#Daniel le Domas fic

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Hi!! I wanted to start by saying your writing is so captivating and I’m just in love.

I’m not sure if you are still writing for him but can I request #40 Tentative kisses given in the dark or #50 A kiss, followed by more that trail down the jaw and neck for Daniel le Domas? If you don’t write for him anymore, can I ask for Art instead? Thank you!

*I'm not currently taking any more requests from this list

Nonnie when I saw the name Daniel le Domas? The gasp I gasped. The scream I scrumpt.

"Take a break."

"I'm not due for a break."

"Take one anyway."

You shot Daniel a sidelong glance before returning your focus to the drink that you were making. You couldn't count how many times you'd bartended for a shindig at the le Domas home. The catering company that you worked for was one of their frequent picks and you were where you always wound up: behind the bar.

Daniel had always been a polite and frequent visitor, but the more often you were there, the more he spoke to you. He was about the only family member that bothered to.

You'd been warned going into that evening that you were supposed to keep your head down and your mouth shut. You just weren't able to warn Daniel. You didn't have his number, and from what you could find, the guy didn't have social media.

It was strange. His life was so glamorous, but seemed so...Contained.

"Come on, go on break," He urged again.

"Daniel, I'm working."

"I can see that. Looks awful."

You glanced toward where your manager was lingering in the doorway to the kitchen, watching you closely. You smoothed your smile away, topping off your glass and passing it to the gentleman that was waiting.

"C'mon, take your break," Daniel urged. "Take a walk with me."

"Not now, Daniel," You muttered.

"I know you get twenty minutes, we'll only take ten...Five?"

You jolted at the sound of your name, straightening up as your manager came over.

"Has she served you, Mr. Le Domas?" He asked.

"Yes, she has."

"Is there an issue with your order?"

"No," Daniel's eyes darted between you and your manager.

"Excellent. I will be taking over here," Your manager stepped in pointedly beside you. "Your help is needed in the kitchen."

You nodded your acquiescence, turning away and heading to the kitchen without another word. Damnit, you were worried that this would happen.

--

"C'mere."

"Jesus!" You hissed, whirling around at the sound of Daniel's voice. When you'd finally taken your break, you'd ducked out to the service entrance to get some air, but you hadn't expected for anyone to be waiting for you.

"C'mere," He urged again, taking hold of your hand.

"You're going to get me in trouble again!" You groaned, but you didn't bother to stay put or let go. You followed him unthinkingly, glancing back toward the door nervously to ensure that no one heard or saw you before you lost sight of it.

--

"You're not planning on murdering me out here, are you?" You asked, glancing around the stables.

"No."

"Helluva place to do it, you know, if you did. Use the hay to clean up some of the blood—You probably can't put a horse on trial. Probably."

"Are you trying to give me ideas?"

"I don't think you need 'em."

"I really get you in trouble?"

"A little."

"...What're they gonna do if they find you out here with me?"

"Fire me, probably. I don't know how they'd find us, though. This place is a fucking labyrinth."

You stopped looking around as you felt the heat of Daniel's body against your back. You bit your lip, fighting to keep yourself still as he stepped around you.

"Hey, but if you are gonna murder me, could you do it quickly? I'm not really into the whole edging thing with sex so I'm definitely not gonna find it hot with, like, death—"

You went still as he cupped your face, swiping his thumb across your cheekbone. You peered up at him, taking in the sweep of his lashes as his gaze lingered on your lips. You stepped a little closer, nudging your nose lightly against his before closing the gap between you. For all of his flirting and teasing at the bar, Daniel seemed almost as nervous as you felt. You slid your hand up into his hair, drawing him closer as he teased his tongue between your lips. His hands settled on your hips, steering you back against a beam. You tipped your head back as the kiss broke, sighing as his lips trailed along your jaw.

"Daniel..."

"Mm."

"I can't be late."

"I'll take care of it."

"But—"

Daniel grasped your jaw, turning your head toward his again, pressing a tender kiss to your lips.

