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[alwaysonf1]

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Pairing: Charles LeClerc x Hamilton!OC

Genre: Slice of Life; Fluff

Word Count: 3.3k

Warning: Mild Language.

Rating: PG-13

Author's Note: PSA there will be no French hear unless it's a pet name or I love you.

A knock on her door makes Iman jump. In the process a bit of the lip gloss she was applying gets on her chin. Panic fills her and she quickly grabs a tissue and blots it away. 

“One second,” she calls out.

Iman would love to say that all her nervous energy was because she needs to touch up her make-up quickly, but it was there long before that. It’d been there since she’d woken up from her nap. She’d opted out of the late lunch she’d been invited to, claiming she was tired and needed a bit to recharge. Which hadn’t been a lie, but it also wasn’t the complete truth. Iman needed alone time to pull herself together and scream into her pillow.

The giddy schoolgirl behavior was back.

There was a part of her that still hated that feeling, but she’d also started to embrace it. Most of her relationships didn’t come with it. That didn’t mean the ones that did were amicable at all, but for some reason she felt like this time it made sense. This time it was okay to fall into her emotions, even if the potential bad outcome comes true.

As soon as the thought enters, even though it’s not sending her into a spiral, she pushes it out. Going into this with only thoughts of the good, while being realistic is what she needed to do. Even if things ending badly, was a realistic possibility.

With a tap of her setting powder and then a light mist, she gets herself up from the seat in front of the vanity and grabs her purse from the bench near the door. Her gaze flits over the mirror on the other side of the door and she walks toward it. One thing she isn’t nervous about is her outfit.

The olive-green dress she chose fits her well up top and flares perfectly at the bottom, stopping just below her knee. It’s her favorite color to wear and she’s full of herself enough that she knows that others agree with her choice. However, the one area where she’s a little hesitant is the shoes. Why she packed stiletto length heels she was unsure, but they work and that’s all that mattered.

A deep breath, an adjustment on how the bottom half of her braids not in an updo, and then she opens the door.

Unconsciously she takes a sharp inhale. When Charles looks up at her he does the same. It stops some of the burning in her cheeks, but she could see the rosiness forming on his face immediately. He looks bashful and that comforts her for some reason.

“Hi,” she says.

Not enough to get her to say something better than that though.

“Hi. You look… beautiful, mon ange.” He sounds a little breathless.

However, that isn’t what she focuses on. No, her brain is fixated on the term of endearment. Fixated on him calling her his angel. Iman is sure that the burn in her cheeks is enough to be visible. But she hopes her blush is hiding it. Being this flustered is a little embarrassing.

“Thank you. You look handsome.” 

The statement could easily just be a throw away compliment since he gave her one, but Iman means it. Her eyes scan him from head to toe, his combination of brown slacks and a cream ribbed button up makes her warm in a different way. Her eyes meet his again and he his lips are quirked in a smirk and there’s a fire in his eyes.

A second passes with them just staring at each other, then Charles extends his hand. Iman takes it without a second or first thought. Their fingers lace together, and Charles nods his head toward the elevators.

“We shouldn’t miss our reservation.”

Iman nods and they begin to walk. 

Silence fills the space between them, but it’s comfortable. Once inside the elevator she thinks Charles will let go, but he holds her hand firmly. Not giving a single sign, he plans to release her. Even as one of her fingers taps against the back of his hand due to her mild fear of being trapped in an elevator. Something that came from getting trapped in an elevator once with Logan. 

He leads her out of the elevator once the doors open, squeezing tight for a second. 

The only times he’s been in front of her is to motion her forward in a lady first gesture. Something she doesn’t need for a date but feels good.

Though the usual move was to rent a house on vacation, everyone thought a new resort that had everything you could want on the property was a good idea. So, from the moment they exit the hotel to their arrival at the restaurant only five minutes will pass.

The first minute is with more silence, but then suddenly Iman is pressed against Charles’ side. Her eyes go wide, and she turns her head to look up at him, but then she feels a whoosh of air. She turns her head just in time to see a golf cart going too fast.

Shock is the word that best fits her as she watches the cart until it disappears. Then she looks to Charles again. Despite their impending danger just moments ago he seems very calm. Too calm.

“Did you set that up, Charlie?”

“What do you mean?” Confusion takes hold of his features. 

“Your saving the damsel in distress moment?” 

His confusion only seems to grow, and she watches as he opens his mouth to reply, then closes it. An expression that Iman would call a little arrogant replaces the confusion.

“Are you a damsel in distress, mon ange?”

Iman purses her lips in thought, then bats her lashes at him.

“Maybe.”

Charles leans in close and whispers in her ear, “Then I will save you whenever you need it.”

Involuntary shivers run down her spine and from the growing smirk she knows that Charles noticed it. Her immediate response is to fall into a shy persona, but she steels herself, this time being the one to whisper in his ear.

“I’ll hold you to it.”

There’s a mild shift in expression, but he manages to keep it off his face. 

“We have to go. Don’t want to be late, remember?” she says.

Charles clears his throat and nods, leading them to the restaurant. This silence is more tension filled than before. The kind of tension that Iman enjoys.

