#and alex offhandedly mentions that he glows

[caramel-covered-apples]

will solace 🤝 magnus chase

glowing healing blonds

thank you for coming to my ted talk

[onboardsorasora]

Isabel (@rizzstappen) showed me this DARLING photo of Daniel (that I am going to hoard like a dragon until I write about it!) But I still wanted to write for our himbo disney princess baby

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Part 4

It took no time at all for Charles and Lando to be endeared to Daniel. In fact, it took 20 minutes and a short explanation about why Sassy couldn't also be in these ‘passport photos’. 

Daniel instead made them promise to take 'passport photos' for Sassy because she's a good cat and deserves to get to fly like the birds too. Not wanting to be left out, Jimmy had padded over and chirped at Lando– a sound Max had never heard him make. And that's how Jimmy got his own 'passport photos' done. 

Now Lando and Charles were giggling with Daniel on the floor by the patio doors stroking Jimmy and Sassy reverently because before today the cats have never even sniffed in their direction. 

"It's because you move too quickly and smelled like a big dog one time." Daniel had said sagely, kissing the top of Sassy’s head, between her ears.

Charles' brow furrowed– he was still reasonably wrapping his mind around the fact that Daniel was actually speaking to and understanding the cats.

"You should go to Alex's house. They have like 12 cats, a dog and a horse." Lando said offhandedly. Which Max thought was the absolutely incorrect thing to say because Daniel's eyes shot up in pleasurable surprise and he turned those big brown cow eyes on to Max imploringly. 

Max stood stock still, he had been in the middle of emailing the photos of Daniel to Michelle and now he wished he could turn invisible. Was he also magically adept? How did one find out? Could he pee in a cup like a drug test or did they prick your skin like an allergy test?

"Max, can we?" He asked with a hopeful smile, a tender slash of his lips. "Please?"

And Max…normally he has no problem saying no. He's even told his nephews no when they beg him with a similar pleading look. But there's something about Daniel's big eyes that made him want to cave in and say yes.

"I…" Max sighed because he was weak to Daniel's charms. Weak to that beautiful expressive face. "We can find out if he's home I guess." 

The three men on the floor cheered happily and Max blinked because he had completely forgotten that Lando and Charles were there. Daniel bounced to his feet and launched himself into Max's arms in excitement– his mouth wide in a happy happy smile. 

Max caught him– hello, reflexes– and was stunned at how Daniel's face transformed in his glee. He was struck dumb, maybe. Daniel tucked his head into Max’s neck, he was so so happy. Monaco was amazing, everyone he’s met so far were so nice! (Except the birds, sadly)

“He says he’s home and we can come over for a games night. He’ll order pizza.” Recited Lando and Daniel jumped at the mention of pizza. Max had promised him pizza and now he’ll get to meet 15 cats, 2 dogs and horses and get pizza?? This was the best day ever. Monaco was the best ever.

Daniel kissed Max’s cheek in his exuberance and started singing about his new friends and Monaco. Lando and Charles, who truly weren’t paying attention before, were once again stunned silent while Daniel’s tattoos shuffled and glowed and the cats became boneless purring monsters in their hold. 

“Holy fuck Mate.” Lando whispered in awe, Charles nodded silently. Max’s attention was on the bit of his cheek that still felt warm from Daniel’s lips. Was it normal to feel jealous of your own body?

Part 5

[saladbroth]

i've said it before and i'll say it again

alex who's special interest and obsession from childhood is weather and natural disasters

alex who knows a ton about weather and clouds and will mention stuff offhandedly

alex who can and will go on informative rants about tornadoes and hurricanes, who gets to do it regularly because the boys & julie love listening to him be passionate

alex who goes on cloud & stargazing dates with willie where alex talks about clouds and willie talks about stars and they hold hands and bond over loving the sky

alex who tracks storms sometimes and who will keep everyone updated during tornado & hurricane seasons

alex who randomly starts talking about volcanoes and then doesn't stop gushing about how cool volcanic lightning is

alex who can and will pull out a 75 slide powerpoint about how climate change affects extreme weather and intensifies it, even if it's mentioned only in passing

alex who gets so into it and he's so passionate and fascinated and his friends who watch him with absolute fondness, and willie who watches (t)his boy and can't stop staring because alex is talking a mile a minute and his hair is a mess but he's smiling and has this glow to him and willie is just sitting there like oh

just. weather & natural disaster nerd alex <33

[onewhoturns]

fictober.6.: june 4th 10pm

#Fictober19 Prompt: 6. Yes, I’m aware. Your point? Fandom: Oxenfree Pairing: Alex/Jonas [a post-ending, pre-epilogue to So it Goes] Rating: T (language, no warnings apply) Tags: Fluff, disgustingly in love, stepcest, remnants of time loop angst Word Count: 955

It had been two hours of careful orbiting. Never getting too close, but always keeping an eye on each other. Occasionally reaching out for a surreptitious fleeting touch, something to remind each other that they were still there, that they were still themselves. That all of it was real. It’s easier when they’re alone. They know that’s real. Other people… maybe they’re just expecting them to forget, or to say something that doesn’t belong. 

