE UP TO ANYONE AND EVERYONE.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

"Caraxes, No." (You) x "...Caraxes Yes..." (Him)

Commits crimes (Caraxes) x Accessory to crimes (You)

Tough on the Outside, Soft on the Inside Kinda (Caraxes) x The Top (You)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Challenging Social Conventions

Soulmates

Saw You, Instantly Decided You Were His.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

The Devil & the Daughter by Daniel Pemberton

To Bring You My Love by PJ Harvey

The Sails of Charon by the Scorpions

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point, makes me feel weird if you read it.

・Caraxes loves to hear your moans, especially when it's his name. He wants it loud, louder, louder. Pouding into you, drunk on your body.

・Then he ends up being just as loud - and then he gets so absorbed by you that he cannot make a comprehensive sentence

・His favourite positions are the ones where you're closest.

・"Just like that, keep going. Keep going beautiful."

・Caraxes loves praise, both giving it and receiving it. He does feel lonely; he would never admit it verbally. But ends up showing it in different ways. Such as this.

𝑺𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

"you're so tiny and i dont want to lose control." (Caraxes) and "idc and im gonna taunt you until you break and ruin all my holes" (You)

Breeding Kink

Cockwarming - whines when he can't be inside you. Only you've heard his whines. I swear he would kill anyone else if they heard it.

art credit: https://www.instagram.com/p/C9w5Gd2PiFM/

A/N: This is all my own headcanons and ideas, it's not canon - George hasn't released a lot about how blood magic works, or how the dragons came to be. So I'm ... taking creative liberties. If you have a different opinion then that's cool too!

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xvii85ko-skz · 1 month ago

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 | 𝐅 | 𝟗𝟓𝟖 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 |𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒 𖦹

"It's the sunrise and those red eyes. You're the one that I desire."

s u m m a r y >> sylus has always loved your singing voice.

s o n g >> here!

t a g l i s t >> loading...

a u t h o r ’ s n o t e >> i've been listening to best part by daniel caesar ever since the spring banner dropped and i couldn't help myself. this is just a little re-write of the ending half of valleydream bloom. here you go! i've been gushing about sylus' new card for so long, so i'm happy to get this out of my system!

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

YOU SWIFTLY SNAP ANOTHER PICTURE OF SYLUS WHILE A BUTTERFLY LANDS ON HIS NOSE.

“Aww, Sylus, you look very handsome today!” you exclaim, your voice brimming with excitement as he smiles warmly into your phone camera, flashing a peace sign.

He chuckles, a low rumble in his chest. "First it was the video, now this? Kitten, you're quite the sightseer today." His eyes twinkle with amusement, a playful glint in their depths.

With a playful shrug, you tuck your phone into your bag, closing the distance between you until your breaths mingle. His scent—something so uniquely him—surrounds you, making your senses reel. This outing has unexpectedly ignited a giddy energy within you; you missed him terribly. The feeling is almost overwhelming.

Sylus begins humming a low, melodious tune, a melody that tugs at your heartstrings. The air crackles with unspoken emotions, a silent conversation passing between you.

An idea sparks in your mind, a mischievous glint mirroring his own. "Sylus," you say, your voice barely a whisper, gazing up at him with eyes shining with a passion that could ignite a thousand suns. "Should I sing a song for you?"

It's unusual for you to sing around others, it's not like you keep it from people on purpose. But with Sylus, it feels different, natural, almost inevitable. A nervous flutter takes hold in your stomach. He looks at you, his expression softening, a tender smile playing on his lips. He nods, his eyes filled with warmth and anticipation.

You take a deep breath, the melody of his humming echoing in your mind. You close your eyes for a moment, gathering your courage. Then, you begin to sing, your voice soft at first, then growing stronger, filled with the emotion you couldn't express in words.

You don't know, babe When you hold me And kiss me slowly It's the sweetest thing

A slow smile spreads across his face, a tender expression that belies the depth of his emotions. His gaze locks onto yours, conveying a silent understanding that transcends words. The air crackles with unspoken feelings, the melody lingering in the space between you. He reaches out, his fingers gently tracing the curve of your cheek, his touch feather-light yet possessing an undeniable power. The moment hangs suspended, filled with unspoken affection and the shared magic of music.

And it don't change If I had it my way You would know that you are

Sylus' eyes soften as he listens to the lyrics, a slow smile spreading across his face. He looks utterly captivated, like he's being transported to another world. He lets out a soft sigh, closing his eyes for a moment. He reaches out, gently taking your hand in his, his touch sending shivers down your spine. He doesn't say anything, but the tender pressure of his hand speak volumes. It's clear he's completely enthralled, lost in the moment and the emotion of your song. He's totally smitten.

You're the coffee that I need in the morning You're my sunshine in the rain when it's pouring Won't you give yourself to me? Give it all, oh

Your hand moves with a graceful fluidity, plucking a single, perfect white rose that he was previously playing with. With a tender touch, you place the rose behind Sylus' ear, the delicate petals brushing against his skin. He grabs your hand and nuzzles into it, savoring the sensation, the scent of the flower blending with the sweet fragrance of your perfume. A soft sigh escapes his lips, and when he opens his eyes again, they are filled with an overwhelming tenderness.

The air hung heavy with the scent of honeysuckle and unknown wildflowers, a perfume so thick it felt almost tangible. Sunlight, fractured by the leaves of ancient, gnarled vines, dappled the nest floor, casting long, dancing shadows that writhed and shifted like playful sprites. A gentle breeze stirred, carrying the faintest whisper of dragon song from the nest.

"My love," he breathed, his voice a low rumble that resonated with the quiet hum of the birds, "did you pick this song on purpose?" His hand, warm and strong, rested lightly on yours, his thumb stroking the back of your hand in a slow, soothing rhythm. His eyes, held yours captive, searching for an answer, yet betraying a hint of playful mischief.

You feigned hurt, tilting your head back and offering him a slow, deliberate smile that showcased the mischievous glint in your own eyes. "What? Do you not like it?" The words hung in the air, light and teasing, as you leaned closer, his scent mingling with the sweet floral fragrance surrounding you.

He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that vibrated through his chest and into your ears. The amusement in his eyes deepened as he watched you, his gaze lingering on your lips before he finally shook his head. "Stop being a menace, sweetie. I loved the song," he murmured, his voice softening as he pulled you closer, his embrace warm and enveloping. "This place... this dragon's nest... it feels like home, with you, Sylus. The flowers, the sunlight... it's all so perfectly romantic, so peaceful."

He gently kissed your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before he pulled back, his eyes filled with an emotion so profound it stole your breath away. You didn't want to leave this secluded sanctuary. You didn't want to be away from Sylus, not in this moment, not ever.

The world outside this enchanted clearing seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you, bathed in sunlight and the intoxicating scent of a thousand flowers, lost in the sweet symphony of love and the soothing tune of each other's humming.

After all, wherever he goes, you'll follow. No matter how far.

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theoxenia · 2 months ago

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Charis is difficult to translate, because it is (at least) two-sided. On the one hand it expresses the feeling of gratitude felt by humans to the gods for giving them good things, and on the other it means that ‘‘grace’’ or ‘‘bounty’’ which the gods give men. And the word is related to chairō, Greek for ‘‘feel joy or happiness.’’ In worship the Greeks aimed at generating an atmosphere of reciprocal charis; they would express their grateful worship of the splendid gods; the gods, in turn, would – hopefully – grant them their charis, goodwill, which translated into wealth, health, and power. We can see how hymn-singing is part of the human ‘‘charis-drive’’; it is an aesthetic offering to go with other material offerings (animal sacrifice, libations, incense, etc.) designed to secure divine goodwill. Prayer, on the other hand, is a request put to god(s) backed up by references to other acts of worship (sacrifice etc.) which might induce the god(s) to grant the request. The prayer-request itself is not conceived as an offering, either material or aesthetic.

Prayers and Hymns by William D. Furley, in A Companion To Greek Religion edited by Daniel Ogden

#op #helpol #hellenic polytheism #kharis #charis #hymns #prayer #offerings #praxis #theologia

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steviebunny · 8 months ago

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2. Glorified Cult Leader

Dubai

"So Daniel, do you have any questions?"

The reporter stares at Louis in near astonishment, removing his glasses to rub his aching head.

