Genderbender Ficlet
Paring: Danny/Girl!Steve
Genre: AU
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: Genderbending, otherwise, none.
Summary: I mention earlier this morning that I'd wanted to write some smut with women, and since het ships on H50 are few and far between, I'd considered but found the possibility of Girl!Steve too difficult.
Well not one hour later those fickle little bitches the muses decided to laugh in my face by gripping me with a plot bunny fluffier than a dozen kittens playing in a field of marshmallow peeps!
For swing-set13 for providing inspiration with her AU Masterlist.
Kono and Chin left a little while ago, and they stayed through the sunset to cuddle in the giant lounge chair on the lanai.
Danny is buzzed on Longboards and feeling of Steph's fingers massaging his scalp. He has his hand under the edge of her cuff drawing circles on her knee.
Never thought he'd see the day when he longed for the professionalism of cargo pants, because, over time, she graduated to nylon capri's, more often than not, with a sport bikini underneath.
“Danny?”
“Hm?” he answers lazily.
“Um...we're in this for good, right?” she asks with uncharacteristic hesitation.
He blames it on the beer that he didn't catch on that something was up, but, like a schmuck, he simply chuckles and answers, “Of course, ya goof.”
Then he realizes what's about to happen half a second before it does.
“So would you marry me?” Steph mutters behind him.
“No, no, no, no,” he leaps stick straight out of the chair pointing a judgmental finger at her, “Just...NO!!!”
In his rush to convey his objection to what just happened, he fails to notice what it sounds like he's saying until she answers, “Okay, my mistake.”
Most women with the aggressive sort of personality usually found in military and law enforcement would go on the offensive and cover the vulnerability with anger, but Steph doesn't even try to hide it. She's doing Kicked Puppy Face which is getting worse by the second, and, holy shit, it looks like she might actually cry.
That instantly kicks his panic level from Frustrated to Imminent Heart Attack because dealing with a woman crying is uncomfortable enough, but dealing with a gun toting, explosive loving, real-life GI Jane crying is something he is absolutely NOT prepared for.
Danny sputters for a second before he manages to get out, “I ask you!!! This...wrong...wrong!”
He spent the first three years of his life mastering complete sentences, and Steph McGarrett manages to erase it in three seconds.
Evidently she agrees because she's looking at him like he's insane, although it's still better than the possibility of tears.
He runs his fingers through his hair with a long suffering sigh before he reaches to grasp what's in his pocket.
Six weeks.
He carried the damned thing around every day for six weeks because he couldn't figure out how to do this.
Last time he went with the classic down on one knee, but he didn't know if Steph would appreciate it or if she'd laugh at him. Though, now that the issue is hindsight, he knows that the answer is probably “both.”
Although he put it in his pocket today like every other day, because he knew that if it were anywhere other than with him she'd find it some how. However, they were so busy wrapping up the case and then decompressing as a team afterward that he actually hadn't thought about doing it that day.
The one day he doesn't think about it.
“You couldn't wait?” he asks when he finally regains his basic speech abilities.
“Of course, you couldn't,” he answers his own rhetorical question as he pulls the velvet box out, “I don't know why I expected otherwise. You don't wait for me before taking on heavily armed suspects, so why would this be any different?”
By now he has the box open and has shown her what's inside, and he can't even bring himself to continue the rant because she's staring at him like the floor just fell out from under her.
There's an awkward silence for two seconds before she barrels into him wrapping her ridiculously long legs around his waist, and, although he does stumble back a couple steps, he supports her weight, damnit! Because he doesn't spend 2 hours a week sparring and working the punching bags at the HPD gym to be knocked on his ass by his girlfriend even if she is a 6 foot 1, 150 pound, pure muscled Amazon.
Especially not after she beat him to the punch with the marriage proposal.
She leans down to kiss him and the position isn't awkward for them since they have to do this all the time.
Once they pull away she grins at him, “So I'll take that as a 'yes'”
“I asked you!” he argues, to which she just laughs, and, dear lord, he's never going to live this down. Although, he can't even bring himself to care because she's smiling and her eyes are all soft and it melts his heart almost as quickly as when Grace smiles at him that way.
He's been saying ever since they met that Steph McGarrett is going to be the death of him. Now he's more convinced of the possibility than ever, but it's a risk he'll gladly take for the rest of his life.
END
Notes: Perhaps the fluff came in anticipation of a painful finale, I don't know.
As for the character of Girl!Steve, I suspect most people will find her too soft, but I didn't want to fall into the trap of doing the cliche hard as nails, chip on her shoulder, 'God help you if you dare suggest anything about me is womanly, though, I know you want to fuck me' female version of a masculine character.
Besides, canon Steve isn't a mean, nasty SOB, actually the Steve/Danny ship generally thinks that he's all squishy underneath, so I don't see this as any more out of character than most fandom portrayals of male Steve.
