#cj/danny

[onekisstotakewithme]

"this is me trying" (taylor swift) // "Institutional Memory" (7x22)

[atearsarahjane]

Happy Christmas y’all

[fadeouttowhispers]

hold you and never care how long it takes

A/N: I thought I'd start using this sideblog to actually post some of the drabbles/ficlets that I've written over the years (especially this past year) that keep piling up in the drive, along with all the other longer stories. They'll be unbetaed so beware – if it were for me, I'd keep working on them forever. If they ever make it to AO3, I'll probably tweak them some more... :) Without further ado, here's the first one. The original prompt was "sick" (+ beach, summer, night).

Danny couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful summer night than tonight's. After a rather hot day, the sea breeze was cooling the temperature, and the moon was already sinking in the ocean, letting some of the first few stars in the light-polluted sky shine brighter.

It would really have been the perfect night for them had C.J. not woken up sick, forcing him to cancel the reservations at a trendy rooftop restaurant right on the beach. And, most regrettably, they wouldn’t take the stroll down to the beach before its closing, where he had been planning on proposing to her.

Though Danny knew that she would have pushed through his plans had she been awake, he would have never let her, even if she had been excited about the dinner too. He was happy to trade candlelit conversation next to the Pacific for holding her close after she passed out in the middle of a Jeopardy! rerun. 

Danny kissed her warm forehead and watched as she burrowed closer to him, too tired to open her eyes, but present enough not to let him go from his spot on the couch. No, he was wrong — this truly was as perfect a night as they came. Ordinary moments were just as special as the extraordinary ones. Danny was good at waiting – he really wasn’t in any rush to make their relationship any more official than it already was. They loved each other, and that was more than enough.

[starred-fics]

Author: @miabicicletta

Fandom: The West Wing

Rating: Mature

Pairing: C.J. Cregg/Danny Concannon

Summary: CJ, at the end. The six months after eight years, and figuring out what's next.

Words: 107,127

[cassiesinsanity]

Where are my CJ/Danny West Wing friends? (I know where the CJ/Toby/Andy ones are ;))

Because KitKat has finished a fic she started mumble-mumble years ago and deserves some kudos!

[siriusly-sapphic]

The West Wing + text posts (21/?)

[thebartlets]

unhinged West Wing + text posts (pt 2/?)

[thebadphilosopher]

There are few TV couples that I think are 100% perfect for each other and Danny x CJ are one of them.

My only complaint is that the show didn't give them more scenes together.

[lithiumseven]

[onekisstotakewithme]

"I want you to do what you want. Take the job at the White House, I just want you to talk to me about it. I want us to talk about what it'll mean and how we'll make it work. I want us to talk like we're gonna figure it out together. I want us to talk... because I like the sound of your voice."

[southofeerie]

knowing that danny and josh are like hinted at being old friends makes the secret plan to fight inflation scene so much funnier. get his ass, danny

[kkorny]

I think it's what she deserves ✨

[fadeouttowhispers]

with roses red come lilies white

A/N: see the 'disclaimers' in the previous one. Same thing applies: unbetaed, imperfect, probably not their final-final form. Prompt was necklace (+ cold, wedding, Valentine's Day as extra inspo).

Grace Cregg was admitted to the hospital two days after Valentine’s Day. Unlike any other time it had happened until then, she was there for weeks, and she never returned home. Burned in C.J.’s memories was the moment her mother gave her a touching speech on heirlooms, as Grace gifted her the gold-chain necklace with the pendant she knew her daughter loved. C.J. also remembered that as an unusually warm day among all the other colder days they had since they started frequenting the hospital’s hollow hallways. Or, how soon after it, the Valentine red roses in her room turned into white lilies.

Everyone kept saying that she had gained a guardian angel. That’s what she wanted to believe, even if it didn’t always feel true.

Throughout the years, C.J. made a point to only wear the delicate chain when she needed to feel her mother close — treating it like the precious piece of jewelry it was, fearing it would break or lose its meaning from overuse. Even if she wanted to wear it all the time, she chose other means to keep her mother close every day.

Now, standing in front of her mirror, C.J. took a deep breath and grabbed the small pendant on the chain, taking in her white flowy dress and how beautiful and deliriously happy she felt. She felt her mother all around her, looking down on her and celebrating her nuptials to the sweet, patient man that she loved madly along with them. C.J. sometimes wondered if her mother had pulled some heavenly strings, in her own way — how else could it be explained that Danny had an infectious zest for life reminiscent of her mother’s? Or that Danny’s birthday happened to be the exact March date she had hated for decades?

And yet… She wasn’t mad about this perfect piece of cosmic kismet: instead of dwelling on death and loss with half-hearted attempts at cheerful remembrance, she now had a reason to truly focus on the happy memories. That was more than enough.

[starred-fics]

Author: @miabicicletta

Fandom: The West Wing

Rating: General Audiences

Pairing: C.J. Cregg/Danny Concannon

Summary: He says her name over the TV and the chatter.

Words: 498

[dearemma]

[all-that-jazz-93]

I've said this before but I genuinely think Danny Cocannon didn't give a damn about the advance man and the helicopter. He brought it up to CJ because he knew if the White House investigated, it would lead them to Karen Larson