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Fluff And Angst Masterlist

A Different Kind of Philly (ao3) - NiniMeggie

Summary: Dan is getting to an age where he is meant to be looking for a bride from one of the neighbouring kingdoms. After messengers are sent from various kingdoms from both lords and kings offering their daughters’ hands, Dan has a lot to consider. His father sends invites to the interested parties of the top three kingdoms and tells his son to pick whichever filly his heart desires. After meeting them, he thinks the Philly he wants is one his father would not approve of.

All That You Are is All That I'll Ever Need (ao3) - ficslesters (sohmaskyos), starrywrite

Summary: Dan Howell is just ordinary, but his boyfriend Phil is Amazing(Phil from YouTube). Or, AU in which Dan isn’t a YouTuber.

Back to Normal (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: When Dan joins Phil on a family vacation to Florida, Phil's mother thinks they've finally gotten together, Dan panics and goes along with it...

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?

Danfiction (ao3) - EvaSage

Summary: Phil likes to indulge in phanfiction every once in a while, none more so than the work of one particular writer; @danfiction. But when their latest fic comes a little to close for comfort, Phil must question long-held beliefs and break through new barriers.

Dan the Personal Assistant (ao3) - blissedoutphil

Summary: Dan has to submit an application video to be an assistant for a company President, Mr. Lester. But what happens when he accidentally sends a wrong video?

Feeling Good (ao3) - barboletta

Summary: The life of Dan Howell, British single skater, is separated in two parts - before and after. Now, after two years of hospitals, plaster and no training he tries to prove to everone, and first of all himself, that he's still able to skate and compete on the highest levels. But there are some people in his life, who has known it all along.

First Impressions (Perhaps I Was Wrong) (ao3) - Ablissa

Summary: Phil Lester goes back to university for his third year, expecting to live in the dorms with his childhood best friend PJ. That's how it's been for the past years, after all. However, due to a mistake of some sort, he finds himself with a new roommate to spend the semester with. Daniel Howell, three years his junior, has rich brown eyes, a laptop to hide them behind, and not more than two words to spare in Phil's direction. Phil is no fortune teller, but he foresees the upcoming months will be filled with a whole lot of awkward silence.

Unless, of course, Dan proves him wrong... Could one little mistake lead to something entirely life-changing? Perhaps it could. After all, nearly everything changes when Phil meets Dan.

Here's Hope (ao3) - CanYourDan

Summary: In the past Omegas were treated terribly, however due to new laws in England, this practice has become illegal. Phil Lester works for an Omega rescue center, and so far things have been all business, however when a maltreated Omega named Dan comes in, things become complicated for Phil as he does the thing the center always advises against, his heart becomes involved, and he feels like it's breaking.

House Sitter (ao3) - Doesyourhusbandknowtheway

Summary: Dan Howell's parents are going on a 12 day vacation and refuse to let their sixteen year old son stay home alone for that long. They hire Phil, a nineteen year old boy from the neighborhood to stay at the house with Dan and to keep an eye on things. Who knew 12 days (and Phil Lester) could completely change Dan Howell's life?

Kinsey Two (ao3) - thatsmistertoyou

Summary: The Kinsey scale, also called the Heterosexual–Homosexual Rating Scale, attempts to describe a person’s sexual experience or response at a given time.

Life without you would be a nightmare (ao3) - winstonlives

Summary: Dan woke with a start. His heart pounding and his face wet with tears. 'What the hell?" he breathed. He sat up and rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hands, and rested his elbows on his knees. He had to stand up, had to get the feeling worked out of him. His dream was so vivid, too real. He went into the lounge and picked up his laptop. A distraction, that's what he needed. He enabled his browsing position and started to scroll. However, his head started to bob almost instantly and fell asleep within minutes. He slept for a mere half hour before he once again woke, upset by his dream. He stood and walked to his bedroom door. Instead of turning right, he turned left and knocked gently on Phil's door.

Open When You Need To Know How Much I Love You (ao3) - Rhensis

Summary: When they first meet, Phil writes Dan a series of letters, and as their relationship and lives pan out in the most extraordinary ways, Dan finds himself relying on those letters.

Painting Flowers (ao3) - starrywrite

Summary: AU! Stereotypes insist that tattoo artists are usually terrifyingly intimidating with big muscles and thick accents. And then there’s Phil Lester: lanky, awkward, and ironically afraid of needles, yet arguably London’s finest tattoo artist and manager of the infamous Ink Poisoning. Despite the fact that Phil’s life is considered, by some, to be a bit unorthodox, there’s nothing in the world he’d change about it… except maybe he’d like someone to come home to other than his hairless cat, Dobby. But it goes without saying that after the catastrophe that was his last relationship, Phil can’t help but to cling to the safety net that is remaining single.

