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ghostlyfanparadise · 10 months ago

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Danny walks into HQ Grover is standing at the computer desk and Danny groans. “What now?” Grover asks, Danny has been in an even worse mood ever since Steve Mcgarrett, that jerk he’s secretly in love with but will never admit, left a year ago now.

“Charlie, wants to hang out with friends this Halloween then go trick o treating with me.” He complains. Grover raises an eyebrow.

“Are you sure that’s it, and not the fact that this is your first Halloween without Mcgarrett?” That earns him a glare from Danny. Grover just sighs, then says what’s been on his mind since Mcgarrett had left with Cathrine on that plane to god knows where. “You could have left this town. You hated it enough I honestly thought you’d be on the plane with Mcgarrett.”

Danny shakes his head. “And leave Grace and charlie? Never.”

Grover rolls his eyes. “You want to know what I think?”

Danny crosses his arms. “No, not really but I’m sure you’ll tell me anyway.”

And to Danny’s snarky answer he got a replie. “I think you stayed here just in case he ever did come back he’d know where to find you.” Danny doesn’t respond to Grover’s words. He doesn’t know how.

When kono and chin left there was a void yes. He missed the cousins working with them day in and day out, and when Jerry left he’ll admit he missed working with him as well. He even miss Max slightly and his nerdy Halloween costume antics each year. But when Steve left it broke him. He didn’t realize how much he loved the suicidal idiot until he got on that plane and left this town. A town that he knows deep down that Steve will never return to, at least not really.

It was a pretty slow day at the office and by the time he got home he just wanted to sleep and maybe eat something other than TV dinners. He finds himself turning on that damn Chucky movie that Steve insisted to watch every year on Halloween. He never got the point of the damn movie and watching it just made him miss Steve even more. He gets up and goes to his fridge and opens it only to find there isn’t any more beer he sighs and considers calling Adam to bring him some, but he doesn’t feel like bothering him and everyone else on the team already had premade plans.

He plops back down on the couch again watching as the red headed doll runs through the house with a butcher knife chasing someone-Danny wasn’t really sure who- he’d stopped paying attention to the movie awhile ago. He hears a knock on the door and groans knowing it’s tricker treaters. He gets up and grabs the bowl not even bothering to pause the movie. He then opens the door and the sight suprises him. Steve is standing there a soft smile on his face when his eyes meet Danny’s. “I thought you were still with Cathrine.” Danny chokes out.

“It didn’t work out. Besides there’s someone I needed more than her.” Danny swallows hard at the taller man’s words. His head dropping to his stomach. He should have known better then to think that he’d come back to this island just to visit him right? Right?

“Oh, I’m sorry come in.” Danny says, fighting back the fleeing feeling in his gut as he steps aside to let Steve in. Steve walks in to see the Chucky movie playing.

“I thought you hated this movie.” Steve says, a confused look on his handsome features.

Danny crosses his arms. “Maybe I just wanted to watch a hated movie.” He bites back, and then decides to ask the million dollar question. “So who did you come to see?”

“You.”

“Well yeah, you’re in my house man.”

Steve shakes his head and Danny is certain that the only reason his heart didn’t escape his chest is because of his rib cage. “No, dumbass I came back to this island to see you.”

“You did?”

Steve nods. “Truth is Danno I thought I was looking for something, but what I didn’t realize is I found what I was looking for. It was right in front of me the whole time and it was in you.” Danny practically jumped into Steve’s ridiculously sculpted arms. Steve responds by wrapping his arms around Danny. Danny looks up at him.

“I’m going to make you pay for leaving me.” Danny says to him.

Steve just smiles. “I’m sure you will danno. Now why don’t we finish this movie?” Steve says, planting a soft kiss on Danny’s head and both men knew that they wouldn’t be watching the rest of the movie.

