#Danny borrowed the plants from Ivy

[clockwayswrites]

Danny/Tim, Blue, Tooty Fruity

@ailithnight Prompt fill #4. Feel free to continue this if you want! I was going to add more, but no, not, this is best right here.

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Tim stops on the threshold to his apartment. His fingers tighten on the doorknob. Slowly, he leans back enough on his heels to to glance at the unit number by the door. Alright, yes, right apartment. He glances back into apartment. Back to the unit number.

Still the right number.

Tim is at his apartment, by all accounts. He shouldn’t have this much doubt. It’s just that… well, the apartment looks like a high school theater set for Gilligan island threw up in it. There are broad leaf plants framing the door and effectively hiding the sleek, modern kitchen to the left. Tan, sand colored drop cloths cover the floor along with a scattering of plastic sea shells. A large hammock hangs in the center of the room and there are colorful beanbags to the side. (Tim wasn’t sure where his real furniture was). The back wall is covered by a questionably painted landscape. The focal point is the volcano that leads up to the TV, mounted over the mantel, that’s playing a video of rising smoke over a tropical sunset. There are ocean noises.

He’s pretty sure he sees the edge of a plastic kiddy pool behind a bird of paradise.

His boyfriend appearing from behind the plants in nothing but by very small, very green speedo and a fabric flower lei doesn’t help Tim’s understanding in the least.

Danny’s face lights up with a smile though. “Tim! Aloha! Welcome to your topical vacation!”

What?

“What?”

[stealingyourbones]

Submitted Prompts #158

Sorry if this isn’t the right place, I have only recently discovered this tumblr and am slowly working my way backwards through your dpxdc tag.  I think it might be an injoke here so uh, behold poor Yorick, totally not the human skull of Tchaikowsky fullfilling his actor dreams postmortem.

One of the posts in the tag was a dpxdc trope writing challenge. So I’m not sure if you’re interested in seeing blurb turned fic summary but here:

Nightwing learns of a travelling circus, Circus Gothica, that claims to have ‘The Real Flying Graysons performing from the beyond the grave’. Alternatively furious and hopeful he discretely goes to investigate, and finds himself overshadowed by one of Ringmaster Freakshows ghostly workers, stuck performing as an acrobat for the circus. As Nightwing struggles with his posession and reunion with seemingly the supposed ghosts of his parents, he finds an unlikely ally in Killer Croc/Waylon Jones, who had been kidnapped on his travels back to Gotham after having tried and failed to settle down in Swamp Things swamp.

Unfortunately the pairs cooperation ends shortly after freeing themselves and the completely unneccessary fight allows Freakshow and his assosciates to escape. Nightwing is determined to solve the case himself (and get justice for his dead parents and himself) causing tension between him and Batman who noted his disappearance.

Batman independently investigates,leading him to the Guys in White. Identifying them as an anti-meta group, he brings it to the attention of the Justice League in hopes of organising a legal solution - Superman takes it personally when one of the primary funders is revealed to be Lex Luthor.

Meanwhile Nightwing has tracked Freakshow to a bolthole/lair, where he comes across Val, a woman in a red jumpsuit, who had been following the trail of a different individual - a villain she calls Vlad Plasmius . The pair work together, Val freeing the ghosts in Freakshows control including the Greysons and Nightwing getting a cathartic takedown of both Freakshow and (with borrowed tech) Vlad.

Their partnership and the greater plot behind the villains actions goes over Nightwings head as he recognises 'not his circus, not his monkeys’ and opts to leave it to his new friend.

Meanwhile Clark Kent has discovered an odd exchange of info/money/tech between the GIW, Lex Luthor and a strange inventor who loudly proclaims that he is Technus. The end goal seems to be to create suits that will be secretly under Lex Luthors control capable of rivalling heroes, so as to supplant heroes as beloved protectors of the world, as a step in ridding the world of independent metas like superman and getting him his own private world army.

Also meanwhile Batman has continued to investigate GIW/Freakshow leading him to Amity Park, where he witnesses young adult Sam Manson inadvertently vitalise plants during a local eco protest. When persistent digging leads to learning about the overgrowth incident, Batman reaches out to Harley for her thoughts on how mentorhip might positively/negatively effect her struggling but mostly reformed partner Poison Ivy. Batman uses his Brucie Wayne persona to assist in organising an eco activism initiative (and plant meta power mentorship) with the Mansons, with Sam taking a guiding role.