And then he meets Dan Howell, the budding florist who takes over the flower shop across the street and soon after becomes “the pastel flower prince of his heart” (as dubbed by Phil’s best mate Katie). Despite insisting that he feels no romantic attraction to the florist, Phil can’t deny that that needles aren’t the only thing that makes his heart race anymore.

Phoenix down (ao3) - ColdPorridge22

Summary: Phil does something heroic, but gets gravely injured. Dan gets a profound lesson in taking people for granted as he is faced with possibly losing Phil forever.

On the long road to recovery they struggle to keep their feelings to themselves, because they're both absolutely sure the other doesn't feel the same way. But that might hurt more than it helps...

read between the lines (i will if you will) (ao3) - Ablissa

Summary: Phil ^_^ (5:31 PM) Dan?

danisNOTonfire xD i swear im really not. come check. (5:31 PM) yeah?

Phil ^_^ (5:32 PM) I think I'm in love with you I just I can't wait to meet you -- Skype conversations between Dan and Phil, leading up to their first meeting. 2009!Phan. Prepare for fluff.

Revenge is Sweet (ao3) - danteasers

Summary: Phil's girlfriend breaks up with him, and to make her jealous Dan and Phil go to some extremes that make them question their feelings about each other.

Ride With the Moon In the Dead of Night (ao3) - mooksie01

Summary: Phil seriously needs to buy some allergy medicine or something. Or at least open a window next time he performs a demonic ritual. He wouldn't have thought that one little sneeze could've messed up a spell so bad, but now he has a demon on his hands and only six days to get rid of it before he's stuck with it forever.

...And maybe the demon is acting like a total cinnamon roll, but Phil is positive that it's all just an elaborate ruse.

Secrets We Didn't Need To Keep (ao3) - Ablissa

Summary: Dan Howell. Twenty-four. In love with his best friend and flatmate, Phil Lester, for the past five years.

Dan usually gets by, he does. He won't tell Phil, obviously not. But he can't even picture seeing the man with somebody else, and it seems like this time around, there is a somebody else.

In the middle of the night, we are all suspended in a strange void. In this suspension, secrets become hard to keep.

And that's not always a bad thing.

Steal My Heart (steal my whole life too) (ao3) - auroraphilealis (peachrayne), INeverHadMyInternetPhase (BirbWatcher)

Summary: Captain of the Royal Guard and Prince of Morellia, Philip Lester has never been given the chance to find love. Instead, he’s run from a system that works to end class differences and improve equality for its citizens. Happy as he is to make the world a better place, Phil can’t help feeling bitter towards his ancestors for making it impossible for him to find someone who will actually love him for more than just his title, and strives instead for a life of justice and doing good - only to meet his match in the King of Thieves, a man who will change everything he once thought he knew in life. Together, they must depart on a quest to save the kingdom, and, in the process, destroy their differences and find their own form of love.

The Prince and the Youtuber (ao3) - koleen

Summary: Dan Howell is the Prince of England and the first grandson of a late King, and Phil Lester is a famous Youtuber who turns out to be the first grandson of a late King’s Hand, the best friend of the late King. On one night of celebration of their daughters’ pregnancies 18 years ago, the best friends made a drunken pact to marry their first grandchildren to each other the year they both turn 18, completely forgetting to consider that their first grandchildren could both be male.

What Happened Last Night? (ao3) - duskomybloom

Summary: Things get complicated when Dan wakes up in Phil's bed after a party and he has no idea how he got there.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #phanfic #phan #masterlists #fluff #fluff masterlist #angst #angst masterlist #dan and phil

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nerbulent · 5 months

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man getting my legs and arms cut off is almost as bad as the time that someone dereailede myr post about prefente markiplier fanficiton by mentioning that they like infrrtile markiplier danfiction. now that was horrible

#people on this website need to learn that when i make a post i don't want anyone to interact with or even think about it. i don't even want #them to see it at all. they need to make and think about and see their own damn post i didn't make it for them

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kittytheroseofkirea · 2 years

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I have half heartedly considered rewriting one of my original works into a fanfiction. Bc it's incredibly disjointed (on purpose) but each "scene" is only ever a couple hundred words long. But without a ton more work, it could never be a real thing

But as a danfiction, the disjointedness could work in the stories favor, and would accomplish the point of it

Plus it might be fun to whump on Roman

#why weite original works when you can just hurt your favorite characters?#roman sanders #sanders sides #tss fic #maybe someday #considering trying to write again #writing

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albertsbootayyy · 2 years

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When you’re listening to a song and it gives you the PERFECT IDEA FOR A DANFICTION AAAHHH

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alexcat45 · 3 years

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Summary: Clint is dying to know what's going on between Tony and Steve. He enlists Nat's help to find out.

Notes: For the Cap- Iron Man Alphabet Challenge - The letter K. K is for Kraken.

#capimalphabet2021 #danfiction #mcu #stony #steve rogers/tony stark

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imaginemedreamingstuff · 6 years

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Special Agent - Special Love || Daniel Howell

A/N: this is a little bit unusual but I think it’s really intresting so intresting even that I’m considering to write more parts but only if you want that! this was again requested, big thank you for that!