#mine #fanfic #hawaii five 0 #hawaii five 0 fanfic #you gave me that fanfic idea and so o wrote it #I know they’re not in character but what ever #lou grover #danny williams #steve mcgarrett #text

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mrs-williams-1998 · 9 months ago

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My phone wallpaper. (Art is not mine. Just thought it was cute! 😊)

#fanfic #tv shows #cbs hawaii five o #lgbtq #mcdanno #fandom ships #gay #bisexual

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mywritesaremylove · 15 days ago

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The Talk

Hawaii Five-0 - Chin Ho Kelly x Olivia Williams (Danny Williams' Sister)

Danny paced the lanai like a man ready to explode. His hands flailed as he talked to himself, muttering about betrayal, boundaries, and “unwritten laws of brotherhood.” Steve had taken one look at Danny’s wild eyes and said, “Nope,” before disappearing under the convenient excuse of a coffee run. That left Chin Ho Kelly alone, leaning against the wooden railing, looking calm—but only on the surface.

“So let me get this straight,” Danny said, spinning on his heel. “My baby sister—my Olivia—shows up at our crime scene this morning wearing your Five-0 t-shirt, grinning like she just had the best night of her life, and you think I wouldn’t put two and two together?”

Chin raised an eyebrow. “You always were good at math.”

“Don’t. Don’t joke right now. This is not the time for your calm, Zen-cop sarcasm.”

Chin straightened. “I’m not joking. I care about Olivia. We’ve been seeing each other for a while now.”

Danny’s jaw dropped. “How long is a while?”

Chin hesitated. “About four months.”

“FOUR MONTHS?!” Danny’s voice went up two octaves. “You’ve been dating my sister for four months and didn’t say a word? You were at her birthday dinner! You toasted with me!”

Chin winced. “Yeah, I did.”

“And you slept over that night too, didn’t you?” Danny clutched his chest like he was about to have a heart attack.

“We were trying to keep it quiet,” Chin said. “We didn’t want it to affect work, or you.”

“Oh, it affects me, all right.” Danny started pacing again. “You realize I have to live with the mental image of you with my sister now. I’m going to need therapy. Maybe hypnosis.”

Chin pushed away from the railing, stepping toward him. “Look, Danny, I get it. You’re her brother. You’re protective. That’s good. But I love her. I’m not playing games. I’ve been waiting a long time to find someone like her.”

Danny blinked, stunned. “You—wait. You love her?”

Chin nodded. “I do.”

There was a long, thick pause. Then, from the house, Olivia’s voice rang out. “If you’re done threatening my boyfriend, I brought malasadas!”

Danny turned as she stepped outside, barefoot, with two plates in hand and a mischievous smile on her face. She wore Chin’s shirt again—clearly on purpose this time.

Chin smiled instantly. Danny groaned like the world was ending.

“Liv, I swear, this isn’t funny.”

“It’s a little funny,” she said, handing him a pastry. “You gonna arrest Chin for loving me?”

Danny took the pastry but narrowed his eyes. “No, but I’m gonna start carrying a stun gun with his name on it. Just in case.”

She laughed, kissed Chin on the cheek (eliciting another loud groan from Danny), and leaned against him. Chin wrapped an arm around her waist, relaxed now that the worst was over.

Steve returned just then, a fresh cup of coffee in hand. He took one look at the scene, nodded slowly, and said, “So, how bad was it?”

“He said he loves her,” Danny muttered into his pastry.

Steve blinked. “Wow. You okay?”

“I’m emotionally concussed, but I’ll live.”

“Good,” Olivia said cheerfully. “Because we were thinking of telling Mom next.”

Danny choked on powdered sugar.

#chin ho kelly #steve mcgarrett #kono kalakaua #danny williams #chin ho Kelly x reader #chin ho kelly x oc #chin ho kelly fanfic #hawaii five 0 #hawaii 5 0 #hawaii five o #Hawaii five o fandom

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erandri · 1 year ago

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Steve glances at his arm again, the fifth time in as many minutes, and is dismayed to see that the only thing written there is his own scrawling 'Hi'. It's not the most elegant way to introduce yourself to your soulmate but 'Do you prefer spring or summer weddings?' seemed like a bit much. His friends suggestions hadn't been much better, all of them younger than him and not able to communicate through their soul connection yet.

