Organising stuff is no talent of mine, but I’m trying to keep this as organised as possible. Fics are listed in chronological order of the story unless stated otherwise.
HWU: Thomas Hunt x MC*Rachel Fields
Freshman Year. Very loosely based on some of the plot of HWU. Includes Hunt Dates #1 - #4.
❥ O Thomas Hunt, Wherefore Art Thou My Professor?
referred to as OTHWATMP in this list
❥ Separate Masterlist due to Length
❥ Happy Birthday, Professor. (Between Ch. 76 and 77)
❥ O Rachel, Wherefore Art Thou My Student? (Hunt’s POV)
❥ Lenience (~ Chapter 6 of OTHWATMP)
❥ Irrelevant (~ Chapter 9 of OTHWATMP)
❥ Men in Suits/Sleazeballs (~ Chapter 14/15 of OTHWATMP)
❥ Turquoise (After Chapter 62 of OTHWATMP)
❥ A Mess (After Chapter 62 of OTHWATMP)
❥ The Heart Wants What It Wants (~ Chapter 77 of OTHWATMP)
Semester Break.
❥ The First Date (HWU Hunt Date #5)
❥ Part 1: Before the Date
❥ Part 2: Dinner Date
❥ Part 3: Date Interruption
❥ Part 4: Their First Time (NSFW)
❥ The Morning After
❥ La Perlas
❥ Rules (NSFW)
❥ A Little More Careful
Sophomore Year.
❥ The Trials and Tribulations of a New Normal
❥ Part 1: Rachel
❥ Part 2: Thomas
❥ Part 3: Change?
❥ Some Rules Are Meant to Be Broken (NSFW)
❥ Something Just Like This
❥ Part 1: Maybe You Should Have
❥ Part 2: Fairy Godmothers
❥ Part 3: An Unlikely Alliance
❥ Part 4: Elevator: Reloaded
❥ Part 5: If It’s Not Too Late (NSFW)
❥ Epilogue: Addi x Ryan
❥ The Exception
❥ That Backfired.
❥ It’ll Be Fun
❥ A Holly Jolly Christ-Mess
❥ Separate Masterlist due to Length
❥ I Know the Way (Drabble)
❥ Home Is Where The Heart Is... Is It?
❥ Coming Home
❥ Good Morning
❥ Desire and Decorum
❥ Idiotic Little Spats
Junior Year.
❥ Wedding Bells (HWU Hunt Date #9)
❥ Rachel, Meet Rachel.
❥ Favourite Tradition (Drabble)
HWU: Thomas Hunt x MC*Natalia Tate
Years after graduation.
❥ Vacation
❥ Istanbul
❥ Friday the 13th
❥ Natalia in Istanbul
❥ Nostalgia (Drabble)
❥ I Miss You (Drabble)
❥ I've Waited Years
HWU: Thomas Hunt x OC*Anna Wilkerson
While at Hollywood U.
❥ Gone.
Years after graduation.
❥ 2083 Days
❥ Baby? (Drabble)
HWU: Thomas Hunt x MC*Samantha Evans
Years after graduation.
❥ Hello.
HWU: Thomas Hunt x MC*Danielle Allen
❥ Direction
❥ Prologue ❥ One ❥ Two ❥ Three ❥ Four ❥ Five ❥ Six ❥ Seven
❥ Eight ❥ Nine ❥ Ten ❥ Eleven ❥ Twelve ❥ Thirteen ❥ Fourteen
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Direction – Thirty-Eight | Hunt x HWU MC (Danielle)
Summary: Danielle and Hunt finally speak again?
Words: 1000+
Notes: I know it's short again, but I literally wrote this on the flight home. Hopefully, I'll still find the time to continue this story now that I'm no longer on vacation. I've really missed these two...