"I'll take care of you."

[criesinliess]

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the best friend; pt2; pt3 @uniquexusposts

READY OR NOT

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[anretc]

Fic: It's Here That I Belong

It's Here That I Belong (1126 words) by anr Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ready or Not (2019) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Daniel Le Domas/Grace Le Domas Characters: Grace Le Domas, Daniel Le Domas Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Daniel Le Domas Lives, Fix-It Summary: "I'm alive," he whispers, his voice raw, "how?" She could ask the same thing about herself.

[anretc]

This story is long and fantastic and everything a good fix-it fic should be. Absolutely amazing! 🥰🫶💕🔥

fic: held the hand of a devil (it was warm in the night) Ready or Not (Daniel Le Domas/Grace Le Domas)

"You know I've turned off notifications for anyone with the last name Le Domas." When Daniel asks if that's why she never responds to his text messages, Grace replies, "I can literally shout across the hall to respond to your texts. Besides, you're listed in my phone as Betty Ford."

[takusan-no-ai]

★·.·`¯´·.Daniel Le Domas.·`¯´·.·★

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[rhubarbdreams]

Word Count: 1,185, Daniel Le Domas/Grace Le Domas pre-Relationship, Teen and Up Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply

Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Daniel Le Domas Lives, Character Death Fix, Fix-It, Developing Relationship, Yuletide 2022

Summary:

"Funny story. Not really. But. Yeah. We were all adopted, Alex and Emilie and me, but I guess the old folks thought—rightly so—that baby me couldn't exactly play, uh, any board game. But Alex and Emilie were toddlers when their papers came through and they joined the family, so they did it, and I hadn't blown up yet by then, so. Yeah. Got left out of that one. A lot of goat sacrifices, though. To make up for it. Not fun. But, hey, I'm still in one piece. I guess."

"Great," is about all she can come up with. "I'm being asked some awkward questions, but glad I can blame it on your all being adopted and not on demons or whatever the fuck."

"Ah. The proper authorities." He grimaces.

"And hospital personnel, yeah." Her chair creaks. It's uncomfortable and noisy, and not making this conversation any easier.

[saintcarrionn]

ready or not (2019): a crazed sort of almost-review consisting mostly of screams

adam brody. as a point all on his own. if you need only one reason to watch this movie, adam brody is that reason. i have a whole new appreciation for bow ties.

fucked up sibling dynamics!!! you think you've figured them both out but you haven't!!! the wrong brother dies first!!! protective older sibling trying to shield his younger brother to the ultimate detriment of his own mental stability and health leading to him becoming an alcoholic with a gold digger wife

the gold digger wife!!! whose name is charity because of course it is

weird fucked up rituals stemming from a generations-old deal with the devil in return for wealth and prosperity

rich people getting systematically exploded

samara weaving in a ripped bloodstained wedding dress with a knife wound in her shoulder and a bullet through her hand walking out of a mansion whilst it burns behind her as a visual

the angst potential of daniel x grace - she thought alex was the good one!! he thought alex was the one with the soul!!! he only wanted to protect his brother!! he died to save her whilst alex tried to sacrifice her to survive!! ultimately it doesn't matter but she picked the wrong brother!!

classical music overlaying a scene of the butler getting kicked in the face over the back of a car seat

thank you that is all

[fabricated-misslieness]

Daniel Le Domas x gender neutral reader

Yo I hate Alex that motherfucker but also I think it’d be easier if Daniel killed Tony in the forest and then ran away with Grace, but I guess it’d be safe to bet that others left for the forest when the car got flipped.

Also for some reason my gifs aren’t workin

Requested: No

Word Count: 2847

Warnings: suggested use of drugs because Emilie exists, mentions of hypothetical violence, some angst i think, mentions of a gun in a world war themed board game

Normal AU where Le Domas are a ‘normal’ rich family, still weird, but no deal with the devil.

