#danbea

[callmekamel]

for some reason I have this on my Instagram (3 months!!!) but not on Tumblr? And like, why? how?

I forgot which fic is this one from so uhhh please dm me and I'll send you 1000 kisses because I love me some Beavers

[txciaz]

I've been thinking of DanBea for days now ... and it's @jon-withnoh 's fault honestly. anyway, uncensored version on Bluesky yall ( give me a follow there! i need more mutuals</3 )

[seaswept-purple]

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 :)

Before Bee could finish her sentence, before I had good and well processed her words, she had been cut off by Mrs Danvers’ hand, clamped over her mouth. It had happened so swiftly she had to stabilize herself, putting her hands on Mrs Danvers’ waist.

I was speechless, too. Never would I have expected Mrs Danvers to act in such a way, so human-like. Like any school-girl would, had a friend been on the verge of spilling her deepest secret. Like if a classmate were to tell the boy you fancied about your affection for him.

I was so utterly confused, but Beatrice sounded relieved. I saw her move her hands to Mrs Danvers’ cheeks. “There you are.”

Mrs Danvers let her head fall back against the library door, turned it to the side. It was not a smile, per se, but I could see her frown disappear, could see the corners of her mouth turn up slightly. “Please just get this over with, Bea,” she said, looking her in the eye.

This whole encounter was so strange. I did realize in that moment, for the first time in all these months, that they must have known each other for many, many years, long before I ever arrived at Manderley, and that they must have an extensive history of shared memories. Of Rebecca, of Maxim, of the staff and the grounds and the dogs and the rooms and the parties and th—

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[jon-withnoh]

Another one for Danbea: 💘

“Danvers,” she called. “Danvers, wait!”

Finally, Rebecca’s maid turned, eyes widening with surprise when she realised who had followed her into the narrow servants’ passage. Danvers bowed her head. 

“Mrs Lacy. How can I help?”

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. 

“I… I wanted to speak with you for a moment. If you don’t mind.” 

“Not at all.” 

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 evening’s festivities, a few strands of hair had come loose and were now tucked behind Danvers’ ear. Beatrice had never seen anything more lovely. 

“I wanted to thank you for your help the other night,” Beatrice said. There was a slight tremor in her voice. “If I could, I would try and steal you away, but Rebecca would never forgive me.”

“Mrs Lacy…” 

“It’s alright.” Beatrice gave her a slight smile. “I won’t come between the two of you. Only…”

She glanced up and down the shadowy corridor. They were alone. Beatrice raised her hand to Danvers’ face, cupping it gently around her jaw. Even in the low light, she could see Danvers’ face flush. She leaned in slowly, carefully, bracing herself for the moment Danvers would push her away. The moment did not come. 

Beatrice kissed her, gasping when Danvers’ 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 — if anyone saw… With a strangled sound of longing, Beatrice pulled back.

“I needed to do that,” she whispered. “Just this once.”

Prompt: mutual pining/dared to kiss

[i-like-your-dolls]

Imagine Beatrice and Ich just having a sleepover and somehow managing to get Clarice to join in and having a girl's night like none of them are traumatized.

(bonus: by some kind of miracle Mrs Danvers joins as well and the girly group is complete) (Ich would have to BEG for it, and would only work in an au were they get along)

[gayvillainera]

💖 or ❤️ for danbea ?

I went with rough kiss for this one. Thank you, anon!!! This was so fun and god, I need to write a full danbea fic.

“It’s Christmas.” She holds the bottle out, adjusting the silly paper crown with her other hand. “And I know Rebecca will have taken care of it, but, well— For your hospitality all this year. I want you to have it.”

Mrs. Danvers considers the bottle, the hopeful glint in Beatrice’s eyes. “That’s far too rich a spirit for the servants’ pantry and you know it.”

“It’s not for the servants. It’s for you.”

“Still a bit much for a woman of my station, don’t you think?” Mrs. Danvers is smirking now, inviting her to come closer, and Beatrice does.

“Dealing with someone as headstrong as Rebecca all day, I thought you’d be able to handle it. But if you’re concerned, I’m happy to share a glass with you. Show you it’s quite all right.”

It’s a dance they’ve moved through nearly half a dozen times now, but the choreography is no less enjoyable for it.

Mrs. Danvers sucks her teeth. “Well, if you’re going to be so insistent about it.”

Beatrice settles happily on the arm of Mrs. Danvers’ chair, insufferably pleased.

Half a glass later, she’s sliding into the seat proper, tucking her legs up over Mrs. Danvers’ lap. She nuzzles her nose into Mrs. Danvers’ cheek, who has lost all pretense of severity and only allows herself a rare, carefree smile, humming at the sensation.

“Kiss me, Danny.”

It’s as simple as turning her head and parting her lips – but then Bea nips at her lower lip with her teeth, and Danny moans as she tugs, and it’s all the encouragement Bea needs. She shifts so that she’s straddling Danny’s lap, and her tongue tastes of oak and cherries when it darts into Danny’s mouth. Danny’s hands lace into Bea’s hair, gently at first, but then she’s surging up to meet her body, clawing at her to draw her nearer, and Bea’s laughter is punctuated with those little gasps Danny loves.

Bea pulls back first, reluctantly. “I shouldn’t be away too long,” she murmurs, peppering Danny’s jaw with kisses. “But – tonight – after all of the festivities are done – meet me in the blue bedroom, in the east wing.”

Danny can only nod, breathless. She wouldn’t miss the appointment for all the world.

[jon-withnoh]

“I never would have thought—” Beatrice pushed her way through the ornate curtains, into those spacious rooms in the West Wing. Mrs Danvers was standing by the open window. “For weeks I don’t see you, no word, no messages and now — that poor girl. Danny, how could you?” Beatrice strode towards her, angry enough to shake her. Then she saw that Mrs Danvers’ 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. “Oh, come here.”

— Prompt 22: reunion hug

[jon-withnoh]

"What a coincidence, Mrs Lacy, that you should be walking up to the house just as I am returning from the village." "I say, Mrs Danvers." "One might go so far as to suspect you had timed your arrival in order to meet me here." "One might." Beatrice gave her a coy smile. "Though it would be more prudent to cite coincidence, if asked." "Certainly." Glancing over her shoulder, she moved to walk slightly closer to Beatrice. Hidden from sight by the wicker basket in her arms, their hands found each other. Not far ahead, Manderley rose to greet them.

Prompt 18: Walking Home