Let me know what you guys think.
Genre: AU
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: Genderbending, otherwise, none.
Summary: I mention earlier this morning that I'd wanted to write some smut with women, and since het ships on H50 are few and far between, I'd considered but found the possibility of Girl!Steve too difficult.
Well not one hour later those fickle little bitches the muses decided to laugh in my face by gripping me with a plot bunny fluffier than a dozen kittens playing in a field of marshmallow peeps!
For swing-set13 for providing inspiration with her AU Masterlist.
Kono and Chin left a little while ago, and they stayed through the sunset to cuddle in the giant lounge chair on the lanai.
Danny is buzzed on Longboards and feeling of Steph's fingers massaging his scalp. He has his hand under the edge of her cuff drawing circles on her knee.
Never thought he'd see the day when he longed for the professionalism of cargo pants, because, over time, she graduated to nylon capri's, more often than not, with a sport bikini underneath.
“Danny?”
“Hm?” he answers lazily.
“Um...we're in this for good, right?” she asks with uncharacteristic hesitation.
He blames it on the beer that he didn't catch on that something was up, but, like a schmuck, he simply chuckles and answers, “Of course, ya goof.”
Then he realizes what's about to happen half a second before it does.
“So would you marry me?” Steph mutters behind him.
“No, no, no, no,” he leaps stick straight out of the chair pointing a judgmental finger at her, “Just...NO!!!”
In his rush to convey his objection to what just happened, he fails to notice what it sounds like he's saying until she answers, “Okay, my mistake.”
Most women with the aggressive sort of personality usually found in military and law enforcement would go on the offensive and cover the vulnerability with anger, but Steph doesn't even try to hide it. She's doing Kicked Puppy Face which is getting worse by the second, and, holy shit, it looks like she might actually cry.
That instantly kicks his panic level from Frustrated to Imminent Heart Attack because dealing with a woman crying is uncomfortable enough, but dealing with a gun toting, explosive loving, real-life GI Jane crying is something he is absolutely NOT prepared for.
Danny sputters for a second before he manages to get out, “I ask you!!! This...wrong...wrong!”
He spent the first three years of his life mastering complete sentences, and Steph McGarrett manages to erase it in three seconds.
Evidently she agrees because she's looking at him like he's insane, although it's still better than the possibility of tears.
He runs his fingers through his hair with a long suffering sigh before he reaches to grasp what's in his pocket.
Six weeks.
He carried the damned thing around every day for six weeks because he couldn't figure out how to do this.
Last time he went with the classic down on one knee, but he didn't know if Steph would appreciate it or if she'd laugh at him. Though, now that the issue is hindsight, he knows that the answer is probably “both.”
Although he put it in his pocket today like every other day, because he knew that if it were anywhere other than with him she'd find it some how. However, they were so busy wrapping up the case and then decompressing as a team afterward that he actually hadn't thought about doing it that day.
The one day he doesn't think about it.
“You couldn't wait?” he asks when he finally regains his basic speech abilities.
“Of course, you couldn't,” he answers his own rhetorical question as he pulls the velvet box out, “I don't know why I expected otherwise. You don't wait for me before taking on heavily armed suspects, so why would this be any different?”
By now he has the box open and has shown her what's inside, and he can't even bring himself to continue the rant because she's staring at him like the floor just fell out from under her.
There's an awkward silence for two seconds before she barrels into him wrapping her ridiculously long legs around his waist, and, although he does stumble back a couple steps, he supports her weight, damnit! Because he doesn't spend 2 hours a week sparring and working the punching bags at the HPD gym to be knocked on his ass by his girlfriend even if she is a 6 foot 1, 150 pound, pure muscled Amazon.
Especially not after she beat him to the punch with the marriage proposal.
She leans down to kiss him and the position isn't awkward for them since they have to do this all the time.
Once they pull away she grins at him, “So I'll take that as a 'yes'”
“I asked you!” he argues, to which she just laughs, and, dear lord, he's never going to live this down. Although, he can't even bring himself to care because she's smiling and her eyes are all soft and it melts his heart almost as quickly as when Grace smiles at him that way.
He's been saying ever since they met that Steph McGarrett is going to be the death of him. Now he's more convinced of the possibility than ever, but it's a risk he'll gladly take for the rest of his life.
END
Notes: Perhaps the fluff came in anticipation of a painful finale, I don't know.
As for the character of Girl!Steve, I suspect most people will find her too soft, but I didn't want to fall into the trap of doing the cliche hard as nails, chip on her shoulder, 'God help you if you dare suggest anything about me is womanly, though, I know you want to fuck me' female version of a masculine character.
Besides, canon Steve isn't a mean, nasty SOB, actually the Steve/Danny ship generally thinks that he's all squishy underneath, so I don't see this as any more out of character than most fandom portrayals of male Steve.
Let me know what you guys think.