#i love them just as much as I love daylor

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Sun & Moon.

Just wanted to draw something cute for Vince and Tanya

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This Game I Made Because I’m Bored

so basically. You choose a scenario or thing or something for my characters to react/interact to/with. It can be you it can be you doing something it can be someone else it can be an object or like I said a scenario etc etc blah blah blah. And I’ll like. Draw it:3 because I’m bored. You can just like send an ask or something idk or reblog this post. Here’s the names but that’s all you get your welcome. Unless you want to know them so that’ll be under the like keep reading thing

Esmeralda

Fern

Fawn

Queen Lilay (pronounced Lila)

Trix

Rosa

Lux

Cora

Queen Numa

King Daylor

Queen Rihania

Drannor

Veria

King Eluric

Maximus

Matthew

Maryona

Calypso

Elena

Xavier

Axel

Luna

Drake

Esmeralda (Future Queen of the pixies, tries to be organized, really the one person keeping her kingdom together under the rule of her mother. Very good person, empathetic, problem solver, kind etc)

Fern (Esmeralda’s youngest sister, the sweetest person alive, pansexual, technically dating Lux, very kind, optimistic.)

Fawn (middle child between Esmeralda and Fern, the voice of the people, willing to stand up for anyone if she believes them to be right, was starting a rebellion against their mother the queen.)

Queen Lilay (not exactly evil but really just kind of lazy. A lot like Queen magnificent from WoF yk? Like… mostly self interested, lazy, not quite evil but annoying and neglectful of the kingdom. Not her daughters but she’s just kinda… yk.)

Trix (Esmeralda’s bestie, will commit small crimes, chaotic good/neutral, comic relief kind of. Likes baking.)

Rosa (Esmeralda’s other bestie, more level headed than Trix, diplomat between the other enchanted kingdoms.)

Lux (Born with a crippled wing and is unable to fly. Scared of heights. Very sweet but also very shy. Born into a poor family. Bi)

Cora (mer person, was also starting a rebellion. With Fawn. They’re both lesbian. You can see where this is going. Cora’s the oooo you wanna kiss me so bad in the not yet relationship)

Queen Numa (a fair queen (of the mer folk), but has more of a ‘land problems are land problems, ocean problems are ocean problems’ and that’s why Cora needed the rebellion. Because they couldn’t just cut off from the land bla bla bla. She comes through.)

King Daylor (King of the elves, good and wise king. Been around for a while. Helps Esmeralda where and how he can because he sees that she’s really the only thing keeping her kingdom together)

Queen Rihania (Queen of the elves, ver good queen and liked by all her subjects. Likes gardening. Very nice person.)

Drannor (likes exploring. Elf. Great dude. Funny. Strong. Brave. Blah blah blah. Very nice guy.)

Veria (Blackmailing her bother, horrifying levels of mind control magic, manipulative, smart, dangerous, and goddess level beautiful but like. Still. Also she’s a perfectionist.)

King Eluric (King of the Fanged. Veria’s brother. Fell in love with a human and used a spell to turn her fanged (that’s what he’s being blackmailed with) anyway she died (his wife) but his entire image would still be ruined if anything got out and that is how she’s still blackmailing him. Father of Elena, Maryona, Maximus and Matthew)

Maximus (very formal. Smart. Pretty quiet. Tall. Not much to say about him he’s the eldest brother tho)

Matthew (Technically inane. Pyromaniac. Middle child. Funny dude. Still evil but like. Sense of humor.)

Maryona (Main villain. Identical twin sister of Elena. Hates her sister. Also hates Matthew because he calls her Mary the Scary sometimes. Really pretty. Also manipulative. Also dangerous. Smart and stuff)

Calypso (Cousin of Mary distantly. Owns a Casino. Used to be a pirate. Lots of other things too. Very adventurous. Kinda funny and stuff. Still evil. Tricks people into rigged deals/games and whatnot. Two different eye colours, one orange-gold, one deep purple. Banned from the ocean by loosing her own rigged deal with the sea spirit (she had it rigged but her power was outplayed by him because he’s basically a god.))

Elena (High levels of anxiety. Self worth issues. Very sweet and kind. Scared for good reason. Terrified of her family. Very pretty but she feels guilty about being that pretty. So many issues. So so many issues. But she’s so sweet too. And an empath (like the power). Became mortal from Fanged after her mother died because she didn’t properly fit in with enjoying suffering.)

Xavier (main character, dating Elena, worries about her, basically Bucky from the mcu. Face claim personality the lot of it. Mind controlled for unnatural amount of years by evil people blah blah blah you know the story)

Axel (Xavier’s best friend, the only one who learned proper coping, very nice guy, always just kinda shows up with the *knock knock* hey, are you ok? Etc)

Luna (more trauma than the main character, was sold as a child after her mother died to the evil society but their mind control didn’t work so she had to be forced into doing what they said. Seriously unhealthy training patterns. She won’t eat or sleep until she passes out from exhaustion. Also anger issues.)

