Happily Ever After

:: (Established Iambic Prose)

"Danny..." Danny Fenton blinked, looking up from where he was sprawled out over his long-time boyfriend's lap, reading a book. The two were relaxing in Danny's apartment, which wasn't far from the college he was attending. At twenty-one he was happy with the fact he had a wonderful boyfriend, a good school career, and the fact that he wasn't actually dead yet. The last one was the most surprising.

"What's up?" Danny blinked as he realized Andrew was absently braiding and unbraiding strands of his hair, which he only did when he was nervous about something. "Andrew?" Seeing a light blush on the other's face he raised an eyebrow, sitting up and readjusting his position to where he was on the couch next to Andrew, legs still over his lap. "Something wrong?"

"Only that I've planned this for two years and still have no way on how to do this," Andrew sighed, Danny watching in amusement as Andrew began muttering things to himself in French, Danny finally shaking his head and cutting him off.

"Andrew, hun, English, please."

"You've read all my books." At the statement Danny nodded, wondering where this was going. "What happened in the last chapter of 'The Ticking Hands'?"

"Peter proposed to Andrea," Danny responded, looking amused. "In the most cheesy and romantic way I have ever seen, like, wow, I did not know you could do trashy romance. It was a wonderful surprise."

"Did you know there's a separate way that ghost's propose and marry?" Seeing Danny's curious look he continued, "In our world marriage between spirits is a permanent thing, and taken seriously. It isn't something done on a whim, it's something the ghost thinks about for months if not years. The basics involve binding and tying cores together."

"Okay, why this is all really interesting, and really, it is, but where is this going?" Danny asked, looking amused at his boyfriend's rambling. He was used to questions and explanations from nowhere, considering he was a writer, but even for him this was making less sense than usual.

"I've had years to plan and think about this and I have nothing," Andrew admitted, pulling Danny into his lap and looking disgruntled, Danny only following along with a smile. "I've thought of everything and just- Nothing. I can write it, I can imagine it, if I was inclined I could draw it. But proceeding with any of it is a completely different matter."

"You've officially stopped making sense," Danny chuckled, blinking as he saw a small white box floating in front of him. Blinking he held out his hands, Andrew's telekinetic powers letting it drop into his hands. Opening it up his eyes widened, breath stopping and heart going still at seeing it was a simple purple ring, glinting with ghostly energy that Danny could tell was the same as his mate's core. "Andrew..."

"I suppose now would be the time to ask if you would marry me," Andrew spoke quietly, voice hardly more than a whisper as he watched Danny stare at the ring, face blank. Getting worried Andrew fidgeted. "Dann-" He didn't even finish the other's name before he was being jerked into a kiss, Danny kissing him with all that he was and all that he had.

"Hell fucking yes, god you don't even need to ask, just- Just yes," Danny grinned, eyes tearing up with happiness as he hugged Andrew to him tightly, the ghost hugging back just as tightly. "I should warn you that Sam will curse you out for taking so long."

"Consider me warned," Andrew chuckled, voice still shaky. This had been, without doubt, the most nerve wracking experience that he would ever go through. Seeing Danny's ecstatic grin and hearing him talk a mile a minute about everything that he was thinking though he realized he wouldn't have changed anything about this moment.

Besides, even if he was an author he didn't need words for Danny to know how much he loved him.

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3 days, 9 hours, 20 drabbles, 48 1/2 pages, size ten font. A test of will and skill if there ever was one.

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Happy Birthday Kas~