Servants, lavish parties, gourmet food, expensive alcohol, this was the life you might be inheriting. You say ‘might’ because you’re not married, nor are you getting married. 

Your partner, Daniel Le Domas, was born to a rich family, so he was entitled to all these privileges, not that he seemed quite fond of them. Deep down you knew he was, but he for sure didn’t make it clear.

“Don’t worry,” Speak of the devil. He reassures you, squeezing your hand as you walk down the halls to the music room. A music room, for god’s sake! Not speakers, not a radio, but their butler playing the piano. At least they didn’t have a ballroom, that would just be way extra. “We’re a normal family, I promise.”

“Normal?” You raise an eyebrow, gesturing to a nearby seemingly ancient, though you exaggerated that, portrait of a newlywed couple. “All the portraits I’ve seen so far are newlywed couples.” 

“That’s normal for rich families.”

“Haha.” You say sarcastically. “But seriously, you can’t even paint them in normal clothes? Not even family pictures of one of your many vacations?”

“First of all, who said we even had vacations?” You assumed they did, seeing as they were wealthy. Doesn’t the average rich person go on vacation twice a year? Whatever, who were you to assume? Though the thought of it is still a little peculiar, so you decide to question it.

“You don’t? No little tour over Europe? No visiting the seven wonders in the span of a week?” You go on and on, suggesting outlandish places.

Daniel nudges your side playfully to get you to stop. “No, haven’t even toured the US.”

You laugh, nudging him back. “You’re no fun, for a board game family.” You pluck a nearby board game from it’s shelf, Yankee Bayonet. Initially, you’d been attracted because of the gun on the box. It's world war one or two themed. “Well, can’t blame you. Don’t know how this would seem fun. What’s it even about?” You put the box back on display before Daniel can scold you for touching it.

“Honestly, I don’t know. There’s so many games, and I’ve barely played a quarter of them. That one, however,” he points at a box further down the hallway, “that one I play-tested as a kid. It’s somewhat fun.”

“Somewhat.”

As you near the end of the hallway, your eyes land on a portrait of Charity. You stop, which makes Daniel stop too. For a second, he’s confused, until he looks up at the portrait. Immediately, he turns to survey you. Among every emotion dancing in your eyes, he catches disturbance, nervousness, and most importantly, a splash of disgust. “Charity.” You say a little bitterly.

“Charity.” He repeats. “That’s where our painting used to be.” He cups your cheek and pulls you to look at him, putting his other hand on your shoulder. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”

You shake your head, putting one hand on his hip and the other on the hand resting on your cheek. “It’s nothing. If I’m going to be with you, I’m going to have to face your family.” Daniel smiles, giving you a quick peck on the nose. He’s glad you’re so willing to get to know them, especially with how much he’s down-talked them, to put it lightly. “The only thing that confuses me is why this is still here. She’s your ex-wife.”

“They took a liking to her.” The both of you grimace. “She was just as crazy as them. Honestly, I don’t see what they see in her. But,” He takes your hand and presses a kiss on it. “I won’t let her bother you. If you want, I’ll even flaunt our relationship more than I would’ve.”

You shake your head, turning towards the next corridor. “No need. I’ll be fine.”

Famous last words, “I’ll be fine.”

You were not fine, in fact, you were a fish out of water. Standing next to the family, you felt severely underdressed, even when you’d gone out your way to wear something fancy. Though that wasn’t the biggest problem. They were all very distinct, but they fit into the family. Of course, they were family, but it made you feel like an outcast.

“(y/n),” Becky greets you with a smile. You offer her a hand, but she gives you a hug instead. You barely manage to reciprocate it. “I’m delighted that you came for a visit."

You give her the best smile you can, hoping she doesn’t notice it’s fake. “I’m glad I’m here with you.” You’d really thought that meeting the family would go smooth, honestly though, how could you? These were rich people, your lifestyle, mannerisms, nothing was even remotely similar to theirs.

