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Summary: Back at the haunted house in the off-season, Danny and the boys are working on repairs to the set. You're still a scaredy-cat, and Danny's still your biggest fan. || Sequel to Kitkat

Pairings: Danny x Reader | Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort | Word Count: 6k | Warnings: anxiety, general Halloween spookiness

A/N: Danny and Kitkat are back!! When I first introduced them, I was so humbled and delighted by how much you guys loved them. I hope this sequel does justice to how much love you've lavished on them, and I hope you love it too! ♡

Can you make it through the woods of horror? Enter if you dare!

You smiled to yourself as you passed the signs along the winding country road, watching each slogan become more and more threatening the closer you came to the most highly rated haunted house in your state. They didn’t seem very ominous in the golden light of late afternoon; despite their menacing promises of terror and danger, you found yourself looking forward to reaching the place they advertised.

Of course, that hadn't been true the first time you came down this road nearly two months ago; that night, you’d already worked yourself into an anxious spin just reading the signs before you’d even stepped foot on the property. Still, it had worked out alright in the end; so well, in fact, that you had willingly made many trips back despite being the biggest scaredy-cat in the world.

Finding a parking spot in the near vacant, grassy lot was easy enough, and you carefully juggled the drink carrier out of the passenger seat and started the walk into the woods. The trees were a wash of vibrant color, fiery reds and oranges and yellows; the sunshine came dappled through the leaves, rays of honey-golden warmth on the path. You took a deep breath of the crisp air as you held the armful of coffees close, thankful for their cosy warmth against your chest as you walked.

After a few minutes of leisurely walking, using the shortcuts that Danny and the guys had shown you, you reached the gate that led to the set and couldn’t manage to open it just by pushing your hip against it. You knew the boys couldn’t be far; you heard strains of their conversation mixed in with the sounds of repair work being done. You got a better grip on the drink carrier, careful of the precarious ones on top, and called to them.

“Honey, I’m home!” you said, making your voice carry. “I have your presents!”

You heard jogging footsteps come up the path, and a second later, Sam rounded the corner. He opened the gate for you and gave you a sweet smile.

“Hey, kitkat,” he said. “Glad you could make it.”

You smiled. “Thanks,” you said. You nodded to the topmost coffee. “Yours is the one on top. Oatmilk, right?” You had the sudden thought that you might have gotten it wrong and felt terrible. “Unless it’s almond milk you usually get and I totally messed it up.”

“No, you didn’t,” he said quickly, taking it from you. “Oatmilk’s perfect, thank you. It’s really nice of you to bring us coffee, kitkat.”

“I figured you could use a little treat after working so hard all day,” you teased.

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, sure. Jake and Josh have spent more time writing music than repairing the set, but yeah, we’re working hard all right.”

You laughed as you started to walk with him towards the set the guys were working on. “You don’t think they can multitask?”

Sam grinned. “Have you met them?” He shook his head. “I mean, they’re writing some good stuff, so I guess I can't complain. But we’re also trying to get these sets repaired before Christmas.”

“What does Danny think?”

“Oh, you know Dan. He’s totally in the zone. He’ll have the whole place looking like Buckingham Palace by the end of the day.”

You smiled. “If Buckingham Palace was haunted.”

He laughed. “You’re getting the idea.”

The set was only a short walk from the gate, and when you reached it, you took a moment to look over the swampy pirate shack that looked much less threatening in the daylight than it had every other time you’d seen it. The boys had asked for overtime after the season was officially finished, getting a list of sets and props from the owners that needed repairs or new paint or just a little bit of cleaning. They'd been working their way through the woods for a few days, and when they were finished with the outdoor sets, they’d tackle the crown jewel of the haunted house up on the hill.

You noticed with amusement that Sam had been right about his brothers; they were working, putting a new coat of paint on the “beware of alligators” sign and the accompanying reptilian skull, but they were rather passionately working on the lyrics for a new song while they did. It was probably a good thing that the paint job could be passed off as “artistically sloppy” to fit with the ramshackle aesthetic.

“Here, glimmer twins,” you said, handing them each a cup of coffee. They gave you a pair of matching smiles.

“Aw, thanks, kitkat,” Jake said. He touched up a drip of red paint to make it a little more grisly. “How’s it looking?”

“Scary,” you said cheerfully. “How’s the songwriting?”

Jake laughed. “Good, actually. Too bad Josh isn’t as good at painting as he is at coming up with lyrics.”

Josh pointed an accusing paintbrush at his twin. “I’m terrific at painting, Jacob.”

Jake gave him a dry smile. “Start doing some, and then we can talk.”

“I’ve been painting all morning!” Josh said, gesticulating with the paintbrush again and sending drops of paint flying.

“Hey!” Sam protested. “You’re getting paint everywhere.”

“You could use a little paint on you, Sammy,” Josh teased. “The only reason you’re all pristine is because you’ve been too busy not painting to actually get anything on you.”

“Now, Josh, them’s fightin’ words,” Sam said in an exaggerated Texas twang. He took another paintbrush from the bucket and twirled it like a cowboy would spin his pistol. “This shack ain’t big enough fer the two of us.”

Smiling to yourself, you left the brothers to their playing and painting and bickering, walking around to the other side of the pirate shack to find your boyfriend. You followed the sound of a hammer and found Danny working on the porch, straddling the railing as he reached to put nails in a beam along the underside of the tin roof.

“Hey, Dan,” you called up to him. He didn’t answer, and you noticed he had earbuds in. You came closer and put your hand on his thigh.

He stopped hammering and looked down at you, his face breaking into a handsome smile when he saw you.

“Hi, honey,” he said, surprised and happy. He paused his music and put his earbuds in his pocket. “I didn’t know you were here yet.”

You felt yourself blush a little under the affection in his gaze, the warmth of his smile as he looked at you. Nearly a month after you’d made it official, you still got butterflies from how clearly he loved you and enjoyed your company.

“Here I am,” you said, almost shy. “What were you listening to?”

“Palomino,” he said. “First Aid Kit.” He kept one hand on the railing as he leaned close to kiss your nose. “I’m glad you’re here, kitkat.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of you, endeared to how sweet he always was to you. You presented him with your gift. “I brought you some coffee.”

“Aw, thanks honey,” he said. “Can you hold onto it for me until I’m done? I just have a couple more things to hang, and then I can take a break.”

“Can I stay with you while you do?” you asked, not wanting to be a bother while he worked. “I promise I won’t get in your way.”

He chuckled. “Of course you can stay.” He left his work for a moment to brush off the porch’s top step for you. “I’ll only be a few more minutes.”

You sat on the step and sipped your coffee, thankful for the warmth of your sweater as a chilly breeze fanned through the woods. Danny wore a long sleeved black shirt and jeans; you allowed yourself a long, pleasant moment of admiring how he looked in them, big and strong and limber, particularly enjoying the way the hem of his shirt rode up as he reached to hang decorations on the nails. His backwards baseball cap was the finishing touch on his mop of curls, and you liked to watch him focus on his work and look very handsome doing it.

“How’s it been going so far?” you asked.

He didn’t answer right away, and you thought maybe you should save conversation for when he was done.

“Is it distracting if I talk?”

“No,” he said, making sure the bear trap prop he was hanging was secure before looking over at you. “Sorry, I'm listening. We’ve made good progress today. I think we’ll be able to start on the house when we’re finished here.”

“Really?” you said, a little surprised. “I thought you still had the spider tunnel thing to work on.”

“That’s actually being completely torn down,” he said. He drove a nail in with a few hard whacks of the hammer and looked around for the decoration he was supposed to hang. “Can you hand me that shrunken head?”

“Oh, uh, sure.” You grimaced a little as you picked it out of the prop box. “If they’re tearing it down, what are they putting there instead?”

He took the head from you. “Thanks.” He tied a piece of fishing line to it, pulling it tight with his teeth. “I don't think they know what they’re changing it to yet, so there’s no work to do on it right now. They’re keeping the spider web tunnel, just making it shorter, and putting it between the house and the woods. So I guess we’ll have to do it when we do the house.”

You leaned against his thigh. “What do you think they should put in the spot it used to be? Or are you going to miss it being there?”

He smiled, and there was a little wryness to it that intrigued you.

“No, I don’t think I’ll miss it,” he said.

“You don’t like it?”

He shrugged. “It’s not my favorite scene. I think they should do an alien abduction thing in that spot.”

“Ooh, like a crop circle or something?” you asked. Though you didn’t like haunted houses, this one was a big part of your life since your boyfriend and three best friends spent a lot of their time there, and you'd kind of gotten into the idea side of things. “It could be like a corn maze with aliens in it.”

“Yeah, and when they snatch you, they take you to their ship to do experiments on you.” Danny wiggled his fingers at you. “Spooky.”

You laughed and took his hands in yours. “That’d probably get you lots and lots of kitkats, what do you think?” If any guest used the safeword, “kitkat”, the actors would stop scaring them and escort them out safely. That was how you’d met Danny, and the nickname had stuck.

He chuckled and gave you a kiss. “You’re the only kitkat I want. You know that.”

You gave a pleased hum and kissed him back. “Yeah, I do.”

After one more kiss, you let him get back to work, and when he was finished hanging the decorations he came to sit on the porch steps with you. You drank your coffee and talked for a while as the sun sank lower behind the trees; the air grew colder, and you snuggled close to Danny when he put an arm around you and tucked you close to his side.

“We should get dinner later,” he said. “I feel like I haven't seen you a lot this week.”

“Me too,” you said, playing absently with the macrame bracelet on his wrist. “What about pizza and a movie?”

“Sure.” He nuzzled against your cheek. “In my bedroom, not in the living room. I'm not in a sharing mood tonight.”

You smiled. “And what might you be asked to share, exactly?” Danny and the Kiszkas split rent on a big, beautiful old house, and you’d spent a lot of time over there since you all became friends.

“The pizza,” he said, matter-of-fact. “They’re not getting any.”

You laughed and turned your head to let him kiss you properly, and it took about two seconds of that for you to decide you weren’t in a sharing mood either. Jake, Josh, and Sam could fend for themselves as far as dinner was concerned.

Danny reluctantly pulled away after a few more deep kisses, and you protested by closing the distance again.

“Don’t go back to work,” you said, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

He gave you a wry smile. “Got to, honey. I want to at least get started on the house before it gets too dark.”

“How much longer?”

He gave you a goofy smooch. “Not long. You’re so sweet to be so patient, kitkat.”

“Fine,” you agreed, mollified by his affectionate tone and touch. “But all these kisses you could be giving me instead of working — I want double when we get back home.”

He smiled, showing crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes. “Yes ma'am.”

You put your hands against his cheeks. “Wait one more second, okay?”

He did as you said. You cradled his beloved face, studying the gold the sunshine brought out in his hazel irises.

“You want to know something?” you asked softly.

“Yeah,” he whispered back. “Tell me.”

You smiled. “You give me the honeyglow something awful, Danny.”

He gave a sweet laugh, and you loved the sound of it.

“What does that mean?” he asked. “I make you feel all melty and sweet and golden?”

“Something like that,” you agreed.

He kissed you tenderly. “Well, kitkat, you give me to the honeyglow too. I love you.”

Your sigh was dreamy and happy. “I love you too.”

Content with the promise of many more kisses later, you let him get back to work and helped the guys carry their tools up to the house. They wanted to get in as much work as they could before the sun set, and you didn’t mind, not really; you enjoyed keeping them company, despite the eerie atmosphere of the inside of the haunted house as it got darker outside.

“It’s missing something,” Danny said, standing back to survey the grisly surgery scene he’d just cleaned top to bottom. “What do you think, kitkat?”

Your expression scrunched in distaste, remembering the times you'd been jumpscared from a creepy doctor from behind the table. “It looks plenty scary to me.”

He gave you a fond smile. “Look at it from an artist's perspective,” he said. He pointed to a bare spot on the rack of rusty surgical instruments. “That space needs to be filled in.”

You tried to look at it as he'd said, ignoring the impulse to look away, and you had to admit he was right. “What are you going to put there?”

He shook his head. “I dunno. You want to come to the storage shed with me?”

“It’s my one and only dream,” you said dryly.

He grinned. “Attagirl. Let’s go find a bloody saw or something.”

You told the boys you were leaving for a minute, but you weren't sure they heard you as they tried to get a huge skeleton to stand up without toppling over every two seconds. Danny led you out of the house and towards the big storage shed full of props, pushing his shoulder against the door to get it to open.

He coughed a little as sawdust rained down from the ceiling. “Add this door to the list of ones that need fixing,” he said. “Good night!”

You followed him inside, feeling a little better when he pulled the chain on the overhead lightbulb. The props stacked high on shelves and hung on the walls were cast in a shadowed light, and you skirted them expertly as you helped Danny look for what he wanted.

“What about this?” he said, holding up a fake blood bag.

“Too small,” you said. “It's a pretty big spot to fill in.”

He tossed the bag back with the rest. “You’re right.”

You ventured towards the far end of the shed, looking with a critical eye through the props, and found that there was another doorway in the back wall.