Supermans battle against Lexs + Technus mediated ghost/meta power suits goes poorly and he calls in for rescue. Recognising the issues from his research in Amity, Batman 'borrows’ tech from the Fentonworks before going to the rescue.

With the day saved Batman returns to update his records on ghosts and store his new tech, finally leading to Nightwing explaining a bit of his experiences to add to the records.

The story ends on the cliffhanger of Danny getting screwed over by Batman’s improved antighost protections when he went to try track down and collect the stolen weapons.

I had fun with this : )

[unluckyhoneybee]

The Handsome Artist. 13. (Daniel Ricciardo)

Lavander Girl. Two days in Colorado that change so many things between Abi and Danny.

MASTERLIST. Moodboards and Playlist.

Previous part: Let's go, Colorado.

Note: (Show1) Abi's Outfit. Danny's outfit. (Show2) Abi. Danny. The pics that appear at the end can all be found on the Moodboard.

Danny POV

We were sitting on the porch. Abi had gotten the shower for her the last. She had been fixing some plants after lunch. It had been so fun how she reacted, she took Corey's arm and gave him a full speech about how those plants should be taken care of. Then, with dirty hands and messy hair, she had been working on them. Chloe had been so curious and ran to help her. Abigail seemed to like her a lot, she was comfortable and relaxed around her.

Now we were waiting for her when suddenly we heard her calling for Chloe.

"Yes!"

"Can you come!?"

"Of course!"

Chloe left and I left a sigh.

"Mate. Is it official?" Corey asked.

"Nop. For now we are friends."

"Very good friends. She adores you" Michael said.

I blushed.

"Are you going to ask her or..."

"I'm waiting"

"Waiting" Scotty repeated. "Since when do you wait?"

"Since the girl I like needs me to wait." I said. It was as simple as that.

"She wants you. She has those lovey eyes whenever she looks at you." Blake said.

I looked down at my beer.

"She needed help with her outfit" Chloe appeared. "She is almost ready"

I nodded.

Soon we heard Abi' steps and when she crossed the door I gasped. Michael elbowed me and I closed my mouth.

"I'm sorry it took too long. We can leave now"

The white top she had finished on the car fitted perfectly. The shirt she was wearing over it was loose around her body. The ivy peeked on her chest and was accompanied by some necklaces. There was some makeup on his eyes, a little black, and dark lipstick on her mouth. Her hair fell on her shoulders. She was the prettiest.

"Yeah, let's go" Corey said. "Two cars. Who is coming with me"

"We are" Michael and Blake walked closer. "The love birds can go together"

I saw how Abi blushed and looked away, but then she walked closer to me and my first instinct was to grab her hand. She smiled at me and reach for my shirt.

"I like it"

"You can borrow it any time," I said smiling. She blushed. Oh fuck, she is so cute.

"You can borrow mine too" She winked at me.

"Hey! Let's go!" Scotty exclaimed.

We climbed on his car, Chloe and him on the front. I couldn't stop looking at Abi, smiling and having so much fun with Scotty's antics, chatting with Chloe and singing along to some songs.

"I'm nervous" She said as we walked to our places in the amphitheater. "This place is iconic"

"Well, you are gonna love it."

"The last time I was in a concert was in this small place in San Diego. I dragged Molly to a Son's of the East concert."

"Who?"

She gasped.

"They are aussies like you!"

"Sorry!"

"Oh Daniel." She covered her eyes and sighed in a way too exaggerated way.

I laughed at her reaction.

"Hey, I promise I'm listening to them"

"You better do"

I hugged her shoulders and she hugged my waist. Then we turned and she gasped. The Red Rocks Amphitheater was in front of us.

"Shit. It's perfect."

I looked down at her.

"It really is. The first time I came here was to see Mumford and Sons. And it was a while ago. Years"

"Mumford..."

"Mhm"

"You have to bring me here again"

Abi's POV.

Daniel smiled and nodded.

"I will, you know you are invited now. Every year"

"You do this every year?"

"Maybe a couple of times a year. Sometimes they come to L.A. . Other times it's in the mountains..."

I bit my lip. I loved it. I loved that way of living. I loved Molly and I had never needed more friends. But the idea of having a big group to go on adventures with...

"You know what? You can bring Molly next time"

I giggled a bit. It was as if he could read my mind.

"Okay"

At the beginning of the show, I was with Chloe, and the guys were behind us having their own fun. I liked her, she was nice and welcomed me from minute one, so I didn't care if Danny was next to me or not. He was happy, singing their songs and enjoying himself with the others.