"About the woman with the face full of teeth? Yes, I have fucking questions! You had that one in disguise this whole time" Daniel motions to Armand with his glasses "Should I assume there's a demon lady pretending to dust shelves in a sexy maid uniform somewhere around here?"

Louis crosses an ankle over his knee with a slight laugh, Armand's arm loops over the back of the back of the sofa and rubs his hand. "No. Nothing like that. Patience Daniel and good things will come, let the story take you where it needs you to be."

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Paris

The Rusalka moves gracefully through the vast library shelves, fingers gently grazing cover after cover. Heeled shoes moving after the other creating an echo off the marble floors. Her head raises, no longer lost in thought- she sniffs the air.

"You can come out, you're not nearly as sneaky as you seem to think you are."

A tapping of leather soles against the floor much like her own sounds from behind her.

The well-dressed leader she met the other evening walks out from behind a shelf, he leans against the wood shifting his weight onto one hip, placing his hand in his coat pocket with well-rehearsed grace.

Her eyes trace over him and then roll “If you’re trying to kill me I wish you luck, it’s not easy.”

“Who says I wish to end your life?”

“Your kind is territorial, I haven’t had the best experiences in the past, can you blame me for running? Not to mention your man chased me, not a very good first impression.”

“Santiago is not my man.” His stoicism falls face curling in disgust at the accusation.

“Right, you’re paired with the bookworm.” Her eyes shine and something swipes sideways, blinking slowly like an alligator.

“You’re no longer deemed a threat. Siren. But you’re perspective, we could have a place for one of your kind in the coven. So long as you behave of course.”

“Wrong.”

“Hmm?” His eyebrows perk up and his head tilts.

“Not a siren. Similar, but I don’t sing. And I don’t lure unfaithful men to the depths. I just eat the evil ones, it’s a lot less dramatic that way.”

“You get to define what evil is?”

“Yes. You, vampires, are so strange…you love each other so purely, even when you hate. It’s so obvious, but you keep screwing each other over? I can’t tell if it’s a self-preservation instinct or not. I think you’d be a lot happier if your covens were big love fests instead of the whole master-servant dynamic.”

Armand scowls, fangs dipping slightly with a cat-like hiss. “You think yourself omniscient? We need structure, solitary vampires either wither by their lonesome until they meet the flame or sow chaos in their wake. Humans always search for more, money, power, love, knowledge, more. Why hold on to this part of your humanity when you can live content? A part of something better, the coven offers such.”

The rusalka laughs and her melodious voice has a sharp screech-like tinge to it- “Content! Oh, so great coven leader!” She cries clasping her hands together, pressing them against her face. “Who surrounds himself with sycophants, Truly the best representation of a content being, yeah? You vampires want just as much as I do. You’re not built to be lonely, companionship is in your blood. So don’t preach to me about contentment you glorified cult leader.”

Armand steps closer, face inches from the rusalka towering over her, he removes his sunglasses- tucking them into his chest pocket he looks deep into her eyes and calmly with a sneer says “You’re vulnerable. It makes you weak. We are not the only coven in France and you will not be able to run forever. Unless of course, you aim to end your studies so quickly after arriving.”

“How’d you…?”

“I may not be able to read your mind but this place is flooding with your peers. It’s quite the story you’ve concocted for yourself, the best lies are rooted in some truth are the not?”

“My vulnerability is my power, just as yours could be. Screw your rules and your laws, going behind each others backs to make things end up your way. Just to end in failure. May it be a century or a millennia from now, but still failure.”

“Then let me offer you this. Join the coven. Prove to them why the laws should change.”

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Dubai

“Is this my cue?” Daniel had been imagining this voice since it was first described to him but the reality was something else altogether. “Sorry, I didn’t have time to pick up a maid’s uniform. I know how much you like the Univision style.” The woman rounds the furniture flashing a smile at the two vampires and perching herself on the arm of the journalist's seat.

“You still smell of him.” Armand’s lip curls and Louis looks to the tempered windows for a distraction.

“I didn’t have time to swim yet either. You’re the two avoiding him. I made no such promise, I’m not involved.”

“Wait! Please tell me she isn’t taking about-”

“Lestat.” Louis interrupts as Daniel looks to the Rusalka with a look that borders on horror. “There’s an agreement in place. When she’s here she doesn’t discuss him, when she’s there she won’t discuss us.”

“It's a horrendous deal, really.”

“HOW DOES SHE EVEN KNOW LESTAT?!”

Louis stands and stretches his arms to his companions, each of them placing a hand in one of his. “This seems like a natural breaking point, you should rest Daniel. We’ll continue tomorrow.” Louis immediately begins to escort his partners out of the room leaving the reporter in shock.

“WHAT KIND OF HORSE-SHIT DO YOU MEAN BY NATURAL BREAKING POINT?!”

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Thank you for reading. Sorry this isn't very long :(

#poly!reader #lestat de lioncourt #lestat x reader #sorry for bad spelling #louis de pointe du lac #louis dpdl #amc interview with the vampire #armand x reader #lestat de lioncourt x reader #lestat #louis de pointe du lac x reader #louis x reader #ldpdl #interview with the vampire #amc iwtv #iwtv #sorry for poor spelling

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mclarengf · 6 months ago

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thinking about… trying to bake with daniel ricciardo

note: if danny ricc has a million fans, i am one of them. if danny ricc has ten fans, i am one of them. if danny ricc has only one fan, then that one fan is me. if danny ricc has no fans, then that means i am no longer on this earth. if the world is against danny ricc, then i am against the world. (happy holidays!!)

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it’s christmas eve and daniel has instigated a food fight. you’re supposed to be making a pavlova to bring to his parents’ house tomorrow, but daniel’s seemingly decided that flicking meringue onto your face three times in a row is a good idea.

he looks away every time, whistling as if he’s done nothing wrong. you narrow your eyes at the back of his head, waiting for him to crack.

“what’s wrong, love?” he turns back and questions why you’ve stopped mixing the meringue batter, though his mouth twitches when he sees your expression.

this time, you stay silent, glaring at him.

finally, he laughs, eyes crinkling as he throws his head back. you wait for him to finish, crossing your arms and frowning.

daniel hiccups another laugh out and steps toward you, hands up.

“it was funny, you gotta admit,” he tries defending himself.

“i hate you sometimes,” you retort.

his face drops and he clutches his hands over his heart, “ouch, love!”

“oh, shut up, danny,” you sneer at him as you turn your attention back to the meringues, mumbling a, “cunt,” under your breath.

you can feel when he comes up behind you, warmth radiating off his body even in the summer. he wraps his arms around your shoulders, dropping his head down too.

“i love you~” he sings, trying to get back on your good side.

you say nothing.

you can practically hear him pout in your ear, disappointed in the fact that his actions have consequences.

“c’mon babe, it was just a joke! it’s christmas eve, you can’t be mad at me! i’m sorry!”

when you still don’t respond, daniel takes his arms off you and resigns himself to keep cutting up the fruit.

when he’s settled back into a rhythm of doing that, you scoop some of the mix onto your finger, reach over, and smear it onto his cheek before running to the other side of the kitchen so he can’t catch you.

“aw, you-“ he grins again, bright as anything, and lunges at you, chasing you around the island and through the living room as you giggle.

he finally tackles you into the couch. the smudge is still on his cheek.

“you’re silly,” you scrunch your nose up at him as you catch your breath.

daniel just smiles, admiring you beneath him.

“i love you,” he tries again.

“i love you too, dummy.”

he then collapses on top of you, holding you tight in his embrace. it’s nice; it’s like a weighted blanket which walks and talks and happens to be very annoying sometimes. you melt into his arms, and reach around to hug him back.

daniel’s always been your safe space, and you’re able to be that for him too now, with him being home a lot more than he had been in september, for some strange reason.

you don’t want to let his mind drift back to his career predicament with too much silence, though, so you nudge him and tell him to clean off his cheek.

instead of grabbing a washcloth, or a paper towel, or something sensible, daniel just runs his finger through the meringue and sticks it in his mouth.

you make a face at him, expressing your disgust. you can see the bits he’s missed still sticking to his skin.

“that tastes so good, baby. it’s gonna bang tomorrow night.” he looks at you in awe of your baking skills before dropping back down onto your shoulder. he’s obviously content with staying like this.

fine, you can cuddle for a while, you guess. the pavlova’s not going anywhere.

wait- the pavlova.

