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mydarlingdanny · 1 year

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Diamond Drapes

(@earthlysorrows, thank you so much for unintentionally reintroducing me to this picture of our beloved Daniel.)

Danny Wagner x reader

Warnings: Making out Ig, I've got a thing for hands and I talk about them a lot here, so sorry in advance.

Synopsis: You assist Daniel in preparation for a music shoot.

Word Count: 1550

The string of faux stones sat in your hand, the vanity lights reflecting off of the surface, glowing brightly. You slowly turned one of them ever so gently, adjusting the gems and uncurling them from their twisted position.

“They’re pretty aren't they?” Danny asks.

You look up at him, decked out in a shimmering white tunic, a tasteful layer of makeup applied, his hair pulled back into a loose low bun.

You stared at him, hard, how couldn’t you? He was art. Living, breathing, art.

“You look so beautiful,” you complimented him.

He blushed vividly, the apples of his cheeks turning a deep pink even under all that foundation.

“Thank you baby.”

“Would you help me put those on?” he asked, pointing to the strings of jewelry that lay resting in your palm.

“Of course, my love.”

You beckoned him over with a nod of your head, encouraging him to sit down on the stool that stood by the vanity table.

He did just that and with gentle hands he moved you slightly by the hips so that you were standing exactly in front of him. He smiled up at you, a sweet smile, one full of genuinity and honesty. You leaned down from your standing position just a tad to place a delicate kiss on his lips, and then lifted your face to place one on his nose, careful not to ruin the highlighter artfully brushed on his features.

Pulling away from him you set out on your task, slowly laying the strings of shining diamonds on his head, draping them with meticulous precision, all the while he sat still and patient, unmoving to allow you full access and the most optimal conditions for you to work with.

The silence was thick, but wasn’t uncomfortable at all, no it was the kind of silence that was all encompassing and serene. Regardless, Danny never spoke much before events such as the one that would take place today. They were shooting a music video later this morning, and anyone could see how excited he was. He had been anticipating this moment for some time now and you were lucky to have been invited by your sweet boyfriend to join him and his bandmates.

He was nervous, that much you could tell.

“Is everything alright, my love?” you asked him.

“Yea, just nerves I suppose, kind of giddy with excitement,” he responded.

“You’ll do fabulous, I know you will, and I’m so proud of you, I hope you know that, all of you, I understand how much this means to you, and I only wish you boys the best,” you answered sincerely, looking into his chocolate irises. To stress the point even further you leaned down to place a heartfelt kiss on his forehead, it was a deep kiss, and it meant that you cared, it showed that you cared. And you do; you care for him beyond measure and you fully believe you always will.

Turning your frame slightly to the side to take a look into the black makeup bag that sat on the table you sifted through its contents in search of some hair pins to secure the stones that you had just finished placing on the crown of his head.

Continuing your work on Danny’s head you could tell by the way he tapped his foot softly but steadily on the carpeted green room floor that his nerves were still ever present.

“You wanna take a few deep breaths with me?” you asked softly.

“Yea, please I’d like that,” he answered gently.

You began by inhaling heavily, the air filtering through your nose, your chest rising in unison, you held it in your lungs for a minute as did Danny, he looked up at you waiting for your cue to exhale, and when you had, he followed. Your collective breaths continued for a few minutes, slow, uninterrupted mindfulness. Halfway through Danny had shut his eyes closed, relishing in the feeling of peace and channeling his energy. You, on the other hand, placed the finishing touches dutifully on his headpiece while simultaneously assisting your partner with his anxiousness.

“All done.”

He opened his eyes then, staring at you intently. Encouraging him to take a look in the vanity you stepped to the side, so that you were no longer obstructing his view of the mirror.

He gave himself a good look, not out of vain but out of admiration. Turning to you he gave you a sweet grin.

“Thank you baby, it looks perfect.”

“Don’t even worry about it,” you waved nonchalantly.

“I’m more than happy to help you Danny, anytime.”

You moved your hands to cup his face, slowly caressing his jawline with your thumbs.

He gently lifted your right hand by the palm and brought it to his mouth, placing a delicate kiss on the back of your hand, all while looking at you with the most innocent doe eyes.

You felt your heart flutter at the feeling of his peach lips, sticky with chapstick, lay oh so softly on your skin. You could see the faint sheen of his lip balm on your hand in the dim of the vanity lights.