It had taken him weeks to muster up the courage to do it and still after an hour there was no response, but Steve wasn't going to let it get to him. His soulmate could live on the other side of the world and be asleep. Or maybe they just didn't know what to say. Or maybe they don't speak English.

Or maybe they were ignoring him.

There were a lot of people who ignored their connection, buying arm bands or getting tattoos to cover any writing from their soulmate. There was a small, but growing, movement of people who believed that the idea of soulmates was an antiquated idea. That some mysterious, cosmic link between two people should not automatically mean that they are the only ones for each other.

Steve had always been the opposite. When he was young and they were first learning about connection in school he had gone home and asked him mom question after question about soulmates. He loved the idea that somewhere out there in the world there was one person that would be perfect for him. He wants that, to have someone that he could know so intimately, to have someone he could share every part of himself with. Soulmates always seemed to happy together that even at his young age he envied their connection.

It seems that his soulmate doesn’t feel the same way. At the end of the day, after waiting seven hours and still no response from his soulmate, Steve washes the ink off of his arm.

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It was another month before he dared to write to his soulmate again. He had thought about doing it dozens of times, making up reasons as to why his soulmate didn't reply last time and why they would have to respond this time, until finally he mustered up the courage to do it again.

Steve left the message on his arm for two days. Still, there was no response.

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Despite the fact that his soulmate doesn't want to talk with him, it doesn't stop Steve from writing. It's just little things, like the fact that he made captain of the football team, or what movie he happened to be watching. Sometimes he just draws pictures of what he's looking at. There's never a response but by now he's accepted that there never will be. He still likes the possibility that somewhere out there in the world, his soulmate is reading what he writes.

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A few days after his mother dies Steve can't stop writing. He writes a novel on his arm of everything that he can't say out loud. Memories of his mother, things that she used to say, how they don't seem like a family with her gone. He writes until his pen runs out of ink, until there's so much of it on him that it will take weeks for it all to wash off of his skin. When he's done he sits on his bedroom floor exhausted.

He's almost fallen asleep when there's a warmth on his arm, like the sun is shining on it even though it's past 9pm. The warmth disappears almost as soon as it starts and he immediately misses the sensation. When he looks down, for the first time there's writing on his arm that isn't his own. Scrawled messily in blue ink is 'I'm sorry' and for the first time since the funeral he cries for what’s he’s lost.

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When he joins the Naval Academy they give him a standard issue arm band and tell him, as a security measure for both him and his soulmate, that he needs to cease all contact. That if he's in contact with his soulmate that this is his last chance to say goodbye because as soon as he walks out of the room he is officially a naval cadet.

He doesn't write anything.

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Years go by and Steve almost forgets about his soulmate. The black sleeve around his arm becomes so familiar to him that he no longer sees it, just like he no longer sees the matching sleeves on the twenty-four men that he's stationed with. They're in the middle of the desert, sweating their ass off for weeks on end waiting for intelligence to come through on a terrorist cell hiding out in the mountains somewhere, and the only thing reminding him that the sleeve is there is the pesky sand that always seems to find a way underneath it.

He’s on the night watch, hunkered down behind a rock outcrop for cover and watching the moon slowly rise above the sand dunes. It’s nearing midnight and he’s waiting for Martinez to relieve him when he feels it. His arm feels warm under the band, like someone’s holding onto him and he knows that if he looks down he’ll see words appearing on his skin. He knows that it’s against regulation, but he’s all alone in the middle of the desert and the temptation is too much.

Slowly, he peels of the band, revealing pale skin and three words written in blue pen. He holds his arm in the moonlight and his stomach drops when he reads I’m getting married. He should have followed protocol.

