#even if he treated her well at first no good father would switch up like he did

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Between Two Worlds ~ Loser! Miguel O'Hara x Stripper! Reader (Pt.10)

★ Word Count: 4.3k

★ Content: Big reveal alert. Miguel meets Reader's entire family (finally). Mentions of bullying. Miguel will worry a LOT. A bit of making out is mentioned. Dana shows up again btw.

★ A/N: Had to let this sit in the oven a bit longer so sorry for the late post. I hope you all enjoy!

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The car ride back to New York is silent.

Monday came around, and Miguel and you packed up. He gave generous tips to the staff and thanked them for their hospitality. Then, after another delicious breakfast, you two were on the road.

Nothing was said because Miguel was waiting. You promised to tell him what was going on after the trip. He didn’t want to go all out and jump to conclusions about what’s wrong with you. Maybe you meant when he dropped you off, not right after leaving the hotel.

Now he's seeing why Gabriel said he can be literal.

He tries to take his mind off it by listening to pop music and mentally rehearsing his order at the gas station. He should get another milkshake. Strawberry caramel with whipped cream on top. That can be his treat for the day.

“So…” You start, holding your hands, “Kron is my regular.”

Miguel swerves, accidentally switching lanes on the highway. You shriek while gripping the door handle to keep steady. His heart pounds against his chest for a brief moment when he easily returns to the lane he’s supposed to be in.

“Miguel, what the fuck?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He quickly apologizes, wiping the sweat from his palms on his pants. “That surprised me.”

“That surprised you? Note to self, I’m not telling you anymore serious stuff when you’re driving.”

“Sorry…” He shifts in his seat. Your words replaying in his mind.

Kron Stone, Tyler’s son, Miguel’s half-brother, is your regular.

What are the odds that your other regular, who’s been tormenting you, is a man Miguel despises? He was never on good terms with Kron; they never saw eye to eye, even in school. Kron displayed all the traits of a typical bully: rough, strong, and mean. And he never lost any of those traits when he got older.

This must be his punishment for handling the news that Dana is dating his biological father. Tyler’s son had to come in and ruin the good thing Miguel had with you.

“Say something.” You say while looking at him.

Miguel didn’t know what to say. Should he tell you that he’s related to your other regular? Would that make the entire situation weirder than it is?

“How long has he been your regular?”

“Since I started at The Weave. He was my first.”

His face twists at that, “Does that mean…did you…?”

“If you’re asking if I fucked him, no, I didn’t. But…” You hum, biting your lip. “Actually, maybe I shouldn’t tell you all the details.”

“No, no, I can take it.”

“I don’t want you to crash the car if I tell you.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

Miguel holds out his pinky, smiling at your snort. You wrap your own around his to solidify the promise.

“Okay, well… I did give him a few handy’s.”

He promised you he wouldn’t crash the car. His hands grip the steering wheel, knuckles getting lighter. He doesn’t want to think about the idea of Kron enjoying a hand job from you. His girlfriend.

“Are you…planning to give him more when he comes back?”

“No!” You gag, “I have a man now. That means no hand jobs or kissing. Unless its you.”

Miguel beams, “Good. I mean…if you did have to do that for him, I understand.”

“Don’t say that. I like you, I don’t like that asshole.” Out of the corner of his eye, you fold your arms, an annoyed look on your face. “He just shows up out of the blue. I’d be okay with not seeing him for six months, but he suddenly arrives! Always at the worst times too.”

“I’m sorry.” He reaches for your hand to hold. “Do you have to see him? You can always decline, right?”

“Yeah, but he’s one of my biggest moneymakers at the club. The man practically gave me ten grand one night. And that’s with Jess taking her portion.”

Miguel frowns at that. Even Kron can supply you with more than he could. The man is related to one of the richest CEOs in the world, so of course, he could help contribute to your goal of buying a house.

“I see…”

You sigh, intertwining your fingers with his. “The good news is that Kron visits the club for about two weeks before he goes to do rich guy stuff. We can handle that.”

“Yes, yes we can.”

Two weeks is doable. Obviously, Miguel would have to deal with Kron being around during that time, but if that means you get more money for your house, that’s fine with him.

“So, are you good now?”

“Hm? Why are you asking that?”

“Do I need to remind you of how you were acting the other night?”

He thumbs the steering wheel while focusing on the road. Miguel knows that he didn’t act his best that night, despite it being out of concern. But it showed how much he didn’t trust you.

“I didn’t mean to be like that I…” He bites his bottom lip. “I don’t like being lied to.”

“Oh…I didn’t know that.”

Miguel shrugs, trying to play it off as not a big deal. “It’s okay. It’s what I noticed recently. That’s no excuse for how I was acting though…”

“It’s not.” He grimaces at your side eye, “But now I know why. I won’t lie to you, Mig. You know that, right?”

He wants to say he does, but a small part of him can’t fully agree. He knew Dana for years, and she lied to him and broke his heart. Who’s to say the same won’t happen to you? It’s a horrible way to think.

Miguel ends up nodding, and that’s enough to make you relax. Besides that, the rest of the journey goes well.

He gets his shake, you get yours, and some more snacks. It's not until he’s five minutes away from your house that he notices how much you need to carry inside. Your luggage, shake, bags from the gas station, your purse. He couldn't bear to see you struggle like that.

You're going to say something about how you're fine and that there's not much to carry. You're still not big on him, seeing your entire family. Miguel understands your qualms, but he's a gentleman first.

That's why he's not looking at you when he stands at the door; every bag you own is in his possession. Your mother opens it and immediately sees your annoyed face and Miguel’s gentle smile.

“Hello.”

“Hi Miguel!”

Miguel wishes he could hug your mom, but quickly comes in, not walking too far into the house to your discomfort. The front of the house puts him directly in the kitchen. Fruity scents hit his nostrils as he’s graced with an elderly woman sitting on the counter, brushing her hair by a younger woman with features similar to yours.

Everything feels lived in, as if a family has been here for generations. The low R&B music playing on the TV in the background, the cluttered but still neat space in the kitchen and living room—it was comforting.

“Oooh, someone’s back from their getaway.”

You led Miguel to put your bags beside the entrance. He wants to put your things in your room, but stays quiet.

“Trust me, if I could stay even longer, then I would’ve.” You say, “Alicia, Grandma, you’ve seen Miguel before, right?”

He gives a shy wave due to their attention, “Nice to meet you.”

“I need to put on my glasses.” Your grandma stops your sister from playing hairdresser for a moment. Her eyes under the lenses get bigger at the sight of Miguel standing awkwardly by the doorway, “Oh, you’re handsome up close.”

“T-Thank you.”

“You did not need to put your glasses on for that.” You shake your head, offering a silent apology, which Miguel doesn’t mind.

“How was the banquet?” Your mom asks.

“It was nice.” Miguel starts, “The hotel was accommodating and the event was well coordinated.”

“The food was amazing too.” You add when your sister snorts.

“Of course you would say that.”

“Shut up, before I hit you with this shake.”

Alicia gets indifferent to the threat, “So you’re giving me a free drink?”

“Girl, please.” You roll your eyes. We saw so many people there. I swear I never thought I would see them past our TV.”

“Did you take pictures?” Your grandma asks.

“Yeah, I'll show them later.”

“Good, I wanna see that dress you wore. And I bet Miguel looked fine in that suit.”

Miguel bashfully smiles at the oohs from your family. “My appearance was okay.”

“Okay, my ass-sorry. You're just saying that. And don’t you need to go? You did a long drive.”

He wasn’t tired. Actually, he wanted to spend a bit more time with your family. You hardly talk about them, besides the general stuff. He knows how many people you live with, but he doesn’t know much about what they do. Who they are to you. How you view them.

Miguel doesn’t want to think that maybe it’s on purpose that you don't go into detail about your family, but that inkling in the back of his mind makes him think otherwise.

“Wait,” Your mom interrupts, “Miguel didn’t see the twins yet.”

“He doesn’t need to meet those idiots.”

“Be nice.”

You open the front door, ready to see Miguel out, when two sets of feet rumble down the stairs. The sound of an avalanche in the form of two young men.

“Is that my big sis’ boyfriend?”

