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[onboardsorasora]

Enchanted AU: Part 33

Thank you everyone for all of the well wishes, I do feel loads better than on Monday! and I really appreciate everyone's kind words. Sorry this is kinda late.

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Part 33

New Years Eve morning was crisp with a steady wind. Max felt like it was going to be a good one. He was never a ‘resolutions’ sort of guy. He made goals and worked towards them– regardless of how long it took to get there. Then once that goal was completed, he moved to the next one. 

But he had a new year's wish, a goal yes, but this was inherently magical in nature. 

He walked out onto the patio to see Daniel curled up under his cat blanket. He wore his headphones and was staring out into the city scape, but his hands were stroking Sassy and Jimmy’s fur unconsciously. The cats looked up at Max and that got Daniel’s attention. He slid his headphones off and smiled a small smile at Max, a cute blush settled on his skin.

That had been happening more often since the chat in the car. They hadn’t spoken more since that, spending the whole day with the boys. But they’d remained close the whole time, Daniel had been no more than a finger’s length away, tucking himself easily into Max’s side as if happy to finally be able to do so.

Max leaned against the wall and smiled down at Daniel.

“Morning, did you sleep ok?”

Daniel’s head ducked a little shily, but he nodded.

“Good. I wanted to know, if you still wanted to go on our date later?” 

Daniel stilled, their date? He thought back to the chaos of the last few days, eyes widening at the memory. He had completely forgotten.

“Do you still want to?” Daniel asked, because he truly couldn’t help himself. If Max didn’t want to anymore, it would be fine too.

“Yes.” Max made sure to say it clearly. “I was thinking we could leave at 7?” Max tilted his head in his Sassy way, Daniel bit back his smile.

“Yeah, that sounds good to me.” Daniel bit his cuticle to try and temper his excitement. He wanted to dance and sing, for the first time in days. He felt happy.

“Perfect. You can wear whatever you want, but it’s going to be cold I think.” Max scratched his cheek before smiling happily at Daniel and going back inside.

Daniel watched him go with a soft smile before looking down at the cats.

“We have a date!” He squealed softly, “I dunno what to wear…What do I do until seven?” Daniel asked unsurely, sighing sadly when the cat didn’t answer. He’d forgotten that he couldn’t hear them anymore.

Sassy didn’t allow him to wallow for long, she got up– tugging on his sleeve as she did so. He followed her inside, Jimmy trailing behind them. They passed Max’s sim room, the door was closed and Daniel heard the familiar noise of the motor of the rig. Sassy led him to Michelle’s room, she was on the phone but smiled widely at their entrance.

“Do you want to say hi to Uncle Daniel?” Michelle asked to her phone and Daniel grinned at the cheerful reply of  ‘yeah!’.

Daniel spent the rest of the morning chatting with his family, teaching Isaac the Dutch words he remembered and soaked up the closeness with his older sister. He completely forgot all about his anxiety for the date until lunch time.

Grace made lunch, kissing Daniel on the forehead when he smiled happily at her– without his headphones on. Max walked into the kitchen after spending hours locked away and Grace shooed him to the table to sit with Daniel. Max chuckled fondly but walked off, hands in the air to show he was listening.

Max bumped his shoulder into Daniel’s when he sat down, grinning when Daniel leaned over and bumped him back. 

“I’m excited for later.” Daniel admitted after Grace provided Max with a plate. Max’s smile was one of his wide scrunchy ones. The butterflies in Daniel’s stomach went crazy.

“Me too. I hope you really like the restaurant, Lily suggested it.” Technically Alex did, but it was Lily’s favourite and Daniel and Lily had very similar tastes.

Daniel melted, did Max ask their friends to help him plan their date? Could he be anymore perfect? Daniel felt the love he had bubbling up to the surface, the words were behind his teeth but he swallowed them back with a forkful of gnocchi. If he said them now, he’d want to kiss Max and they haven’t since the mistletoe incident.

Daniel wanted to, he truly did. But he wanted it to be better than the first time. The first time was lovely, but marred by a misunderstanding. Daniel would kiss him later on their date. He couldn’t wait.