“What’s in here?” you asked.

“More stuff,” he said, sifting through a box of sawed-off arms and ice picks. “This shed is actually two units stuck end to end.”

You looked through the doorway and saw something catching the light, shining faintly in the gloom — a gigantic pair of pliers painted to look recently used on some unfortunate soul.

“Hey, I think I might have found something,” you said. “In the other shed.”

He looked up from his searching. “You want me to go get it?”

“Nope,” you said stoutly. “I’m brave enough.”

He smiled. “Okay, honey. Don’t make yourself uncomfortable. If you get two steps in and ask for me, I won't even make fun of you.”

You snorted a laugh. “My hero.” You knew Danny would be nothing but kind, but surely you could handle a little walk into a dark shed full of creepy props. Right?

Getting inside the other shed turned out to be the least of your problems, since the pliers you wanted were sitting in a box on the top shelf of a very tall storage rack. You thought about asking Danny for help, since he would be able to reach them with ease, but you also wanted to get them yourself and have the bragging rights of retrieving the perfect prop. You stepped up on the bottom shelf and reached up, your fingers just grazing the handle.

“Come on,” you muttered. You stood on tiptoes and stretched out your hand — there! You grabbed the handle and pulled.

Your sense of triumph lasted half a second, because as you pulled the pliers down, the whole box came with it. You stumbled backwards to avoid the falling box, forgetting you were on the shelf and not on the floor, and careened backwards into something solid.

You whirled to see that you’d knocked into a giant Dracula, which was propped against the door you hadn’t noticed coming in. Like the world’s worst domino effect, the Dracula dummy listed to the side and swung against the door as it fell to the ground, bending the doorknob until it hung off-kilter. The door slammed closed with the momentum; the light from the other room was cut off, leaving you in complete darkness.

The effect was immediate. The prop room that had seemed harmlessly unsettling now became truly frightening, and you raced to the door to try and open it.

“Danny!” you called, starting to feel frantic. You tripped over something — Dracula, you guessed, or maybe the box — and searched feverishly for the doorknob.

It turned under your grip, and even though you knew it was Danny, the feeling of something moving without the ability to see it was nauseating.

“Kitkat?” came his voice, muffled through the door. “I’m right here, honey. Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

Your eyes welled with tears. “No, but I — I’m scared, Danny. Please get me out.”

“I’m trying, baby. Hold on.”

You heard him turn the doorknob this way and that, but the door still didn't open. Rationally, you knew that the doorknob was probably so bent that it was unusable, but the rational part of your brain wasn’t exactly in charge at the moment. You put your hand on the door and pleaded with him as if he wasn’t doing everything he could to get you out.

“Please hurry, Danny,” you all but sobbed. “Please get me out.”

“I’m trying, but I can’t — ” He swore. “I gotta get this doorknob off, honey. I’m going to get a screwdriver.”

“No! Don’t go.”

“I have to, sweetheart.” You heard his palm thump against the door. “Hey. You’re okay, kitkat. Take a few deep breaths for me, okay?”

You tried to do as he said, but they were choppy and uneven. “Danny,” you said pitifully.

“I know,” he said, and you knew his voice well enough to know he was upset. “Listen to me. I’m going to get you out just as quick as I can. Do you trust me?”

You nodded miserably, then remembered he couldn't see you. “Y-yes, Danny, I trust you.”

“There’s my brave girl. I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Okay,” you managed. “Please hurry.”

He didn't answer, and you hoped it was because he’d gone to get the screwdriver and not because he was questioning if he could leave you without sacrificing your sanity. It seemed a near thing at the moment — you wanted to stay put, but something brushed your face in the darkness, and you gave a shrill yelp and fell back against some other prop behind you.

The prop must have been set up with a motion sensor, and a gruesome clown face lit up and cackled at you. Your breath caught on a sob as you pulled back from it, stumbling over the box and the props on the floor. When you finally got your balance, you stood stock still and pressed your hands to your ears to try and block out the shrieking laugh of the clown face that seemed like it would never turn off.

“Kitkat!”

You heaved a sigh of intense relief when you heard his voice. “Danny!”

“Two seconds,” he said, already working on getting the doorknob off. It hit the floor with a metallic clang, but when he tried to open the door, the stupid Dracula mannequin blocked his way.

“There’s something in front of the door,” you said weakly. “Dracula.”

“What is it?” he asked. “Nevermind. Step back from the door, honey.”

You did, careful of the things on the floor you couldn’t see, and listened as Danny put his weight into muscling open the door. Finally, it opened with a wrenching sound that made you jump; you blinked in the light, dazed, still rooted to the spot as tears tracked down your face.

“Kitkat,” Danny said, stepping over Dracula and turning the clown head off, bringing its cackling to an abrupt end. He hovered near you, his hands extended cautiously as if he was afraid to touch you and make it worse. “Are you okay, honey? You’re not hurt, are you?”

“No, I’m not hurt,” you said in a small voice. Your expression crumpled. “Th-thank you for coming to get me, Danny.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” He gathered you in his arms then, holding you close as you grabbed a fistful of his shirt like a lifeline and gave into another round of crying. He ran his hands over your back, slow and gentle.

“I’m sorry you got stuck, baby,” he said, keeping his voice low and soothing. “That scared you pretty bad, huh?”

You nodded and pressed closer to him. He hugged you tight.

“Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if it wasn’t completely dark,” you said, your voice muffled against him. You shuddered at the memory of being locked in total darkness.

“Why didn't you turn on your flashlight?” he asked.

You looked up at him. “What?”

His smile was sympathetic and a little bemused. “The flashlight on your phone. You didn’t turn it on?”

“N-no,” you said, realizing you’d never even thought of it. You’d been so panicky that you hadn’t even used the light you carried with you all the time, and it made you feel stupid on top of everything else.

You hid behind your hands. “Great. I'm an idiot and a total wimp.”

Danny chuckled, and the sound was warm and colored with sympathy.

“My poor baby,” he said. “You just got scared, kitkat. It’s okay.”

“You wouldn't have gotten scared,” you said.

“Aw, well, I don't know. Getting locked in anywhere is kinda scary.” He gently tugged your hands away from your face and kissed the tears from your cheeks. “I’m sorry you got scared, honey.”

You put your arms around his neck. “Thanks for getting me. I’m sorry I’m such a scaredy-cat.”

“You don’t have to apologize, kitkat,” he said, gentle and amused. “I knew you were a scaredy-cat when I met you, and I still liked you just fine. I just wish I could have hulk-smashed the door open for you and rescued you like that.”

You gave a watery laugh, and he smiled and gave you a bear hug.

“There’s that smile I love so much,” he said. “Can I take you out of this creepy shed now?”

“Into the creepy house?” you asked. The sun had almost set, casting long shadows into the shed, and it wouldn’t be long before the house and the woods were completely dark too.

“No,” he said. “I figure you’ve been traumatized enough for one day. I’ll take you home.”

“To your home, right?”

He smiled. “Yeah, to my home. If that’s what you want.”

After another big squeeze, you unwound yourself from him so you could put the props to rights. He found the light, and in the amber glow of the bare bulb, you put the scattered props back in the box as he hefted Dracula into an upright position.

“No wonder this guy is in the very back,” he said, panting a little. “He weighs a freakin’ ton.”

You found the pair of pliers you'd been after and held them behind your back.

“You want to see what all this fuss was about anyway?” you asked.

He raised a brow. “Sure.”

You showed him the pliers, and his mouth tipped up in a crooked smile.

“Those are perfect, kitkat. Too bad you had to go through all that just to get them, though.”

You have a theatrical sigh. “The sacrifices I make for art.”

He laughed and took your hand as he closed up the shed, leading you back out to the dusky woods alive with birdsong and the drifting sound of your friends’ laughter. You followed their voices up to the house, thankful Danny was still holding your hand.

“Hey Dan?” you asked.

“Hm?”

“Can I ask you a question?”

He held the gate open for you. “Sure. Shoot.”

“If you’re not afraid of the dark or clowns or axe murderers or any of this stuff... what are you afraid of?”

He gave you a wry smile. “Not telling.”

You laughed. “But there is something, right? Not something fancy like the inevitability of failure or existential dread, but something normal, right?”

“There is something,” he admitted. “Something you’d probably never think of, because it's kind of stupid.”

“Oh, Danny, no,” you said kindly. “I wouldn't think it’s stupid. I'm scared of everything, so I’m probably scared of whatever it is too.”

He smiled. “Maybe. Tell you what — if you guess it correctly, I’ll tell you.”

“You promise?”

He gave a soft laugh. “Yes, kitkat, I promise.”

You found Sam and the twins working just outside the house, putting up the structure of the spider-web tunnel. They waved you over, telling Danny to get a move on to help them.

“We’re actually gonna head home,” Danny said. He held up the pliers. “I just have to put these in the surgery scene, and then we’re out of here.”

You reluctantly withdrew your hand from his. “I don't think I'll go with you to put those up.”

He smiled and kissed your cheek. “Okay, honey. I’ll be right back.”

You ventured over to where Jake, Josh, and Sam were working, watching as they fit PVC pipes together to make a few feet of tunnel. The trash bags nearby held swaths of cotton webs that went with the dozens of boxes of fake spiders.

You pulled one of the spiders out, studying the painted red eyes and big fangs.

“These aren’t so bad,” you said, kind of proud that you could hold it without flinching.

Josh grinned. “Hey, good for you, kitkat. You’re getting the hang of this haunted house thing.”

“I don't know,” you said with a laugh. You told them what had happened at the shed, and all three of them winced.

“Well, that’s not even the fun kind of scary,” Jake said. “I’m sorry, kitkat.”

“But you found ten-ton Dracula?” Sam asked, skating over the “locked in a dark storage shed” part of the story. “I’ve been wondering where he went.”

You rolled your eyes and gave him a fond smile. “Glad I could help.”

The first half of the tunnel’s structure was already finished, and you volunteered to string webbing over it until it looked like a gigantic spider’s nest. When Danny came back from his errand, you told him you wanted to stay for a little while and set it up.

“You sure?” he asked. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” you assured him. “Besides, you said you wanted to get a little more work done, and I think we found something I can do without losing my ever-loving mind.”

He smiled. “Okay. If you’re sure.” He glanced at the sinking sun. “I think we have maybe half an hour of light left.”

You all agreed to work for thirty more minutes, and there was a festive and companionable atmosphere as you put up the webs and made it look as spooky as you could. You quizzed Danny on what he was afraid of, guessing everything you were afraid of; the boys joined in the game with silly guesses like “tomato soup” and “a waterslide but instead of water it’s maple syrup”. Danny just laughed and said he wasn’t afraid of any of those things, though a few of them sounded downright unpleasant.

“I give up,” you said dramatically, sitting on an empty plastic tub. “You’re just not afraid of anything.”

“There’s something,” he assured you. “But I’m telling you, you’ll never guess. Especially considering what I do for a living.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I’ve got it. You’re afraid of drumsticks, aren’t you?”

He laughed, big and bright and joyful. “No, it’s not that. It doesn’t have to do with music.”

You kept thinking of things to guess as you worked, but you were distracted from your game when Jake started pulling out the spiders to put on the webs. He unearthed a huge fake spider from the box and made it sing “Boris the Spider” in his British accent, earning a round of laughter and cheers for such a good impression of The Who.

You looked over at Danny, intending to ask him what he thought of a slightly drunk-sounding British spider, but you were surprised to see a little uneasiness in his expression. You followed his gaze, trying to see what was making him nervous; the only thing in your vicinity was the spider in Jake’s hand.

“Danny?”

He looked from the spider to you. “Yeah, honey.”

“Are you... afraid of the fake spiders?”

He didn’t answer right away, and you knew you had him. He hadn’t hesitated answering any of the other guesses.

You gave a triumphant laugh. “Ha! I guessed it, didn’t I?”

You could have sworn you saw him blush. You pulled another spider out of the box and carried it over to him, watching his expression become more and more apprehensive the closer it got.

“You promised you would tell me if I got it right,” you said, a teasing lilt to your voice. You held the spider up, just inches from him. “Does this little guy freak you out, Daniel?”

He endured it for a few seconds before he batted it away. “Yes, fine, it freaks me out. You win.”

You laughed, not unkindly, and tossed the spider back in the box before you draped your arms over his shoulders.

“My poor baby,” you said, mimicking with affection the way he’d soothed you earlier. “I’m sorry I teased you with it. It’s okay if you’re scared of it.”

“I’m not scared, exactly,” he said, looking with distaste at the box overflowing with the plastic critters. “They’re just... creepy. They give me the heebie-jeebies.”

You smiled and gave him a consoling kiss. “My big guy’s one weakness,” you said, entirely amused. “Fake spiders. What about real spiders?”

He shrugged. “They’re fine.”

You laughed. “Of course they are.”

He watched your face, studying the lines and colors of joy he always brought out in it without even trying. His expression warmed, and you loved when you coaxed out a grudging smile.

“It’s dumb, right?” he asked.

