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75 HOURS

Characters: Steve McGarrett, Danny Williams Genre: hurt/comfort, angst Summary: "No…" Danny fell to his knees in the doorway. He didn't mean to do it, but his legs would not support him any longer. All hope seemed lost at the sight in front of him.

Steve is abducted by a kartel the team is investigating. Will the team find him in time?

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75 Hours - a Hawaii Five-0 fanfiction

Fandom: Hawaii Five-0 (2010) Characters: Steve McGarrett, Danny Williams Prompt: this was written for day 14 of @whumptober, prompt: Left for dead. Word count: 2162 Warnings: contains descriptions of injury, blood, wounds, medical procedures. Implied torture.

A/N: I might be tempted to write a second chapter to this at some point. Let me know if you would be interested in that 😇😁

73 hours and 14 minutes.  That was how long Steve had been missing, presumed abducted by a kartel they had been investigating, and it had been the longest hours of Danny's life. He hadn't slept, apart from a few naps where he had just fallen asleep, exhausted, at his desk whilst going over leads that would hopefully bring them to Steve.

Danny worried for Steve. If they found him, what state would he be in? Would he even still be alive? This kartel wasn't exactly known for being kind to the ones they kept prisoner, or for releasing them alive in that matter. 

73 hours and 20 minutes.  Danny slammed the file on the kartel shut. Too many horrible images of how they had found other abductees of them over the years. He simply refused to accept that something like this could happen to Steve, but he found it more and more difficult to eradicate those thoughts from his mind.  Every minute that passed without them finding him, meant one minute of Steve getting closer to some horrible death. And Danny already believed that the past three days had been anything but pleasant for Steve. 

73 hours and 37 minutes. Commotion, lots of commotion around the station. Why? Had someone finally gotten a useful lead?

"What's going on?" Danny immediately asked as Chin poked his head around the door of his office. "It looks like we’ve found them." Chin had a worried look on his face, though. Danny jumped to his feet, still. "You don't sound hopeful?" Chin shook his head. "There apparently has been much suspicious activity at this abandoned plant, but all of that stopped abruptly this morning according to our witness." "Oh…" Danny felt all his hopes sink into his shoes. He knew what that could mean…

73 hours and 58 minutes. Chin was behind the wheel of the car that now sped down a dirt road, leading up to an old logging plant which had gone out of business several years ago. It was a desolate area, not common for passersby, and otherwise abandoned. Ideal for keeping prisoners and doing shady business, Danny thought.

Danny pushed away his doubts over the witness that had sent them down this trail. Because, how had this anonymous witness come to know about this? And why had they only decided to report this now that all activity had stopped? For now, Danny chose to conveniently forget about those doubts, and clung to the hope that they would find Steve. He didn't even care anymore whether it was unscathed or not, if they just found him. 

74 hours and 5 minutes. Danny jumped out of the car even before it had come to a full stop. He was followed by Chin, Kono and every SWAT agent and police officer that was available.  "Steve!" Danny didn't even care anymore if there still were kartel members here, he just needed to find Steve.

Danny burst into the warehouse of the logging plant. It was a large facility, with many places to hide illegal produce, any prisoners they might have… and dead bodies.

Where most of the other law enforcement members focused on the lower levels, Danny trotted up the stairs to the first floor offices, taking three steps at a time.  Immediately, he had a bad feeling about this. Something about a discarded set of daggers lying around, spent shell casings all over the floor, and array of suspiciously stained leather belts, confirmed all his worst fears.

"Steve?" Danny's voice broke over his friend's name. His attention was drawn to a door, slightly ajar, at the end of a short corridor. An ominous foreboding settled in Danny's chest.

Danny approached cautiously, weapon drawn, and slowly pushed the door open.  All the windows in what appeared to be an office space were boarded up, leaving no way for daylight to come in. But Danny had no trouble seeing what he had feared to see all during the past three days…

74 hours and 15 minutes. "No…" Danny fell to his knees in the doorway. He didn't mean to do it, but his legs would not support him any longer. All hope seemed lost at the sight in front of him. Because, there, in the middle of the room, lay Steve. Left by the kartel, broken, beaten, wounded, and dead or soon to die. 