Suddenly, the band announced a new song and it hit me. Of Love and Life, like the tattoo he had on his shoulder. I barely registered it in the shower, but now it made sense. I turned to him and he smiled at me. I smiled at him and he said something to Blake. Then walked to me. Chloe saw him and she squeezed my hand before leaving.

"Hey, lady. Are you enjoying it?"

"So much"

He left his arm on my shoulders.

"This one is my favourite" He said looking at the stage.

"You have it on your shoulder, right?"

"Right" He smiled.

I hugged his waist and laid my head on his shoulder. I felt how he sighed and hugged me closer. It felt good, perfect.

(...) And the words that he said

Still echoing in my head

Don’t sell your soul for money son

Means nothing when you're dead

We all walk the same 'round here

Our blood is pumpin’ red

Feels struggle feel pain

Keep a level head

Find a beautiful love

Look straight into their eyes

Make sure they know

They’re your morning light

And that you’ll never let go

Till the day that you die (...)

Daniel moved his hand to my cheek and pulled me closer, he kissed my temple and I thought that maybe, those words made him think of me. I closed my eyes and breathed through my nose. The day had been quiet, I had barely done anything but chat with his friends and fix Corey's disaster garden. But Daniel has been there watching me with a smile. And it felt special.

He kissed my forehead again when the song ended and rested his face on mine.

"I'm so glad you are here" I didn't know how many times he had told me that, but still, it made me blush.

Maybe you are that beautiful love he wants to find.

Then Lavender girl started and I smiled.

"Why do you smile like that, sweetheart?"

"This is my favourite one," I told him. It reminded me of him, the lyrics and their meaning, how it talked about the things I was scared to do but had done with him anyway.

He hugged me from behind and aid his chin on my shoulder.

"Well, let me tell you that this song reminds me of you."

I felt the air stuck in my lungs for a moment, then he started singing softly with the band and I closed my eyes, I threaded my fingers with his and laid my head back on his shoulders. Suddenly it was just us.

I'd never spoke

To one like you before

Told you all my secrets

And you wanted more

I'd never looked

Into eyes as clear as yours

And every time I lose it

Nothing matters more

The concert ended with All the Debts I Owe and I felt light and free, Daniel kept my hand on his and made me dance with him and the music. Again, it was just us. This song was special because it was the first one he'd ever shown me. It was one of our first and it was special for me.

We walked together back to the house and sat in the backyard to have a late-night dinner with everyone. I ended up sitting on his lap. Me, on some guy's lap, some guy with whom I was kind of in love. It felt huge but nothing at the same time. It felt right.

.......................

"Hey, early bird?"

I almost throw the coffee machine to the ground.

"Shit..." I looked behind me to find Michael.

He was wearing sport clothes but looked fresh out of the shower. He was smiling.

"You almost scare me to death" I said laughing.

"Sorry. Do you need help with something?"

"Um... I was going to make some toast."

Michael was quick and followed my instructions. Daniel had told me he was s good cook.

"How are you finding this?" He asked.

"Amazing. I loved it last night. I don't do plans like this and yeah, I loved it."

"Probably Daniel already told you, but you can come whenever you can"

"I think he would carry me here if I didn't want to"

Michael chuckled.

"Yes. He is happy with you around"

It made me blush.

"Which means that we all are happy too."

I looked at him.

"He told you" He said right after.

"He told me"

"And what do you think?"

Michael had talked to Daniel about Holly. He was protective. I felt as if he was analyzing me.

"I think I hate that woman."

"Welcome to the club. You are right now in the Holly haters club. We all hate her."

"Well, that's nice. Not nice. I mean. Um..." I got so nervous and looked down at the bread I was cutting.

"I get it. Don't worry." He took a breath. "You understand what happened now, right?"

"I do."

"Abigail, if you want something with him, it's fine, go on. But if you don't... If you want to just be friends... Tell him please."

I looked up at him. I didn't know what to say. Of course I wanted something with him. Fuck. I wouldn't play Daniel. I wanted this so much. I wanted to be with him so bad. I wasn't that kind of person. I had felt the other side and I wouldn't do that to him.

"Who do you think I am, Michael?"

"Abigail... That's not..."

"I won't hurt Daniel. I'm not like that. I-I don't know what to say but if you thought I could..."

He looked at me and breathed deeply.

"Thank you" He said with a sincere look on his eyes. "You make him really happy and this is how we all want to see him after what happened. Thank you, really. And sorry. I didn't mean anything, really. He just suffered with Holly."