But because she knows that he’s already flustered she doesn’t do anything to get him even more riled up. Just holds his hand until they get to the entrance of the restaurant. Her hand goes to push open the door, but Charles beats her to it. He gives her a look that she’s sure is about the audacity of her opening the door herself and then guides her in by the small of her back.

This resort has quite a few F1 fans on staff, so it doesn’t shock Iman when the host’s face lights up and he gestures for them to follow him without a word said. He leads them through the half full restaurant and to a table that isn’t completely separate from everything else but has some level of privacy.

Charles pulls the chair out for her, and she sits, her hands itching to look at the menu, but she waits until he’s seated and the host leaves. Iman’s hand reaches out to grab the menu, but it’s gone and in Charles’ hands before she can. She opens her mouth, ready to ask what he’s doing, but that’s paused by the waiter arriving with water and taking the drink orders. Before he leaves Charles promises they’ll have their orders ready for when he comes back.

So, instead of saying anything Iman looks at Charles with a raised brow. One of his hands extends across the table and takes her’s. He looks into her eyes and she almost melts.

“I know what you want,” he says.

Immediately she wants to be apprehensive, but she doesn't give into that. Yes, people could be different when a romantic relationship is on the table, but Charles sat through an hour rant about a date with someone who ordered for her and then ate half her food while she was in the bathroom.

“Go on,” Iman says.

“They have wagyu here.”

All funny feelings fled her at once and she could feel giddiness building up in her. 

“And a asparagus dish similar to…”

A soft sound of joy escapes her, cutting him off. The mention of two of her favorite things is all she needs to hear. Without thinking she gets out of her seat and goes to his side. She takes his head in her hands and leans down, kissing him in a way that isn’t soft, but also not intense.

When she pulls away Charles looks breathless again. And for a moment Iman thinks about doing it again but sees their waiter out of the corner of her eye and moves back to her seat. 

“What did I do to deserve that?” he asks when the waiter leaves.

“Listen.”

“That is all it takes?”

Iman knows he’s teasing her. They’ve had many conversations about the bar being in hell. Though he says it’s much deeper than that.

“I also just wanted to kiss you.”

“You are welcome to any time, mon ange.”

Embarrassment for her reaction to that or her reactions at all is nowhere to be found. Maybe it will turn up when she’s trying to sleep at night, but Iman has no regrets. Charles is a man she’s liked for longer than she’d care to admit and like she told herself in her hotel room, she’s allowing her elevated emotions to be what they are. She’ll mellow out.

Neither say anything else, taking a moment to taste their drinks. Wine isn’t her favorite thing, but she likes the red wine she chose. She hadn’t specified what kind, and the waiter didn’t ask. It worked in her favor.

Throat clearing and she’s looking at Charles again.

“Do you like it?’

“Surprisingly, yes.”

“Good.”

“Do you want to try it?” 

Charles’ eyes widen. “Oh no, mon…”

The glass is already outstretched to him, he hesitates, but takes it after a few seconds. Iman watches intently as his lips press to the rim and he takes a small sip. And then another. And then for a third time.

“Hold on now, I didn’t say you could drink it all.”

Her hand beckons for him to give it back and he takes one last sip then hands it over. There’s a pout taking shape, but Iman refuses to be swayed by it.

“Put that lip away before I bite it. Order your own.”

Brows are raised at the word bite, and he doesn’t stop the pouting. In fact, he exaggerates it. 

“Sharl…” she warns.

That brings a smile and she can’t help but roll her eyes, before smiling as well.

Time either moved quickly or the staff did, because two waiters approach with their meals a second later. They’re both covered until the plates are on the table and a man is now no longer what Iman is salivating over.

“Thank you,” they say as the waiters leave.

Once they’re gone Iman takes no cues from Charles, just picks up the smallest piece of her already cut steak and fights a moan. It’s nearly perfect and it’s been a while since she’d had it.

Her next step is tasting the asparagus. There’s a little surprise in the restaurant having it whole, the only time she sees them in an up-scale restaurant is usually as a barely there part of the meal. 

The moment she touches her tongue her eyes go wide and she takes another bite immediately. This time something akin to a moan almost comes out, but there’s another piece in her mouth before she can release it.

“That is almost the taste exactly,” Iman says.

“I don’t believe I have asked you, why do you enjoy those so much?”

Iman puts down the cutlery and takes a sip of her wine.

“Lewis was, and still is, a terrible cook. But that didn’t stop my mother from leaving me with him for a week while she worked. I only knew the basics and that got tiring after a while. So, I begged him to make something fancier. He caved, we went to the store and grabbed anything. Then we got home and it was a disaster trying to figure things out. Burned chicken, burned chocolate lava cake, and somehow burned mashed potatoes. Asparagus is the only thing that we managed not to burn and we’d just thrown random spices on them before roasting so we were terrified. But we agreed it was the best vegetable eating experience we’d ever had. Took weeks to figure out how to recreate it.

“And then he went vegan on me. So, it became one of the few shared favorite dishes we have.”

Charles appears thoughtful. There was some eating here and there - from both of them - as Iman spoke, but she had his full attention the entire time.