Steve lay on his side. His torso was bare and the many wounds were clearly visible. His back was bloody with something that looked like whip marks, his arms were littered with cigarette burns, and his chest was covered in lacerations of various depths. A stabwound to his side had caused a pool of blood to form around him. 

Danny crawled over to Steve. "No, no, no…" He stammered under his breath. This could not be happening, not after all their effort to find him, Danny could not accept that Steve was dead.  The kartel had most likely tried everything to get information out of Steve. And whether he had finally given it up or if the torture had rendered him too severely injured, he had ultimately been left for dead. 

Finally, Danny could reach Steve. He reached out a hand for his friend's shoulder. The skin was still somewhat warm to the touch. Danny pressed his fingers against Steve's neck to feel for a pulse. Everything inside him wished to feel the thumping of Steve's heartbeat, but he knew the chances were slim for that.

Thump…. Thump…. Thump….

"Wh–?" Danny lifted his fingers and pressed them to Steve's neck again.

Thump… Thump…. Thump….

"Oh, my god." The heartbeat he felt was only shallow and way too fast, but it was there. Or was it? Or did he only feel it because that was what he wished for so badly? Danny moved his hand gently to the middle of Steve's chest. He tried to ignore the fact that his hands were getting stained with Steve’s blood as he felt for a breath, or how he could feel the wounds to Steve’s chest beneath his fingers. 

But there it was…. Only feebly, but Steve’s chest rose just enough against Danny’s flat hand for him to feel it. Danny released something that held the middle between a sob and a cry in relief. Steve was alive! It might only be just, but he was alive.  Danny swallowed to find his voice back, before he bellowed from the top of his lungs.

"I FOUND HIM! HE’S ALIVE!"

74 hours and 17 minutes.  Steve stirred slightly at the sudden volume of Danny’s voice. He groaned weakly, whimpering against the pain that immediately came back along with the limited amount of consciousness. 

"Don't move." Danny soothed. "We're getting you out, just don’t move." "...D–Danny…" Steve whimpered his friend's name. It wasn't much, but to Danny it was the loudest cry for help he'd ever heard from Steve. "It's me, buddy," he eased, "I'm here." Steve moved his hand ever so slightly, but Danny understood the question. He slipped his hand into Steve's and held it to let Steve know he was there with him. 

Now that there was some form of consciousness to him, Steve's breaths sounded ragged, laced with pain and distress.  "Hey." Danny gave Steve's hand a soft squeeze. "Calm down, help is on the way." Steve opened his eyes just enough to look at Danny sitting next to him. His gaze was glassy and unfocused, but Danny was still glad to see it. Steve's fingers powerlessly curled around Danny's hand, as a shuddering, whimpered breath rolled off his lips.

"Easy." Danny tried to keep himself calm as well. It was scary to see how bad Steve's condition was, and help needed to come quickly now.  "...cold…so cold…" The words hardly made sense as Steve was almost too weak to speak. "Cold, right, I can do something about that." Danny looked around at anything that he could possibly use to cover Steve with and keep him warm.

Apart from a few damaged and empty filing cabinets and a broken desk, nothing else was in the room. Danny remembered seeing a larger office at the beginning of the corridor as he came upstairs, but that meant he would have to leave Steve for a moment, and he wasn't going to do that. 

74 hours and 20 minutes. "Danny?!" Chin's voice sounded along with hurried footsteps up the stairs.  "In here!" Danny called out. Chin's arrival came at the perfect time. "See if you can find a blanket or a jacket."

There were some rummaging sounds, but finally Chin stepped into the room. "Oh, no…" His face fell at the sight in front of him. "Is he…?" "He’s alive," Danny answered, "but we need to get him to a hospital now." Chin swallowed back the apparent lump in his throat. "The paramedics were a few minutes behind us, they should be here by now. I’ll bring them up here." Chin handed Danny the jacket he had found in the other office space, before storming back down the stairs to fetch the paramedics. 