Drake (take Nick Fury, give him dreadlocks, take away the eyepatch, make him a medieval knight dude, etc. sarcastic. Don’t mess with him. A good guy and stuff but still.)

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Pretty Boy

Daniel x Taylor [The Dark Pictures Anthology: Little Hope]

Warnings: SPOILERS for the game Little Hope (minus the ending because this is a whole Alternate Ending), Vague mentions of Injuries and demons, Canon-typical fear and terror, Swearing

Genre: Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Fix-It, Alternate Ending, Song fic

Summary: That hellish night from Daniel and Taylor’s perspectives described through the lyrics of The Neighbourhood’s ‘Pretty Boy’

Requested by my best bro @hopeveon I heard the world needed more Daylor content and I thought I should rise to the occasion. Enjoy! Love, Vy ❤

Even if my heart stops beating you’re the only thing I need, ooh, with me

Her heart nearly leaps out of her chest as they’re pulled into one final flashback to the past she’s wished countless times to never see again, tonight or for the rest of her life.

To say Taylor has had enough would be an understatement. 

She’s by no means a weak person. Of course, she’s human which automatically comes with its emotional disadvantages but she’s never let them show. She’s mastered the power of the poker face and the ability to shake off anything and everything with just a shrug of her shoulders.

And everyone fell for it, mistaking her for a bitch who couldn’t care less about anybody else but herself.

But then he came along.

Even if the Earth starts shaking you’re the only thing worth taking, ooh, with me

As the floor rattles beneath his feet, the walls shaking, threatening to collapse and kill everyone within them, the only person he cares about or is able to think about is her, Taylor.

Daniel was the person who vowed to care less in life from a certain point onward - that point being his last break up with a very awful girlfriend that was just a walking red flag. He didn’t see that though, the love he had for her made him colorblind.

At least until that flag smacked him square in the face, smashing his idea of love to pieces.

That’s when he swore that he wouldn’t rush into it ever again, would not let his world get tilted out of balance like that ever again.

But then she came along and it was as though he personally shoveled all those thoughts up and tossed them out the window.

Screw the vow, listen to your heart - he told himself, and it’s a good thing he did because his heart told him she would be different. It would all be different.

Even if the sky’s on fire got you here, it’s alright, ooh, with me

She’s independent, so much so she can come off as high-strung sometimes. But that independence wears thin when you’re staring death in the eyes. When demonic claws are reaching for you with no intention other than harm.

That’s when she rushes into his embrace and wishes for it all to be over - for his arms to hold her tightly and protect her through it all until the sunlight peeks in through the darkness as a beacon of hope, promising them salvation.

Because right now, this whole night in fact, he’s been her salvation.

And if it’s all over I’m taking this moment, ooh, with me Yeah

Eventually it ends. Everything that starts has to end, right?

So it has and has left them all in one piece with shards of who they were now left behind in that house.

All this time he hasn’t once let go of her, he’s been holding her as tightly as he can, a human shield between her and all the bad around them. His firm embrace a silent promise that he’ll do all in his power to keep her safe.

And that’s indeed what he does.

Even when it’s all over, when they’re out of that hell-hole of a house, he takes a moment to hold her just a bit longer, not ready to let her go yet.

He takes a moment to hold her in the relief much like he held her in the fear. He curses it for being so short of a fragment of time when he knows he could hold her forever.

Pretty boy, you did this with me, boy Now it’s all about to end

She only comprehends that they’ve stepped out of the nightmare and into the light when his hand clasps hers, the reassuring squeeze freeing her from her hectic thought she can’t get the hang of.

And yet they magically sort themselves out when her eyes meet his. 

It makes sense. His presence in her life makes sense, the warmth of his gaze and touch, the comfort of his smile. It all makes sense and it all adds up to create a fire in her chest, surrounding her heart, melting the leftover ice around it.

Much like she’s unknowingly done to him.

Baby girl, look where we made it, girl Hmm, now we’re falling

If only he possessed healing abilities, he’d run his fingers over each and every bruise and scar. He’d make it go away, take the pain away. But alas he can’t and he finds himself feeling it too. It’s not his own wounds burning and stinging, it’s a pain deeper than that.

It’s a pain that’s shared willingly, not forced upon the other person. It’s pain that serves as evidence of their love.

And as much as it hurts, it’s more bitter than sweet - especially when they can stand here in the longed for sunlight and let out a sigh of relief, mark their accomplishment of surviving hell together.

Together.

As long as I got you I’m gonna be alright As long as I got you, yeah I’m not afraid to die I’m alright

They’re alright, they’re safe and ok in the most basic sense - whether they’ll be ok minutes, hours or days from now is up in the air. It goes without saying that this night has left its mark on them and will hold them in its clutch for an undisclosed amount of time.

But, right now, all they can do is wait and see and for the first time, maybe that isn’t so bad.

There’s comfort in the peace and quiet even if it may be between two storms with the second one waiting to take ahold and last longer than the previous.