He slides the band back into place, covering his skin once again, but the words feel like a brand on his arm. His soulmate is getting married. His stomach twists, an acidic feeling churning in him quickly before he tamps it down, shoves that feeling into a neat little box. He had assumed that whoever was on the other end of his soul connection didn’t want to be soulmates. That they were one of the ones who wanted to find a love connection regardless of the universe or some higher power had is mind. The idea still hurts though. The person that the universe selected as perfect for him doesn’t want him.

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His fathers house is unnaturally quiet. It had never been a lively home, at least not since his mothers death, but to see if so utterly devoid of life feels wrong. the remains of the crime scene don’t do anything to help lighten the atmosphere. Still, he has a job to focus on and he can’t do anything mourning over the emptiness of his fathers- his- home. Every moment he wastes is another opportunity for Victor Hesse to get away.

He treats the house like he would any other op, detaching himself from the personal aspect of the case as he examines the spot where his father was shot. It’s easy to tell that Victor didn’t work alone, the foot print, the space for the laptop start to tell him what happened here before he got that phone call.

There’s no evidence of Victor going upstairs so the next place for him to inspect is the garage. It looks the same as it did the last time he was here. Cluttered, smelling of motor oil and must. His fathers old Marquis is still stored under the tarp, looking exactly the same as it did the last time Steve saw it. Then the toolbox catches his eye.

It looks innocuous, which is exactly what Steve would want if he were looking to hide something. When he sees the end of the label is destroyed, leaving just Champ, he knows that this is important. His father calling him Champ probably wasn’t enough to alert Hesse but it set off alarm bells in his head. Sure enough, it’s not just tools inside the toolbox. The photos and pieces inside don’t mean anything to him, another mystery for him to solve.

“Freeze,“ a voice calls out and Steve pulls his gun without thinking, turning to stare down a blond cop with a gun pointed at him.

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There’s something about Danny that Steve can’t put his finger on. He’s only known him a couple of hours now but he can tell that Danny is a competent detective. He can also tell that Danny is a giant pain in the ass. Still, there’s something else there, something that Steve finds himself drawn to, and the more time that they spend together the more Danny feels like a puzzle that Steve wants to solve.

There’s the obvious things that Steve could find in Danny’s file. He’s a main-lander from New Jersey, he rose quickly through the ranks there until he became a detective, and then he moved to Hawaii where his career has been stagnating. Steve is not overly familiar with the inner workings of HPD, or any police department, but with Danny's record and accolades it seems like he should be doing more than babysitting cases the HPD could never solve.

Then there’s the less obvious things like his love for his daughter, his determination to do the right thing, and his arm band. When they first met Steve has just assumed Danny was wearing the arm band as part of his uniform, but as they spend more and more time together outside of work Steve realizes that he never sees Danny take the band off.

The question starts to burn in him, why? Does Danny not believe in soulmates? Was Rachel his soulmate? Does Danny know who his soulmate is? For some reason the last question feels important. It runs through his mind on the nights that he can’t sleep. Who is Danny’s soulmate?

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It doesn’t take long for Steve to realize what his feelings towards Danny are. It’s an unfamiliar feeling to know that he likes Danny but can’t do anything about it. He’d only ever felt this way before about Freddie but even that had been different. Freddie has already been in a relationship so there would have no point in telling him how he felt.

Danny though, is different. On paper there’s nothing holding Steve back from telling him how he feels but still he can’t bring himself to actually say anything.

A voice in the back of him mind tells him that the issue is the arm bands. It’s been a long time since Steve has thought about his soulmate, but he does still believe in them. Still wants to have that perfect love that so many soulmates talk about. The understanding an acceptance for every facet of himself. When he was younger it felt like a craving, desperately gnawing away at his insides. Now it’s just an ache, a pang of hurt inside him knowing that something is missing. Something he can’t quite put his finger on. Something that he’s never been able to find with anyone else.

But when he’s with Danny that pang dulls.

He’s gotten used to Danny’s touches, the taps on his chest to get his attention, the steady hand on his shoulder as they head into combat, the hugs that last just a moment too long. He savors every one, promising himself that he won’t ask for more but still he wonders, what if he did ask?