“fuck, danny, the meringue’s gonna go flat!”

you scramble off the couch and back to the kitchen so you don’t ruin joe and grace’s christmas.

when daniel comments on how the pavlova looks kind of funny at dinner the next night, you just kick him under the table and say he must be imagining things.

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the-blind-assassin-12 · 3 months ago

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March Fic Madness 2025 Rec List Part 2

PART 1 HERE

34. Idealists by @for-a-longlongtime (Frankie Morales x reader x Santiago Garcia) 35. Sam & Diane, Eat Your Heart Out by @chronically-ghosted (Marcus Pike x f!reader) 36. Lucky Stars by @brandyllyn (Ezra x gn!reader) 37. The Things She Sees by @criticallyacclaimedstranger (Din Djarin x blind!OFC) 38. Departure by @lady-bess (Jack Daniels x f!reader) 39. Two Pack Habit & A Motel Tan by @trulybetty (Lucien De Leon x f!reader) 40. When Was The Last Time You Lived? by @avastrasposts (Marcus Pike x f!reader) 41. Gravity's Pull by @tinytinymenace (Dieter Bravo x OFC Marie) 42. There's Nothing Blue About You by @jolapeno (Javi Peña x f!reader) 43. When It Rains by @couldsewyouastitch (Javi Peña x f!reader) 44. Take A Chance On Me by @writeforfandoms (Ezra x gn!reader) 45. Sing For You Forever by @yopossum (Jack Daniels ft. f!reader) 46. Woodsmoke by @ohforficsake (Frankie Morales x gn!reader) 47. Crash And Burn by @dindjarindiaries (Din Djarin x gn!reader) 48. Honey Spilt Over by @rulexofxnines (Ezra x f!reader) 49. Never Let Me Down by @novemberrain-writes (Joel & Ellie ) 50. Litha by @grogusmum (Javi Gutiérrez x gn!reader) 51. From Grief To Grace by @penvisions (Javi Gutiérrez x gn!reader) 52. I'm Still Here by @artemiseamoon (Oberyn Martell x gn!reader) 53. Coffee And Crisis by @albertasunrise (Marcus Pike x OFC Ada) 54. Perfect Strangers by @sp00kymulderr (Javi Peña x f!reader) 55. Southern Nights by @secretelephanttattoo (Jack Daniels x f!reader) 56. Pythagoras' Theorem by @nothoughtsjustmeds (Din Djarin x gn!reader)

57. Darlin’ Cowgirl by @baronessvonglitter (Jack Daniels x f!reader)

58. Confession by @sawymredfox (Pero Tovar x f!reader)

59. Chaste by @covetyou (Dieter Bravo x gn!reader)

60. Love At First… Night by @goodwithcheese (Max Phillips x f!reader

61. To Catch A Thief by @coulsons-fullmetal-cellist (Tim Rockford & The Thief)

62. The Second Kind by @insomniamamma (SNL Kermit x f!reader)

63. Darkness On The Edge Of Town by @romanarose (Joel Miller x f!reader)

#marchficmadness25 #fic rec fic rec fic rec!!!

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phanfictioncatalogue · 3 months ago

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Fics Written in 2025 (So Far) (2) Masterlist

part one

An Evening in the Phouse (ao3) - p4stmybedtime

Summary: Phil turned around to dry his hands on a tea towel and saw Dan gently swaying to the music when he got an idea.

"Wanna dance?" He asked and reached a hand out to the other man.

Dan chuckled shyly but took Phil's hand inhis own, “Now who’s the soppy one?” He asked.

“Shuddup, I hate you” Phil mumbled into Dan's neck as he felt Dan's other hand splay out on his back, holding him close as they stepped in time to the slow beat (and occasionally on one another’s toes).

Phil wracked his brain for a place he felt safer than in Dan's arms but came up with nothing.

And I'm a Little Kit (ao3) - imademon

Summary: “Who’s running the show here?” Phil asked, his hands on his hips in faux shock.

“Me.” Dan grinned, and then got back on his knees on top of the bed and licked Phil’s hand, alternating between that and nipping it. “I want to snuggle. Get in bed.” He said, purring again after his command.

ask and receive (ao3) - Celeste (artificialmac)

Summary: It’s 2009 and Dan and Phil meet in person for the first time, and it’s a lot. But it’s mostly just frottage.

Benefits (ao3) - ghostdnp (ghostdnfie)

Summary: Dan and Phil come up with an interesting way to settle roommate arguments.

Dan's Not-So-Solo Solo Time (ao3) - Max_is_Lost

Summary: Dan is having trouble focusing one lazy Tuesday and he ends up thinking for a little too long about a blowjob he gave Phil earlier in the morning. He decides to have some 'Me time' but soon realizes that four hands are always better than two hands.

dog dads (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Dan and Phil have had their corgi for three weeks. They still haven’t told the internet yet.

(A fic about dogs, secrets, and Dan and Phil’s ever-shifting boundaries.)

Dream a Little Dream of Me (ao3) - Scuddleduck

Summary: "Do you dream about me?"

My interpretation of the dream moment from the newest q&a video on AP

Equilibrium (ao3) - howellaboutactive

Summary: A soulmate AU oneshot where your soulmates last touch stains your skin until they touch you again.

God, what have you done? (ao3) - gaydreaming

Summary: When Dan bought the sexy nun costume at a random Spirit Halloween in Florida, he meant it as a joke. By the time he leaves the club in Nashville, about two states past where this would have been a good idea, having cried in a bathroom, downed a glass of wine, and experienced one of his most formative nights, it's not really a joke anymore. Something has changed. Something has been awakened.

gotta promise not to stop when i say when (ao3) - lesbaurinkos (pluginbaby)

Summary: “You always get so focused when you’re playing.” Phil’s voice has gone lower, sleepy and syrupy-fond in a way that melts down Dan’s spine, makes warmth unfurl in his veins. “’S cute.”

“Yeah?” he asks, teasing, because– he’s allowed to flirt with his boyfriend.

“Yeah,” Phil says easily, grinning back. “Think I could get you to break your concentration if I were there, though.”

(or: dan tries his best to play rock band. phil tries his best to distract him.)

i will not ask you where you came from (neither should you) (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: Dan was seven years old when he knew what his calling in life was. He had sat, squished between his parents and infant brother, in the front row of Sunday mass. As he swayed along to the choir singing Amazing Grace, he looked up at his mom and said: “Mommy, I want to be a nun when I grow up!”

or, sister daniel is a nun who wants to make some extra money. he starts a demon-magic etsy shop offering penis enlargement spells and summons the demon phil to fulfill his orders. he quickly becomes infatuated.

it's us against the world, together we'll survive (ao3) - evilfrog1

Summary: As Dan and Phil wrap their final show of the Terrible Influence Tour, Phil struggles with the bittersweet reality of endings. Comfort and quiet reassurance follow, because some things don’t end — not really.

just wanna be yours (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: Dan is scared to go into heat. Phil helps him through it.

Knee deep in the passenger seat (ao3) - mylesmoment

Summary: Phan in car and Dan's like really horny and pulls over and eats Phil's ass and they give eachother blowies

Let's Think of Something Better (ao3) - EverythingIsAsItWas

Summary: Dan Howell has no direction in life. No real friends, a job he hates, and suppressing a huge part of his identity, the end of summer 2009 is looming.

Then, he begins to see a boy in reflections, a boy with black hair and blue eyes he swears he could swim in. And then his entire world falls apart at the seams.

look at you // useless boy (ao3) - skygremlin

Summary: There’s something different about Dan when he’s in drag - maybe it’s the confidence of unlocking a different side of him that makes him want to dial up the flirting and the teasing, who knows. Phil’s always had a thing for Sister Daniel, so it’s not all that surprising he’s just as into this new persona Dan’s trying out after tour.

Lost in translation (and words) (ao3) - Maybeimyours

Summary: Dan suddenly wishes he was the forensic linguist to decipher what the hell Phil meant in his intentions.

Dan, in his second year of Law school, getting to work with a small team and for work more in the sense of work for them. He doesn’t mind much, yet meeting Phil, a Forensic Linguistic expert, somehow makes him question all his own boundaries and have a crash out on the daily basics, on the verge of quitting and spending time with Phil Dan has to make a decision.