“Oh, thank you.” She hands you a glass of champagne which you gingerly take, just to be polite. “I hope you can bring my son back to his old self. He’s never been the same since the divorce!” Before she can take you off towards a couch somewhere, Daniel stops her. He’d excused himself for some whiskey when you made it to the entrance and promised he’d make it quick.

“Mom.” He scolds lightly. He takes the drink from your hands and leaves it on a servant’s tray, knowing you’re not one for fancy champagne.

“Daniel.” Her face lights up. She gives him a quick hug, which you notice Daniel is a bit uncomfortable in. “Haven’t seen you in a while.” She teases.

Daniel nods rather stiffly, moving to your side and taking your hand almost immediately. “Been busy.” The whole family knows that ‘busy’ meant being with you, yet he covers up for it anyway.

“I know, I know. They’re a nice catch, by the way.” Becky pats you on the shoulder, a gesture both you and Daniel seem to dislike. “Well, I better not keep you for any longer. I’m sure the rest of the family is eager to meet you.” For some reason, you highly doubt that. 

Becky leaves you for another glass of champagne. Daniel turns to you once she’s gone. “You okay?” He holds your hands in his in the hopes it’ll comfort you.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He can tell you’re lying, you’re not hiding it very well. He gives you a knowing look, pushing you to tell the truth. “Alright, I’m not okay. Charity and your aunt have been eyeing me up since we arrived, your dad looks way older than your mom, Emily and Finch seem too happy to be real, your nephews are creepy, and Alex and Grace both look like they want to leave. That’s not reassuring, now is it?” Your ever rising tone makes Daniel squeeze your hands to stop you.

“Honey, they’re harmless.” He knows that’s an awful way of reassuring someone, but he knows that no matter what he says, you’ll still be doubtful.

You frown, letting out a sigh through your nose. “I know they’re harmless, but..” You bite your lip, trying to find a way to sugar coat your words. “Charity looks like she wants to kill me and your aunt looks like she could skin me alive without even blinking.”

“Look,” He brings his hands to cup your cheeks. “there’s nothing to worry about. From now on, I won’t leave your side. And if I need a refill, I’ll bring you with me. I love you.”

You sigh again, closing your eyes. In the end, you nod, opening them back up to look at him. “I love you too.”

“Good,” He brings you in for a chaste kiss. “Let’s go fuck them, like mom says.”

"She really says that?"

Daniel was right, they were harmless. Well, you hadn’t talked to Charity, but at least you’d talked to the second person giving you a serial killer look, aunt Helene.

Turns out the stink eye was her resting face and that her husband had died tragically. It was the main reason she looked so miserable. She was most likely merely reminiscing about her husband while looking at you two, the newest couple in love. If anything, it made you feel bad for her.

"I'm pretty sure I saw her take a pill like a shot in the hallway." You side glance Emilie as Daniel pulls you off to the side. You were just done talking to her, and somehow, even with all that parental stress, her smile was genuine. She was happy and extremely friendly. Well, so was her husband, but even he had a bit of awkwardness in him. "She's not suffering from anything, is she?"

Daniel shrugs, "Not that I know of."

He sits the both of you down on a loveseat out of earshot from the rest. "Now, we only have to wait until dinner." You nod. "But I have something to tell you. When somebody marries into the family, they have to play a game. It's just tradition. Play the game and you're part of the family, but win it, and you'll gain respect. Might as well get some practice in, right?"

"Did you just propose to me?" You mean it as a joke, but Daniel shrugs and reaches into his pocket. It's a wonder how people aren't looking over right now, well, apart from Charity.

"This is a claddagh ring. It's been sitting in my pocket for ages." He says as he pulls it out of the box. The majority of the ring is normal, but in the middle is a heart with a crown on it. "But, it's up to you how you want to wear it."

"So is this a proposal or..?"