You shook your head. “No way. I’m just surprised we found something you’re afraid of that I’m not afraid of.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, I guess that is pretty remarkable.” He kissed your cheek. “Now that you’ve uncovered my deepest, darkest secret, can we go home and order the deepest, dishiest pizza?”

You laughed. “Sure thing, honey.”

At home, you and Danny didn’t actually have the heart not to share your pizza with the boys; you got enough for everyone and watched a true crime documentary that had you hiding behind your hands during the more grisly parts.

“Okay, now I have to have a cleanse,” you said afterwards, rinsing off the plates to put them in the dishwasher. “I’m watching New Girl or something.”

Danny came up behind you and snuck a kiss under your jaw. “In my room,” he said, his voice low and meant only for you.

You gave a fluttery little laugh and pulled way when his kisses started to tickle. “Can I watch whatever I want?”

“Whatever you want,” he agreed. He bracketed you in with his arms, kissing along the column of your neck.

You considered that. “Can it be an old movie?”

“You could pick the most awful black and white silent film ever made and I absolutely would not care,” he promised. His hands snuck under the hem of your sweater and skated over your tummy, and despite how quickly you were warming to his touch, you couldn’t give up teasing him just yet.

“Okay, I know what I want to watch,” you said primly.

“Finally,” he said with a contented sigh, pulling you close to him. “What is it?”

You grinned. “The Giant Spider Invasion.”

He hummed in agreement. “Sure, honey, that sounds — ” He pulled back. “Wait, what?”

You couldn’t help but dissolve in giggles, and when his warm laugh joined in with yours, you felt the honeyglow something awful.

“Alright, trouble,” he said, kissing your cheek. “You’re a handful, you know that?”

“But I’m your handful.”

“Yes, kitkat. You’re my handful. You know what else?”

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

You smiled, feeling all melty and sweet and golden inside. “I love you too.”

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antimatterz · 1 year

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love and thunder

dan heng, gepard, blade x gn!reader

summary: the very first thunderstorm you ever experience upon arriving on a new planet terrifies you, but your lover is with you to get you through it.

cw: mentions of panic/anxiety, ooc blade probably

enyo's note: featuring my faves since this is self-indulgent.

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dan heng

as someone who has been on various planets already, the concept of thunder isn't entirely new to him. he's experienced thunderstorms before and isn't too fazed as thick clouds pack together in the sky threateningly.

for you, however, it was a first, and you look up at the sky warily.

as the first lightning cracks through the deck of clouds, you flinch harshly, and as thunder roars, you cling to dan heng in fright.

your sudden action startles the male, but he quickly catches on and instinctively wraps an arm around you securely.

"it's best if we go inside somewhere," he suggests, ans you follow him closely, flinching every time lightning cracks or thunder rumbles.

he leads you to a nearby inn, safely bringing you inside.

"we're safe here, y/n, it won't harm us."

you have a hard time believing him, though, and despite dan heng's attempts to soothe you, you remain frightened, clinging to the male for dear life.

he isn't too much into pda but since he hates seeing you so anxious, he makes an exception, wrapping both arms around you and holding you against his chest.

"shhh," he hushes as you tremble in his arms. "you're safe, y/n."

together you sit out the thunderstorm, and despite your fear, you feel relatively safe in dan heng's arms.

gepard landau

i don't know if thunderstorms are a thing on jarilo-vi, but let's pretend for the sake of this.

while gepard is used to them, you aren't, and you don't recognize the way the sky darkens, nor do you really understand why gepard suddenly urges to go inside.

but then the entire room lights up sharply, and the sound of thunder follows. you yelp, having no clue what the heck is going on.

you look at gepard with wide eyes, and the captain of the silvermane guards explains what's happening in the sky right now. well, it doesn't really aid in reassuring you since he makes it sound quite terrifying, and with the next roar of thunder you jump onto his lap and bury your face in his chest.

he knows very well that you're safe inside so he remains calm, which keeps you from freaking out completely, but you're still on edge and refuse to leave his lap.

kisses the top of your head reassuringly.

okay, the way you cling to him flusters him to no end but he sucks it up just for you. and besides, with your face buried in his chest it's not like you can see him blush, right?

mentally dies a little every time a silvermane guard walks by, but it's whatever, he does everything for your comfort.

he's so caring in the most endearingly awkward way, and despite your fear it gives you the butterflies. he's such a sweetheart when it comes to you!

together you wait for the storm to pass, and he's so relieved when you finally relax again.

blade

this guy has been everywhere across the universe in search of stellarons, and i'm pretty sure he's encountered a few thunderstorms along the road. plus, he's just not easily intimidated, so thunderstorms don't bother him at all.

i can see him struggling to understand what you find so scary about them, your instant fear is obvious and it takes him by surprise.

"bladie, what's happening?" you ask, voice trembling as another lightning bold pierces the sky.

"that's thunder, y/n," he replies. "first time seeing it?"

you nod, and blade knows enough.

he takes you to seek shelter somewhere, far away from the other stellaron hunters because seeing you like this kinda brings out his soft and doting side and he doesn't want anyone else to see that.

secretly finds the way you cling to him adorable, but he's nice enough not to coo at you while you're in such distress.

i think he's actually quite good at soothing you? like, he's so calm and unfazed and secretly so soft for you, and he mumbles sweet nothings into your ear and allows you to do whatever you please, such as playing with his hands or hair to keep yourself distracted.

at some point you're just leaning into his chest, watching the storm pass by in silence. you're still anxious, but blade reassures you every time another thunder rolls by and you somehow manage to get through it without completely losing your shit.

as the sky clears, he pats your head.

"you did well."

please appreciate this side of your bladie, as you don't get to see it too often.

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nerdieforpedro · 4 months

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He found a singing yellow Jasmine

Chapter One of Uncomplicated Mi Amor

My entire masterlist and blog is for readers 18 and up, MDNI

Word Count: approx 2k

Summary: Jasmine has come to her best friend’s wedding. It’s a lot. Javier finds where the music is coming from and sees something wonderful.

Warnings: meet cute at a wedding?, mentions of singing (it's one of my other hobbies ok?), eww Dan, a pensive Javi, kids man, shoes and how to get them to work for you (cue geeky finger guns)

Notes: Nerdie is not serious with these tags, only like two of them maybe. We're at the beginning, no worries. Everything is fine. No seriously it is. 👀 Trust me a little?

Main Masterlist/ Javier Pena Masterlist

The short breeze is gone much too soon as Jasmine sits on a bench outside of the wedding venue of her best friend Eliana and her new husband Issac. After performing the song her friend had wanted her to sing, she made her way slowly to the back of the wedding hall and slipped out as the bouquet was being thrown. The humidity extended not only to the outside but also the inside as well. There had been air conditioning and fans but the sheer number of people made it impossible to cool down.

Jasmine slips off her shoes a moment and rests her feet on top of the small rhinestones that dot her otherwise brown wedge heels. The tactile sensation is calming in addition to running her hands along her cotton dress. She hadn’t been able to do either as removing one’s shoes isn’t really socially acceptable and the hands appeared to give her tablemate Dan the wrong impression as he came looking for her and she was escaping from him too. She began humming to herself, nothing that was an actual song, just something to have some noise. As much as the sheer number of people and their noises had bothered her, sitting in complete silence makes her anxious.

Drawn by the sound and the sight of a place to sit after leaning against the tree, Javier shook off the back of his jacket and unbuttoned a second button of his powder blue dress shirt. He’d come as a favor to both his father and his sheriff. Loredo is a place where the community matters and after Columbia and his former life as a DEA agent, Pena was happy to belong to something where functioning as part of a group was valued over individual results. It took some adjusting on his part even being back a year, but he was making headway. He just didn’t really enjoy social settings as much as he once did, always with the past here, never forgetting Lorraine. Thankfully most people saw through that after a while and a different issue arose: his reputation as a womanizer. Which was untrue, he enjoyed the company of different women sometimes and no promises were made. If assumptions were, it wasn’t on his part.

Chucho and the sheriff, Jimmy, went back quite a ways. Javier was listless when her first arrived home for the second time, saying he wasn’t going anywhere this time. He’s home permanently. Chucho was happy but it concerned him after a few months. His son was rarely seen off the ranch, so came his call to Jimmy to see if there was a deputy sheriff job open for the younger Peña. Thankfully there was and it took some convincing on both men’s parts but soon Javier was part of the sheriff’s department. It was good for Javier to see and interact with more people, social functions were still a hurdle.

Peña felt that overall, he was definitely a different man than in Columbia. That Javi wasn’t needed here. He could be lighter if people would stop reminding him of what he’d been through and what they heard or assumed.

Following the soft voice, he sees the back of a woman in a bright yellow dress, her shoes off her feet and she’s currently taking her hair down. It’s black, coily and expands to three the size of the bun it was in. He makes sure to walk around the bench so she can see him as he approaches. Her full lips are painted a muted pink and she has gold eyeshadow with round cheeks and a chin. The singer’s skin had been loved by the sun more than his with toffee expanding from beyond her dress.

“Hola (hello), mind if I sit next to you hermosa (gorgeous)?” A flash of his trademark grin has her scoot over, nearly into the arm end of the bench. Her smile is nervous and he doesn’t want her to be, nor did he want her to move over at all. “You didn’t need to move. I’ve got plenty of room.” He gives it a beat to see if she’ll move back to her original spot and take back her space, when she doesn’t, he decides to ask, despite getting the feeling he might be intruding. This woman has got him curious, wondering usually isn’t a bad thing for him. “What song were you singing? It drew me over from my tree. It sounded beautiful.” He sat down and was looking forward when he began the question, turning to his left where she sat.

Jasmine felt more overheated than when she first came outside. A stranger, a tall and handsome stranger had sat down next to her and was now saying he’d heard her singing. He’d also called it beautiful and if she wasn’t mistaken he called her hermosa. That part could be just him being polite. Moving back over and closer to her shoes, she kept a distance from him, but not as much as before. “It wasn’t any song really. Just something I was singing to fill in the silence.” Her hands are flat against her thighs, ready to start running across the fabric of her dress again, the soft cotton always feels good on her palms. Meeting his gaze had her mouth run dry, the sandy tone to his skin contrasted with more papaya tones in his neck. Dark hair and kind eyes behind a gold pair of aviators perched on his curved nose. Tourmaline waves parted on the left side of his crown were matched by his bold eyebrows and thick mustache. His lips were a lace pink and plush. The sunlight made the sweat along his neck glimmer, accentuating its definition. The light blue shirt made the reds and browns in his skin stand out even more. “Did you need to get some fresh air too?” She asked, he could be doing that, escaping someone like she was doing or something else entirely. Now she was curious too, about this man who’d chosen to sit next to her.

“It sounded like it could have been a song. I needed some air too. Too damn hot in there and a lot of people. They all love it and it is a wonderful ceremony. You also sang that Aretha Franklin song perfectly, I get why they asked you to do it.”

Laughing, Jasmine held onto the bench, she didn’t need to touch her dress so far. “It’s what happens when you make the mistake of letting your best friend talk you into going to karaoke ten years ago and she never forgets. Who remembers something like that?” Javier laughs knowing he would have punched Steve if he at any point would have mentioned going anywhere near any karaoke bar. He gets it.

“Why did you agree then?”

“Well, the hope is she’s only getting married once and she’s my best friend. It was a fairly big ask, but not a huge one.” She hesitates before speaking, “My name’s Jasmine. What’s yours? Unless you’re trying to be a man of mystery at a wedding.” That one gives Javier a deep belly laugh. That’s a first to be called a man of mystery.

“I could say the same of you, an unknown singer in a lemon yellow dress.” Javier removes his aviators with a neck roll and that same grin from when he first sat down. “Name’s Javier, but call me Javi.” Jasmine can’t help but snort, covering her mouth to muffle how loud the sound is. On instinct, his hand reaches for hers and moves away from her face, her lips touch his knuckles, leaving a smear of their pigment on his skin. “Lo siento pero (I’m sorry but), don’t hide. Your snort is cute.” Her chuckle remains, holding Javier’s hand. He’s gentle and told her that something she feels very self-conscious about, is cute. She appreciates this almost as much as when he told her not to hide. Lowering her hand to her thigh, Javier ensured her hand was on the bottom so he wouldn’t be overstepping.

”Thank you.” She wasn’t sure what else to say. Really there was so much Jasmine could compliment him for and it’s been less than five minutes since she met the man. She found herself leaning toward Javier, touching her shoulder with his when Rosa, Issac’s daughter and one of the flower girls ran up and tapped her on the shoulder while calling her name.

“Tía (aunt) Jazz! Tía Jazz, mama wants you in more pictures! Your bright yellow is gonna go in the middle!” Rosa squealed as she bounced around the bench and took hold of Jasmine’s free arm. “Why don’t you have your shoes on? Tía Jazz you’re silly.” The three of them laughed and the little girl released Jasmine’s arm. “You gotta put your shoes back on.”

“I know Rosa. I’ll be there shortly. Let your mama and papa know okay?” With a kiss to her forehead, the flower giggled.