Miguel could barely get a hi out when they hugged him on both sides. They are very strong boys, and their combined strength almost enabled them to pick him up if they could. It was easy to tell them apart, though.

“Whoa, he’s tall!”

“Looks like we got some competition.”

“You treating our sister well? We don’t want to beat you up.”

“You’re not beating anyone up.” You step in front of Miguel, pushing your twin brothers away. “You two couldn't even kill the spider in my room last week.”

One of the boys suck his teeth, “Now why did you have to go there?”

Miguel snickers when you stick your tongue out at them.

“Baby, this is Chris and Michael. Idiot 1 and 2. They’re finishing up high school right now.”

“Oh? This will be a busy year for you two, then.”

“Yeah, but we got this.” The boys fist-bump each other, making you shake your head.

“College is very stressful, I can always help out if you want me to.”

Chris wraps an arm over Miguel, leaning forward, “How good are you at writing essays?”

“I'm…pretty decent.”

“Nice. We'll keep in touch.”

He's not sure if he wants to know what your brother meant by that.

“Okay,” You push your brother away once more, “Everyone say goodbye to Miguel. He has to go.”

A collective groan from your family soothes Miguel’s heart. Maybe he can spend time with them again, if you allow it.

The goodbyes didn’t stop until you closed the door behind you. Your goodbye was a sweet kiss that made him want more once you parted.

“Get home safe.”

“I will.”

Before Miguel could relax in the sanctuary of his apartment, he went to his mother’s house. He needed to take care of something. At the stoplight, the message from Dana was pulled up. And he stared at it.

‘Hope your weekend went well!’

It was simple. She sent that last night while you were in his arms. He didn’t see it until the morning while you were getting ready, which left him wondering on what to say. Maybe Dana is trying to reconcile. Sure, the relationship didn’t end on good terms, but this message attempted to fix that. At least that’s what he’s thinking.

What’s the harm of sending a friendly text back?

‘It did. Hope yours did too.’

He left it at that.

Walking inside his mother’s house, he notices the mess. Multiple dining room chairs almost block the front door. Tarp and plastic were laid out from the entranceway all the way to the living and dining rooms. Blue strips of painter’s tape covered various outlets and parts of the ceiling. Half of the dining room was painted blue, while the other half remained white.

Conchata came around the corner, her reading glasses on her head while she sported her floral apron, “I didn’t know you were coming over.”

“I forgot to send a text, sorry.” He kisses his mother’s cheek in greeting. “I got you those macarons you wanted.”

His mother’s eyes light up at the pink colored box. To his relief, they divert to the kitchen, which looks the same. He smells a pot roast in the oven and comments on the scent.

“It’s for the painter when he comes in tomorrow. Did you see the living room? What do you think?”

“Isn’t it not done yet?”

“It's not, but do you see what I’m going for? I sent you and Gabri my vision board.”

Miguel remembered the sophisticated images your mother sent of what she wanted the dining room to look like: cool colors, combined with all white furniture and a mini golden chandelier. He’s having a hard time seeing that with the half-painted walls.

“Yeah, yeah I can see it.”

With a nod of approval from Conchata, she starts nibbling on one of the macarons. There, Miguel asks how long the house renovations will take. His mother spewed about her plans of getting a new sofa, a larger TV for the family, and even painting the walls blue to fit the dining room. All Miguel heard was that he might need to get more paint for her.

She aimed to get everything completed by Thanksgiving so she could host dinner as she usually does.

“I think it’ll be extra good with all that’s happened so far this year. You know…with your father and Dana.”

Miguel didn’t express how much he didn’t care about his father’s death. Not when it happened a week after New Year's. All he could remember was the lack of tears coming from his mother as the casket was lowered with George in it.

“We’ll be okay.”

He knew she didn’t believe him, but didn’t press it further. “How was your trip? I know this was your first time being alone this year.”

“It was fine. I still had a good time.”

“Good.” She squeezes his hand in support. “Was Dana there?”

The ends of Miguel’s lips curl down, “I don’t want to talk about her anymore right now.”

“That was a yes.”

“It doesn’t matter if she was there or not. I still stand by what I said.”

“I know, but I want to know. I’m sure she was on Tyler’s arm like a leech. A gold-digging leech.”

He stays silent while he straightens his posture. “I’m leaving, Mami.”

“But you just got here!”

“I wanted to drop off the macaroons. That’s all.”

Miguel felt her footsteps nearby when he made his way to the door. Now he was tired. He should've known his mother would ask about her. He just wanted to go home and relax for tomorrow.

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

After a small wave and his mother watching him from the entrance, he finally went home.

“Wait a minute, hold on…Kron is your girlfriend’s other regular?” Gabriel asks, jaw still on the floor at the reveal.

“Yes.” Miguel exhales, putting the phone on speaker as he’s making dinner. “I almost crashed the car when I found out.”

“I would too. I thought that asshole was in jail by now.”

“No, Tyler just keeps him hidden. It’s why he’s always taking trips.”

The son of Alchamex’s CEO is hardly in New York unless it’s for a special occasion. In that case, it’s the yearly holidays, and to see you apparently. Kron’s appearance is sporadic that even tabloids stop taking note of his whereabouts. The last time Kron was really seen in the spotlight was rumors of a bad mental breakdown, where his mother, Nancy, went with him to get help. That was four years ago.

Miguel didn’t care for him, and he never will. Not after the time in middle school when Kron fought him in the hallways after cutting Xina’s hair as a “prank.” The black eye he got that day never left his mind.

He wasn’t going to let him do anything to you.

“How long does Kron stay when he comes back from trips?”

“I was told at most two weeks.”

“Plenty of time to…you know…”

Miguel rolled his eyes at his brother's screeching sound. “You know the government listens to our calls?”

“Yeah, but what will they do? Jack shit.”

“Anyway…” He starts while straining spaghetti, “I can hold out for two weeks. Nothing is going to change much at The Weave. Kron will be there, that’s it.”

That’s what he wants to believe.

What Miguel says and does when he hears of Kron’s arrival are opposites of the same coin. He says everything will be fine when Kron shows up, but when he comes back to work the next day, he’s in Tyler’s office, trying to gather information on when his son will show up.

But Tyler doesn’t give him any hints. He’s too focused on Project Rapture, not bothered by his son possibly showing up at any minute. If he is worried, he’s hiding it well.

Dana was better with this kind of information.

The smile on her face is apparent when she sits across from him in the break room, clutching her coffee mug. Miguel hopes the slight grin on his face shows that he’s remaining cordial.

“Kron’s currently with Nancy.” Dana whispers. “The mama’s boy in him can’t resist spending time with her. I don’t know how he can be around her. That woman is insufferable.”

“You’ve met her before?”

She nods, “When I spent dinner at her house with Tyler, you know as a mutual affair. She couldn’t stop talking about how I’m not capable of being with him. That Tyler is a picky man and such. Ugh.”

Miguel’s lips form a straight line, “What does this have to do with Kron?”

“I’m applying context! You know I do that sometimes.”

He held his tongue on how he thought that was irrelevant.

“All I’m saying is that he won’t be with her long. I’ll give it two more days before he starts going out.”

Miguel ignores his stomach twisting. He has two days before Kron comes. Well, the sooner he comes, the faster he can leave. And then you’re all his once again.

“You know, this is nice.” Dana says, stirring her coffee.

“What?”

“You know…us talking again. Like old times.”

“Oh,” Miguel shifts in his seat. “It is…nice.” When she smiles, he gets up, hitting his knee on the table. The loud bang is heard throughout the room, making his exit faster. His face gets warm out of embarrassment.

Back at The Weave, Miguel is on high alert.

While you’re getting ready to do your dance, he’s constantly looking over from the bar whenever anyone walks in, waiting for the devil himself. Whenever he doesn’t see Kron walking in, his shoulders relax despite his heartbeat rising. The music doesn’t reach his ears, or when Ben is asking him a question.

It took him three tries to snap Miguel out of watch dog mode.

“Whoa, man, you alright?”

“Yes.” Miguel sits up straighter and fixes his glasses, “My apologies, what were you saying?”

“Pick your poison.” Ben shows him the various non-alcoholic drinks he has to offer on the menu. “I got this new pear apple cocktail that you might like. Of course, there’s a no booze version.”