He gives you a quick rundown on the meanings. On the right hand crown pointing towards the fingerprints is single and looking, towards the wrist is taken, on the left ring finger crown pointing towards the fingertips is engaged, and pointing to the wrist is married. Obviously, you're not married or single, so that leaves taken or engaged; and he's giving you that decision.

"You want me to choose?"

Daniel looks like he's regretting his spontaneous and presumably drunken decision. But with a swig of his drink, he smiles again. "Yes. I mean, we've talked about marriage and all but I wasn't sure if you'd be ready. I'm still not sure, but now that you know about it, you might as well wear it."

You admire the ring as you weigh your options. Daniel takes your free hand, absentmindedly playing with your fingers, especially your ring finger.

Engagement is the brightest thing in your heart and mind, despite that, it still finds doubts. Your in-laws, they were weird. But they didn't have anything to hide, they were harmless. On the plus side, you loved Daniel.

That was the final push. You grab Daniel's left hand, sliding the ring down his ring finger with the crown pointing to the fingertips.

Daniel's left hand curls around your right, the metal feels cold against your skin, despite all your fiddling. You look up at him, seeing his brows furrowed with confusion. You speak up before he can, "I might as well be proposing to you, if you're giving me the decision."

Daniel laughs, giving you a kiss followed by an eskimo kiss. He isn't usually one for eskimo kisses, but you figure it's happiness. "Okay, but I'll buy you one."

"Deal." You give him a final kiss before pulling him off the seat. "What should we play?"

"Well, first we have to go to the game room."

"The game room?"

You were hoping the game room was the room with the double doors painted with the name 'Le Domas', seeing as they were a board game family, but apparently not. "It's reserved for family, so technically you're not allowed in. But, we have a game room for parties." Daniel explains on the way. Rich people and their special rooms…

Once inside, Becky plucks a family board game from the shelf, no doubt a Le Baile product. Before you can join them at the couch, however, Charity pulls you off to the side.

Daniel follows, putting his arm around your shoulder protectively. Charity glares at him for a second before turning back to you, it was clear she wanted you alone. "Care for a game of chess?"

"Usually, we play more traditional games, stuff that would be here during my great-great-grandfather's time. He founded the company but the family tradition comes from before most of the games they've created." He whispers quickly into your ear. Due to the quickness, you almost fail to comprehend his words, but luckily you understand them.

"Alright." You agree to the game. Charity leads you over to the chess table, where conveniently, the chess board is already set out.

Daniel pulls a chair from seemingly out of nowhere, setting it down to your side, much to Charity's distaste.

"I got chess when I married in." Somehow she manages to avoid bitterness in her tone. "You should go first."

God, you barely knew the basics.

"So tell me about yourself." Charity speaks up.

You give her a quick rundown, which hopefully doesn't reveal any information that she could use to her advantage. "Interesting." She takes your bishop. "From what I've heard Daniel say, I expected the worst." 

Daniel narrows his eyes at her as a warning, though Charity doesn't see. Her eyes are glued to the board.

"I don't know why he'd leave me for you."

"Charity." Daniel warns her.

Charity holds her hands up in mock surrender. "I'm only speaking my mind. But I'll stop now."

She does stop for the remainder of the game, nevertheless there's no doubt in your mind that she has a lot more to say. She beats you quite easily, though she seemed disappointed when the reward was not getting to remarry your new fiancé. It's either that or you'd read her wrong.

"You have much to practice." Becky remarks, taking a sip of her champagne before continuing. "But, you'll get there." She smiles.

You smile back, standing up from your chair. Daniel does so too, almost protectively. He stares ahead towards Charity. The two seem to be having a glaring contest. You decide to ignore them, "I don't know about that."

"Oh, sure you will." Her eyes trail towards your hands when you intertwine them.

"I didn't see that there before. Claddagh ring, left ring finger pointing up." She continues to stare, a little disrespectfully. She notices this before it becomes moderately disrespectful. "You're engaged." Her smile widens.

Her words catch everyone's attention. Almost immediately, Emilie runs over with the brightest smile you'd ever seen.