Javier smiled at the two of them. “I’ll make sure your aunt makes it inside with her shoes on pequeña (little one). Te lo prometo (I promise you).” Rosa tilted her head and seemed to be questioning if he really was going to.

“Sí (Yes).” She shot a look to her aunt and leaned close to Javier but was not adept at whispering. “Sea amable con mi tía (Be nice to my aunt). Estoy observándote (I’m watching you).” Javier nodded and put his free hand over his chest to which Rosa had a wide smile of approval showing off a missing tooth. She bounced off in the same direction as she came leaving Jasmine and Javier alone again.

“Your niece seems fun and cares a great deal about you hermosa. Sounds like I’ll need to be careful.” Pena released her hand with a soft laugh and stood up. Jasmine thought he was going to go back inside but he didn’t. Instead, he moved in front of her. “I can help you get your shoes on Jasmine. Little Rose did tell me to be nice, though I’m always nice to ladies.” He regretted the last part of that sentence because it was a bit too much information.

Blinking, she shook her head, “No, I can get them back…” Jasmine thought for a moment. This is likely one of those moments Eliana keeps reminding me about. He’s showing more of an interest in offering to help me with something. I should accept, right? And, I was okay with him touching my hands earlier. If it’s too weird, I’ll just tell him to stop. Javier seems like he would listen. I think. “On second thought, I could use some help with them.” Squatting down, Javi picks up one wedge and holds it one hand, sliding the other up her ankle and calf as the shoe goes on her foot. Her palms press into her thighs, not to soothe, but to distract her from the sensation spreading from her lower belly up. Repeating the same motions with the opposite foot, both of her shoes are on and he rises, offering her a hand. Jasmine meets his gaze and he points to her lips.

“Your lipstick smudged. Once we go in you should fix it before your pictures.” Javier suggests and Jasmine nods as she stands.

“Gracias (Thank you) Javi.” Placing her hand in his again, they made their way back to the festivities. Javier would keep to his word he gave her little niece and he found he didn’t feel like bolting out of this wedding anymore.

Chapter Two

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@theywhowriteandknowthings @chaithetics @megamindsecretlair @soft-persephone @soft-girl-musings

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deathbxnny · 1 year

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◇《Honkai: Star Rail Masterlist 3》◇

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》Masterlist Navigation

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》Started on: 19/08/23

》Last Updated: 08/09/24

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》General headcanons:

Jing Yuan + Stellaron hunters with a Teen!Collei-like!Reader.

Yanqing's twin being captured by the Sanctus medicus and Jing Yuan/Yanqing finding out about it too late.

Platonic sunday, aventurine and gallagher with a teen!reader who is like nene kusanagi

platonic ratio, aventurine and sunday with a teen!reader like mafuyu asahina

Platonic gallagher aventurine and dr ratio with an asuka!teen!reader

Ratio, Aventurine, and Wriothesley with a teen!reader who is getting bullied badly

platonic Aventurine, Sunday, and Jing Yuan with a teen!reader like ai hoshino

Aventurine, Blade and Jing Yuan with a teen reader that's like lynette from gi

Jing Yuan, Yanqing, and Welt with an S/o who has an instant death ability like Takatou

Aventurine, Blade, and jing Yuan with a teen!reader who is like fischl

Platonic Dan Heng, Welt, & Gallagher, who have a bossfight with a teen!reader that’s like Homura Akemi

Herta, Dr.Ratio, & Ruan Mei with a teen!reader who is a member of the Genius Society

Gallagher, Sunday, and Boothill with a teen reader who is like furina

Boothill, Aventurine, and Welt with a reader being controlled by Sunday and being made to attack them

aventurine, blade and sunday with a Reader like margarita blankenheim

Jing Yuan, Dr. Ratio and Argenti with a little sister!Reader

Yanqing and Jing Yuan with a S/o, whose planet was slaughtered by the Xianzhou, and they take takes pride in it

Boothill, Aventurine, and Sunday with a teen!assasin reader

Teen!Reader being jealous of Yanqing and wanting the generals attention too

Gallagher, Sunday and Boothill with a Reader who naps alot

Dan Heng, Jing Yuan and Aventurine with pre-magical girl homura like teen!reader

Kafka, Blade, & Silver wolf with a stellaron hunter teen!reader that’s like Frill from Wonder Egg Priority

Platonic Blade, Aventurine, and Dr Ratio with a severely chronically ill teen!reader

Robin and Sunday with a younger sibling that is like Crona from soul eater

Boothill, Dr.Ratio, & Jing Yuan with a teen!reader that has a service dog

Blade, Jing Yuan, and Kafka with a teen!reader, who has a strong ability that makes them forget their memories after every use

Robin and Serval with a teen!reader that sings Heavy Metal/Screamo

Jing Yuan, blade, & Bailu with platonic older!Reader that’s like Xianyun

》Yanqing:

Yanqing realising his feelings for you!

Yanqing finally getting his revenge on Jing Yuan, after his mother gets wrongfully executed.

Yanqing having friends!

Yanqing with a HTTYD! Reader

Yanqing betraying everyone for Stellaron hunter!Reader!

Yanqing's S/O being hurt by him due to Svarog's claw.

Yanqing being Mara struck and his s/o curing him by striking an interesting deal.

Yanqing being assigned an anxious strategist reader, who helps him take things slow and with ease.

The trouble of young love. (Yanqing x GN!Reader)

Yanqing with a professional chef/baker S/O

Growing into glory. (Yanqing x Aeon!Gn!Reader)

Yanqing with a mute S/O who frequently gets bullied

Yanqing and teen!reader being a menace duo

Yanqing with an S/O, who was kidnapped by a Yandere

Yanqing beefing with his s/o's cat

Yanqing with a teen female watcher S/O

Yanqing x magical girl s/o

》Misha:

Misha reacts to his S/O dying via “Death” right in front of him

》Aventurine:

platonic aventurine with an in-debt teen reader

Repay me later. (Platonic!Aventurine x Teen!Reader)

Aventurine with a child sibling reader!

Aventurine with a S/O that's like Kirari Momobami from Kakegurui

》Sunday:

Sunday with a daughter who has a chronic illness

Sunday with a fem!reader that is oddly fascinated by his wings

Sunday with a fem reader who likes to bake sweets for him, yet can't taste them herself

》Acheron:

Headcanons for Acheron x Kiana Kaslana reader

》Blade:

Blade x reader With Herrscher of finality powers

》Dr. Ratio:

Platonic dr ratio with a teen!student reader, who only excels at one subject and is socially akward

》Boothill:

Dad!Boothill with a child!Reader, who always tries stealing his hat!

Platonic Boothill with a cyborg teen!Reader, who's good with technology

Little imagine of Dad!Boothill with adopted daughter in the woods!

"You promised your next life to me." (Boothill x Gn!Reader)

Boothill with a Navia-like!Reader who's a part of the knight of beauty!

The summer we died in. (Boothill x twin!Reader)

Platonic Boothill with a child reader who's like Klee

》Jing Yuan:

Jing Yuan having a heart attack over Yanqing going "missing". (Imagine)

Assasin teen!reader with Jing Yuan

》Dan Heng:

Dan Heng with a fischl teen!reader

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yurinaa-world · 7 months

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Where is your destination in mind?

𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓃𝒾𝒸: ✨ 𝑅𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒾𝒸: 💫

𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓈: 𝐹𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓈𝒽𝑒𝒹 & 𝒩𝑜 𝐿𝑜𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓃 𝒮𝑒𝓇𝓋𝒾𝒸𝑒

.·:¨༺ ༻¨:·.

𝒜𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝐸𝓍𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈

𝒟𝒶𝓃 𝐻𝑒𝓃𝑔 "𝐼𝓂𝒷𝒾𝒷𝒾𝓉𝑜𝓇 𝐿𝓊𝓃𝒶𝑒"

💫Snow angel

💫little present

✨Dan Heng, Blade, Jing Yuan, Gepard, & Aventurine with an angel reader

💫Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, & Sunday with anxious and cozy reader

💫Dan Heng, Blade, Dr. Ratio, & Sunday with a reader that's like vill-v from honkai impact

✨Dan Heng, Jing Yuan & Blade with a reader that's like the collector

💫Dan Heng, Jing Yuan & Dr. Ratio with a reader the gets killed similar to firefly

💫Dan Heng, Jing Yuan & Blade with a reader that's like Elysia ver (Herrscher of Human: Ego)

💫Blade, Dan Heng, Jing Yuan & Sunday with a s/o who has heterochromia, but you hide it by using contact lens

𝒲𝑒𝓁𝓉 𝓎𝒶𝓃𝑔 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒩𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈"

💫Sunday, Gallagher & Welt Yang with a reader who has chronic pains

.·:¨༺ ༻¨:·.

𝐻𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒶 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃

𝒜𝓇𝓁𝒶𝓃 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝒪𝒻 𝐻𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒶 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃'𝓈 𝒮𝑒𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝒟𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉"

Better luck on the other masterlist.

𝒮𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓌𝓁𝓁𝓊𝓂 "𝑀𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓊𝓈 𝒮𝑜𝒸𝒾𝑒𝓉𝓎"

Better luck on the other masterlist.

.·:¨༺ ༻¨:·.

𝒥𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓁𝑜-𝒱𝐼

𝒢𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝐿𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓊 "𝒞𝒶𝓅𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝒾𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓃𝑒 𝒢𝓊𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈"

✨Dan Heng, Blade, Jing Yuan, Gepard, & Aventurine with an angel reader

𝒮𝒶𝓂𝓅𝑜 𝒦𝑜𝓈𝓀𝒾 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝒾𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓇-𝒯𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓊𝑒𝒹 𝒮𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓃"

💫Dr. Ratio, Sampo, Sunday & Gallagher with a reader that's a demon

𝐿𝓊𝓀𝒶 "𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓂𝓅𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝑒𝓁𝑜𝒷𝑜𝑔 𝒰𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹"

Better luck on the other masterlist.

.·:¨༺ ༻¨:·.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒳𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓏𝒽𝑜𝓊 𝐿𝓊𝑜𝒻𝓊

𝒥𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝓊𝒶𝓃 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒳𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓏𝒽𝑜𝓊 𝒞𝓁𝑜𝓊𝒹 𝒦𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈"

💫beautiful eyes

💫little present

💫Spending white day with Sunday & Jing Yuan

✨Dan Heng, Blade, Jing Yuan, Gepard, & Aventurine with an angel reader

✨Blade, Jing Yuan, Aventurine & Sunday with a reader who has a severe illness + how would they look after you

💫Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, & Sunday with anxious and cozy reader

✨Dan Heng, Jing Yuan & Blade with a reader that's like the collector

💫Dan Heng, Jing Yuan & Dr. Ratio with a reader the gets killed similar to firefly

💫Jing Yuan with a cat-lover reader

💫Dan Heng, Jing Yuan & Blade with a reader that's like Elysia ver (Herrscher of Human: Ego)

💫Jing yuan & !platonic Yanqing with a reader that’s like Misteln Schariac

💫Blade, Dan Heng, Jing Yuan & Sunday with a s/o who has heterochromia, but you hide it by using contact lens

𝒴𝒶𝓃𝓆𝒾𝓃𝑔 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝐿𝒾𝑒𝓊𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒳𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓏𝒽𝑜𝓊 𝒞𝓁𝑜𝓊𝒹 𝒦𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈"

💫Snowball fight

✨Jing yuan & !platonic Yanqing with a reader that’s like Misteln Schariac

𝐿𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽𝒶 "𝐹𝑜𝓇𝑒𝒾𝑔𝓃 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒷𝑒𝓎𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝒶𝓈"

Better luck on the other masterlist.

.·:¨༺ ༻¨:·.

𝒫𝑒𝓃𝒶𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓎

𝒜𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑒 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑒𝓃𝒾𝑜𝓇 𝑀𝒶𝓃𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝐼𝒫𝒞 𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒𝑔𝒾𝒸 𝐼𝓃𝓋𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒟𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉"

✨Aventurine with teen reader

💫Trying out dresses with Gallagher, Aventurine & Sunday

💫Aventurine just bothering you <3

💫Aventurine getting a call early in the morning

✨Dan Heng, Blade, Jing Yuan, Gepard, & Aventurine with an angel reader

✨Aventurine and Sunday as single parents

💫Giving and receiving so many kisses

💫Aventurine with a s/o that likes giving him handmade gifts

💫Aventurine with a s/o bodyguard that often misgendered as a man

💫Aventurine with a reader that's like Nilou

💫Aventurine with a reader that's a nameless

💫Wearing Aventurine's hat

✨Aventurine with a teen reader who workaholic that works for the IPC

💫How beautiful can one's eyes really be?

💫Aventurine with a s/o that's like Shenhe

💫Aventurine, Dr. Ratio, and Sunday with a s/o who’s a lawyer

💫"𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒾 𝓂𝑒?!"