Miguel takes it before his eyes fall right back to the front door.

He doesn’t have a clue what he’s going to say when Kron walks through that door. If he should be polite or punch him out right. For what he did to Xina, for the whispers he’s heard from your colleagues about what happens when he is here. Sure, Kaine and Noir are there to protect you when things goes awry, but Kron is a rich man. What are the things he can get away with when you’re in that room with him? That will even make Jess turn a blind eye?

His worry increases when you walk up to him. His eyes lock onto your open torso, the way your purple one-piece outfit holds up your breasts while most of your stomach is bare. Your back and legs match, and he can’t stop staring at those small shorts. Miguel wants to ask you to turn around so he can see how your shorts hold your ass that well.

You kiss him in greeting, and he shyly catches it with his hand before stuffing it in his pocket.

“How long have you been watching that door?”

Miguel perks up, frantically grabbing his drink for security. “I-I haven’t been looking at it…”

“Uh-huh. You can’t fool me.” He jumps at the light scratch on his back. Tempest walks by with a wink as she takes her customer to one of the private rooms. “It’s okay, you know? This isn’t my first run-in with Kron.”

“I know.” But it is his. “I’m…worried for you.”

“You’re gonna worry yourself to death.”

Miguel prepares to rebut when the front door opens. Your head immediately turns to see who it is, only for another dancer to walk in. So he’s not the only one worrying.

You play it off by forcing a laugh, running a hand through your wavy hair. “Guess I can’t talk.”

He reaches for your hand to hold. It’s the most he can do right now to reassure you that he’ll protect you. That Kron won’t bother you while he’s there. The circles you rub on his hand soothe his nerves in return, hoping that’s enough.

“Don’t take your eyes off me, okay?”

“Okay.”

His heart flutters at your air kiss when you leave to go on stage. Any semblance of being worried is gone when you touch the pole. Your eyes are looking at no one except Miguel. Your lack of eye contact adds to the allure, while money repaints the floor green.

Miguel knows worrying about Kron will get him nowhere. He doesn’t want his worries to add to yours, and he wants to keep you happy.

Neither of you notices the time flying by. After two days, Kron never showed up, so you decided to wait it out and try to act normal.

Miguel enjoys his time with you in the private room on his days at the club. He never tires of your hips swaying to the slow beat, your hair following your every move. He doesn’t hide when you sit on his lap and make out with him for 45 minutes. Your tongue teasing his mouth to leave him begging for more. A tent constantly forming in his pants that invites you to keep going.

If only he could make love to you in the club.

The car isn’t comfortable, so you don't accept his offer anyway. It’s almost as if you want to torture him. You weren’t scared of his forward actions back at the hotel, and he didn’t want to rush you into having sex with him again. He didn’t want to admit how he thinks about getting back into your warm, soaked cunt. Staying inside until he couldn’t anymore.

So he swallows his whimpers when you grind against his pants, sucking his bottom lip like a lifeline.

He’s struggling to fix himself when his time is up. You giggle at the 5th time rearranging his pants when you place your hand on his.

“Actually…is that quickie in the car still available?”

“Yes.” Miguel doesn’t try to hide the stars in his eyes. You’re laughing, pulling him out of the room, and speed walking past club goers. He succeeds in keeping up with your fast pace. He won’t waste any time with you, or Jess would try to look for you in a heartbeat.

You stop in your tracks. Miguel stumbles into you, spewing a million apologies for his lack of awareness. Then he sees why you halt.

A tall, broad man enters the front of the club. The scent of smoke attacks Miguel’s nostrils, almost giving him the urge to cough. The man’s eyes immediately lock onto you. His gaze is hungry, fueling Miguel with an emotion he hasn’t felt since discovering why Dana broke off the engagement.

Anger.

“Hey, baby.” Kron slicks back his stark, white hair. “You miss me?”

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[silenab]

im guessing they changed it so that frederick would be easier to forgive but me personally im stuck on annabeth KNOWING that he asked athena to take her back

[omgfangirlland]

A neglected reader x batfam where she's dating klarion 👀.

Like.. Imagine, the reader was loved by Bruce and everyone in the fam but ever since the death of Jason, they begun to forget about her because of their grief. They distanced themselves without even noticing, busying themselves with works and crime fighting.. Not noticing that a certain someone had been distancing themselves.

Reader is the type of person who doesn't like to chase after someone. If she feels that she's being pushed away then she'd just back away.. Of course she'd try to communicate with them but if it keeps failing then she'd stop. She also noticed how her father took in Tim and that was when she gave up.

She'd often sneak out of the mansion and that's how she met klarion. Reader somehow befriended both Child and klarion. Her friendship with klarion became something more and then BOOM! She's dating him (very odd trio considering that child and klarion are both chaos Lords and have a very poor relationship with one another but let's pretend that reader somehow befriended the two of them 🙂)

-🔱

I'm really trying to do these in order, but damn, do some of the newer stuff you send unsmooths my brain-

This is me when I saw the Lost Twin Sister of Bruce, and One Night Stand asks you sent:

Post scriptum- Slighty murderous reader- unintentionally murderous if you will :))

I heard your Child and Klarion- I'll get there- I just want to get this little thing outta my head.

After Jason died and everyone grieved in the worst way possible, maybe you included, you were understanding, taking care of Bruce and Dick even if they were short, but that quickly ended when Tim came around, took Robin's place and started getting the families praise for what she had been doing before he came.

Any pity you had for them died and got buried with Jason, and you've become a silent menace.

So, when newly escaped from the assassin's league Jason saw your 16 year old self grumbling to herself while chipping at a ledge Bruce and Tim started using as their perch point for surveilance- he couldn't help but smile. It was methodical enough for the bats to think it happened naturally, a bit there, a bit more on the chips that already existed- it'll be sturdy enough to hold Tim, but as soon as Bruce lands, they'll both go down.

You flinched at his voice from beneath you, leaning over a sturdy part of it, only to be met with a red helmet across the building, the man standing on the balcony in one of the smaller apartment buildings.

"...Mind your own business, motorbike fetishist."

Jason snorted as you went back to work, cleaning up. "I don't think the bats would apreciate you messing with their shit." And you just huffed. "Well, I don't appreciate them sending my boyfriend to hell. And this is public property."

"Boyfriend?" Jason didn't come back from death just to have you thinking you're grown and, good heavens, DATING some lowlife in prison. "Minding your own business will keep you alive, newcomer."

The anger only got worse when he found out how they've been treating you, and that the boyfriend was actually a Lord of Chaos, and they didn't even know it.

Speaking of- that's about how you met Klarion and Child.

They were ignoring you, so you took the chance to let out some steam. It was small inconveniences at first, all left shoes going missing, switching around the place of things on their belts, mixing red food dye in the softener.

Alfred knew it was you, he saw you standing in the middle of the kitchen and staring at the cupboard, and the next hour he heard a crash and found Tim crying, in one hand his coffee mug, in the other the cupboard door- matter of fact- every cupboard and countertop door was on the floor as if Tim simply opening one created a domino effect. He didn't say anything. If they couldn't tell it was you, that was their problem.

That escalated the more Tim took over, starting to act like he was the only one Bruce needed. Maybe it was a mix of jealousy and anger, resentment- you weren't sure, but it did get worse, both your feelings about them and your mischief.

Klarion already had his eyes on the family, on Bruce, so when his senses tingled when one of his brats essentially became Discord reincarnated, he was giggling up a storm- he didn't care about the undead one anymore- you were more fun.

He enjoyed it- watching you put sticks in their lives, creating cracks in Bruce's relationship with Selina, making Tim so paranoid that every day he's on the edge of a breakdown, Dick's life was a mess around this time anyway, the little pushes you gave from afar just made everything thumble down.

He didn't expect the help he gave you for free, pushing things towards you and giving you ideas in your dreams, and he sure as hell didn't expect to do such a human thing as falling in love.

It made him cackle. Him? Falling in love with a human? He'd laugh until his stomach hurt just to ignore the longing in his chest. But he couldn't watch from the shadows forever, it wasn't his style, and when you almost slipped into the Lazarus pit as you were fucking around with it- he simply counldn't have hisfavorite human die.

