#especially as he'll be coming in handy here later on... smile

[freddieslater]

Twelve Days of Rarepairs: Scanny | Scott McCall x Danny Mahealani (Teen Wolf)

Requested by @childofsquidward

The collie laying on the table is patient and docile as Scott finishes slotting the cone into place around her neck. She just stares up at him with big eyes, nudging against his hand with her nose.

Laughing, Scott rubs her head. Her tail gives a little wiggle in response.

"You know, you're the only one I've seen who isn't bothered by this thing," he tells her, scratching behind her ear. 

She just gives a playful yip in response. 

The bell rings over the front door, alerting Scott to someone entering the animal clinic. Somewhat pointless considering he heard the heartbeat first. But Lola's ears immediately perk up, and her tail bangs against the table.

Scott grins at Danny when he appears in the doorway, holding two festive coffee cups.

"You've been missed," he says.

Lola's already standing on the table, barking fondly at Danny. He laughs, and moves towards her, fuelling her excitement.

"By which one of you?" Danny jokes.

Scott's eyes widen. He opens his mouth, but he falters, and Danny's already focused on Lola again anyway. Heat rushes to his face. He quickly tries to regain some composure. 

"Hey, girl! Oh, you look so good!" Danny coos. "Did Dr. McCall take good care of you?"

Scott tries to bite back a smile and fails. He's getting used to hearing his friends call him Dr. McCall, more as a joke, but something about the way Danny says it gives him this fluttering in his chest.

So, when he first saw him at the start of December, it was a surprise. He'd practically disappeared off the face of the earth for two years, and then suddenly he was back in town for the holidays, to see his family and friends. 

But not only that, Scott hadn't quite realized just how attractive Danny is. Was he always that good-looking while they were at school together? Of course he was, everyone knew it. But Scott hadn't exactly been out to himself at that point, so seeing Danny back from New Orleans, even more tanned, with even more defined muscles—yeah, Scott might get a little nervous whenever he sees him now.

And it doesn't help that they seem to be seeing more of each other now than they did while at school. They run into each other in town. When Scott went back to fill in for Coach while he was away towards the end of the year, Danny just kept showing up, saying he was visiting a teacher to discuss something (he is, after all, in computer programming now, so it makes some semblance of sense), and they'd talk out on the field. He bmped into him while bringing his mom lunch at the hospital. 

Scott even saw him while out with Lydia two weeks ago. He was catching up with Jackson, who was also back in town for the holidays, like everyone else. 

And now at work, too. The universe seems to be playing some joke on him. He doesn't mind all that much, for once. As long as this isn't going to lead to him finding out that Danny's actually been turned into a vampire, or has been possessed by some new, evil spirit.

"Thank you," Danny says, lifting his eyes to Scott. Of course, Scott's still the one looking up at him, because it would appear Danny has had another growth spurt as well as everything else. 

Scott realizes he isn't answering. Just gazing. He grins, and hastily tries to not be totally obvious.

"Just doing my job," he says with a shrug. 

Danny rolls his eyes. "Yeah, but I know for a fact that this clinic should have been shut for the rest of the holidays. So, thank you for seeing her anyway."

Scott hesitates at that. "Well… you're a friend. And I had to come in today anyway. And—" he looks down at Lola, who's settled back down on the table, and gives her head another rub "—I couldn't just leave this one stranded on Christmas Eve."

"We both thank you, then." Danny then holds out one of the coffee cups. "A gesture to prove it."

"God, thank you," Scott says, gratefully accepting the cup and taking a drink. "I haven't had anything all day. Or since last night. Including sleep. I might be running on three Mountain Dews and a kitkat."

Danny raises his eyebrows in disbelief. "That… can't be good for you."

Scott just shrugs again. He'll probably feel the effects later on today, since it's currently only one-thirty in the afternoon. As long as he makes it to four to head to the station to see Stiles, then he can head back home and have a nap. And maybe food.

"I didn't know the life of a vet was so demanding."

"It's the holidays," Scott explains, taking another drink before continuing. The gingerbread-cinnamon-whatever is in this latte is the best thing he's ever had right now. "Lots of people want their pets better before Christmas and New Year. A lot of strays get found with bad injuries. Currently I have—"

Barking starts up from the dog room in the back. Scott smiles, gesturing towards the door as Lola once again perks up.

"—them. Eight labrador puppies. They're under a year old. Deaton and I were trying to get them rehomed before the holidays, but it didn't work out. That's why I was coming in to work anyway, since Deaton's out of town."

"Never mind, your job is clearly far more demanding than I thought." Danny smiles, glances down at Lola, then pauses. "Do you need a hand with them at all? They sound pretty eager for attention."

"Yeah, I was gonna take them out for a walk once I was finished up here," Scott says.

Danny's grin widens. "You planned to walk eight hyperactive labrador puppies by yourself? In the snow?"

Scott just gives another shrug. "They're not too hard to handle once they're outside."

The look Danny is giving him only intensifies the fluttery feeling in his chest. It's like something's tickling him from the inside. He can feel the heat beneath his skin, in his cheeks.