💫Aventurine with a reader who loves to spoil him

𝒮𝓊𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓎 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒪𝒶𝓀 𝐹𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎"

💫Calling Sunday bird names

💫Trying out dresses with Gallagher, Aventurine & Sunday

💫Spending white day with Sunday & Jing Yuan

💫Wearing their clothes

💫Sunday with a devil reader

✨Aventurine and Sunday as single parents

💫Giving and receiving so many kisses

✨Blade, Jing Yuan, Aventurine & Sunday with a reader who has a severe illness + how would they look after you

💫Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, & Sunday with anxious and cozy reader

💫Dan Heng, Blade, Dr. Ratio, & Sunday with a reader that's like vill-v from honkai impact

💫Dr. Ratio, Sampo, Sunday & Gallagher with a reader that's a demon

💫Sunday, Gallagher & Welt Yang with a reader who has chronic pains

💫Aventurine, Dr. Ratio, and Sunday with a s/o who’s a lawyer

💫 "𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒾 𝓂𝑒?!"

💫Blade, Dan Heng, Jing Yuan & Sunday with a s/o who has heterochromia, but you hide it by using contact lens

𝒢𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒶𝑔𝒽𝑒𝓇 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑒𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝒪𝒻𝒻𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓇 𝒪𝒻 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝐹𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎"

💫Trying out dresses with Gallagher, Aventurine & Sunday

💫Wearing their clothes

💫Giving and receiving so many kisses

💫"𝒟𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓈𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝑒 𝒢𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒶𝑔𝒽𝑒𝓇!"

💫Dr. Ratio, Sampo, Sunday & Gallagher with a reader that's a demon

💫Sunday, Gallagher & Welt Yang with a reader who has chronic pains

.·:¨༺ ༻¨:·.

𝒞𝑜𝓈𝓂𝒾𝒸

𝐵𝑜𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓁 "𝑀𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝒶𝓁𝒶𝓍𝓎 𝑅𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝓈"

💫Boothill tied up by you

💫Wearing their clothes

💫Wearing a revealing cowboy outfit

💫Giving and receiving so many kisses

💫Enemies to lovers with Boothill

💫pinning you?!

💫Enemy to lovers with Boothill

💫Boothill & Argenti with a reader that like Vash

𝒜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒦𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓎"

💫Argenti's love language

💫Boothill & Argenti with a reader that like Vash

𝒱𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓈 𝑅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜 "𝑀𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐼𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈𝒾𝒶 𝒢𝓊𝒾𝓁𝒹"

✨Dr. Ratio with a student reader that has the personality of Madoka Magica

💫little present

💫Dr. Ratio with a reader that's like Gojo

✨Dr. Ratio with student reader who excels at one subject but is bad at the others + lacks social skills

💫Dr. Ratio and you being rivals

✨Dr. Ratio with a child reader that's like Mao Mao

💫Dan Heng, Blade, Dr. Ratio, & Sunday with a reader that's like vill-v from honkai impact

✨Dr. Ratio with a student reader that's like Qiqi

💫Looking at ratio statues (dis)respectfully

💫Dr. Ratio with a affectionate and doting reader

💫Dan Heng, Jing Yuan & Dr. Ratio with a reader the gets killed similar to firefly

💫Dr. Ratio, Sampo, Sunday & Gallagher with a reader that's a demon

💫Aventurine, Dr. Ratio, and Sunday with a s/o who’s a lawyer

💫 "𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒾 𝓂𝑒?!"

.·:¨༺ ༻¨:·.

𝒮𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓃 𝐻𝓊𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈

𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑒 "𝑀𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓃 𝐻𝓊𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈"

💫Blade & how he would be during/after the pregnancy

💫little present

✨Dan Heng, Blade, Jing Yuan, Gepard, & Aventurine with an angel reader

✨Blade, Jing Yuan, Aventurine & Sunday with a reader who has a severe illness + how would they look after you

💫Dan Heng, Blade, Dr. Ratio, & Sunday with a reader that's like vill-v from honkai impact

✨Dan Heng, Jing Yuan & Blade with a reader that's like the collector

💫Dan Heng, Jing Yuan & Blade with a reader that's like Elysia ver (Herrscher of Human: Ego)

💫Blade, Dan Heng, Jing Yuan & Sunday with a s/o who has heterochromia, but you hide it by using contact lens

.·:¨༺ ༻¨:·.

#*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

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keyotos · 1 year

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astral express crew ☆⌒*.

↻ honkai masterlist.

⟳ navigation.

dan heng

headcanons

⎯ so it goes

your taylor swift song w/ the hsr men!

⎯ if this was a movie

your book trope w/ the hsr men!

⎯ eyes on you

when do the hsr men have their eyes on you?

⎯ swear to be overdramatic and true

different wedding scenarios w/ the hsr men. like they are all different. none of you are getting married in this tho. modern!au

⎯ nights like this

sleep over hcs w/ the hsr men

⎯ the things we do

late nights, lingering touches, longing looks. it just confuses you. this prompts you to ask the question that usually leads to the downfalls of most relationships: what are we?

⎯little ankle biters

hsr men spend time with kids!!

drabbles

⎯ i'm yours tonight

late nights w/ dan heng. he reads you to sleep while also wanting to combust. inspired by nights like this.

fics

⎯ kiss the girl

five times dan heng thought about kissing you, the one time he actually did.

⎯ to sit in hell with you

based on the the louvre by lorde. you and dan heng have been through rough times alone. why shouldn't you go through these times together?

welt yang

headcanons

⎯ the things we do

late nights, lingering touches, longing looks. it just confuses you. this prompts you to ask the question that usually leads to the downfalls of most relationships: what are we?

drabbles

fics

⎯ have i known you 20 seconds or 20 years

anxious and anticipating: that's how you felt when welt yang was around you. you knew there was something in the air between you two, but you just didn't know when you were going to confront it. not until now, anyway. aka first kiss scenario.

trailblazer

march 7th

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phanfictioncatalogue · 5 days

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One Word Fic Titles (7) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six

Angelfish (ao3) - PyroStormIsBae

Summary: musings on phil’s anxiety, self image issues, and new hair + how dan loves him through it all.

Appreciation (ao3) - Scuddleduck

Summary: "He's meant to just be appreciated."

Dan shows Phil how much he appreciates all of him.

Babylon (ao3) - ottertrashpalace

Summary: Just a little story about two boys realizing that they can make their own rules, and even if it's hard, they are worth it.

Believer (ao3) - phancakesandcoffee (decayedgeeway)

Summary: Dan's been hiding his feelings for almost 10 years. What happens when he can't keep hiding?

Benefits (ao3) - Misha_with_wings

Summary: They never talked about it.

"It" being those nights where one or both of them just needed a release and they helped each other out.

Maybe they both secretly wished they were more than friends, but friendship did have its benefits.

blackpool (ao3) - watergator (orphan_account)

Summary: dan and phil celebrate ten years together

Blonde (ao3) - philforscale

Summary: Phil went blonde. Dan loves it.

borrowed (ao3) - dan-whoell (infiniteseriesofhalfways)

Summary: Dan borrows an outfit to go down to the corner shop.

Butterfly (ao3) - A_Million_Regrets

Summary: Phil Lester, a lonely writer, finds a dying boy with beautiful black wings on a cold, rainy night in a dingy alleyway. He recognizes the boy as one of the winged men hated by human society. They are considered to be wild, ferocious beasts, but Phil's sympathy forces him to help the boy.

What happens when the boy, considered to be a wild beast, gets too attached and follows him home with an innocent, dimpled smile?

Dandelions (ao3) - throughtheirsnoses (det395)

Summary: Phil returns to his small town after studying how to improve his power that lets him grow plants with his mind. Phil is anxious and struggling with the expectations put on him to grow new plant-based medicine and on top of it all, his childhood best friend, Dan, gets his heart broken and turns to Phil as a rebound. Phil panics.

dangender (ao3) - classichysteria

Summary: it’s late at night and dan just wants to talk about what’s on his their mind

Desires (ao3) - A_Million_Regrets

Summary: What would you do if you were suddenly hauled from your inauspicious life and dumped into an unforeseen catastrophe with your worst enemy?

Dan Howell and Phil Lester completely and utterly hate each other. They fight every time they meet, and all of their friends are tired of it. But one day, these two hot-headed, reckless men stumble through a secret passage in a mysterious old house and wake up on a strange island uninhabited by other intelligent life forms. They only have each other and no way to escape. Will they fight to death, or will they learn to trust each other in a world where no one else exists? Can they put aside their mutual hatred for each other to survive this misfortune?

Dress (ao3) - ForeverJustAnEmoKidAtHeart

Summary: After the Halloween Baking video, Sister Daniel has some fun with Phil and Phil… Well, Phil should just be glad he made it through the end of the filming.

Float (ao3) - Aliquis

Summary: Dan's a professional, after all, and this is his job. Just another day at the office in front of hundreds of their grown-up fans whose expectations exited the stratosphere somewhere between his last two posts on socials. Fuck.

Her (ao3) - Absolutefilthimsosorry

Summary: Set after Dan’s birthday stream.

A new costume for Phil leads to a new kind of roleplay

holiday (ao3) - dan-whoell (infiniteseriesofhalfways)

Summary: two moments on holiday, fourteen years apart

Home (ao3) - Japhan2024

Summary: Dan visits Phil for the first time. This is how I envision it would have gone.

Kaleidoscope (ao3) - danisnotinteresting

Summary: A fan makes up a rumour about Dan which turns out to be true, he assumes Phil must of leaked this and becomes very distraught.

papercut (ao3) - schnaf

Summary: A cut. A tiny little cut, barely visible - just like a papercut. A cut - and yet, to Dan, it’s so much more. It’s the case he’s working on, the case only he seems to be taking seriously - it’s a serial killer’s signature. So when he gets the chance to track down the murderer, he doesn’t hesitate. And then, there’s Phil, Phil who’s making the chase so much more bearable, Phil who adds something completely different to his task. But things aren’t always what they seem.

Phlonde (ao3) - greyskysss

Summary: Phil gets his hair dyed. Thats the fic

pigeons (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: Dan is wondering if it’s too late to admit he really doesn't care for pigeons all that much.

Or, it's 2017, and the two just moved to the new flat which has a balcony and a new hyper fixation for Phil.

Pounce (ao3) - Kim_Aurora_135

Summary: Dan and Phil met online. This is a fiction of the first in-person meeting.

Precious (ao3) - Scuddleduck

Summary: dnp have intimate lazy sex or whatever the fuck made people so mad on twitter. ( I didn't write the post, I'm just using it as a prompt)

Their first night on holiday.

rebrand (ao3) - dan-whoell (infiniteseriesofhalfways)

Summary: Phil makes some changes and meets a boy named Dan.

Ribs (ao3) - dumbclownsao3

Summary: Dan had felt old from a very young age.

snowballs (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: your mum is trying to get me drunk

Someday (ao3) - philsdrill

Summary: “Everyone had a link with their soulmates, some could hear some of their partners thoughts, some had a tattoo that would appear with their partners name; for me, I knew when they got sick.” For a while Phil has thought that his soulmate might have an eating disorder and doesn’t expect to meet him in the restaurant where he works.

sunkissed (ao3) - ivylakes

Summary: Maybe Phil was made to pour warmth into this man and leave little marks all over his body the way the sun does when it covers his skin with freckles. Maybe everything they’ve ever done and every little way they’ve loved each other has culminated in this very moment, where they can hardly see each other in the low light but are still brighter than the yellow light that breaks through the sky and glitters on the ocean.

Or, Dan and Phil go on holiday, and every photo they take tells a story.

Terminal (ao3) - phantasticworks (steddieworks)

Summary: Phil finds himself stuck in an airport in Florida when a nasty storm blows in from the coast. His phone is dying and his will to live without it is too. He stumbles across a cute brunette who may be just as dorky as himself, and of course flirting ensues. And maybe this cute stranger has a charger to spare?

Really your goal as a reader is to solve the incredible important mystery of whether or not he gets his phone charged (and maybe have a little Phan story along the way)

Truth (ao3) - Mysticallykai

Summary: Dan realizes that he needs to live his truth after the Interactive Introverts tour ends.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfic #phan #phanfiction #dan and phil #masterlists #oneword #oneword masterlist

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frickingnerd · 1 year

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Blazing Blade Men Masterlist

Eliwood

eliwood with a childhood friend who's a member of the black fang - headcanons

Hector

hector with a socially anxious s/o - headcanons

Nils

falling asleep on nils lap - headcanons

Sain

sain walking in on you changing - headcanons

Kent

exes to lovers with kent - headcanons

Wil

wil dating dan's ex - headcanons

Erk

erk crushing on a taken reader - headcanons

Raven

raven with a weak but protective s/o - headcanons

Lucius

lucius with a traumatized crush - headcanons

Matthew

dating matthew - headcanons

Guy

confessing to guy - oneshot

Rath

parting ways with rath - oneshot

Dart

dart asking you out - oneshot

dating dart - headcanons

Canas

academic rivals to lovers with canas - headcanons

Legault

second chances - drabble

Pent

secretly dating pent - headcanons

Jaffar

“those hardest to love need it most” - oneshot

Marcus

marcus with a chaotic s/o - headcanons

Dorcas

dorcas with a pregnant s/o - headcanons

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starbudspresents · 2 years

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Re.Gray 022 - Human

[ Masterlist ] [ Read on AO3 ] [ Raws ]

Summary: Road nails people to the walls, plays dress-up with Lenalee, and drops some dank lore.

