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succubusphan · 4 months

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Sweet Juliet

Summary: Dan is a baker in his thirties, feeling the weight of the passage of time on his shoulders, living a content yet uneventful life until a mysterious man takes it upon himself to whisk him away.

Rating: G

Tags/warnings: Strangers to lovers, meet cute, non youtuber au.

Author's Note: Written for the @phandomgiftexchange as a gift to @husbants. Thank you for being amazing Nikki and for continuing this lovely tradition. I hope you enjoy it! thank you @effingmeteors for reading this over.

Total Word Count: 2.5k

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Dan pulled out a massive cake from the oven and set it on the counter before he dropped it by accident - again. He shut the oven door and straightened up with a groan, hearing his back pop. “Jesus fuck,” he mumbled. No matter what his nNan said, sometimes Dan couldn’t help but feel age catching up to him. Maybe thirty years old was too old to be working this much, as Adrian said, but he just loved baking and running his little coffee shop, meeting new people and learning about their lives when they were up to talking or just observing them and coming up with his own stories for them.

You see, Dan was proud of the crowd his shop attracted with its various plants and speciality baking, the Colombian coffee and the books readily available for those who wished to immerse themselves in an alternate universe. His patrons were usually bohemian university students, established couples on a quiet date out, and artists who wished to spend hours enjoying the place and eating his various creations as they sketched a new piece. Sadly, the piano he had available hadn’t been touched in the three years since the grand opening, but he could dream.

The bell on the door dinged welcoming the first clients of the day and pulling him from his thoughts. He fixed his posture and smiled widely. “Good morning, Adeleine, how is Richard fairing?” Dan asked his older neighbour and frequent visitor.

“Oh, you know how he is! He says he will be fine but I told him to get some proper rest until Monday. His back is not what it used to and he needs to accept that. We are all ageing as it is,” Adeleine said, swishing her little coin purse as she looked at the pastry display.

“You are quite right,” Dan nodded, hating the fact that he had so much in common with the elderly couple. “What would you like this time?”

“I’ll take 4 pain au chocolates for Richard, and for me… Ugh, I shouldn’t but I can’t resist your eclairs. You are simply too talented for your own good.”

“You flatter me,” Dan said, waving her off as he picked the pastries one by one and put them in a small golden tray with an intricate flower design on the edges. “You get one extra just for being my favourite patron.” He winked.

Adeleine laughed loudly but cleared her throat when she saw a man walk in. Dan hadn’t seen him around before but the guy was breathtakingly gorgeous and if the look she was giving Dan was anything to go by, Adeleine agreed. Dan took a calming breath, trying to keep his nerves in check but he almost burst out laughing when she wiggled her eyebrows at him.

“Anything else?” Dan asked her with an awkward cough.

“No, that’ll be all, sweety,” she said, grabbing the now packaged pastries and handing him the money. “Thank you, see you on Monday!”

“Of course! Send Richard my well wishes,” Dan smiled.

She nodded and made her way to the exit way too slowly for her usual pace. Dan rolled his eyes and snorted, knowing that Adelaine was just trying to have more time to ogle the newcomer.

“Welcome to Sweet Juliet,” Dan said with what he hoped was a warm smile instead of the painful expression he was picturing in his mind. “What would you like to enjoy?”

The man lifted a carefully manicured eyebrow and gave him a sly smile. Dan had never been ashamed of the little phrases he had crafted to make his store special, but he did feel the heat rising to his cheeks at the expression the guy made.

“Hi,” he said, leaning on the pastry display. “I’m new in the area but I’ve heard good reviews. What would you recommend for me?”

Dan felt all moisture leaving his throat as he followed the line of the guy’s neck past the two open buttons of his shirt, briefly catching a glimpse of a rosy nipple. Not that Dan was being a creep or anything, but he was just too beautiful and the way he was standing and his inky black hair and blue eyes and -”

“Dan?” he asked.

“Oh,” Dan blinked repeatedly. He had spaced out for a bit. “How do you know my name?”

“It’s in your tag,” the guy laughed. He actually laughed, as if he hadn’t already thought Dan was a fucking dork for his stupid little greeting.

Dan sputtered at his own stupidity and decided that the safest option was to pretend nothing happened. “Right, anyway… I recommend the mocha latte with the Sweet Juliet Tray. If you like sweets, that will give you a taste of everything.

“Sounds perfect,” he smiled. “When do you get off?”

Dan gasped, his eyes wide as saucers. “What?!”

“From work! Sorry, I’m just -” he laughed, looking a little shy for the first time. “I’m so sorry! Let’s start over, I’m Phil.”

“Alright,” Dan smiled. Realising he was actually the culprit of the misunderstanding, of course, Phil hadn’t been asking about that, but since he took the fault for it, Dan was not going to argue on the matter. He needed to at least pretend to have a brain to impress this guy. “Hi, Phil…”

“Hi, Dan! I’ll take that mocha with the Juliet tray. And if you’d be so kind, I would like your number, Dan.” Phil gave him a half smile, turning the charm on once again but Dan was not going to make it that easy for him.

“Hmm… How do I know you’re not a serial killer?” Dan asked, only half joking. The guy was too fucking handsome to be chasing little old Dan, on the other hand, people die every day and who was Dan to refuse such an opportunity. Was there really a better way to go?

“I think people would find me easily,” Phil said, his smile dropping slightly.

Dan wondered about the change in his demeanour but tried to keep the joke rolling. “Are you bad at hiding?”

“Most of the time, yeah,” Phil shrugged, his smile entirely vanished now.

“Well, I’ll think about it while you enjoy your mocha, Phil.” Dan said, trying not to sound too bummed about his terrible fail at flirting. How did he even manage to fuck up when he had already been invited to go out on a date?

Phil shook his head, his expression softening. “I should have brought flowers, but how could I’ve ever known I would be meeting you?”

“Wow, you’re really good at this,” Dan commented as he started to prepare the order. Maybe it was best to just let things be. “But I’m afraid you’re coming a bit too strong.”

“Alright, alright,” Phil said, raising his hands. “I’ll just find myself a table for now.”

“Ok, make sure to check our book selection,” he said, but Phil was already scanning the bookcase in search of a title until he gasped, and hurried back to his table with a thick tome in his hands.

