#mcdanno drabble

[tari-aldarion]

A birthday present for the beautiful and wonderful @mymcdanno who deserves all the lovely things in the world.

I hope you like this short little drabble and happy birthday, my gorgeous friend!

“His ego is so visible; I can almost watch it grow.” Danny remarked sardonically, watching Steve get hit on while picking up beers at the counter.

“Jealous much, Danny?” Tani teased, bumping shoulders with him. Danny scoffed, gesturing vaguely around the bar.

“Looking around here, I am completely fine staying here away from any cheesy pick-up lines that someone like ‘Smooth Dog’ over there could throw at me.”

Tani’s smile widened and Danny groaned; nothing good happened when Tani smiled like that. A familiar voice behind him said, “Hey Danny,” Danny refused to turn around and see the smarmy grin on Steve’s face, “are you related to yoda because yodalicious.”

“No.” Danny said despairingly, whirling around to glare at his partner. Steve was absolutely not allowed to do this here. He was not allowed to hit on Danny openly, oozing sex and confidence, in front of their team and possibly making Danny a little crazy.

“Is that a mirror in your pocket? Cause I can see myself in your pants.” Steve continued, delighted in Danny’s reaction.

Danny took a breath, fortifying himself. “It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.” He snarked, staring directly up at Steve, challenging. Steve grinned wildly, delighted that Danny was playing along.

“Do you buy your pants on sale? Because at my house, they would be 100% off.” Steve smirked, pressing closer to Danny. Because Danny was sitting on a stool, Steve wasn’t too much taller than him and could lean forward, planting his hands on the table on either side of him. They both decidedly ignored the shocked looks on their friends’ faces. Tani slipped her phone out and started recording quietly, grinning mischievously.

Danny hummed, staring into Steve’s eyes, attempting to decipher what was happening and where Steve wanted this to go. After a moment, a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Well, I do like a good sale.” He said, giving Steve a once-over, his gaze burning into Steve’s skin.

Steve leaned down to whisper into Danny’s ear. “I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking.” Danny jerked back in surprise, but Steve had boxed him in against the table. “I’ll tell you a secret,” Danny felt a flush rise through him and he shuddered as Steve’s warm breath brushed across his skin, “I’ve been looking too.”

Steve pulled back just enough to stare into Danny’s eyes again. Danny felt a shiver race down his spine at the heat in Steve’s eyes. They both startled at Lou’s whistle.

“You boys sure know how to put on a show.” Tani laughed, still recording. “Although I personally would’ve liked to see a kiss or a dance or something.”

“It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.” Steve said, eyes never leaving Danny’s. Danny smirked and pushed off the stool, pressing up against Steve’s body as he did so.

“Whaddya say we get out of here?” He murmured, and Steve breathed in sharply.

“Yes.” He growled, pressing a hand against the small of Danny’s back and ushering him out of the bar and into the Camaro, ignoring the catcalls of their friends behind them.

[mermaid-reyes]

Mcdanno + florist/tattoo artist AU if you are up to it?

you know i’m always up for mcdanno. thank you for the prompt my love!! 😘

A lot of people had laughed when Danny moved to Hawaii and opened up a flower shop. A lot of people had scoffed and told him he was taking mid-life crises to brand new heights. A lot of people (ahem, Rachel) had given him smarmy, pitying looks and told him not to call them for help when he was sleeping in his car and living off coconuts. 

All of those people were eating their words with a fucking spork now, weren’t they? Because what a lot of people forgot, what with the loudness and the brashness and the hairstyle, was that Danny was fucking clever. 

Because where do mainlanders and foreigners go when they want a paradise wedding? Hawaii. And what do all good weddings need? Flowers. And who is the most botanically gifted motherfucker this side of the Equator? Danny.

So guess who’s laughing now, laughing all the way to the bank. 

And the money isn’t even the greatest thing about Danny’s new life. Not when he’s constantly in and out of the shop, meeting new people and designing new arrangements and being creative. Not when there’s always new variants and new smells and new colours to work with. Not when he can be there to drop Gracie off at school and pick her up at the end of the day. Not when his assistant is coming in every second day with a different, crazy poisonous native bloom, her face lighting up in sheer joy at the look of horror on Danny’s face. 

In fact, Danny would say that his new life is almost perfect.

“Uncle Steve!”

Almost.

If only he hadn’t set up shop next to a bug-fuck crazy army vet.

“Navy, Danno, for the hundredth time, I was in the navy.”

