#danny2

Rune was as close to pissed off as someone as cut off from their emotions like him could be. Despite his loud protests and struggle he was stuck in some stiff outfit, forced into some prissy upright posture by the damned torture device he had been tied into. He had a lot of pent up energy once he was released into the ballroom, the malicious kind that he knew only one person in the entire castle could handle.

It was like he had tunnel vision, weaving through people to find that damned spirit that haunted his mind and once he found him, smart enough to check he wasn’t occupied with a master, Danny was trapped. He has pushed him roughly right up against the nearest wall, a hand finding his hair and yanking his head back while the other grabbed his hip and pulled him flush against him.

Adjusting to life at the castle was easier than Cash had imagined. Maybe it was the helpful push of handsome men giving him things to do, but he was surprisingly content in the Undercroft, waiting to be rented whenever the time came. He was content playing solitaire and board games, talking to other slaves and being educated on the modern world from the ones that were actually in touch with it. There was even a fae that was quite happy to teach him. He was just as happy to learn.

The food sucked, and he certainly wished for more than an hour outside at a time, but those two things didn't seem to be enough of a reason for the valkyrie to complain or cause a ruckus. He had been nothing but a good slave, and yet that seemed to bother one person in particular. He had told him to stay away, and yet there were time he caught him staring from across the room with those vacant blue eyes, times he'd feel like he was being followed and he just knew that damn ghost was right around the corner. He was a damn freak, and Cash was growing antsy to escape him, though escaping him meant escaping the castle in general since they both seemed to be imprisoned.

Anonymous asked: One with you and Danny dating, but you het into a fight since it seems like you never see one another because both of you are in bands. You then walk out because you’re so frustrated and the rest is up to you. Please? Great imagines by the way.

You sighed into the phone as Danny’s voicemail picked up once again. He had been gone on a tour for about two months now, and he was coming home tonight. He was suppose to be here a while ago, but he hadn’t talked to you since before he got on the plane.

You were leaving to go on a headlining tour with your band in a few days, and you just wanted to spend time with Danny. You just wanted to cuddle up in his arms; which hadn’t happened since he left.

You sat there in the middle of your bed, staring down at your lap, and letting your mind wander into the problems with your relationship.

It was as normal as the two of you could make it. Both of you being in rather famous bands caused you to be away from each other a lot. You knew going into this relationship it was going to be hard, but you knew Danny was worth it. You were starting to think maybe it wasn’t worth it. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard the front door slam closed.

You heard Danny walk up the stairs as he yelled “Y/N! Love, I’m home.”

You didn’t answer him, you just waited for him to get into the bedroom. He walked down the long hallway that lead to your bedroom, and opened the door with a crooked smile on his face.

He threw his luggage down on the floor saying, “There’s my beautiful girl.”

You looked up at him and asked, “Was your flight delayed or something?”

“No? Why do you ask?” Danny replied curiously crawling next to you on the bed.

He leaned in to kiss you, but you turned your face answering “Well, you were suppose to be home at six and now it’s nearly midnight.”

“You are really going to be like this right now? I just got home and you’re bitching because I was a little late?” Danny snapped at you.

“Don’t use that tone with me, Daniel! I was expecting you home when you said you were going to be here. Then you don’t even have the fucking decency to answer my damn phone calls! Now were the fuck were you that was more important than seeing your girlfriend?” You got up off the bed raising your voice; really letting your anger free now.

“I went to the bar with the guys. I’m sorry I left my phone in a fucking hotel room and it died!” Danny yelled back.

“No, fuck you okay. You know I’m leaving in a couple days, and you go to the bar with the guys you just spent everyday with for two months? And don’t pretend like you couldn’t borrow Ben’s phone to send me a text atleast!” You said running a hand through your hair.

“Don’t be like this okay? You're my girlfriend not my fucking mother. You don’t get to tell me if I can go to the bar, and I don’t have to report back to you!” Danny said getting in your face.

You couldn’t deal with this. Clearly he didn’t want to be with you as much as you needed to be with him.

You spun around, and started walking down stairs. Danny chased after you down the hallway saying “Don’t walk away from this. You don’t get to leave just because you are being a bitch. This fight was your fault now face up to it and move on!”

“Fuck you. I can’t be near you right now. Clearly you don’t give a fuck about me. I missed you so much and you don’t even want to see me.” You said your voice breaking as you grabbed your car keys.

Danny stopped following you, and you walked out the door with tears racing down your cheeks.

You pulled out of your driveway, and raced down the dark street at a high speed.

You didn’t know where you were going until you got there. You pulled into a little park that was rotted and broken down. It was were you write down some if your best songs, and were you always went to be alone. It was dark except for the light of the moon. You parked the car, and got out heading straight for the swings. You sat down, lightly swinging yourself back and forth.

You sat there in silence as you let yourself cry freely. You had only been there about ten minutes when Danny’s truck pulled up beside yours. How cliche was this you thought as he sat down next to you on the swing.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. You’re right, baby, we never get to see each other which sucks. I’m a selfish prick.” Danny explained.

”Maybe I overreacted…” You admitted intertwining your fingers with his in the dark.

“No you had every right to react the way you did. I just love you so much that it feels like you are with me even when we are apart. Every little thing you do feels like you said I love you a thousand times. I guess I’m also kind of afraid the more your with me the more you’ll realize you deserve better.” He added the last part quietly.

You got up quickly sitting down on his lap and saying “Babe, all I want to do is spend every minute I can with you. Even if you are a complete cunt sometimes. I love you.”

He connected his lips to yours softly before pulling away and replying “I love you too. Let’s go home, baby.”

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Davey: Soggy biscuit.