Lying Makes You Go to Hell (ao3) - skygremlin

Summary: Dan and Phil accidentally summoned a demon while making a DanAndPhilCRAFTS video in 2017. Dealing with the pressure of moving apartments, touring the world, coming out, and a stressful lockdown, they were stuck living with a pizza-loving, goat-shaped roommate from the underworld for seven long years. Keeping it a secret and keeping a demon in check was nearly enough to make them snap. When they returned to crafting in 2024, they weren’t summoning a demon - they were finally banishing him back to hell.

next to me (ao3) - afestivequest

Summary: “Well. Here we are.”

“You, me and everything between us,” Dan says, gesturing between them.

In 2014, Dan and Phil break up.

Five years later, Phil checks in.

One more? (ao3) - dipnpip

Summary: Dan and Phil have a cozy winter visit with the Lesters after tour. They get a little tipsy and sweet. <3

Praise With Your Body (ao3) - galacticneighbor

Summary: Phil has a thing for being called Angel.

Sister Daniel doesn't mind getting on her knees for him.

raised by other beasts (ao3) - youreabadliar

Summary: They deserve a holiday, just the two of them, and Phil wants Dan all to himself.

Safe With Me (ao3) - Sillylittleroomba

Summary: Dan and Phil have always had two bedrooms, but that doesn't mean much.

Or: Phil can't sleep on the first night back home during their Christmas break from tour. Dan is always the solution to this problem.

A frankly irresponsible amount of domestic fluff, occurring in a world where Phil didn't have Covid over Christmas.

Scrape me (ao3) - Frog910

Summary: Dan goes for his check up at the dentist, with his dentist. Phil Lester. It's not his fault Dan is weird. That he finds going to the dentist hot, and he gets bothered by the commands.

So let them talk (ao3) - skygremlin

Summary: Phil wants to watch the process of Dan transforming into Sister Daniel, but having only done it alone off-camera or quickly backstage, Dan’s not quite sure how to go about it without feeling burned out and just done with the whole concept. But with a little bit of time, patience, and letting go of old habits, creating a new persona without the pressure of performing for cameras and lights might just open up new possibilities and bring back the energy he felt that first night in Nashville.

True Beauty Lies Beneath the Skin (ao3) - phansauce97

Summary: We're bringing back Punk AU's, folks, in which Phil Lester is lead guitar player in the popular British pop-punk band, Runaway Exorcist. The band continues to gain more fame day by day, and Phil couldn't be happier with his position in life, after recovering from an unimaginable tragedy and fighting many demons along the way. But even now, there are many gaps that Phil finds missing in his life, and his yearning to fill that gap only grows with each passing day that it remains empty...

Dan Howell is a tattoo artist and body piercer at Zombified Tattoos and Piercings, a popular shop in London. New to the tattoo scene, Dan proves himself to be extremely talented and quickly gains popularity. However, Dan has a bit of a secret. Well, it's not really a "secret" per-se, but it isn't something he tells just anyone either. When a post-tour Phil Lester walks into Zombified looking for some new ink, he and Dan...don't have the best first encounter.

When Dan discovers he and Phil can relate to each other on a more deeper and personal level though, and that Phil has many "secrets" too, they find both their gaps fading, realizing that letting someone in might not be so scary after all.

Toothpaste (ao3) - emotoangel

Summary: Dan and Phil uploaded that photo of them in the bathroom with Phil brushing his teeth and I had some thoughts about it, so now you all have to read those too.

we'll be just fine (i know that we will) (ao3) - fastforwardty

Summary: Phil wants to buy a house, but he wants Dan to be happy more.

Prompt: The lead can’t use the word love or an equivalent. What terms/actions do they use instead to express this feeling?

Well, My Sweet Baby Wears Fishnet Stockings (ao3) - imademon

Summary: '“This is for my medical condition, you freak.” He would tease, as he slowly pulled his socks up around his legs. He found out they were a must during sex after fainting on multiple occasions when getting up to clean the lube and come off himself."

Werewolves of London (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: “I am not a werewolf,” Dan says.

“You are, though,” Phil says. Again.

“No, I’m not,” Dan says, insistent. “Because werewolves aren’t real.”

When the Moon Fell In Love With The Sun (ao3) - deputysean

Summary: 2009 era- skype/msn (pre October 19th)

"A ray of hope, like sunshine escaping the clouds on a stormy day. Phil knew how to warm up Dan’s bad weather in a way he never thought possible."

you said love was a question (the answer was everything) (ao3) - jonsaremembers

Summary: Five times Dan didn't propose...and one time he did.

You've got a squeak-ret admirer (ao3) - skygremlin

Summary: When Phil's going to make himself breakfast, he finds a cute little Valentine's card on the kitchen counter. And then another, and another, and another...

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfic #phan #phanfiction #dan and phil #masterlists #2025!phan #2025!phan masterlist

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astro-tag-9 · 5 months ago

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The sings as songs with three word titles

Aries sun: Tulips & Roses - G-Eazy Aries moon: bet u wanna - Sabrina Carpenter Aries rising: Trouble For Me - Britney Spears Aries Mercury: Like A Prayer - Madonna Aries mars: That's So True - Gracie Abrams Taurus sun: Please Please Plesae - Sabrina Carpenter Taurus moon: pretty isn't pretty - Olivia Rodrigo Taurus rising: Heart of Gold - Shawn Mendes Taurus Mercury: Tulsa Jesus Freak - Lana Del Rey Taurus mars: Me Before You - Bleachers Gemini sun: Never Ending Circles - CHVRCHES Gemini moon: Anything Could Happen - Ellie Goulding Gemini rising: Forget About Me - Aluna, Diplo, Durante, AlunaGeorge Gemini mercury: Everything is Everything - G-eazy, Goody Grace Gemini mars: Stop And Stare - OneRepublic Cancer sun: Summer's Little Angel - Steve Forde Cancer moon: Girl On Fire - Kameron Marlowe Cancer rising: Read Your Mind - Sabrina Carpenter Cancer mercury: Cancer mars: So High School - Taylor Swift Leo sun: Good Luck, Babe! - Chappell Roan Leo moon: Would've, Could've, Should've - Taylor Swift Leo rising: Slow It Down - Benson Boone Leo Mercury: Lost and Found - Train Leo mars: Dance With Me - Tones & I Virgo sun: One Particular Harbor - Jimmy Buffett Virgo moon: I'd Rather Overdose - Honestav, Z Virgo rising: I Get High - The Tones & I Virgo mercury: Less Than Zero - The Weeknd Virgo mars: Black Bathing Suit - Lana Del Rey Libra sun: Rose Colored Lenses - Miley Cyrus Libra moon: Bad For Business - Sabrina Carpenter Libra rising: Everything I Love - Morgan Wallen Libra mercury: Street Called Main - Keith Urban Libra mars: So Long, London - Taylor Swift Scorpio sun: The Color Violet - Tory Lanez Scorpio moon: Love is embarrassing - Olivia Rodrigo Scorpio rising: Girl Next Door - Saving Jane Scorpio Mercury: The Black Dog - Taylor Swift Scorpio mars: As It Was - Harry Styles Sagittarius sun: Here Without You - 3 Doors Down Sagittarius moon: Dance With Darkness - Skrizzly Adams Sagittarius rising: Can't Be Tamed - Miley Cyrus Sagittarius Mercury: Guilty As Sin? - Taylor Swift Sagittarius mars: In Your Eyes - The Weeknd Capricorn sun: Marina Del Rey - George Strait Capricorn moon: Livin' The Dream - Morgan Wallen Capricorn rising: If By Chance - Ruth B Capricorn mercury: Heads Will Roll - Yeah Yeah Yeahs Capricorn mars: Best Song Ever - One Direction Aquarius sun: Late Night Talking - Harry Styles Aquarius moon: How To Disappear - Lana Del Rey Aquarius rising: In The Night - The Weeknd Aquarius Mercury: Leave A Trace - CHVRCHES Aquarius mars: Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye - Luke Bryan Pisces sun: Close To You - Gracie Abrams Pisces moon: Tell Me Why - Taylor Swift Pisces rising: Dream Of You - Josha Daniel Pisces mercury: Lie To Girls - Sabrina Carpenter Pisces mars: Back To December - Taylor Swift Moon in the 1st house: Hey There Deliliah - Plain White T's Moon in the 2nd house: Makes Me Wonder - Maroon 5 Moon in the 3rd house: One Number Away - Luke Combs Moon in the 4th house: Somebody Told Me - The Killers Moon in the 5th house: Matt and Audie - Zach Bryan Moon in the 6th house: Eyes On You - Chase Rice Moon in the 7th house: Something Like That - Tenille Arts Moon in the 8th house: Thinking Of You - Katy Perry Moon in the 9th house: Sooner Or Later - The Grass Roots Moon in the 10th house: Making The Bed - Olivia Rodrigo Moon in the 11th house: Cigarettes & Feelings - The Haunt Moon in the 12th house: Just Another Girl - The Killers Mars in the 1st house: Touch Too Much - AC/DC Mars in the 2nd house: Dead On Arrival - Muscadine Bloodline Mars in the 3rd house: Champagne & Sunshine - PLVTINUM, Tarro Mars in the 4th house: Run For Cover - The Killers Mars in the 5th house: All The Time - Zach Bryan Mars in the 6th house: Hot N Cold - Katy Perry Mars in the 7th house: Die For Me - Post Malone, Halsey, Future Mars in the 8th house: Don't Blame Me - Taylor Swift Mars in the 9th house: Take Me Out - Franz Ferdinand Mars in the 10th house: Love Me More - Mitski Mars in the 11th house: Read My Mind - The Killers Mars in the 12th house: Say It Right - Nelly Furtado