“Ah. I will admit that this love you have for it is still confusing to me, but I understand. Now, how did you come to love such an expensive cut of cow?”

Soft laughter escapes Iman because of his phrasing.

“For one of my birthdays, Lewis just showed up and said we were going to Japan. I’d always wanted to, but mom refused to let him just jet me here and there because it would spoil me or something. As if he didn’t in every other way,” Iman rolls her eyes. “But anyway, we went and did all the touristy things, ate ramen in small towns, and bought way too much in all the districts of Tokyo. Then we went to a restaurant that was just the fanciest place I’d ever seen. It was a kind of place that had a set menu.

“I wasn’t all that sure about trying the wagyu when it came out redder than I liked, but he convinced me and it was the best steak I’d ever eaten. We still had a week after that and I convinced him four more times to take me to places with wagyu, but I refused to have anything but the best. That’s the first and only time he’s cut off my spending. Which is fair. I was at risk of actually putting a dent in his bank account if I got my way.”

A fondness fills Iman and she thinks back to the chaos and fun of that trip.

“So should I raise my price when I go into contract negotiations to prepare for this addiction of yours?” he asks, laughing.

“If you like me, happy.”

“Then I will do just that.”

Iman was uncertain if he was joking or not, but there was this look in his eye that made her think he might not be.

Instead of addressing that she continues to eat her meal. They speak here and there about the things they loved in life. There’s a lot of focus on Iman getting back into dancing and Charles wanting to release more music.

“Why not release a single? Get the fans excited.” Iman asks

“I have nothing ready.”

“I’ve heard your “unfinished” music before, it’s great. You’re just too in your head.”

“Perhaps.”

Two waiters arrive to take their plates and then leave quickly. As if scared to linger longer than necessary.

“Dessert?”

Lips pursed, Iman shakes her head. “Hm… I usually wouldn’t say no, but I don’t know if I can manage.”

“We could share?”

Iman thinks it over, she knows that she’ll have to satisfy the sweet treat craving later if she doesn’t now. Which is fine, but she kind of wants to know what the restaurant has to offer. 

“Okay.”

Hand not even halfway up and the waiter is at their table.

“What can I help you with?” he asks.

“One of your chocolate mousses, please.”

“Only one, sir?

“Yes, we will share.”

Their waiter pulls a face. “I’m sorry sir, are you sure? The mousse is quite small.”

Charles looks at me and I turn toward the waiter.

“Two of them, please.”

The waiter nods and is gone as fast as he arrived. 

They continue talking about everything under the sun and just like their food, the mousse is there before they know it. And when they see it, their understanding of what small means is very clear.

“No wonder they provide such small spoons, trying to make people think it’s more than two scoops,” Iman says.

Nothing else is said and they dig in. It takes them both three spoonfuls to be done with it, confirming that Iman will need to order something from room service anyway.

“Ready to go?” Charles asks.

“Yes.”

He leaves the table and returns a minute later with his hand outstretched.

Iman takes it and rises from her seat and allows him to lead her out of the restaurant. The sun is much lower in the sky and so the walk is much slower than it was before. Their hands lightly swing between them.

When they reach Iman’s room she thinks it’s too soon, despite turning a five-minute walk into twenty. 

Stalling, she turns to face him and just stares. Charles does the same thing. Then he’s creeping closer and closer, until Iman’s back is flush against her door. One of his hands slips to her waist and the other cups her face. He angles her head up and then his lips are on her’s. They’re soft and taste of chocolate. It’s gentle to start, but Iman wraps her arms around him, trying to pull him closer and it takes a turn.

They part for a moment and then Iman puts a hand in his hair and pulls him back in. Her teeth graze his lip, he shivers. So, she does it again, but instead of a graze it’s a bite.

A haze comes over her.  As they finally pull away and she doesn’t know how long they’ve been at it, but she hears voices and doesn’t want to get in trouble for indecent acts in public.

“I should probably…” she trails, hitching a thumb at her door.

Charles clears his throat and loses some of that spacy look he has going on.

“Yes, you need your rest. We have an early morning.”

“Someone really should have stopped that Florida man from booking a sunrise breakfast boat ride and then snorkeling.”

Laughter. “I am sure it will be fun.”

“I hope so.”

Seconds tick by with neither of them doing anything. Then the voices get closer and Iman rediscovers sense. 

“So… good night, Sharl.”

“Good night, mon ange.”

They lean in and kiss again, but it’s more of a peck. Then he watches as she unlocks the door and goes into her room. She waves at him as she closes the door.

Inside her room Iman stands perfectly still as she counts down thirty seconds, hoping that he’s on the elevator. She reaches thirty and she grabs a pillow from the love seat in her room and screams into it.

“Hell yes,” she shouts.

###

Every second since Charles kissed Iman at her door has been like he’s floating on a cloud. His every moment is almost autopilot and when he breaks from his stupor for a second or two, he can’t remember when he changed into his pajamas or dimmed the lights. 

Standing in front of the bathroom sink so he can brush his teeth, his eyes meet the reflection and he sees a dopey smile on his face. Not that he hasn’t known it was there this entire time. But seeing it is different. It confirms something for him.