I softened. He was just worried.

"It's fine. And I-I don't do it on purpose. It just happens. We are both happy together so..."

Together.

"I'm happy to hear that" He said touching my shoulder.

"What are you happy about?" A sleepy and messy Daniel appeared followed by Scotty.

"She is enjoying"

"So much" I added. I was slightly shaking and I didn't even knew why.

Daniel walked to me and kissed my cheeks. Both of them various times.

"So are you and Mike teaming now?"

"Yep"

"She is putting too much sugar on it but..."

"Life is short, Mike" I told him laughing.

The others laughed too.

Soon we were all having breakfast in the backyard.

"So, the hike it's not long. Maybe half an hour or so. There is a lake in there. Well, a lagoon. It's not big. But it's beautiful."

"Oh mate. I'm exhausted. I completely forgot about the hike" Daniel groaned next to me. I chucked.

"Are you getting old? Mate, when has hungover stopped you"

"Mate I did a 15 hours road trip literally yesterday"

"You could have come in the plane with us" Blake said.

I turned to him.

"Why didn't we used the plane?" I asked curious.

Daniel took a bright shade of pink.

"Um... I thought it would be fun. The road trip. Like just us."

My cheeks heated.

"Oh shit, I'm going to vomit" Blake joked.

"Mate! If you are going to die alone, that's your problem. I'm fixing my fate" Daniel replied.

He thought about us in a long time way. He wanted us to last. He wanted this for real. So under the table, I looked for his hand and threaded his fingers with mine. He looked at me and smiled. I was showing him I wanted this too. I was doing things right, right?

"Leave them alone!"

Chloe slapped her boyfriends head when he tried to say something.

The walk to the lagoon was nice and there were trees everywhere. The place was actually beautiful. Then Daniel touched my chin and kissed my forehead and felt a wave of happiness. I didn't even know why he did it because literally a second later he was fighting with the guys and then splashing water with them.

I left my bag on the floor and laughed. They looked like kids. Daniel was so happy. I was so glad he had people like this around. It was what he deserved.

"Hey, let's go." Chloe grabbed my hand and pulled me to the water. Soon we were ankles deep.

"Shit. It's freezing" I groaned.

"I have goosebumps!"

Scotty, who didn't seem to have a single good idea, ran to us and splashed us with so much water.

"Oh shit!"

"Scotty! Don't make me divorce before we get married"

"I liked you, Scotty! I really did. Not anymore."

The guys were laughing hard.

When I was getting the water out of my eyes, I felt a couple of arms around my body.

"Sorry, Abi" Danny said with a chuckle. He threw me to the water and I almost choke because of my laugh.

"You idiot!"

He swam to me and trapped me in his arms again. I lost my breath for a second and my arms moved on their own. I wrapped them around his neck. He let a strange breath out.

"It took you too long" He whispered.

"I didn't even take me a minute"

"Sorry, live fast."

I chuckled. He had the most beautiful face. The sun gave his skin a golden shade, made his brown eyes lighter and drops of water shine like diamonds on his face. His curls fell on his forehead and I couldn't stop myself from running my fingers through them. Then, I ran my thumb over his right eyebrow and followed the shape of his cheek. He was so perfect. A drop fell on his nose and I followed it with the tip of my finger.

"Have someone ever told you your nose is beautiful?"

"Quiet the opposite" He whispered.

I leaned and pressed a kiss to his nose.

"They were probably stupid. It suits you so well. Plus, it's your mum's nose. You should feel proud of it"

He smiled at me.

"I like your freckles" His arm snaked around my waist. "They are so lovely. And your hair."

I smiled. "Charlotte said you have good genetics"

He laughed.

"Do I?"

"You do" I whispered. My cheeks were so warm in contrast with cold water.

"I'm flattered." He said.

I could have kissed him if I wanted to. We were so close. We were literally breathing the same air. Our bodies were pressed together and I couldn't think of anything else. I wanted to brush my nose with his. I wanted to kiss his face softly and taste his plump lips. I wanted to cup his face and run my fingers down his neck. I'm really falling in love with him. I stopped myself when my finger traveled down on his lips direction. I stopped and my hand fell on his shoulder. Last night... His arms around me, his voice on my ear singing those songs... I wanted all of it but I wasn't ready. I looked down and he tightened his grip on my waist.

"It's okay." He whispered just as if he could read my mind. He kissed my forehead and then hugged me. I closed my eyes and hid on his neck. "It's fine"

"Thank you..." I whispered.