The band around his arm starts to feel like a weight he’s dragging around as the months go on. Instead of a means of protection, it starts to feel like a barrier. What is Danny is his soulmate? What if he’ll never know because of these damned sleeves?

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Breaking into the governors mansion, his arrest, and escape, all feel like a background noise as Danny tells him about his relationship with Rachel. That they’ve been having an affair for weeks, that she’s pregnant again and it’s Danny’s, that they were going to run away together. Blood rushes through Steve’s head as he tries to shut it all down, the emotions bubbling up within him at the news. Anger, confusion, doubt. Jealousy.

He knows he says something to Danny, hopefully something comforting, but he doesn’t know what. His body is working on autopilot while his mind tries to seal shut all of the compartments inside of him that are threatening to burst open. It feels like too much. Too much to know all of this and know, finally, that Danny is not his. Danny has never been his.

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Weeks later, Danny is knocking on his door saying Rachel has gone back to Stan, her soulmate, and that the baby isn’t his. Rachel got her math wrong and they’re going to fix their relationship for the sake of the baby.

“I’m so sorry Danny,“ he says because what else can he say? He knew exactly how excited Danny was to have Rachel back, to have his family back, and a baby on the way. Now he has none of that.

“Don’t be,“ Danny says, his voice raw, and Steve pauses, “the entire time, from the moment the affair started. No, from the moment i met Rachel, i always felt like there was something missing.“

Danny’s gaze is piercing, holding him to the spot he stands.

“I never believed in soulmates. My parents aren’t soulmates, i know that it can work. I always told myself that I was going to marry someone that i chose to love, not someone that the universe told me to love. But,“ Danny pauses and takes a deep, bracing breath before continuing, “but there was always something that felt off. I told myself that it was okay, that it wasn’t a big deal. Then i met you, and every time that i’m with you things just feel right.“

Steve can’t breathe. He’s pretty sure he hasn’t breathed since Danny first started talking. The air fills filled with anticipation, his skin feel tight, like he’s bracing on a knife’s edge wondering which way he’s going to fall.

“I just need to try something,“ Danny says when Steve fails to fill the silence.

Danny raises his arm and it’s only now that he realizes that Danny is not wearing his arm band. Seeing the exposed skin of Danny’s arm almost feels wrong, wicked even, to look at this part of Danny that he’s kept hidden for so long. In his other hand Danny hold a pen and Steve watches Danny writes something on his arm.

No sooner has Danny finished than Steve’s arm starts to feel warm under his band. The same kind of warmth like when Danny touches him. His eyes shoot down to his covered arm and finally, he remembers to breathe. It’s been so long since he felt that warmth that he had forgotten how it felt.

“Take your band off,“ Danny says and it almost sounds pleading.

Steve does what Danny says, hooking his thumb under the fabric and pushing it down to his wrist. On the exposed skin ‘Is it you?’ is written in Danny’s handwriting.

“I knew it had to be you,“ Danny says, holding out his own arm with the exact same writing on it. Steve can see tears in his eyes, he knows that his own eyes are misty, but he doesn’t know what to do next. He’d thought about this moment a thousand times, wondering how it would go, but now that it’s here. Now that it’s Danny standing in front of him. He doesn’t know what to do.

Danny reads him like a book, he’s always been able to read Steve so well, and he takes the first step forward instead. “Come here,“ Danny tells him and they fall into each other, lips crashing together in a kiss. It’s not perfect but Steve never wants it to end.

He’s found his soulmate. He’s found Danny. And finally everything feels right.

#erandri writes things #hawaii five o #H50 #mcdanno soulmates AU #mcdanno #h50 fanfic #hey look who finished a fic after *checks notes* two years #full disclosure i had written half of this fic years ago and had it saved in my drafts

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one-step-from-the-beginning · 8 months ago

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I don't post much, but I'm busy in a good way. It also stops me from writing, but that's okay too. Just the phase of life I'm in, I guess. I have plenty of ideas bubbling around so one day I'm sure they'll make it into a narrative others can enjoy, but my priorities lay elsewhere at the moment.