Dan cocked his head as he read the title of the book in Phil’s hands: “The Lord of the Rings.” Who hasn’t read the Lord of the Rings and why read it at a coffee shop? He put the mug and plate with pastries on a tray and brought them over to Phil’s table, which was surprisingly tucked away in the darkest corner of the shop. After setting everything down, he turned on the lamp closest to the table to make sure Phil didn’t strain his eyes too much. “Enjoy!”

“Thank you!” Phil said and looked back down to the book, but when Dan stood there awkwardly, he just let out a little sigh and looked into Dan’s eyes. “Yes?” His smile was polite, yet small. It wasn’t as bright as when he’d walked into the store and flirted with him.

“Um… may I ask why did you pick that book?”

“I just never got around to read it and I thought it would be a good idea since I’ve… since I’m around at the moment.”

“How are you planning to finish it?”

Phil shrugged. “Why? Do you burn the books that have been read or something?”

Dan snorted. “No, not at all.”

“Then I will just have to keep coming over to eat sweets and read here… unless that would be a problem for you.”

“That’s why the books are there!” Dan waved him off. “It’s just that other people are also reading the same book so bookmarks tend to be moved and such, it’s a bit annoying unless you remember exactly where you left off.”

“Ah, I see. I guess I’ll have to write it down somewhere.”

“Not in the book, please!” Dan gave him a horrified look.

“What do you take me for? An animal?” Phil asked, with an amused smile.

“You’d be surprised at what people are capable of,” Dan said, sheepishly. “Now I have to watch everyone like a hawk just in case.”

“Will you be watching me then?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Think about that date, will you?”

“I’ll think about it,” Dan said as he rolled his eyes and smiled.

And so their little dance began. Phil came to have coffee and eat sweets with the excuse of catching up on his reading but spent at least half of the time watching Dan and giving him little smiles or holding his gaze until Dan began to squirm and blush. He tried his best not to humour Phil, but he couldn’t help the way his smile grew little by little each time Phil came over and asked him out once again.

One fateful Monday afternoon, Dan couldn’t keep his eyes off the door, silently telling himself how pathetic it was that he was desperate to see Phil again, but it seemed that he would not be coming. Two, his usual arrival time, came and went, then three and four, and by five Dan had already lost hope. Maybe Phil had finally had enough of him.

The sound of the bell startled Dan, bringing him back to reality but his expression rapidly morphed into a smile when he saw Phil walking in. The frown on his usually happy and composed face worried Dan but he tried to lighten the mood, joking with Phil, but this time it was like talking to a wall. There was no reciprocity, Phil looked almost on the verge of crying as he got his usual order and lost himself in the Lord of the Rings universe, not even bothering to look up from the book or say goodbye before leaving.

Having decided that maybe rejecting Phil had been a mistake, Dan promised himself that he would give Phil his number next time, or even ask him out himself if it came to it, but after two months since Phil’s last visit, he realised that the opportunity had slipped through his fingers and he had only himself to blame.

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Dan looked out the window as he mopped the floors, silently hating the raging storm bending the trees over, dragging trash bins across the road… causing his clients to have muddled the floors inside the shop and stayed over for the heater alone.

The door announced someone’s arrival. At first, Dan couldn’t tell who it was but he was also upset that the person walked in with their umbrella still open and dripping everywhere. He was about to make a snarky remark when the umbrella was finally set aside and Phil looked him in the eye with a loaded expression.

“Can I stay here until it stops raining?” he asked, water droplets running down his face, his hair sticking to his forehead just as if he hadn’t even tried to use an umbrella.

“Yeah, of course!” Dan said, feeling a bit awkward but still happy to see Phil after so long.

Phil’s leg bounced way more than necessary as he waited for his order, then Dan handed him a towel, which Phil took with little reluctance. The book, however, he never made any move to grab it back.

“Have you abandoned Riverdale?” Dan asked, raising his eyebrows.

“I thought it was for the best,” Phil said, understanding the real meaning behind the question.

“I see,” Dan replied, pressing his lips into a line. “I thought we could speak next time.”

“Why? What changed?” Phil asked, giving him an odd look.

“Nothing! We just got to know each other a bit better.”

“Are you sure that’s it?” Phil asked.

“Yes, why would I lie?” Dan said, taken aback by whatever accusation Phil was throwing his way.

Phil stood from his seat and came to stand in front of Dan. They were so close Dan could smell his expensive perfume; he inhaled deeply without meaning to and let his eyes fall shut. “Do you know who I am?” Phil pressed.

Dan’s eyes snapped open. “No…? Should I?”

Shaking his head, Phil walked over to the piano and started playing a song that sounded strangely familiar. It was, in fact, one of Dan’s new favourite songs. If he was remembering correctly, the original piece had come out as an instrumental but two weeks after, another version with lyrics was released, it was said to be a collaboration between the pianist and his sister-in-law in honour of the newest member of their family. The pianist in question had teleported to the top of the charts overnight, gotten a record deal, launched an international tour and - apparently - gotten a bunch of stalkerish fans who wouldn’t leave him alone. “Are you… Phil Lester? The guy who made this song? THE Phil Lester?”

“Yes,” said Phil shyly. “I stopped going out much since the song blew up, but this coffee shop served me well to hide from fans several times since I moved to the area, that’s why I kept coming, but my address was leaked a while ago and I had to move away again. Since you had rejected me so many times, I just took it as a sign that we should stop playing games if things are not going anywhere, you know? We’re a bit too old for games anyway.”

“That is true. I should have considered things more carefully,” Dan admitted. “For some reason, I thought we would have more time and things would just flow between us.”

“We ran out of time two months ago, but still, when the storm almost knocked me over, all I could think about was you, how you were doing… and I had to see you, one last time,” Phil said, biting his lip.

Dan’s eyes and heart dropped to the fucking floor, he wanted to kick himself for missing his chance with Phil.

“I had to see if you still made the best sweets around.”

Letting out a sigh of relief, Dan laughed and swatted at Phil’s chest. “Is that really the reason or did you just have to show me your “Mr Darcy in the rain” look?” Dan joked.

Phil looked at his reflection in the window and laughed. “I do look kind of hot.”

“Kind of?” Dan scoffed. He walked over to the door and locked it before walking back to Phil and pressing their lips together in a sweet yet brief kiss. “Why don’t you go dry yourself in the bathroom? I’ll make us something nice for dinner.”

“What about dessert?” Phil asked.

“We’ll have plenty of that,” Dan said.

Phil smirked, wiggling his eyebrows. “Yum!”

