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Title: Go Ahead and Affirm
Author: [personal profile] eumelia/[ profile] eumelia and [ profile] verasteine
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating: PG
Spoilers: N/A
Word Count 457
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: This is a work of transformative fiction, created for fun and pleasure. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Title from Obama’s statement for ABC regarding on May 9th 2012 regarding Marriage Equality in the United States.
And a big thank you to [ profile] verasteine, who co-wrote this with me, made sure it was presentable and just listened to me rant on this subject, more than once. Thank you, bb.
Summary: “How can you tell me to let it go when we’re once again reduced to second class status, huh?”

Danny looks at the tv and says, "And where does that leave me?" He gestures at the screen. "This is gonna make a difference, how, exactly?"

When he glances sideways, he notices Steve has a bitter sneer on his face.

"Motherfucker," he says out loud, looking at the screen again.

Steve looks at him. "Let it go, Danny."

"Let it go? That? Where I'm supposed to be grateful?" Danny says as he stands, paces, his anger fueling him into motion that feels impotent.

“It’s better than anyone else has ever said.” Steve is on his feet, grasps Danny’s shoulder, holding him steady and close.

Danny shrugs his hand off and ignores the hurt in Steve’s eyes. “He’s dangling rights in front of us as if they were privileges, Steven! Privileges accorded to us based on how human he decides we get to be!”

“I know, Danny! You think I don’t know?”

“How can you tell me to let it go when we’re once again reduced to second class status, huh?”

Steve rubs his jaw. “We’re not second class citizens. No one said we were.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? What the hell is the matter with you?”

“Don’t. Just don’t.”

“Don’t ask and don’t tell, right?” And Danny feels sick when he says it, because he knows it’s a low blow, sees Steve flinch.

Danny breathes in a shuddering breath. “Babe–“

Steve sits down with a sigh and looks up at Danny. "I don't want to fight with you."

Danny watches him, the exhaustion visible in the slump of Steve's posture, his eyes glued to Danny's face. Danny sits next to him and sandwiches Steve's hands between his. "This shouldn't be held to the standard of someone's opinion."

Steve's fingers twitch between his, as if being caught is too much, and he replies, voice low, "I know, Danny."

Danny sighs and rubs the heels of his hands into his eyes. His anger slips away and a despair he thought he’d rid himself of encroaches. He tries to shove it down, out, keeps his hands pressed into his eyes, feels the threat of moisture building behind his palms.

Steve pulls him in, catching him sideways against his chest, as if he knows. Danny stays huddled against him for a long time, until at last Steve pulls back and gets up. He moves stiffly, holding out a hand. "Come on, Danno."

Danny grumbles, but lets himself be pulled up and led up the stairs.

In the dark, once Steve is spooning him from behind, he says, "Every time, they dangle this like it's a prize. We'll decide if you're good enough to deserve it."

Steve holds him tighter and buries his face in the back of Danny's neck.
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June 2015

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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.


-"V for Vendetta"


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