♦ 107

Lero: That's no good, Laty Roat, lero.1 Lero: It makes trouble for the Earl when you skip school to run about on your own, lero. sfx: harahara [anxious fretting]

sfx: kunyakunya [sprawled out, relaxed] Road: That's enough out of the annoying umbrella, thanks.

Miranda: U-Um, could you... Miranda: let me go, please...?

sfx: pu— [Road blows a bubble with her gum] Road: I will if you die.

22nd Night - Human

♦ 108

sfx: DODODODODO [gunfire]

22nd Night - Human

♦ 109

Icefire: Icefire!!

Allen: Woah!?

sfx: kachin [whole room ices over, the floor like slippery glass]

Lenalee: It's frozen over!

sfx: bururuh [shivering] Allen: S-So cold!

♦ 110

Lenalee: Where's your coat, Allen?

Allen, side: Whoopsie~ Allen: Took it off while I was working....

Icefire: Brace yourselves, Exorcists. sfx: boh [flames billow up around it]

Pangu: It's a hundred below in here. How long can you hold out?

sfx: zuuuu [Pangu and Sickle emerge from portals in the floor to either side of Icefire]

Akuma, together: Die die die die die die die!!!

♦ 111

Allen: Miss Miranda....

Lizard, flashback: Lady Road's got 'er. Lizard, flashback: That little sow you've been lookin' after. sfx: behhh [sticking its long tongue out]

Allen: Damn it. I have to focus on taking down these Akuma. Allen: Pitiable Akuma, sfx: vun [Innocence boots up] Allen: may thy soul find salvation. sfx: don [leaps at the group of Akuma]

♦ 112

sfx: babababa [Sickle firing a number of its shots] sfx: buki [Lenalee blocking them backwards and upside down]

Lenalee: You and me, let's go. sfx: hyu [Lenalee spinning to face Sickle as she addresses it]

Sickle: !!

sfx: dan! [the battle is met]

♦ 113

Allen: Switch!2 sfx: bachi [Innocence changes form from the new cannon-sword back to the old big scaly hand] Allen: Cross Grave!

sfx: dokaaaan [the Akuma go crashing into the wall]

♦ 114

Pangu: That hurt, dammit! Pangu: Pangu Voice!! sfx: bishi bishi [the soundwaves of its voice shiver the surrounding ice] sfx: bakikikiki [the ice begins to crack and split]

Allen: !!

sfx: BAN [the ice violently breaks up underfoot]

Icefire: Freeze!!

sfx: gachi [the broken-up ice reforms around Allen's lower legs]

Allen: They're beginning to coordinate their attacks...!

♦ 115

Icefire: Icefire!!! sfx: GO [flame searing out of its mouth to engulf Allen]

Lenalee: Allen!!

sfx: DO [Allen's body hits the floor, badly scorched; he's down for the count, allowing all three Akuma to focus down Lenalee]

♦ 116

sfx: ka—n ka—n ka—n [a sound like a struck gong; might be the clock tolling]

♦ 117

sfx: ka—n [same resonant clang]

Allen: Where am I...?

Miranda: A... Miranda: Allen....

sfx: wai wai [Road and the Akuma in lively discussion]

Miranda: Allen....

♦ 118

Allen: Miranda.... sfx: su [eyes focusing] sfx: zukih [sudden burst of pain] Allen: Ouch— sfx: gigih [his arm, still transformed, is nailed to the wall with a line of four pointy-ended candles, just as Miranda's hand is nailed to the clock]

sfx: nita [Pangu smirks in his face]

Road: Yep, black really suits her best.

Akuma: Lady Road, what is the point of prettying up someone like her?

Road: You're just a weapon, this stuff goes right over your head. Road: An Exorcist doll is a rare treat, y'see.

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Road: Wakey-wakey~~? sfx: puu [blowing a bubble]

Allen: !!

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Allen: Lenalee!!!

Icefire: That's Lady Road's doll, watch your mouth.

Road: "Lenalee", huh? Cute name. ♫

Pangu: She fought like crazy to protect you. sfx: kekekeke [villainous laughter]

Allen: ...... Allen: Didn't you come to buy a ticket earlier...!? Allen: You're "Road"...? Allen: What are you doing with Akuma...?

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Allen: I don't see an Akuma soul. Allen: You're not an Akuma.... Allen: What are you?

Road: A human being. Road: What's with that face?

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Road: People aren't allowed to get along with Akuma?

Allen: Akuma are.... weapons the Earl made to kill human beings.... Allen: We're just targets to them, so...?

Road: Weapons are for people to kill other people with, aren't they? Road: The Earl is my brother.3 Road: We are the chosen people. sfx: zu [out of frame, the stigmata wounds begin to open on her forehead, and her skin darkens to grey] Road: You really don't know a thing, Exorcist. sfx: zuzu [the stigmata wounds are now open enough to be recognizable for what they are] Road: You're the chosen people of a false God.4

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Road: We were chosen by God, too; the true Apostles. Road: The Noah clan.

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"Lounge" vol. 65

Q1. Where did you get Timcanpy's name from?

A. I borrowed it from a brand of silver accessories. I've occasionally poached other character names from things I like, too.6

Q2. If Foreman Reever did change careers, what might he be instead?

A. A private detective or a schoolteacher.

Q3. What shampoo does Kanda use?

A. Soap.

Q4. In volume 2, did Allen really scarf all that food down in ten minutes?

A. Yeah, he pulled it off.

Q5. Sensei, what is love?

A. ...... I mean to draw it in this manga, if I can.

♦♥♦

FOOTNOTES

Lero appears to have a speech defect, though it's not entirely clear what the rules are. It calls Road ろーとタマ rooto-tama, with a hard "t", and calls the Earl 伯爵タマ hakushaku-tama ( -tama is a cutesy variant of -sama, but may be used here because it's physically incapable of making certain sounds). It also ends all its sentences with "lero", which I'm keeping in for now but may remove later if the number of characters doing that gets too obnoxious. [ ♠ ]

The word used here was 転換 tenkan "conversion, diversion, changeover, switchover, commutation" and the furigana say "convert", but that reads awkwardly. Since I don't think this really comes up again, it's just him deliberately willing the weapon to switch forms (something he's not used to doing yet, but will be later), I went with something more easily parsed. Footnoting just in case I'm wrong about that. [ ♠ ]

Road says the Earl is 兄弟 kyoudai with her, a term meaning "brothers", "siblings" or "brethren". It can describe both blood relations and chosen family. In this case, I suspect it's both. [ ♠ ]

偽りの神 itsuwari no kami, "falsified/fictional/fabricated God". Itsuwari is not an adjective meaning "fake, false", but a noun meaning "deliberate fabrication with intent to deceive". The Order's God isn't just lying, it is itself a lie, told by someone. Who could fake an entire god? How? Why? [ ♠ ]

I'm pretty sure this is only the third one of these I've translated, not the 6th. Typo? [ ♠ ]

Tim Campi is the brand in question. Endearingly tacky. [ ♠ ]

#dgm #dgm translations #re.gray #road kamelot #d.gray-man #d gray man

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ephialtes

dan heng x gn!reader

ephialtes [noun] 1. a nightmare 2. the demon that is believed to cause nightmares. or alternatively, you find him tormented by a nightmare and help him ease his suffering.

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you're not sure what it was that caused you to wake up. groggily opening your eyes, you were met with darkness. you figured it was still deep in the night. what an unfortunate time to wake up. with a small sigh, you decided to turn around in bed to continue your sleep. it was still way too early.

but a small whimper made you halt your action. next to you, your boyfriend was sleeping, though right now he didn't appear peaceful at all. he was tossing and turning restlessly, and little sounds of dismay escaped his parted lips between ragged breaths. your heart sank as you realized what was going on, and you cast away your desire to sleep.

he was having a nightmare. again.

it wasn't unusual for dan heng to have a nightmare. if any, it was a pretty common occurence. and maybe it was just you being overly worried, but it seemed that his nightmare-rate had increased even more lately. you often woke up because of his restless movements or his anxious whimpers. it broke your heart to see him like that, and you couldn't just continue your nap when he was so obviously suffering.

you turned around to face him, and reached out to touch his arm. you were careful not to wake him, because you knew better than to do so. instead, your fingertips tentatively caressed his upper arm, ignoring the sheen of sweat that rested upon his skin. with your free hand, you flicked on the lamp on the nightstand, and pursed your lips as you saw the state of misery the male was currently in.

his expression was tormented, a deep crease between his furrowed brows and beads of sweat trickling down his temples. his lips were parted as he panted and groaned, and his muscles clenched and uncleched as he shifted uncomfortably. tonight's terror was a heavy one.

"dan heng," you whispered, still without the intention of waking him up. "hey, don't worry. i'm here right next to you, you're safe."

you moved your hand from his arm to his forehead, brushing away a few strands of raven hair that stuck there messily. though you knew a little of what was bothering him in his nightmares, he didn't open up completely yet – which you respected – but you cursed whatever it was that brought dan heng in such a state.

"i won't let it hurt you," you softly said, pressing a chaste kiss to the crown of his hair. "you're here with me in bed, you're okay, you're fine."

you weren't sure if it would work, but you always hoped your voice would reach him somehow. you began stroking his hair, and surely, his frantic movements seemed to subdue a little bit. but his chest still rose and fell rapidly, his breaths coming out raspy and labored. he was so clearly agitated and you had no clue what it was that pestering him. was it about the past that haunted him? you didn't know any details, but you knew that something happened that still tormented him until this day – hence the frequent nightmares.

suddenly, the male flew away from your touch, sitting up with a start. he was breathing heavily, eyes wide and filled with tears of sheer anxiety. you sat back, allowing him some time to orientate after waking up from shock. dan heng brought up his arm and harshly wiped his tears before he finally looked over at you.

"y-y/n," he stammered, voice strained.

he was obviously struggling to contain himself, working hard to recollect the pieces that had been shattered by his nightmare. now you reached out, placing a supportive hand on his back. his shirt stuck to his sweaty back uncomfortably, but that didn't stop you from rubbing soothing circles.

"it was only a bad dream, dan heng," you spoke in a soft tone. "you're safe. follow my lead okay?"

you breathed in slowly, exaggerating the motion to make it easier to follow. your eyes fluttered close as you held the puff of air for a moment before you released it, and you heard how dan heng did the same. you sat like that for a while, solely focusing on your breathing to help the poor male calm down. you felt his chest rise and fall underneath the palm of your hand. it appeared to help, and when you opened your eyes, he seemed a little less agitated. his eyes were on you, and you found a storm raging behind his otherwise so calm irises.

"did i wake you again?" he asked.

"i think so," you shrugged. "but don't apologize, i wouldn't want you to suffer alone. i'm glad i woke up."

"thank you, y/n," dan heng said solemnly. he leaned into your touch, and you saw that as your cue to take him in your embrace.

you shuffled closer to him, wrapping your arms around him as you slowly led him to lay down with you. his usually placid mask was gone completely and he snuggled into you, grateful for the love you gave him after experiencing such terror in his sleep. his breaths – calm but still shaky – ghosted over your skin as you held him close and as the minutes passed by, you felt his rigid muscles relax. you had no idea how lang you lay there like that, but dan heng's breathing grew so even at some point and you suspected he had fallen asleep again.

you smiled tiredly, pressing another kiss to the top of his head. nights like this weren't uncommon. rather, it happened multiple times a week. it was messing with your sleep and you felt unnaturally tired lately, but it was okay. you made your boyfriend's miserable nights bearable, which you gladly did. you gladly sacrificed some of your sleep to help dan heng get through the night, and you wouldn't ever get second thoughts.

it wasn't long before soft snores came from the boy in your arms, and you now knew for sure he was fast asleep. that was all the reassurance you needed to be sure that he was okay again, and you finally allowed your eyes to close as well. holding him tightly, you fell asleep minutes later.

another night had passed, and peace had returned. but for how long?

#dan heng #dan heng x reader #hsr dan heng #dan heng hsr #honkai #honkai star rail #honkai star rail dan heng #hsr #dan heng x y/n #dan heng x you #dan heng honkai star rail #honkai dan heng #hsr x reader #honkai x reader #— enyo writes

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New Beginnings- Chapter 5

This chapter is more of Thomas and Natalia getting closer. They fly back to LA, preparing to start filming and Natalia accepts Thomas’ offer to stay in his guest house.

ALSO! I have to update my masterlist but tumblr is not cooperating with me, so please bear with me. I’ve got this entire series posted on my blog, newest chapter first going down to the first one. Once I get the masterlist fixed, I’ll clear up my blog. Thanks y’all!

Word count: 3,443

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After many weeks of working together on the script in the confines of her penthouse, Thomas finally feels as though it is time to move on.