You became friends. At least in your mind, he was already gathering information on binding your souls to one another. Not just one way, he wanted to show you how willing he was to trust you with such an important part of him.

Soon enough, you met Child, and initially, she "befriended" you just to annoy Klarion, seeing him throw tantrums over you being busy with her was entertaining. She had to reevaluate the choices she made that eneded with her in your room, watching some shitty horror movie as you painted her nails.

She knew she was in deep when you looked at her with a smile, calling her and Klarion your best friends. She hated it. She was so angry after, mainly at how easily she let her guard down around you, how happy she got when around you.

She got why Klarion was so enamored with you. Child took it upon themselves to protect you... Protect to a lord of chaos meant something different- especially adding in Child's hate toward Klarion.

The witch boy knew the blonde was trying to mess with his relationship with you, jokes on them both, you already knew they both were crazy and enemies, so you really didn't believe anything that they said about the other one.

And above all, Teekl was utterly obsessed with you. The familiar was on you whenever it could, refusing to leave your lap most of the time and purring constantly in your presence. Poor thing would get so annoyed once your relationship with Klarion became official, and he'd try to touch you while the cat was in your embrace.

Bruce didn't notice shit. But John Constantine sure as hell did- well, he saw the cat and connected the dots.

At first, he just thought the thing bonded to a human by accident and decided to stay for the warmth and cuddles. He's seen you dote on the thing like it was a baby, for fuck's sake. And then he met Klarion and his familiar. The same one you took care of.

Yeah, he wasn't going to have Bruce's kid on his mind- Klarion's probably draining her energy or whatever his little evil self is doing (like whining and crying your ear off when the Young Justice League don't want to play with him but are entertaining Shazam)

And thus, why you are upping Bruce's and Tim's misfortune, even if you know that your lover will be back tomorrow.

Jason uses this card in the big fight with Bruce, and the man has to stay awake the whole night just to think of a way to bring up to his daughter this- I mean- what do you even say to your teen daughter dating a 16 million years old Lord of Chaos?

...

He goes out as Brucie that night, getting so hammered that he barely remembers the discussion. He freezes when he sees you with that blasted cat, feeding it caviar. Alfred's look says that Bruce is on his own with this.

[bunji-enthusiast]

hiii lovely!! i was wondering if you could do lancelot x cupid!reader headcanons, which the reader is like one of the knights (like the Knight of Hatred/Love or smth like that, idk im not blessed w creativity😭) and she was like adopted by Meliodas and Elizabeth as an infant, so she grew up w Tristan. her cupid-ness was hidden cuz plot ykyk so yeahhhhh but revealed later

this is my first ever request as you can clearly tell😭 but i would be so grateful if you could do this!! no rush, no pressure, just take careee💕

Desiderium

Longing or missing something or someone.

No trouble at all! sorry for the wait my dear ^^ This is a very good request, you gave me a lot to work with so thank you <3

Content || specific details used to describe your cupidness, ooc lance?, generally fluffy with hints of angst (if you squint).

It was easy to know from a young age that you were in-fact the adoptive one out of the royal family of Liones, compared to your bother Tristan you were someone completely different--infallible even. That being someone you were not was easy, for the most part perhaps. In a way, you were something out of this world.

But it certainly went without saying, you were loved all the same. Tristan was truly like a brother to you, as you truly were a sibling to Tristan. Your mother and father, though not biological, treated you the same as Tristan. You all in all genuinely had a good childhood, and grew up to be quite strong. Though you were particularly envious of Tristan for his abilities, as they were something easy and simple to understand. You didn't have the same easiness, having to learn and build it quite literally from the ground up.

Then something even more happened, the knights of prophecy had been revealed. You were apart of the knights, the phrase used to identify your appearance and being?

A being with heart-like pupils, and you were exactly the one that was described. You knew right away that Tristan was a knight of prophecy, but you? what the hell could you do? you barely had a hold on your powers enough as it is. Plus, admittedly, you needed serious help with gaining control of your powers. But you had no idea how to do that without revealing some very personal aspects to you alone.

Though you grew up with Tristan, that meant you had known about Lancelot as well, as the two were always a bundling pair of boys whom always seemed to get into fights or banter. So you had decided to enlist Lancelot's help for training, as he seemed to know very well what he was doing. Far better then you alone actually.

Clash! 

“Damn, you weren’t kidding when you said you needed help.” Lancelot grinned, flipping his grip on the hilt of the training sword. His teasing nature was incessantly repugnant at times, but you didn’t wear off, the spite only fueling you further. 

“Oh shut up,” You huffed, licking your chapped lips as you switched your stance. The sweat on your palms was making it harder for you to gain a proper grip on your sword, it was becoming increasingly annoying for how much you needed to keep up with the blonde boy standing in front of you. “The only reason I asked was so I could get better quicker.”

Clash! Clang!

You jumped back after your sword had made contact with his, taking the time to wipe the sweat from your forehead. Lancelot raised a brow, thinking back to your earlier comment; “Why though? You are one of the knights of prophecy like I am.”

“Why?” You repeated, mounting on the increasing strength of your speed to get in close, causing Lancelot to be caught off guard as he had dodged your attack nearly by a hair to deflect your sword off course with his own. He was wide-eyed for a brief moment, taking the time to re-adjust himself. 

The sword you held in your hand just moments ago fell right onto the ground, making you wince as you clutched your wrist. Lancelot was quick to hold out his hands in-case you had collapsed from exhaustion, but it had seemed he had no reason to do so. So he was quick to retract them as he had waited for you. 

“Ugh, sorry.” You barely let out, crouching on the ground and letting out a groan as you held your hand. Lancelot shook his head, getting closer to you as he checked over your body for any physical previous injuries–and otherwise checking your thoughts–and silently breathed a breath of relief that it didn’t seem to be completely serious. 

“I swear you're a dunce just like your brother sometimes.” Lancelot comments, shaking his head  as a brief-second of a deadpan expression washes over his features. 

You let out a low groan of protest, despite the insult–you grew up with Tristan in the first place, so that meant alot more similarities than you realized. Even if they weren’t physical similarities, “So what?”

“So, don’t push yourself.” He replies simply, “We all have to push past our limits, but that also means knowing when to stop when reaching your limits.” Lancelot said, nodding his head, though transitory. 

As much as he was an annoyance to you sometimes, admittedly you knew he was right as well. You had simply hated when he was right, you sighed in defeat. 

“Fine.” You grinned in chagrin, looking up, you noticed Lancelot held out a hand to help you get up. Reluctantly, you took his help and staggered to your feet. You winced for a moment, causing Lancelot to help steady you. 

“Take it easy.” Lancelot said, breaking the transience for a moment. You nodded in understanding, taking a moment to get a better standing on your own two feet. When you appeared to be looking better to stand on your own, Lancelot slowly let go of you, cautious to ensure you didn’t suddenly fall to the ground again. 

“Can we go again?” You asked, making Lancelot shoot you an incredulous glare. After a few seconds, he sighed and closed his eyes, tearing away his attention from you. 

“Take a break at least, then we’ll go.” He said, red piercing eyes striking your eyes for a moment. You nodded in agreement, going to a nearby stone platform available in the training arena. 

I need to get so much better at this! You thought earnestly to yourself.

Though ever since training with him, you almost swore that you could see an expression of worry in Lancelot's features. Or were you hallucinating? you were unsure, but you decided not to mull over it, otherwise it would've given you a headache.

You had otherwise had truly gotten a better handle on the way your abilities worked, though shapely reminiscent of a Cupid's bow like from some legend's across the land had made vague appearances in some of your techniques. You really didn't want to out yourself this way, so you reeled in the use of some of your abilities and hoped that you weren't going to be noticed.

Being a knight of prophecy had thrusted you into the spotlight far more than you warranted it to be, but upon further study you had realized that you were the knight of Ambivalence. A thin line wrought in the depths of humanity, a truly chaotic means of a trait fundamental to the behaviors of every and all living beings.

Oh, how ironic. You really hated that so much.

This had pointed out truly a vague future that you were panicky about, unsure of truly. Somewhat however, you had shared the same sentiments with Percival, a fellow knight of prophecy. You really hated that your destiny was decided for you, that you would one day be one of the knights to wreak havoc about the earth and destroy the world?

