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27th September 2012

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Danny has his own blog too you know... →

And annavainen has made Quinn to go with him too :)

Tagged: dannyquinnutopian AU

9th September 2012

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Tagged: dannyquinnamelieutopian AU

10th July 2012

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They’d lived at Danny’s flat for about five years when Amelie arrived. It was a good-sized flat with the second bedroom converted into Quinn’s office and a kitchen with a separate dining area big enough to have friends over for dinner. It even had a small balcony where Quinn often sat in the evenings reading while Danny cooked. It was home, the only one they’d ever had together but…it was not really the right kind of a place for a child.
Financially they were pretty well off, with Danny having taken ownership of the bakery the year before and Quinn teaching full-time. They’d made small improvements to the flat over the years and Quinn was confident that it would fetch a nice price, cutting down on the amount they would need to borrow for the new house.
In the end, it was much simpler than they’d imagined. The house of their dreams turned out to be on the outskirts of town, a hundred-year-old wooden building that had been completely transformed on the inside into an environment-friendly experiment by the previous owners. The asking price was ridiculously low in Kirkwall standards, the sale price from the flat would cover nearly three quarters of it. Danny was suspicious, it did look too good to be true but after the estate agent explained that there simply was no market for eco-friendly houses, everyone wanted new and modern houses, all glass and steel and that if the house didn’t sell it would just stand empty as the owners had moved away to Starkhaven and did not plan to return.
At first Amelie slept with her parents, snuggled up close between them in their bed but gradually she expressed interest in the room set out for her and soon after her second birthday she slept in her own bed every night. Amelie’s room was the small bedroom next to Danny and Quinn’s, it only contained her bed and a drawer for her clothes, a box for toys and a small shelf with books.
Danny was hardly surprised Amelie turned out to be a voracious reader, best case of nurture over nature I’ve ever seen, he laughed affectionately, watching Quinn sit cross-legged on the floor with Amelie reading one book after another to her.
Soon she had outgrown her little room and Danny and Correm started the renovation of the spare room downstairs. The room had a huge bay window and two smaller ones so it was full of natural light which mean fewer lamps and less electricity used. They built a floor-to-ceiling bookcase on one of the walls and over Quinn’s horrified protests that Amelie would fall down and break her neck, installed a ladder so she could reach the top shelves. Come on, you know she would climb up the shelves otherwise, the ladder at least is somewhat safe. One had to use logic with Quinn and Danny knew his redhead extremely well, knew exactly what argument to use to get things done. So up the ladder went.
It soon became Amelie’s favourite pastime, she asked for her favourite books to be put on the top shelf so she would have to climb the ladder to reach them. When Quinn read ‘Hogfather’ to her, she wanted the ladder to have wheels like in Death’s library so she could whizz from one end of the shelf to another - one of the many occasions Danny and Quinn had to quickly restrain their daughter’s wild imagination and explain that a) her bookshelf was not big enough for such contraption, b) even if it wasn’t, she was too small and c) because they said ‘no’. She moped around for a day or two afterwards and Danny was beside himself with worry that they had managed to traumatize her already and asked Quinn’s father for advice. Malcolm smiled and poured Danny another cup of coffee and explained that Quinn once had refused to come out of his bedroom for an entire weekend when they had to explain to him that no, he could not have a dinosaur for a pet. Malcolm’s advice was sound, as always, the next day Amelie hugged both her parents in apology and never mentioned the matter again.
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They’d lived at Danny’s flat for about five years when Amelie arrived. It was a good-sized flat with the second bedroom converted into Quinn’s office and a kitchen with a separate dining area big enough to have friends over for dinner. It even had a small balcony where Quinn often sat in the evenings reading while Danny cooked. It was home, the only one they’d ever had together but…it was not really the right kind of a place for a child.

Financially they were pretty well off, with Danny having taken ownership of the bakery the year before and Quinn teaching full-time. They’d made small improvements to the flat over the years and Quinn was confident that it would fetch a nice price, cutting down on the amount they would need to borrow for the new house.

In the end, it was much simpler than they’d imagined. The house of their dreams turned out to be on the outskirts of town, a hundred-year-old wooden building that had been completely transformed on the inside into an environment-friendly experiment by the previous owners. The asking price was ridiculously low in Kirkwall standards, the sale price from the flat would cover nearly three quarters of it. Danny was suspicious, it did look too good to be true but after the estate agent explained that there simply was no market for eco-friendly houses, everyone wanted new and modern houses, all glass and steel and that if the house didn’t sell it would just stand empty as the owners had moved away to Starkhaven and did not plan to return.