Word Count: 1.9K

POV: Reader

MASTERLIST // PART TWO // PART THREE // PART FOUR

“Agent Wolf, we need you to work together with Special Agent XY” The grand boss and organiser of our team explained to my dark haired colleague, speaking with a deep and powerful voice.

“Why can’t I do it on my own?” Dan protested, visibly repelled by the idea of working with me.

“This task requires two people, if you can’t do that we will find an agent who will.” Our boss said sternly as he looked at him.

Howell and I had worked together before briefly in the past, but that was years ago when I had just started to work for the MI6.

Lets us just say that we didn’t get on very brilliantly and therefore also didn’t form the greatest team. We had one big mission during that time. We had to storm a building along with 10 other agents. Since I was a newbie Dan’s main job was to look after me, but I ended up saving his life by shooting a guy that stormed towards him from behind. Agent Wolf, the greatest man the MI6 could offer, was saved by a young woman, who was just a trainee. We barely spoke ever since, exchanged a few cold glances whenever we saw each other and had a few disputes during some briefings.

This was the first time that we had been teamed up after that incident. I had quickly gained a lot of approval and skill and without planning to I was suddenly the first person ever to become Special Agent in only three years.

“Your mission requires special outfits.” Our boss explained, making the two of us wonder what kind of extraordinary job we possibly could have been assigned to do.

When our equipment specialist walked into the room both of our mouth did indeed hang open in surprise. They were carrying elegant evening attire, a fancy but classic black suit and bow tie for Howell and a tight but long red dress for me.

“We smuggled you into the biggest event of the year, it’s a gala in the Royal Hall of London. Every influential person is going to be there, including our target Steven Hawkman. He is suspected to be a great threat to not only our whole country but also to other countries all over Europe.”

Dan and I sucked in every piece of information we were told, forgetting about the fancy clothing thing.

“You are going to go there as Mr and Mrs Goldsworthy, a young, married couple who has just made their first billion with their IT firm and who is also in direct line to the British throne.” Our boss kept explaining all the details we had to know in order to be authentic.

I shot Dan an awkward glance as soon as we were told that we are supposed to portray a couple. Howell faked an expression of disgust at the mention of it. I just shook my head in annoyance.

“During the Gala, there will be countless of times when Hawkman is not going to be in his special lounge. I want you to sneak in there and get us his phone.”

We both nodded to signal that we had understood, our faces full of determination.

“Now agents, you need to get dressed, our special team will also do your hair and makeup.”

“You’re gonna need a lot of makeup for her.” Dan joked mockingly, making me roll my eyes and hold back a remark on how childish he sounded.

“Can you do something about his terrible hair, it looks like a bird’s nest rather than a haircut?” I asked our styling team to tease him and judging by his facial expression it worked.

The tips of his ears had gotten red in anger but he didn’t have enough time for a mean comeback since we were both pulled in separate rooms in order to get ready for our mission.

When I walked out of my “dressing room” Dan was already waiting for me. I could see his eyes widen as soon he saw me.

“Like what you see?” I asked him, with a light smirk on my face. The red dress fit almost like a second skin and hugged all of my curves perfectly.

“N-no” he answered and swallowed hard. Howell tried to look at me derogatorily, but his red cheeks were prominent and everybody could see it.

He stared at the ground to avoid making eye contact or getting too distracted by my looks.

I had to admit he was pretty handsome as well. I would be lying if I tried to tell you that Dan isn’t attractive, I could never tell him that of course.

‘His hair is just so hot. Oh god, I want to run my fingers through it’ ‘Wait Y/N- what the hell are you thinking about!’ I wanted to slap myself for having thoughts like this.

“Agent Wolf, Special Agent XY, are you ready?”

We both had to gather ourselves again before we shared a quick glance and nodded.

“And remember, you are supposed the be a couple so act like one!” Our boss reminded us harshly, making my heart skip a beat and my palms sweaty.

We were driven to the gala in a fancy black limousine, throughout the whole ride we didn’t even speak once. Instead we avoided each other’s eyes but stole secret glances at the other from time to time.

‘You need to concentrate on the mission’ I scolded myself as I caught myself staring at how broad Dan’s shoulders looked in his black suit.

Once the vehicle came to a halt I reached for the door, but Dan’s stern look made me stop in the middle of my tracks. He got out of the limousine himself and walked over to my side of the car to open the door for me. As he held out his hand for me to take I could hear him curse under his breath.

“Married to you. What a sick nightmare.” He mumbled but slung an arm around my back at the same time.

I could feel the warmth of his body incredibly close to mine as we walked into the building together.

“Mr and Mrs Goldsworthy” I told the security guard while Dan showed him our invitations to the event.