That made the butterflies fly anew, he still didn’t know what to wear! It wasn’t like he had a whole closet of clothes to choose from, and Max said it would be cold. But that still left the choices between his favourite green sweatshirt, his favourite blue sweatshirt with the rose, or his favourite lilac sweatshirt.

He would ask Michelle for her opinion after lunch. The buzzing thoughts in his brain stopped dead when he felt the press of Max’s thigh to his. He looked over to see Max watching him with an amused expression.

“You are thinking very hard. Whatever it is, you don’t need to glare at the table, y’know.” Max said simply. Daniel groaned, palming his forehead, causing Max to laugh at him.

“I’m just trying to decide what to wear later.” Daniel mumbled. Max made a soft ‘oh’ like sound, his own grin softened.

“Whatever you wear will be perfect. You’ll be beautiful regardless I think.” There was a soft blush on Max’s cheeks, answered by the lurid red that Daniel’s face turned. He covered his face with his palms.

“You can’t just say that!” Daniel whined shyly. His brain ground to a complete halt. Max just called him beautiful. While they were here at home, simply eating lunch. Max thought he was beautiful…doing mundane things. Daniel felt like his face was on fire, like he could just melt away into a puddle of… lovely-daniel-in-love-goo. The name needed work but it was how he felt ok?!

“But it’s true.” Max shrugged simply, as if it were really that simple. As if he hadn’t just altered Daniel’s brain chemistry. Why didn’t he just kiss him on the forehead to reboot his brain while he was at it!

“Would you like that?” Max asked curiously, doing his Sassy head tilt. And Daniel realized that he said that out loud because of course he did. 

In for a pound, or however the saying his Nonna always said went. Daniel nodded, because yes he did like that thankyouverymuch and relationships started on honesty. Not that they were in a relationship…yet?

Max looked like he was thinking about it, ready to lean over to press his lips to the curls on Daniel’s forehead when Michelle bounded into the dining area happily. She plopped down at the table and slid a bowl of soft amaretti cookies in front of Daniel. He gasped before taking one and munching happily.

Max raised a brow, looking at Michelle questioningly. Why did she distract them? Michelle looked back with narrowed eyes before making a face he recognized from Vic when he almost messed something up– specifically a surprise. And Max mentally facepalmed because of course. He nodded back at Michelle, thoroughly chastised. 

Daniel, whose eyes had been blissfully closed during this entire interaction, turned his happy honey eyes on Max. He slid the bowl closer to Max, his mom’s cookies were so yummy. Max took one, smiling back when Daniel grinned happily at him. Max couldn’t wait for their date.

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[yen-stanning]

HAPPY BAD BATCH WEEK TO THOSE WHO CELEBRATE

[jortsjoestar]

an unexpected turn of events. a monstrous transformation come too soon. a shared secret between an unlikely trio. a bizarre adventure far greater than anything they could have possibly fathomed. and the blossoming of deep seeded ties that will ultimately bind a young boy to the very people he had once set out to eradicate.

who would have ever thought a single punch could change the course of history for these tentative allies?

updating every few weeks!

WELL, it's been two months but we're back again! This time with another thrilling installment of a thousand answers! What's going on with dio and erina and jonathan and everyone else? You'll just have to read and find out as we crawl closer to the end of this tale (2 chapters left after this!)

[litchi-tea]

[talesandfluff]

average conversation with straight women

[bigfatbreak]

Birds of a Feather previous / next

[refriedcaprisun]

That one steven universe meme but with beast Atsushi and Chuuya ٩( 'ω' )و

[mellosdrawings]

"You talk too much"

[awakefor48hours]

[ID: the Gotta Be One of My Favorite meme, an image of a man standing in front of a car, looking to his left, and holding his folded hands up to his chest.

The top of the image has text that's been edited to say "Shout out to physically affectionate m/f platonic friendship fr 🤞🏿" And the bottom text says "Gotta be one of my favorite genders."

Throughout the meme are 14 images include:

Hooty stretching around Lilith for a hug from The Owl House

Vanessa and Finral from Black Clover high-fiving.

Steven and Peridot from Steven Universe sitting together in the cockpit of the gem drill.

Nobara and Yuji from Jujutsu Kaisen holding hands.