So, here's a little RPF Alex and Scotty, because people seem to like it when I write them.

Let's tie this into my AO3 RPF, The Script/Moments in the Script, and put it somewhere around season 9, the Heat Wave episode. Yes, let's do that! Remember, in this universe the show actually put the characters together in a relationship, so Alex and Scotty get to make.out on set and get paid for it, but they're hiding their relationship from the rest of the world (not well, but they think they're doing it!).

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Alex watches Scott as he strides towards the make up trailer, again. They're filming some scene at the beach and pretending that it's been crazy hot. Which means they keep spraying everyone to look like they're sweating and then needing reset make up.

This is not Alex's problem. Oh no. His problem lies in the fact that they keep hosing Scott down so that his shirt is plastered to his skin, so each contour shows up and is shown off. It's been entirely distracting and so Alex has been keeping his distance and trying not to think about how hot his friend . . . partner . . . co star . . . his Scotty is.

"You good?" Chi asks from alongside Alex. The larger man sits next to him on the picnic table.

"Sure, man just enjoying the view," Alex replies with a wry grin. It's at that moment that Scott steps back out of the trailer, and Alex is fully aware of how that might look to someone who knew about them, but he's pretty confident that they've managed to keep everything hidden.

"Sure, sure," Chi says, with a raised eyebrow and a slight grin to follow. "Are you coming over with Malia and the kids on Sunday, for dinner?"

"Of course, we agreed."

"That was before Scott's schedule changed, though. You usually hang out together if he's here on the weekend." There's no tone or question to Chi's comment and Alex swallows back his immediate defensive response.

"Malia and I are looking forward to it," he says simply.

An hour later, and he and Scott find themselves mostly alone in a sea of crew, while they set up for the next shot. It's quiet where they sit beneath a large tree, enjoying a little ocean breeze.

"Are you free tonight?" Scott asks quietly.

"I've got a couple of hours, yeah." Alex slides his hand between them and interlaces their fingers, squeezing gently but keeping their hands mostly out of sight. "Do you want to go somewhere?"

"My hotel room?" Scott laughs, a soft but seductive chuckle. Alex coughs out a laugh of his own.

"Fair enough. I'll bring the beers."

Scott's thumb begins to stroke softly over Alex's knuckles and Alex shudders a little at the gentleness of it all.

"You were a distraction, earlier, with the wet shirt. Chi almost caught me staring."

"Almost? That's good then."

"Yeah. It's not always fun, hiding this, you. Is it?"

"No," Scott says. "But I already share you more than I'd like, and I don't want to have to share more of you."

There's a possessiveness in Scott's tone that has Alex drawing in a shaky breath. He glances around, checks for onlookers or crew, before raising their joined hands to his lips and kissing Scott's knuckles, one by one.

"Tonight, then," he says, before standing up. He dusts off the seat of his pants and then holds a hand out to lift Scott to his feet as well.

"Tonight," Scott agrees.

They walk back to set together, elbows bumping, their silence saying more to each other than their words ever could.

#hawaii five o #mcdanno lives #o'caan rpf fiction #rpf #scott caan #alex o'loughlin #ao3 #fanfic

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jakeonao3 · 1 year ago

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what's my name

mcdanno, 6.4k words, rated M

“You alright?” Steve doesn't say anything, so Danny asks worriedly, “What’s my name, huh?” Steve looks at Danny’s face, like he’s trying to remember something but it keeps slipping out of his mind. After what feels like hours, Steve says, “Someone important, but I can’t remember who exactly.” Danny swallows a sob, not wanting Steve to feel at fault for not remembering him. or: What if after S09E01 Steve didn't remember who Danny was?

