Danysdaughter Masterlist

fire lines

based on a prompt for distracting work kisses.

for @myletternevercame. special thanks to @heidiamalia for the brainstorming session!

rated m.

Frank usually works through his lunch breaks.

He used to take them as far away from—well, everything—as he could, finding himself a lone edge on the roof or some corner of a vacant floor to eat his meal in relative quiet. But ever since Curt roped him into this management job, everything’s always coming to him whether he likes it or not.

And he doesn’t not like it, as it turns out.

It’s a small construction company, a kind of in-between place for hard-up vets to get work, either settling there or to steady their feet for something else that’s more suited to them. The work feels meaningful in that way. Karen had recently coerced a beat reporter from the Bulletin’s local business section into writing up a piece on them, and the glowing review brought in more and more jobs for his guys. Frank has found it surprisingly gratifying, minus all the paperwork.

So much goddamn paperwork.

He’d never pegged himself for an office space kind of guy. He prefers to be out there, in the midst of things with the others—so he spends most of his days doing just that, saving all that bureaucratic bullshit for his lunch breaks in his office trailer.

He’s heading there now, after a rougher-than-usual morning spent on some stubborn electrical wiring. He thinks of all the other kinds of work waiting for him in his trailer and groans, half-wishing he’d packed a beer with his sandwich today.

He shields his gaze from the midday sun, and then he turns, and he sees her.

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Any good Kastle fics you'd recommend to fill the void?

Oh boy oh boy DO I ever, there are soooo many to pick but I just went through my bookmarks on ao3 so here are the links to my favourite completed fics :) 

Blood and Bone -  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14078994/chapters/32436396

Into the Woods -  https://archiveofourown.org/works/13778646/chapters/31671753

Office Space -  https://archiveofourown.org/works/13651653/chapters/31354614

The Bullet You Never Saw Coming -   https://archiveofourown.org/works/8388274/chapters/19217017

Don’t Fear The Reaper -  https://archiveofourown.org/works/12929223/chapters/29545491

You Behave - https://archiveofourown.org/works/13003779

Watch Me - https://archiveofourown.org/works/13382850

Not Pete - https://archiveofourown.org/works/12934935

Pour - https://archiveofourown.org/works/12865695

For Whom There Are No Words - https://archiveofourown.org/works/6488695/chapters/14852386

Loss Like The Sharp Edges of a Knife  -https://archiveofourown.org/works/13273272

Between the Sinners and the Saints - https://archiveofourown.org/works/6756550/chapters/15440989

It’s Not a Date, It’s a Rendez-Vous - https://archiveofourown.org/works/17149889

Heaven Sent the Saints Down (Hell Sent Them Up) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/6299413/chapters/14435479

Don’t Make a Sound - https://archiveofourown.org/works/16029389

Si desde el día en que no estás, vi la noche llegar mucho antes de las seis... 💀💔

war of the foxes, richard siken

EVERY TIME IS THE LAST TIME written by ganymede_elegy

It starts like this. She’s furious, anger hazing her mind and making her reckless. Reckless enough that she turns and leans across the center console and presses her lips to his. It’s not a good kiss. Her lips are pursed tight, as tense as she is, and he’s also tense, but she doesn’t break it off and soon his eighteen year old boy brain seems to take over and he’s kissing her back. Ok, maybe it starts earlier than that. Maybe it starts when an eight year old Robb brings home a skinny, sullen boy after little league hockey one day. He’s quiet, but Robb loves him and from that day on, Jon Snow becomes a constant figure in her life.

SINNERS 2025 | dir. Ryan Coogler

LITTLE MIX Sweet Melody (2020)

Khalessi ,what the the hell? 

“WRITE IT BADLY. Write it badly, write it badly, write it badly, write it badly. Stop what you’re doing, open a Word document, put a pencil on some paper, just get the idea out of your head. Let it be good later. Write it down now. Otherwise it will die in there.”

— Brandon Sanderson on overcoming writer’s block to create a first draft as a professional author (via almost-always-eventually-right)

ASOIAF meme: 1/4 songs or stories ♦ the Night’s King and his Queen

He had been the thirteenth man to lead the Night’s Watch; a warrior who knew no fear. “And that was the fault in him,” Old Nan would add, “for all men must know fear.”

A woman was his downfall; a woman glimpsed from atop the Wall, with skin as white as the moon and eyes like blue stars. Fearing nothing, he chased her and caught her and loved her, though her skin was cold as ice, and when he gave his seed to her he gave his soul as well. He brought her back to the Nightfort and proclaimed her a queen and himself her king, and with strange sorceries he bound his Sworn Brothers to his will. For thirteen years they had ruled, Night’s King and his corpse queen, till finally the Stark of Winterfell and Joramun of the wildlings had joined to free the Watch from bondage. After his fall, when it was found he had been sacrificing to the Others, all records of Night’s King had been destroyed, his very name forbidden.

“Some say he was a Bolton,” Old Nan would always end. “Some say a Magnar out of Skagos, some say Umber, Flint, or Norrey. Some would have you think he was a Woodfoot, from them who ruled Bear Island before the ironmen came. He never was. He was a Stark, the brother of the man who brought him down.”