Browsing Greta Van Fleet Fiction

After a while Jake couldn't control his curiosity any longer. "So... were you in a band?" "Yep."

After three major, international tours, Josh Kiszka disappeared into seclusion. Five years after the "Joshua-pocalype III", as it became known, the once-phenom was all but forgotten by all except those who dabbled in such rock'n'roll obscurities.

Danny takes a short vacation on his own, and gets lost. Danny spotted the single man again... Almost as tall as him, about the same age with dark eyes that ran all over him, chestnut mane twisted up into a manbun, a style Danny himself often wore. He'd never seen such a long and asymmetrical face be so harmonious.

“Not there yet,” Sam chirped, though he could have sworn he heard something shuffling behind them. He willed himself to ignore it. “We’ll know when we find it. It’s literally like, this huge crater in the ground.” “Oh, great,” Danny snorted, safely securing the flashlight, still off, in his free hand. “Something to fall right into. Disappear into. Never be seen again.”

Danny paused, head tilting as his brow scrunched up a little, then he laughed, tossing his head back. “You were checking out my ass?”

HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE 2019 “The cabin was also very, very haunted.”—Sam Kiszka “If there’s a haunted fucking cabin, this would be the one.”—Josh Kiszka

With one hand pressed against Danny’s chest, Sam shoved him down flat and pulled back to catch his breath as he marveled at the young man underneath himself. Danny was so striking, he always had been, with those eyes that shook Sam to the core every time they caught his own. He could still remember so vividly the first time they’d made eye contact--social studies in 10th grade.

Sam isn't sure if Danny likes his new haircut...

Sam woke up kind of spooked...

Their lives now a dance of many kinds and Danny wants Sam as his partner, always.

They silently accepted that it was just the two of them for the foreseeable future, the rest of the office barren and quiet. The only thing that ever intercepted that was Sam’s squeaking chair, or the occasional laugh from his cubicle. God only knew what he looked at to create that loud guffaw that echoed through the place, punctuated by a squeak of that stupid chair.

All he could see when he closed his eyes (or opened them, for that matter) was Sam’s long, lean legs bend, and then his ass popping low, bouncing like he was sitting on an invisible… yoga ball.

The twins share treats on their camping trip. Yanno. "Remember that year you decided to do artistic jack-o'lanterns?" Written for the 2020 Halloween Challenge.

Sam is his impatient, risk-taking self; Danny is, of course, Danny.

The twins hunt through their sister's room to find Josh something to wear to a gig.

Greta had that sound and that energy, the same he’d felt all those decades ago as a little kid. They brought him back to his childhood even though they themselves were, practically, still children. Though they lent more towards the hippie side of it, these guys fucking rocked, plain as day. ‘I have to speak with them’ was what repeated in Slash’s mind, over and over. ‘I have to speak with them’.

Jake felt his tongue wet his bottom lip, felt his fingers lightly touch the strings of his guitar again. Danny’s hair was flying around him, the muscles in his arms were bulging and tensing, and Jake could see the beads of sweat dripping down his biceps, his neck, his forehead; he wished more people could see Danny work from all angles. His full body was constantly in motion–not that it was different for any of them, but Danny worked it in a style that was beastly and completely unmatched. When he was at his kit, he was a god. There was no one else who could do it like him, and no other person who tore into Jake’s feelings like him.

It’s fucking hot. They’re bored. They’re also home alone. Why not remedy the two and take advantage of the third? --- The twins suck on some popsicles, and each other.

Sam & Danny quarantine themselves into falling in love.