Danny turned his attention back to Steve. He momentarily took his hand out of Steve’s limp grip to drape the jacket over his friend. Steve groaned weakly in discomfort as even the slightest touch hurt him. "I’m sorry," Danny mumbled, "I know it hurts." Steve’s eyes fluttered. His breathing was laboured and uneven, and he had started shivering all over. 

Danny couldn’t do much else than watch his friend deteriorate in front of his eyes and wait for medical help to arrive. "Easy, buddy." Danny gently held Steve’s hand again. "... Danny…" Steve groaned weakly. "I’m here," Danny soothed, "hold on, you’ve got to hold on. You’re not leaving me to fight the criminal population of Hawaii all by myself. You hear me? That’s not going to happen."

Danny wasn’t sure anymore who he was trying to calm down most: Steve or himself. It scared him shitless to see how weak Steve was, and how close he was to losing him altogether. 

74 hours and 25 minutes. The sudden sound of multiple running footsteps up the stairs announced the arrival of the paramedics. "In here!" Danny called out again, even though he knew Chin was leading the way. 

Things happened in a flurry after that. Paramedics gently shoved Danny away and he had no other choice than to let go of Steve. Danny could only watch as the paramedics worked. They inserted an IV-line, hooked Steve up to a heart monitor and applied an oxygen mask. All their faces were very serious, and Danny was once again confronted with how dire this situation was. 

Somewhere in the past minutes, Steve had passed out again. He was completely unresponsive and limp as the paramedics worked to get him stabilised enough to be transported. And maybe it was for the best, because everything would undoubtedly hurt his wounds unbelievably much. 

Danny watched from a little distance, nervously fidgeting his hands together. "Come on, Steve," he mumbled under his breath, "don’t give up now. You can’t leave me like this." He followed every move the paramedics made and listened minutely to every beep of the heart monitor. As long as they continued and the beeps held some sort of rhythm, it meant Steve was still there. 

Finally, after what felt like hours, Steve was loaded onto a gurney. "We need one of you to accompany us to the hospital." One of the paramedics turned to Danny and Chin. Danny exchanged a glance with Chin, but both of them already knew who that was going to be. "That’ll be me," Danny spoke up. The paramedic nodded. "We’ll be leaving right away."

The team of paramedics wheeled Steve out of the room. Danny blew out a deep breath. This wasn’t over yet, not even close, but at least Steve was now getting the help he so desperately needed.  "Keep me posted, will you?" Chin asked before Danny could leave. "Yeah, of course." Danny nodded wearily. "I’ll call you as soon as I know more."

Danny sprinted out of the room and hurried down the stairs two steps at a time.  The paramedics were already loading Steve into the ambulance, and Danny climbed in shortly after them. The sound of the ambulance doors slamming shut and the siren turning on were a strange kind of blessing to him. 

Out of habit, as he had done so many times in the past days, Danny checked his watch. 

75 hours.  The kartel might have left Steve for dead, after putting him through all kinds of torture, but he wasn’t going to die. Danny would make damn sure of that. Steve was now being taken to the best medical care Hawaii had to offer, and Danny would be there every step of the way. Right until the moment Steve would open his eyes again, and Danny would be certain he was going to be alright. 

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Author's note: this fic will get posted onto my AO3 and FF.net account as well in the coming weeks.

[lessthanpure]

Castillo

Fandom: Hawaii 5-0, s2 ep11

Pairing: Danny Williams/Others, Danny Williams/Steve McGarrett (kinda implied for the future)

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, dirty talk

Wordcount: 1134

Rating: Explicit

18+ only

Summary: Danny and Steve have been in the interrogation room with Castillo for a while.

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"I'm not kidding," McGarrett growls at Castillo. Castillo just smiles at him. McGarrett loses his temper and grabs him by the front of his shirt and slams him up against the wall, pressing close to him. "Now-" McGarrett pauses, looking down. Castillo's hard. "What, you get off on this, you sick fuck," McGarrett demands.