“I meant the cakes!” Dan laughed, but before he could continue to defend himself Phil pulled him into a heated kiss, though the heat lasted very shortly since Phil was very wet and got Dan entirely soaked as well, resulting in Dan chasing him around the shop with his favourite spatula in search of revenge. It was a good start for the rest of their lives.

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phanfictioncatalogue · 7 months

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Shameless Smut (2) Masterlist

part one

A Comprehensive Guide On How To Make Dan Howell Tired Enough To Get In Bed (ao3) - deletable_bird

Summary: This is what Dan loves about the old Phil, the Phil from way back when; his blatant, flirty, inappropriate comments, his complete lack of inhibitions; the way he digs his fingers into Dan’s hair and kisses him like it’s the last thing he’ll ever be able to do.

As You Please (ao3) - worriedpeach (skeletonflowers)

Summary: In which Dan ruins the mood during sex. Except he doesn't.

Bite (ao3) - aby55al

Summary: Phil is a vampire, has been for around ten years, but he's stuck at 19. He's always been able to get into bars or wherever it was easiest to get a fresh source of blood. It never mattered to him what kind of blood it was, blood was something he had to have, and whichever way was easiest was fine by him. Until one night he met Dan.

Distractions (ao3) - your_starless_eyes

Summary: Dan's a bit anxious about his newest video, and that just won't do.

drop dead legs (ao3) - CapriciousCrab

Summary: He shouldn't be so aroused by the sight of Phil's thighs.

Happy Ending (ao3) - winstonlives

Summary: Danny hurts his back, Philly helps him feel better. ;P

Hot Baking Twink Jacks Huge Cock (ao3) - adorkablephil (kimberly_a)

Summary: Halloween Baking heats up (really just shameless porn)

i'm exactly where you like me (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan and Phil meet in a gay bar. They fuck

Just Another Dumb Jock (ao3) - aby55al (orphan_account)

Summary: Jock Dan goes to high school with pastel Phil. Then they have sex.

Let's share (ao3) - blackdoeeyes

Summary: It's 2016 and Dan and Phil have always been just platonic best friends. But everything somehow moves to another level, from dark corridor to dimly lit room.

not a chew toy? (ao3) - phantasticworks

Summary: Apparently some things aren’t meant to be chewed on. Who knew?

Not Just Any Fan. (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: Dan and Phil meet for coffee and something more...

Now Jump Me Like a Kangaroo (ao3) - developerdaniel

Summary: aka the fic where phil cant think of any other way to describe his feelings to dan than with the Ninja Sex Party original song Heart Boner and after discovering both of them feel the same way for each other, those heart boners also become physical boners and a night of the no pants dance between them them ensues.

Pumpkin Spice (ao3) - ThoughtaThought

Summary: You remember how I left you on the verge of smut in Chapter 3 of Pumpkin Pride? Here ya go, here's that smut.

Winter 2009

Dan: 18

Phil: 22

Say It (ao3) - aby55al (orphan_account)

Summary: Phil refuses to say fuck so Dan decides to practice abstinence. Then they have sex.

Sugar Daddy and Dan (ao3) - aby55al (orphan_account)

Summary: Sugar baby Dan is afraid that his sugar daddy Phil will fire him if he catches feelings. Then they have sex.

The Prince's Protector (ao3) - aby55al

Summary: Dan is a prince and Phil is his personal bodyguard. Then they have sex. :)

**very unedited**

you look so good it hurts (in my favorite t-shirt) (ao3) - phantasticworks

Summary: Phil is gifted with a "Mega Dilf" shirt. Guess who picked that shirt out?

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phandomgiftexchange · 1 year

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The Problem With Travelling During The Holidays

Rating: E

Summary: Dan is in a tricky situation, running to catch his connecting flight with no other than his annoying enemy right on his heels. If he could just get on the plane and be away from Lester that would save Christmas. Luckily for Dan, things don't tend to go his way.

This fic was written by @succubusphan / @jorzuela as a gift for @unicornosaur. The author is unable to access tumblr for a few days so the tumblr post will be shared when that is resolved. Enjoy the fic on Ao3 for now. Happy Holidays!

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phandomreversebang · 3 years

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Phandom Reverse Bang 2021 Masterlist!

Hi guys! We want to thank everyone who took the time to join the event and make it super fun as always. This is the masterlist of all the amazing fics and art pieces created for the event. Don't forget to share share share!

Sparks Fly by @counting2fifteen: Dan and Phil’s vacation after Vidcon is going well, until a mistake from Phil sets the whole thing up in flames. Beta: @catboydan. ART by @schnaphan

Raise the Woof by @paradisobound: Dan started his own dog bakery after a trip through Pinterest gave him the idea of baking a cake for his family dog Colin. The bakery is a success and Dan loves the fact that he gets regular customers coming in all the time to order cupcakes. One customer, in particular, comes in every day and goes by the name of Phil. But Phil never brings a dog with him…Why? Phil is a werewolf and likes eating the cupcakes himself. Beta: @through-this-night. ART by @effingmeteors

Opposites Attract by @succubusphan: Phil comes home and finds a letter. Beta: @effingmeteors. ART by @schnaphan

Youth -Season 2- by @r3ad3r1: Dan and Phil are both young actors at the beginning of their careers: after being minor characters in the TV series “Youth” they are going to be the focus of season 2. They come from different backgrounds: Dan has a family involved in the business, Phil does not. They have different attitudes: Dan stays with producers and directors, Phil hangs out with the other actors. Let’s see if being boyfriends on-screen will affect them in real life. Beta: @catboydan. ART by @anironsidh

I'm happy at home (happy at home) You're my best friend by @anironsidh. Phil decides to go back to university for his PhD in English while Dan works on writing his book, but they must find a way to stay close while it feels like their lives are going in separate directions. Beta: @indistinct-echo. ART by @isthisadrawingiseebeforeme

blind date gone wrong?! (not clickbait!) by @overmayhead: When Phil gets stood up at a blind date his colleague Bryony arranged for him, he certainly doesn’t expect the evening to end with a kiss in the pouring rain in front of a load of supermarket bins after almost sneezing his brains out. Beta: @microoowave. ART by @hiwatari-art

Forever Home by @possumdnp: Phil’s wanted a dog for as long as he can remember, and now that he and Dan are moving into their new house, it’s the perfect opportunity. But there’s just one problem. Phil’s allergic to dogs. Beta: @microoowave. ART by @unicornosaur

something so magic about you by @silentdescant: Under the full moon isn’t the only time Dan and Phil do business in the forest, but it is certainly the time of month they do the most business. Phil thinks it’s because that’s when all of the supernaturally-inclined creatures come out to play, but Dan’s cynicism bleeds through whenever he argues that it’s just because the full moon “seems witchy” and that it’s akin to a tourist trap. Phil rolls his eyes, every time.

or: Dan believes that magic exists; he sees evidence of it every day with Phil. He just doesn’t believe he has any magic of his own. Beta: @stefycubi94. ART by @sevensforasecret

With enchantment on your side by @jestbee: Dan finds photos, and then he finds the person in them. Beta: Lackless. ART by @jorzuela.