Had he said that out loud? Danny shrugged, it wasn’t like he’d never said the exact same thing to McGarrett’s face.

“Don’t call me Danno,” he groused.

“What does ‘bug-fuck’ mean?” Gracie asked.

McGarrett threw back his head and roared with laughter as Danny hastily tried to convince his curious ten-year-old that ‘bug-fuck’ was nothing she needed to know about. And to please not tell her mother. 

Once McGarrett stopped fucking guffawing and started wiping tears from his ruddy face, he crouched down next to Grace and slung a thick, inked arm over her shoulders. 

“So, Miss Grace, how soon do you think we’ll convince your dad to let me work him over?”

Danny fussed with a vase of hydrangeas in a vain attempt to hide his creeping blush and avoid that fucking twinkle in McGarrett’s eyes. 

“The day I let you anywhere near me while you’re holding a needle is the day I check myself into a psych ward.”

“But you’ve got such pretty skin, Danno. I really want to mark it up.”

Danny gaped at him. “You do realise that every single thing you say makes you sound like a serial killer, right?”

McGarrett just laughed again, dropped a kiss on Grace’s cheek, and walked out of Danny’s shop, plucking a pink flower out of its vase on the way. He glanced sideways through the window as he walked next door to his own parlour, and ducked his head to smell his flower when he saw Danny watching him. 

The fucking idiot.

Gerberas don’t have a scent. 

[softshelby]

Hotels - McDanno drabble

Steve and Danny have been dating for about 3 weeks now and it is still very much a secret. The rest of 5-0 have assumed that they’ve had some kind of argument with all the distance they’ve put between themselves in overcompensation. Even at the conference that no one they know is attending they booked separate rooms, just in case. However, Steve ‘I know I’m a genius but I need you to tell me too so I can be smug about it’ McGarrett had the idea of booking adjoining rooms, giving the illusion of separation but allowing the couple to be as intimate as they’d like. For once, Danny ‘I will never admit to you having a good idea because I can’t bear to stare at your handsome smirking face for another minute’ Williams has agreed with something Steve has to say.

After a long day of listening to a chief officer discuss methods of getting a confession from a suspect, Danny is stood on his side of the door not wanting to confess to needing Steve right now. Being the first to make a move, to let Steve know how much he aches for him, is basically letting him win and that has never been an option for Danny. Until now at least, when his hand hovers so close to the handle of the single piece of wood that separates Danny and his soulmate. Swallowing his pride, he opens the door, gently calling for Steve as he softly steps into the other man’s room. The sound of his footsteps are muffled by the carpet and his thick socks, so when he is met with no response he presumes that he just hasn’t been heard. It’s not until Danny notices the sound of the running shower that he realises why he hasn’t got a reply. Walking to the door of the bathroom, Danny pauses, his breath catching in his throat as he notices a sound besides the gentle stream of water. A low, husky sound. A deep, gravely, distinctly ‘Steve’ sound that Danny feels he will never get used to hearing. Danny’s heart rate begins to pick up in response to the moans from the other side of the door growing louder with each passing minute. He immediately begins to grow hard in response and it’s not until he really starts to pay attention that he notices that there is a sliver of light illuminating the carpet, signalling that the bathroom door is slightly open. He can’t help but gravitate towards the door, it’s openness a tantalising invitation. As he peers into the steamy room, he can’t help but feel a mixture of excitement and dirtiness. Steve stood, water rolling off of his defined body, with his head thrown back and his eyes closed in pleasure as he played with himself. Feeling a strain in his own trousers, Danny closes his own eyes and bites down on his lip in an attempt to stifle the moan that threatens to give him away. It’s not until he opens his eyes, looking back towards the man in the shower, that he realises Steve is watching him too. That godforsaken smirk spread across his face, pleased that Danny is admiring the view.

“Are you just going to stand there and watch?” The navy seal asks, chuckling as Danny wastes no time in removing his clothing and joining him in the shower.

“I knew I was hot but damn Williams, desperate much?” Steve asks, pulling his partner closer towards him. Danny says nothing in response but closes the distance between their lips. As the warm water washes over them, Danny bathes in the comforting feeling of home that only Steve McGarrett can bring him.

[tari-aldarion]

Merry Christmas to @mymcdanno who wanted some McDanno slow dancing fluff. 

Danny scowled at the papers scattered across the table, ruffling slightly in the wind that blew across the lanai. “This was a lot less stressful when I just let Rachel make all the decisions.”