tags under the cut

Additional Tags: Episode: s09e01 Ka Owili Oka'i (Cocoon), Post-Episode: s09e01 Ka Owili Oka'i (Cocoon), Temporary Amnesia, Sad Danny "Danno" Williams, Panic Attacks, Anxiety Attacks, Tani Rey & Danny "Danno" Williams Friendship, Danny "Danno" Williams Needs a Hug, Hurt Danny "Danno" Williams, Hurt Steve McGarrett, Lou Grover & Danny "Danno" Williams Friendship, Love Confessions, kind of, Friendship/Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Misunderstandings, but like for a second, Background Case, Implied/Referenced Torture, Abduction, Kidnapping, Mentions of Blood, First Kiss, Hospitals, Getting Together, Idiots in Love

#mcdanno #mcdanno fanfiction #steve mcgarrett x danny williams #danny williams x steve mcgarrett #mcdanno fanfic #mcdanno fic #steve x danny #danny x steve #steve mcgarrett #daniel williams #danny williams #danno #hawaii five o #hawaii 5 0 #hawaii five 0 #h50 fanfic #h50

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sinclxirx · 2 years ago

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Please hear meout Hawaii Five O Fans!

I need more of Adam Noshimuri in my life!

Does anyone write fanfics about him?

#hawaii five 0 #adam noshimuri #hfo #reader #fanfic #hawaii five o x reader

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roadtogracelandx45 · 1 year ago

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I hate that I have all these ideas but can’t write them yet.

#ash writes #ash rambles #top gun maverick fan fiction #top gun maverick imagines #band of brothers #austin butler! elvis presley imagines #austin butler! elvis presley fan fiction #the outsiders imagines #the outsiders fanfiction #swat imagines #swat fan fiction #hawaii five o fan fiction #hawaii five o imagine #chicago pd imagine #chicago pd fanfic #sons of anarchy imgaines #sons of anarchy fan fiction

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miriam-heddy · 1 year ago

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Let me go meta on characters drooling over muscles in slash fanfic stories…

It bugs me when a writer has the one character ooh and aah over the other guy’s body in really specific detail, calling out specifically defined musculature. In 911, in particular, it throws me right out of the story because Buck doesn’t have a single body shape, does he? Do any of them?

Actors will look noticeably different all the damned time often for no particular plot-driven or character-driven reason, but just because they have bodily autonomy and are human. Sometimes, the actor is prepping for another role. Sometimes, they’ve been warned they’ve got a seminude scene coming. Sometimes, the actors are competing with each other or whatnot (see Stargate SG1). Sometimes, they’re depressed or ill or injured. Oh, and people age, too. (See Hawaii Five O.)

I get that it’s fantasy and erotica and writers often write just to their own personal kinks. I do get that.

But I also tend to wonder if the WRITER thinks Character A is attracted to Character B, period, all the time, or only when they look a certain way. And I often think it’s something younger fans don’t even notice they’re doing.

And now I bring you some varying Oliver Stark as Buck visuals for, um, purely illustrative purposes.

#metaslash #metafandom #muscles in fandom #911 tv #buddie #h50 #mcdanno #bodily autonomy #oliver stark #ryan guzman #stargate sg1

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mrs-williams-1998 · 11 months ago

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Grace: I’m not your little girl anymore. Look at me I’m 16! 16! That’s practically an adult but you still treat me like a little kid!

Danny: (Only sees Grace as the 8 year old girl she was and his baby.)

Steve: Listen to her, Danno.

Danny: She’s still my little girl no matter how old she gets. I still love her.

Steve: No one said you had to stop loving her. Just…..don’t treat her like a kid anymore.

Grace: Yeah. I still love you Dad. Don’t think I don’t. I always will.

Grace: (Hugs Danny.)

Danny: I love you too Sunshine.

Steve: (Trying to hold back tears.) This is beautiful!

Danny: (Rolls his eyes.) Love you too ya big sap!