Somebody find me, find me love by @anironsidh: Phil Lester likes working at the little cafe he's been at for awhile. It's nice, calm, and he feels accepted for being gay there unlike what he knew before. When the cafe's owners bring in a new piano player to entertain on Friday nights, Phil finds his world thrown upside down by the stranger who's captured his attention (and who the owners think he has a crush on, which he does not thank you very much). Beta: @paradisobound. ART by @marranje.

won’t let you pass me by by @glowingatmosphere: When Phil walks into work that Thursday evening, there’s someone new sitting in Cornelia’s place at the piano. Beta: @irrationalqueer. ART by @marranje

Ride Into The Setting Sun Tonight by @succubusphan and @icequeenjules26: The start of a new season gives Dan the opportunity to finally win the world championship but his animosity with Lester and his reckless behaviour could ruin it all. Art by @toffeelemon.

Reasons why (Dan and Phil’s vacation) are a fail by @kneebleed: A series of a few unfortunate events that occurred to (kind of) rich people during their vacation. Beta: @indistinct-echo. ART by @paradisobound

off the record by @fictropes: His entire life is just going round and round in really fast circles, at least that’s what he tells interviewers when they try and pry a little too much. Beta: @sierraadeux. ART by @toffeelemon

Wouldn't it Be Nice by @succubusphan: Dab’s life is in shambles, his most precious friendship is in danger, but maybe a change of scenery could help. Beta: @through-this-night. ART by @polar-bears-making-pancakes

As Fate (or a really weird guy named David) Would Have It by @husbants: Phil has been stood up. Just as he’s leaving, a frantic (and absolutely handsome) guy rushes in the restaurant, looking for his own first date. Maybe tonight won’t be as bad as it once seemed it would. Beta: @paradisobound. ART: @hiwatari-art

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rainbowchristy · 3 years

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When in Doubt Try New Things

Hey everyone! This is for the @phandomreversebang Winter 2020 edition! My teammates this time were @succubusphan (author) and @phanallyhome (beta)!

It is based off the song “Home” by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes! Yani put a lot of work into this fic despite having food poisoning towards the end so she deserves a big hug and all the love for her and her fic!

When in Doubt Try New Things

Summary: Phil has a simple request for Dan: “I want to try something new. I need to figure some stuff out, but it has to be on my own, so I’m asking you to go with the flow and react in whichever way feels natural but don’t ask me about it. I have no answers yet.”

#phan #phanart #phandom #daniel howell #danisnotonfire #philip lester #phil lester #amazingphil #christy's art #writing event #phandomreversebang #prb

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jorzuela · 2 years

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Notice: since my content was tagged as "mine" in this blog as well as the writing blog I have replaced them with: "succubusphan fics" for that blog and "jorzuela's content" here since i can't take the freaking time to discern if a post is my phanart, my edit, my whatever or my fic.

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phandomgives · 3 years

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succubusphan's auction listings

@succubusphan / @jorzuela

Offering: a fic of up to 10k. Restrictions: I usually write aus, historical fics, sometimes horror or humor. Angst is not my strongest suit but I can make it happen. I will write most things as long as it's not main character death or unhappy endings. No smut for minors but i can write pg-13 fics for them.

Examples of previous work: here

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Offering: beta reading for any word count Restrictions: I will adapt to your guidance but also bring up things that come to my attention. I can do any word count and I can usually work pretty fast. Pacing, word choice, other tips, respectful of writing style. Can't really do brit picking because I'm not british nor a native speaker but I can do the bare minimum for that like spelling and some terms.

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microoowave · 3 years

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hi !! here's my piece for the phandom reverse bang : face the music edition !

the song that goes with my prompt is cigarette daydreams by cage the elephant !

the fics are under a read more so i can easily add the second one C:

the first fic is here ! by @succubusphan and her beta @ilikestopwatches !! i had a lot of fun working with you, i can’t wait to read it !

here is the second fic by @anironsidh and her beta @geewobbles ! i'm very excited to read it!!

#phanart #phandom reverse bang #dan and phil #dan howell #uhhh what was my art tag #cha.art #my art #who knows !!!#phanfic

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erindoodless · 4 years

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my artwork for the @phandomreversebang !! it’s a stranger things phan au. i will add the fic links along with the authors and betas onto this post as soon as they are posted :)

here are the fics:

Twinkle Twinkle Little Nightmare by the incredible @succubusphan, and betaed by @thoughtathought and @artlessdynamite !!

Lost (And Found) by the amazing @dxnhowell, and betaed by @phinalphantasy7 !!

#phan #dan and phil #daniel howell #phil lester #dnp #dan #phil #amazingphil #phanart #danart #philart #danisnotonfire #erin’s graphics #stranger things #prb

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succubusphan · 10 months

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The Knight of Wands

Summary: Phil had always had dreams that he couldn't quite comprehend and a certain intuition about what was truly important for his future.

Rating: G

Tags/warnings: No warnings that I can think of. Psychic Phil, fluff, yearning.

Author's Note: This fic was written for @ttlmt for the Phandom Fic Exchange! Hi Bee! I hope I did your prompt justice, it was very very fun to write and even though it isn't really that long I put a lot of care into it. Enjoy!

There is a video linked at the bottom of the post or on the final notes in ao3 you may light. I found it hilarious and very helpful for the story.

Thank you @effingmeteors for being my life saviour and beta as usual.

Word Count: 3.7 k

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1995

“Where is your bear, Phil? Where is your bear?” Asked Phil’s mum in the video, baby Phil not knowing the answer yet.

Phil kicked his feet as they dangled from his chair. He really liked watching his baby videos even though he was now 8 years old. He sipped on his hot chocolate and added even more marshmallows, suddenly staring intently into the cup and wrapping his hands around it, enjoying the warm feeling.