At first Amelie slept with her parents, snuggled up close between them in their bed but gradually she expressed interest in the room set out for her and soon after her second birthday she slept in her own bed every night. Amelie’s room was the small bedroom next to Danny and Quinn’s, it only contained her bed and a drawer for her clothes, a box for toys and a small shelf with books.

Danny was hardly surprised Amelie turned out to be a voracious reader, best case of nurture over nature I’ve ever seen, he laughed affectionately, watching Quinn sit cross-legged on the floor with Amelie reading one book after another to her.

Soon she had outgrown her little room and Danny and Correm started the renovation of the spare room downstairs. The room had a huge bay window and two smaller ones so it was full of natural light which mean fewer lamps and less electricity used. They built a floor-to-ceiling bookcase on one of the walls and over Quinn’s horrified protests that Amelie would fall down and break her neck, installed a ladder so she could reach the top shelves. Come on, you know she would climb up the shelves otherwise, the ladder at least is somewhat safe. One had to use logic with Quinn and Danny knew his redhead extremely well, knew exactly what argument to use to get things done. So up the ladder went.

It soon became Amelie’s favourite pastime, she asked for her favourite books to be put on the top shelf so she would have to climb the ladder to reach them. When Quinn read ‘Hogfather’ to her, she wanted the ladder to have wheels like in Death’s library so she could whizz from one end of the shelf to another - one of the many occasions Danny and Quinn had to quickly restrain their daughter’s wild imagination and explain that a) her bookshelf was not big enough for such contraption, b) even if it wasn’t, she was too small and c) because they said ‘no’. She moped around for a day or two afterwards and Danny was beside himself with worry that they had managed to traumatize her already and asked Quinn’s father for advice. Malcolm smiled and poured Danny another cup of coffee and explained that Quinn once had refused to come out of his bedroom for an entire weekend when they had to explain to him that no, he could not have a dinosaur for a pet. Malcolm’s advice was sound, as always, the next day Amelie hugged both her parents in apology and never mentioned the matter again.

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Tagged: dannyquinnamelieutopian AU

Source: periodliving.co.uk

6th July 2012

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He had looked at dozens of apartments before this one, none of them quite right. Everything was too small, too big, too expensive or too run-down - then Quinn had heard from Wendy that a friend of her parents’ had a loft that they wanted a tenant for and he had insisted Danny ask to see it. He had protested at first, surely the loft would be too expensive, it was in Hightown after all but when Wendy had joined in to say he would be a fool not to at least have a look Danny knew he had lost. He’d fallen in love at first sight of the loft, with its huge, old windows and wooden floors, it would be full of natural light even in winter. To his surprise, the rent was more than reasonable and upon hearing he was friends with Wendy, the landlord had decreased it even further - completely ignoring Danny’s protests that he really should pay whatever any tenant would, he deserved no special treatment. The only condition for the low rent was that Danny stay at least three years, to which he readily agreed - he longed for stability in any case.
He didn’t have much in the way of furniture, a bed, table and two chairs, a small bookshelf and a TV, the flat having a small but well-equipped kitchen and a suprisingly large bathroom. It was more than enough for him and for the times when Quinn stayed over, they spent most of their time lounging on the bed anyway as he didn’t have a couch.
In the end he stayed almost five years there, by the time he moved the bookcase had grown to a full-sized one and he had bought a new chest of drawers too with extra space for Quinn’s things.
*****
For sweet annavainen

He had looked at dozens of apartments before this one, none of them quite right. Everything was too small, too big, too expensive or too run-down - then Quinn had heard from Wendy that a friend of her parents’ had a loft that they wanted a tenant for and he had insisted Danny ask to see it. He had protested at first, surely the loft would be too expensive, it was in Hightown after all but when Wendy had joined in to say he would be a fool not to at least have a look Danny knew he had lost. He’d fallen in love at first sight of the loft, with its huge, old windows and wooden floors, it would be full of natural light even in winter. To his surprise, the rent was more than reasonable and upon hearing he was friends with Wendy, the landlord had decreased it even further - completely ignoring Danny’s protests that he really should pay whatever any tenant would, he deserved no special treatment. The only condition for the low rent was that Danny stay at least three years, to which he readily agreed - he longed for stability in any case.