The man, who could have been hulks little brother, smiled at us before he let us in. Once we were inside I was overwhelmed by everything that was happening.

There was a huge dance floor, an orchestra and a band, a buffet that was approximately a kilometre long and waiters carrying champagne and prosecco.

A gigantic chandelier gave the whole hall a silvery sheen. There were hundreds of people sitting on round tables, standing or dancing. Each and every one of the guests showed off breath taking evening attire. It was a colourful whirl of ballgowns and black tuxedos.

I took Dan’s arm as we took a look around.

“Champagne for you?” A waiter asked us politely.

I smiled and nodded so Dan handed me a glass.

“Thank you, Darling.” I said earning a smile that almost looked painful from my co-worker.

We chatted a little bit while drinking the alcoholic beverage to not seem suspicious.

“All of this old geezers are staring at you.” Dan hissed almost angrily.

I turned my head to see that at least three very old but also very rich men kept gawking at my ass, making me almost groan in annoyance.

Dan seemed to be visibly disturbed by it as well and wrapped his arm tighter around me to protect me from their eager eyes.

“When did Agent Wolf become a gentleman?” I asked him and sounded almost like I was flirting, which I hadn’t intended. It just happened.

“Uh-“ He stuttered at first as his face grew a light shade of pink, but then he seemed to realise that we were supposed to hate each other. “I didn’t. It’s just part of the mission.” He grunted, making me roll my eyes.

As the first dance of the evening was announced we realized that this could be the perfect time to start our plan.

“Ready?” Dan whispered.

“Ready” I answered and we quickly but not suspiciously fast made our way up the stairs the box of Hawkman. Only very special guests were given theatre boxes at galas like this, luckily for us he barely used his.

We sneaked into the small room that was more like a balcony and immediately spotted his phone on the tiny table.

It was almost too easy.

Suddenly we heard footsteps coming closer. My heart started to beat immensely fast but my thoughts were still clear.

Once we realized that the person was indeed heading towards us we knew there was no escaping.

In the blink of an eye I went over all of the options we had left in my head and came to the conclusion that there was only one.

“Kiss me!” I whisper-yelled at Dan.

He stared at me as if I had completely lost my mind, while his eyes were almost falling out of their sockets.

“Wh-hat?” he stuttered in utter disbelief and his expression spoke of pure confusion.

“I said k- oh screw this.” I cussed as I threw my body onto his and connected our lips.

I couldn’t help but feel my heart jump in excitement and satisfaction as if it was shouting ‘Finally!’.

His lips were soft and pressed up against mine awkwardly at first, but as soon as he had recovered from his initial shock he started moving them against mine skilfully.

Somehow my hands found their way to his hair.

“Hands on my bum” I whispered in between kisses and although he still looked surprised he did what I told him.

One of his big hands traced down my back slowly until he reached my butt and squeezed it lightly. The other hands kept wandering over my cleavage, making me the surprised one.

We kept making out and at one point, I tell you, we had completely forgotten about the fact that we were agents of the MI6 and in the middle of an important mission.

When the door opened and revealed an armed security guard we almost didn’t hear him at first.

“What are doing- oh”

We immediately jumped apart from each other and acted shocked and embarrassed.

“Oh my god, we are so sorry.” I apologized and acted like I was hiding behind my ‘husband’ in shame.

Dan told the security guy our names and showed him our invites. Mr and Mrs Goldsworthy seemed to be two were influential and people because the man didn’t ask us any more questions.

“I’m sorry that I interrupted you, Mr and Mrs Goldsworthy. This is just the lounge of Mr Hawkman and it’s my job to keep an eye on it.

“That makes sense. We didn’t know that. Since it was empty we assumed it didn’t belong to anyone. It won’t happen again, Sir.” Dan explained before we said our goodbyes and he walked me out of the building.

“That was – “ I started.

“Hot” Dan breathed, his cheeks still red.

“Close” I finished the sentence at the same time as Dan.

He cleared his throat awkwardly “Close, yeah exactly what I said”.

“So do you got it?” Agent Wolf then asked me, returning to his old cold self.

“I became special agent for a reason.” I just said and showed him the phone in my purse...

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tori-castellan · 6 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Luke/Tori, Luke/OFC, Luke/OC Characters: Luke Castellan, Tori Williams, OC - Tori Williams Additional Tags: suicidal thoughts and feelings, refusal of reality, NOT a guide to mental health, TheBrightestNight, It's the Perfect Story, I Need Another Story Series: Part 8 of "It's the Perfect Story" Asides/Aus/One-Shots, Part 2 of Djiin Dreams Summary:

Companion Piece to "Djinn Dreams". This is the story of the life Tori never got to have, and how it's affected her.