He’s not going to let this slip away. 

That’s not the thing he’s confirmed though, but he can’t find it in himself to address it. It feels too fast.

[tomoleary]

Dan Jurgens and Phil Jimenez - Titans/Legion of Super-Heroes: Universe Ablaze #4 (2000) Source

“Cover is jam-packed w/heroes from both teams, including the following: Titans - Nightwing (former Robin), Troia (former Wonder Girl), Tempest (former Aqualad), Argent, Starfire and Cyborg; Legion - Cosmic Boy, Gates, Leviathan (former Shrinking Violet), Live Wire (former Lightning Lad), Mon-El, Saturn Girl and Triad (former Triplicate Girl).”

[cadeloverforever]

HELLO!, I'm going to make one of kano, sad? xD, idk, I'll try to make it at least sad, although what's truly sad is my way of writing,idk, I'll leave you with the Headcanon!

(la versión en español está en esta misma publicación!) I hope you like it!

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Kano Headcanon! (Sad?)

<> well.... well you were the "perfect" couple, they had really warned you what Kano was like, but you simply thought that they were exaggerations, since with you he was something else, he was not like the others said, or well that you thought, he gave you gifts, all kinds of things and loving actions for you

<> 4 years, fourth damn years, did you see it coming?, NO Absolutely not, things began to get complicated when he began to arrive with a smell of cheap cave liquor, although you already knew that he drank that was not so much the problem but that It was his shirt which almost always had traces of makeup that was not yours, he even had fresh lipstick on his collar.

<>The first few times you don't face him, oh girl... the first mistake, each time he began to be more isolated and the few times that you really tried to save what little was left of your relationship by taking him to restaurants or the movies, spoiler he never It came, it only broke your heart more, how could that happen? everything looked so... so... so happy...

<>What made you explode when you literally found him with a woman, in a bar, flirting together, you walked away from that place as quickly as possible, your eyes filled with tears, but why? You already knew or well you suspected that he was cheating on you, so why does it hurt as if you hadn't known? Did you want to confront him several times, ask him why? Why was everything falling apart? But your heart was stronger than your logic.

<>While you were crying he was having fun in the bar, that made you remember everything they told you, you should have paid attention to those words that you thought were only to hurt you, you spent several days trying to talk to him, which resulted in fights , shouts and insults and they even threw things at each other, in one of their many fights you shouted at him what you already knew about his deception, he limited himself to saying "you weren't paying attention to me, it makes sense why I do it"

<>After those many fights you decided to put a damn end to this shit, you didn't say anything, you just packed up and left, they lived in an apartment, you didn't have many things in that place other than clothes or similar, you went to another place, maybe that you have traveled to another country to seek peace or forget all that "love" shit

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HOLA!, voy a hacer uno de kano, ¿triste? xD, no sé, intentaré que sea al menos triste, aunque lo realmente triste es mi forma de escribir, no sé, los dejo con el Headcanon!, espero les guste!

Kano Headcanon! (Triste?)

<> bueno.... bueno ustedes eran la pareja "perfecta", realmente te habían advertido cómo era Kano, pero simplemente pensaste que eran exageraciones, ya que contigo él era otra cosa, no era como decían los demás. , o bien eso pensabas, te dio regalos, todo tipo de cosas y acciones amorosas para ti.

<> 4 años, cuarto maldito año, ¿lo veías venir?, NO Por supuesto que no, la cosa se empezó a complicar cuando empezó a llegar con olor a licor de cueva barato, aunque ya sabías que bebía que no era tanto. el problema pero que era su camisa la cual casi siempre tenia restos de maquillaje que no era tuyo, incluso tenia labial fresco en su cuello.

<>Las primeras veces que no lo enfrentas, oh chica... el primer error, cada vez empezó a estar más aislado y las pocas veces que realmente intentaste salvar lo poco que quedaba de tu relación llevándolo a restaurantes o al cine, spoiler él nunca llegó, solo te rompió más el corazón, ¿cómo pudo pasar eso? todo parecía tan... tan... tan feliz...

<>¿Qué te hizo explotar cuando literalmente lo encontraste con una mujer, en un bar, coqueteando juntos, te alejaste de ese lugar lo más rápido posible, con los ojos llenos de lágrimas, pero por qué? Ya sabías o bien sospechabas que te estaba engañando, entonces ¿por qué te duele como si no lo hubieras sabido? ¿Querías confrontarlo varias veces y preguntarle por qué? ¿Por qué todo se estaba desmoronando? Pero tu corazón era más fuerte que tu lógica.

<>Mientras llorabas el se estaba divirtiendo en el bar, eso te hizo recordar todo lo que te dijeron, debiste prestar atención a esas palabras que pensabas que solo eran para lastimarte, estuviste varios días tratando de hablar con él, lo cual resultó en peleas, gritos e insultos y hasta se tiraban cosas, en una de sus tantas peleas le gritaste lo que ya sabías de su engaño, él se limitó a decir "no me estabas haciendo caso, se hace". sentido por qué lo hago"

<><>Después de tantas peleas decidiste ponerle fin a esta maldita mierda, no dijiste nada, simplemente empacaste y te fuiste, ellos vivían en un departamento, no tenías muchas cosas en ese lugar más que ropa o similar, te fuiste a otro lugar, tal vez hayas viajado a otro país para buscar la paz u olvidar toda esa mierda del "amor"

[hitchell-mope]

(After the umpteenth privacy interruption)

Kara: I love my sister dearly. But I think we should move and not tell her where we’re going.