"Congrats!" She exclaims, reaching out to hold your hand but stopping when she sees it connected to Daniel's. "I can't wait to have you in the family!"

"Thanks."

"They're not normal." You remark as you sit next to Daniel on the bed. The family had insisted that you stay the night, and while that was quite sweet of them, you really wanted to get out of there. They were no longer creepy or ominous, but you want a break. You weren't feeling as social as you did when you came in.

"Can't judge what normal is when they're the only family I've met." Daniel brings the blanket over your legs. "Sorry, anyway."

You shrug, planting a kiss on his forehead. "It's alright. Though that proposal was a little spontaneous."

At the mention of the proposal, Daniel shifts his ring around on his finger. "I was drunk, still am. At least I got it out of my chest. Who knows how long I'd keep it in my pocket otherwise."

"Knowing you, it'd be months, maybe a year."

"Hey!" Daniel whines, nonetheless, it's followed up by a laugh.

You can't help but give him a kiss again, this time on his temple. Daniel moves closer afterwards, pulling you into a proper kiss on the lips.

"Did you like them?" He asks when you pull apart.

You shake your head side to side in a more or less motion. "Mostly. Charity is Charity, you know. Your dad seemed to only focus on the engagement, I think I saw Emilie snort something, I don't know what to feel. Well, your mom is nice, maybe a little too nice. She hopes that I make you behave like you, but I wouldn't know how that is."

"So that's what she was talking to you about." He bites his lip for a second. "Well, don't worry. I believe I behave the way 'I used to' around anybody that isn't them, apart from Alex and Grace."

"Reassuring." You say sarcastically, laying down.

"Seriously? Can't tell the difference?" He lays down, cupping your cheek and allowing you to wrap your arms around him.

"Honestly, yeah. It's a little concerning." You nuzzle into his hand.

"Well, don't be. We'll be back home in no time. After breakfast, though, they're going to insist on that." You groan at the thought. Daniel simply laughs in reply, turning off the lamp.

"Goodnight, sweet dreams. Love ya."

"Love you too."

[mrs-theirin]

hello again! tried to make this a weekly thing and that just didn’t work aslksfdhs but here we are again! enjoy <3

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HELLOOOOOOOO i will literally never shut up about this fic. queenie writes the BEST shit out there it’s unreal. honestly at some point i’ll have to stop pointing out specific fics and just say “go read queenie’s stuff”. actually, that is what i’m saying. GO READ QUEENIE’S STUFF. her characterization is SPOT ON always and reading her work just feels like drinking a nice cup of hot chocolate (and occasionally choking on it because you’re laughing too hard). the humor, the romance, the banter, fear, anticipation, shock: you want it, it’s here folks. go read this right now!!!

one month to pluck your heartstrings | stargent - Ready Or Not (2019) & Daniel/Grace Le Domas

The rumor mill gets a few things wrong.

While Daniel may have appeared in her room that fateful day, it wasn’t to steal her away.

In actuality, it was she who seduced him; her arms winding like vines around his neck, lips tasting of ripe fruit, coaxing blooms from the beats of his heart.

A lipstick kiss the color of pomegranates on his skin. (4,291 words)

okay so i watched ready or not on tuesday at 3 in the morning and of course the next day i was like “oh well i have to look up fanfic” so here i am and BOY if this wasn’t the best idea i’ve ever had. this fic KILLED me. the prose was so absolutely beautiful it’s unreal, there were many times where i audibly said “wow” or gasped or covered my mouth or held my hand over my heart, i’m not even kidding. this fic was so fucking good it’s unreal. idk why i don’t read fic more often this shit is AMAZING. i definitely recommend giving this a read if you liked the movie!!! the characterization is amazing, and you can really feel the emotion!!