Jesse putting a hand on Lake's shoulder in Infinity Train.

Sprig on Anne's head from Amphibia.

Luz resting her head on Hunter's should from The Owl House

Ochako grabbing Tenya's shoulders from My Hero Academia

Willow and Gus from The Owl House linking arms

Jaune hugging Ruby from RWBY

Douxie putting his hand on Claire's shoulder from The Tales of Arcadia

Gray patting Lucy's head from Fairy Tail

Norma and Barney hugging from Dead End Paranormal Park

Bow holding Adora's face from She Ra and the Princess of Power

/End of ID]

[ionomycin]

spacing out, thinking back

[saragrosie]

Season 1- early 2 of my new favorite thing: Ghost Spider Podcast

John-level monologue below:

Idk what these lads look like and I'm not looking it up because I REFUSE to be spoiled. I just based John (Jon?) off of that one drawing of him with the fisher price tape recorder my buddy sent me. Martin just looks like that to me. I usually always draw the spirals in eyes but in my head he has black eyes like a shark :> (Martin they could never make me hate you). I got past the episode where the police lady said John and Tim have scars? So I added them. Rip worms on the face. They're not in the "Martin are you a ghost" thing cuz I guess him and Tim got them in their fight out of the catacombs when they were separated from Martin? Idk I'm not going to look at anything till I finish cuz I wanna go through one thing without being spoiled for once

[shanastoryteller]

The day his deal comes due, Sam goes missing.

Dean tells himself it’s nothing, that he’s gotten caught up in some research, some last ditch, hail mary nonsense and that he’s just turned his phone off and everything’s fine, that he wouldn’t do something stupid, that he wouldn’t break his promise.

He tells himself that for the first two minutes after he cracks his eyes open and sees the empty bed across from him, and the first time his call goes straight to voicemail, and not much after that. Sam’s broken his promises over things significantly less important to him than his brother’s life.

Dean is dressed and in the Impala five minutes later, heart thudding wildly in his chest. He calls Bobby, Ellen, everyone he can think of, but none of them have heard from Sam, none of them have eyes on him. Sam was with him last night, even if he boosted a car, there’s only so far he can get.

He keeps calling, keep searching, desperate to stop whatever he’s trying to do, to find him, to see his brother one last time before he’s dragged to hell. To make sure Sam is going to be okay after he’s dragged to hell. But the hours tick down, the sun sets, and he can’t find a trace of him. He’s so exhausted and heart sick that when he goes to call Sam again it takes him a long time to read the number on his phone, eyes swimming, the time not making any sense.

1:03

That’s not possible.

That’s not –

His phone rings, blocking out the time with Bobby’s name across the screen, and he answers it but his throat is too thick to say anything.

“Dean?” Bobby says tentatively. “Are you – I got an email from Sam. It just said, I mean, did–“

“What did it say, Bobby?” he asks, even though he’s sure he knows.

Bobby sucks in a breath at his voice, because he knows just as well as Dean that he should be screaming in hell right now, not answering his phone. “To take care of you.”

Dean drops the phone, hears Bobby still talking as he grips the wheel and presses his forehead against the back of his hands. This is what he’d been afraid of. This is why he hadn’t wanted to mess with the deal in first place. This is the one thing he’d begged Sam not to do.

It's easy to find a crossroad.

The demon is laughing at him when it shows up, wicked grin in a pretty face. “That didn’t take you long, boy.”

It’s a different demon than the one he delt with, obviously, but Dean figures they all know the same shit, since demons are a bunch of gossips. “This wasn’t the deal. My brother lives and I die.”

“You traded your soul for your brother’s life,” she corrects, so amused by all this that all he wants to do is kill her, to exorcise her, to make her scream. “Just like your father traded his for yours. There’s no reason Sammy can’t make his own trade. Man, but is your family fucked up. Maybe if you’d just settled down like little Sammy wanted, you wouldn’t all be bargaining for each other’s lives like haggling at a flea market.”

“Untrade it,” he snaps. “My soul for him alive, come on, no year, no waiting, you bring him back and take me to hell right now.”

She laughs in his face. “You don’t have anything to bargain with, boy.”