Your knees felt like they could buckle, and as if on cue, Danny stood firmly from his seat on the stool and stole your breath away in the most magnificent kiss known to humankind. He gripped your biceps, holding you close, while his mouth melded with yours the way teenagers make out in the backseat of cars. Oh, you were so drunk on his love.

Sliding his hands up and down your arms in teasing touches he continued to make out with you, deeply, full of passion, and sincerity. You whimpered lightly when his tongue gracefully made contact with yours, it was brief, chaste, and in no time he retreated from the confines of your lips entirely.

You were breathless and he could see it, now you were the one who was nervous. The faintest outline of a smirk was painted on his face and he giggled at your obvious infatuation.

Settling his right hand over your chest he exclaimed in faux surprise, “Oh baby, what’s got you so worked up, eh?”

Cocky, he had gone from shy and subtle to cocky within a matter of milliseconds. Perhaps you need to indulge in some breathing exercises now.

His hand continued their descent up and down your chest and torso, tracing the hemline of your top with his pointer finger, and you, being you, couldn’t help but stare at his gorgeous hand in the midst of action. You were mesmerized, how could he have gone from sweet to sultry like so?

Snapping your head up at him, you grabbed his wrist, unable to handle his lingering touches any longer, consumed by your own need for him, you weren’t going to stray him away from his band responsibilities, especially considering how important today was for them.

You were panting slightly, lungs tight, and chest heaving slowly. God, you were a wreck for him weren’t you?

“Daniel, I don’t think I’ll be able to think properly if you keep going for much longer,” you whispered, chuckling at your own besotted behavior.

He laughed then, amused by his own antics and your reaction.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I was just messing with you,” he replied sincerely.

You swatted at his chest in faux admonishment, scolding him for teasing you as much as he had, but before you could retreat your hand, he took hold of your forearm, nuzzling his cheek into the palm of your hand, bestowing little pecks on your fingers, hand, and wrist.

He sighed, his hand still holding yours to the side of his face.

He mouths to you, ‘Forgive me, baby’, brown puppy dog eyes on full display.

How could you ever, ever stay upset with him?

A knock on the dressing room door interrupted the romantic little bubble the both of you had created for yourselves in the space.

In an attempt to rid yourself of the sudden layer of lust and want that had seemingly clogged your mind, you broke away from his grasp politely, walking over to the entrance and opening the door for your unnamed visitor.

Jake stood on the other side accompanied by Sammy who stood right behind him, the both of them in their own angelical yet warrior-looking garb.

“Hey Y/N, we’ve come to fetch our dearest, most darling, Daniel,” Jake teases. Sammy and you chuckling at his use of phrasing.

“Of course, he’s all yours.” you gestured to Danny who had come to stand beside you now.

That bashful smile from before had made its appearance on his features yet again.

Turning to you, he asked, “You ready to come with?”

“I’ll be out in a few, but please don’t let me keep you, I’ll come to the camera side ASAP,” you assured your boyfriend, smitten once again at the fact that he wanted you included in every aspect of the day.

You stood on your tiptoes to give him a soft but firm kiss, and you held it for a few seconds, dismissive of the fact that his brothers were right in front of you both, witnessing.

Pulling away, you grinned at him, “Go get em’ rockstar.”

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This picture has had a god damn chokehold on me since the day I laid eyes on it, he makes me sick to my stomach with love, tbh.

Enjoy this piece, my dearests.

Love, Violet <3

#danny wagner #gvf #danny gvf #god i love him #he makes my heart flutter #the gems #on his hair #like what even #fanfic #greta van fleet

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ioniansunsets · 5 months

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may i please have some heartsteel yone/f!reader? i haven't seen much of my beloved producer 🥺

✖ Heartsteel!Yone x Reader ✖

✖ Word Count: 2k

✖ Tags: Long Term Established R/S

✖ A/N: You get together with Yone 10 years ago in Japan. HC Yone as someone who started out DJ-ing at clubs before outgrowing the scene and fading to obscurity online before Heartsteel picked him up.

---- Meeting Him ----

- You met him back in Japan, back when you visited clubs and actually managed to catch his DJ-ing before he quit. It was underground but it was unique. Experimental stuff that just somehow still sounded so damn good to you. You found yourself drawn to him and eventually going up to talk to him during a break between sets. He fell in love with you shortly after, he had a small but loyal fanbase and having someone like you appear at every single one of his performances really weakened the walls around his heart.