Thomas didn’t even bother bringing his luggage home before he went straight to Danielle’s apartment. He rang the doorbell multiple times, and he was just about ready to give up and head home, when he finally heard the buzzer, and the door opened. If he hadn’t had his suitcase with him, he might’ve taken the stairs, because the elevator was slow and the entire ride was pure torture. He couldn’t wait to see her again and make things right. Although he didn’t feel all that much better once the elevator doors opened and he saw Danielle standing in her apartment’s door frame.
At first, relief washed over him – she was here, she was safe, she was all right – but the expression on her face made him shiver. She didn’t look happy to see him, not angry, not anything. Just... cold. Nevertheless, Thomas was glad to see her. And so he stepped out of the elevator and walked towards her.
“Danielle,” he sighed. “We were so worried something happened to you.”
She didn’t say a word but walked into her apartment, waiting for Thomas to follow. He did, and, just like they had a few weeks ago, they found themselves back in Danielle’s living room, sitting in silence. It was she who eventually broke it. “What do you want, Hunt?”
The use of his last name stung, especially spoken in this icy tone. “To see you. To talk to you. I don’t know what Viktor said to you, but–“
“Viktor? When would I have – never mind.” She looked confused, then shook her head. “You can just drop the act. I know how you really feel about me.”
It was Thomas’ turn to be confused now. She hadn’t spoken to Viktor? Then what on Earth could have made her leave? Had he said something wrong on their walk? Had he gone too far? Were things moving too fast for her? Had she realised how deep his feelings ran, and that hers were just a schoolgirl crush that she needed to get out of her system? “I’m sorry, I don’t understand–“
“Your reputation is important to you, I know that,” she interrupted him yet again. Her voice was no longer quite so cold, but what heated it up wasn’t born from a place of love but rather a burning anger. “I’ve always known that, and still I believed you when you told me we were in this together.”
His reputation? What did his reputation have to do with anything? Of course, he wanted to save it if there was a chance to do so, for both their sakes, but he’d already accepted that it might be shot to hell, either way. If more of those pictures were released before they could turn the narrative to their advantage, then so be it. It didn’t matter that they looked worse than they were; each and every one of them represented moments in which he hadn’t followed proper protocol for professor-student interactions. This was his fault as well as hers – in fact, it was more so his than it was hers. “We are. I promise you, Danielle, we are going to fix this.”
“Stop!” she exclaimed, making him flinch. “Just stop lying for one goddamn second.” She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, and then continued in a quieter voice, “I know you don’t care about me like that. I know that you’ll always pick your career over anyone, and that’s fine. Truly. Just be honest with me.”
“I am. I–“
She shook her head. “Tell me: was any of it real? I know that kiss meant nothing to you, but–“
That was the moment everything clicked into place – his own words, thrown back into his face. It hadn’t been Montmartre who’d made her doubt, it had been he himself. She had made it to his room and – damn her curiosity – overheard him speak this lie. Without hearing her out any further, Thomas sprang up from the couch and moved towards her.
He didn’t care that she hadn’t invited him this time, didn’t care that he may be overstepping right now – if she pushes him away again, he would leave, but he had to show her how he felt. And so he placed one hand on her cheek, the other in her hair, and pulled her into a kiss.
Danielle was taken aback by Thomas’ lips on hers, and despite her determination to not let him get to her, she eventually kissed him back. It was like a fire was lit within her, and she needed to feel his lips on hers. She pulled him closer, feeling that she needed more. If this was to be the last time they were together, she wanted to make it count.
“Thomas,” she breathed against him, “I need–“
He pulled back abruptly then, shaking his head. “I need to tell you. I need you to know. I–“ He fell to his knees before her, holding her hands, and looked up at her with an expression on his face she couldn’t name. “What you heard wasn’t true, Danielle. Whatever happens, to me, to my reputation, to my position at the university – whatever suffering I must endure – it pales in comparison to losing you.”