#memories of a place unknown #moapu #luke/tori #luke castellan #tori williams #danfiction #notesofarichlycolorednight

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anarchistcats · 7 years

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don’t know if someone already did this. and yes i messed up the lyric, sue me. @danielhowell

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phanquecito · 7 years

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danfiction,,

#idk wtf im doing #sorry but im not sorry anymore #shitpost #dan howell #danisnotonfire #danisnotinteresting #dan howell imagine #dan howell x reader #danisnotonfire imagine #danfiction #amzingphil #phil lester #Dan and Phil #imagine phan #phan imagine #phan #danandphilgames #amazing #amazingphil

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katyobsesses · 3 years

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And now I'm on a rail replacement bus for an hour and 10 minutes. It's a double decker though which is cool so I'm up at the top. But it stinks. And barely anyone is wearing a mask.

#thank god for vaxines i guess #and the ability to download danfiction to read #katy liveblogs life

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mightyfineblog · 4 years

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Comfort

Ben Hardy x Reader

Fluffy comfort and sweet tunes

“Baby I’m knackered” I yawned snuggling in my boyfriend’s arms.

“I’d be too. You did amazing today.” His arms kept me close to his chest.

“You reckon?” I murmured.

“You save lives every day at the hospital. A few can brag about it.” Ben rubbed my back with his hand pressing his thumb to all tense spots along my spine.

“Mmm” I moaned at the tension leaving my body.

“Any way I can help.” Ben kissed the top of my head.

“Can I just lay here for a minute?” I lifted my head with hooded eyes to look at him.

“What kind of boyfriend I’d be if I didn’t let you sleep on me ?! Come ‘ere.” He pushed my head down, where I was able to listen to his hear.

“Sing to me, please.” I made the puppy face, although he couldn’t see it.

“Extortion of power at its finest.” He chuckled.

“Come in Benny, you know how much I love it when you even hum a melody…” I yawned, knowing I won’t be long before I fall asleep.

“What was that song … mmm… okay

We got the afternoon

You got this room for two

One thing I've left to do

Discover me

Discovering you

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whatdoyouexpectthistime · 4 years

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MJS Aftermath - SIX FEET The Final Part

It was in silence Miho drove through dim backstreets two nights later, though Kurosawa prattled unnecessary reassurances in her ears through her tiny earbud radio.

“I’m fine, Toru,” she muttered for the seventh time. “It’s like the Chief said - the mole won’t hurt me until he or she is sure the information that might incriminate them cannot fall into the hands of any authority.”

“Still,” he grumbled, in his place of hiding near Miho’s destination. “I feel ill thinking you may be at the mercy of this unscrupulous creature.”

“Shut up, Kurosawa,” Kaga snapped. “Keep comms clear.”

And for once, Miho was glad to hear the acid of Kaga’s voice.

“Don’t worry your heads about this,” Miho told them. “This idiot won’t know what hit ‘em.”

She was early, as was part of the plan, and so was Namba, who she was there to meet and pass on the package she had only just received - presumably sent on the day of Goto’s death.

It had to be somewhere quiet, somewhere other people would not get involved should violence break out, and despite her bravado, Miho actually shuddered a little at the gloom of the dockside warehouse. No one in sight, no one to catch stray bullets, except for the small group of instructors Namba had enlisted for the operation.

Her steps sounded loudly against the moist asphalt, bouncing off concrete walls and worn, metal shipping containers. Slowly, she made her way around the building toward a single door, trepidation growing, twisting knots in her stomach she obstinately refused to show in her expression.

“That’s quite far enough,” a raspy, gravelly voice asserted, and Miho flinched then froze.

The kind of voice that did far too much yelling.

“Chief?” she queried, though she knew it wasn’t him.

“We have contact,” Namba’s voice hissed in Miho’s ear.

“I should be,” the man’s voice came again, oblivious to the voices in Miho’s head.

Slowly, she hazarded to turn her head.

The outline was average except perhaps for the hair, messy waves of ink from crown to shoulders in a decidedly unkempt manner.

“Instructor Nagita?” Miho blinked, mostly for the benefit of the others in case they did not have a clear enough line of sight. “I am supposed to be meeting Chief Namba here. Is everything okay? Did something happen?”

Playing dumb was not Miho’s strong suit, but she tried just the same.

It was then he pulled out a gun - not how Miho would have played it given she’d just given him the opportunity to play along, but anyone who picked a fight with Goto and his people couldn’t really be considered smart.

“Don’t play ignorant with me! Give me the contents of the package Goto sent you,” he demanded roughly, inching a little closer to her, and Miho shuffled back a little, away from the warehouse wall.

“I will shoot you,” he insisted, waving the firearm a little erratically, before a gunshot rang out.

Miho’s breath stalled, her chest clenched and her gaze fixed on the slumping figure of Nagita, who a few seconds later was face down. Trembling, Miho touched her hand to her cheek - wet, warm, fresh blood transferred to her fingers.

“What…?” she stammered out, as a new form stepped from the shadows and claimed responsibility for Nagita’s murder.

“Is that… Chiba?” Soma said through comms.