Hell no.

Even if you couldn't steer away from the path you were forced to set out on, you could simply enforce more of your own goodness before the dark eventually encroaches the near end of the horizon.

And one could only hope that you could do enough to help the end result.

"Thank you, I am indebted!" The woman said, shaking from the previous events of the attacks. You only shook your head with a forlorn smile, merely shaking your hands in return as her hands had held your own. 

The reason for the worry and near-shaking however, was something you wished for no one to ever experience. 

You had been assigned to an outpost, a region nestled between the borders of Edinburgh and Liones. On the orders of your fa–the king, you had been keeping a close eye on things due to reports of massive wildebeests and even mountain wolves who’s aggression seemed to be transformed to a maximum. Though you never had really expected wildebeests to be aggressive, mountain wolves sure, but wildebeests? They were normally peaceful animals. 

Upon further search and even a few more days, you began to realize that it was the work of someone who seemed to have very malicious intentions. But you had narrowed it down many times, you know it wasn’t anyone from Edinburgh despite the problems that had befallen your family a few years back, it wasn’t anyone else bordering Liones. So who could’ve gone so far to commit such horrible acts?

That was something you have been trying to figure out, but it was for now that you were simply helping out traveling merchants and families trying to get from one place to next. 

After helping the woman, and sending her on her way, you trudge back toward the outpost since you couldn’t sense anything else. Making you sigh in exhaustion at how much you had been constantly working yourself to the bone, “I wonder how’s Tristan doing?” You muttered to yourself. 

You paused for a moment, waiting as if anyone was going to appear right after that sentence. But there wasn’t anyone, allowing you to sigh in relief as you opened the door to the backside of the outpost tower. 

Though you noticed there was a bird flapping right outside the tower window the moment you had clambered back up to your room, though temporary in the time you’ve been staying here. You wondered why there was one, but you noticed soon enough when you had opened the window and allowed the bird in. 

There was a letter, wrapped in a red-silk lining pressed with the insignia of Liones. Most likely it was either your mother that sent it, or your father. 

You took the letter gently from its legs, murmuring a soft thanks as the bird flaps back the way from whence it came. You trudged over to your desk, which was messy by royal standards, considering the amount of paper strewn across the wooden surface. You sighed, sitting down in the chair and swiping the papers to make room for the letter. 

As you had unfurled the paper from the confines of the red-silk lining, surprise slowly began to make its way into your features. 

The more you looked, the more you realized the writing belonged to Lancelot. 

“Hey [Name],

I’m pretty sure you're surprised and I wish I could see the look on your face, but I asked Tristan to send it from Liones.

I would’ve sent a much quicker means of communication but I would’ve scared you, so this was easier to do. 

Anyway, I hope you're doing alright. Must be pretty lonely without company right?”

You scoffed, shaking your head, “I can do just fine, especially without you dumbass.” You muttered to yourself, a grin slowly crawling on your face without your realization as you continued reading his letter. 

“I've done a lot of stuff lately because of the whole knights of apocalypse thing, but it’s honestly pretty boring without you here.

But you know you shouldn’t have to beat yourself up about being a knight of prophecy right? 

I know it kinda sucks, but you learn to live with it. 

At least I did, but you don’t have to hate yourself over it. I really hate it when you do.

See you, 

                                      — Lancelot.”

You blinked dumbly in stout surprise, did he actually know about all that? Supposedly, you didn’t necessarily hate being a Holy Knight. But it was being part of something that would evidently result in you somehow destroying a better part of a world, that was something you absolutely wanted no part of. 

Fighting and protecting was something normal to you, as for every person who took up arms with their swords. Destroying was something entirely different, and there wasn’t a single bone in your body that you could muster to actually commit such an act. 

Maybe, maybe not.

Trying to reign in and control the festering cesspit of emotions and deal with what was required of you at the same time was beginning to bring in some sort of difficulty, and you just didn't want to know why. Emotions wrought you a difficulty you did not want to face, especially considering your line of work as a knight of prophecy. You sincerely hated it.

Bearing the title was something you never wanted to do in the first place anyhow, so just how were you expected to keep up with; Tristan, Lancelot, Percival, and Gawain. The four of them were far better and more ahead of you in terms of strength, and agility, especially power too.

On top of it all, you had also bore the qualities of a cupid. Which you had many times over had to shrug off the thought whenever someone had brought it up aloud, you never really liked them anyway. But it made you question who your biological parents really were.

Sometimes, you really were envious of the relationships between others that you have seen; romantic or platonic. You really had yearned for something like that, yet you had been left at a stand-still because of the times you had refused to build a bond with Tristan or either of your adoptive parents.

"This is so stupid." You groaned lowly, Tristan lightly patted your back with a weak yet reassuring grin. He really was trying his best to help you ease into meeting with the king, but it was his father, not really yours. Your heart wrenched deeply at the thought, you knew fully what you thought about it, but you hadn’t thought about anything in your adoptive father’s perspective.

“It’ll be fine!” He said, leading you along the castle hallways. 

“You sure? Cause the last thing I said to dad was pretty…” You trailed off, letting out a heavy sigh. “Nasty.”

He shrugged, “Maybe it won’t be as bad as you think, Dad’s always been pretty easy going. Even after arguments.” Tristan mentioned, stepping ahead for a moment. You could only nod your head with a relenting shrug. 

The memory still stung pretty harshly in mind. 

“Are you kidding me?” You shouted, slamming your hand on the war-room table. Your brow was raised in disbelief as you casted an incredulous glare at the short-blonde king that was your adoptive father, as always, he remained unmoving. You groaned, your eyes shutting for a moment before you casted another glare once again. 

You threw up your hands, “There’s no way I can figure this out, can’t you send someone else to do it?” You asked, your shapely heart eyes shining in a pleading manner. Meliodas only shook his head, chuckling warmly. 

“The guards are pretty spread out thin, and most of the holy knights are on recon missions right now.” He informed you, tapping his pointer finger accordingly to each location mentioned on the map. “Your mission, should you find out anything useful could garner great help to us.” He said, his expression displayed that of seriousness. He seriously wasn’t kidding. 

“Ugh, fine. Sometimes I really hate you.”

And with that echoing, you simply left the room without lingering to set out for your mission to reach the outpost.

You don't know why, why you did what you did or said. Maybe it was an emotional insecurity, maybe a mood swing. But the last thing you wanted to do was face your adoptive father, the king. You don't know if it sounded particularly bad, but your view of family had shifted quite a lot.

Even while growing up, you've heard whispers, things that made your beaming expression falter even just for a brief moment. Things turned your view around, and no matter how much you simply didn't

The meeting went well, which was one of the biggest relief of air of air for you. But you couldn't get out of your mind the way your adoptive father had looked at you, or Tristan for the matter. It had seemed everyone was tense and high on guard, especially Lady Thetis, whom you are very good friends with outside the knights of apocalypse.

Briefly, you scanned the room, and for an unseeing moment-your eyes locked with his.

Your brows furrowed, yet his never tore away for a moment. The things soon-to-be said in this very room was something you were not excited to hear about in the first place.

'Can we really do this?' you thought to yourself, letting out a sigh. tearing your eyes away from strikingly red ones.

'It's gonna be a lot easier than you realize, I promise you.'

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

cute little scenario for Prolonged Captivity M&H

Rodger just finished making dinner and is setting the table, and as Toodles sits down, she looks over at Glisten, seeming confused. Rodger asks her what's wrong, and she asks why the monster isn't coming to eat dinner with them.

Rodger then has to explain that the monster won't be eating dinner at the table because he's scared of them and won't eat the food he makes.

Toodles frowns, gets out of her seat, and goes over to Glisten and starts gently pulling on his arm.

"Come eat with us! It's really yummy, my daddy is a good cook!"

Glisten seems conflicted and scared, as expected, but acquiesces and goes with her, surprisingly enough. Toodles brings him over to the table and motions for him to sit down, which he nervously does.

Rodger's watching the whole time, shocked that he actually left his corner to come eat, and when Toodles serves him some food, he even uses the utensils, if awkwardly.