Danielle swallowed hard. She wanted to believe him, truly, but how could she? Even now, as he knelt before her, as he looked so vulnerable, she couldn’t find it in herself to believe him. She couldn’t bring herself to ignore their history anymore. He was an actor who knew exactly how to manipulate his audience’s feelings, as he’d done one too many times to her. “I don’t know that I can believe that,” she whispered. “I heard you say it. Not Viktor, not Ethan, not anyone else. It was your words, Thomas.”
“But so are these,” he pleaded. She’d never seen him like this before. Was he that good of an actor? Could anyone fake this look of desperation, the heartbeat she could feel through the connection between their hands? “If you want me to leave, I will. You will not hear from me again, and I will not ask your help in dealing with Montmartre. Hell, I will release those images myself if that is what you wish. But I need you to know that every cell inside my body is screaming at me to stay and never let you go. I don’t want to let you go.”
Direction – Thirty-Seven | Hunt x HWU MC (Danielle)
Summary: Danielle and Hunt still haven't had a chance to speak, I fear.
Words: 900+
Notes: Relatively short once again because I'm still on vacation and have to write on my phone. I used to so this a lot years ago but, damn, I'm so used to computers these days hahaha. Sorry for any spelling mistakes etc. that may be in this. I tried my best to proof-read.
❥ Previous Chapter: Thirty-Six
Her sleep was interrupted about five times by the ringing of her phone before Danielle finally turned it off. She didn’t look at the screen to check, but she could guess who might’ve called her – Hunt, no doubt, with another lie on his lips. Those stupidly soft lips that had felt so wonderful on hers, had told such beautiful lies... How could such cruel words have passed them? How could Thomas – Hunt – have spoken them, after everything?
That kiss means nothing if it destroys my career and reputation.
That kiss means nothing. Means nothing. Nothing.
The words kept replaying in her head, but she couldn’t find an answer to her questions. She just came back to the same conclusion over and over again – she was an idiot. She was such an idiot to believe that Thomas fucking Hunt would ever want anything to do with her after being the reason he was blackmailed into working with Montmartre. Maybe it was all an act. It probably didn’t matter whether or not any of this would’ve come out; he would have dropped her after filming wrapped. How could she have been so stupid?
It was a simple answer – the heart wants what it wants and, unfortunately, her heart wanted a man who was so good of an actor that she forgot years of their history and believed him when he’d told her he’d wanted to be with her. Stupid.
These thoughts kept her awake a long time, and when she finally fell back asleep, Danielle dreamed of Hunt and what could have been if only the man had had a heart.
It was several hours before they could charter a flight back to LA due to a storm that no pilot had wanted to fly through. Thomas still didn’t know what exactly had happened to Danielle, and no one had been able to reach her. Chris had called Ethan, informed him that both she and the plane had disappeared, and instructed him to be on the lookout for her. With the plane gone, it was looking more and more likely that she wasn’t in immediate danger – if Viktor had taken her, he would’ve surely flown back with her in his own jet. He had likely just succeeded in his manipulation and driven her away once again.
Only days ago, Thomas wouldn’t have thought it possible, but the realisation that she must’ve left him behind without speaking to him had caused a deep ache in his chest. The heart no one would have suspected he had was on the verge of breaking, but he had to believe that she would hear him out once he got back home.
But home was still hours away. Four hours, to be exact, when Chris received an email from Ethan. He didn’t read it aloud and, when Thomas asked what it said, he wouldn’t say. Instead, he looked at him with disgust, and said, “I can’t believe we were on your side.”
“My side? There are no sides other than ours and Montmartre’s,” Thomas replied, but Winters only shook his head and turned to Zoe. He showed her the phone, and she furrowed her brow in confusion before whispering something to Chris.
Thomas, sitting on the other side of the plane, couldn’t hear what they were whispering about, but he understood it must’ve been about him. He tried to speak to them, but he was well aware that they were Danielle’s friends rather than his, so they weren’t likely to listen. Indeed, they ignored him for the remainder of the flight.
