Meme: Timestamp Commentfic
Choose one of my fics and give me a timestamp - e.g. two weeks before or five years later - and I'll write you a commentfic telling you what happened.
My fic masterlist can be found here. If and when I ever get more fic on it, I'll probably do this again (depending on the turnout). I've never done commentfic before, so we'll see how this works out
My fic masterlist can be found here. If and when I ever get more fic on it, I'll probably do this again (depending on the turnout). I've never done commentfic before, so we'll see how this works out
Okay, the date. Well, they have to wait until Danny's all better, and Danny waits just a bit longer, so his nose isn't all Rudolph-y and he knows for sure he isn't contagious. And then he and Claude meet up at the place they decide on (they live in the same building, but, y'know, Claude is still technically seventeen and Danny doesn't know this but mostly everyone does, including nosy Madame Dufresne, and Claude Does Not Want Danny in trouble). It's a really swanky place, and they sit and order a meal, and then Danny orders wine, and Claude panicks.
Because his ID still says he's seventeen. Fuck. Shit. Dammit. Other words that express frustration. Danny's ordered a whole bottle of wine and Claude's about to get carded, he just knows it, and then it'll all go to shit.
He somehow manages to convince Danny to get just a glass, he doesn't like wine, really, he'll be okay with water. And Danny's all sorta ohkay? And the waiter is all SHRUG at Danny and he gets a glass instead. But Danny's amazing and doesn't ask Claude what the deal was, why he'd panicked like that (because Claude's face turns bright red at, like, the drop of a hat, never mind when he's actually freaking out about something).
At least, not until after dinner. Claude thought for sure he was going to get a kiss (kiss! Lips! Danny!), and then Danny is all 'Can I see your ID?' all BOMBSHELL END OF THE WORLD on Claude, except he says it really, really tentatively, like he's worried just asking it will scare Claude off, and like that's the last thing he wants.
And that's why Claude pulls out his ID and shows it to him, only . . .
"You're twenty-three," Danny says, sort of stupidly. And Claude blinks at him and grabs it back and stares at it, and he is.
". . . Huh," he says. "I am."
"You didn't know?"
Fuck.
So then Claude feels like he has to spill. He's heard all these horror stories about, like, lies and secrets and shit ruining relationships, so he tells him about Frank, and even calls the guy, and Frank is all OMG HI CLAUDE ARE YOU WITH DANNYBOY DID THE AGING WORK OUT FOR YOU and it's on speakerphone so that's the first thing Danny hears, and he's all . . . oh. Oh. Wow. That's just. Weird.
And at first Claude's all fuck, now I'm fucked, and Frank's sorta like . . . oops? And Danny's like, Uhh, okay, I guess . . .
And . . . I'm not sure what happens then. Kissing? Sex? Happily Ever After? ONLY TIME WILL TELL. OR SOMETHING.
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