Glisten picks at the food for a second, and Toodles looks at him pleadingly to try it, so he reluctantly does. As soon as he puts it in his mouth, though, his pupils dilate and he quickly starts eating, what feathers he does have puffing up with joy. He's never had anything this tasty in so, so long, and he can't help himself from wolfing it down.

Rodger is surprised and very pleased, commenting that he seems to like it a lot and that he's glad that the monster trusted the food enough to try it. Toodles is very happy to see Glisten happy over the food.

It's one of the first major boundary breakdowns for Glisten, being able to trust what Rodger feeds him– he only really tried it because he knew that it couldn't be tampered with 1) because it was food for the hunter and his daughter and 2) because Toodles served him, and how would she know to mess with it?

I like the idea of this leading to him using toodles as like, cover in a way. Like the hunter won’t hurt his daughter to get through to him, so if he puts her between Rodger and himself he feels safer in a way. Whenever Rodger gets too close, he switches to the other side of toodles as if using her like a barrier. Toodles of course notices that he’s scared, though is too young to connect that he’s so scared of her dad specifically, but she likes that he seems to have trust in her. Like yes, she absolutely will protect him from the spooky things he’s hiding from, whatever that may be! That endearing enthusiasm from her does calm him down a bit as well, even if she may still at this point get confused a lot still about what he is. Cause growing up with a father who up until now has compared monsters to animals, she’d definitely initially treat him kinda like a cute pet. Which is better than what he’s used to, but still dehumanizing even if she doesn’t fully grasp why. Rodger struggles to explain to her the issue with it because up until recently he has had the same views and was definitely teaching her about monsters under the guise of them being like animals. Hell, he probably even warned her that they’re very dangerous because that’s what he believed at the time and he wanted his daughter to be safe and know to run away if she encountered a monster. But kids are much easier to change their opinions than adults. While she was scared at first when she saw glisten, a quick explanation that he wasn’t a dangerous monster dispelled that fear. With time she started to naturally gravitate towards him, inviting him to play with her, wanting to ask him questions, play dress up with him. Which was weird for Rodger to see at first. The ingrained part of him wanted to keep her away from a potential danger, but another part of him found it fascinating how accepting children are of those they don’t fully understand. He’s proud he raised his daughter to do something easily even he struggles with; connect to and show empathy for someone she doesn’t entirely understand.

[mxtantrights]

Oyendo la canción de nosotros dos

a/n: anddddd we've got a part two. damn. I'm really down bad.

this takes place six months after the first part. still following then fix-it Fanon I've got going on: Armando didn't kill the chief, he's working on reducing his jail time, his and Mike are trying to get their father/son shit together.

SIX MONTHS LATER

The bullets whizzed past you at the speed of light. You were never scared when dealing with things like this. Being shot at, having slim chances, the odds probably being stacked against you at this very moment.

But this feels different.

All those other times you didn't have anything to lose.

Even though, you don't have anything to lose now. At least you don't think so.

You reach over your shoulder at the open wound. You wince as quietly as you can with all the pain you're feeling. The blood wasn't coming out as strong as before but you still needed to get out of here and get treated.

One of the guards shooting at you tells his men to halt. The bullets stop and you can hear the casings rolling onto the floor. You hear them reload their guns. You close your eyes.

"If you tell us everything you know, we can make this less painful for you." the guard yells out.

You hardly believed that. And even if you did, it didn't secure your freedom. You weren't about to turn on anyone to save your own ass. You never done it before, why start now?

"Come out with your hands up." the guard shouts at you.

Not gonna happen.

You quietly check the gun in your hand. You have about half a clip left. You'd have to be wise. Get a couple shots in, grab another gun from one of them. Mark an exit. Get the hell out of dodge.

"You asked for this. Light her up-" the guard yells.

"Wait hold on, are we seriously not gonna try to get the information?" another voice asks.

You know that voice. You'd know that voice anywhere. That's Marcus.

"Can you shut the hell up?" another voice says.

Mike. That was Mike.

You let out a shaky breath. Right then you start smiling to yourself. You reach up to touch your lips in disbelief.

"The two of you done?" the guard from before asks.

There's a long beat before they answer quickly.

"I'm done. You good?" Marcus asks.

"I'm good. Let's light it up." Mike says.

And all at once you hear gunfire again. You know it's them. You can hear the grunts and groans of the other guards. And you can hear the bodies falling to the ground.

The guard in charge yells that the two of them are traitors and to fire on them. You jump up and try to assess the situation. Mike and Marcus have their masks off. Great that would make it easier for you to know who not to shoot.

You take out four men quickly and duck back down. Your arm roaring in pain.

The adrenaline is wearing off. The gun fire is still going off when you hear a loud sound. You turn around to find the source. The locked gate behind you, no longer locked.

There he stood in all his glory. Armando.

In his own version of a tactical suit. His arms are out and he's not wearing a mask. You can't believe how happy you are to see him. You hold onto your wounded arm and get off the floor.

It happens quickly.

As soon as you're standing with your back straight, you feel another shot go through your shoulder. It almost knocks you off your feet.

You watch Armando's eyes go wide. His hand was already on his gun. So the next thing you see is him line up a shot behind you and take it.

Then he's right in front of you. His hands on your hips. You think to yourself that this is the first time he's touched you. With intention. You hold onto his arms as you steady yourself.

"There's a car waiting, come on." he says.

You nod your head and walk in lock step with him. Well, you try your best.

As soon as you reach outside, the hot sun and the humidity of it all hits you. And you don't feel your feet walking anymore. How could you?

Armando sweeps you off your feet, right into his arms. The switching of positions for your arm hurts. You muffle a groan and hold onto him with your good arm.

He jogs over to the Jeep, and opens the door without having to move you. Then he's laying you out in the backseat. He's quick to shut the door and get into the driver's seat.

That's when things get blurry. You don't quite remember what happened after that.

Armando does. He drove like a bat out of hell. Weaving bullets and other cars. Trying his best not to get you hurt in the process.

He could see your eyes drooping in and out. He had adjusted the mirror as soon as he got into the car to keep an eye on you. He tried talking to you, to keep you awake.

You barely answered him. Only in half mumbles and soft hums.

Once he was in the clear he headed to the safe site the feds had provided. There was a medical team waiting on him when he got there. Mike or Marcus no doubt called it in.

He got out of the car as the medical team opened the backseat and started working on you. One of them lifted you out of the car as another readied a stretcher.

There was a mask over your face. A needle being injected into your wrist with an IV bag attached to the other side.

Armando made sure to keep up with the team rolling you inside but not get in their way. His heart skipped beat when you got shot. He saw it happen but he should have prepared for it.

Why didn't he think of it?

The medical team rolls you into a makeshift room. One of the federal officers keeps Armando out. He can see though the plastic tent though. So he stands there, with his arms crossed over his chest.

Hoping he had brought you here in time. Hoping that he didn't just watch your last moments.

-

2 WEEKS LATER

You adjust the sling on your shoulder as the prison guard tells you the visitor rules. You're half wanting to just tell him it's a conjugal visit to get him off your back.

But you nod and verbal agree to follow the rules.

The guard opens the door with several keys. Which you think is pretty excessive, but you say nothing about. You watch as he opens the door and parts to let you in.

You thank him and walk inside.

He's in his cell, on the floor. He's doing push-ups. You could laugh. Mike said that you'd probably catch him during his work out. Apparently it's one of the only things he likes to do in his cell.

He no doubt heard the door open. Why he didn't stop was beyond you.

You clear your throat and he stops mid-way. He pushes off the floor and faces you. He stops in his tracks, almost like he wasn't expecting you.

Well, it's not like you called ahead to let him know you'd be here.

"Hi." he says.

You're taken back. You weren't really expecting him to just say hi to you. He did after all save your life. You thought he'd rub it in your face, or make some quick remark about you owing him a favor.

You don't know why just one word from him is making you nervous. With a quick swallow down of the lump in your throat you walk a little closer to his cell.

"Hey." you say back.

"How's the arm?" he asks.

You look over at the sling that currently resides on your arm. You roll your eyes.

"I could've done without being shot and this totally ruins all my outfits but I'll live." you joke.

You can see the start of a smile on his face. You take another step closer. He leans against the gate of the cell, his arms crossed over his chest.

"I'm glad. But what exactly brings you here?"