He kissed my shoulder and I shivered. Maybe a kiss wouldn't hurt, right? Only one.

I pulled back a bit and cupped his chin with my fingers. I felt how Danny stopped breathing. But just when I was leaning, Scotty threw himself next to us.

We both broke apart laughing, but I was feeling something on my stomach. I felt sad out of sudden.

"Abigail... I'm sorry" Chloe surprised me with a sympathetic look. I blushed in embarrassment. For a second I had hated Scotty for stealing Daniel.

"No, it's okay"

"Sometimes Scotty can't read the room"

"It's fine, Chloe."

I felt weird the whole day, but I tried my best to fake in front of Daniel. He didn't seem to noticed and soon we were there again, Red Rocks in front of us and The National on the stage.

"Oh shit" I said surprised when they started playing About Today.

I felt a hand on my waist and I looked up.

"Is it your favourite?" Daniel asked with a smile.

I nooded. Just like last night, he hugged me from my back and I felt like crying. Then he kissed my temple and I bit my lip.

"Are you okay?" He whispered on my ear. His cheek was pressed to mine and his body was slowly moving with mine. I grabbed the hand he had around me and nodded. "Sure?"

No, Daniel. This song reminds me of an awful time with my ex and now everything seems perfect with you. And I want nothing more than kiss you and hold you but right now it's so terrifying because I don't feel ready to start and I'm so fucking scared to lose you if I do.

I couldn't answer, so he held me with both arms and tucked his chin on my shoulder. I closed my eyes and focused on him and his warmth. And suddenly he started whispering the lyrics.

I turned my face to him and he looked down at me. Without giving it a second thought I pressed my lips to his. It was a caste kiss and I pulled back soon, but it was enough for my whole body to shake. He didn't said anything, but let me hide on his neck. I closed my eyes and tried to relax. I had kissed him just like a girl kissing her crush at school. But fuck, it felt huge.

Daniel kissed my cheek.

"Don't think of anything, Abi"

Danny PoV.

I felt her hiding more on me. I was on verge of screaming. She had kissed me. Abigail had kissed me. It had just been a peck, but fuck. I could still feel it. After that almost kiss on the lake, after her scared eyes looking at me in panic, after having felt her shaky breath... She had kissed me.

I felt her body shaking and even though I wanted nothing more than to proper kiss her, I decided that it wasn't the best idea. So I just held her. I knew that no matter what, I would always remember this moment. I would always remember the song, the colours, her warmth...

Then she pulled back slightly and groaned. She cleaned her eyes, a bit swollen and glassy with tears. I helped her carefully because I didn't want her to cry, not for me.

"I need a beer, Dan" She said looking up at me.

"We can fix that" I said more relaxed.

She took my hand and together we went to the bar. Abi didn't mention the kiss, she sang softly the next song and moved her head following Turtleneck. It made me worry a bit. Maybe she thinks it was a mistake.

"Hey. Two beers, please" I paid for them and gave one to Abi.

She smiled at me and took it.

"It's fine, right?" She asked. "Like everything"

I nodded and kissed her cheek.

"Of course, let's go so we won't miss the show"

We walked together.

"What's your favourite?"

" Don't swallow the cap"

She smiled.

"Really?"

I nodded.

"Let's go then. If they don't sing it I will go and ask Matt myself"

I chuckled.

"Hey, and you? Are you okay?" I asked her while we were walking.

"I'm happy" She said. It was a bit hard to believe her. But I didn't want to pressure too much. So I just let it go.

She kept me close as we walked. I don't know what was going through Abi's head. She seemed to be fighting inside of it. She was so deep on her thoughts. But she kept shooting glances at me and it was making me nervous as hell.

When we got back with our friends, she didn't let my hand go, she just stayed there in her place, slowly swinging from side to side and dancing to the songs. As if she had a magnet, I found myself hugging her again, which she hadn't denied the whole weekend. Not yesterday, not now, not this morning.

"Danny"

I looked down at her.

"I... Fuck..." She groaned and closed her eyes. I waited for some reaction. "Yeah, fuck it"

I supposed she was talking to herself when a second later she cupped my cheeks.

I didn't have much time to react before her lips fell on mine for the second time. But this time was different. This time she caressed my cheeks and I closed my eyes. The short kiss was only pressure at the beginning, just lips on lips, but then she pull back for a bit and breathed, licked her lips and looked into my eyes. I couldn't move, I didn't want to. I felt that if I moved, I would wake up and she would be gone.