He grabbed his dream journal and wrote down “Warm” at the bottom of the list. He didn’t really know what it meant exactly, but he knew that the items on the list were related somehow. He had decided to write it in his dream journal because he could sometimes see them in a dream. Well, not actually see them, but - he didn’t know. It was like a feeling, like he knew this person, but he also knew that he didn’t know the person.

He read the list over, trying to piece the puzzle together.

Bear

Malteesers

Coffee

Will Wheel

Warm

His grandma had said that he would know in time, but he wanted to know now! Now! Now!

Letting out a sigh, he fished one of the marshmallows from his mug and ate it happily.

“Phil! Don’t eat too much sugar or you won’t be able to sleep tonight!” his mum called from the doorway to the kitchen.

“I need it to think!” he whined.

“Dinner is almost ready!”

“I will finish it, Mummy! Promise!”

She just shook her head and went back to making dinner.

Phil popped the last scone loaded with clotted cream and jam into his mouth and smiled. Still trying to chew around the big piece, he hopped from the chair and went to switch the video cassette for the ThunderCats one. He made sure to put the tape with his baby videos safely back in his personal collection before hitting play.

As soon as the song came on, he started running around the dining room, swinging an imaginary sword around, yelling “Thunder! Thunder! ThunderCats Ooooh!”

He ran another lap around the room until he was met face to face with the mirror and paused. After staring at himself for a moment, he decided that to truly become a ThunderCat, he needed something, but what could it be? Phil paid attention to his face and if he focused, he could almost see a glimpse of cat whiskers coming out of his cheeks in the reflection. He gasped, happy to have figured that out and made a quick run up the stairs to his bedroom and returned with a black marker.

It took him almost until the end of the song, but he managed to finally look like a cat. One day he would add a sword to the costume, but for now, he felt at peace.

“Are you done, Child?” his mum asked. “Oh! Who’s this?”

“I’m a cat!” said Phil, showing her his claws.

“Oh my!” she said, opening one of the drawers in the china cabinet and pulling the camera out. “What a handsome and brave cat you are!” She snapped a picture.

“Could I get a sword for my birthday?” Phil pleaded.

“We’ll see, love.” She always said that when the answer was no.

Phil pouted but rushed to his chair and drank more hot chocolate. He looked at the opposite side of the table and saw someone sitting there, or the idea of someone. He smiled. “Mum?”

“Yes, Phil?”

“Will I ever have a best friend?”

“Of course! Everyone has a best friend,” she assured him.

“I can’t wait!” Phil said, and added cat whiskers to the list.

---

1998

Phil opened his birthday present and smiled when he saw the Final Fantasy VII game he’d asked for. He was going to enjoy it so much!

He had dreamed about this game for long, even longer than it had been out to the public. It was as if the game was calling to him. For some reason, it felt important to have an item from his list; and he had added "FF" to his list months ago.

He waited until all his school friends had gone home and started the game. After losing three times in a row he decided to watch Buffy instead, but his eyes kept escaping back to the game case on the floor.

His dreams that night were plagued with dark brooding men dressed in black, but Phil wasn’t scared; he knew they were friendly.

---

2005

Long gone were Phil’s magic dreams. He still loved his grandmother, obviously, but repeating things she had told him always got him in trouble, or mocked by his friends, so he had eventually stopped trying to connect with that side of himself.

It was as if he had lost a part of himself, a part of him he didn’t know he loved so much until it was gone. He knew it was the right choice for him, his so-called gift hadn’t done him any favours.

Nowadays, Phil felt nothing but sadness when he opened his old dream journal and saw the list of things that had no way of being related to each other. The last additions had been only drawings: a few sticks in an orange background and a weird circle with mixed colours. Nothing made sense.

None of his friends were a good fit, and, if he was honest, he didn’t even know if this person existed or not.

He was leaving for Uni soon and his mum had asked him to clean his room out and throw away anything that he wasn’t using. So Phil stood by the bin he’d placed in the middle of the room, contemplating his life and trying to decide what part of his childhood he wanted to discard forever.

He looked at the journal in his hand. It was stupid, but he couldn’t just throw it away. Instead he walked over to his bookcase and removed 4 random books, setting the journal flat against the backboard and putting the other books back in their place to conceal it.

Nodding to himself, he continued rummaging through his very messy room. He groaned as he stuck his hand under his bed and touched something sticky; it was all the uneaten candy he’d accidentally dropped, melted by the passage of who knows how many months. He would need to get his shit together or his future roommates would kick him out for being a pig - if the ants didn’t eat him before that.

Then he came across his tiny lion plushie and smiled before putting it in his bag. Lion was definitely coming with him.

---

2006

Phil was back in his room, in the comfort of his family home and somewhat inspired by this new website called YouTube. His friends said he had a bit of a problem with social media because he was constantly on the internet, but everything was just so fun. The idea of uploading a video of his own had been floating around and around in his head for a while, but when he opened a new box of cereal and was met with the prized prize of a black and white little camera, he took it as the ultimate sign that he should do it.

His first Videoblog was a bit all over the place, but that was just who he was. If he wanted to make new friends, what a better way to go about it than to show who he really was, right?

Once the video was recorded, it took him a full day to edit and upload it but it was worth it. He got some comments and video replies immediately! He even got his first subscriber!

Posting that video had definitely been a good idea, no matter what his mates said.

---

2009

Phil’s YouTube channel was quite a passion project for him and he tried his best to continue posting regularly even if he never lost focus on his studies. Uni was obviously more important, but since he would be majoring in video post-production and visual effects, he could pass it as a learning experience.

In February he received a package from his grandmother with a cryptic message. Among the usual ‘take care, be careful and avoid being run over on the 10th of this month,’ she also added her tarot cards with a note that read ‘Use them well.’

He didn’t exactly know what that meant, but in the spirit of being his true self on camera, he decided to talk about the psychic side of his family in a video, passing it as a funny thing more than something that had been a bit of an obsession all his life.

To downplay the importance of tarot reading in the video, he called it “Robot Death Machine,” referencing the electric heater he’d had to rely on because the heating was broken again, instead of anything related to divination.

To begin, he shuffled the cards a bit and laid his hands on the full deck, trying to really focus on transmitting his energy into it. He looked up at the camera and said “Edit that out.” He would pull three cards: one for the past, one for the present and one for the future, with the little booklet with the meaning of each card firmly at his side. He truly needed it, because despite his grandma’s protests, he had never learned that by heart.

