Seven Lines Meme
Stealing this Seven Lines Meme which is cropping up on my f*list - Basically unearth those WIP's you have hidden in folders -
Seven Lines from the Seventh Page of Seven WIP's (or thereabouts) Doing this I realised I have a lot of WIP's, some will never see the light of day
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The Brand - Can’t decide if I like this one or not, might scrap it all and begin again. - Steve/Danny, Dom/sub, branding
Steve didn't say anything, just looked up at him with trust reflected on his face. Oke came back with a cloth moist with antiseptic and rubbed it against Steve's thigh, making sure to clean the area properly, leaving it to dry before going to the irons.
“All right, let’s begin. Steven I don't have to tell you this will hurt. We got you tied up nice and secure but it’s in your best interest to lie still.”
Danny moved around Steve so he stood at the head of him, looking into his eyes.
“Be over soon baby,” Danny assured him. “Be sure to keep that chain secure. Don’t want your dick in the way do you.”
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Petals and Ink sequel - Danny/Steve, Mary
“Jesus,” Danny whispered under his breath.
Mary went around the bed, taking Steve’s hand. Danny came to the other side and took in every detail. Mary leant over, pressing a soft kiss to Steve’s forehead which seemed the least bruised part of him. Steve looked like he was sleeping but he stirred a little at Mary’s touch and she gave a watery smile as he opened his eyes and blinked up at her.
“Mare,” He croaked. Danny’s felt his chest tighten at the sound, Steve sounded in pain, his voice like shard glass. “Hey.”
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Mermaid - Case!Fic, Team!fic
“Actually a small needle,” Max replied, blinking at him before returning his concentration to his explanation. The marks are all two inches apart, from hip bone to two inches above her knees. On her calves the same thing, two inches apart, two inches below her knees to two inches above her ankles. I would say, looking at the healing of the skin, that the stitching is perhaps four to five days old.”
“She went missing five days ago,” Steve said, folding his arms and looking at Max closely.
“Wait, you said the skin around the stitches were healing,” Danny said, waving his hand with a look of horror and realisation. “Are you - are you telling me he did this to her while she was alive?”
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New Dawn sequel - Danny is in a POW camp, clinging to hope of rescue
The early days of the camp had forced him to deal with his claustrophobia, but towards the end of his solitary confinement he felt he was going stir crazy from the same four walls. He clung to memories of Steve promising to come back for him as his only means of getting through each mind numbing hour.
Then one day they’d opened his cell door and he’d emerged weak, filthy and feeling like a mangy dog. He cried when he showered, even though the water was freezing, because someone sneaked him a piece of soap and a dull razor blade. It was good to feel clean again, to be free again even if he was still a prisoner
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H50/Captain America - Haven’t titled this one and not sure if it will get finished or ever posted - Steve and Danny attend a function where the guest of honor is Captain Steve Rodgers, Steve’s childhood hero.
"Okay one, you've acted like an asshole with me all night," Danny pointed out. "And two, last time I checked that guy was one of your all time favourite heroes, yet you're acting like - like he's a dick."
"No I'm not," Steve denied with a shake of his head. "What do you want from me Danny? To act like a little school kid around him? I'm a grown up."
"Yeah, you are," Danny nodded. "But you're acting like a jerk tonight. He's a nice guy, you could have been polite."
"I was polite," Steve said, looking offended.
Danny sighed loudly and rolled his eyes, turning away. "You know what, fuck it. I don't know what kind of reaction I was expecting from you anyway."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Steve questioned as they headed back towards the mansion.
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Early fic set in my Possession verse - DomSteve/subDanny - getting intimate for the first time
“I know it’s been a while,” Steve said, reaching up with his free hand to brush his gloved fingers against Danny’s forehead which he realised was creased in concentration. The soft touch chased away the frown as he relaxed, reminding himself that he was safe, that he trusted this man. “You’re doing great.”
The smile Steve gave him was warm and encouraging, Danny felt himself flush under the gaze, that old familiar feeling of wanting to please settling inside him. The urge to submit palpable as he relaxed himself to bend his entire being to Steve’s will.
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Break me down, Build me up verse - Had this written for a while, a draft of a version of events from Steve’s and Victor’s POV
Victor had decided to change Danny Williams. From the beginning the idea of breaking this man had been part of his drive. All to punish Steve McGarrett. Why go out to try and kill the man, when he could hurt him this way. What a victory it would be to see McGarrett's face when he discovered this new Danny. Daniel. It was a slow process, but Victor enjoyed watching the changes. They came slowly and without Danny even realising what was happening.
Like a puppet on a string.
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AU fic, Danny is a powerful ruler, with a large harem of slaves, including his prize possession Steve and Chin - wrote this a long long time ago, don’t know that I’ll ever post it.
He let his fingers roam further upwards, up over the crease of his thighs to his hips, thin and sinewy, the 'v' of his abdomen muscles dipping down to his groin, a thick thatch of dark hair there, covering his cock and balls. Steve was a privileged slave, all the others were painstakingly kept free of hair, save for their heads unless they fell from Danny's grace. when a slave had their head shaved, it was a sign of their disgrace and they were promptly removed from the harem and cast out from the palace into the streets. Steve was only shaved on the chest, back, underarms, legs, everywhere but his head and cock. Danny traced the lines of muscles, thumbs pressing to feel the tight firmness under his touch as he massaged the pads in small, gentle circles.