"No," Castillo smirks. "I'm hard because I'm imagining your pretty little boyfriend begging for my knot," he says, inclining his head in Danny's direction.

"Excuse me," Danny says, leaning forward and squinting at him slightly. 

"You heard me."

McGarrett slams Castillo's head into the wall.

"Steve, Steve," Danny says, putting his hand on Steve's shoulder. "Let me."

Steve looks at him and lets Castillo go. The cartel leader rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck. "Aw, what's the matter, can't stay away," he taunts.

Danny hits him across the face, bloodying Castillo's smart mouth. 

"Yeah, that's it," Castillo laughs, even as Danny presses his hand into the side of Castillo's face, forcing him against the wall. "That's why I like Alphas. Good amount of fight in them. Come on, you'd look so good with your mouth wrapped around my cock."

"Aren't you married," Danny asks.

"No. Just because I have boys doesn't mean I'm married."

"Boys," Danny questions.

Castillo smiles. "Yeah. Boys."

"You said you had girls. Three daughters."

"Did I? Must have been mistaken," Castillo says. "But that don't change you and I, sweetheart." McGarrett snarls and gets into Castillo's face. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I hit a nerve? Don't worry, you can have him after."

"Steve, relax," Danny lets Castillo go, instead pressing his hands on Steve's chest.

McGarrett pins Danny against the wall and scents him viciously, scrubbing his stubble hard on Danny's cheeks and neck. "Hey, hey, take it easy," Danny gentles, seeing Castillo watching them with lust in his eyes. Steve eventually lets up, but only after Danny's skin is tingling from stubble burn. 

"Take a walk," Danny orders his partner.

"But-"

"Take. A. Walk."

Steve looks into Danny's hard face and backs off. "If you need me, I'll be right outside."

Danny nods, and Steve closes the door behind himself.

"So. Alone at last," Castillo reclaims the seat, lounging in it and spreading his legs. 

"How many boys do you have," Danny asks.

"Three. I wasn't lying about that."

"Where did you put the kids?"

"Don't know."

Danny surges forward, planting one hand on the back of Castillo's chair and pointing the other in his face. "Where. Are they," he grits out.

"You seem tense, sweetheart," Castillo says softly. "I can help with that." He puts his hand on Danny's lower back. The other man jerks slightly, but despite himself, he feels the heat of that hand slightly loosen some of the knots there. "There we go. Good Alpha," Castillo praises.

Danny takes a deep breath. He can smell how much Castillo wants him, and he mentally braces himself. "I- I've never," he starts.

"Never? Not even with your partner," Castillo asks, trying to hide his excitement. This close, Danny can hear his heart pick up. 

"No." Danny slightly curls the hand on the back of Castillo's chair, just brushing the back of Castillo's shoulders. The man rumbles appreciatively. 

"I'll be gentle. Spread you open first," Castillo murmurs. Danny swallows. "Fingers first. I'll go slow. After I open you up on my fingers a bit, I'll use my tongue." That punches a noise out of Danny. "Yeah, you like that," Castillo smirks. "I'll tonguefuck you for so long that you'll be begging for my knot. It wouldn't even hurt." Danny whines, deep in his throat, and tilts his head towards Castillo. Castillo takes the opportunity and seizes his mouth, pressing it open with his tongue. Danny can taste the blood from when he had punched him earlier, and licks over his teeth. Castillo moans. "Look so good hanging off my knot," he barely pulls away to say. 

"Please," Danny whimpers. He lets Castillo pull him into his lap, and he can feel him, hard against his ass. Castillo palms the front of Danny's pants, finding him only half-hard. 

"Now that won't do," Castillo says, going for Danny's belt, but Danny stops him. 

"Come on, we can't until we wrap up this case," Danny reminds him regretfully. Castillo's unfocused eyes seem to clear slightly. "Just tell me where the kids are and we can find a quiet motel."