He didn’t have much in the way of furniture, a bed, table and two chairs, a small bookshelf and a TV, the flat having a small but well-equipped kitchen and a suprisingly large bathroom. It was more than enough for him and for the times when Quinn stayed over, they spent most of their time lounging on the bed anyway as he didn’t have a couch.

In the end he stayed almost five years there, by the time he moved the bookcase had grown to a full-sized one and he had bought a new chest of drawers too with extra space for Quinn’s things.

*****

For sweet annavainen

Tagged: utopian AUdannyquinnficletwritingmine

Source: expensivelife

11th June 2012

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Danny was hardly ever sick, playing baseball pretty much guaranteed you had to eat well and train regularly and generally look after yourself. But an unfortunate side effect of moving from playing to coaching little kids was that the kids were forever ill with one thing or another. 
It started with just a little queasiness, easily passed off as nerves before the big game but it just worsened during the day to the point where he was ready to throw up at the sight of food at the end of it. So, here he was, lying on the sofa in Quinn’s living room with a save-the-whales throw over him and a mug of mint and ginger tea on the small table. 
Quinn had insisted there was no way Danny was allowed to go home in his state, and definitely no talk of going to work tomorrow - he would call Coach Anderson himself and explain the situation. Danny hadn’t the strength to put up a fight, what with the running to the bathroom to throw up any little thing he’d managed to put in his mouth all day and lying bone weary on the sofa afterwards - he hated to admit it but it was actually quite nice to have Quinn fuss over him like that. 
Quinn had to go to his morning lecture but Wendy offered to stay behind to keep Danny company and the two of them ended up with a enjoyable morning watching old black-and-white cartoons on TV and drinking her special nettle-and-mint tea, Danny even managed to nibble on a piece of toast without throwing up. By the time Quinn returned, he felt well enough to get up and have a shower but had to lie back down afterwards with exhaustion.
It took two whole days before he was well again. It was both the worst and the best time, being sick was horrible but spending uninterrupted time with Quinn was special and wonderful. But he avoided anything with mint for a long time after. 
For my precious annavainen who is home sick <3

Danny was hardly ever sick, playing baseball pretty much guaranteed you had to eat well and train regularly and generally look after yourself. But an unfortunate side effect of moving from playing to coaching little kids was that the kids were forever ill with one thing or another. 

It started with just a little queasiness, easily passed off as nerves before the big game but it just worsened during the day to the point where he was ready to throw up at the sight of food at the end of it. So, here he was, lying on the sofa in Quinn’s living room with a save-the-whales throw over him and a mug of mint and ginger tea on the small table. 

Quinn had insisted there was no way Danny was allowed to go home in his state, and definitely no talk of going to work tomorrow - he would call Coach Anderson himself and explain the situation. Danny hadn’t the strength to put up a fight, what with the running to the bathroom to throw up any little thing he’d managed to put in his mouth all day and lying bone weary on the sofa afterwards - he hated to admit it but it was actually quite nice to have Quinn fuss over him like that. 

Quinn had to go to his morning lecture but Wendy offered to stay behind to keep Danny company and the two of them ended up with a enjoyable morning watching old black-and-white cartoons on TV and drinking her special nettle-and-mint tea, Danny even managed to nibble on a piece of toast without throwing up. By the time Quinn returned, he felt well enough to get up and have a shower but had to lie back down afterwards with exhaustion.

It took two whole days before he was well again. It was both the worst and the best time, being sick was horrible but spending uninterrupted time with Quinn was special and wonderful. But he avoided anything with mint for a long time after. 

For my precious annavainen who is home sick <3

Tagged: dannyquinnutopian AUficletwritingmine

3rd June 2012

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forever90s:

Matilda was left alone. That was how she liked it.

It was a Sunday and Amelie woke up early - well, she always did but today even earlier than usual. She tiptoed across the room to the door and opened it just a crack so she could see into the corridor. Her parents’ bedroom was just across from hers with the door slightly ajar as always and she strained to hear any evidence that they would be awake. Upon hearing none, Amelie slipped out of her room and nearly stepped on Archie sprawled on the floor. She froze, what if Archie would make noise and wake the grownups? But Archie just flicked an ear and went back to sleep - there was no point in getting up as he wouldn’t be fed before Quinn got up anyway. Breathing a sigh of relief Amelie made her way down the stairs as quiet as she could, not until she was all the way through to the kitchen did she relax. Now they wouldn’t hear her - well, unless she dropped all the pans or something but she just had to be careful not to do that.   