"Guess that whole Alpha thing really does give you an advantage, huh," Danny says, a certain teasing twinkle in his eyes but his grin sincere.

Scott has barely gotten used to the idea of Danny knowing about the supernatural at all, never mind him making casual comments about it. And especially not while he's looking at him like that.

"I don't know if it's anything to do with that," Scott says, shaking his head. "But… sometimes, yeah. It comes in handy."

Danny nods. The puppies are still barking in the back, trying to get Scott's attention.

"Well, I think Lola could use a walk after being so good about this," Danny says. He looks at Scott, smiling. "Mind if we join you? I can be pretty good with dogs, might help to take a couple off your hands for an hour."

Scott's eyebrows raise in surprise, and his heartbeat raises itself as well. 

"You… but—" he frowns, his head tilting with a confused smile "—it's Christmas Eve. Don't you wanna get back to your family?"

"They won't miss me for a little while," Danny says, brushing it off. Then, because he seems to be catching on, he rolls his eyes, and says, "Please? You helped me with Lola when you clearly already had your hands full. I wanna do more than get you coffee."

Scott's heart drops into his stomach and lurches right back up. He swallows, and tries to keep his mind on one track, biting his lip. 

"Uh… yeah," he breathes out before he can think twice. "You know what? That would be great. Thank you."

"No problem," Danny says, sincerely.

They get Lola to hop off the table, and head into the back room to get the others ready. Danny just laughs when he sees the little christmas hats Scott put on the ones that were happy to wear them.

As they're getting them all on their leashes, Danny casually adds, with a glance at Scott, "And if you were up for it, I'd like to get coffee with you sometime."

Scott accidentally clips the leash to his hand instead of the collar. He winces, quickly undoing it and fixing it to its right place instead. Then he looks over at Danny and his amused grin, his heart racing.

"Like—like a date?" he asks, hardly daring to believe that's what he means. Danny was never interested in him. Was he? 

Scott's quickly going through every interaction he's ever had with him.

"Exactly a date," Danny corrects. 

Scott's eyes are wide. His mouth opens, then closes. He wasn't prepared for this. Sure, the thought of Danny liking him back crosses his mind after Stiles and Lydia both insisted that he did after he told them about running into him all those times. But that doesn't mean he was prepared for it.

"You can say no," Danny says, giving another casual shrug as clips the last lead on to the last excited puppy. "I just thought I might as well ask. Waiting three years to do it was bad enough, I didn't want to seem totally pathetic by waiting four to at least know what you'd say."

"Three—what?" Scott asks in disbelief, sure that he must have somehow misheard. "You've wanted to ask me out for… three years?" 

"Like I said, it was starting to seem pathetic." Danny looks at him, holding his stare with a soft gaze. "But, Lydia told me that you came out last year, and after seeing you, I figured I should at least ask."

"Wow. Uh…" Scott's mind is a mess, and he can't sort his thoughts out. Except for one. "I'd love to."

Danny blinks, thrown off his own guard now. Apparently even he wasn't prepared. But he quickly recovers, as does Scott, smiles forming across both their faces.

"Go on a date with you, I mean," Scott says, as if it needs further elaboration. 

"Really?" Danny asks. "Uh… today?"

Scott's breath is knocked out of him, but he's already nodding again. "Yeah, absolutely."

He didn't think anything could make the fluttery feeling in his chest worse. Turns out, Danny smiling at him like he is right now is the thing that can. 

"Okay, great," he says. "Then let's get these guys out of here."

Scott happily agrees. They head out of the back door after making sure the front is locked up. It has to be an hour or more that passes as they walk the dogs through town, taking an open path into the woods, through the snow. The whole way, Scott and Danny are talking, and laughing, catching up on the years they missed and in between. 

#teen wolf #twedit #twrarepair #scanny #scott x danny #danny x scott #scott mccall #danny mahealani #twelve days of rarepairs #rowing the rarepair rowboat #myedits* #childofsquidward #wait no I actually really like this one #I never Really shipped these two before but ?? they were so easy to write for ?? #and they're just so Soft????

[kosmosian-quills]

Week 3 - Choice

My next piece for the @yourocsbackstory​ Antagonist Event. This one is set approximately 9 years after the Week 2 drabble.

I hope you enjoy!

Throughout my long military career, I learned many things.

As I ascended the ladder of rank and responsibility, I learned even more.

But one thing that was always reinforced to me at every level was that the respect of your fellow soldiers is what will keep you alive. Having a team you can trust with your life, and likewise they can trust you with theirs, is vital in any situation.

Of course, maintaining a relationship is easier when you are the same rank as that person. Any kind of power imbalance, and it seems almost fake, like they are only telling you what you want to hear.

I tried to change that.

The men I work with on a day to day basis, I spent years getting to know. I know that Corporal Nowak is newly married with a baby on the way. That Lieutenant Kamiński’s mother was recently diagnosed with lung cancer. That Sergeant Piasecki’s younger brother had just started upper school. This is just a handful of the soldiers I work with, but they feel more at ease with me when they are speaking to me.