Thomas therefore eventually decided to go against the pilot’s instructions and picked up his phone to call Danielle directly. It was no surprise to him that she didn’t answer, but it was a disappointment. He knew he needed to get to her, to explain, to make sure she understood. Surely, she wouldn’t believe Montmartre’s words over his. Surely, she would see that she’d held the key to his heart for a long time, even if he hadn’t known it yet. Surely, she wouldn’t just throw it away before he got the chance to tell her how much she meant to him.
It was just after six in the morning when Danielle was woken up by the ringing of her doorbell. She checked her phone to see even more missed calls from Hunt, and she knew without a doubt that he was the one who had woken her. Briefly, she considered turning off the sound of the doorbell and ignoring him. She was in no way ready to face him, and she didn’t have anything to say. In fact, right now, she wanted nothing more to do with him. Why would she give him the time of day?
If he cared so much about his reputation, he would have to find a way to deal with Montmartre himself, because Danielle wouldn’t lift a finger to help him. Not anymore. She had half a mind to release the remaining pictures herself, but she wasn’t quite so vindictive. She didn’t need to ruin his life. Hunt did a good enough job doing that to himself – or maybe letting Viktor do it to him.
The more she thought about it, the more she figured it was just as well if she just let him in now. She would tell him in no uncertain terms that she never wanted to see or hear from the bastard again. So she buzzed him in and waited for him to make his way up to her apartment. When he finally stepped out of the elevator, she noticed that he looked distraught. She almost felt bad for him, the look on his face tugging on her heartstrings, but she remained firm in her determination – she was not going to let him manipulate her again.
Summary: The aftermath of Danielle overhearing Viktor and Hunt.
Words: 700+
Notes: Yes, I know this took far too long. And I apologise for how short it is/any mistakes you may find. I am currently on vacation and have only my phone with me, but the itch to write comes when it comes. So, here you go. Another chapter. Hope you enjoy <3
❥ Previous Chapter: Thirty-Five
❥ Masterlist
It took Thomas a moment to recover from the conversation with Montmartre before he finally made his way downstairs. He had expected Danielle to come to his room at some point, but she never did. That alone made him feel like something was deeply wrong. Perhaps Montmartre had gone and spoken to her, too. Would she have believed his manipulation? Thomas wished he could say for certain that she wouldn’t have, but how could he possibly expect her to have the same trust in him that he had in her? The last time they’d made peace after Centaurus Lost, he’d gone and broken his promise – and that was only one of many instances that would’ve made it hard to trust him. Not to mention the fact that he’d very recently almost sent her to prison... but he had to believe she wouldn’t let herself be manipulated. If she turned her back on him again, he wasn’t sure he could handle it.
In any case, he knew the car had already arrived, and everyone else was probably waiting for him, so he eventually went downstairs, only to see that there was no car – and no Danielle. Only Chris and Zoe were standing there with their suitcases, looking equally confused when he came alone.
“Where’s Danielle?” Chris asked. “Did something happen?”
Thomas’ stomach turned upside down at that. “I thought she was with you “
“Me? She went to speak with you, and I haven’t seen her since.”
Oh no. Montmartre must have caught her right after he’d left Thomas’ room. Had he just taken her with him? Was she in danger?
He must have looked quite panicked because Zoe asked, “What’s wrong? Did anything happen?”
“Montmartre happened,” he said, and it seemed explanation enough, because they didn’t ask any further questions while he dialled Danielle’s number. She didn’t answer. Shit.
When Danielle landed in LA many hours later, she found several missed calls from Hunt, Chris, Zoe, and even Ethan. It was no surprise, therefore, that her agent was once again waiting by her apartment door when she got home.
“What the hell is going on, Dani?” he asked just as soon as she stepped out of the elevator.