[trashy-greyjoy]

who’s gonna save us now (when the ashes hit the ground) | grace x daniel | ready or not | fix-it fic | 18k |

The ghosts of his family watch them from the corner. They can both feel them. Like they’re piled on their shoulders, pressing them down, down, down… 

“We’re alive,” he can’t look at her. He stares through his mother’s forehead at the yellow and orange painting on the wall. Sunflowers. 

“Yeah.” She can’t look at him either, her eyes downcast at the unspoken implication of the statement. They aren’t.

“How?”

Her cheeks feel hot with tears that smell like blood.

“I don’t know.”

[nervoushottee]

THIS WAS SO FUCKING GOOD

I’ll never get watching Ready or Not and seeing Daniel. Such a cutie

I laughed so hard when he chucked his ring off his finger

Wicked Game

Pairing: Daniel Le Domas x Reader

Rating: Explicit- 18+ Only

Warnings: Angst; fluff; infidelity; explicit sexual content—vagina sex, oral sex. Not beta-read.

Notes: You can venmo me that soul whenever

Length: 6.9K

Summary: “Hey,” He murmurs, “You trust me?”

You shouldn’t. Daniel Le Domas has never given you a good reason to trust him. But you find yourself nodding. He gives your hand a squeeze, your arm a tug, and leads you into the trees. 

He thinks about it.

As the others stream into the room, chattering frenetically, he thinks about. He looks at the box, and he thinks about it. If he brought her home—if he brought her in—what would she draw?

Old Maid?

Chess?

Bridge?

Checkers?

Or…

Daniel winces at the thought, turning his head and raising his glass to his lips. He drains the contents, revels in the burn, and shakes his head a little, trying to knock the thoughts away. He’s already let this go on too long if he’s even worrying about this. She’d seemed so damn putout when he’d told her that he didn’t think it was a good idea for her to come home with her for Thanksgiving. 

He couldn’t blame her for her upset. Thanksgiving is no intimate affair for the Le Domas family—so few things are. And he hadn’t brought her home for it last year, either—or for Christmas, New Year’s, the Fourth of July, birthday parties, none of it. He’s been keeping her away from his world, tucked in their own private corner of his life.

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Ready or Not fic recs

i won't rise until this battle's won by alphaesque words: 22399

“I won’t lie to you, Grace.” Daniel’s voice sparks to life, clearer than she’s ever heard it, losing some of the disingenuous quality that she’d chalked up to copious amounts of alcohol and a clearly unhappy marriage. “But, you are going to make it out of here alive.”

“Oh, really?”

He smiles and its real, genuine, eyes alight with a sense of vigor that rekindles her own fire. “Someone has to burn it all down, right?”

Personal addition: it’s amazing! It focuses both on the events of the night and the aftermath, I loved it!

Try, Die Again by Croik words: 16855 TIME LOOP AU

After the dust settles, Grace awakens to find herself exactly where she started, with a card in her hand, ready to play again. But this time will be different; for both their sake’s, it will have to be.

said he’d love me for the rest of my days by shaekspeares words: 13771

Most people spend the days after their wedding blissfully in love, maybe on a beach somewhere, reliving their best memories from the blessed day. Grace spends the aftermath of hers in hospital, and the most reliving she gets are the trauma-induced nightmares of her beloved husband and his family trying to brutally murder her to satisfy the literal devil.

Then her dead husband’s dead brother comes back to life, and things get even more complicated. Maybe she should write a self-help book.

there are cracks in the road we laid, but where the temple fell the secrets have gone mad by RedRosesArePink words: 11552

Grace plays a few rounds of Jenga with her in-laws on her wedding night. In the end she runs anyway.

Personal addition: my absolute favorite fic that has so far been written. Creation of all characters is so amazing, I love everything about it!

blest be the tie that binds by shaekspeares words: 11429

Months after her wedding ordeal, Grace's hard-earned stability is severely threatened by the reappearance of the Le Domas family in her life as ghosts intent on avenging themselves by having her dead by Halloween. As if the horror of having her narrow escape from a satanist nightmare revoked wasn't enough to live with, her technically-ex-but-sort-of-current-husband will stop at nothing to convince her to take him back- nevermind the fact he's legally dead and she asked for a divorce last they spoke.