Regardless, they know they’re going to be alright, one way or another. Taylor will always have Daniel’s shoulder to cry on, his arms to catch her when she’s about to fall and his eyes to ground her in reality when all else gives and lets the horrors of her mind take over.

Daniel will always have Taylor’s hands holding his cold and shaky ones, her lips to plant a kiss on his forehead when a rough nightmare jolts him out of his sleep, her voice to lull him back into slumber, her fingers to run through his hair soothingly, promising him safety.

They’ll have each other, and as long as that’s the case, they’re gonna be just alright. Everything that starts has to end and so will this upcoming storm - it will end and they’ll come out of it with their hands intertwined, proud survivors that couldn’t have made it out alive without one another.

Wherever I’m going I’m happy you’re coming, ooh, with me

I’m lucky you’re with me

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THE SILLY GOOFIES

And original sketch (because I like it a lot)

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Tbh I would've loved it if Taylor just slapped Daniel at any random time during the game.

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Erm don't mind me, just thinking about Daylor but with a baby. Anywho here are some headcanons to go with it. (Some about the baby and some about just them in the future yk yk)

By this time, Taylor would let her hair grow out a little bit and take a break from dying it (mostly to show off her natural red hair)

As for Daniel, he didn't change that much, mostly just started to grow some stubble. (Taylor loves it so he refuses to shave.)

The baby got the red hair from her, and Daniel think it's the cutest thing in the world.

I would love to think of them having a boy, which Daniel isn't as happy about because he totally wanted a daughter (he still loves him though, don't worry lmao.) Taylor was happy either way.

The little boys name is Theodore but they call him Theo sometimes.

Theodore, even as a little baby, gets a lot of his looks from Taylor, but she's convinced he has Daniel’s eyes. (Daniel doesn't believe her)

And of course, these two are just wonderful parents. They hang out with Theodore every chance they get.

Taylor is one of the moms the records silly moments (her phone storage is begging for help lmao)

Theodore's first word was “mommy” which just pissed Daniel off. Taylor obviously teases him about it all the time.

Andrew babysits him when Daniel and Taylor need a break (@hopeveon you have influenced me.) I headcanon that Andrew has a little sister, so this makes him perfect for the job.

Angela and John feel old now that Daniel and Taylor are married with a kid, and they all find it hilarious. (Of course, Taylor teases them by making them feel even older.)

They have two cats and a dog, which Theodore loves. They catch him messing with them all the time. (Taylor has videos of Theo pulling the cats tails and scaring them.) They don't have any rats because Taylor actually hates them, which Daniel is really sad about. (Later in the future they'll get some, it'll just take a lot of convincing.)

Hehe, that's all I have. Tbh I'm glad I started to do something with an AU where they have a kid, because it's so goddamn cute. Maybe I'll draw Theodore as a toddler sometime, but who know💀

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I hate how there aren’t that many Little Hope fics for me to read on Ao3. I feel like I’ve seen them all. I love Little Hope and I get that people didn’t like it that much (and I get why) but it just makes me unhappy lol. I WANT MORE DAYLOR FICS AND MORE FICS ABOUT ANDREW 

[thefanficmonster]

*asks you for daylor valentines day hcs even though there was a whole fic last year. i crave more*

Happy Valentines Day bro! Enjoy the headcanons as the celebration 💕

Pairing: Daniel x Taylor [The Dark Pictures Anthology: Little Hope]

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: FLUFF, Romance

- Daniel and Taylor are practical people

- By practical I mean two college students on a tight budget

- Which is why they agreed at the very beginning of February that they wouldn't exchange gifts on Valentine's Day

- They were both on-board with the idea and gave the topic a rest, not touching it at all from that point on

- It was as though they'd feel guilty talking about it when they knew they'd breach the agreement

- They didn't want to lie to each other's faces so neither of them thought to double-check if the deal was still on

- Clearly it wasn't cause on the 12th Daniel took Andrew out to help him find a gift for Taylor

- And on the 13th Taylor snatched him for the same purpose: buying a gift for Daniel

- Poor Andrew felt like he was getting deja vu but it still was super hard for him not to laugh at the absurdity of his friends

- It should come as a surprise to no one that they'd get each other a gift, let's be honest, the two of them are only dumb enough to believe that there'd be no gifts

- And when asked about the agreement by their unknowingly shared partner in crime they both said the same thing

- "How could I not buy him/her a gift? That's ridiculous!"

- Andrew wanted to point out that their behavior was far more ridiculous but couldn't bring himself to do it

- As sarcastic as he can be and as much as he mocks them, he still finds himself smiling at their wholesomeness

- And, as much as he wanted to see each of their reactions on the day itself, he decided against it

- The moment was meant to be just for Daniel and Taylor and her didn't want to interrupt with his spying tendencies

- Here's what he missed out on....

