My Angel ~ a dan howell x reader fanfic

thief

I walked along the smooth cobbled road, one that reminded me of a fake road like you would see in Disneyland. The design was one similar to the narrow streets of Italy, smooth black stones capsulized with cement. There was a dim lighting from old street lamps. This was a place I liked to visit often for the beautiful scenery. The village branched out from this main one, each province a different style. In front of me was the many steps to the large Capital where Ambriel lived and worked.

He would never shut up about it, he practically breathes with the Capital and all its inhabitants. It was the bright and shining center to it all, each little street winding up to it like an elaborate labyrinth. I hopped up the many marbled stairs, those similar to the White House, to the main white and gold donned cherrywood doors.

It was one of those places you only hear or read about in stories or see in a beautiful painting. It was honestly constantly glowing.

There was desks all about, with people keeping track of records of the living and the dead. Ambriel oversaw all the work, like the living department, the dead department, and the dying department. It was an odd thing to have some angels work and some not. Some were guardian angels, but their job wasn't difficult, just overseeing those that are living, but if you worked here, you barely had a break.

That's why it's so surprising Ambriel comes and visits so often. He's always so preoccupied with his duties as head angel, but he finds time for me. It makes me wonder if he's bored or he actually wants to see me.

My heels clicked on the floor, which was nice to hear after floating all this time. It must be nice to live here.

Nice to feel like you're alive, but better.

You're in second life after all.

But what is life without tragedy.

"I'm telling you, it's a shame." One woman said. She was dressed in all white, of course, talking to a man wearing a golden yellow.

"Yes, and I heard he's living with a bounded now." he replied. Dan? Phil? I ducked behind a column, listening to their conversation.

"Oh, how interesting. I heard it's going to be this weekend, when he leaves the house."

"What a sad way to get hurt, at a party. What's his name?" the man asked.

"Daniel something, with an 'H' I think." she said.

"Yeah, I can't believe a fan would do that!" he replied, shifting his coat jacket. "I mean stabbing your idol is a bit much." I felt my hands clam up. The continued walking on. He was going to get hurt badly at the YouTube party. How could a crazed fan get in there and with a knife or something as well?!

I-I can't let that happen.

Okay, so I can't write him a letter, or he'll think it was Phil. I can't just materialize for a while or he'll think he's hallucinating. I need to talk to him.

Ambriel.

I casually strolled out from my hiding spot, walking over to the familiar door. I knocked and it swung open to reveal a smiling Ambriel.

"Hey, lovely how are you?" he asked, ushering me inside.

"Lovely?" I questioned, eyeing the many, many magical items in his office as I sat down on his desk.

"Uh, yeah, sorry my mistake." he said, his face flushing.

"That's cool. Anything interesting today? With the alive peeps?" I asked, focusing on a particular bottle filled with a pastel pink glitter on his lowest shelf.

"Umm, not particularly Ariel." he said, seating himself in his chair and propping his legs up on the big mahogany desk. Ariel was his nickname for me, considering I was so curious about what was happening on the other side of things like she was about humans. I suppose it's accurate, but embarrassing at the same time.

"Nothing?" I pressed, looking for an excuse to distract him.

"Well, there was an old lady who fell off a bridge and I thought she was going to die, but she ended up just floating along for a while." he said. I laughed.

"Wow, see that's what I want you to tell me." I said. He chuckled.

"So...anything else to report?" I asked, shifting to place my back to the bottle.

"Uh, I don't think so." he said, as I slipped the cool glass in between my fingers.

"You know, I'm feeling a little faint, I'm just going to head out." I said, turning and shifting the bottle out of view.

"Oh, okay, just...don't exert yourself." he said. I nodded and left quickly, gripping the bottle tightly in my hand. I headed back, passing through the provinces with a guilt weighing me down. I know I shouldn't be doing this, but I have to. "Oh and (y/n)?" he called. I whipped around holding the bottle behind my back. He peeked his head out the door at me, holding it open with his left hand.

"Yeah?" I asked, my voice breaking from the nerves.

"Goodnight." he called. I gave him a single finger gun and he furrowed his eyebrows. I dashed away, clearly suspicious about something.

I eventually stood over Dans sleeping form, holding the flask in my hand. My hand hovered over him, and I watched his face, peacefully dreaming. I sprinkled the pink dust over him and he shifted in his sleep.

I shouldn't be doing this.

It's forbidden.

But there's no turning back now I suppose.

I'm a thief.

:D~Steven