Dianseven Stories

Who was the coward who didn't tell the angst dealer that they can have a whole MONTH for angst? Do you fear my power? You should.

Flowers and ink, the match made in complete unexpectedness and nervous flirting. (Side note, I have no clue how tattoos work.)

A short fic of pure fluff and (sometimes) slightly ridiculous disguises. (I'll try to include a photo of each one!)

One Handler, two agents. A complicated but do-able arrangement. (title is from Hozier's "Take Me To Church")