Asking into the void of the fandom: Is anyone still making Danbea art? If so I'd love to see it!!
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Asking into the void of the fandom: Is anyone still making Danbea art? If so I'd love to see it!!

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so i wrote a thing about mrs danvers and beatrice because they have had me in a chokehold for coming up three years :) it's called 'the dark keeps us safe' and you can find it here
it's an ich pov of different ways she could discover mrs danvers' first because beatrice calls her that (and also an extra beatrice pov for two of them). a walk around manderley at night, a birthday wish in the library, another emotional moment in the library, and a love letter in the morning room
i've put a snip of the birthday wish under here :)
âBecause,â Mrs Lacyâs voice caught, âif I had even so much as suspected that I might not have made myself clear⌠I was on your side. I am on your side. Unwaveringly.â
Danny closed her eyes. She was acutely aware of Mrs Lacy so very close to her, staring intently at Mr Lacyâs books. She was short of breath, a tingling heat building in her fingertips. She was only half conscious of her own movements, of her hand moving to cover Mrs Lacyâs.
âBeatrice,â Danny whispered.
âNot you too.â
âWhy not?â
Mrs Lacy shifted on her feet. âYouâll be the death of me, both of you.â
When Danny turned to look at Mrs Lacy, one eyebrow raised in quizzical mockery, she found Mrs Lacy already facing her, biting her lip.
âBeatrice,â Danny said again. How long had it been since she had dared to call Mrs Lacy by her Christian name?
Her hand trembling beneath Dannyâs, Mrs Lacy closed her eyes, opened them again. âBut then, what death could be sweeter than this?â
Chapter 3 of Kein Schatten is up! Yay đĽ°
Since I completely missed my 2nd Rebecca-versary (just go with it, okay?) on 12th November, here is a little celebratory snippet of the Nie Wirst Du Sequel Kein Schatten Holt Uns ein which I will start uploading on 1st December! Yay!
The door opened just wide enough for Beatrice to stick her head inside the room. She was in her pyjamas, her old flannel dressing gown hanging open. âI hope Iâm not disturbing you. I just realised I hadnât asked you about breakfast.â
âOh.â Rebecca ran her hand across her face, rubbing at the spot between her eyebrows. âWeâre up early most days, but after the journey youâve had youâre more than welcome to sleep in.â
âNo, I wouldnât want to disrupt your routine.â
Out of the corner of her eye, Rebecca saw Dannyâs shoulders rise and fall in a silent sigh. Without turning from the mirror, Danny said: âWhy donât you come in for a moment, Mrs Lacy, and weâll fix a time for breakfast.â
TRICK OR TREAT!
You get a little DanBea idea Iâve had saved in my phone forever that I need to flesh out!!!
tumblr prompt
A short DanBea one in the immediate aftermath of Rebeccaâs death.
It is Beatrice who finds her after the funeral, hidden away in the morning room, dusting a shelf that absolutely does not need to be dusted. Beatrice who gently takes the feather duster from her hands, who pretends not to notice that her eyes are swollen and red from crying. Beatrice who looks around pragmatically and says âI think youâve done enough here, Danny,â before leading her over to the chaise in the corner.
She returns a moment later with a cup of tea. Danny asks herself how Beatrice got it so quickly before remembering she would have grown up in Manderley; knows the back halls and secret passageways as well as Danny herself does.

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Dialogue prompt! "Why are you here?" "I need to see you."
Whatever pairing you'd like <3
âWhy are you here?â The door had only opened a crack. Dannyâs eyes behind it were narrow, suspicious.Â
âI needed to see you.âÂ
Dannyâs face grew hard. She made to close the door, but Beatrice surged forward and wedged her foot into the crack between door and doorframe.Â
âPlease.â For good measure, she wrapped her hand around the side of the door. Let Danny break her fingers if she dared. âI came alone.âÂ
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âDanvers,â she called. âDanvers, wait!â
Finally, Rebeccaâs maid turned, eyes widening with surprise when she realised who had followed her into the narrow servantsâ passage. Danvers bowed her head.Â
âMrs Lacy. How can I help?â
The question stopped her short. She had not thought beyond catching up with Danvers. Though if she was being honest with herself, she had not thought at all.Â
âI⌠I wanted to speak with you for a moment. If you donât mind.âÂ
âNot at all.âÂ
Emboldened, Beatrice took a step towards her. Danvers was wearing her usual uniform, her hair pulled back into a tight knot at the nape of her neck. In the rush of the eveningâs festivities, a few strands of hair had come loose and were now tucked behind Danversâ ear. Beatrice had never seen anything more lovely.Â
âI wanted to thank you for your help the other night,â Beatrice said. There was a slight tremor in her voice. âIf I could, I would try and steal you away, but Rebecca would never forgive me.â
âMrs LacyâŚâÂ
âItâs alright.â Beatrice gave her a slight smile. âI wonât come between the two of you. OnlyâŚâ
She glanced up and down the shadowy corridor. They were alone. Beatrice raised her hand to Danversâ face, cupping it gently around her jaw. Even in the low light, she could see Danversâ face flush. She leaned in slowly, carefully, bracing herself for the moment Danvers would push her away. The moment did not come.Â
Beatrice kissed her, gasping when Danversâ hand came to her waist, pulling her in. She drew out the kiss as long as she could, pressed closed to Danvers in the dark corridor, her muscles tense. If anyone were to walk in â if anyone saw⌠With a strangled sound of longing, Beatrice pulled back.
âI needed to do that,â she whispered. âJust this once.â
Prompt: mutual pining/dared to kiss
âI never would have thoughtââ Beatrice pushed her way through the ornate curtains, into those spacious rooms in the West Wing. Mrs Danvers was standing by the open window. âFor weeks I donât see you, no word, no messages and now â that poor girl. Danny, how could you?â Beatrice strode towards her, angry enough to shake her. Then she saw that Mrs Danversâ shoulders were hunched, her hands shaking. When she turned to face Beatrice her eyes were red. Beatrice took her in, the defiant jut of her chin, months of exhaustion edged deep into her face. âOh, come here.â
â Prompt 22: reunion hug