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squirrellypoo · 1 year ago

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Ep8 "What Can The Damned Really Say To The Damned" rewatch thoughts (Part 2)

Here's my second set of things I noticed on my third rewatch! Part 1 is here if you missed it...

11. On Claudia's first visit to the forest, we can briefly see a red mark on one of the trees. When brightened up, it's clearly a handprint, in fresh blood. Edit: ah, it’s not blood but paint from the kids painting their hands and slapping trees to show how far they could go into the forest!

12. I totally missed that the BBC radio bulletin talks about looted art being loaded onto trucks to be taken back to Paris! So that’s how they knew to jump in a truck and be taken all the way there rather than just random hitch-hiking.

13. Morgan mentions that Louis's photo of Grace was printed onto albumen, by a glass-plate camera, and I was intrigued by this and wanted to learn more. If you're also interested, have a read of this Wikipedia article.

14. I thought I must've been missing some sort of reference in Daniel's “Maybe you’re just frosting the pie?” line (about Louis remembering Claudia dreaming), but Google has no evidence this is a saying? So it looks like this was just a Daniel-ism? How odd.

15. Ohhhhh it's a factory they're all camping in! That makes sense, with the thick walls and boiler room, but I couldn't quite work out whether it was a church or meeting hall or what.

16. Claudia is singing the Anna Anna nursery rhyme that the children just taught her in order to lure the pissing soldier into the woods. Nice touch!

17. Both soldiers from the woods are in Daciana's castle. First we see one in the room that Louis and Claudia pass through before the one on the table by the fire that she calls “a burnt tray of bread”. Guess this first guy just dies after a while? Or maybe Louis and Claudia finish him off?

18. In the Dubai bedroom, there’s nothing on Armand’s bedside table (nothing!) but on Louis’s side there are so many well-thumbed books, cascading from the nightstand onto the floor…

19. The TdV programme is for “Des Cris Dans Les Ténèbres!” (Shrieks in the Darkness). I love that the actual item is in French, but the posters up all around Paris are in English, because Louis would’ve translated them into English and that’s how he remembered them! The details! 🤌

20. In the truck scene, Louis is still healing from Daciana’s attack. It made me wonder how long it would take to drive (pre-motorways!) from Romania to Paris. So I looked it up, and using modern roads, but avoiding motorways, it'd take 31hrs straight. But they’d have to break to sleep somewhere safe in the day, and many of the roads and bridges would likely have been bombed and required detours, so I think we can assume it'd take several days to get there. So if Louis still isn't healed by the time we see them outside Paris, he is one seriously malnourished vampire. 😔 The blood really was bad there!

And that's my list of weird things I noticed in the first episode! Part 1 is here if you missed it, and do let me know in the notes if there's any of these you missed, too!

#interview with the vampire #iwtv #iwtv s2 #iwtv spoilers #louis de pointe du lac #claudia de pointe du lac #the vampire armand #daniel molloy

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readyforthegarden · 7 months ago

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When the Nightingale Sings - Part Seven

Pairing: Danny Wagner x F!Reader

Synopsis:Medieval AU! In a world where noble alliances dictate futures, you have been betrothed to Prince Emers, a man you barely know and certainly don’t love. As you travel towards the royal palace for your impending wedding, your journey is upended, causing you to run straight into a kind, lonesome hunter. With no choice but to trust him, you embark on a journey together towards the nearest village, navigating through the forest and it’s perils. As the solace you find in his companionship builds will you choose to honor your duty, or will you abandon everything you’ve ever know to follow your heart?

WC: 4600

Warnings: fighting, swordplay, angst

Your feet were carrying you on a mission, and if the rains through the night hadn’t matted down the dirt on the road, you surely would have been kicking up dust in your wake. Danny had still been asleep when you awoke, and you dressed quickly, dawning your cloak and heading through the tavern. Your guilt and shame had swirled into dreams of the criminals in the wood, the helpless and scared feelings that overcame you and propelled you through the dark early morning.

The forge was empty, and you felt a slight tug of guilt as you realized it was early, and Sam may be asleep. Yet it didn’t stop you from knocking on his door, using all your might. Thumps and shuffling could be heard from behind the door until the sound of sliding metal greeted you and the door opened. Sam squinted at you, barely awake, a grimace on his face. He was shirtless, still pulling his trousers up over his hips. Blinking a few times, he realized it was you in front of him, and looked around for Danny.

“I came alone,” you informed him as you raised the hood of your cloak to see him better. Sam’s eyes darted to you questioningly. “You make weapons, can you also teach how to wield them?” Sam crossed his arms over his chest, leaning in the doorway.

“I could,” he replied, stoic. He studied you closely, trying to figure out exactly what you wanted. “What would a princess need to wield a sword for?”

“A woman would need to wield a sword for protection.” you replied, rolling your shoulders back. “If I’m to be royalty it will mean I am also to be a target. I’ve already been scared for my life twice. Once I was lucky and the second time Danny was there to save me. I would like to learn as much as I can in the time I have here to make sure I never feel like that again.” Sam appraised you for a few moments before pushing off the frame of his door.

“Have you had breakfast yet?”

“I came straight here after I awoke.” you informed him with a shake of your head. Sam pushed his door farther open and stepped back.

“You’ll need to eat if we’re to train.” you entered Sam’s cottage, embracing the warmth as you stepped in from the chilly morning air. He shut the door behind you, gesturing towards the table. Lowering the hood of your cloak completely, you took a seat at the small square. Sam finished dressing, then moved to the fire, beginning to prepare the meal. As he moved about his home, you watched, studying the man in the quiet. His movements were different from Danny’s. Danny moved with purpose, heavy and propelling himself forward. Sam moved with confidence, his steps deliberate and graceful.

It wasn’t long before a plate of eggs and bacon was sat in front of you, Sam placing himself across the table with his own. A loaf of crusty, warmed bread was in the middle, and he cut himself a slice. Quietly, you thanked him for the food and began eating, your eyes to your plate as Sam’s were on you. It was his turn to study, it seemed.

“Tell me,” Sam finally broke the silence, chewing on a piece of bacon. Your eyes rose from the table to his. “Tell me about how you came upon Daniel and his cottage.”

“Danny told you already,” your forehead wrinkled in confusion. The corner of Sam’s mouth twitched into a smile before he spoke again.

“He did, but I would like to hear it from you,” he replied. “And what happened to make you wake a man up to teach you how to properly use a sword.” swallowing roughly, you nodded. You gave your story, finding it all spilling out in the presence of Sam. His warm brown eyes never wavered as he listened, taking in the details of your journey Danny had left out. Once you finished, Sam took a few moments, thinking over his next words.

Standing, he walked from the table and over to his workbench, picking up a long dagger and admiring it as he stepped towards you.

“You did not choose much of what this journey has brought you.” he mused, testing the weight of the sword in his palm. “Am I correct in stating that you’re now asking to learn this in case there are fewer choices in the future?” Your silence was all the answer he needed. “And will Daniel be privy to these training sessions?”

“I would rather he not,” you weren’t sure why you didn’t want him to know. Perhaps you didn’t want to have him see you struggle and fail as you learned. Or maybe still wanted to live in the small bubble you were in with him, protected from the harsh reality of your future separation.

