This Is Kinda How I Imagine Female Danny. Thoughts?

You are sitting at your desk one quiet evening finishing up some assignments when you hear a crack behind you, like someone just stepped on one of the creaky floorboards of your cozy little home. Only problem is, you live in an apartment with cement floors covered in fluffy carpets.

  Wordlessly, you pull out an ancient blade with shining symbols all over it that seems to buzz happily as it is once again in your grasp.

Small Prompt

He spoke in a quiet breathy tone ,his words almost inaudible over the low buzzing of the crowds below: ”I’m going to come back and kill you ,even if I have to crawl back up from the pits of Hell!”

Two shots rang out into the night and a body plummeted onto the concrete streets below landing with a thud. A chorus of hysteric screams ensued.

FemSammy & BabyDanny Loop

Sammy: Daniel… Danny: Oh no, 'Daniel' in b-flat. Danny: You're disappointed.

#24

Daniel never smoked, so when Jay found him on the rooftop of their school, eyes dazed and unfocused, a lit cigarette hanging sinfully from his partially open lips it gave him pause. He wasn't about to reach out a take it, he himself having been a smoker knew full well that if his beloved needed it the situation had to be dire. Instead, the blonde sat down next to him, leaning on the metal fence, his eyes transfixed on the thin string of milky smoke slipping through his darling's lips.

"I'm tired, Jay." his husky voice brought him out of his reverie, sending pleasurable shivers down his back. He didn't know why his heart stirred guiltily at those words.

Wordlessly, he wrapped his arm around the boy's shoulders, bringing him into a sideways hug. Daniel laid his head on his shoulder, the motion coming naturally to him as if he had done it a billion times before. A twinge of jealousy flashed through his soul, but it was quickly overpowered by his growing worry as the body next to him began to shake ever-so-slightly.

"I wish it would just end already..." Daniel choked out "I've done this so many times...yet it's never enough...no matter what I do...I'm never enough!" at that point his voice had shifted into a kind of desperate shout that rattled Jay to his bones and had him gripping at the weeping boy with both his arms as tight as nature allowed it. And Danny, poor, sweet, exhausted Danny clung to him like a lifeline, tears flowing so prettily out of his big doe eyes. He wished with all his heart that he could just take his pain away, that he could make everything better, even if he didn't know what was wrong.

He just wanted to help, but he didn't know how, so he hugged the boy who had stolen his heart and rocked them both slowly until his sobs subsided into soft whimpers. Throughout the whole ordeal, he hadn't dared to look at the brunette's face out of fear that he would break alongside him and cause him further pain. Only once his breaths had begun coming out in an even and soft patter did he dare to bring a hand to the boy's chin and lift it up slightly.

Asleep Daniel looked more angelic than ever. A soft blush covered his cheeks, which were diligently rubbed clean of any tear tracks by the besotted blonde. His hair fell around his face and seemed to almost glow a slight blue under the sun. Jay trailed a curling lock to his slender neck and sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of the smooth milky skin, his ears burning a bright crimson. Shaking away his impure thoughts he brought his dearest back to his chest, slowly as not to wake him, and began drawing circles on his back with his fingers, hoping to soothe the beauty's sleep.

His eyes fell on the abandoned cigarette, which had fallen on the ground when he had pulled Danny into his arms. It still smoldered, slowly, like a dying animal still gasping for air. His mind became clouded with the image of Daniel's lips around it, drawing in the smoke and allowing whisps of it to float freely out of his delectable mouth. Jay frowned and ever so slowly reached over and extinguished it under his foot. A twisted smile made its way onto his face as he pressed down further.

Daniel stirred in his arms and in a flash, he returned to cradling him tenderly, as if the previous scene had never happened. He took in the boy's minty scent, with small traces of smoke and copper, like a drowning man inhaling his last breath of air. Like everything else about his love, he found the smell utterly intoxicating. He wished he would never have to let him out of his arms. Unfortunately, his Danny was a free spirit. He could break his wings and cage him, yes, but that way he would not have him, but a mere husk, a shell of his beautiful flamboyant self. Jay didn't want that, he never wanted Daniel any other way than how he was by his nature and found it appalling to even try to change or mold him into something else.

With that thought in mind, he inhaled the boy's scent once more before the corners of his mouth turned downwards, showing his displeasure as the world around them crumbled and time flowed backward once more.

That detestable entity would not let him have even a moment of peace and quiet with his beloved, would they?!

No matter, he would just have to try again,

and again,

and again...

#8

Zack: Don't stay up all night, Daniel. Last time you got this sleep-deprived, you tried to eat your own shirt.

#20

"Jesus..."

"Actually, It's Daniel."

Zack craned his neck to look at the tiny figure sitting atop the - frankly massive - pile of bodies. He had stumbled upon the sight on accident and frozen in shock, mouth agape. If he looked more closely all the bodies seemed to belong to well-built muscly men who, judging by the various bats and DIY weapons strewn on the ground, had been armed. This was no accident, but a coordinated attack that had been thwarted by...by a toddler?

"Uhh..." Zack said, ever so eloquently.

The midget turned around a did a backflip (and almost gave the boxer a heart attack in the process), landing in front of him with a large toothy smile. Now that they were standing next to each other he seemed even smaller, no way older than 5, Zack noted after he stopped gaping. He wore what looked like an old yellow t-shirt with a smiling cat, splatters of blood clear on the thin fabric, and a pair of brown cargo shorts. In the middle of December, at night.