Abigail touched my lip with her thumb and she observed my mouth, just as she had done in the morning on that lake. The difference is that this time she properly touched me, she caressed me softly and opened my lips. Then she leaned again and kissed me deeply. It gave me the opportunity of grabbing her, I dig my hands into her hair and kissed her back.

I felt euphoria while kissing her. I had waited for weeks. Long weeks, lots of coffee dates, some trouble here and there, the tattoo... All those times in which I had died to kiss her and hold her crossed my mind.

Her tongue slid slowly into my mouth and I loved the taste of beer on it. I hummed in pleasure and sucked it with my lips. A little whimper came out of her and I swear I was going mad.

Probably it wasn't the best place to make out with here, so many people, our friends, everybody... It wasn't a place to kiss like teenagers, but fuck. I loved the kiss so much. I loved the feeling of her hands keeping me close, her tongue playing with mine, her lips suckling on mine. It was perfect.

Then she pulled back and looked at me with the most innocent eyes as if she hadn't just devoured my mouth with no shame. She went all shy, back to her usual self but dragging her hands down my neck. I was speechless. I simply pulled her back in for another kiss, more slowly this time, just tasting her lips and enjoying the warm feeling on my chest.

Then I pulled back and touched her cheeks. She opened her eyes slowly and bit her lip. Oh fuck.

"Hey, lady" I whispered.

"Yes?"

"You are amazing"

She smiled.

"I wanted to kiss you in the lagoon"

I smiled and waited for her to continue.

"But I didn't because I was scared"

"You've kissed me twice now"

She got on her tip toes and pecked my lips.

"Three times, actually. Four if you count the one you kissed me. Five with the one from before the beers"

I laughed hard. I loved so much when she got this nervous and couldn't stop herself from talking.

"Yeah. A bunch of times already. And I plan on kissing you a bunch more so..."

She smiled.

"Okay" She was blushing and her lips were swollen. She looked so perfect. I'm so in love with you, Abigail.

I brushed her cheek and she closed her eyes. SoI leaned and gave her another kiss. And then another and another. And then she pushed me a bit and made me pull back.

"Do you really want to kiss me with this song?"

It was my favourite.

"Of course. So I can remember this every time I listen to it"

She cupped my cheeks and kissed me deeply. I didn't want to ever let her go.

...........................

"I'm inviting some friends over" Corey told us when we were leaving the Amphitheatre.

It ended up with the house full of people, but Abi, Mike and I sitting in one corner. I wasn't particularly tired, but she was. Also, she had engaged in a really deep conversation with Mike and I found it awesome, how they were talking about vegetables and planning to plant some in my backyard. Mike was a calm guy, so I supposed she felt safe with him, which was amazing because he was my favourite friend.

Then, just as the night on Piarles, she changed. The tiredness appeared out of nowhere and she leaned on me. Battery out. She yawned and I kissed here forehead.

"Why don't you go to sleep?" I told her with a soft voice.

She looked up at me.

"I don't want them to think I'm not having fun"

"They won't. Trust me."

"Really? I feel like a granny going so early to bed"

"An old soul" I said laughing

"Is it really fine?"

"Of course." I brushed her hair out of her face. "Go to sleep. We have a long trip tomorrow"

She nodded and cupped my face. First she kissed my cheek. Then, my lips.

"Good night, Dan" She smiled and kissed my cheek again.

"Good nigh, Abi. Sleep tight"

I saw her walking away and say goodbye to Chloe. Then she went upstairs and I sighed happily.

"Well?" Michael passed me one of the beers he had gone to pick.

"Well what?"

"Oh, look at your smile, mate!"

I blushed hard.

"We took a couple of pics on the concert. I hope it's no problem but Chloe said you looked cute."

I laughed and took a sip.

"So... You kissed."

"We did"

"And?"

"I like her so so much"

"You are gonna aske her or not?"

"Back in LA. I'm thinking of a nice dinner."

He smiled as patted my shoulder.

"I'm happy for you, mate."

"Thanks, Mike"

"Are you Daniel?"

I looked to my side. A girl was standing there.

"Yes"

"Hi. I'm Sandy"

"Hi Sandy"

She looked up and down my body. She was beautiful, yes. But it made more uncomfortable than anything else.

"Do you wanna dance?" She touched my shoulder and moved her hand to my chest.

Hasn't she seen me kissing Abi like 5 minutes ago?