“The student?” Subaru sought in clarification. “We should move now!”

“Hold,” Namba instructed. “If there are even students involved in this, we don’t know who else may be involved.”

“That student just killed an instructor,” Subaru pointed out. “You think he’s going to hesitate to kill Miho?”

“It’s fine, okay?” Miho breathed, holding both her hands up in front of her. “Just… relax.”

“Kurai knew Nagita didn’t have the guts to follow through,” Chiba announced, his voice contrastingly soft and boyish considering the situation. “But this is my way out of mediocrity, out of obscurity. No one will ever overlook me again.”

“Keep him talking, Mrs. Goto,” Ishigami encouraged. “We’re converging on your position.”

“Well, I think I can say,” Miho began carefully. “If I had met you, before now, I would not have overlooked you… and if I knew your name…?”

“Chiba Daisuke,” he announced proudly - obviously not a seasoned criminal even with fresh blood on his hands.

“And, Mr. Chiba, you ah… you’re working for Kurai then? An enforcer by the looks of it - it looks good on you.”

“Not for, with,” he corrected.

“Oh, obviously,” Miho rushed. “Man of your bearing, I suppose, takes orders from no one… right?”

“Including you, Mrs. Goto,” he smiled, so innocently it seemed so ridiculous he held her at gun-point. “It’s a shame, because I actually liked Instructor Goto…”

“He’s gearing up to kill her too, I’m moving in!” Subaru barked.

“... but,” Chiba continued. “I can’t allow you to blow my cover, so I’m going to have to…”

“FREEZE!” Ishigami shouted, appearing dramatically, and simultaneously Miho let out a squeak as Subaru snatched her around the waist and put himself between her and Chiba.

“Don’t move!” Kaga added, emerging with Soma, their own guns drawn.

“Reach for the sky, scumbag!” Kurosawa exclaimed, and no doubt they all would have facepalmed were the circumstances not so serious.

“It’s over, Chiba,” Namba told him, and indeed, Chiba was now surrounded. “Put down the gun so no one else gets hurt.”

“Get her out of here,” Ishigami commanded of Subaru, and he did not have to be asked twice.

“Hold it!” Chiba barked, uncharacteristically sharp. “Move and I’ll shoot!”

“And in which universe do you think you’ll walk away from this if you do?” Kaga scoffed. “You fire, we fire, and you’re dead.”

“I… I’ll still take one of you with me,” Chiba declared, no longer sounding so confident, his gun hand wavering a little.

In a dramatic crash that blocked Miho and Subaru from Chiba’s line of sight, the door Miho had earlier been heading for opened, and a body tackled the murderous student.

The gun skidded across the ground and was quickly scooped up by Soma, while the others jumped in to restrain the young man.

“Come on,” Subaru urged, but Miho would not be moved, transfixed on the fray of arms and legs.

And she gasped when Chiba was dragged to his feet and cuffed, because with order restored, Miho could see who it was that had intervened.

“The hell are you going here?” Subaru growled, glaring at the man.

“Did you really think I was going to allow you to put my wife in such danger and not oversee her safety myself?” Goto huffed, straightening his clothes.

But his eyes looked beyond his friend to Miho’s blood speckled face, her tear-brimming, lip-quivering expression that broke his heart all over again.

“Get going, dead-man,” Kaga snorted curtly. “You can’t be here.”

“Seiji,” Miho whispered thickly, fighting Subaru’s grip on her unsuccessfully.

“Go!” Subaru growled, grappling Miho as she struggled. “I’ll take care of her.”

“I’ll take care of you if you don’t let me GO!” Miho shrieked, a wildcat now, flailing.

With a broken look, Goto began to back away, mouthing one word before he turned and ran.

“Soon.”

The aftermath dragged on well through the night and into the morning, and at nine Miho was sitting on the couch in Ishigami’s office - still pouting.

“Looks like you could use this,” Kaga declared, dropping a steaming mug of coffee into Miho’s line of sight.

Her eyes rolled up to look at him skeptically.

“If Ishigami sees you in here, you’re toast,” she declared, reaching for the mug… which he then moved out of her reach. “Do that again and you won’t need to worry about him.”

“Oh yeah?” Kaga smirked, holding his ground. “Right now, I could take you with just my little finger.”

“I suggest you keep you little finger, and all other appendages, away from Mrs. Goto,” Ishigami said coldly from the doorway, and Miho used the opportunity to relieve Kaga of the mug. “And remove yourself from my office.”

“So you can move in on her instead? You’ve got no chance, four-eyes,” Kaga dropped, shoving past him on the way out.

Silence settled in the wake of his exit, until Miho sat back down.

“How are you holding up?” Ishigami asked carefully.

“Still mad,” she replied waspishly. “You could have given me a minute with him.”

“As I said before, every moment he breaks cover is a chance for Kurai to discover his deception,” he pointed out, and not for the first time.

Noisily, Miho slurped her coffee.