He looked into the camera as if he had just begun touching the deck. “My grandma is a psychic and apparently she could have passed the gift on to me, right? Who knows! So let’s look into my future. I’m going to do the following month, so I’m hoping this month will be good.”

“Before this month: it’s the Nine of Cups reversed!” He pulled the card and showed it before reading the meaning. “I was vain, complaisant, over-sentimental, and careless - and I neglected my partner,” he said, wincing at the implication. He didn’t think he had neglected his cheater ex boyfriend, if anything it had been the other way around.

He pulled another card and looked at it. “Currently, the Three of... Swords. Currently I’m entering into a dangerous three-way relationship where heartache is inevitable for one participant - or all.” Wow, he hoped that was not the case; he had enough drama in his life as it was. “Minor surgery is possible. That doesn’t sound good!”

He moved along and pulled the last card, a bit disappointed with the results of the reading so far. “The future: ‘the Knight of Wands. Some guy is going to have a big impact, an energetic warrior, he has a hasty personality and he’s very quick to love or hate.”

“Hmm. Interesting,” Phil said, chewing the inside of his cheek. “I’m glad it wasn’t, like, death! And, okay, I’m gonna go eat some crisps,” he laughed at himself. “That’s the first thing that came to my head. No! I’m gonna go change the world in ways you would not believe!”

He waved and stopped the recording.

He sat back against his bed, thinking for a moment. Could it be? He would have to watch out for any new person coming into his life for the next month or so. It could definitely be something, but given that the first 2 cards made no sense, he didn’t have high hopes.

He grabbed his phone and called his grandmother just to be sure.

“Hi!” he said as soon as she picked up.

“Hello, Darling. Did you use my cards?” she asked, not wasting a single second, probably because she already knew he had.

“Yes. I have a question about what came up. The first two cards I pulled made no sense but the third one - I don’t know.”

“What cards did you pull?”

“Uh,” Phil hesitated, looking down at the floor. It was the Nine of Cups, reversed. Then I got the Three of Swords.”

“You were in a relationship, were you not?”

“I was...” Phil said. “But they cheated.”

“Well, there’s the neglect and the love triangle.”

“Oh,” Phil said. “And the Knight of Wands?”

“Was that the last one?” she asked and Phil could swear he heard the smile in her voice.

“Yeah. I don’t think I know any energetic warriors.”

“Perhaps not yet, but you need to pay attention. The Knight of Wands is a very charismatic person, adventurous, competitive, a fiery lad; the salamanders in his coat mean he's resistant to flames.”

“What does that mean? Is he a firefighter?” Phil laughed, not missing that the 'he' came from her first.

“You are taking the cards literally, Philip,” she said, not appreciating the joke. “And I do warn you, the Knight of Wands… He may not be one to settle down, not at first.”

Phil frowned. “Who is this guy?”

“You were calling him, weren't you? For a long while now?”

Phil couldn’t breathe. He blinked repeatedly and coughed. “This month?” he croaked.

“Not necessarily, but it could be. You need to look at the signs.” She waited patiently for him to process what she had just unloaded onto him.

“Is this a friend or…”

“That’s for you to decide. You will have to be patient with him, with both of you.”

Phil groaned. “Thank you, Grandma.”

“Of course!” she said. “You need to trust yourself. Even if you don’t want to share your gift with anyone, don’t try to smother it. It will hurt you.”

“I - Alright. I won’t,” Phil said. “See you soon?”

She laughed. “See you on New Year’s Eve,” she said and hung up.

Phil stared at the cards and began to put them back into the box one by one, just as he had picked them. He closed the box and instead of returning them to his desk, he put them in his backpack. Better to have them close.

By April, and with no news from this ‘Energetic Warrior,’ Phil had decided to move on and focus on the people that were actually making an impact in his life in the present.

It was exciting to interact with the people that watched his videos, especially as he started to be able to differentiate between them. A guy kept replying to his tweets and commenting under his videos with a random username and he looked cute, or at least that’s what Phil could tell from his profile picture.

Phil tried to be friendly and treat everyone the same, giving them the same time and attention, but Dan (danisnotonfire) just kept trying to get Phil’s attention, always being one of the first to reply to his tweets, commenting on his YouTube videos, and even pointing out all the things they had in common, such as their love for Muse and the movie “Children of Men.”

It seemed that Dan was determined to be his #1 fan at all costs. When Dan tweeted Phil saying he had a crush on him, Phil finally caved and decided to snoop around. After scrolling on Dan’s twitter profile for about an hour, Phil was set on getting to know him. He sounded like a fun guy and his observation about everything they had in common was fairly accurate.

He decided to follow Dan back and drop him a direct message.

“Hey :) ” Phil typed, considering his next words carefully. “How are you doing?”

“omg! hi phil!

i can’t believe you followed me back! O__0 ” Dan said.

Phil bit his lip and typed a reply. “Haha why not?”

“i don’t know XD

you are so cool and i’ve been watching your videos for a logn time :] ”

“I think you’re cool too! ^.^

What’s your favourite Muse song?”

“ugh, don’t make me choose X__X”

“Come on! Mine is Newborn, or Exogenesis and Muscle Museum

Those are my top 3”

“i hate you :/

i guess if I had to pick one it would be Citizen Erased”

“That’s a good one” Phil wondered if it would be too forward to ask Dan, but if he got too into his head nothing good would come of it. He had never been one to hesitate a lot about things. What could go wrong after all?

“Hey, do you want to chat on skype?” He hit enter and waited for Dan’s reply eagerly.

“yeah! add me <;3

i’m danisnotonfire there too”

“That’s a cool username

How did you choose it?”

“it was a random string of words I came up with a few years ago lol”

“Hahaha valid :)

See you on skype”

---

September 2009

After days and eternal nights of non-stop chatting, Phil decided to invite Dan to his parents’ house. They had gotten to know each other enough for Phil to be sure that Dan was not a serial killer - probably.

Not that it mattered, because Dan had yet to accept his invitation.

And even though they had often been flirty during their calls, Phil wasn’t sure if they would have the same chemistry in person. If their meeting went well, it would be the first time Phil had successfully transitioned from an online friendship to a real life one.

Somehow, this felt so different than anyone else he had met before, more important. Dan was special, and just being able to talk to him made him incredibly happy.