"Um... I don't feel like. Sorry. I'm tired"

"Oh, Danny. Only one song"

I shook my head.

"Sorry, Sandy"

"Danny..."

"No"

I got up and walked away from her.

"Dan?" Michael followed me.

"That was awkward."

"It was."

I sighed and sat with Corey and Scotty. I didn't want anyone else. I wanted Abi.

The night was fun. I missed been with my friends like this, no worries, a couple of beers and good music. Michael was the first one who disappeared. Then Scotty and Chloe. Sleep caught me the next.

"Good night" I said walking upstairs.

I went to my bedroom and opened the door way to fast. I regretted right after. I got a whole view of Michael's ass and some girl's legs. I closed as fast as I could and I think they didn't even noticed.

"Thank you, Mike, thank you" I said groaning. No bedroom for tonight. The other option was going down and wait for everyone to go to sleep before crashing in the sofa. But they were quite drunk so...

"What are you doing there?" I heard a sleepy and soft voice behind me. I turned and found Aby with her hair in a bun, a big t-shirt and long striped trousers. She had just come out of the bathroom.

"Michael has someone there"

"Oh"

"Yeah"

I was a bit hypnotized. She looked so soft and cuddly, so domestic.

"Where are you sleeping?"

"I'm going to wait till everyone goes to bed. Then sleep on the sofa"

She bit her lip and dried her hands on her trousers. I saw her thinking. She always made the same face.

"We have a 15 hours trip tomorrow. You can't sleep on the sofa"

"Yeah but Michael..."

"Come with me"

"What?"

"There is plenty of space. Come and sleep with me"

"Are you sure?"

She nodded slowly.

"Okay" I smiled. "I'll be there in a second. I want to wash my teeth"

She smiled and went upstairs. I took deep breaths on the bathroom. I needed to concentrate. She almost freaked out earlier because she wanted to kissed me. She almost cries in the morning because of it too. So she wasn't ready for sex. Probably. No sex Danny. Don't fuck it up. Slow. You have to go slow.

I washed myself the best I could. I washed my teeth and went upstairs.

Fuck. The pyjama? I groaned. It was in the bedroom.

When I closed the loft door and looked back at her, I chuckled. Abi could barely keep her eyes opened. She really was tired.

"Hey" I said softly. She opened her eyes fast. "I don't have a pyjama"

"It's fine for me"

"Yeah?"

She nodded and laid her head on the pillow. I smiled. She was perfect.

So I got my clothes out, only left on my hamburgers boxers, and walked to her. Abigail had opened the sheets and blankets for me and was curled around herself. She had both hands under her face and seemed to had finally fallen asleep.

Fine. Just lay there with her and go to sleep. It's just fine.

But I couldn't. Once I was under the sheets, I couldn't avoid looking at her. I reached my hand to her face and caressed slowly. She was so pretty. Her little freckles, her straight but slightly round nose, her cute and full lips... I leaned and kissed her cheek. It made her smile.

"Sleep" She whispered.

So I laid in front of her. I was scared of making her uncomfortable, so I kept some distance between our bodies. She opened her brown eyes.

"Danny, I don't bite."

"What?"

She sighed and turned her back to me. Is she angry? What have I done? But then she pressed herself to my chest and gasped. Her warm body felt amazing against mine.

"Cuddle me, Ricciardo"

"Fine, fine"

I snaked my arms around her, one around her waist and the other... Abi grabbed my other hand and put it around her so she could use my arm as a pillow. I knew that in no time, I would be able to feel my hand, but fuck, how could I say no?

"Comfy?" I whispered while kissing her cheek.

"Mhm" She kissed my hand. "Good night, Dan"

"Good night, Abi"

This had been probably the best weekend of my life and now that it had come to and end, I couldn't wait to bring her back.

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[five-rivers]

Random idea popped into my head. I decided to drop it here as a prompt. Make of it what you will.

Jack and Maddie aren't human...

I’ve been percolating an AU where Jack’s been a ghost the whole time because Vlad killed him and he didn’t know for about a week now; how did you know?

But I’m not quite done percolating that, so you get this instead.  Sorry, it’s kind of a mess. 

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Danny didn’t know when he realized it.  Maybe he always knew, since he was very small.  Maybe it came to him all of a sudden, later, and it just made so much sense that he couldn’t truly conceive of not knowing.  Maybe he was lying to himself.  

His parents weren’t normal.  

To be fair, neither were he and Jazz, even from a young age, but...  His parents weren’t normal at all.  

When was the last time he saw them eat something other than fudge and cookies?