Mon El:....I’ll start packing.

[ao3feed-supercorp]

Nostalgic For You (A Playlist of Us)

by BonzaiBri

Kara looked around the packed venue, her eyes lazily dragging over the tipsy but enthusiastic crowd. Her heart suddenly lurched in her chest as it skipped a beat and she cursed herself. No matter how hard she tried after twenty years she couldn't stop the instinctual reaction she had every time she saw a woman with long dark hair and creamy skin. One would think that hope would diminish through the last two decades but Kara found herself clinging to it as if it were a life raft keeping her afloat in the crushing waves of loneliness. Her shoulders sagged with a long-held weight as her eyes refused to move away from the back of the unknown woman's head and the dark hair gathered up in a high pony. She indulged herself a moment and pretended it was *her*. But then something quite unexpected happened and for the briefest of moments Kara thought her heart had well and truly stopped. The woman turned to talk to her friend and Kara caught a glimpse of her profile. There's no way. Kara rubbed her eyes. Surely it was the lack of sleep and three beers, there's no way. Lena Luthor? OR Kara and Lena meet at summer camp in 2003 and they reconnect 20 years after tragedy ripped them apart.

Words: 5276, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers, James "Jimmy" Olsen, Winn Schott Jr., Maggie Sawyer, Samantha "Sam" Arias, J'onn J'onzz | Hank Henshaw, Leslie Willis, Mon-El (Supergirl TV 2015)

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Additional Tags: Teen Angst, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Skater Kara, baby goth lena, Kara has tattoos, Lena had piercings, Alternate Universe - No Powers, late 90s early 00s nostalgia, Writer kara, Angst and Tragedy, adult Lena is still secretly goth, adult Kara seriously has a lot of tattoos, buff kara, Lena and Kara both really need hugs, Gay Awakening, Mutual Pining, Gay Panic

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[facepalming-since-chernobyl]

Karamel Fanfic (from the anon who said they were gone for 2 yrs):

Chapter 1: Too Good at Goodbyes

"I'm sorry... Kara, you know I didn't choose to do this but it's our only way of saving the planet..." Mon-El cupped the cheeks of his wife who was tearing up about losing him and their family again. However, both of them knew, Saturn and it's forces were not going to give Earth and it's inhabitants any bit of mercy unless they get what they want.

Supergirl and Valor...

The heroes who built and led the Legion of Superheroes for hundreds of years. Perhaps, now was the time they were bound to part ways.

Mon-El went to Saturn after a long and heartbreaking confession with Kara, he talked to their General and hesitantly agreed to their conditions.

"I shall marry your daughter, but promise us that you and your army will leave Earth alone in peace."

Despite being extremely distasteful and broken on the inside, Mon-El acted sternly and intimidating to save his family and the planet.

"Very well, the wedding shall happen tomorrow in a public ceremony in Saturn." The General grinned and smirked due to his victory.

Mon-El returned to his house and helped Kara and the children (who were grown adults) packed so they can move someplace else far from him to avoid any rumors that can break the agreement.

Their second child, Kalex, questioned his father. "Dad, after all this time, you're gonna leave us behind. Do you wish to say a final message to each of us?" The boy was fuming on the inside, but like his father, kept calm and tried to understand the situation.

"Son, I hope you-"

"I understand dad, I just wanna know what you have to say for us."

Mon-El sighed softly as all of their children gathered along with Kara on the couch. No matter how stubborn or mischievous these grown adults are, he will always love them more than anything in the universe along with their mother for they are his kids and the product of his love for Kara (and vice versa).

"Kara, my love, thank you for giving me a chance to live the life that I didn't knew I wanted. You will always be the best thing that ever happened to me, the best I've known and I'll keep loving you with all I left in this universe. As long as Rao watches, I shall and will never love another."

Kara slowly nodded, previously, she had a breakdown and didn't understand the situation but after a hundred years, after all that she had seen, this was no longer that common to her.

"Kalex, my first son. I can see through you that you're angry with all of this yet you keep trying to understand everything. You've always been disappointed in yourself for not having any powers but son, I'm really proud of you."

The boy with blond hair and brown eyes slightly gave a heartfelt smile to his father.

"Mara, I know you're secretly planning a universal revolution-"

"Took the words right off my mouth, dad!"

"It's not a good idea at the moment, Mara. You've always been just like your mother, driven and had a wildfire within you. You're gonna inherit my position someday, I hope you choose wisely and do what's best for the people."

Mara saw her dad as a very patient man who knew his way through everything. Therefore she admired him and nodded in respect. She was still going to do that revolution tho-

Mon-El turned to his youngest children. Twins Karina and Monica who looked so much like Kara but are polar opposites. Karina is a typical Daxamite who reminded Mon-El of himself before the doom of the planet while Monica is almost a replica of his wife when he first met her, she wears glasses, acts awkwardly and was once a writer.