Danielle sighed exasperatedly. “I’ve had a long day, Ethan, can we please do this tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow?” he asked as she started unlocking the door. “Tomorrow, the others are going to be here, and they’re not gonna be very pleased that they had to charter another flight after you just left without telling anyone!”
She sighed again, then pushed the door open and motioned for Ethan to go inside. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”
Once they were both sat on Danielle’s couch, he asked again, “So what exactly happened? When I spoke to Hunt’s team, I thought there was a plan in place.”
“We were working on one, yes, but that was before...” She trailed off. Ethan would just tell her that he’d warned her about Hunt if she told him the truth.
“Before you just left? I figured. But why did you leave? What happened?”
Danielle closed her eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and then said, “Hunt played me. Just like you said he would. I thought he truly had feelings for me, but it seems they’re not enough if the price he has to pay is his reputation.”
Ethan watched her silently, seemingly waiting for her to elaborate. She didn’t. Eventually, he asked, “Did he say that, or are you assuming that?”
“He said it. I didn’t stay long enough to find out who he said it to, but he said it.” She wished this was only her misinterpreting his words, but his words had been more than clear. They were burned into her mind. “If you need an exact quote, I believe it was ‘That kiss means nothing if it destroys my career and reputation.’”
“Ouch,” Ethan said, but at least he didn’t gloat. “And I take it that you want the kiss to mean something?”
The tears started flowing again, as much as Danielle tried to hold them back. “So much it hurts,” she whispered, though she wasn’t sure he could even understand her between sob, but he pulled her into his arms and hugged her.
They sat like this for a while, and Ethan didn’t ask what she wanted to do, and he didn’t tell her it was all her fault, and he held her until her sobs subsided and she almost fell asleep. When Ethan eventually left, after asking multiple times if there was anything he could do for her, she didn’t even bother moving to her bed. Right now, all she wanted to do was sleep, and moving even an inch seemed too exhausting.
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Direction – Thirty-Five | Hunt x HWU MC (Danielle)
Summary: Hunt and Montmartre talk. The inevitable happens.
Words: 1200+
Notes: Sorry this is kind of short, but I really had to post this before I start hating it again... also, I just know you guys are going to hate the ever-loving shit out of me lol
❥ Previous Chapter: Thirty-Four
❥ Moodyvalentine’s Masterlist
Thomas was not afraid of Montmartre per sé, but he would have rather been anywhere else than locked in this room with the man right now. “I’ve got nothing to say to you.”
“Don’t you now?” Montmartre said, glancing at the suitcase Thomas had almost finished packing. He hadn’t brought a lot to begin with, and he’d only unpacked the things that needed to be protected from wrinkles. “Then why does it look like you’re leaving? You’ve still got scenes to shoot before you return to America.”
Thomas crossed his arms in front of his chest. “You know very well why I am leaving. Your deal is essentially void, and there is nothing keeping me here anymore.”
“Not even your little pet?” Montmartre asked, the smile on his lips vicious. “She can’t just walk off like that. She can try, but there’s a hefty sum to pay if she breaks her contract.”
Thomas huffed. For one, he hated that Viktor called her that, but what he hated even more was that he was trying to use it against him. Still, he also knew that Danielle wouldn’t be paying Montmartre a dime. She had a way out and, either way, Thomas truly didn’t think this film would ever be made. Not by Montmartre, in any case. It was rather unlikely he would find another director after this mess – after the world heard that Thomas Hunt had walked off the project, even if his name likely carried less weight after this scandal– unless he could get Phelps back. But Phelps, too, had an ego, and Thomas doubted that he would return after being fired, no matter how indebted he may have been to Viktor. Technically, Thomas held all the cards here, he realised.
However, he was not going to let Montmartre know that he knew this just yet. Instead, he opted for the exact response people probably expected from him. “Oh, please. She got herself into this, and I couldn’t care less about how this ends for her. That kiss means nothing if it destroys my career and reputation.”