"Fuck, baby, I don't know. I never knew, that was kinda the point," Castillo pants. 

"Can you guess," Danny murmurs against his mouth, hands on Castillo's shoulders. Castillo grips his hips desperately and whines plaintively. 

"Yeah, yeah I can guess. There's only so many places you can make someone disappear."

"Like," Danny grinds back onto his cock. 

Castillo snarls. "God, um. There's a warehouse."

"On Sand Island," Danny questions, and Castillo nods quickly. 

"Already checked there, nothing. Come on, give me something, I wanna taste your knot so bad."

"Fuck you can't just say things like that," Castillo complains. "There's a cement factory." He rattles off the address, rocking up into Danny. "Now can we go? I'll plug you up nice and tight."

Danny smirks, breaking Castillo's hold and sliding off his lap. Castillo opens his mouth to complain, but then Danny looks like he's going to get on his knees, and he moans. Danny backs up. "No. Now I can go." He turns around and walks out of the room. "Cement factory," he tells Steve as he closes the door.

"You teasing bitch," Castillo roars through the door.

Steve doesn't look Danny in the eyes at all through the raid. Even when the kids are safe and Danny looks at him, trying to catch his eye to share his happiness, Steve's eyes skitter away. Danny corners Steve in Steve's office when they get back.

"What's wrong," Danny asks his best friend and partner. 

"Nothing," Steve replies, shuffling some papers on his desk and talking to it. 

"Steve. You're not leaving until we talk this out."

"I heard you with Castillo, okay," the Alpha blurts out. 

"Okay. And," Danny asks.

Steve flushes, and Danny could almost laugh at him. "You...sounded...like-"

"I sounded like I was working a suspect," Danny cuts him off. "What, did you think I was actually interested in him? Babe, I would never sleep with a criminal."

"A criminal?"

"Hmm?"

"You said because he was a criminal," Steve clarifies. "Not because he's another Alpha?"

"Yes."

"So you would?"

"Would what?"

"Sleep with an Alpha."

"If it was the right Alpha, sure. I've got no problem with it."

"And you wouldn't mind getting knotted," Steve asks.

"Steve. Must you know every detail of my life," Danny complains.

"Yes."

"You first, then."

"I mean, I guess the idea could grow on me."

"Same here."

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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.

[erandri]

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.

---

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.

---

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.

---

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.

---

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.

---

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.

---

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.

---

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?

---

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? 

---

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.

---

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.

[mrs-williams-1998]

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

[one-step-from-the-beginning]

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.

[jakeonao3]

pass me yourself

mcdanno, >1k words, rated M

They're having dinner at Steve's when something happens that makes Danny make the first move. or: Steve presses against him to get a spoon and Danny turns around and kisses him.

tags uder the cut

Additional Tags: First Kiss, These Idiots, Idiots in Love, Love, Affection, Affectionate Insults, Making Out, Grinding, Dry Humping, Sex Talk, kind of, Dinner, Cooking, Affectionate Danny "Danno" Williams, Affectionate Steve McGarrett, Domestic Steve McGarrett/Danny "Danno" Williams, Resolved Romantic Tension, Implied Sexual Content

[queenofthetired]

Looking for a lost fiction

Hey. I’m looking for a Mcdanno fanfiction, it’s ABO (alpha beta and omega) where a new agent joins the team (I think by the governors request). The new agent takes a liking to Danny (who’s an omega) and Steve (alpha) gets very jealous and territorial.

[sinclxirx]

Please hear meout Hawaii Five O Fans!

I need more of Adam Noshimuri in my life!

Does anyone write fanfics about him?

[roadtogracelandx45]

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

[gildedliliess]

Quick Link!

maria. eighteen. libra.

writer. outer banks.

hawaii five o. lana del rey.

red is my color <3

[marsmokii]

i love when i accidentally click on a writer’s profile on ao3 and end up seeing that their works are from the most eclectic, inconceivable, unhinged list of fandoms

[miriam-heddy]

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.

[mrs-williams-1998]

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!

[acklesdiaz]

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!