“Leave your cloak here, it will be too heavy to maneuver with.” Sam cleared his throat with a nod. “Let’s get started.”

Sam, for all his grace, was a relentless tutor. Once he had taught you the basics with a wooden sword, he drilled them over and over again before even letting you try and spar. Your arms felt weak and sore as you parried his advances over and over again, heavy wood clunking against heavy wood.

“I think we should break for now,” Sam breathed, ragged from the exertion as a rooster called out the sunrise close by. “If Daniel hasn’t awoken by now, I’m sure Jacob has. You’ll want to make it back before they notice you’re gone.” You agreed, nodding and just as out of breath. Your hair was sticking to the sweat on your face and you longed for a hot bath in your room. Following Sam, you put up your sword and followed him back into the house, gathering your cloak.

As you fastened the clasp around your neck, your name left Sam’s mouth, catching your attention.

“May I ask you something?” you furrowed your brow and told him he could. Sam seemed to think over his words, trying to find the right phrasing for what he was curious about. “Do you have brothers or sisters?” the question surprised you, and you turned to face him fully.

“I had a brother.” you answered.

“Older?”

“Yes,”

“Did he ever chase you when you were young?”

“All the time,” you fought the smile that crept onto your face at the memory of running through the manor grounds with him.

“And when he caught you, what happened?”

“I ate a handful of mud, most of the time,” you laughed. “But sometimes I would gain the upper hand and whip him too,” Sam smiled as more laughter fell from your lips.

“You have a fighting spirit,” Sam informed you, his eyes locked onto yours. “It’s rare to see a lady with one. I think you’ll survive whatever being royalty will throw at you.” you paused for a moment.

“With your tutelage, I agree.” you opened the door to his home and stepped out before turning back. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Sam.”

“Aye, tomorrow morning.”

“Uuuggghhh,” Daniel awoke with a groan, his head pounding, waist sore. He slowly sat up, gingerly holding his side and blinked around the room. Bed was made, you were gone. A heavy feeling arose in his chest, and the night came flooding back to him. His lips were so close to yours, his heart thundering in his chest. It was his second attempt to kiss you, and this time, instead of being interrupted by vagrant criminals, it was you. The heavy feeling in his chest turned to an ache as the memory of your face turning away played over and over in slow motion in his head.

His spiral into guilt, shame, and embarrassment was cut off by a knock on the door, and a head poking through. Jake smiled at Danny as he stepped into the room.

“Good to see you survived the night,” Jake joked, making Danny roll his eyes as he began to cautiously raise himself from the furs. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I’ve been run over by a carriage with fourteen horses.” Danny groaned, sitting on the bed. “And then dragged through the city by it as well. Where’s-”

“She’s down with Fiora, helping with breakfast.” Jake answered before Danny could get the full question out. “I’ve been sent to retrieve you, for in her words, you’ll need a decent hearty meal to help heal.” Danny nodded, wincing a bit. He was torn. A part of him was dying to see you, needed to see you. He needed to apologize for being so forward last night. So forward you’d woken early and ran out before he could come back to consciousness. The other part of him wanted to hide himself away, perhaps start bunking in with Jake and never speak to you again for fear of embarrassing himself further.

Jake noticed the battle playing across Danny’s face, and walked across the room, nudging Danny’s foot with the toe of his boot.

“What’s the matter?” Jake asked, his brown eyes searching his friend’s face, as if trying to get through to his mind and decipher the thoughts himself. Danny bit his lip, and sighed.

“Last night, I was a little drunk,” Jake snorted, gesturing to Danny’s current state. “Okay, I was more than a little drunk, and we were talking by the fire, and I just….I tried to kiss her.” Jake’s jaw dropped, but he quickly shut his mouth and let it turn into a smirk.

“And?” Jake quirked an eyebrow at his friend who frowned and shook his head.

“She turned away,” Danny muttered. Jake pursed his lips, his arms crossing over his chest. “It was stupid, and I was drunk, and I think I just got carried away in the moment. We were talking about-,” Danny cut himself off, with a glance to a now ravenously curious Jake. It wasn’t his business about the letters you wrote to the prince. “It doesn’t matter what we spoke about, but I shouldn’t have done it.”

“Well I agree with her,” Jake shrugged simply. Danny glanced up at him incredulously. “She’s a lady, Daniel, you don’t try to woo her while drunk off your ass.”

“I shouldn’t be trying to woo her at all,” Danny groaned as he stood up. “She’s promised to another. A prince, for that matter.”

“You,” Jake stepped closer, clapping a hand on Danny’s shoulder, “are a good man, Daniel. You know very well that I’m a man of my word. But I do believe there are some promises that can be broken.” Danny stared into Jake’s eyes, catching the glimmer of mischief in the older man's eyes. Shrugging Jake’s hand off of his shoulder, Danny rolled his eyes and stepped around him.

“Not a promise to the prince.” Danny muttered as he left the room, forcing himself to go downstairs and find a seat at the main table in the tavern.

Fiora had already brought out place settings and a small platter of bacon, the smell of the meat and grease beaconing to Danny. Before he could sit, the kitchen door swung and you stepped out, a smile on your face and a basket of sliced, toasted bread in your hands. You stopped when you saw him, and Danny’s heart froze in his chest, afraid one small beat would send you running away. But instead of turning, you smiled and moved to the table.

“Good morning Danny,” you greeted. “How are you feeling?”

“‘M fine, thanks,” Danny gave you a sheepish smile.

“Have you checked your bandage? We should replace the honey over your cut and-” Danny stopped you as you moved to set the basket of bread down and move closer to inspect him.

“I’d like to have breakfast before I risk another sewing lesson.” he half-joked. It was your turn to sheepishly smile and nod.

“Of course, of course. Here, have some bread.” you held the basket out to him. Danny eyed it carefully before eyeing you, causing you to laugh. “I didn’t make it, Fiora did. Don’t worry, she told me all about leavening and its importance.” Danny chuckled and grabbed a piece from the basket before you set it to the table. Danny glanced around, noting the two of you were alone, and this could be the last time you were for hours.

“About last night,” he began quietly. You put up your hands in front of him, this time being the one to halt the conversation.

“Please, do not worry about it.” you insisted. “We both had a bit too much to drink, there’s nothing to be sorry about. It’s a new day so let’s move forward.”

“As you wish,” Danny nodded, taking a bite of the toasted bread and sitting down as Jake entered the room, a plate of scrambled eggs in his hands. Fiora trailed behind with a pitcher of water, beckoning you all to sit and enjoy the breakfast.

Your days started with Sam from then on. You would wake before Danny and creep out of the tavern, making your way to a hearty breakfast and lesson from the tall brunette. You were a quick learner, much to Sam’s surprise, though your parry was a bit too slow for his liking.

“Move quicker!” Sam shouted at you as he moved to attack. “There are people who are trained all their lives to kill with one blow.”

“I am trying!” you groaned, raising your blade to meet his with a loud clunk. “This stupid wooden sword is too heavy!”

“And you think steel will be any lighter when your life is on the line?” Sam countered with a grunt as he pushed you back. Annoyance bubbled up in your gut and you found your footing quickly and lunged forward, just as Sam jumped out of the way. You fell to the earth, sword falling from your hands as they reached out to brace your fall. Scrambling you crawled away before Sam’s boot caught your heel. You turned over, and came face to face with the tip of his wooden sword grazing your nose. “I am trying to prepare you for as much as I can, in what time we have left. You need to be more agile.”

You stared up at him, breathing heavily. You knew he was right, and you knew it was the embarrassment of being inexperienced getting to you. It burned your cheeks red and without thinking you twisted your ankle and rolled your body, bringing Sam down to the ground next to you. Grabbing your sword you untangled your legs from his and scrambled to your feet, pressing the tip of the blocky blade to his chest.

“How was that?” You asked as Sam blinked up at you, still trying to figure out how he was the one on his ass.

“Better,” he responded, raising a hand and pushing your sword away from him. He stood, finding his own weapon and walking back to the middle of the forge. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting an orange hue beyond the trees, and lighting Sam’s silhouette up as if he were an angel. You watched as he tossed down the wooden sword onto his work table, grabbing a small rag and wiping the sweat from his forehead.

“Are we done already?” The rooster hadn’t crowed yet, the usual signal to end your training.

