Twilighting by tawg (M)
Pairing: Nicholas/Danny
Length: 2188 words
Author of LJ:
Author Website: none that I know of
Why this must be read:
And now for something completely different.
I am an unapologetic happy ending junkie and normally I would guarantee a happy ending with every recommendation I post. Can't quite do that here. Which is not to say "Twilighting" has an unhappy ending, it's simply a darker, more complex story story than I would normally put on my personal list of Best Stories I've read in this fandom. But that's how good it is.
Tawg opens up a dreamscape that we enter willingly, because it is a happy, warm, glowing place filled with Danny - his sweetness, his adoration of Nicholas, his love of fantasy. We ride with him through tawg's beautiful imagery, and even if we know where we're going, we push those thoughts aside because we love Danny so much, it doesn't matter where we go, as long as we get to ride along.
Danny wakes up, most mornings. Wakes to sunlight shining in on him, warm and too bright on his face, and making his skin prickle as his brain starts up and tells him to roll over, to shift his face out of that painful bright rectangle from his window and press it against the cooler tangle of sheets and pillow cases.
Press his body against the stretches of Nicholas’ bare skin. Feel Nicholas curl against him, making small noises that could be unconscious, or could be signs of waking, or could be Danny’s own brain conjuring them up, he’s heard them that many times. Little sighs and half words, and sounds that are all consonants. The rare complete word a treasure that echoes a little in the small space between them. Danny.
“Morning Danny,” Nicholas says, and his voice is as warm as the sunlight was, but cracked at the edges. “Do we have to be up yet?”
Danny looks over at the clock on Nicholas’ side of the bed, knowing the time even though the numbers on the digital face don’t quite register in his brain, a scramble of red against black. “Not yet,” he says, pressing his face against Nicholas.
“Mmm,” Nicholas’ mouth is a gentle curve, even though Danny can’t see it with his eyes closed. “Good.” And then Nicholas is wrapping around him, and smelling like stale air, and only someone who has been tangled up in that smell can know how it’s a good thing. There are mouths meeting, and hands moving, and sheets soft and crumpled and concealing. And then, a blissful fade from focus as the camera turns away.
(Twilighting)

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She is about the only writer allowed to break mine on a regular basis, I will admit.
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This is SUCH a beautiful story, I'm glad you recced it. And your description of it is spot on. ♥
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Though I do have to say, after reading it again before reccing, I found myself seeking out shiny, happy fics like a sugar junkie. Hence tomorrow's rec. >.>
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(I admit, I'm kinda of a big chicken when it comes to angsty stories, so sometimes I have to skim to see if I should run away because it's all too grim and bleak for me...)
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(I skim read to in order to scope a story out. Weirdly enough I usually do it with comedy. I'm really picky with my crazy crack fic, for some reason.)
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In hte meantime the fic can be found at Fanfiction.net: Twilighting (http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4563529/1/Twilighting).