- After the second movie they watched, both of them decided to take a little break and just enjoy the snacks they had bought together for this specific reason - a Valentine's Day movie date in Daniel and Andrew's dorm

- It was prefect cause the latter said he had plans, leaving the room all to them

- "So...", They said in unison

- "No, you go first...", They said that in unison as well

- They laughed, both of them visibly nervous

- Taylor took the lead, "So, remember what we said about no gifts?" Daniel nodded, "Yeah, well, that kinda went out the fucking window on my side....I couldn't not get you a gift D...."

- She took out the neatly wrapped gift she managed to sneak under his bed upon entering, luckily the box containing the item is tiny so it was an easy job

- "I hope you're not mad and I really don't want you to be upset that you didn't get me a gift. Those were the rules and you've got nothing to...."

- "Who said I didn't get you a gift?"

- Daniel, smiling sheepishly, takes an item of approximately if not exactly the same size from under the pillow on his bed

- "I couldn't not get you a gift either, T. It's not much, it's mediocre at best, but I hope you'll still like it...."

- The man barely finished his sentence when her lips were on his

- "I already love it." She told him when she pulled away while he was still dumbfounded

- He managed to find his voice somehow, "Um...don't speak so soon....", he chuckled nervously, handing her the gift as she did the same

- They both unwrap and open their gifts to reveal two bracelets

- Matching bracelets

- Neither of them had realized they were to be bought in a pair when they picked them out, but seems destiny had their backs

- When the realization strikes them upon putting them on their wrists, they bring their hands closer together to see the halves of the heart charm hanging from the patterned leather bracelet complete one another, forming a whole heart

- In their astonishment, they can just laugh quietly to themselves as their eyes meet, both pairs sparkling with joy and so much love, it's overwhelming

- But that moment doesn't last for long

- Because within a few seconds, Taylor's lips find their way to his again, but this time he's not dumbfounded and responds, kissing her back in an instant

- One hell of a Valentine's day if you ask me ❤

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Hiii I have another request, will the brainrot ever end?

Daniel/Taylor fic where they share a bed for the first time (when they are actually dating) and they're just trying their best to not make that awkward 👉👈 theyre just dorks in love and i stan

HEADCANONS COMING YOUR WAY

~ Enjoy 💕

- It was the first time Daniel had to stay over at Taylor’s dorm

- Well, it’s not like he didn’t have any other option, he just didn’t wanna leave

- And Taylor didn’t want him to do so either wo it was practically a win-win situation

- However, there was a small awkward inconvenience

- Taylor’s dorm had only two beds

- Seeing as how her roommate had a very strict ‘no touching my stuff (bed included)’ rule implemented, there was technically only one bed at their service

- Which meant they either had to share it or one had to sleep on the floor

- Obviously, neither of them was gonna let the other sleep on the carpet (which was probably not washed in ages, mind you)

- So sharing the bed it was

- Being a bed meant for one person the two barely fit

- That being said, it goes without saying that they couldn’t fulfill their plan of giving each other as much room as possible

- This wouldn’t have been a problem at all had they been dating for longer than less than a week at that point

- They were rightfully unsure of how to handle the situation or how to behave

- The question inhabiting both their heads was mainly ‘what would other couples do in this scenario?’

- Cuddling was a logical answer but then again neither of them was sure the other would appreciate such intimacy when they had been dating for such a short amount of time

- Regardless of how hard falling asleep was for the both of them because of how fast their thoughts were racing, they eventually did

- And upon waking up the following morning found themselves in a comfortable embrace, having cuddled for God knows how long during the night

- Also! God bless Taylor’s roommate for coming back to the dorm earlier that morning, finding them in that cuddling position and taking a polaroid picture she left on Taylor’s nightstand

- On the back of it she wrote:

- “Daylor - I ship it ❤”

- Don’t we all? 😉 

[thefanficmonster]

Things Left Unsaid

Daniel x Taylor (The Dark Pictures Anthology: Little Hope)

Warnings: Swearing (of course, because Taylor)

Genre: FLUFF

Summary: When Daniel wakes up to find one of his closes girl friends in his bed, snuggled up to him on top of all, in his shirt, on top of that too, he can’t help but admit a thing or two to himself. Too bad he can’t admit it all out loud when the girl’s eyes flutter open.

Requested by my platonic spouse, amazing friend and chaotic fellow cult leader @hopeveon You already know how grateful I am for the request and how sorry I am for not completing it sooner. And you already know how much I love you so ON WITH THE DAYLOR CONTENT! Love, Vy ❤

How did this happen? - Is the first though that passes through a still half-asleep Daniel when he wakes up and finds he’s not tangled in his blankets like he usually is. In fact, the blankets are barely touching him. What little warmth he feels has nothing to do with them, but instead with the other body he appears to be sharing the bed with. The body that just so happens to be snuggled up into his side, head resting on his chest.

The body that has hogged all the blankets.

The second thought, a little less foggy than the previous, comes when said body shifts, causing the blanket to slip and reveal the material of the sleeping attire it’s clad in. That sleeping attire just so happens to be a particularly familiar shirt - his shirt:

Ok, now I gotta now how this happened.