- You spent college dropping by any of Yone's appearances throughout your fall quarter and as school went on and as winter break came over, you finally found the time and energy to hang around and visit his other appearances too. Some fun mall gigs, cute online streams in the day, even managing to land a dj-ing gig at a local dance competition. You could tell it was hard, he had a distinctive style that was as much a pro as it was a con and eventually he faded away from performing at all in person.

- It was his 'Final Performance' so the speak. That late night in the club, a drink in hand, bright smiles as you had fun with you friends while watching the elusive masked dj on his little stage. It was his final performance. Now or never to confess your love for both him and his music, your nerves straight ice as the night slowly drew to a close. Unbeknown to you, he too, felt exactly the same as he watched you from the stand. The passing comments and small conversations the two of you shared over the months left him yearning for something more with you.

- And it was sweet when it finally happened. Uncharacteristically gentlemanly coming from a DJ. You stayed as the club begun to close, Yone walking up to talk to you just like any other time a friendly conversation before he offers you a small giftbag, softly telling you its a personal Christmas gift for his most loyal supporter, telling you to open it when you're home. You thank him, pushing yourself to exchange numbers with him so you can give him feedback when you're home safe. You curse as you miss your chance to confess in the heat of the moment.

- As you return home, you pull a thin package beautifully wrapped in the little bag. You unwrap it to find a homemade mixtape, all of your favorite songs from him paired with special unreleased works that he think you would like. How he even managed to know which were your favorites shocked you honestly. As you look into the bag further a sweet handwritten note confessing his budding love for you neatly written in decorative paper falls out. Poetic words with the neatest handwriting, you could swear the paper itself was scented too. Your heart races as you listen to the CD while reading the pages of his feelings. The first thing you ever messaged him was a cute " Yone, I love you too." Which Yone has graciously screenshotted and looked back on often over the years.

---- Heartsteel / Dating ----

- You two are the loving parents of Heartsteel, the comforting consistency, the caring confidants of the group. There was just something nice about seeing Yone and his partner of almost ten years still going strong in such a stable relationship that causes all the boys to look at you with such respect. You have fun with them all, you work hard late nights supporting Yone and his work, you look out for him as he looked out for you. You were as much part of the gang as he was.

- Surprisingly Yasuo loves you just as much (platonically), he's happy to see Yone just genuinely be so at ease around you, to have someone be there for his brother that can actually make the man relax? You have his approval. After moving on and joining True Damage, Yasuo would worry seeing Yone so alone, so having you appear and provide his brother with such companionship made him happy. Though, Yasuo does tease Yone a lot, every time you meet him he always asks you if Yone has proposed. He can't understand how you two have been together so long yet not gotten married.

- Dates with Yone were always so calming. Bringing you out to hot spring inns during stressful times, inviting you to cute hidden cafes to work together, comforting jamming sessions late night at his place if money was tight. Nothing embarrassingly over to top yet not so casual that you felt like the two of you weren't doing anything special. There was just something about the way he just knows what you need. As the years went by you realized it was just how Yone was, he was an attentive guy and especially so when it came to you.

- Also it was no secret that Yone looked at self care as a priority and slowly you picked up on his little habits too. Simple yet small adjustments to your own habits. The way you two would go through the motions of burning incense and making tea early in the mornings for a quick meditation and mindfulness session. The loving way he would cook healthier meals for you, how he would be the one buying bath and beauty products, how he would motivate you to follow him to Kendo lessons to exercise, how he would leave books filled with comments on post-its around the house for you to read when you had time. The softest part was how he never seemed disappointed even if you said no to any of this, he was caring and patient after all, he'll win you over into self help eventually.

- The biggest change with the new popularity of Heartsteel was seeing the sheer number of fans Yone started to get. You almost forgot what it was like being his fangirl honestly, so used to your life with him after his semi-retirement, it was weird suddenly being thrown back to your college days of being in love with that DJ at the club. Sure things were different, you came home to him, you slept by his side every night, you heard all his music before it was released, but still... There was something about the way your heart thrums as you stand in the audience watching Yone lift his mask to throw you a charming smile. There was something about the way you knew when he laughed softly on stage, when he waves to the fans, when the crowd cheers, that the cool DJ standing up there was all yours. Oh it made you smile just as bright.