“With weapons, yes.” Sam sniffed, tossing the rag onto the table and walking forward. “Your skill seems to be in hand to hand, so I want you to show me what you can do.” He took on a fighting stance and your eyes widened.

Using your panic against you, Sam rushed towards you. With a squeal of surprise, you dodged his grasp, turning and facing him again as he skidded to a halt where you had been standing. He lunged again and you bolted, trying to run past him towards the gate to the forge. His arm shot out, grabbing your waist and pulling you back.

You wriggled and pawed at his large hands clasped over your stomach as he began to haul you back. You tried headbutting, tossing your head back but he kept dodging.

“You can get out of this,” Sam told you, “Come on, you can do this.” His arms tightened and you gave up on trying to pry his fingers up. Wriggling more, you kicked your legs back, making contact with His shins. Sam grunted in pain but didn’t let go. Tightening your hands into fists, you began twisting your body back and forth, attempting to loosen his grip. You could feel his arms tense, trying to keep you in place. Your elbows began flying back as you twisted, and you tried to put as much pressure into the blow as you could, coming in contact with Sam’s shoulder.

With a gasp, his grip loosened and you dropped back to your feet, spinning and kicking a foot up to his chest to knock him back further. Sam clutched his chest, gasping for breath as he dropped to his bottom on the ground. As your fight or flight mentality waned, your hands covered your mouth at the sight of him.

“Oh, I’m sorry Sam! Did I hurt you?!” You began to step forward as he raised a hand up for you to pause.

“I’m okay, just a bit winded,” his voice was raspy. He went to speak again, but was cut off by another voice.

“What a lovely morning,” your head snapped over to see Josh leaning over the fencing of the forge, a smile on his face. “Here I come to have breakfast with my little brother, and get to see him knocked on his arse!”

“No one invited you for breakfast,” Sam grunted as he staggered back to his feet. Josh shrugged in response.

“I was out of eggs, and knew you’d have some.”

“And why not go to Jake’s before leaving the village to find me?” Sam quirked an eyebrow. Josh pursed his lips as his eyes danced over to you. “Surely he’s closer?”

“Perhaps I had the vision of a cloaked maiden heading towards the forge, thought it was odd to see one going to you and not scurrying back home at such an early hour.” Sam shot his eldest brother with a look of disdain. “And I come to find yet another peculiar sight of a woman trying to get away from you.”

“He was not harming me, Josh.” You stepped closer to the fence. “I promise you he was not.” Josh looked between you and Sam, waiting for a further explanation. “I’ve asked Sam to train me so that I may protect myself in the future. It is nothing more than that.”

“I see,” Josh’s eyes softened. “Regardless it was a wonderful sight to see your boot in his chest. However if you’ve grown so much as a millimeter in size from this training I’ll flog you myself. I’ve already cut your fabrics.”

“She’ll fit in your frocks just fine, Josh.” Sam rolled his eyes as the rooster crowed. “That’ll be the end of our training, love. Go fetch your cloak and hurry back before Daniel is awake.”

“Wait, Danny doesn’t know about this?” Both you and Sam shook your heads. Josh was quiet for a few moments before speaking. “Yes, go and fetch your cloak. And bring some eggs with you as well, I will escort you back to town.” Feeling like a child about to be scolded, you followed Sam back into his cottage, adorned your cloak and took the three eggs he offered to his brother before meeting Josh at the door.

The walk back into town was quiet. Josh seemed to enjoy letting your anxiety build, letting the questions he wanted to ask dance between you. When you were closer to the tavern, you began to break away, yet Josh’s hand grasped your arm, and tugged you towards his shop.

“If you’re to be keeping a secret, you’ll need an alibi,” he winked at you. “And besides, I need to know if you’ve grown in the past week.”

Once inside, Josh set the eggs down in one of the counters, letting them sit and tugged you to his work desk. His hands reached up, unclamping your cloak for you and he draped it over the back of his chair before standing back and looking at you.

“You’ve got dirt all over you.” Josh clicked his tongue. “You’re not trying very hard to keep this a secret, going home like that?”

“I-“

“Jake told me you’d been sneaking out early,” Josh sighed. “He saw you the other morning and came to tell me while he was running errands. He thought you and Sam were…” Josh waved a hand in the air, dismissing the unspoken claim of a love affair. “Why else would you leave in darkness and shadow and return smelling of sweat?”

“I knew it would look bad,” you admitted, blush crawling up your cheeks. “But I wanted to do this on my own.”

“Well, I watched you go, and then got tired of waiting for you to pass by on your way back and found you. Why hide this from Danny?” The words fell from your lips before you truly understood what you were saying.

“I don’t want him to see me as helpless anymore.” you felt tears sting your eyes as you willed them away, your mind still trying to make sense of your new confession. “The idea of him watching me fail to protect myself…I don’t understand why but I could not bear it.” Josh leaned into the Kiszka trait of studying, and took in your state before sighing softly.

“There’s a basin in that room.” He pointed to a door on the far side of the room. “I’ve prepared water for my bath, but I think you could use it more. When you’re finished, I’ll have clothes for you.” His tone was soft yet firm, and you found yourself following his directions, feet moving on their own.

The bath was just what you needed after training, wiping the grime and dirt off of you, cleaning your face and hair and enjoying the warmth that had escaped you in the morning air. Josh had quickly dipped into the room, placing a towel and the clothes he promised on his bed and quickly leaving you alone again. Once the water began to lose its steam, you got out and dried off before dressing, the garments fitting perfectly. You hadn’t felt as comfortable in clothing since you could remember, and as you laced the front of the bodice, you realized he had made them for you specifically.

The bodice and skirt were a pale blue color, the tunic beneath a soft ivory. The lace he accompanied with the bodice was a matching blue, and you smiled. It was the dress before your gown, a test of the colors, you thought as you emerged from his bedroom. Josh was sitting at his desk, scribbling away on a sheet of parchment. A creak in the floorboards under your feet had his head raise, and even he couldn’t hold back the sparkle in eyes.

“Yes, the blue silk will look gorgeous,” he murmured. “Come, let’s do something with that hair.”

“I can just braid it,” Josh rolled his eyes.

“I will not have your braids drip on my fabric.” Your confused face made him huff an impatient breath. “If you are to be here I’m going to use you to pin your gown for sewing. Might as well make your alibi all the more plausible.” You nodded in understanding and Josh stood, moving past you to his bedroom then back again, a comb in hand. He had you sit on the small stool he used to hem gowns and began combing your hair.

His fingers were gentle and comforting, smoothing through your hair as he twisted and wove strands. You felt the pinch and scrape of hair pins across your scalp, and within minutes your hair had been braided and wrapped at the top of your head as a crown, placing a matching blue bow to your bodice at the base. Coming in front of you, Josh admired his work, before gently tugging a few slim strands out, letting the loose waves frame your face.

“There, no water on my silks.” he smiled before instructing you to stand. He moved around the room, collecting pieces of your dress. As he worked, you tried to decide if you should tell Danny about your training, seeing as everyone else seemed to know. The struggle must have shown on your face, because as Josh glanced up to you, he sighed.

“For what it’s worth, I don’t believe Daniel thinks you’re helpless.” he murmured, pins in the corner of his mouth. “In fact I think he’s quite in awe of your bravery since meeting you.”

“Please,” you shook your head. “I’ve been a damsel in distress running through the woods.” Josh stepped back, taking the pins from his mouth as he looked at the garment and then you.

“My dear, do I need to remind you that you stabbed a man?”

“He was going to hurt Danny,” you countered and Josh shrugged, his demeanor changing suddenly.

“Maybe, but what should you care if he did or not?” The question ignited a flame of anger and indignation in you.

“Because I lo-“ the words halted on your tongue as Josh watched you closely. You tampered the flames back down and cleared your throat. “I have grown to care for him very much.”

“Ah, I see.” Josh knelt down, beginning to place the skirts. He let the silence fall as he guided the silk around you. Just as it was feeling comfortable, he spoke up again, ruining the allusion of peace. “What would be so bad in letting yourself love him?” Josh said the word you couldn’t, and you could already feel the crack in your heart deepening.

“What use would it be?” you whispered back, fighting the forming lump in your throat. “Why torment myself with a dream just to have it ripped away like everything else?”

“You don’t have to marry Prince Emers,” Josh’s brows furrowed as you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“I have a duty to my family.” shaking your head you averted your eyes from his, knowing the brown pools would draw you in further to the conversation.