Some may think that I strictly do not need to know about the private lives of these soldiers, but it has come in handy on a few occasions.

It’s granted me ways to win their trust, after all.

"You wished to see me, General?" the voice that followed the knock on my door asked.

"Yes, lieutenant. Please, come in."

As ordered, he closes the door and stands in front of the table i have just beside the fireplace. I am seated on one of the sofas, holding my glass of vodka which I had been slowly sipping away at for the last little while.

I lean forward, and invite him to sit on the other sofa opposite me. "Something to drink, lieutenant?" I gesture to the empty shot glass and bottle of vodka that was in the middle of the table.

The soldier shook his head, sitting himself down on the comfortable cushions, certainly not relaxing over there. No, he's got his back straight, eyes forward facing but not quite looking me in the eyes.. "No, thank you, sir."

To each his own, I suppose. I don't press the matter as I finish my current drink. “I trust that your little one is on the mend now, Lieutenant?" I ask, pouring myself out a fresh glass. He had told me a month ago that his infant son had been taken to hospital with suspected - later confirmed - meningitis. Admittedly not the best situation for a soldier to face when his mother is dying and his son critically ill.

He nods, "oh - yes sir. He's doing very well, sir. thank you for asking."

I wave my hand dismissively. "I look out for my soldiers, Lieutenant. Is your wife doing well with him then?"

He lets out a small chuckle, "I'd be surprised to hear she left his bedside after everything that's happened, sir."

"I can't say I blame her," I agree, taking another sip of the vodka.

There's a moment where we regard each other in silence, he does not wish to insolently speak up when not spoken to. He'll know that he isn't in trouble. I would have witnesses here, for that. No. What I want to discuss, requires privacy.

"How do you find your position, Lieutenant?" I ask, tracing my finger along the rim of my glass. "Working for the army, for the King. How do you find it?"

He doesn't answer me straight away, I can see the gears turning in his head as he tries to think of the answer I am expecting, and not the honest one.

"Rewarding, General. Working under you for King and Country is a great honour and very rewarding."

An almost rehearsed response. Generic, non-specific, but acknowledging my role in his response. Working under me, yes.

"No need to be so official here, Lieutenant, this conversation is entirely off the record. I need your honest opinion."

I can tell from here that he is continuing to weigh his options in his head, not quite sure whether I am telling the truth or not. Whether this is some kind of test. Well, it is a test, but he won't be in trouble for his answers. I was hoping that I could coax a more honest response out of him by telling him this goes no further than me.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you are asking of me, General, I have no issues with my role or workload. Is..." he asked, frowning slightly, "have I done something wrong?"

I lean forward in my seat.

"Lieutenant Kamiński. I know you to be a loyal and diligent soldier, but I heard you speaking with Lieutenant Zielinski just yesterday about how you felt regarding the King's latest... shall we say, ill advised idea for him to reduce the number of troops in the Royal Army."

He opened his mouth briefly, as though to argue, before he closed it again, not breaking our eye contact.

"About how taking the jobs from our troops is unfair, and especially to those like yourself who have worked hard for your positions, and have a family to look after. With what happened to your mother and to your son."

He blinked at me, clenching his fists on his lap.

"And I agree with you, Lieutenant," I tell him, and the relief that floods over his face is barely noticeable. He exhaled shortly, but still said nothing, "I feel that this is grossly incompetent and an overall bad decision that he is making, all in the name of 'peace'."

He nods at me, clearing his throat. "Yes, sir."

"I may have a solution for you, Lieutenant," I reach forward for the bottle of vodka, and place my own glass on the table, filling it back up. As well as turning over the empty glass and filling that too, pushing it slowly towards the Lieutenant. "I very much disagree with the King's stance here, and feel that loyalty shown by soldiers like yourselves should be rewarded, not punished."

The Lieutenant doesn't reject the drink this time, instead taking the glass from the table, but he doesn't drink yet. Ever the diligent soldier. There is still some doubt lingering on his face - I can tell - judging by the way in which he holds his glass in a strong grip as opposed to lightly with a few fingers.

I pick up my own glass, holding it in my hand, and watch him carefully. "I have something in mind, that may - shall we say - persuade the King that listening to us military men is the best thing he can do. But I need your loyalty, and your trust, if this is going to work. I need you to do something for me. Do you understand what I am telling you, Lieutenant?"

He takes a moment, looks down at the other hand clenched into a fist - still placed on his lap - before looking back up at me to deliver his response.

"Yes, General Gniewek. What is it you need me to do?"

I can't help but give a small smile, impressed that this worked. I hold up my glass, almost a toast, before drinking the whole thing. He does the same, soundlessly toasting me before drinking the vodka in its entirety and setting the glass down on the table.

"I'm glad you asked, Lieutenant," I place my own glass down on the table, darting my gaze to the door, just in case, "I need your help to teach the King that without a strong military neither the country nor his family are safe.”

#my writing #my OC's #yourocbackstory #WIP: Angel #oc backstory weeks #Week 3 - Choice #POV: The General #honestly gotta thank @cirianne for her help with that last line because it's so punchy and hurts but is So GOod TM