Darren/Nutella crack ship fanfiction
The only thing that could be heard for miles was the roaring of ocean waves. A pair of little-over-average sized feet walked across the shoreline. The waves crashed onto the sandy beach, making the beautiful human jump. He laughed, shaking off the salty water. He ran up the hot sand, eager to get dry and warm in his blanket. When no more glistening water droplets covered his skin, he laid out the damp blanket neatly on the ground. The 25 year old wiped off his feet as he sat down to eat lunch. He reached into his picnic basket to see what was inside. Yes, this human was mature in ways of looks, but not mature enough to pack his own lunch. I wonder what my mom packed me today, he thought. His hands grazed the bottom of the basket, but then attached themselves to a silver, gleaming knife. He froze. Slowly, the knife got lifted out of the basket. The "man" gripped the knife tightly, looked around to make sure nobody was watching, stood up, and then did a few cool attack moves. It was a lightsaber, a pirate sword, then a dagger. He chuckled to himself, and sat back down. He pulled out a few slices of bread, and then reached inside for what he thought might be mustard or mayo for a turkey sandwich. It was a jar of Nutella. They eyed each other. The strong arms quickly unscrewed the white cap. Delicately, the knife went into the jar, and then transferred to the bread. He started going faster and using more and more quantities of the delicious hazelnut spread. The snack went straight into his mouth, filling it completely so he could not talk. He tried to say, "Oh, this is SO yummy," but all that came out was a moan. Well, that explained it pretty well. The silly human fell backwards onto the blanket, and rolled onto his stomach. His finger examined the short neck of the jar, collecting all the excess Nutella and sticking his finger into his mouth, then releasing it with a pop. Oh, why not, he thought. He stuck his whole mouth in the opening, and using his tongue to lick all the yummy goodness up. When he came up for a breath, his upper lip was covered in sweetness. He rolled onto his back, doing a soft lick to remove it from his face. He hugged the jar tightly as he screwed the lid on, giving it a small peck. I love you… he thought as he looked lovingly into the jar's label. He then covered himself and the jar with the part of the blanket he was not laying on, and curled up to take an afternoon nap on the beach.