Steve dropped down in the chair next to him, running a towel through his hair, still wet from the shower he had just taken. He leaned in and Danny obligingly tilted his head to receive the gentle kiss. “We can just let the wedding planner make some of these decisions.” He said, leaning back into his chair and dropping the towel on the table.

Danny gaped at him. “I’m sorry, did Steve Control Freak McGarrett just say that we could let someone else make decisions about our wedding?” Steve’s eyeroll did nothing to stop Danny’s rant. “I don’t even get to choose where we eat for lunch, but our wedding, sure, why not let this stranger choose what food we’ll serve or who sits where!” Danny threw his hands in the air. “This won’t backfire at all.”

Steve tamped down on a grin at his partner’s diatribe. “Why, Danny, I didn’t know that you had such strong opinions about where we should take dance lessons.”

Danny glared at him. “I know how to dance, Steven, it’s not my fault if you’re lacking in that area.”

Steve jumped to his feet and held out his hand for Danny to grasp. Danny flicked his eyes from Steve down to his hand and then back up. “No.”

“You were the one who said we would need lessons.”

“No, I said you need lessons.”

“You can at least let me show you what we’re working with. Besides, you’re not used to following my lead.”

“Woah,” Danny held his hands up, indignant at the assumption, “who said you were going to lead? I’m the one with the experience!”

“Well, we won’t know who should lead until we try it out, Danny.” Steve thrust his outstretched hand further into Danny’s space pointedly.

Danny huffed and took Steve’s hand, only to be pulled into a firm embrace against his chest. Danny let out an ‘oof’ as Steve gripped him tightly around the waist and muttered, “This is a two-way street, Danny. You’ve got to at least let me move you.”

Danny sighed heavily but allowed himself to be swayed back and forth. “This is ridiculous, you’re ridiculous,” He said, looking up at Steve, “you know that? Completely ridiculous.”

Steve grinned down at him and twirled them slowly, only stumbling slightly over an uneven board “C’mon, Danny, we should at least practice.” Danny rolled his eyes and shifted in Steve’s arms. He felt Steve tighten his embrace to ensure that Danny couldn’t move away.

“I can’t breathe, you idiot.” Danny grumbled. Steve loosened his grip, stepping back, and Danny huffed, reaching out to grasp Steve’s hands properly. “Let me show you how this should be done.”

“What do you mean ‘should be’, I was doing –“ Steve started before Danny placed Steve’s hand on his shoulder and grabbed the other in his hand tightly, humming softly under his breath as his arm snaked around Steve’s waist. They started drifting across the lanai slowly, Danny leading them almost effortlessly. Steve closed his eyes and rested his nose in Danny’s hair, breathing in the fresh, citrusy scent of his shampoo mixed with the salutiferous smell of the ocean behind them.

Maybe he wouldn’t mind Danny leading their first dance.

[tari-aldarion]

15 for mcdanno, please? x

15 - You’re breaking my heart, babe.

Steve’s face softened at Danny’s mumbled statement. He reached out from his hospital bed and grabbed Danny’s hand. 

“Hey.” He said quietly. “I’m okay. The doctor said that it wasn’t even a life-threatening injury.”

Danny lifted his head and glared at him.“The fact that you think that’s comforting is very worrisome, Steve. I’d like to emphasize that this is not the first time you’ve been in the hospital just this week.” His voice was tight with anger and concern as he jerked his hand away and sat forward in his chair. 

“Do you know what I’ve been through in the past week, Steven?” Steve opened his mouth to respond but Danny cut him off forcefully. “Almost run over by a car, crashed into a tree in my car, been shot at - and actually shot, don’t think I’ve forgotten that,” Danny ticked each point off a finger, glaring at Steve, “watched my partner hurl himself off of a building, and then almost die while tackling our suspect with a bullet in his shoulder.”

Steve shrugged and then winced at the movement, Danny’s eyes tracking every involuntary facial expression.

“I’m sorry, Danny, but I had to.” Danny knew that Steve had to be taking lessons from Grace on how to appropriately look both mournful and pleading simultaneously.

“Goddammit. You’re lucky I love you.” Danny grumbled, sitting back in his chair next to Steve’s bed. Steve smiled brilliantly at him, reaching out and grabbing his hand again, tangling their fingers tightly. 

“I love you too, Danno.”

Danny grunted his acknowledgement and they lapsed into silence, Danny’s thumb carefully brushing over Steve’s hand. 

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