Right. Eggs, flour, milk, sugar, butter and…yes, daddy always puts a little salt in too, he says it makes everything better! Amelie ran through the list of ingredients in her mind as she climbed on the stool to reach the cupboard, being careful not to drop anything. Next, equipment. Danny kept a well-organised kitchen so it was easy for Amelie to find what she needed. 

There was a section of the counter that was lower than the rest of it, it had been put in specifically for her - and today Amelie was very grateful for it, it would have been more challenging to do this if one would have to stand on a stool. She hesitated for a moment - would she know exactly how much of everything she needed? - before smiling to herself, of course she would, daddy’s measuring cups were colour-coded! He’d explained it to her once, when she’d asked. 

See, you’re still little my precious, and it’s going to be a while before you know all the different numbers and amounts and what they mean. So instead of you having to figure out how much is a one-and-a-half, you just take the green one - which is for one full measure - and the red one which is for the half measure. Then when you’re helping me, you don’t have to worry about doing the wrong thing. 

Daddy was good like that, making things easy without making Amelie feel bad that she couldn’t do something like the grownups. It was a good thing too because this surprise had to go right, it was a special day for her parents and she wanted to do this for them. 

She measured the ingredients, double-checking that she was using the right-coloured cups, and mixed it all together with the whisk, that bit was a little tiring but she didn’t dare use the electric mixer for it would have made too much noise so she paused for a moment to catch her breath and continued until the batter looked the way it should do. The next part was tricky, she’d never used the griddle without daddy, so she would have to be very very careful and not burn herself - or anything else - and to make sure she turned it off afterwards. 

Humming to herself Amelie poured a small amount of batter onto the hot griddle and waited, daddy had explained that you would have to be patient with pancakes, you had to leave them alone until they bubbled and only then would you turn them over, otherwise you would just end up with a lot of batter splattered around the kitchen. But how do I know the other side is ready, there won’t be any bubbles? she had asked concerned, and daddy had ruffled her hair and showed her how you could see from the side when the batter had lost its white colour and then you knew that it would be ready on the inside too. 

Six pancakes, two for each of them. Six fluffy, golden pancakes on the plate next to the griddle. Amelie looked on with pride, of her parents would be so surprised! But there was still work to be done before she was ready, she had to make sure the griddle was turned off and all the washing-up was in the sink and all the ingredients back in the cupboard. She checked that there was no flour on the counter or the floor - not realising that the reason for its absence was that it was mostly all on her. Then all that was left was to find the syrup and a fork to eat the pancakes with and she would be done. 

Balancing the plate on one hand and carrying the syrup in her other, Amelie climbed back up the stairs and pushed the door to her parents’ bedroom open with her hip. Phew, they’re still sleeping - my surprise worked! 

"Good morning! Happy Father’s Day, I made breakfast for us!" 

It was going to be a Very Good Day.

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Good Morning <3

Tagged: dannyquinnamelieutopian AUficletwritingmine

Source: forever90s

3rd June 2012

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shameless self-promotion

Danny has a blog: danielhawke.tumblr.com

If you want to know what he’s up to go follow!

There is a Quinn to go with him too: quinnowens.tumblr.com… :D

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28th May 2012

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And here are the two sketches:
Annavainen&#8217;s Quinn who appears in the AU fics I write about Danny
Anders and Fenris (this was originally not for me but the commissioner never picked it up)

And here are the two sketches:

Annavainen’s Quinn who appears in the AU fics I write about Danny

Anders and Fenris (this was originally not for me but the commissioner never picked it up)