It doesn’t take him a lot of thinking or analyzing to put two and two together and find the identity of the person cuddled up next to him. For starters, he’d never allow anyone else in this position and for seconds - that hair is hard to misidentify.

Taylor

The girl he developed a crush on at the very first glance. The girl he soon sparked a close friendship with - a friendship that he saw as a reason to try an terminate the crush he had on her because he felt it would ruin the amazing connection they had. He was prepared to sacrifice his feelings to keep things between them platonic in fear of losing her completely if he tried to move their relationship up the scale. Problem is, as much as Daniel would like to believe that feelings can so easily be erased, the truth is that the more hits they take the stronger they became. And Taylor hadn’t been helping him much either. Her caring glances, bright smiles, the subtle, probably subconscious touches on his arm. None of that seemed to be as meaningful to her as it was to him, or so he thought.  Daniel would have laughed at himself if he didn’t feel so pathetic - he was the one encouraging his friend Chris to ‘shoot his shot’ and mocked him the countless times he refused and then Taylor entered his life, causing the tables to flip on him.

As time went on though, the tables flipped again and it just so happened to be at a college frat party at the beginning of the year. After two years of friendship, suppressing feelings and desperately trying to beat them out of himself, he was still not the first one to confess anything. A good blow to his ego was that too.

Sitting on the edge of the fountain that was a safe distance away from the fraternity and its chaos, Daniel and Taylor ended up sharing a moment under the starry sky, both way too sober in terms of alcohol, but too drunk on the uncontrollable emotions that were flaring up and spreading throughout them like a wildfire. 

“I feel so childish sometimes.“ She admitted, looking down at her sneakers as she dug the heels of them in the dirt by the fountain, “Always thought I’d grow out of crushes eventually.“

Daniel wasn’t caught off-guard by this, after all, they had been discussing some class gossip to fill in the silence or perhaps to avoid saying something they shouldn’t. The gossip was generally surrounding their classmate Angela and their creative writing professor John, but in all honesty neither of them were interested in it nor did they know a lot about it which is why their conversation ended up straying into personal territory.

“Crushes are not something you grow out of.“ Daniel said in response to that, “They just get easier to deal with. Maybe even easier to confess.“

Taylor shook her head at that, her eyes wide almost as if the statement triggered something in her, “No, no way. They are in no way easier for confessing.”

Despite fully agreeing with this statement, Daniel chooses to play dumb an press the subject further in a teasing manner to cover up just how risky of a topic this is for him, especially when she’s around. “Sounds like you’ve had a personal experience with this struggle. Not one of the brave and the bold, huh?”

“Definitely not! If I were, I would’ve already admitted to you how much I like you.“ She didn’t bother to look at him when she said that, her eyes remained focused on the starry sky above, a small lazy smile playing at her lips.

While she was staring at the stars, the boy sitting next to her was star-struck, head spinning from the sudden confession on her part. He wanted to say something, anything for goodness’ sake! But, alas, he couldn’t. He couldn’t find words in general, let alone the right words to express how he was feeling. Thankfully, humans are more than capable of displaying their emotions through body language as well. 

It’s safe to say Daniel expressed all he felt and more when his lips landed on hers, leading them to share their first kiss in under the moonlight and the shimmering stars while havoc was wreaking less than a block away from them.

After that turning point in their relationship, they have been left in a sort of grey area. You know, the one that’s between platonic and officially romantic. This period that is still the present for the two of them is giving Daniel massive anxieties, doubts, speculations and fears that have kept him sleepless for more nights than he cares to count. He’s never brought it up to Taylor though. Speaking of her, she’s seems rather content, maybe even pleased with their current status of undecided, unlabeled fun. It’s reasonable enough, she was the one to initiate it after all. She said she didn’t like relationships or the label of being someone’s girlfriend, at least not this early on and definitely not in the near future and Daniel respected her view, allowing for their relationship to remain marked with question marks. However, the longer this lasted, the more his intrusive thoughts started to get to him. He’s become apprehensive, overly mindful, doubtful, suspicious and skeptical of every exchange they have. Hell, he hates himself for it but he can’t deny that he’s questioned Taylor’s intentions on more than a few occasions. He knew it was his own fears getting in the way of his rational thinking but he’s only human, he couldn’t help himself.

Taylor didn’t exactly specify why she didn’t want this relationship to be official. She didn’t want to be asked about it either. The two times he had asked she had dodged giving a concrete answer and instead changed the topic, using a vague response as a front to what was going on in her head. Daniel didn’t try and pursue the truth, he knew it had the potential of escalating into an argument, considering Taylor knew how to be rather short-fused.

Little did he know how good of a reason she had.