"Karina, I misunderstood you a lot and I've not given you any affection compared to your siblings... But I hope that you'll find your way through this just like anything else. Monica, you've always been strong and free spirited, may you guide me and the rest of the us towards peace. I love you both."

He hugged them tightly and almost teared up seeing their cold glares when he broke the hug.

I love you all...

He thought in his mind, that something they all knew very well but should be reminded during hardships.

~~~

After helping the rest of the family pack and eventually got them a ship to move away. He went to the Fortress of Solitude to say goodbye to someone special.

His first child, Hope.

The first child he and Kara had who has conceived during a one night stand when he time travelled back to the 21st century hundreds of years ago.

The girl with blond wavy hair and blue eyes shared many features with Kara yet when you look at her, she looks exactly like Mon-El and gives off even the same energy as him.

"I heard about the news."

"I'm sorry Hope, you must understand."

"Of course I do, tho it's only a matter of time before I do something that may give us justice."

"Hope, Saturn promised us peace. That's why I'm marrying Imra."

"And tell me, why should we rely our peace to Saturn? We can achieve that on our own and you know very well that the General never stays true to his word."

Hope stared at her father coldly while voicing out her opinion on the matter. Mon-El tried to explain his side.

"Saturn is holding the entire planet hostage, one major attack from them could annihilate all of us"

"They won't be able to do that when we annihilate them first."

"Hope-"

"Don't worry, I won't do anything for now. I'm waiting for the right time and settle this plan with Mara. You may go now, goodbye."

"Hope, child, I love you."

"It pains me that you still have to say that..."

Mon-El looked at his daughter worriedly and flew away while Hope is looking for information in the Fortress. She never looked at her father while he was talking, no... not this time. But minutes after he left, she cried quietly and tears flowed down the ice of the Fortress...

Thanks for sharing!

[travelingtheusa]

MISSOURI

2024 Nov 6 (Wed – Paul’s birthday) – We went into town for lunch at the Cakes N Creams Diner – a fifties diner.  It was very period with red and white tiles and red chairs with a counter and booths as well as tables.  We both had a cheeseburger and fries.  I had a malt and Paul had a cola.  It was good.  Then we stopped at WalMart to pick up a new rug and cat bed.  Sheba has had accidents on her cat bed.  Most laundromats won’t let you wash pet bedding so we bought her a new one.  So far, she likes it very much.

      We picked up a bunch of packages at the office.  We ordered several things from Amazon and had them sent here.  It’s always like Christmas when you get these packages.

      At 5:30 p.m. we went to the community room.  There are 57 people her on this caravan.  Normally, we don’t take more than 25 people on a caravan but this is a stay-in-place so there is no tail gunner.  Dave & Jackie, wagon masters, decided to include everyone who signed up as well as everyone on the waitlist.  This is quite a big crowd.  We had tacos for dinner.  Then Jackie went over the itinerary for the next ten days.  We will be seeing a lot of shows.

2024 Nov 5 (Tue) – We packed up and left at 9:40 a.m.  It was raining lightly as we packed up and along the first part of the trip.  We arrived at America’s Best Campground in Branson at 1:00 p.m.  This is a nice campground.  Lots of trees yet spacious.  Our site has FHU with a concrete pad.  There is a pool on site although it is closed for the season. 

      After set-up, we headed out to Top of the Rock, Ozarks Heritage Preserve.  What a place!  It was very Disneyesque.  The buildings were constructed of rock.  The landscape was made up of table rock – layers of flat rock stacked one on top of another.  We took a golf cart drive along a 2-1/2 mile trail through the woods, through a cave and under the roadway.  There were Christmas decorations and lights all along the path.  Their nighttime show begins this weekend.  When we finished our delightful ride, we went back in and made a reservation for Sunday night.

      Next up was a tour of their museum.  It has the largest collection of Native American artifacts in the world.   The museum was huge!  We wandered through room after room for what seemed like hours.  It got to a point that we wanted to get out but couldn’t find the exit.  We finally did make our way out. 

      There was a beautiful chapel on the grounds that we went to look at as well.  It was made out of the rock that everything else has been built out of.  The window overlooking the valley was made entirely out of glass, giving a spectacular view of the Ozarks.  We then went into the main building to the Big Cedar Lodge for dinner.   We enjoyed a meal as the sun set in the distance.  It was expensive but we enjoyed the day thoroughly. 

2024 Nov 4 (Mon) – It rained off and on all day, sometimes pretty heavily.  We went to the Katy Depot Railroad Heritage Site.  It was a former railroad depot turned museum.  There was a lot of reading.  Storyboards told the history of the town and the railroad.  The Kansas-Texas Railroad came through the town for seven years.  The line was dubbed the Katy trail.  Even though the railroad closed and the tracks have been removed, the Katy Trail remains and many people bike and hike on it.

      We stopped at Great Clips so I could get a haircut, had lunch at Fitters 5th Ave Pub, picked up groceries at WalMart, and got a prescription filled at CVS.  