Tagged: AndersFenrisQuinnDragon Agefanarteviltwinmcm

23rd May 2012

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Danny always wanted a pet, ever since he was small but somehow there was never a good time to get one, it would have been cruel to get a dog and just leave it all alone for the day while he was at work and training. But when Quinn moved in they were suddenly two and it didn&#8217;t seem so impossible all of a sudden.
It was another sign to Danny how well they suited one another when he tentatively suggested that maybe, one day could they have a dog and Quinn had been more than enthusiastic. So they visited the local animal shelter and came home with Xenophanes (which quickly was shortened to Xen), a mutt of unknown origin. He was about 5 years old at the time, a quiet, loyal creature who brought much joy into their lives, they now had someone to care for. 
Xen adored Amelie from the start. When she finally came home to stay, he would sleep at the foot of her cot and as she learned to walk he was a patient crutch for her to hold on to. No matter how her little hands tugged and pulled as she fell over time and time again, Xen simply stood in place until Amelie was up again and if she moved, he moved with her, inch by inch. 
But he was getting old by then and Quinn often worried what effect his eventual passing would have on Amelie. It was a topic for many late night discussions and source of some anxiety, they didn&#8217;t really want to face neither the loss of a beloved pet nor their daughter&#8217;s heartache. So, Danny suggested they get another dog - a puppy perhaps? The puppy would grow in time with Amelie and might even bring some new life into old Xen. They were offered a puppy from one of Quinn&#8217;s colleagues at the University whose pedigree spaniel had a brief fling with a terrier and the result was an unwanted litter of cute furballs. That&#8217;s how Archie (Archimedes officially&#8230;) came to their lives.
To say Archie was lively was to describe a whirlwind as just a bit of wind, he was totally out of control for the first few months. Not that he was bad or even especially naughty, he was just enthusiastic and boisterous and combined with a willing partner in an active two-year old&#8230;Danny and Quinn had their hands full. That was when Danny decided to quit coaching full time and stay home with Amelie, it was not a hard decision to make really. Quinn&#8217;s appointment as a teacher gave him steady hours and good pay and they also had the income from the bakery to help them along so they weren&#8217;t going to suffer too badly financially. Not that he quit baseball altogether, he still had practice three days a week and once a week on Saturdays he held practice for the kids, but this way he had most days completely free for Amelie and when he did have things to do, she spent many happy hours with Quinn&#8217;s parents. 
Amelie was three when Xen finally passed away at the grand old age of thirteen. She was sad, as was to be expected but not inconsolable, she had Archie after all. The decision was made not to get another dog, at least not right away, they might not get as lucky again as they had with Xen. 
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For Anna &lt;3

Danny always wanted a pet, ever since he was small but somehow there was never a good time to get one, it would have been cruel to get a dog and just leave it all alone for the day while he was at work and training. But when Quinn moved in they were suddenly two and it didn’t seem so impossible all of a sudden.

It was another sign to Danny how well they suited one another when he tentatively suggested that maybe, one day could they have a dog and Quinn had been more than enthusiastic. So they visited the local animal shelter and came home with Xenophanes (which quickly was shortened to Xen), a mutt of unknown origin. He was about 5 years old at the time, a quiet, loyal creature who brought much joy into their lives, they now had someone to care for. 

Xen adored Amelie from the start. When she finally came home to stay, he would sleep at the foot of her cot and as she learned to walk he was a patient crutch for her to hold on to. No matter how her little hands tugged and pulled as she fell over time and time again, Xen simply stood in place until Amelie was up again and if she moved, he moved with her, inch by inch. 

But he was getting old by then and Quinn often worried what effect his eventual passing would have on Amelie. It was a topic for many late night discussions and source of some anxiety, they didn’t really want to face neither the loss of a beloved pet nor their daughter’s heartache. So, Danny suggested they get another dog - a puppy perhaps? The puppy would grow in time with Amelie and might even bring some new life into old Xen. They were offered a puppy from one of Quinn’s colleagues at the University whose pedigree spaniel had a brief fling with a terrier and the result was an unwanted litter of cute furballs. That’s how Archie (Archimedes officially…) came to their lives.

To say Archie was lively was to describe a whirlwind as just a bit of wind, he was totally out of control for the first few months. Not that he was bad or even especially naughty, he was just enthusiastic and boisterous and combined with a willing partner in an active two-year old…Danny and Quinn had their hands full. That was when Danny decided to quit coaching full time and stay home with Amelie, it was not a hard decision to make really. Quinn’s appointment as a teacher gave him steady hours and good pay and they also had the income from the bakery to help them along so they weren’t going to suffer too badly financially. Not that he quit baseball altogether, he still had practice three days a week and once a week on Saturdays he held practice for the kids, but this way he had most days completely free for Amelie and when he did have things to do, she spent many happy hours with Quinn’s parents. 