#fanfic #fandom ships #tv shows #hawaii #hawaii five 0 #mcdanno #family #cbs Hawaii five o

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acklesdiaz · 1 year ago

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I binged 6 seasons of Hawaii five-o in a month and a half. Yesterday, in an imnsonic night, I kept thinking about what would happen if Steve and Danny got drunk and slept together, especially how Danny would freak out the next morning. And a fanfic was born:

"Oh, fuck! Fuck. Fuck." Danny thinks, he slept Steve — his very male, red-blooded, military, American posterboy, Steve McGarrett!

#steve mcgarrett #danny williams #hawaii 5.0 #h50 #mcdanno #apparently I like gay cops #and gay firefighters #my fanfic I guess

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goneahead · 2 years ago

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so **shuffles feet** @cowandcalf and @stephmcx tagged me way back when Tarquinus was still king. In my defense, it was summer and I was summering. (estivation really should be a hobby. just saying)

Five fic recs of my own personal fics (under the cut ‘cuz I got long-winded)

note 1: All of my fic is on Dreamwidth, some of it has been cross-posted to A03.

Click for lists-> Masterpost of A03 fics Masterpost of all my fic

note 2: My dreamwidth account is friend-locked, but you can drop me a DM if you need an invite.

note 3: fic titles are clickable links. The USDA recommends consuming a minimum three fanfics a day in order to stay properly hydrated.

O-Ate-Four

Addams Family and Avengers 530 words

pairing: none, gen

Why I wrote It: Because my muse is a seductive temptress. And also because I’m convinced the Addams family has to exist in the same world where **checks notes** people fight aliens with pointy sticks.

Why you should read it: Natasha, Wednesday, French cemetery. Come on, what else do you need for a perfect Halloween fic?

Talking about pointy sticks, I may have written an entire fic where Hawkeye renovates a cabin. My ability to write truly riveting plots is… questionable😜

Operation: Cupcakes 1,427 words

pairing: Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams but gen

Why I wrote it: Because the only thing better than writing about cupcakes is writing about red velvet cupcakes. No really, thats the plot. Did I mention my riveting plots?😆

Why you should read it: Because there is a serious dearth of McDanno baking fics. And because there are red velvet cupcakes.

Beam Me Up, Danno

Hawaii Five-0 42,995 (including sequel)

Why I wrote it: Either this was a whumptober fic that got out of hand—or my muse tied me up and threatened to put a Ceti eel in my ear if I didn’t write it. Take your pick.

Why you should read it: Because the world needs a Hawaii Five-0 Star Trek AU? Also, there is Cardassian poetry, diplomatic javelining, and aliens that love butter pecan ice cream.

Yes, this is my second ‘Hawaii Five-0 in space’ AU, and I’m totally done writing about aliens. **hides my Hawaii Five-0 MIB wip behind my back**

Care and Feeding of a Super Seal

Hawaii Five-0 59,934 words

pairing: Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams

Why I wrote it: This is my coda for the Hawaii Five 0 finale and all @cowandcalf’s fault. My muse agreed with all her points in this meta she wrote and… stuff happened. Also, I was obsessing thinking in a very normal fashion about how the ohana deserved better, too.

Why you should read it: I did my best to explain the ending, various plot holes the size of an spider crab, and a few other things that have bugged fans over the years. There’s also Steve!whump, some badass!Danny, and a generous sprinkling of ohana. Most importantly, the boys talk about diving, and get their happy ever after.

Beasts and Outlaws note: this fic is only on dreamwidth

Supernatural 145, 622 words

pairing: Dean Winchester/OMC

Why I wrote it: I’ve always wanted a paranormal fic that felt like it was set in the southwest, so I decided to write one cleverly disguised as a Supernatural AU.

Why you should read it: Where else are you going to get a fic with nagueles, rain gods, and the FBI? Also, Old Man Coyote makes a random appearance and Dean’s in love with a were-cougar.

And yes, I wrote a Hawaii Five-0 AU where I turned Chin into a were-leopard but its totally not the same thing😂

tagging: @itwoodbeprefect @simplyn2deep and @herveiwfromthefloor

#answered #goneahead fic #five recs #tag game

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