“My soul,” he repeats, “That’s what this is about, isn’t?”

“Oh, it’s what it’s all about,” she says. “But Sammy’s a clever boy. You know that, don’t you? He didn’t trade his soul for your life, he didn’t have to. You didn’t die. No, he traded it for your soul. Sorry, honey, but your credits been declined.”

At first he doesn’t understand. Sam traded his soul for Dean’s, exactly, so there’s no reason he can’t trade it right back. Then he gets it.

She sees the exact moment it clicks, the moment despair and horror sweep across his face too quickly for him to stop them. “That’s right. Little brother owns your soul now. For some reason he didn’t think you’d take proper care of it. You have it because that’s where he wants it, but no one will be making any deals with you, Dean Winchester. You can’t sell a soul you don’t own.”

“You can’t,” he has to clear his throat, “you can’t just come in and change things at the eleventh hour-”

“Eleventh hour?” she interrupts. “Sammy made his deal eleven months ago.”

His mouth is so dry he can’t speak.

“Isn’t it funny?” she asks, head cocked to the side. “All this time, the deal he’s been trying to get out of wasn’t yours, but his own. Maybe the two of you might have even managed it, except you just wouldn’t help, would you? Insisting that he not research, that he not look for a way out, and he spent so much time trying to convince you, coaxing you to talk about your feelings when he knew you were safe, all he because he thought it would make you feel better when he was gone, because he couldn’t tell you the truth and talk about how scared he was, so talking about your fear was as close as he could get.”

Dean’s going to be sick. “Don’t – please, please, I’ll give you anything-”

“You don’t have anything,” she says, gleeful. “You want to know why I agreed? The thing that made it just too delicious to refuse? Sammy’s down there, just starting in on an eternity of torture, and all he has to do get out of it is give up your soul. It’s his, after all, and he can put the original deal back in place any time he chooses. Just one moment of weakness on his end and his beloved big brother will be on the rack instead.” She sighs happily. “It’s almost as good as anything we’re doing to him down there, the knowledge that if he slips up for even a moment then it would all be for nothing. I couldn’t have found a way to twist the knife deeper if I tried.”

There’s vomit crawling its way up his throat and he has to swallow it down before he can speak. “I can’t – I’ll do whatever you want, please, there has to be something.”

She leans forward, cruelty and delight shining in her eyes. “The only thing you can do is what you’ve been telling your precious baby brother to do for the past year. Accept it. Move on. Live a good life so his sacrifice isn’t in vain.”

God. How can she – how can Sammy expect him to –

He’s doubling over, finally upchucking what little he’s ate today, and he’s dry heaving on the dirt when he hears the fading sound of her laughter.

This can’t be real. This has to be Hell, he has to be in it right now. He has to be.

[mobius-m-mobius]

Lokius in Loki 2x03 - "1893"

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts 3 - The Caribbean

[mourn-and-watch]

you get excited about datv. you start reading tevinter nights to get the gist of what's coming. you read horror of hormak. you're fucking terrified because what are we supposed to do about eleven horror-producing ghilan'nain related mountains with ghilan'nain running wild.

[bigfatbreak]

In canon, a kwami's power must be used through a human wielding a miraculous, otherwise it'll have unforeseen consequences. So, in your AU, does Imago stealing Marinette's agonies cause any sort of trouble?

honestly the biggest unforeseen consequence is that this dude is around and being himself

no but for real, there should be a hypermassive consequence for a kwami unfettered peeking their head in, but there's not because of shit we'll get into later.

just consider it like this for the time being: now that Marinette is a sage and is capable of communing with the gods, she as a living being can be used as that intermediate conduit for power instead of the miraculous gems. If it was Tikki, for example, using her power raw with sage!Marinette, Mari would be able to access the power of creation or be swayed by it - however, it would put a massive strain on her, as she's not a miraculous but still capable of acting as that pipeline.

The reason Marinette has no ill effects from Imago, however, is because Imago is playing with a catch 22. Their purpose was to take agony away from Marinette, so even the exhaustion of accessing the unfettered power of a god was something he stole from her, so it seems like zero consequences have been had. In truth Imago is now SO tired holy moly and they DO NOT LIKE IT LMAO