In October, after weeks of pestering Dan, he finally accepted his invitation. Apparently, Dan had been saving ever since Phil had invited him and wanted to surprise him which made Phil blush and smile like a crazy person.

When October 19 finally came, Dan took the train to Manchester, where Phil was already anxiously waiting for him. Seeing Dan in the crowd, walking towards him and the hug Dan pulled him into was something that felt so familiar yet groundbreaking, and Phil had no way of explaining it.

Just as the sun started to set, they got on the big wheel when as their cart made it to the top, Dan kissed him, the remnants of the last sun rays setting the mood, and enveloping Phil in a warm feeling. He felt like his stomach was flipping over and he knew then that he couldn’t deny having feelings for Dan.

After frolicking around town, they headed home and filmed a video for Phil’s channel, which they were both super excited about. At one point, Phil saw Dan going through his stuff and stopped the recording to check what was catching Dan’s attention.

He had started pulling books out of the bookcase that hadn’t been touched in years.

“What’s that?” Dan asked with a curious smile, making the cat whiskers on his face curl upwards.

“What?” Phil asked.

“There’s something in the back. Is it your porn stash?” Dan smirked.

Phil snorted and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, that’s where I keep it!”

Dan grabbed a purple sparkly notebook with childlike scribbling on the front. “Dream Journal”

“Oh,” Phil said, feeling a tug in his stomach. “I hadn’t thought about that in a while.”

“Can I read it?” Dan asked.

“I guess? I don’t think there’s a lot in there,” Phil said, pulling at the hem of his shirt when chills ran down through him.

Dan sat back down on Phil’s bed, his back against the wall, legs pulled to his chest and bottom lip burrowed between his lips. “Oh, this is interesting. You dreamt about meeting shadow people a lot.”

“Yeah,” Phil said, swallowing thick. He kneeled on the bed and shuffled closer to Dan to read from above.

“What’s this list?” Dan asked, tapping on the last page Phil had ever filled.

“Just things that used to... catch my attention.”

“Bear. Did you know my family used to call me Bear when I was a kid? My grandma still does.”

“I - no, you hadn’t told me,” Phil said.

“Malteesers? Obviously! They are the fucking best. Coffee? You have a real problem with that if you started having coffee at this age.” Dan laughed.

“I didn’t!” Phil laughed along as everything started to slot into place. “Starbucks,” he mumbled under his breath. “Wheel. That’s where…” he trailed off.

“Will? Oh, Wheel!” Dan laughed. “You had a little problem with spelling, I see.”

Phil scoffed. “Shut up!”

“Hmm?” Dan asked, but his eyes were trained on the list. He was barely paying Phil any mind. “Worm?” Dan raised his eyebrows, finally looking up at Phil.

“Warm! That’s an A. I was a kid, don’t judge. I was having hot chocolate with marshmallows when I wrote that,” Phil said, waiting for Dan to say anything that would confirm his suspicion.

“What does that have to do with warm?” Dan asked.

Phil shrugged. “I - I don’t know. I liked the feeling of warm things against my skin.”

“Cat whiskers. Well, we have those on already.”

“Do you know what these could be?” Phil asked, pointing to the drawings he didn’t even understand.

“They look like Muse albums, sort of? Wait, when did you do these?” Dan asked, his brow burrowed into a frown.

Phil’s mouth fell open. He got up and brought Dan the Tonberry plushie he had purchased as a gift for him weeks ago, Christmas surprise be damn. “Final Fantasy,” Phil said.

Dan finally set the journal down on the bed and opened his gift. “This is my favourite character!” Dan looked incredibly happy.

“Yeah,” Phil said. He shuffled the things on his desk and found the tarot card set his grandma had sent him. It didn’t take him long to find the card he had been looking for. He grabbed the journal and slid the Knight of Wands card inside, closing it and returning it to its hiding place.

“I don’t understand what the list was about,” Dan said, still clutching his gift. “Those are just things you liked?”

“Something like that,” Phil said.

Dan raised an eyebrow at him. “Don’t keep secrets from me, Phil Lester.”

Phil shrugged. “It’s the recipe for the perfect best friend, I guess.”

“Get out,” Dan said with a laugh and threw the Tonberry at him.

Phil knelt on the bed and pressed their lips together, smiling into the kiss as Dan pulled him closer, smudging their cat whiskers. He had finally found the person from his dreams, his best friend, his Knight of Wands.

Final Author's notes: I referenced this video for the tarot card and I would advise anyone with a few minutes to spare to watch it and marvel at how fucking accurate this card is to describe Dan. I found it hilarious. Maybe Phil is truly a psychic. VIDEO.

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Hi! Any new fics you would recommend?

Just for me, other admins feel free to add on!

Christmas Catharsis (ao3) - philsmeatylegss (this one is mine but shhh)

Summary: Dan runs into his ex (bully) while buying milk.

growing up or just going down (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: Phil is 15 years old today. He's going to have the best birthday of his life, to kick off the best year of his life.

Right?

hard launch at last (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: “Maybe the exact right moment won’t ever present itself.” Dan can feel himself hurtling towards some cosmic revelation as they stand here on a sandy beach in Portugal, the ocean bringing out the blue in Phil’s eyes.

Neighbourly Nook (ao3) - wednesday_ukiru

Summary: The stranger had a dimple on his cheek that appeared when he laughed.

“I’m Dan,” he said, extending his hand. Phil reached for it with extreme eagerness, their knuckles knocking together in a particularly painful way, and they both winced, but Dan immediately broke into a smile. “I don’t know why I offered you a handshake, I never know how to do them.”

Sweet Juliet (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

You and I, We don't wanna be like them (ao3) - phasamtasie

Summary: Despite both being exhausted they continued whispered conversations, feeling brave in the safety of the darkness and emboldened by their quiet confessions they fell asleep in each other's arms. Phil blissfully unaware and at ease with Dan that he didn’t even think about needing Mister Rabbit to fall asleep.

Phil tries to appear cool when Dan comes to visit him for the first time, but struggles to fall asleep without his favourite plushie. When he admits to his secret, Dan answers with a confession of his own that inspires Phil’s first christmas gift to Dan.

"You look at my face a lot" (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Phil has a pretty new eyebrow slit but Dan decides that he could use a little make-up to highlight it. They end up in bed with Dan hovering close to Phil's face trying to do a good job while he's also trying not to ravish him or get (too) sappy.