Amelie was three when Xen finally passed away at the grand old age of thirteen. She was sad, as was to be expected but not inconsolable, she had Archie after all. The decision was made not to get another dog, at least not right away, they might not get as lucky again as they had with Xen. 

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For Anna <3

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13th May 2012

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Quinn was waiting outside Nuncio&#8217;s when Danny arrived, he had expected nothing less - the day Quinn would be late for anything, let alone their date, had not yet arrived, nor would it, he&#8217;d wager.
"Sorry you had to wait, things took a little longer than I expected. You OK?" he leaned in to give Quinn a kiss, taking into account they were in public and expected somewhere else he pulled back with some reluctance.
"I haven&#8217;t waited that long, silly - maybe ten minutes? But I didn&#8217;t want to be late, it did sound important,&#8221; Quinn flashed a smile and squeezed Danny&#8217;s hand affectionately.
"Yeah, well five years together is an important thing so I wanted to do something special for us. Come on, it&#8217;s not far - we can walk, it&#8217;s a nice evening," Danny took Quinn&#8217;s hand and turned the corner to a narrow alleyway behind the cafe that Quinn somehow hadn&#8217;t noticed before.
The evening was unseasonably warm, the sweet scent of flowers hung from baskets along the walls of nearby buildings filling the air as they walked. They hadn&#8217;t walked long, maybe ten minutes when the alley ended and Quinn saw ahead of them a small paved square. It was surrounded on all sides by buildings, with a start Quinn recognized the spire a little further ahead.
"We&#8217;re behind the University! I never knew this was here, how&#8230;oh Danny, how did you find this place&#8230;" his voice was hushed with awe and admiration for his wonderful boyfriend who had grown to be quite the romantic in their time together.
Danny grinned and led them onwards to the small garden in the middle of the square. It was surrounded with rose bushes and in the center was a raised platform with ornate iron railings. He let Quinn walk on ahead and smiled to himself watching the wind throw the shoulder-length red curls in disarray - there was genuine delight on Quinn&#8217;s face as he walked around the small garden.
"Go on, climb up there - you can see the whole square from there," Danny called out, anxious to give his surprise. Quinn obeyed, biting back a million questions no doubt, only a curious lift of his eyebrows betraying his anticipation.
"Now what, Mr Mysterious," Quinn laughed as he leaned on the railing watching Danny walk to stand below him, "I have to say I don&#8217;t feel especially Juliet-esque though you are definitely at least as handsome if not more than any Romeo I have seen&#8230;&#8221; Quinn&#8217;s words faded as Danny turned up to look at him, a serious expression on his face. He felt a tremor inside him, like something profound was about to happen though he had no idea what as Danny kissed his hand through the bars.
"It&#8217;s been five years, five amazing, wonderful years since you agreed to go out with me&#8230;" Danny started, his voice pitched low and quiet, the tone ponderous, serious even but full of feeling so Quinn wasn&#8217;t worried, whatever Danny wanted to say could not be very bad. "&#8230;and you know the flat I was looking to buy? Well they approved my mortgage application and I&#8217;ve put the deposit down so yeah, in a few weeks I will officially own a property. But&#8230;I was thinking&#8230;if-if you&#8217;d want - damn, it went so much smoother when I practiced it earlier," he let out a nervous laugh, and ran his fingers through his hair to try and compose himself. Taking a deep breath, Danny looked up at Quinn and continued, "Quinn Owens, would you do me the honour of coming to live with me when I move into my new apartment?" He bit his lip in anticipation of Quinn&#8217;s reply, heart hammering in his chest - he had planned this for weeks now, ever since he first thought about buying a flat for himself.
Quinn was speechless, this was not what he had expected at all! He could only stand there, mouth agape and eyes wide looking down at his sweet Danny whose face was like an open book of emotions.
"Oh sweetest Danny, oh you&#8230;I-I didn&#8217;t know what to expect but certainly not this! Oh yes, a thousand times yes! Just&#8230;come up here and kiss me now or I swear I will burst!" His voice rang clear with love and happiness and pride in his gorgeous boyfriend whom he loved with every fibre of his being, they would live together - did this mean they were engaged? He would have to look that up, or maybe ask someone who knew about these things&#8230;and then there was no room for anything else but Danny, warm and pliant in his arms and kisses that made his head swim and&#8230;yes, this was love for sure.
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For sweet annavainen to take her mind off things that are not-so-nice. &lt;3

Quinn was waiting outside Nuncio’s when Danny arrived, he had expected nothing less - the day Quinn would be late for anything, let alone their date, had not yet arrived, nor would it, he’d wager.