“For all you know they think you’re dead,” Josh argued back. “A ghost owes the living nothing.” Josh left the conversation there, finally allowing the silence to settle. Once he was through with you, he sent you back off to the tavern, but not before imparting another crumb of his wisdom.

“I think, above all else, we have a duty to be true to ourselves.” he murmured, moving his head and keeping eye contact with you as you tried to avoid his gaze. His hand reached out, cupping your chin and making you look directly at him. “It’s the only way to find happiness in this life.”

“I was taught very young that happiness is just a wish,” you replied. Josh’s frown deepened as his hand moved from your chin to cup your face.

“The good thing about that then,” he responded, the corner of his mouth turning up in a small smile. “is that wishes can come true.”

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gilly-moon · 1 year ago

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For Vlad and Danny, or pompep if you're interested, night I ask for:

29, 92, or 97?

~harley

I am realizing I have NO confidence in writing these two together so this really felt like a practice piece?? Tried to throw in some hints of Pompep though, I hope it's any good!

29 : “You’ll end up dead if you keep that up and it won’t even be at my hands.”

Danny had the final boss of Doomed 2 down to a sliver of its health bar when Vlad Plasmius came skidding out of the Ghost Portal.

“You have got to be kidding me,” he groaned, yanking off his headset and mourning the hours of progress lost as ‘Game Over’ appeared in bold letters across the computer monitor.

Phasing into his ghost form, he turned with an ectoblast already gathering in his palms. Across the room, a cart of spare gadget parts had been knocked over, several glass beakers shattered across the floor beside it. Vlad was pulling himself up against the far counter of the lab, fangs bared and red eyes glowing.

“It’s three in the morning, asshole,” Danny grumbled. “Let’s make this quick.”

Danny thrust his hands out, the blast of energy narrowly missing Vlad as he lurched sideways. The movement was sluggish - a far cry from Vlad’s typical ease and grace in battle. He almost seemed tired, though the arc of energy he released with a sweep of his arm was just as intense as usual. Danny dove down to avoid it, the heat of the blast singeing a few of his hairs.

“How wonderful,” the older halfa sneered. “We actually agree on something!”

Danny phased into the floor to avoid a barrage of pink blasts. When he emerged from the wall behind Vlad, it was easier than anticipated to land a blow between his shoulderblades, knocking him forward onto his knees. Vlad cried out from the impact, clutching at his stomach.

His stomach?

“Feeling a little off your game tonight, fruit loop? Need some tums for your tummy ache?”

When Vlad didn’t respond or stand up immediately, Danny moved cautiously around him, still on guard in case this was another of Vlad’s stupid schemes to catch him by surprise. His fists dropped as soon as he saw the pink ectoplasm dripping onto the floor.

“What the hell, Vlad?”

“Shut up, Daniel,” Vlad growled, his hand still pressed over the wound on his abdomen.

It must've been deep, considering the sizeable stain on Vlad’s front and the growing pool between his knees. Their fight must’ve reopened it, or maybe Danny just hadn’t been looking close enough to notice it until now.

Studying its vibrant color, Danny realized he’d never even considered whether Plasmius could bleed. He’d never landed a blow on the halfa that would cause anything more serious than some scratches and bruises.

Someone must’ve been really determined to kill Vlad.

“You pissed off another ghost in the Zone, didn’t you?” Danny accused, unsure if this new development was hilarious or annoying. “Who the hell did you piss off? Was it Dora? I’ll have to thank her later.”

Vlad scoffed, eyes narrowing. “I would not be maimed by an emotionally unstable dragon.”

“But you did piss someone off. And you really thought it was the best idea to come here and pick another fight?”

Vlad didn’t reply, gritting his teeth as he slumped back against the counter. Now that Danny had a moment to really look, he could see Vlad’s outfit was covered in rips and burns, scratches torn through his cape and across his shoulder. One of his cheeks looked heavily bruised, the skin already darkening beneath his eye.

“You’ll end up dead all over again if you keep that up,” Danny said, phasing back into a human. “And it won’t even be at my hands.”

Grabbing a clean work rag from one of the cabinets beside Vlad, he knelt down and held it out, a metaphorical olive branch. Vlad eyed the cloth, but didn’t reach for it despite the ghostly plasma oozing between his fingers.

“I don’t need any lectures from a C-average teenager who failed his English midterm last week.”

“God, you’re such a creep.”

Danny sighed, scooting closer and forcibly lifting Vlad’s arm so he could press the cloth over the nasty-looking laceration - definitely made by a set of well-sharpened claws. He was met with little resistance, though it was hardly a surprise considering the tremor in Vlad’s hands and the choked-off yelp when his stomach was exposed.

Thankfully the wound was already healing, but if Vlad returned to his human form too soon they’d been in a far stickier situation. Danny tried to convince himself he was just helping so his parents and Jazz wouldn’t find out when he had to call an ambulance for the wounded billionaire in their basement, and not because he was actually worried.

What was he getting himself into?

“You attacked me,” Vlad said, his voice somewhat strained.

“What?”

Danny looked up, his hands shifting slightly where they pressed over Vlad’s stomach. The older halfa tensed, fangs bared and fingers scraping over the floor. If Danny’s eyes lingered on the muscles flexing along his neck for a moment too long, neither of them mentioned it.

“I didn’t come here for a fight.” Red eyes peeled slowly open, staring at the ceiling. “Have I ever come into your home just to fight you?”

“Does it matter?” Danny pressed his hands down a little more, definitely not just to see Vlad squirm again. “You’ve come here before just to threaten me. Close enough.”

The short breath Vlad exhaled might’ve been a laugh.

“Touché,” he conceded. “But my initial point still stands - you threw the first blow this time.”

Danny caught his lip between his teeth, retracing the last several minutes and realizing that the stupid vampire was right.

“So, what?”

“So, dear boy…” Vlad’s hand found his bicep, wrapping around it completely as the other curved over the back of his neck, keeping him in place. “I’d say that means you owe me a favor.”

“I’m already trying to save your life here,” Danny said, trying not to think about the heat spreading up his arm and across his shoulders. His gaze flicked up and got stuck on the sight of Vlad’s hooded eyes aimed at his neck.

“Your father still hides bottles of alcohol behind the kitchen cleaners upstairs, yes?”

Danny’s brow furrowed quizzically, some of the heat in his body dissipating.

“Y-yeah, but -”

“Be a dear and grab me the darkest bottle of red wine you can find, hm? To help take the edge off.”

The gloved hands release him, leaving something warm and sticky behind. Danny stood, hesitating with a barely-formed protest on his lips. He swallowed it in defeat, turning on his heel and marching up the stairs.

Only when he reached the top did he remember it was still three in the fucking morning and Vlad Plasmius was in his basement. He considered calling on Tucker, who was bound to be awake, or sneaking upstairs to wake Jazz. It only took a moment to decide against either. There was something unappealing about the idea of letting anyone else see Vlad in such a vulnerable state.

That in itself was a thought that made him pause as he squatted in front of the cabinet storing various cleaners and a few crusty pairs of rubber gloves.

Why hadn’t he finished what he started? Vlad was weak. Danny could’ve taken him down with one more blast and shoved him right back into the ghost zone. It would’ve been quicker, easier, and far more simple than whatever he was doing now.

The memory of a hand wrapped thumb-to-fingers around his bicep sent blood rushing to his cheeks.

“Shut up,” he grumbled at his own mind, snatching the first bottle of red wine he spotted.

His dad sure thought he was clever with his hiding places. Though he certainly wasn’t clever enough to notice the handful of times Danny had taken sips from any of the already open bottles. Surely he wouldn’t notice one missing thing of wine, either.

“Just get him his booze and get out,” Danny muttered to himself as he crept back down the stairs. Better to end this interaction soon, before something really weird happened.

Apparently Vlad had thought so, too.

The lab was empty when Danny emerged from the stairwell. It was only him, the faint eerie wail of the ghost portal, and a smeared pool of pink ectoplasm.

Heaving a sigh, Danny ripped the foil off the wine bottle, phasing the cork out from the neck and taking one long swig. He frowned when the rich taste and the burn of alcohol reminded him of one deeply annoying, vampiric halfa.

Slamming the bottle down on the nearest surface and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Danny glared at the ghost blood streaked across the floor.

“I’m gonna kill him.”

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