-Rae

#answered #anonymous

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20 fic tag meme

I was tagged by @succubusphan :) gracias!

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favourite authors!

I feel like this meme has made the rounds in dnp fandom already so I'll tag a few capri people: @thickenmyblood @marrieddorks @deripmaver @veretianstarburst and seriously anyone else who wants to do it, please do!

My four most recent fics are all part of the same series, so if they have similar vibes, I'm claiming it's intentional. :P Scroll down for my entirely too wordy analysis at the end.

1. hellslide: (pop star au) “I won’t be going with you this time.”

2. stuck in traffic: (pop star au) Laurent’s life is a monotony of performances. Fake smiles that feel routine. Every week and a half or so, there’s a gap in the schedule, a single day off, or maybe an entire weekend. Those days are worse, because Laurent doesn’t know what to expect, can’t prepare himself.

3. welcome to the show: (pop star au) The first time Damen meets Laurent, he nearly chokes on his own tongue. He’s seen Laurent perform; he’s been lucky enough to catch him at small venues, where Laurent played a stripped-down set without all the lights and instruments, where it was just Laurent and his voice and a three-piece band backing him. But he’s only ever seen Laurent’s stage persona, or seen him in interviews on television.

4. in the past: (pop star au) Laurent stirs cream into his tea and wishes, as he often does on cold mornings, for something stronger. There’s no alcohol in the house, though, and he’s glad that decision is out of his hands. There’s not even any coffee, but it’s okay; caffeine just makes him panic. The tea is too hot to drink, so he carries it into the bathroom, where his pills are laid out on the counter in a neat, even row.

5. Learning Truths: “Do you remember Nicaise?”

6. Summer Reunion: Laurent turns around slowly, drawing out their reunion. It’s fun to see how long Damen can go without speaking, in these moments. And sure enough, when he turns far enough to see Damen’s face, he’s a man utterly transfixed.

7. Bright Star: Laurent is too young to spar with his brother at less than half his age. He sits with his uncle and a few ladies of the court on a balcony, watching a training session below. There are soldiers down there in the sawdust, kicking up clouds of it with their rough footwork, but Laurent only has eyes for Auguste and his easy side-steps, his nimble moves around his opponent’s sword.

8. The Same Page: Stiles’s eyes are drawn to movement across the courtyard, where Scott is waving both arms frantically to get his attention. It worked, so Stiles supposes that makes up for how ridiculous he looks with his backpack hanging off one arm and a sweatshirt tossed across his shoulder. Stiles gathers his notebook and laptop bag and jogs over to him.

9. prickly: (nano 2020) Phil leans around him right when he’s in the middle of a battle and his fingers are starting to cramp up, he’s so tense on the keyboard. Phil peers closely and pretends he understands what Dan’s avatar is doing, and then turns to the side to give Dan a peck on the cheek.

10. believe it or not: (nano 2020) The rapid heartbeat Peter hears outside the door of his apartment belongs to a boy he’s never seen before, but there’s relief and recognition on his face. Peter knows a few of Derek’s friends, and even fewer of Cora’s, but he doesn’t make a habit of befriending children, so he’s mildly confused about how this kid knows him.

11. Bespoke: (nano 2020) Stiles explains awkwardly to the shop assistant at the counter that he has an appointment. She nods like this is completely normal, and Stiles supposes for this particular shop, it is normal. He’s never had clothes that required a fitting before, and it’s already clear that he’s stumbling.

12. our names on a cloud: (nano 2020) “You ever get high and read fanfiction about your characters? Superman or, or Derek or anything?”

13. pack texts from last night: (nano 2020) Is there anything worse than a broken arm?

14. Triskelion: (nano 2020) “Are you sure about this?” Derek asks skeptically.

15. temperamental: (nano 2020) He doesn’t notice at first, because he’s crying. His cheeks are wet with tears, his nose runny. He sniffs hard and wipes the back of his hand over his face, and only catches the long smear of red stretching to his wrist in his periphery.

16. Peace: (nano 2020) When Dean wakes up to John’s eyes sparkling in the morning light, it’s hard to remember that this isn’t a dream. He takes in the lines furrowed in John’s forehead, the grey in his mustache and beard. This isn’t his dad how he remembers him from twenty years ago; this is new and beautiful and so comforting.

17. isn't it lovely: (nano 2020) They’ve just passed the peak of their ride when the wheel shudders to a halt. Dan catches himself on a rail but Phil stumbles forward a few steps in surprise.

18. Unforgettable: (nano 2020) Stiles clambers onto the tiny stage to a chorus of jeers and whoops from Scott and Allison and Jackson and Lydia, and even some of the people who aren’t here with him too. He recognizes Erica and Boyd and Isaac from school, and they’re sitting at a table near the back with a guy Stiles doesn’t know but really wants to, because he’s hotter than literally everyone else here.

19. Lasting Impression: (nano 2020) Stiles doesn’t come around much in the weeks following his possession. Derek understands, of course he does. It was a traumatic experience. But Stiles still hangs out with his other friends, even after school when they’re no longer forced to be in the same room. Derek can smell Stiles on Scott’s clothes, and Isaac’s too.

20. Indefinite: (nano 2020) “Put the gun down, snookums, I have news,” Peter says smugly, stepping into Chris’s workshop and slamming the door behind him.

I feel like this isn't a "fair" look at my fics because more than half are my nano project where I was writing a fic per day, sometimes from a prompt list, always very rushed and intentionally short. Having said that, though, maybe this is a very accurate look at my first paragraph style, considering this is my go-to for when I just need to get it moving.

I think my favorites are when I start with dialogue (except for #20, that was one of the dialogue prompts I used and I didn't even like it when I wrote it, but whatever, it got me through that day of writing). But I do think you need a specific sort of scenario for that, like you need a first line of dialogue that'll set the scene and still feel natural to the characters, and I also feel like this really wouldn't work as well for original characters.

It looks like I also start kind of in the middle of things, or right as things start happening. Not always what I would classify as "in media res" but pretty close. Fuck the build-up, that's what I always say. (That's not what I always say.) (I do say it sometimes, though.) I love reading slow burn and I like when things have a steady build, but I do not write that way myself at all. I find it very boring to write and I just get bogged down if I try to do a lot of worldbuilding or setting the stage before anything actually happens.

This is kinda interesting, though! I'd actually be curious to take a look at my last lines of fics, because I think that is another thing that's sometimes very unique to an author's style.

#writing #my fic #tag meme

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