You clear your throat, "I never got to thank you. For saving my life. I woke up in the hospital and you weren't there."

"I'm sorry. I had somewhere to be." he points around the cell.

You snicker a little, "I know. Which is why I figured I would do you a favor."

"You don't have to-" he starts.

"I want to."

He smiles fully now, looking you up and down. On purpose. You have no doubt that Armando can look at you fully without making it look obvious. But then again, it wouldn't be him.

"What'd you got in mind, querida?"

-

THE NEXT NIGHT

Armando is sitting in the booth all the way in the back of the cafe. You, with your sling over your leather jacket, walk all the way to the back. Your good hand carrying the file folder.

You slide into the booth, trying you best not to let out a wince at the move. Some things were still hard for you. Even though physical therapy was going well.

"Shit I didn't think about your arm, we can sit somewhere else." Armando says, already trying to get up from his seat without asking.

"Oh sit the hell down. I'm already sitting." you say.

He sits back in his seat without another remark. Which makes you wonder why but you rationalize that it's because your injured that he's going easy on you. You guess the sling isn't that bad.

"I've got a way for you to finish off the rest of your sentence." you say.

You slide the folder over the table to him. He look at you then the folder. Then he takes the folder and opens it. His fingers flip the pages, his eyes scanning them rapidly.

"coches, armas, drogas...this won't be easy." he says.

You tilt your head, "I didn't think you'd back down from this. Well, if you want maybe I can snag a few lower tier cases. Might take us a while to get you out but..."

He looks right at you then In your eyes.

"Us?" he asks.

You give him a credulous look, "That's what I said."

He hums. His eyes return to the file.

"You're still in a sling. How's that going to work?" he asks.

"You'll be muscle and I'll be brains." you answer.

The corner of his lip curls upward into a smirk. You can't help but smile at him. To stop yourself from smiling too much you reach for the glass of water.

You bring it to your lips and take a few gulps.

"This party that the target is going to be at is tonight. Who's doing recon?" he asks.

"You and me. My contacts are a bit hesitant to work with me in public." you comment.

Armando rolls his eyes, "That's not loyalty."

You shrug your shoulders and wince at the pain in your shoulder. Yes you got shot, no you weren't used to remembering that you couldn't use your shoulder like normal.

"Careful." Armando says.

"I understand why they don't wanna stick their necks out. I mean German let everyone know who I was." you reply.

Armando puts the file down. Completely. And he looks directly at you then.

"You should have gotten your way. I'm sorry about that."

"Not your fault. Just the way things happened. Besides there's always a chance I could." you say as you look out the dinner window.

The cars driving past on the local expressway. You had chosen this place to meet because of the distance from your target. Far enough to not draw any suspicion but close enough to get the job done.

"Still wanna killl him?"

You sigh, "thinking about it."

-

You don't know how you find yourself in these types of situations. Fresh off an injury and here you are, facing gunfire again.

The shattering of glass from the bar makes your heart race.

And that's when it happens. Everything around you goes in slow motion. The thousands of pieces of glass falling to the floor from the divider between you and the gunmen.

The strobe lights over head that cut between the dark. Flashes of pink and blue and green and yellow litter your body in different styles. You raise your hands over your head to protect it from the glass.

Not even a second later, Armando is grabbing you. He's tugging you down onto the ground, underneath a table. What he doesn't anticipate is how much weight he has to him. The both of you go tumbling to the floor.

He's laying on top of you. He cradles your head in his arms as the shots keep ringing out. You feel like you're in a movie or something. It can't be real.

You cannot be on the floor in the middle of a shootout and the only thing on your mind is Armando. Yes you found him attractive before but this is something different. Something a bit stronger.

He's pulling you up by your good arm and hauling ass out of the club.

The two of you work without saying anything to each other. You send some shots back to keep the two of you covered while Armando works on getting the two of you to a safe spot.

That's when you finally say something.

"The van. Make a right!" you shout.

Armando takes a sharp turn. The two of you run all the way to the middle of the street where the van is parked. You left it unlocked just incase things went south. How thankful you are for your contingency plan.

You and Armando let go of each other. You flank left tot he driver's side and he goes to the passenger side. Both of you open and close the doors at the same time.

With a quickness you grab the keys from the overhead compartment and put them in the ignition. As soon as you hear the engine turn over you punch the gas.

-

You hear Armando close the motel door behind you. You let out a sigh of relief as you fluff up your hair, trying to get the pieces of glass out.

"You got hurt." you hear him say.

You turn around confused as hell. You look down at the front of your body but you find nothing. Sure the mini dress you're wearing is torn at the sides but there's no blood. And you don't feel any pain.

Armando softly grabs your arm and maneuvers you to the bathroom. Not that you needed to be maneuvered any more tonight by him. Your brain couldn't handle his hands on you so much like this.

He flicks the light on and positions you in front of the mirror. He turns you to the side and holds your arm out so you can see it.

You can see the three small shards of glass sticking out of the back of your arm. You didn't even feel it. Huh. Must be all the adrenaline.

Before you can make some smart joke, Armando is checking you for any other injuries. Like actually checking you. He scans you with his eyes and lightly pats you down.

In your head you wonder how that worked for him. Was he going to feel the injury or see the blood on his hands?

"Get on the counter." he says.

But he's really not saying it like it's a request. It's an order. And you don't feel like disobeying at the moment. Your voice might betray you.

So you slide onto the counter.

He reaches underneath you into the counter. He pulls out a red box. First aid kit.

Armando opens the box and takes out all the supplies. He curses in spanish at the lack of them. Three alcohol pads. Two bandaids .An aspirin.

He motions for you to offer you arm. In order to do so, you have to turn a bit to the side. He crowds your space then. Turning the sink on and washing his hands. His face just a few inches from yours.

The sink turns off and then he looks right at you. Like in the eyes.

"I'm gonna take the glass out. No tweezers so bare with me." he warns you.

You can only nod. He gets the alcohol pads and bandaids ready, passes them to you so you can give it to him when he's done.

His thumb and pinter finger dig out the first piece of glass. Which isn't that bad. It's a small chunk, not that much damage. He drops it into the sink.

When he goes for the second chunk, you wince. It makes him stop.

"Lo siento, espera." he says.

He goes again. You shut your eyes and happen to lean your head down on the only surface in front of you and that happens to be his shoulder. He digs and gets the piece in between his fingers.

"Perdon, Perdon, just a little more." he whispers.

He pulls it out and you let out a groan. You can hear the chunk land into the sink. You don't have to see it to know it's big.

"Last one?" you ask.

"Si, estas haciendo bien." he answers.

You wince again when he nicks the piece with his fingers instead of grabbing it. But he grabs it after the first try.

"Respira," he says.

You take a deep breath in. And when you exhale he takes the piece of glass out in one pull. You ram your head even further into his shoulder.

He throws the final chunk into the sink. You open your eyes and move your head so that you can look at him. You're out of breath from the pain.

But you're still lucid enough to hand him the alcohol pad. He warns you in advance that it's going to burn but you don't really know how much until you feel it. The sting makes your body go rigid.

He has to hold onto your waist with his free hand to keep you still. He wipes down the cuts.

"Dame la tirita." he says.

You grab the bandaids and hand them over to him. He chuckles to himself at something. You're not sure what. But you can feel the warmth from his hand on your waist. It's making you more woozy than anything else.

You pick your head up from his shoulder.

"I didn't think I'd end up out of breath in a bathroom with you, but que sera right?" you joke.

He looks at you then, with a smile. The bandaids still in his hand. He doesn't say anything. He just smiles at you and then shakes his head. Like you never even said anything he goes back to placing the bandaid.

"This is the third time you've saved my life." you say.

He shrugs his shoulders like it's a normal thing. His fingers press the sticky sides of the bandaid down into your skin. You can feel his thumb brushing over it.

"Nothing smart to say?" you ask.

He shakes his head, "I know when to shut up."

"Yeah like when you were in the hospital with me after I got shot?" you ask.

He looks at you a bit taken back. You remember how he was only able to spend two nights there. After that he had to be brought back to his cell.

But oh how fun it was to hearts voice talk about meaningless things just to keep you company. Like how you may have gotten shot but one time his mom was cooking with oil on the stove and the pop of oil against his skin hurt worse.

