#evil!danny

@tintas-galhadas @atomiktaco

It starts just after Danny puts his hand on that mirror. He’s not sure what, but something is different. Something feels weird.

Better.

He and Steve had followed a perp into an old antiques store down a side street in Honolulu, chased him through when he took a shortcut to hide from them and ended up cornering him in the storage room while the store owner yelled something angry at them in Chinese.

That’s when the perp had turned and fired, a round thudding into Danny’s tactical vest and sending him stumbling backward with the short range impact. He put his hand out to stabilise himself, and grabbed the mirror standing in the corner; old, solid wood under the palm of his hand, fingertips touching the cool glass under the shroud thrown over it.

Goosebumps roll up his flesh and put all the hairs on his body on end like a shock of static electricity, but it’s not painful. If anything, it’s a pleasant sensation.

By the time he’s steady on his feet, Steve has taken the guy down and has him in an arm lock on the ground. When he looks up and grins, saying his usual catchphrase of ‘Book ‘em, Danno,’ it makes Danny roll his eyes.

He’s fed up of Steve being the gung-ho one while expecting Danny to be the straight-laced, sensible one. He wants to tell Steve where to shove it, despite it being their little ritual.

And, for once, he does.

“You fucking do it,” Danny snorts, and god it feels good to tell his boss ‘no’ for once.

He turns and heads out into the main part of the store where the owner is still shouting at him in Chinese, probably about damage to stock, and Danny really doesn’t give a crap right now. He’d normally try to calm the proprietor, maybe apologise or give him the number for the team’s insurance people just in case he needs to be recouped for something, but he’s not taking it today.

After the week he’s had with Rachel making life difficult over Grace’s visitation and constantly being the one who has to clean up everyone’s messes, this guy can swivel. Nothing’s broken, he’s just been a little inconvenienced, so Danny lets fly.

“Are you serious right now?! I don’t understand you, old man!” he retorts, waving his hands in the air and strutting past the guy into the Hawaiian sunshine. Maybe that was a little rude, but who cares?

The sun feels good on his skin, not irritating like usual. It’s like today is somehow full of all sorts of possibilities now, ones that weren’t there before, and Danny pulls his tac vest over his head and takes a deep breath, smiling.

Steve appears, handing their perp over to HPD to book now they’ve finally shown up, and before he can say anything the blonde is snatching his keys from Steve’s hand and climbing into the Camaro driver’s seat.

“C’mon, we haven’t got all day,” he grins at his stunned partner, “Get your ass in the car. We’ve got a bad guy to interrogate.”

And what a fine ass it is, he thinks to himself, licking his lips.

HPD have already left with the perp, and he’ll be booked and in Five-0’s rendition room before they arrive back at the Palace because the Governor’s Task Force cases always take priority. Danny guns the engine, and the idea of ignoring the speed limits on the way back to HQ comes into his head.

concept: evil!danny with colored hair

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“They don’t like eachother very much.”

Eledan and Evil!Danny aesthetic Neon orange and neon blue Gift for @atomiktaco 😊

@blue-greenstylinson

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