Can we imagine for a moment: early 2000s muggleborns at hogwarts? Do you remember when grippies for pencils basically had a chokehold on us for so long? I like to think they put them for their wands and stuff like that. OMG or use glitter balls for divination class??? Can you imagine reading your future in a goddam rubber ball filled with glitter like a teacup. Or hex their silly bands to act like the object they’re shaped like? Feather extensions but with pheonix feathers? The possibilities…..
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update from the universe where max and daniel are on strictly come dancing... it's the grand final baybee
They don’t win.
Daniel just has time to wrap Max in a quick hug and say in his ear, “It’s okay, it’s okay,” before they get hustled over to talk to the presenters.
He manages to get off a line or two, standing with his arm around Max’s waist, trying to psychically dissuade him from kicking off –
“It’s like Swayze said, y’know, I’ve had the time of my life dancing with this fella –”
Max is upset, he can tell, but he behaves, just says, “It is of course a shame not to win for Daniel,” before he congratulates Ellen and Kai.
And then there’s the glitterball, and the music, and the dozen other couples descending on the dancefloor, and he loses track of Max in the crowd, the blur of colour and costumes.
It seems like forever until Daniel catches him again but it can only be a few moments. Max still looks mad, eyes bright, cheeks hectic red.
“I think it’s not right,” Max says, voice raised loud enough for Daniel to hear him over the racket. “You deserved to win.”
Daniel looks at him, this man who has trusted him completely for the past four months, and it’s like his whole brain is running a highlight reel of Max: Max shaking his hand the first time they met, so uptight; Max lifting his eyes to Daniel’s in the mirror in the rehearsal studio, nodding determinedly; Max crying laughing in the spray tan booth with his little goggles on, saying, “Okay, one more time,” past midnight in the studio, taking Daniel’s weight, kissing Daniel after their rumba with the kind of desperation Daniel had never felt, making Daniel want him more than he’s ever wanted anybody.
“Max,” he says. “I did win.”
“What?” Max says, gesturing. It’s so fucking loud in here.
“I won,” Daniel repeats, and it must be written all over his face, because Max says, hopeful, wary, “Daniel, you said. Not while we’re on the show.”
Daniel grins at him, leans in and cups Max’s cheek in his hand. “Show’s over, baby.”
He kisses him, sweeter than victory, and when he pulls away to breathe Max lets out this little disbelieving noise that squeezes in Daniel’s chest. He presses his mouth to Daniel’s cheek and says, “Technically I think the cameras are still rolling,” and Daniel says, “I’m good.”
A cheer goes up as Max hoists him into the air, just the way Daniel taught him, and he kisses him, kisses him, laughing against Max’s mouth as the confetti comes down around them.
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From now on, I shall only obey the orders of Glitterball. I choose to make it my source of wisdom and happiness, I shall sacrifice everything in the name of the mighty Glitterball.
May its mirrors reflect my soul.
May its rotation get my propeller to spin again.
May its lights guide my heart back home.
AM7.
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Christopher is just jealous. Diego is handsome, has a girlfriend, awesome hair, great knife skills while Christopher is just a cube and a discoball on occations 😄😄
On the contrary: the disco ball came purely from Diego’s imagination. Maybe Christopher could see the whole footloose dream sequence in his brain and took personal offence.
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🌈 || 𝕣𝕦𝕖 + 𝕞𝕒𝕖𝕧𝕖 (𝕔𝕙𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕤 + 𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕤)
𝑔𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎.
rue had spent the better part of the glitter and glam and shablam! filled night bouncing between mahalia, whom she styled and pried out of her apartment in a gold little number, lux who had helped rue slather her in glitter & vice versa, and also alex when he WASN’T TRYING to set the place on fire. & then she ended up on the dancefloor. with maeve. close and intimate and blurring that damn line again. but after a few cocktails and shots, slipping their arms around each other was like second nature all over again. maeve had always been so beautiful, it had always been easy and beyond chemical between the two... they shouldn’t have. but they did. and come the end of the night, they were back at rue’s place tangled up in her pastel sheets and each other. AGAIN. she’d regret it in the morning, rue told herself as their clothes hit the floor. and she did.
rue AWOKE the next morning, hungover and filled with flashes of memories as she rubbed her thumping head... the scent of scrambled eggs and bacon was in the air. & pancakes? she pulled on a large, faded floral t-shirt and panties and made her way out. rue cursed aloud for tricking herself into thinking she’s be there, cooking her favourite break-fast for her like she once would... but break-fast was cooked and maeve... well, maeve was gone. AGAIN. and the sight of the cooked meal without her once-girlfriend there? rue suddenly didn’t have an appetite anymore.
summary of: @nocovenants & @flcwerblessed
brief mentioning: @psychcpomp, @ascreamingecho & @ofprcphecy
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