Weirdly, since getting off the ferry Jonas has had these brief moments of paranoia. Wondering if maybe they’re in the wrong timeline. Like someone’s going to tell him something happened and he won’t remember a word of it. It’s some kind of weird imposter syndrome. Like sometimes he isn’t fitting the mold just right. The same puzzle but a different printing, where it’s right but not right at the same time. He feels that way, but it hasn’t actually come up yet. 

Regardless, at least he and Alex fit together. 

Very well, actually. 

After two hours of polite small talk about the speaker for the ceremony, the speech from the valedictorian, and - as always - the looming future plans question, Jonas is about done with the party. Alex even moreso. He’s had to redirect his path a couple times, seeing her start to zone out, or watching the frustrated set of her jaw, just so he could interrupt whatever it was that was affecting her. Sometimes she just needed a passing touch on the back of the shoulder. Other times, he’d pull the ol’ self-sacrifice and take one for the team with even more questions that not-so-subtly asked so who the fuck are you? 

The murderer and the delinquent. Their parents must be so proud.

Finally the adults have shifted away. Another half hour and the sun is well down. Everyone left at the party is under 22. Someone legal bought the beer. 

Things are harder when he’s drinking. They were already hard enough. Not touching her. When that’s all he ever wants to do. Kick her sneakers with his, lean an arm against hers... kiss her. They take what they can get. It’s fucked, but most of that is at home. He’ll carry that guilt in the back of his mind whenever he sees Grace with his dad. But Alex makes up for it. Having Alex. 

He wants her for a finite forever. Until it ends. 

That’s probably why he’s staring at her across the basement, zoned out a few feet from the ping pong table (the most legit game of beer pong he’s ever witnessed). He’s staring, a fuzz in his ears and at the corners of his vision, on his second drink as he watches her too wantingly to be done in public. But everyone else is drinking too, and they’re distracted, and he’s not. 

Alex is picking up her freshly filled cup when she catches his eye, gives him that crooked smile. 

He snaps back into himself, blinks, looks around for witnesses. No one, really. 

Alex is already almost to him once he’s shifted his eyes back to her. Her foot kicks out at his sneaker. Closest thing to affection they can manage in public. She sways into his space a bit, though, like she wants more, and her eyes are a little glassy to match his. And then she just takes his hand. 

To Jonas, hand-holding is a dead giveaway. But at the same time… It was how he could follow her. Following Alex. Trying not to die. Traipsing every path over and over again, and at some point she just grabbed his hand and… well. That was that. He doesn’t argue. Even if he sometimes wants to. 

“How are you?” He asks, over the music. 

She shrugs. Not one to lie. “Could use a breather.” 

He glances around, and everything seems busy. “Not sure if I can-”

Alex is already tugging him along. Jonas, as always, follows. 

She takes him through a door into a crappy bathroom, ditches her still fresh drink to open the door on the other side, and behind that is a kind of workshop. “No one ever comes back here,” she mentions, offhandedly. 

Jonas ducks under cobwebs, ditching his own cup on an abandoned workbench with a wryly murmured, “...Wonder why.”

A door to the right hums. Alex slides it open with a little more force than should really be necessary, and pulls Jonas inside. 

It’s a laundry room. A little dingy, lit with fluorescent tube lighting under yellowed acrylic. She drags the sliding door shut again, squeaking on its track. Sound is triply muffled. She grins. 

“Alex…” 

Her other hand reaches for his, fingers tangling together as she steps into his space - and then they’re kissing. 

He breaks away. “I don’t know if we-” But God, he wants to. 

“Hm?” She sounds too innocent, and pulls him toward her as she moves back, only letting go of him long enough to hop up on top of the dryer. 

“The party’s still going on.”

“Yes, I’m aware.” There’s that crooked smile again, with a touch of mischief in it. “Your point?”

Jonas’s mouth opens to say something about it being a public event, and everyone being too aware of their relationship, but… it closes. Yeah, no, fuck it. 

For her, he’ll do anything. Sometimes that meant carrying her body up too many goddamn stairs, eyes glowing red. Sometimes it meant ripping the radio out of his dash, or clumsily decoding morse code audio files in a panic, or breaking into the knife cabinet so she could cut up apple slices for an after school snack. And apparently, tonight, anything means making out in a laundry room. Not the worst sacrifice he’s made.

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