Every previous relationship she had entered was a train-wreck after a train-wreck. A disaster wrapped in another disaster, often times ending with her and her partner on horrible terms and talking smack behind each other’s backs following the break-up. Since junior year in high school, she hadn’t been in a relationship with a single person she liked liked. It was always a settlement for a person who’d show interest in her first, hoping her feelings would develop as the relationship progressed. Unfortunately, they never did and neither did the relationship - leading to the aforementioned disaster. The few times her and her partner remained friends were considered the successful relationships in her book.

All that taken into account, one would find her reluctance on labeling her relationship with Daniel as official pretty reasonable. She didn’t want to admit her reasoning out loud, thinking it was childish and downright nonsensical, keeping Daniel in the dark about what was going on in her head. This was the first time for her to initiate the start of something of this sort - that in and of itself made this connection between them special. Besides that, this was the first time there was a connection. The first time she liked someone. Liked liked someone. She wasn’t looking forward to starting it just for it to fall apart which is why it took her so long to set it all in motion to begin with. And that’s why now she’s taking things slow. Agonizingly slow. But from her standpoint - perfectly reasonable.

In the middle of his reminiscing, about halfway through his trip down memory lane, he shifts to provide himself a more comfortable position. He was quick to regret that decision though, very very quick, especially when he saw the arm that was previously draped over his chest reach up and run a hand through the short red hair that’s glimmering with the morning rays coming in through the window.

“Shit, sorry for waking you up, T.“ Daniel whispers, his eyes squeezing shut as he cringes at the stutter to his words and the fact he even woke her up, “Go back to sleep, it’s barely 6 AM.“

Taylor shakes his head, surprising him when she ends up snuggling closer to him as though this is a perfectly normal occurrence. “Nah, it’s ok...“ she twists her neck to look up at him, rolling over to have a better view of his face, “You seem like you haven’t been asleep for a while.“

He indeed hasn’t been. He has instead been looking back on all the times they’ve spent together, reading into them and trying to dig out every detail, but he’s of course not gonna say that. She’d probably poke fun at him for being so sentimental and sappy, “No, um, I was just thinking, that’s all.” 

All that thinking did bring something useful to him - the events of last night. How she dropped by to study together and maybe watch a movie on the small crappy TV in his dorm while Andrew is gone for the weekend. How they had started a friendly bicker session regarding their cinematic taste. How they had gotten so close to kissing....when the power went out. Daniel still regrets how much he silently cursed that power shortage - that very shortage happened to be what has led them to this: cuddling together in his bed. Taylor didn’t want to go back to her dorm in the pitch black, not that Daniel was gonna let her do so anyway, so she agreed to stay the night, scolding him for being ridiculous when he offered to sleep on the floor. Oh yeah, she also needed something to sleep in, that’s how she ended up in his shirt. With all the pieces put together, this position of theirs is even more precious in his eyes.

“Thinking bout what? If you keep talking I might end up falling asleep again...“ Taylor presses onward, prying words out of his mouth despite his obvious reluctance.

He can never say no to her, to the point where it’s an actual inconvenience at times, which is why he lets out a long sigh before speaking up again, “Have I ever told you about the first time I caught feelings for you?”

“Nope.“ She mutters, “I’m all ears.“

Daniel inhales deeply, filling his lungs to their upmost capacity as he teleports his mind to that moment two years ago. The moment he first saw her. “It was my third day of classes and I was still in no way an expert at navigating this massive campus so I got lost on my way to the bathrooms in the second building. In my defense, it was my first time there so I couldn’t have found the way even if I was a navigation prodigy.“ He attempts to lighten up the tone with which he’s speaking but to no avail, there’s too much emotion in his voice. The moment he’s describing is too meaningful. “As I was aimlessly roaming the halls in search for any bathroom signs, I heard laughter around the corner. This was a big deal, mind you, cause I hadn’t seen a single soul for a good fifteen minutes. Following the sound, it led me to a group of three people standing by a classroom. You happened to be the only person facing away from me, how ironic.“ He lets out a breathy, humorless chuckle, “Even more ironically, just as I was about to approach your friend group to ask for directions, my roommate popped up out of thin air, calling out my name like the loud doofus he is.“

“Oh yeah I remember. Conrad is a handful. I remember my friends commented on how sorry they felt for you for having to share a dorm with him. You’re lucky he graduated. And by the way, fun fact, since we didn’t know your name we just took to calling you ‘guy in red shirt’. Makes me laugh every time I think back to it“ Taylor snickers, interrupting his story-telling.

“’Guy in red shirt’, huh? I like it. It’s better than Dan, anyway.“ This gets a laugh from her as well, “And that’s when you turned around and that’s when...“

��Wait, that’s it? I turned around and you caught feelings?“ She raises an eyebrow at him, unamused as ever.

“Yes.” No. “That’s when I caught feelings for you.” That’s when I fell in love with you.

Taylor rolls her eyes, resting her head back down on his chest, “Boring! I’m going back to sleep.”

If he could smack himself across the face without looking like an absolute weirdo he would do exactly that. “Sure, probably for the better...” I don’t wanna appear an even bigger idiot than I already have.