2024 Nov 3 (Sun) – We drove out to meet our friend, Donny, in front of the county courthouse.  He took us on a ride all around the town, pointing out areas of interest.  The historic district was beautiful.  It was rich with many old and well-kept buildings.  We stopped by the railroad depot and the Bothwell Lodge but both were closed.  Donny dropped us off at our truck and we all drove to El Tapatio for lunch.  He had ice tea and we had a meal with margaritas. 

      After we said goodbye, we drove onto the fairgrounds to look around.  They have a large number of permanent buildings on site.  We happened to spot a gun and craft show so we went in.  There were SO many guns – pistols, rifles, shotguns, tazers, crossbows, even slingshots!  We bought some RV toys for Hudson and Noah for Christmas.

2024 Nov 2 (Sat) – We packed up and left Omaha, AR, at 10 a.m.  The drive was easy on state highway 65 all the way.  There weren’t any big towns so we had to pull on the side of the road in front of a closed business to have lunch. 

      We arrived at the Missouri State Fairgrounds in Sedalia around 1:30 p.m.  The campground is completely empty.  We are all alone here.  There was no office to check in with.  We chose a spot and set up.  Later, a security guard arrived to collect our fee for three nights. 

      I contacted our friend, Donny.  We used to be friends in high school.  Then Paul & I got married and he joined the Navy.  We haven’t seen one another for more than 50 years.  It will be an interesting reunion tomorrow.

[alchemicalwerewolf]

Fuck does kara like mon-el

you know that moment in Rosamund where it’s like “from the meat packing plant?” And then Jeremy just has the most disgusted voice and is like yes T-T

that’s me

[yetanothercomicbook]

A Time To Die

Legion of Super-Heroes #48

Insane!

"...And Mon-El carrying a dwarf star towards headquarters..."

Every page is gripping. The four conspirators commence working on a plan that is frankly jaw-dropping. Meanwhile, Tellus and other Legionnaires prepare to work against them.

Away from all that, the latest chapter of Chameleon Boy's undercover mission is an action-packed thriller with a shocking cliffhanger ending. What the actual fuck is going on here?!

Paul Levitz (102 of 119).

10/10

[danielxwhitechapel]

❝ I wanna tear this place apart tonight                                               And have you thank me for my rage ❞ 

Is that CHRIS WOOD? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually DANNY WHITECHAPEL {  cis man, he/him }. He is a 33/706 year old VAMPIRE. He is a FREELANCE HACKER/INVESTOR and can easily be found at THE UGLY DUCKLING. He is known for being SADISTIC, MANIPULATIVE, and IMPULSIVE but also CHARMING, PATIENT, and OBSERVANT. You could probably bribe them with A PACK OF TWIZZLERS or piss them off by UNDERESTIMATING HIM. { marie, 27, est, she/her }

triggers:  domestic abuse, murder

stats

Character Name: Daniel Samuel Anderson (now Whitechapel)

Nickname: Danny, Danny Boy, Dan (he will kill you if you ever call him this, ask the last person...oh wait, you can’t.)

Age: 33/706 years old

Birthday: June, 27th 1317

Gender/Pronouns: Cis man, He/Him

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: Hacker/investor.

How long they’ve been in Los Santos: One month

Currently Lives: Sunnyside

Similar: Kai Parker, Alex Karev, Crowley, Katherine Pierce, Mon-El, Joey Tribianni (foodie), Stiles Stilinski (techie), Theo, Johnny Faust, Damon Salvatore

Inspo: Spotify | Pinterest

personality

impulsive

sadistic

manipulative

patient

observant

charming

pretty goofy (idiot)

temperamental

cunning

THE CHESS MASTER - this is an incredibly patient muse, they may seem oblivious, but in reality, they are quietly plotting something big. they’re intelligent and not everyone around them is aware of this, which works to their advantage.

key points:

triggers: murder, parental neglect, childhood abuse, domestic abuse, death, violence

Danny was born into the long line of powerful Anderson witches but his family wasn’t the best around. His father was famously abusive in the household, beating on him and his sister more often than not.

Despite that, Danny tried to seek help from the rest of his family to hone in on his powers and became a pretty powerful witch.

His father eventually passed away (though some were suspicions that he was murdered and that Danny was somehow involved though no proof was ever found)  and without the man’s domineering hand upon him, Danny’s familial ties disintegrated. He didn’t particularly care for his family and though maybe odd, the lack of being able to connect with people wasn’t abnormal...at least to Danny it wasn’t.

His lack of ability to truly connect changed when he met Damien - a twist he certainly didn’t see coming in his life.

Danny fell in love hard with Damien - in a way he didn’t think he was capable of. It was a connection he didn’t think he would ever had with someone.

It shocked him when Damien finally revealed that he wasn’t human but was indeed a vampire. He took it in stride and after some thought, he accepted Damien for who he was. However, he made the other swear that he wouldn’t turn him. Under no circumstances, did Danny want to be turned into a vampire. It would be curse. Damien promised and the two continued their life together - happily.

But happiness is hardly ever long lasting. When Danny turned 33, he fell victim to the Black Death. He was on his deathbed and after saying his goodbye to his love, he was certain it would be the last. No amount of magic would heal him, and he had tried.

What Danny didn’t expect was to wake up and find out that Damien had gone against his word and turned him. Danny woke up livid when Damien confessed what he had done and he fought against completing the transition. He would rather die than become a vampire but Damien had left him no choice and forced him to finish the transition.

As soon as it was done, Danny lashed out. He hated Damien for what he had done and made sure the other knew it without a shadow of a doubt. He never wanted to see him again.