Natalia looks out her window, over the city which is bustling with tourists and citizens alike. The day is mostly clear, the blue skies dotted with small, puffy clouds but the sun shines bright. Her heart leaps within her chest at the overall excitement of knowing her book is going to be brought to life at the hands of one of - if not - the most talented directors in the world. And she has the opportunity to assist.

“Natalia, I suppose I should have mentioned this prior, but the main location where we will be filming is L.A. I hope this does not present an issue.”

The low, soothing voice is behind her, then he sidles up next to her, the obvious warmth from him radiating towards her as they stand shoulder to shoulder overlooking the view.

“It is no problem. I assumed that we would go there to start filming.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees her tug her plump bottom lip between her teeth and gently begin to gnaw on it. A sign, he’s learned, she’s either anxious or lost in deep thought. He’s also learned to allow her the extra moment to contemplate and she will speak when she is ready.

“I have been searching for apartments, is there any certain location better than others?” Her body turns and she faces him, a nervousness obvious in her expressions. “Perhaps that is near your home? I don’t know anyone else and I would like to be closer to you in times we need to work on the film together. I also do not have a car.”

Thomas clears his throat, his lips attempting to tug upwards at the thought of her wanting to be near to him, but he brushes that childish train of thought away.

“I live in West Hollywood. I believe there are a handful of apartments near my home. Perhaps we can look together. I can inform you of the locations and you can decide on the home itself.” He sighs and runs his hand through his hair, a habit Natalia loves to watch. “If nothing is available currently, or you do not find something before we arrive, I am certain my guest house will suffice. Unless you are not comfortable staying at my home, Miss Sinclair would be more than happy to accommodate you. She has expressed a great amount of excitement regarding you and Beautiful Endings. Apparently, she is a fan.”

He observes her face light up in pure and honest joy at knowing Addison’s fanatical thoughts regarding Natalia’s book. He selfishly wants her to stay in his guest home with him near to her. Just steps away versus miles away, but this is better. If they are separated more often, perhaps he won’t become too attached. He pauses as he stares into her chestnut eyes that are highlighted with a golden ray from the sunlight flooding in through the window and realizes, he is already attached.

“Well, whomever takes me in if I cannot find something will be a saint. I cannot imagine wanting to take in a random person.”

She smiles gratefully and reaches to his hand, squeezing it in thanks.

Both ignore the obvious spark each of them feel at the contact of their skin. It’s the same reaction each time they touch, involuntarily or not. Their bodies react subconsciously. His breathing hitches subtly, his whole body tensing while his fingers immediately curl around her elegant hand, relishing the feel of her silk skin. She always smiles at the touches, welcoming the warmth and comfort that comes from his hand covering and cradling hers. These simple moments between the two feel so right, yet neither will ever admit to themselves what they’re feeling.

His phone ringing brings them both out of the trance they find themselves to be lost in quite often. He clears his throat after she releases his hand and he pulls his phone out of his pocket, answering it quickly.

“Good afternoon, Holly.”

His voice is toned back into the normal seriousness as he speaks about business.

“Yes, we will arrive tomorrow morning.” Thomas pinches the bridge of his nose, his lips turning down into a scowl. “I understand that, Miss Chang, we will sit down and review the script along with what we have in mind.”

Natalia cannot stop herself from smiling as she watches him. They have become close over the weeks they’ve worked together and they have spent many days and even nights together. She feels as though she has never known anyone as intriguing as the man standing before her. She constantly craves his company and she never tires of listening to him talk, whether it be regarding films, novels, or just general conversation.

“Before we depart, will you begin looking for an apartment Natalia will be comfortable in for the duration of the filming process?” He looks at Natalia, nearly rolling his eyes. “Yes, I do know this is not in your professional job description. Make certain it is near my home, we still have things to work on together.”

He hangs up immediately, not allowing Holly to complain more and he slips his phone back into the inside pocket of his blazer.

“She will find you something.”

Natalia begins to laugh, covering her mouth in a simple gesture as she tries to stop herself, but to no avail.

“Thank you. I truly do appreciate all you have done for me.”

Still laughing, she gives him a grateful smile before she settles down. Her eyes are warm, along with the smile formed on her delicious lips and it takes every ounce of control to keep his lips from curving up.

“You know there is no need to thank me. You are the talent behind this film, I simply am formatting the book into a screenplay. You have done all the difficult work ahead of time.”

He can see her whole body relax and her expression softens, urging his control to break further and it does. He flashes her a small smile, allowing his vulnerability to show through.

The next day…

The two met at the airport at eight o’clock in the morning. Thomas had advised her the night before to dress discreetly, which she achieved, but it still seemed to distract him the moment his eyes found her.

As they made their way through security, Natalia and he got separated, but she continued to observe him as they both waited for their turn through the body scanner. His mannerisms around the public, a few people would take some pictures of him on their phones, but he paid no mind, he carried himself in a way that oozed confidence.

After security, they met up again and she watched him as he pulled the hood of his sweatshirt over his head, a look she had never imagined he would ever sport. He also slips some black Armani sunglasses on as they begin the walk to their gate.

“I must say… Orson…” He glances at her, thankful for the sunglasses that hide the obvious amusement in his eyes. “This new look you are going for, what is it? College student in desperate need of coffee after a long weekend?”

He can’t hold the chuckle in, allowing his guard down with her as they walk. She bumps her shoulder into him purposefully, giggling lightly as they near the gate.

“I suppose you could call it, college student with no sense of decorum or fashion sense.”

Natalia’s giggles turn into full laughter, basking in the moment of their playfulness with each other.

The short flight was made in the comfort of first class and the two talked freely, enjoying each other’s company while their arms brushed and their eyes met in knowing glances, but still the two didn’t allow any emotions to show openly.

Once they landed, the two exit the plane and walk down onto the tarmac, being greeted by a bubbly, young blonde woman who immediately hugs Natalia.

“You’re actually her! You’re Natalia York.”

Thomas slips his sunglasses back on, the bright sun shining down on the tarmac, reflecting an overwhelming amount of heat on the small group. He pulls his sweatshirt over his head, revealing a crisp, white button up shirt. He walks over to the car, opening the driver’s side door and pops the trunk, throwing his bag, along with the sweatshirt into it. He comes back to the women, rolling his eyes at Addison’s ramblings as he takes Natalia’s bag off her shoulder and walks it back to the trunk, setting it next to his before he returns to the group.

“Miss Sinclair, if you wouldn’t mind, I am certain Natalia would like to get to the house so she can settle in.”

Addi smiles and wraps her arm around the author’s, walking back to the car as she talks animatedly. He nearly groans as he watches his former student hound Natalia, but she glances over her shoulder, giving him a small, reassuring smile.

“So is she a charity case?”

Holly breaks into the silent moment between Natalia and Thomas, but she was observing the interactions between them and noticed how his demeanor is completely different around her.

“Excuse me?”

His focus is turned on her quickly, a deep scowl adorning his face causing Holly to smirk.

“Is this script going to need a complete overhaul and you’re just doing this to be nice because you’re smitten, or is she really this talented?”

Thomas scoffs and begins to walk away, speaking in an irritated tone. “As if I would ever practice such unprofessionalism. You know my standards, Miss Chang, do not make me regret bringing you into this production.”

The reason he began to walk away from her was simple. He felt himself blushing. Out of everything that possibly could have gone wrong, that may just be the worst.

When he slid behind the wheel of the luxury sedan, he took a deep breath, keeping his eyes focused straight ahead as Natalia sat directly behind him. Addison is still talking on and on about Beautiful Endings, raving over the author and her writing. Although he doesn’t disagree with his former student regarding the novel, she could respect Natalia more and allow her to speak every once in awhile.

Holly finally gets into the passenger side and buckles her seatbelt, urging Thomas to start driving, but he’s so distracted by her previous statement of him being smitten, he doesn’t quite register how long he’d been waiting. She expected some snarky comment about how long it took her to join the group in the car, but instead he stayed silent, driving with both hands on the wheel and focusing solely on the road. Surprised, she observes him, watching as he clenches his jaw and his hands are set in place, his knuckles white from the grip he has on it. She couldn’t believe it. He wasn’t just smitten, he’s officially fallen. And hard.

After an hour of being stuck in bumper to bumper traffic, they finally make it to his home. He parks in his driveway, next to Holly’s sporty convertible and he immediately shuts his sedan off and gets out. Thomas takes a deep breath and proceeds to open Natalia’s door after he closes his own, holding his hand out. He’d done this several times while they were in San Francisco, so it was nearly second nature for him, but Holly and Addison watch him in awe. Natalia gets out, squeezing his hand before she releases it and he closes her door before popping the trunk.

“Holly, did the offer on the apartment Natalia was interested in get accepted?”

The screenwriter is too baffled by his strange behavior, his question doesn’t register with her until Addison elbows her.

“Um,” she pushes her glasses up and clears her throat. “No, I’m sorry, Miss York. It was already sold by the time I called.”

Thomas feels his body relax and he sighs quietly, inwardly smiling at the news. He doubted she would go and stay with Addison after witnessing first hand her fanatical personality, so he cleared his throat as he picked Natalia’s bag up, handing it to her before he grabbed his own and shut the trunk after he picked his sweatshirt up.

“Well, perhaps if the offer still stands, I could stay in your guest house, Thomas?”

He clears his throat, glancing away from the continued shocked expressions from Holly and Addison before he starts walking to his front door.

“Of course you may, Natalia. I apologize in advance for the lack of amenities. I hope the one bedroom, one bath will suffice. The kitchen is quite small as well, but it is functional.”

He leads Natalia through his house, showing her around as they go before he takes her across his backyard. She looks around, taking in the nice sized rectangular pool with crystal blue water and the multiple lounge chairs with large umbrellas providing them shade from the hot California sun. She is surprised by the entertaining area behind his home, but admits to herself it is a pleasant surprise. The landscape is meticulously maintained along with the pool. She’s so focused on his yard, she misses him glancing back at her and the smirk that finds his lips. He feels a special pride swelling in his chest knowing she is impressed. They follow the cobblestone walkway back to the corner of the yard where the small, quaint guest house is.

Its grey exterior and white trim only accent the cute, bungalow architecture. It’s homey and welcoming. When he opens the front door for her and she steps in, the interior is as comforting as the outside. She walks to the comfortable looking, light grey couch, setting her bag on it next to the dull orange accent pillows. The color scheme inside is the same as the color of the house itself. Grey is the primary and subtle, toned down colors accent it tastefully. The small home is decorated consistently and it looks as though it is brand new.

Thomas observes her as she explores the his guest house, going from the living room to the bedroom and the attached bathroom before she comes back out and begins looking through the cupboards in the kitchen.

“I could possibly drive you to the local market if you wish. I will need groceries as well.”

He steps behind her, closing one of the cabinet doors that is cracked open. He glances around the space, frowning as he notices how small it is in comparison to his own kitchen.

“That would be…” Natalia turns around, bumping into him and her beautiful, chestnut eyes widen as they meet his deep, entrancing gaze. “... Perfect.”

She can feel his toned body underneath the perfectly tailored, crisp white button down shirt and she wonders if he can feel her heart beating wildly inside her chest. Everything that is uniquely him completely surrounds her. His smell, his cologne, and she swears she can feel his breath hitch as her hands splay across his chest, bracing herself against him.

Neither move as they silently deal with their inner struggles to resist the feelings that are evident between the two. He slowly and carefully places his hands on her waist, his gaze flicking to her lips as he swallows thickly. She notices the movement of his eyes and she leans up towards him, her own focus moving to his mouth as he begins to move towards her as well. Both seem oblivious to anything else around them as their lips near each other, but a noise outside the house breaks them apart. She turns away from him after she backs up and looks down as one of her hands covers her face as it flares with a bright red. He clears his throat, scowling at what happened as he glances out the window, seeing Addison and Holly out on his back patio.

“I’ll um, settle in and then come back over so we may begin work with Holly and Addison.”

Her voice cracks and she bites her bottom lip as she keeps her back turned to him, hiding her face.

“Certainly.”

Without another word, but a glance back at her as he leaves, he steps out of the guest house, welcoming the fresh air after that intimate moment. He couldn’t believe he almost let himself give into the desires he feels when he is around her.

But he also couldn’t believe she wanted to give in as well. He didn’t realize she felt attracted to him in any way.

Once Natalia got settled and Thomas gathered the three women in his living room, they began discussing the film. Throughout the discussion, Holly and Addi notice the stolen glances and lingering stares between the two at the helm of this film.

“I assume you’ve begun sketching ideas for the costumes, Miss Sinclaire?” Thomas is jotting down some notes and glances up at Addi, but his eyes flick over to Natalia who is sitting in the armchair across from him.

“Yeah, I’ve got quite a few.” She smiles mischievously and hands her notebook to Natalia. “Maybe you two can go over the sketches together and decide which ones you like and dislike.”

The author feels her cheeks heat subtly as she takes the notebook and begins to flip through it absentmindedly, not really registering the art within the pages.

“I’m certain he can make the decision. He knows what would be best.”