"Sorry you had to wait, things took a little longer than I expected. You OK?" he leaned in to give Quinn a kiss, taking into account they were in public and expected somewhere else he pulled back with some reluctance.

"I haven’t waited that long, silly - maybe ten minutes? But I didn’t want to be late, it did sound important,” Quinn flashed a smile and squeezed Danny’s hand affectionately.

"Yeah, well five years together is an important thing so I wanted to do something special for us. Come on, it’s not far - we can walk, it’s a nice evening," Danny took Quinn’s hand and turned the corner to a narrow alleyway behind the cafe that Quinn somehow hadn’t noticed before.

The evening was unseasonably warm, the sweet scent of flowers hung from baskets along the walls of nearby buildings filling the air as they walked. They hadn’t walked long, maybe ten minutes when the alley ended and Quinn saw ahead of them a small paved square. It was surrounded on all sides by buildings, with a start Quinn recognized the spire a little further ahead.

"We’re behind the University! I never knew this was here, how…oh Danny, how did you find this place…" his voice was hushed with awe and admiration for his wonderful boyfriend who had grown to be quite the romantic in their time together.

Danny grinned and led them onwards to the small garden in the middle of the square. It was surrounded with rose bushes and in the center was a raised platform with ornate iron railings. He let Quinn walk on ahead and smiled to himself watching the wind throw the shoulder-length red curls in disarray - there was genuine delight on Quinn’s face as he walked around the small garden.

"Go on, climb up there - you can see the whole square from there," Danny called out, anxious to give his surprise. Quinn obeyed, biting back a million questions no doubt, only a curious lift of his eyebrows betraying his anticipation.

"Now what, Mr Mysterious," Quinn laughed as he leaned on the railing watching Danny walk to stand below him, "I have to say I don’t feel especially Juliet-esque though you are definitely at least as handsome if not more than any Romeo I have seen…” Quinn’s words faded as Danny turned up to look at him, a serious expression on his face. He felt a tremor inside him, like something profound was about to happen though he had no idea what as Danny kissed his hand through the bars.

"It’s been five years, five amazing, wonderful years since you agreed to go out with me…" Danny started, his voice pitched low and quiet, the tone ponderous, serious even but full of feeling so Quinn wasn’t worried, whatever Danny wanted to say could not be very bad. "…and you know the flat I was looking to buy? Well they approved my mortgage application and I’ve put the deposit down so yeah, in a few weeks I will officially own a property. But…I was thinking…if-if you’d want - damn, it went so much smoother when I practiced it earlier," he let out a nervous laugh, and ran his fingers through his hair to try and compose himself. Taking a deep breath, Danny looked up at Quinn and continued, "Quinn Owens, would you do me the honour of coming to live with me when I move into my new apartment?" He bit his lip in anticipation of Quinn’s reply, heart hammering in his chest - he had planned this for weeks now, ever since he first thought about buying a flat for himself.

Quinn was speechless, this was not what he had expected at all! He could only stand there, mouth agape and eyes wide looking down at his sweet Danny whose face was like an open book of emotions.

"Oh sweetest Danny, oh you…I-I didn’t know what to expect but certainly not this! Oh yes, a thousand times yes! Just…come up here and kiss me now or I swear I will burst!" His voice rang clear with love and happiness and pride in his gorgeous boyfriend whom he loved with every fibre of his being, they would live together - did this mean they were engaged? He would have to look that up, or maybe ask someone who knew about these things…and then there was no room for anything else but Danny, warm and pliant in his arms and kisses that made his head swim and…yes, this was love for sure.