Fueled by deep rage and the inhuman power that came from being a vampire, Danny changed from who he had been as a human.

His sociopathic and temperamental traits had always been present but it was exacerbated by his new nature. Rather quickly, Danny shed any humanity he had and became one of the most lethal and ruthless vampires in history. His name was well known as was the torture, havoc and chaos he brought whenever he stepped foot into some place new.

Danny reveled in his destructive nature and despite initially hating what he had become, he now does love it and the power it brings.

The old human Danny has long been gone and anyone who knew it back from ancient times would fail to recognize him.

Throughout the years, he’s made it a point to never run into Damien but with every life he took, he hoped it would drive a stake through his ex-lover’s heart a little bit more with the knowledge that every life he took and tortured was because he had the audacity of turning him.

Danny has traveled throughout the world for most of his life.

Four hundred years ago, Danny ran into Syd Whitechapel - coincidentally, Damien’s older brother. The two had an instant spark of connection. They bonded over their deep desire for destruction and sadistic nature until love seemed to overtake them. They have been married since and though not the world’s healthiest or best marriage, it’s what worked for them. 

After spending so many years together, it’s not uncommon for the duo to part ways for a few months or a couple of years at a time. Mostly, to handle business the other has no interest in, and sometimes when they pissed each other off. Though, they keep in contact through texts and calls and through a spiritual bond they had a witch do on them. It keeps them connected despite the distance. 

Eventually, Danny grew bored and upon hearing that Damien was in Los Santos, he figured why not entertain himself by torturing him with his mere presence.

Danny has been in town for a month and has been lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect chance to strike down hell on his ex and everyone else in Los Santos.

headcannon.

Do not call him by his full name. He hasn’t been Daniel since ancient times and there is only one person who can still get away with it and that’s Damien - though he will pay heavily every time he dares to call him that.

Has a pretty bad temper and is sadistic to the core. A bored Danny is a dangerous Danny. His mind needs constant stimulation or he grows exceedingly restless and that leads to impulsive decisions that bring the sense of chaos and adrenaline he needs.

The kind of guy that can be ruled by his emotions (impulsivity) and thinks about things later.

Lower on the sociopathy scale so he’s able to feel some emotions at a higher intensity and comprehend to an extent but he prefers not to. He technically has a sense of right and wrong but blatantly doesn’t give a shit and would prefer to cause destruction at others' expense. 

When technology rolled around, Danny became fascinated with it. He has heavily invested in it since it’s creation and has become a tech wizard of sorts, going as far as becoming one of the most well-known hackers on the dark web, even if not known by his actual name. Mostly, he does it for fun because why the fuck not? Besides the illegal stuff he gets to pull on humans is downright ridiculous and sometimes, enjoyable.

He wears a silver band with the words partners in crime on his left ring finger - it’s his wedding band, handmade by his husband. 

Often is seen wearing a black leather jacket - also his husband’s as a token whenever they part ways for a period of time.

Fluent in English, German, Russian, Ukrainian, Spanish, and many other languages.

wanted connections

CLICK HERE FOR THE FULL LIST OF HIS WANTED CONNECTIONS

Fledglings (he’s probably turned a few vampires in his life time - probably the worst sire in the world lmao)

Younger Sister: The Anderson siblings would have had a difficult relationship. To an extent, Danny would have been protective of his sister. Whether that born out of genuine concern or love is up for debate. His sister would have had a front row seat at the earlier and maybe subtle signs that Danny had never fully been there in the head. The early sighs of lack of empathy, manipulation, and sadistic behavior. However, these were minimal and often went unnoticed. She would have been the only one who knew of his relationship with Damien back in ancient times.. We can discuss their dynamic afterwards. After turning, Danny might have gone to see her (did he turn her too out of spite? did she push him away? Who knows!)One thing is for sure, the Danny she grew up knowing is long gone and im here for any drama that comes from that. 

Enemies: Danny has no regard for right or wrong and whatever he does is born out of either spite, boredom or sadistic need. I would love to see an enemy relationship that bites him in the ass. Maybe a hunter born out of Danny’s killing their family? A resentful fledgling? 

One night stands

Flings

Drinking buddies

GIVE ME EVERYTHING

[ralnbookedits]

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⋆ ━━━━╍   Chris Wood as Mon-El layouts.

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[newrulesedits]

•˚.✽ ⊰ Chris Wood as Mon-El in Supergirl twitter packs.

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[mxsshufflherinx]

❥  Chris Wood as Mon-El from Supergirl layouts.

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[dejavuedits]

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[moondust-edits]

KARAMEL – packs

── 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙪𝙨𝙚: 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚/𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜

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