“A counsellor from the Department will be in contact in the next few days.”

“I don’t need counselling, Ishigami,” Miho grumped. “I need my hus…”

“... husband back, yes I understand,” he filled in, nodding. “And I am sure he feels as anxious for this operation to be as over as you.”

To this, Miho grunted, sculled the rest of the coffee - ignoring the burn - and rolled her neck.

“I’m going home,” she announced.

“Ichiyanagi will drive you,” he informed her. “Chief Namba and I agree you should have protection until such time as the Kurai are neutralised, just in case they…”

“No,” she disagreed.

“I’m actually not giving you a choice,” Ishigami retorted, finally putting his foot down. “You insisted on involving yourself, and now you will put up with the consequences.”

Her jaw worked, but she wasn’t so unreasonable that she wouldn’t accept responsibility for her own actions.

“Fine, I’m leaving now,” she grumped, grabbed her bag, and stalked out.

“So, you’re not going to talk to me forever now?” Subaru sniffed, following Miho up the path to her front door.

Of course - to prove the point - Miho did not respond.

As she slipped the key into the lock, barking greeted her, and she had to grit her teeth not to allow exhausted tears to spill. Ishigami and Kaga bounced up against her the moment she cleared the door, and she gladly sat on the floor to let the greyhound wiggling soothe her weary heart.

“I’ll put the kettle on,” Subaru said, walking past the tangle unscathed while Miho snuggled her face against soft, sleek doggy heads.

“Daddy will be home soon,” she whispered to her ‘kids’, before struggling back up.

She needed sleep.

A week ticked by.

Then another.

And while the longing to see Goto never waned, Miho had rather gotten used to having a house-maid-chauffeur-butler-heavy-lifter-emergency-tampon-buying dog-walker. Still, she craved a little alone time, and hatched a plan to give Subaru the slip.

Ishigami and Kaga, complicit in her crime, ran happily beside her as she snuck out through her back yard’s fence. When she had taken enough twists and turns to ensure even a seasoned tracker would have trouble picking up her trail, she headed for somewhere her poochies could play and she could relax.

Even though the weather was cooling, Miho was determined to sit on a very significant patch of grass in the park where it all started. The greyhounds ran laps around her as she ruminated. She pictured the picnic rug upon which they had laid that first ‘test drive’, smiled as she remembered how uptight he’d been in the beginning, how awkward - then grinned when she recalled how he’d surprised her in the bushes.

Heavily, she dragged herself up and headed toward the toilet block, just as she had that day; but she was disappointed when there was no Goto to drag her out of sight and defile her in the best possible way.

“Fuck,” she growled, her mood darkening.

“I’d better do something about this frustration of yours,” a familiar voice said at her back, causing Miho to freeze. “Or you might fall into the arms of that apron wearing hooligan.”

Miho trapped the air in her lungs, afraid that if she drew breath he would disappear; but at the same time, she had to know.

“You’re not going to run away again, are you?” she gasped out, and though she longed to throw herself at him, her body was paralysed.

“I”m sorry I had to do that, Miho,” he apologised, face patterned with profound contrition. “But I’m here now, because I couldn’t stand it anymore. Even if the Kurai kill me tomorrow, it’ll have been worth it.”

In the background, Ishigami and Kaga bounded around the park, amusing themselves, but everything that wasn’t Goto faded from Miho’s world. When his arms closed around her, she drew in a deep breath, filling her senses with the scent of him. Every fibre of her being sang out in joy and relief, and her muscles turned mush.

“If they hurt you,” she whimpered against his neck, finally locking him in her own embrace, “I will burn Tokyo to the ground until every last one of them is destroyed.”

“I believe it,” he laughed, tightening his grip.

Nothing felt as good to him, as having her heart beating against his chest.

“Come on,” he urged, pulling away far enough to walk without stumbling, tugging her toward the bushes.

“Uhh, Ishigami and Kaga will wonder where I am,” she exhaled, but in all honesty it was amazing she could form coherent thoughts, let alone sentences.

“I should never have let you name them that,” Goto hissed, pressing her back against a familiar tree trunk and slithering his fingers beneath her jacket.

“It was… Kurosawa,” Miho protested weakly, coiling her arms around his neck and dragging her fingernails through his hair.

“Stop saying other men’s names,” he growled against her throat, nipping it enough to cause Miho to squirm, sharp little stings giving way to tingling warmth and pleasure. “I have missed the taste of you.”

“I’ve missed being tasted,” she sighed, directing his face back to hers. “I’ve missed you.”

“And I you,” he smiled, straightening her dishevelled jacket and taking her face either side. “Nothing is so precious to me.”

A little confused they were both still fully dressed, Miho frowned, despite his declaration.

“But you’re not done yet, are you?” she forced out, the quietest of squeaks.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, resting his forehead against hers, brushing her moist cheeks with his thumbs. “If I don’t finish this, many people will be in danger, including you - so I have to see this out.”