Zack resisted the urge to voice some choice words about the kid's parents as another freezing wind cut through his own thick winter coat. He kneeled to be on eye level with the smiling little menace and extended his hand, deliberately slowly not to spook him.

"I'm Zack."

"Oooh, nice to meet you!" Daniel shook his hand eagerly.

'Yep, his hands are freezing', Zack thought bitterly, looking around for his guardian or someone that could resemble a responsible adult. He found none. The alleyway they were in was pretty out of the way, not a place where a child should be, although... judging by the piled gangsters behind him he could handle himself. A bead of sweat rolled down the boxer's cheek, 'Not even I could beat so many at the same time' and wasn't that saying something? Even after being trained by that monk, Gongseob Ji, there were still people who were stronger than him without even trying.

"Achoo!"

That broke him out of his thoughts, and he wasted no more time in unzipping his coat and scooping the child in his arms, before rezipping the coat with the midget's head poking out. Uncaring of what he must've looked like [*cough* pregnant *cough*] Zack got back up and began walking out of the alleyway.

"We're going to get you something warm to eat and then we can try to figure this whole thing out, mkay?"

The midget nodded his head furiously and gave him another blinding smile before settling on his chest like a happy cat. Neither spoke until they finally found an open convenience store. By the time they got what they wanted to eat and sat down in the little eating area of the shop it had begun snowing heavily. Zack put the kid on one of the stools, with his coat still wrapped around him before opening the two cups of instant noodles and pulling out the little bags of condiments. He kept an eye on Daniel as he moved to pour warm water from the dispenser. To his credit, the little one waited patiently, swinging his legs in the air, his eyes glued on the taller male as he prepared their meal.

"So, where are your folks, midget?" Zack asked as they waited for the noodles, trying to keep his tone light.

In spite of his efforts, the boy curled in on himself, his eyes dimming. 'Sore spot, then' he thought, making a mental note to avoid bringing it up again. He couldn't imagine anyone willingly abandoning this ray of sunlight of a child, so he assumed they must've been dead. 'Yes, that's the only explanation' Zack nodded to himself, before addressing Daniel again.

"Do you have anywhere to go?"

The kid nodded eagerly, but the boxer still had his reservations.

"Let me rephrase that, do you have anywhere to spend the night that you know you can reach and where you won't freeze to death?"

"Uhh."

"Right, so that's a no. Great!" Zack rubbed his forehead tiredly.

He pulled the top packaging off the cups of noodles and broke apart a pair of chopsticks mixing them into the steaming meal before handing it to the midget and doing the same for his own cup.

"Ah, thank you!" Daniel chirped before digging in like a starved child.

'He probably was' he thought bitterly, swallowing a mouthful of noodles. For a few minutes, all you could hear was the sound of them eating, but soon enough the boy pushed away his empty cup. Once more, Zack didn't hesitate or even find it weird how his arms moved on their own to place a small packet of chocolate biscuits in front of the kid's nose.

"Eat up, midget." he encouraged, cringing at how sappy he sounded. "Those aren't going to eat themselves."

'Damn it, why am I acting like this?!' The older boy bemoaned mentally, thankful that none of the people who knew him were here to witness how fucking soft this little menace was making him. After finishing his noodles Zack got up to throw the two cups away when he felt a tug on his sweater. Looking down he found an impossibly large pair of doe-like black eyes gazing uncertainly up at him.

'Ah, my heart!' he mentally clutched his heart which had been pierced by an arrow marked "CUTENESS".

"I'm just going to throw these away!" He quickly reassured the little one, gesturing towards the two empty cups in his hand.

"Are you going to come back?" Daniel asked in a small voice which nearly made the boxer kneel over.

"Of course! Of course! I'll be right back!" Zack assured before nearly sprinting to the trashcan and back, to the bewilderment of the cashier.

"See, right back!"

Daniel hummed happily in agreement with a big smile that made him ponder the benefits of having a pair of sunglasses always on hand. he would probably need a pair if he didn't want to go blind from this unbearably bright ray of sunshine. 'How has no one kidnapped him yet?' Zack wondered, sparking a flame of protectiveness in his chest.

You know how you hear people say that they see something, usually a small child or an animal, and go 'yeah, that's mine now'? That was exactly what happened at that exact moment in Zack The Wimp Lee.

Did it raise questions the next day when he showed up to fight with a toddler on his shoulders? Maybe. Did he care? Absolutely not. He kicked names and took ass looking like an absolute badass and a brilliant model for his new little brother. The highlight of his day was when some random extra tried to hit Daniel as a way of getting back at Zack and got promptly locked through a brick wall by a giggly 5-year-old waving around a purple dinosaur plush in one hand and a blueberry popsicle in the other. The looks on everyone's faces had been enough to make his week.

Danny: Three words. Say them and I'm yours. Jay: Three words. Danny: Danny: Marry me.

Vasco: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake. Jace: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear. Vasco: ... Vasco: You mean ring bearER, right? Jace: ... Jace: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

As Croissant fumbled around in the dark for his beeping comm, he cursed every single one of them. Alphabetically. 

Speaking from experience?

Zack: How do I deal with my enemies? Danny: Kill them Zack: That's a bit extreme, I was hoping for a more passive solution Danny: Kill them only a little?