And so so many things remain unsaid yet again. But perhaps there will come a day when he’ll admit them to her and not only to himself.

One can only hope.

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My Warrior

Daniel x Taylor (The Dark Pictures Anthology: Little Hope)

Warnings: !Spoilers!, Swearing

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Summary: They have all made it out of there. They’re safe from the real horrors, but the scenes that have been imbedded into their minds keep haunting them. They are left with scars to their subconscious as well as scars on their skin. Marks to remind them of what they went through. What they survived. Taylor can’t stand them - the burn marks on her skin and the scars that night left on her. She’s struggling way more than she’d like to admit. But there’s someone who sees through her toughness.

Requested by @chairtiger Hello there my chaotic co-cult leader! Sorry to be posting your request so late 👉👈 hope you understand and forgive me for the long wait. I had a blast writing the fic and I hope you enjoy reading it. Anyway...SHIP DAYLOR FOR CLEAR SKIN EVERYONE...Love, Vy ❤

“Fucking hell, this is torture.“ Taylor groans as she runs a make-up wipe over her foundation-covered, bruised skin. Underneath all those layers of foundations are the marks she’s been so desperate to hide - the reminders of that night. That monstrosity that wanted her dead and wasn’t gonna stop at anything to make that happen.

But it didn’t happen She tells herself, I’m here, aren’t I?

She’s happy to have gotten out of there with her life as well as all her friends, but the feeling of the constant presence of that night’s memories weighing on her mind, and thanks to the marks on her skin as well, she has a hard time accepting that she was indeed lucky. Some fucking luck. If she were lucky she wouldn’t have even ended up in that predicament. But she did and it has taken a bite out of her sanity and will haunt her for good, physically and mentally. No doubt about it.

The first place they all went to after their return was a hospital. Scrapes and bruises and some open wounds along with Andrew’s concussion were the main of the physical injuries. No broken bones or anything permanent, thank God. 

Well, almost nothing permanent. 

Taylor had seen the looks the nurses and the doctor gave her when they saw the state of her skin - much like the others she had bruises and scratches here and there, the most serious of which still had dried blood on them. However, unlike the rest of the group, she’d be left with the burn marks for as long as the memories - forever. Of course, that’s not what the doctor told her, not directly, at least. He said to give them time and some treatment that wasn’t completely sure to work. She knew what that meant - “Be ready to spend the rest of your life like this or in covering it up.”

It’s been one month since that horrible night. One month of treatment for her skin. Lotions, creams, cleansers, foundation. Nothing has worked. She spends an hour going through the process of covering the marks up and an hour taking all that foundation off. No one has commented on them which may be either because she covers them well enough or they simply don’t want to make her feel uncomfortable. She doesn’t care what others think of them, people’s opinions never bother her on any ground. The war she has with these burn marks is personal and has all to do with an event she wants to let go of and move on from. As if her nightmares aren’t enough, she also has to deal with flashbacks every time she looks in the mirror.

She hasn’t expressed her frustration to anyone. She has managed to hide it as well as the bruises themselves. It’s Taylor after all, she’s good at putting on an act so no one can read her. But, because it is indeed her, she’s not used to keeping her anger in. She feels like a ticking timed bomb. A bubble with tender, delicate walls that could burst at any moment. And God help the person who she bursts in front of. She’s never held her composure this long, she doesn’t know what will even happen if she lets go.

Now, looking in the mirror, about to take off her foundation and apply the new lotion the doctor prescribed her, she feels as fragile as ever. She’s feeling the lack of sleep more than ever as well as the pain of her tensed muscles that never seem to relax anymore. She doesn’t feel mentally prepared to go through the process of taking off the cover-up. She never feels ready, it always takes a toll on her on mentally, emotionally and even physically. She always feels so tired afterwards, so drained. Maybe because she always expects to see a difference when the foundation comes off. There never is, nothing but disappointment.

Today has been extra hard for her. Her mind has never been hazier from the lack of sleep. Her thoughts are all over the place, none of them clear. Her body’s almost shutting down. She feels like a ghost of herself. Like the real her is in a different location. Probably still stuck in Little Hope.

The foundation’s off, the same sight meets her, mocking her from the mirror. And that’s the snapping point she’s been dreading for a month now. She reaches for the new lotion she picked up on her way home.

“Useless piece of shit!“ she chucks it to the other end of the bathroom. The bottle is unharmed, it just hits the tiled floor with a loud thud. She however is in pieces, also dropping on the ground, her back against the wall, her knees tucked close to her chest, hiding her face between them, sobbing her heart out. It’s certainly a freeing feeling, but it only exhausts her more.

“Hey T...Taylor, what’s wrong?“ She hears the familiar voice and goes silent but does not dare lift her head, especially not now that her cover-up is off her, the burn marks on display. She remains sitting on the ground, face hidden from his sight.