She knew he wouldn’t abandon his job, his responsibility to the people he vowed to protect, the law he vowed to uphold - that was the man she loved and married.

“But,” he continued, even as Miho wept, “when it’s over, I’m going to request full time assignment at the academy, no more undercover.”

“Ohh,” she exhaled, lightly nuzzling her nose against his. “But you would miss it, Lieutenant Goto, it’s as much a part of you as I am… just… promise…”

“Anything,” he pledged. “Absolutely anything.”

“Never die again,” she pouted, pecking his lips with desperate, quick kisses.

“Miho…”

“You said anything!” she pointed out smugly, rubbing herself against him, trying to make it as difficult for him to leave her as possible.

“Mmm,” he groaned. “Then I suppose I’ll have to live forever. But for now, I have to go.”

When he kissed her now, it was a kiss designed to convince her, once and for all, if any doubt lingered, that he was alive and hers. He would return to her safely, and they would be happy.

The joyful, hysterical bark-whining of Ishigami and Kaga, slammed into the moment, as surely as the dog slammed into the back of Goto’s legs. They proceeded to bounce energetically until he crouched, and then they clambered up his body, over his shoulders, his back, his chest, licking all the while.

“Come on kids,” Miho sniffled, untucking their leashes from her belt-loop and clicked each to their collars. “Let Daddy get back to work so he can come home to us.”

It took some serious strength to drag the dogs away from Goto, and it was with reluctance that he stepped back.

“And I will come home to you: soon.” The end... for now.

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Self-Sabotage // d.h.

wattpad version

Dan's pov warning: a bit spicy, alcohol, unhealthy relationships (you know, everything I love to write about)

inspired by none other than Marvin's Room by Drake lol

The electronic dial tone rang out three times before you finally picked up, your voice harshly breaking the silence and my strength.

"Hello?" you answered distorted by the telephone.

"Listen," I slurred slightly, forgetting how to speak. "I'm just, I miss you and..."

"Dan, what are you talking about? Are you drunk right now?"

"Are you seeing him?" I questioned.

"Who? Fucking hell, the guy I posted a picture with? He's just a friend. Are you okay?"

"No," I said, the courage I had built up being knocked down. "It's been really hard lately,"

You sighed over the phone before a silence rang between us.

"Do you need me to come over?"

"Please, if it wouldn't-" I started.

"It's not. I'm on my way out, okay?" you replied with frustration slipping out of every syllable, yet there was something in your voice that told me you were slightly relieved.

I was laying on the couch as my mind slipped back into the memory of you. You always used to take care of me when I drank a bit too much. No one was here to rub my back and tell me I was okay this time. Nor the time before, or the time before that. I knew that you still cared and I used that to fill the emptiness I felt after we split. We know what we're doing. Still sensitive from the breakup and needing to fill the void, we became easily tempted back into each other's arms. I know you still love me, and you know I love you. So why do we torture each other? Why do we torture ourselves? Unable to let go, but so desperate to find something new.

I met you at the door. Your hair all in knots. Your turtleneck sweater hugging your body as your dark sweatpants hung loosely over your legs. You grabbed my collared shirt and pushed me against the door, your late-night breath intertwining with the alcohol in mine. You held me close, just looking into my eyes as I felt your body relax on top of mine. I instinctively ran my fingers over your ear and through your tangled, soft hair.

"Dan," you whispered with a rasp voice. "We can't keep doing this."

"Can't we?" I whispered back sloppily. You kissed my lips delicately.

"No, it's not good for us. You know this," you said before you made your way down my neck, leaving soft pecks and trail of warmth. You looked back at my chapped lips and kissed me more desperately this time, making sure I felt every inch of you as your arms wrapped behind my neck and your pressed your body firmly into mine. Our tongues fumbled around each other's as we got into our usual rhythm, your mouth pushing my head back against the wooden door. My tentative fingers touched your burning skin on your lower back and brought goosebumps all the way up to your shoulder blades. You broke away from me to take of your shirt. As you did, comforting heat emitted from your body, reminding me of the nights we'd spent clinging to each other.

"Better?" you asked, causing a hot wave of seduction to wash over me. You weren't mine, you aren't mine.

You reconnected with me, lifting my shirt in the process. As your scorching skin laid against mine I lost all voice of reason. You melted me. I grabbed ahold of your hips attempting to pull you closer if at all possible. You pressed your hips into mine, causing me to become harder. You noticed and smiled, brushing your lips against my collar bones.

"Last time, okay," you said, unsure of your own words. I lifted you, your legs automatically wrapping around me like they used to. I looked into your familiar, soothing eyes. Your cheeks flushed, your hands digging into my back.

"Last time," I repeated.

so i had this ready at like 9 am this morning but i felt like that was too early for sinning. but this is more of a light sin, so it's good enough for 8 pm. family hour. luv u guys!!

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