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For sweet annavainen to take her mind off things that are not-so-nice. <3

Tagged: dannyquinnutopian AUficwritingmine

Source: mrp7684

19th April 2012

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virinva:

Rafael Lazzini

Danny is never comfortable in a suit. And the ties, Maker the ties! They always seem to cinch or chafe just enough to make him squirm and fidget and fiddle until Quinn lets out an exasperated sigh and silences him with a look. 
He tries, he really does, but there seems to be so many occasions where he&#8217;s required to wear a shirt and tie these days: Amelie&#8217;s Naming Day, Maria and Sebastian&#8217;s wedding, Cecilia&#8217;s gallery opening, Correm&#8217;s inauguration to the Hall of Fame and so on&#8230;and at every occasion he finds a spot where he can quietly loosen the tie and open the top button so he can at least breathe before rejoining the celebrations as if nothing was different. 
For all his mildly disapproving glances and exasperated sighs, Quinn quite likes the sight of Danny a but dishevelled. When he disappears into the corridor after the wedding ceremony only to appear in the courtyard a few minutes later with the top button of his shirt undone he looks relaxed, and gorgeous and sexy and&#8230;as if he owns the suit and not the other way round. So he doesn&#8217;t really mind, not when he is the one who gets to take Danny home and undress him afterwards, run his hands under the jacket and over the buttons and feel the muscles underneath. 
And maybe Danny doesn&#8217;t object quite so much the next time he&#8217;s required to wear a suit. 
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A little drabble for dear annavainen who has an important day today! &lt;3
all the luck! 

virinva:

Rafael Lazzini

Danny is never comfortable in a suit. And the ties, Maker the ties! They always seem to cinch or chafe just enough to make him squirm and fidget and fiddle until Quinn lets out an exasperated sigh and silences him with a look. 

He tries, he really does, but there seems to be so many occasions where he’s required to wear a shirt and tie these days: Amelie’s Naming Day, Maria and Sebastian’s wedding, Cecilia’s gallery opening, Correm’s inauguration to the Hall of Fame and so on…and at every occasion he finds a spot where he can quietly loosen the tie and open the top button so he can at least breathe before rejoining the celebrations as if nothing was different. 

For all his mildly disapproving glances and exasperated sighs, Quinn quite likes the sight of Danny a but dishevelled. When he disappears into the corridor after the wedding ceremony only to appear in the courtyard a few minutes later with the top button of his shirt undone he looks relaxed, and gorgeous and sexy and…as if he owns the suit and not the other way round. So he doesn’t really mind, not when he is the one who gets to take Danny home and undress him afterwards, run his hands under the jacket and over the buttons and feel the muscles underneath. 

And maybe Danny doesn’t object quite so much the next time he’s required to wear a suit. 

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A little drabble for dear annavainen who has an important day today! <3

all the luck! 

Tagged: utopian AUdannyquinnficletwritingmine

Source: whilechasingthecloudsaway

9th April 2012

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Danny/Quinn RP posts

danielhawke:

Danny:

http://dragonagehigh.tumblr.com/tagged/danny

http://dahighafterhours.tumblr.com/tagged/danny

Quinn:

http://dragonagehigh.tumblr.com/tagged/quinn

http://dahighafterhours.tumblr.com/tagged/quinn

There are some that have not as of yet been published, will update this when they are. 

Tagged: dannyquinnDAH

30th March 2012

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elysium-fic:

stellarvoyage:

brennacedria:

kakumei:

I see Alistair and Nida saying things like these and BAH. ALL TEH FLUFFS. *head explodes*

While I don’t have kids, I imagine this convo happens at least three times a week in all families, real or fictional. :p

Yep.

*nodnodnod*

Since Danny had decided to stay at home to look after Amelia, they’d worked out a system that worked - by and large - for everyone involved. Amelia liked to wake up early in the morning and Danny was not a morning person at all. Quinn on the other hand liked mornings and as he was the one going to work at the same time most days, breakfasts were usually a special time for him and Amelie.

Weekends though were a different matter altogether. No matter how they did it, Amelie just would not stay in bed much past 7am. As Quinn handled the mornings during the week, Danny could not well argue when it was suggested that it would be his turn to get up early in the morning to keep his daughter company.

"Your daughter wants you…can you go and see what’s the matter?"

"Nuh-uh, nice try Hawke! It’s Saturday so she’s all yours," Quinn would laugh and nudge Danny in the ribs to prompt him out of bed.

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For Anna <3

Tagged: ficletutopian AUdannyquinnamelia

Source: effulgentcolors

27th March 2012

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for anna &lt;33333

for anna <33333

Tagged: Quinnchild

Source: weheartit.com