Daniel feels her heart sink at the sight of the most important person in his life being at a low point like this one. He feels guilty for not taking action sooner. He saw the signs, the red flags in the form of fake empty smile, lack of sarcasm, colorless cheeks, eyebags, red eyes. Lack of Taylor, she was nowhere to be seen. She was far from the person he’s used to knowing and seeing every day. Knowing her, he expected prying to be a bad move but now he wishes he’d done it sooner. On time. Before she could crash like this.

“Do you know how to knock?” Her weak attempt at putting her tough act back on slips through the cracks in her voice.

Daniel is by her side asap, kneeling on the ground in front of her. “T, come on, don’t do this. Look at me. Tell me what’s wrong.”

She knows better than to hide from Daniel. He know her too well. She trusts him too much. So, despite her previous determination not to let him in on the fact that she’s now a product of that night, she raises her head, resting her chin on her knee, still avoiding his gaze though. He doesn’t bat an eye though. 

Can he really not see what’s bothering me? It’s very fucking obvious

“I- I just feel like I can’t do this, you know. I can’t be fine like the rest of you. You’ve all moved on. And here I am with nightmares like a preschooler and these ugly things all over my skin. That night will permanently hold onto me, Daniel. I can never let it go if I’m reminded of it every time I look in the mirror.“ Her gaze travels to the lotion bottle on the an arm’s reach away. “I can empty as many of these bottles as I feel like, they never help. The doctor says they maybe would, big emphasis on the ‘maybe’ but, spoiler alert: they never do. I wish they’d stop stringing me along, every failed attempt is a hard-to-swallow disappointment.“ She chuckles humorlessly when Daniel takes the bottle from her, “And then there’s always the casually mentioned risk of it making them worse rather than better. You know, casually. Like, yeah this will either help you or fuck you up even worse.“ She ends the rant with a sigh, almost feeling like herself again.

Daniel sees it too, the fire in her eyes is fighting to light again. She’s so angry and yet she can’t express it to anyone. Anyone by him apparently. 

“So, you’re not gonna give it a shot?“ She shakes her head, “But what if it helps?“

“What if it makes it worse?“ She automatically replies, hugging her knees closer

“Let it be your last go. If it doesn’t do anything, or God forbid makes things worse, it’s on me. I owe you whatever you want. I know that’s nothing in comparison to what you’ll be dealing with, but...“ Sensing a speech is on its way, Taylor holds her hand up, shaking her head.

“Alright, spare me Mr. I-Don’t-Take-Medicine-Unless-I’m-On-My-Death-Bed. Give me the lotion.“

He shakes his head, stands up and takes hold of the hand she has outstretched instead. “Nah-ah, let me help.” The skeptical and downright humoring look she gives him when she stands to her feet almost makes him frown. “What? I’m not clueless, T. I know a think or two about skin care. You think this all came naturally?” He motions at himself cockily, stealing a genuine laugh from her.

“I knew nature couldn’t fuck up that badly. I suspected you had something to do with it.“ She narrows her eyes, meeting his also narrow-eyed gaze, both in on the fact that the other is messing around.

“Your skin is at my mercy. I wouldn’t talk smack if I were you.“ He playfully warns her, waving the lotion bottle in front of her.

She rolls her eyes, “Yeah whatever you say, tough guy.“ She opens a drawer under the sink and throws him a box of cotton pads.

Not wasting any time in fear she might change her mind, Daniel takes one pad out and puts a few drops of the lotion on it. He hesitantly brings it closer to the skin on the side of her neck while she stands as still as a statue, not breathing either. Despite all the bold talk, he’s still nervous. He really hopes this miracle liquid of chemicals works, solely because it will make Taylor happy. And to him, her happiness is all that matters.

She shudders when the cold, damp cotton pad makes contact with her skin and he immediately feels the need to apologize. Instead, however, he goes on to tell her exactly what’s on his mind, cause he knows there’ll never be a better time.

“What you call a reminder of that night, the horrors we endured, I see it differently...“ he trails off, looking at her reflection in the mirror out of the corner of his eye. “I see it as proof that we’re stronger than we know. And you, T...are the strongest of us all. Any of these scars could have been a lethal would but here you are, alive. And no, I’m not trying to say you’re lucky. None of us are. Lord knows what kind of fucked up luck we posses, but it ain’t right. No, you are brave. You went through it and fought to leave the battle with scars instead of dropping to the ground with a wound that is irredeemable. You’re a warrior, Taylor.” He pauses for a second and so do the movements of his hand. He hesitantly inhales before saying the last sentence he’s been holding back, “My warrior.” 

Taylor tilts her head to look at him, genuine surprise and warmth in her eyes. She’s baffled. Pleasantly caught off-guard by words she never thought she’d hear, let alone trust. She covers all this up with a smirk. Classic Taylor. “You weren’t really a pansy back there either, Dan.” She gently bumps his shoulder with hers.

His eyes narrow again. “I hate that nickn-“ It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t get to finish his sentence cause her lips are already on his, preventing him from ranting about...whatever he was about to go off about.

You know what they say: If you don’t finish saying it, it was never meant to be said in the first place. 

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