Danielle.

Bella & Edward + text posts

“Good morning”

His hazel eyes were eager to know whether I had reached the stage of trusting him or not. I remember answering his unspoken question within the beats of my heart: yes. If the stars have seen our entwined futures, then yes, I would trust you if the world were up in flames or if it were as still as the breeze that touched my skin. I would trust you in death.

— ROOTS, BNK

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Hello, friends. I started writing this fic about a month ago, compelled to return to fanfiction after years and years to soothe my quarantine-addled brain. Ever since, I’ve been updating very regularly, as writing this has really been saving me during this anxious, housebound time. I’ve expanded into tumblr now to continue indulging my therapeutic return to fandom. Hope this might also provide a little distraction to a few of you.

Also, help me, lol, I don’t know what I’m doing on tumblr–is this how you fanfic here?? Seriously, tell me.

Held Sooner

Summary: On the night Dani’s family dies, Christian can’t face her grief. Instead, Pelle holds her. A retelling of Midsommar (and beyond) from that divergence point, when Pelle is compelled to put things into motion sooner. Begins canon-adjacent and goes into post-canon; a slow build to some complicated romance and smut.

Pairings: Dani Ardor/Pelle

Rating: Explicit

Warnings/Tags: AU (canon divergence), post-canon, slow burn, eventual romance, eventual smut, angst and hurt/comfort, dubious morality and ethics, mildly dubious consent (drugs and manipulation), canon-typical violence, blood and injury

Full Text in Progress

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

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Dani finds herself cradling a deep, aching tenderness, almost a woundedness. It decamps in her chest, spreading. She has lost her wits.

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They hold each other’s gaze, the right time determined only by the pulsing air between the two of them. Dani feels as though a solid, heavy, humming mass has formed right at her breastbone as her eyes remain fixed to Pelle’s, concentrating everything to this one spot.

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He smiles at her. He is practiced at concealing his real emotions from her, but he had hoped he was finished with all that.

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“Think of what it would be like,” Siv says, “to explore all your potential in a place where you are loved, valued, listened to. Perhaps even deferred to, if things happen in the way I believe they will. What do you have in your old life, that you would want to go back to it?”

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Maybe he has lost her for good when adherence to the elders’ original plan to keep her here would have ended in happiness for all. Maybe he has ruined everything. Maybe he is already corrupted.

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Maybe all of it really was a lie, an expertly-performed act pulled off by an expert actor, and now that she is no longer there, playing along, he is turning his sights elsewhere. New plan, new pilgrimage, new May Queen.

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His mind reels through a chant of her name. Here’s her apartment building. The stairs up to her floor. Her door. He will die when he sees her. He will sink to his knees and perish.

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He cooks for her and tends to her houseplants and makes love to her. But in Pelle’s fantasy, they were always going to go back home at the end of it. The uncertainty of that conclusion now lurks in the back of his brain, always scratching at his happiness.