Jazz took care of the cooking, most days.  Their parents stayed in the lab.  Working, always working.  Money came in from patents, came in suitcases carried by men in crisp black suits.  Danny knew what a Geiger counter was before he was five.   

He knew to be careful.  So did Jazz, but she liked to ignore it, to play it off as nothing.  Someday, he knew, if things kept going the way they were, Jazz would convince herself that all the little things were fantasy.  Imagination.  

She’d move away and burn so brightly with light and passion that she’d blind herself to the shadows she once lived in.  She’d go to an Ivy League school and become a psychologist, or a neurologist, or a psychiatrist, or a brain surgeon.  She would be great.  She would shift paradigms.  

She would never forget him.  Danny wasn’t afraid of that.  But unless he shone just as brightly, unless he burned the memories from his mind just the same, she would never see him anymore.  

He wanted to become an astronaut.  

Dad laughed when he heard that.  He sewed Danny a custom suit- not like Jazz’s, which was just a smaller version of Mom’s- the next day.  White, like an astronaut, he’d said.  

Black for good luck.  And something else that skittered in the back of Danny’s brain.

Danny loved them, their parents.  But they weren’t normal.  

He looked up silver allergies online, once.  They weren’t like that.  And normal people didn’t shy away from the sun on their skin.  

Normal people didn’t talk about wars that weren’t in any history book, or about the best way to butcher a horse.  They didn’t have dozens of blue glass eyes in the bottom drawer of every cabinet they owned.  Their holiday dinners didn’t come to life and menace the neighborhood.  

Once, when he was ten, he thought they might be vampires.  But looking up the folklore and going deep, deep, touching the past, he saw that all the monsters that went bump in the night- and no few benevolent things too- borrowed traits, powers, and weaknesses from one another.  

Once, on the first day of spring, a ring of mushrooms rose up to circle Fentonworks completely.  Mom harvested them and fried them in butter.  Jazz refused to eat them, saying they might be poisonous.  Dad ate a plate of fudge.  Mom smiled as Danny ate every last one.  It was the most normal meal Danny had for years before or after.  

The portal was a project of passion.  Of something like desperation.  Of hope.  

For all that they professed to hate ghosts, sometimes Danny wondered if they weren’t trying to get back home.

Mom and Dad weren’t normal.  What did that make Danny and Jazz?

(Once upon a time he cut his hands open to see if he bled red and he doesn’t remember what he found out but after Dash he’s sure he bleeds red now.)

Danny wanted to see it.  He wanted to let them see it, bring back their life and spirit.  Let them know that it didn’t matter that Dad was a mountain of a man that looked even taller and broader out of the corner of his eye, or that he hadn’t seen Mom’s eyes in a year and didn’t remember their color, or that whatever they used for bath salts made Danny dizzy.  He wanted to show them that he loved them and he wanted to help.  

The portal beckoned.  He put on his astronaut-white and death-black jumpsuit and walked in.  This felt right, down to the electric tension in the air and the faint chill of the wall through his glove.  

It wasn’t normal, to put the on button for something like this on the inside.

(Danny’s parents weren’t normal.)

Danny wasn’t normal.  

No one normal fought the undead in back alleys, or laid awake at night trying to hold onto life hard enough to keep from falling through their bed.  No one normal could taste emotions on the air and drink them in.  No one normal could walk through a blizzard with bare feet and think how lovely the day was, or feel electricity brewing in their bones as the lightning storm raged.  

But that was later.  

He woke in his parents’ arms, to gentle crooning.  He woke to the flavor of joy that wasn’t his and colors too vivid to be real.  He woke.  

Had Mom’s eyes always been purple?  He couldn’t remember.  But the shape was familiar, and they crinkled happily at the corners.  He couldn’t help but smile back.  

Danny wasn’t normal.  Neither were his parents.  They weren’t the same kind of not-normal, and that made Danny’s teeth hurt, sometimes, especially after his fangs grew in, but-

But.  

Who could divide a fairy, from a ghost, from a revenant, from a lich?  Who marked out the boundaries between dwarves, goblins, trolls, giants?  How did an elf differ from any of these things, when elf might be tall or short, spiritual or just shy of human?  The roots of the stories were tangled, no matter how neatly the gardeners trimmed the plants.  

Danny’s story was that of a hero of a monster.  But the first hero was Gilgamesh, and no one would call him that, now.  

And for his parents-

For his sister-

For his family-

A normal story simply didn’t suit them at all.