He rolls his eyes, frowning in a slight annoyance when he knows she can make as good of a decision as he could.

“You are the one who wrote this novel, I believe you know what the clothing should look like. It is simple everyday wear and formal attire, something you have a good taste in.”

Holly raises an eyebrow at the interaction and the reaction Thomas has to Natalia’s self confidence issue. He usually would have torn into someone who has no confidence in their abilities, but instead he reassures her.

“Anyway,” Holly pushes her glasses up and clears her throat, “We need to start thinking of a cast. I’m sure you’ve got some ideas, Thomas?”

He sighs, flipping back through his journal, finding his list of actors and actresses. “I do, but I am not certain who will be best to fill the roles yet. I wanted to consult you all, Natalia especially.”

Her head turns in his direction and she pushes that stray curl behind her ear. That curl that seems to drive Thomas insane.

“I do not know any actors or actresses personally, so it may be best for me to make an educated suggestion, if we were to meet with them each individually.”

He nods and closes his journal, beginning to stand up. “I can make some calls and make certain we can meet with each actor and actress who is on my list.”

Holly and Addi stand up as well, gathering their things, urging Natalia to stand as well. She looks between all of them, smiling softly as they begin for the front door.

“Let me know what you think of those sketches, Nat. I’m so excited to start working with you!”

After saying their goodbyes, the two head out, discussing how Thomas has changed since he met Natalia. And they both admit the change is for the better.

As Natalia grabs her things she hesitates when she reaches for Addi’s journal, but Thomas clears his throat, nodding at her.

“You may take it tonight. Tell me tomorrow which ones you prefer and we will go from there.” He swallows and looks at her, a subtle smile finding his lips as he attempts to soothe the tension. “Would you like me to order in some food?”

Her whole body relaxes as his demeanor softens as well. The two can calm each other beyond measure, even after the moment they shared in the guest house.

“I would love that.”

He nods and moves into the kitchen, fetching his phone and he calls a local restaurant, ordering two entrees before he hangs up. He comes back into the living room and both of them sit on the couch, side by side, beginning to silently work together. The two continue to glance at each other as they work, but she smiles slightly, feeling herself sink back into their normal routine.

And just like that, they were normal again, like nothing ever happened.

#thomas hunt #choices #playchoices #thomas orson hunt #red carpet diaries #thomas hunt x natalia york #hunt x oc #thomas hunt x oc #thomas hunt fancfiction #red carpet diaries fanfic

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The Wild Girl and the Truth Untold | one shot

• crossover with The Wild Girl / The Secret Gospel of Mary Magdalene, by Michèle Roberts Summary: Domitilla Flores is a historian whose research is focused on ancient manuscripts. Her recent investigation revolves around Bible Gospels — most precisely, the supposed existence of Mary Magdalene’s Gospel — and women’s participation in primitive Christianity. Her research put her in contact with Professor Robert Langdon, a famous symbologist, and, consequently, with Sophie Neveu, a cryptologist who is intimately connected to Mary Magdalene’s story. Pairing: Jesus x Mary Magdalene (mentioned) Word count: 1,9k Content warnings: none Author’s note: This fanfiction was written in 2022 as a final evaluation for my English Literature III class in the Letters Teaching Degree at Federal University of Rio Grande do Sul, in Brazil. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Therefore, all names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is purely coincidental. Warning: Plagiarism is a crime! Any reproduction, whether partial or complete, is prohibited without the author’s prior authorization. The characters and the universe hereby presented belong to Dan Brown, Michèle Roberts and the producers of the film’s adaptation; however, Domitilla Flores is a creation of mine, and the story plot is of original content and protected by copyright.

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Rosslyn Chapel, Roslin (Scotland) – 10:15 pm

It has been a few hours since the sun has set in the west and the sky was taken by a deep, dark blue that was sprinkled by sparse, glowing stars and a barely seen new moon. There was a soft breeze in the air, although it was freezing cold that night. Hidden under a warm coat and a hood that covered her face almost entirely, Domitilla Flores walked with tense but firm steps toward one of the most known chapels of Edinburgh. The Rosslyn Chapel had appeared in some of her research papers, but nothing convinced her about its true relevance until that meeting with Professor Langdon a couple of weeks ago. That had changed everything and gave her new hopes.

‘Are you sure that’s the place where I’ll find the answers I’m looking for?’ Domitilla asked Professor Langdon as she took a sip of her tea. He had been adamant that their confabulation must occur in person and decided on a small café close to Harvard University, where he teaches History of Art and Symbology. According to him, she was messing up with an ancient story that many would kill to keep in the shadows. At first, she took it as a jest, but believed in its seriousness as he told her about a case he assisted in France, where he found himself running away from attacks by the Opus Dei.

‘Yes. I already reached out for Sophie Neveu and she agreed to help you. She’s a cryptologist and is very interested in your research.’ Robert replied casually and Domitilla frowned.

‘What do you mean by that?’

‘It will be better if she explains that herself. You can trust her.’ Even with Professor Langdon’s voucher, she was suspicious of this mystery woman, but decided to trust her colleague and accepted the card he offered her with Neveu’s contact information.

And that is how she found herself in a different country, climbing the stone steps of that historic chapel in the middle of a cold night. As she knocked on the wooden door, it was just a moment until a female face greeted her. ‘Domitilla Flores?’ At her affirmative nod, she was prompted to quickly enter the sacred building.

‘I must confess that I was quite anxious for your arrival ever since Robert called me about your research! I’m Sophie Neveu, by the way.’ Domitilla noticed the first-name basis, but did not comment on that.

‘I could say the same’, she replied a little unsure. ‘Professor Langdon said you’re interested in my research, but I failed to understand it… people usually find it a heresy, not an excitement.’

‘Oh, I’m sure Robert was quite cryptic when talking about me!’ Sophie replied with a smile. ‘He’s into the secret now, but you’ll get it when you see it first-hand. Let’s get into the library and I’ll explain everything to you.’

They walked in silence along the stone path, softly illuminated by the decorated stained-glass on the high windows and the spare lamps that resembled ancient torches, until they reached a door hidden behind the altar.

‘Really?!’ Domitilla expressed her suspicious in a whisper-shout. ‘The library is behind the altar? Through a door that no one can normally see?’

‘Shh… be quiet!’ It was Sophie’s answer. ‘Just trust and follow me.’

And so she followed the cryptologist down a circular stair of stones into the underground of the chapel. The pathway was narrow and irregular, until they reached a small hallway illuminated by the same exquisite lamp-torches. Right in front of the stairs was a wooden door — it seemed old, but incredibly sturdy at the same time. Sophie used five large keys to unlock it. With a smug smile on her face, she prompted Domitilla to enter first, which she did with a raised eyebrow.

The chamber inside was not large, but it was not small, either. The walls were made of shelves in which were placed books and an incredible number of rolls — which Domitilla soon discovered them to be parchments and papyri. In the centre, there was a wooden table stacked with old papers and books. The room as a whole smelled old and, as a historian, Domitilla could not have been happier.

‘Welcome to the secret library of the Priori of Sion’, said Sophie with pride in her voice.

Domitilla, who was admiring the underground room, was taken by surprise. ‘What?! Do you mean… the Priori of Sion? How do you have access to it? And how am I allowed down here?’

The Priori of Sion is an ancient organization that had been keeping the secrets regarding the Holy Grail. Domitilla Flores came upon that name through her research but could never find anything concrete about them. Just rumours and a great amount of mystery. Her shock at been standing inside their most precious archive was quite understandable.

‘Well… my brother would certainly disapprove of this,’ Sophie started to explain, ‘but you’re allowed in here because currently I’m the safeguard of the library. As I’m sure you’ll find out very soon, I’m deeply related to the Priori of Sion’s mission, and — therefore — very interested in your findings and its publication.’

‘I’m quite confused, now… shouldn’t you be keeping all of this in secret, then?’ Domitilla asked.

‘Until this very moment, all of this has been kept hidden away in secret and it almost got Robert and I killed. I think it’s time for the world to know the truth untold by the Church.’ Walking around the table, Sophie pointed towards two blocks of paper. ‘Look at these. I’m sure it will spark your interest.’

Coming to a stop beside Sophie, Domitilla took one of the books in her hands and shifted through its pages carefully, as it was ancient. Shouldn’t I be using some gloves for this? It was her immediate thought, but it vanished as soon as she noticed the title at the first page. ‘The Secret Gospel of Mary Magdalene?! Is this even true? Did she really write this?’

‘She did’, Sophie answered in a soft tone, full of admiration. ‘But, of course, Simon Peter founded his precious Church without including her witness in the official New Testament, which is quite a blasphemy. The irony of this!’ Sophie’s anger could be felt in the air and in her voice. ‘In the other one you’ll find her late diary — her memories and experiences after the death of Jesus, most precisely. And the start of the Priori, although it was named only years later.’

‘This is incredible!’ Domitilla was fascinated by Mary Magdalene’s writings and all the repercussions that would come with their revelation. ‘Are you sure I can use these on my research?’

‘Yes, please! It’s a great burden to guard all of this in secret’, Sophie said as she gestured around the library. ‘Just don’t reveal any recent names… as bold as I am to release all this knowledge to the world, I’m still not ready to die’, she continued cryptically. ‘And I’m certain that there are still some other secret organizations ready to finish my lineage.’

‘Your lineage?’ Domitilla asked, confused for a second. ‘Oh. My. God! You’re a descendant from Mary Magdalene?! And from Jesus?!’ She was amazed by that discovery and felt very honoured now that she knew the truth. ‘Wow… don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. Well, part of it, at least!’

Domitilla sat on the chair by the table and rummaged through the ancient pages, taking notes in her small notebook and taking pictures of important passages with her cell phone. She even found a well-kept family tree — it started with the names of Jesus and Mary Magdalene, followed by their only child, Deborah, passing through the Merovingian kings, until they stopped with the names of Sophie Neveu and her brother.

Throughout the next hours, Sophie helped Domitilla to gather all the necessary information needed for her academic work, even though she made sure to welcome her into the library another time, if needed.

It was breaking dawn when Domitilla finally left the Rosslyn Chapel.

The Original Rosslyn Inn, Roslin (Scotland) – 3:27 pm

After a warm shower, a snack, and a few hours of sleep, Domitilla Flores finally sat in front of her laptop to transfer her data to a secure platform and start putting her research findings into an organized and readable text. As promised, she left Sophie and her close family members’ names out of her paper, but mentioned Deborah, which was Jesus and Mary Magdalene’s only daughter, and a few more people that she found important to the story. Even though there was an entire chapter to the story of Mary Magdalene and her relationship with Jesus, which culminated in the creation of the Priori of Sion, there was also a chapter regarding the changes Simon Peter did to the Church. As Mary Magdalene’s witness — and disregarded gospel — could prove, there was a wish from Jesus to include women actively into the faith, something that was erased from the New Testament Scriptures and the Church as we know it when Simon Peter took the lead after the Lord’s sacrifice.

In the following weeks, Domitilla travelled to France, where she decided to finish her manuscript and take pictures of a few landscapes that could be incorporated in her publication, since her research mentioned Mary Magdalene’s journey to the country. One particularly image that she added was the front of the Musée du Louvre, focusing on the giant pyramid — it was a secret allusion to the inverted one and what lies underneath: the tomb of Mary Magdalene.

Carrousel du Louvre, Paris (France) – 6:45 pm

Six weeks had passed since Domitilla Flores met Sophie Neveu, and the final version of the manuscript was completed, at last. The historian was careful enough to erase any data from her cell phone and laptop, leaving the research in a safe and cryptographed platform. There were a few copies that she sent to Sophie and to Robert Langdon, just to be sure that it would not be misplaced. It was rightfully named as The Wild Girl and the Truth Untold.

Feeling like her purpose was accomplished, Domitilla left the hotel for one last walk through Paris, which led her towards the Carrousel du Louvre, an underground shopping mall where the inverted glass pyramid could be found. It was near to the closing time, so there were few people around the lobby, which made it easier for the historian to kneel before the small stone pyramid situated right below the inverted one.

‘Thank you’, she said in a soft tone so nobody else could hear her words. ‘You fought for us in your time, even though no one would listen to your pleas. But now the world will finally be aware of your story — your true story.’

With a final measure, Domitilla concluded her visit to Mary Magdalene’s secret tomb and left the small shopping mall. Her heels echoed on the floor at every confident step, resounding the certainty that she had done what was right in memory of Mary Magdalene and for all women out there around the globe.

As she walked down the streets of Paris, admiring the view one last time before going to the airport to travel back to the United States of America, she did not notice the mysterious figure that silently followed her steps, all cladded in black.

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Hello, friends! 💖 I hope you liked this story as much as I did in writing it, as it is about a theme that I do not usually write — or even read — about. It was, however, quite interesting and fun to mix these two fandoms! Please, let me know all your thoughts about it! Acknowledgements: A very grateful thanks to my English Literature III Professor, for giving me the opportunity to read texts that I usually wouldn’t choose for myself. I really loved to read them! And a warm thanks to you, who took the time to read my story.

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