It is telling that her new best friend seems to have become the ghost of her alcoholic ex-brother-in-law. That little girl from the Ring had nothing on a horde of pissed off angry dead billionaires.

don't waste another heartbeat by pseudowoodo words: 10564

“I’d like to offer you a deal.”

Daniel snorts. “And what? All it’ll cost is my immortal soul?”

Le Bail raises an eyebrow in amusement. “I thought you didn’t have one of those.”

Daniel gets one chance to do the night over and save his little brother but the task proves much more difficult than he thought.

recover, try again. by fairycafes (kooscafe) words: 7617

Grace survives, Daniel survives, but surviving isn't living. Together, they will try to recover again, to try again, to love again, and again, and again.

But it's not so easy.

let's play another game. by fairycafes (kooscafe) words: 7194 TIME LOOP AU

She almost thinks she’s hallucinating when she flips the card over and subsequently drops it.

Hide and Seek.

Inside, the scorched record player starts up with a screech. Grace bristles, tears forming in her wide eyes, nails digging into her palm. Run run run, time to run and hide--

“No. Fucking fuck, no--” Equal parts rage and fear pump through her, bruised body shooting up off the ground and looking around, crazed and frightened and--

Le Bail stands before her. "Let's play another game."

that gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam by alphaesque words: 6719 TIME LOOP AU

The worst part of reliving the same night over and over is not the various paths she could’ve taken but that no matter the path, the end result remains the same.

Her in-laws explode and her husband betrays her.

(Not, obviously, in that order.)

17 Dresses (Back into the dark again.) by AngelWithoutWings words: 6653 TIME LOOP AU

Grace has lived through this night so many times it's getting hard to keep track. Every night the disaster of her wedding repeats. Every night at the godforsaken table in that game room, she prays that maybe she won't pull Hide and Seek. (She always does). Daniel catches her eyes often and she feels a chill run up her spin. (The devil does love a good game, but every game has rules.)

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I want to read every fic in the Daniel and Grace tag in Ao3 but I also know I have at least 10 more days home and I need to provision them

[goddesspharo]

fic: what would an angel say? (the devil wants to know) Ready or Not (Grace Le Domas/Daniel Le Domas)

"The devil liked your moxie?" Of course, Le Bail would leave her to be the keeper of her husband's betrayal. Grace considers letting Daniel have this one thing to still believe in, but the larger part of her that is swirling with rage and betrayal at anyone with his – their – last name knows that Alex doesn't deserve his brother's loyalty even in death.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ready or Not (2019) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Daniel Le Domas/Grace Le Domas Summary:

She almost thinks she’s hallucinating when she flips the card over and subsequently drops it.

Hide and Seek.

Inside, the scorched record player starts up with a screech. Grace bristles, tears forming in her wide eyes, nails digging into her palm. Run run run, time to run and hide--

“No. Fucking fuck, no--” Equal parts rage and fear pump through her, bruised body shooting up off the ground and looking around, crazed and frightened and--

Le Bail stands before her. "Let's play another game."

 Alternatively: Grace finds herself stuck in a time loop, and Daniel is her only constant.

[katniiss]

Summary:

When she wakes up, someone is holding her bad hand.

Grace yanks it away instinctively and bites her tongue to hold back a scream.

Because sitting beside her hospital bed is Daniel Le Domas. Alive, and still drinking. Or maybe it’s apple juice, she doesn’t know.

She turns on a light even though the sun is streaming in, just to do something with her hands. “Fucks sake, am I still in a nightmare?”

“Nice to see you too,” Daniel says, and he tries to laugh but can’t quite manage it.

Or: In which Grace enters recovery, the media goes wild over the Le Domas Massacre and Daniel somehow turns up alive because apparently deals with the devil aren’t enough to deter a miraculous resurrection.