---- During Touring Season ----

- Being together for so long had its perks and its downfalls, for one, you two had a really nice house together, a place you truly called home. Little bits of Yone all around you all the time in the way the bed smelt like him, the way you see his drinks in the fridge and his things around the room. As much as it all comforts you when he is away, it all also oh so depressingly reminds you how lonely you are without him. At the least, Yone was a man of conviction and strict schedules, without fail every day at midnight where he is, when the concerts over he would always contact you somehow. Be it a call, a message, and photo. He would always make sure to send you at the very least, something, once a day. Lovingly checking in on you to make sure you were ok.

- Sure you had your own life outside of being his loving girlfriend but yet, being by Yone's side was such a commonplace that the emptiness of the house felt foreign after all these years. Yone did his best to make sure you weren't alone though, leaving little notes hidden around the house for you to find and read, leaving you a playlist to fill his study with music so you could feel like someone was still there. Of course he still called you when he could but there were other things too, like how he kept ordering meals for you, secretly asking your neighbors to keep an eye out to make sure you were safe at night, how he actually sent you postcards so you could have a physical reminder that he was thinking of you. It was all so sweet.

- If you could make it to a concert? You had the VIP treatment, he was very secretive, not really having social media, no one really knew he was in a long term relationship with you. But for Heartsteel? Everyone close to Yone knew who you were. No questions asked, a VIP pass thrust into your hands courtesy of Alune who excitedly dragged you backstage to say hi to your partner before and after the performance.

- During the actual show it was crazy, for someone whose style was so underground it was exciting and certainly different to see how wild the crowd was compared to your hazy memories of small secluded rooms in the fringes of Tokyo all those years back. Heartsteel was good for him you had to admit, seeing him on the international stage, seeing him having so much fun with the other boys, seeing the way he was just glowing with joy when people actually hollered and cheered at his beat drops. A warm bubbling feeling rises up in your chest as you see him smile the way he does around you, only this time it was on the big stage. You knew he was happy with his own small fanbase of loyal stans but you two knew better, a tiny fanbase wouldn't pay the bills, being so wildly loved, being able to make music, his passion, for work. Having so many new people hear the same style of mixing that caught your attention years back and actually love it? Heartsteel was a blessing to you both.

- When you run backstage after the performance to congratulate all the boys on the successful performance Yone stands further back. A warm smile on his face as he pulls off his mask to watch you hug and high five everyone else, a mix of feelings as he watches you talk to his bandmate. As the initial greetings pass, you finally walk up to him, everyone leaving to settle their own post performance maintenance. For Yone, that was a little habit of searching for you and reaching out to pull you into a hug. A habit that he once had all those years back, the nostalgia after every performance always hitting him so hard his usually calm and cool demeanor would crack. The lightest tinge of a blush could be seen rising up to his ears as he finally makes eye contact with you. Slowly he walks over, a hand reaching out to beckon you to come over and hold him.

" You were amazing up on stage, I almost forgot how charming you always looked in the DJ booth."

" And I almost forgot how exciting it was to search for you cheering for me in the crowd. Especially when the crowd is that big."

Yone laughs softly. A deep melodic noise that sends shivers down your spine. Oh the way the corners of his lips curl up, his sparkling emerald eyes gaze down at you. His right hand reaching up, the back of his fingers lightly brushing over your cheeks, pushing your hair back behind your ears.

" Just like old times my love?"

" Just like old times Yone."

Carefully, doing his best to make sure his hair doesn't tickle you, the same hand that pushed your hair back now rises to hold his own messy fringe up as he leans down. Gently, just like always. His lips press against yours. Nothing too affectionate, you two were still in public after all, but still you could feel it, the way the softest kiss from your lover fills your chest with such overwhelming love. As you pull back you look up to see a smile so bright that it causes his eyes to close. Ah, you were truly loved.

#THIS WAS EXCITING i cried a little writing it cos a man this perfect doesnt exist #Yone #Yone x Reader #Heartsteel!Yone #HEADCANONS #SCENARIOS #Half half?#anon answer #YONE IS SO....UGH. he would take care of you oh so well.....................my heart..............it flutters............#Yone League of Legends #Yone LoL #Yone Heartsteel #man would bring you to pottery class and then actively use whatever you make #I hope you love this cos I SURE LOVED WRITING IT...........

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