“So, what, you’re just leaving her here?” Viktor asked, an eyebrow raised. “Or is she in the other room, packing her things just like you, knowing exactly how much what you’re trying to tell me isn’t true?”
Thomas huffed. “Listen, you and I both know that you can’t make me stay here. So just say what you want to say and get out.” He turned away from Viktor and resumed packing his suitcase. “Or don’t. Frankly, I do not care. I will leave with or without listening to your villain’s monologue.”
“Don’t you want to know something, too? There must be a question burning at the tip of your tongue,” Viktor said, sounding very much like the villain Thomas had accused him of being. Unfortunately, he was also right, but by the sound of it, Thomas figured, he would answer the question whether he asked it or not. “Why, oh why, would I release anything I had on you two before you complete your end of the bargain? Why wouldn’t I wait just a little longer? I wonder…”
Thomas let out an exasperated sigh. “Are we almost done here? I don’t want to miss my flight.”
“Really, releasing that video didn’t do me any favours, either. I’m down a director and in quite the pickle. I wonder who had the most to gain from this…” Viktor mused.
He was right again. It didn’t make sense for him to release any of this, but who could he possibly be talking about? No one could want this. No one he knew, anyway. Just then, a terrifying thought entered his mind. What if Danielle had listened to the advice of her team? What if she’d simply got closer to him only to get solid proof instead of the somewhat vague images she had?
But Thomas refused to entertain the thought any further. Danielle was many things, but an evil mastermind? A few weeks, or even days, ago, he could have believed it. But not anymore. She was a good actress, but even she couldn’t have fooled him like that.
“Did you get it yet or do I need to spell it out for you?” Viktor asked.
Thomas closed his suitcase and turned back to him. “It doesn’t matter who did this. Our agreement is done, and I am leaving. Now, if you would please get out of my way.”
Danielle was surprised to find Thomas’ door locked. She thought maybe he’d wanted some time to himself, and she was just about to leave when she heard him speak. “Oh, please.”
So he wasn’t alone. Or he was making a phone call that he didn’t want anyone to interrupt. Either way, Danielle was curious, and so she put her ear to the door. She wished she hadn’t.
“I couldn’t care less about how this ends for her. That kiss means nothing if it destroys my career and reputation.”
Danielle flinched and pulled back from the door. It was as if something had stung her. No, that wasn’t quite right. This didn’t feel like an insect’s small stinger piercing her skin. This felt like a dagger right through her heart. Why would he say this?
Her first instinct was not to believe it. He was lying, he had to be. He couldn’t have possibly been so sweet and caring and affectionate before, just to turn around and say something like this. But the truth of the matter was, Danielle could believe he meant it. Of course, Thomas Hunt couldn’t ever love someone who had destroyed his career. That was, after all, his first love.
And so she did what she did best – she ran. She was glad to have taken her suitcase with her when she went to see Hunt because that meant she could get the hell out of there right now. She ran out of the cabin and to the car parked out front. She didn’t bother putting her things in the trunk and rather pulled her suitcase on the seat next to hers, then told the driver to take her to the airport.
“Just you? Wasn’t I supposed to wait for the others?”
“Change of plans,” she said, trying her best to keep the tears from falling. “It’s just me right now.”
The driver nodded, and they were off. It wasn’t until she was on the plane all by herself that she finally let go. The tears kept coming, then, as she wondered if she should have stayed and waited for an explanation. She never found out if someone else had been in there with Hunt or if he’d said it to someone on the phone, but she realised it didn’t matter.
Hunt had told her he didn’t want to deny it all anymore, so why would he? With everyone having seen their kiss now, there was no use doing so, anyhow. Unless, of course, that was how he really felt. Still, Danielle wanted to believe these words had been a lie, anyway.
He’d sounded so genuine when the two of them had spoken earlier... but he had fooled her. She had fallen head over heels for this goddamn man, making her blind to his deceptions. Fucking Hunt.
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