"You remember that?" he asks you this time.

"Most of it. I was pretty loopy. But I got bits and pieces. Before you had to leave." you answer.

He hangs his head then. You wonder why for a moment. but he doesn't let you wonder for too long when he answers your unspoken question.

"So you heard my stupid schoolboy confession." he says.

Which was not what you were expecting. Because you definitely did not hear him confess anything while he sat by your bedside. On one hand you feel bad about letting him reveal it to you now when you didn't know.

But on the other hand... it does feel good to know that whatever your feeling isn't one-sided.

"You never said anything." he adds on.

You snap out of your thoughts. Okay, you couldn't let him think that you knew before this. His head is hung low like he's ready for rejection.

"That's because I didn't know." you answer honestly.

His head picks back up. He looks you in the eyes now. You can feel it in your belly.

"mi gran boca estúpido..." he mumbles under his breath. But because the two of you are the only ones in the small bathroom.

Deciding to take the man out of his misery you reach up slowly with your closest hand. You can feel the stumble growing on his cheeks and the sharp line of his jaw.

"I like your big stupid mouth." you say.

A smile creeps onto his lips. And you can't help the way that you end up smiling.

"Yeah?" he asks.

You nod your head slowly, staring to close the space between you two. You can feel his breath on your lips. The way his eyes flutter down to look at your lips drives you crazy.

"Yeah."

Armando closes the space between the two of you fully. Your lips meet in the middle. It's not a clash or a crash. It's gentle. Something you weren't expecting from him.

Then again, he defies you're every expectation.

You bring your arm up to wrap around his neck but you wince. Finally remembering that your arm was supposed to be in a sling. He pulls away from you all too quickly. You don't like it.

"Stop pouting, you're hurt." he says.

"I'll just take the aspirin. You can go back to what you were doing." you tease.

He hums a response to you. His lips chasing yours once again. His hand that was on your arm travels to your hip, where his other hand never left. You lean back against the bathroom mirror, and when he pushes against you to kiss you deeper you feel the heat in your chest.

You're really glad he decided to be a smart ass the first time you met him.

[demigodsanswer]

Performer AU and Interrupted Declaration of Love??

Meant to write a quick ficlet, but I think I wrote the outline of a fic that could be like 20 chapters long.

Love, I'm doing this for love. And that's how I'll survive.

The first time Annabeth and Percy declared their love for each other was during a French revolution.

Not the French Revolution, her father explained, but the student revolution. The June Uprising of 1832. He would read her the book at night to help her understand. They'd been on a long description of the Battle of Waterloo for so long even her dad seemed bored.

Annabeth's Broadway debut in Les Mis as the young Cosette and Eponine was a Chase family reunion, with her aunt and uncle, and all three cousins in a attendance. But Annabeth didn't want to just impress them. She wanted to impress the whole theater.

There were so many people.

And she had to sing all of "Castle on a Cloud" alone on stage by herself.

She peaked at the audience before the show stared and shook with nerves.

"It's okay," a boy promised her. She hadn't rehearsed with him. But he must be one of the Gavroche's. "Just picture them in their underwear," he said.

That made Annabeth giggle. When she was actually out there, she couldn't see the audience at all. The lights were too bright. But her voice remembered what to do. She always loved to sing. She was the only one in her family who could carry a tune. And by nine, she'd carried that tune all the way to Broadway.

Percy was one of the Gavroche boys. Annabeth switched between Cosette and Eponine. She only actually got to sing half of the nights she was at the theater. But usually when she was there, so was Percy. He'd already been performing for a year or so when she started at nine, but he was short, so he got to keep going past when most Gavroche's retired. They were fast friends, and favorites of the cast, who kept sneaking them candy and other treats.

Annabeth decided that she liked Percy. He was a good singer. He was always in his place on time. And he seemed pretty smart. She promptly announced her crush to him, and it was reciprocated. At only nine, this meant nothing more than some hand holding and the cast and their families cooing over the cute couple.

The relationship was over before Percy took his final bow a few months later, but they stayed professional friends for the duration of the run.

~

Annabeth could see the disappointment in her uncle's face as she told him, no, she wasn't going to Harvard. She'd accepted an early offer to NYU for Musical Theatre. She'd gone to a performing arts high school. He should be surprised. If she was going to an Ivy, it'd have been Yale. But she didn't just want to act. She wanted to sing and dance. She was good at those skills too. Great actually. There were girls in her class who were "strong movers" and well ... they didn't get the lead in their senior spring musical. Annabeth had. She was the triple threat.

"You'll be the only Chase who never went to Harvard," her uncle told her.

Before Annabeth could snap back at him, her father piped up: "So? She's the first Chase to be on Broadway."

She could always count on her dad to be in her corner.

~

It was hard to explain to her family that her career was a success so far. Sure, she was performing Grease on a cruise ship, but a gig was a gig, and she was Sandy! She was the lead. Not an understudy, not a swing.

And not that this would make her family proud, but she was finally getting it in.

A musical theater degree didn't exactly mean she meat a lot of straight men.

But it turned out, Percy Jackson was bisexual, which she could appreciate, being bi herself, and he was Cruise Ship Danny Zuko. They were a match made in heaven.

Annabeth never imagined being a young bride. She never imagined settling down before thirty. But Percy made her want that. Made her want ...

Made her want.

He didn't propose or anything. But he did ask her to be his girlfriend. And their on-stage chemistry really flourished after that. And they couldn't exactly keep their hands off each other either. They'd found ways to do it in every nook and cranny of the cruise ship. Annabeth had brought War and Peace on board to read while they traveled, and by the end of the run, she'd only read 50 pages.

They both got picked up to do a run of Something Rotten on the sea, him as Nigel Bottom, her as Portia. In Annabeth's opinion, their quirky, in-love on stage chemistry was absolutely wasted on this cruise. But it paid, and for another year at sea, she was able to fall deeper and deeper in love with --

~

"I got the Moulin Rouge tour!" Percy announced. Annabeth jumped into his arms, so, so proud. She kissed him hard and told him as much. Her man was going to be Christian on tour! What a remarkable win for him! She was so happy and --

"Have you heard back yet?" He asked.

She'd gone out for Satine, but a resume of Sandy and Portia the Puritan didn't exactly scream French Courtesan. Honestly, Annabeth never expected to book it. She just kind of ... didn't expect Percy to book it either. Weren't they a package deal?

Annabeth shook her head. "Not yet," she said.

Percy kissed her forehead. "You will," he promised.

~

Annabeth didn't book Moulin Rouge. She booked the tour of Mamma Mia.

~

They were going to do long distance and make it work. They'd been together for almost four years. They were talking about getting engaged. They could make a year or two apart work.

~

After two months, there was nothing to do but accept it wasn't working. They weren't sleeping with anyone else but there was never time to talk to each other.

It frustrated Annabeth to no end that he was going to be able to milk their breakup in the tragic end of his musical, but she had to go out and play happy bride in hers.

~

"Let's get one thing straight. I never hear of The Red Shoes, I never saw The Red Shoes, I don't give a shit about The Red Shoes. I came to New York because I wanted to be a Rockette at Radio City," Annabeth said.

It took almost twenty years from her final bow as Cosette to get back to a Broadway stage but she did it. And as long as she didn't think about her father in the third row, her debut would be perfect.

A Chorus Line gave her a real chance to show off her dancing. It also gave her a change to -- per her lyrics -- show off her tits and ass. Her costume was super 70s. They even wanted her to use her real blonde hair, volumized to the gods, instead of a wig for once.

The tiny little pants she wore were basically spandex high-waisted bikini bottoms, with the leg holes cut wide enough h to expose her hips, making her already long legs look like they went on for miles. The sports bra top was designed to push everything up up up. She didn't have the biggest tits in the world, and she wasn't about to get an actual boob job. So push up bras and inserts would have to do.

Val wasn't a lead role, but she had a solo. She wasn't a swing or understudy. Annabeth's voice as on the revival's cast album, and she ran for a year and a half. The production even won best revival. And for once, she was sexy, not cute.

Every Instagram post she made was liked by Percy. She pretended not to notice.

Of course, she liked his posts about being the new Demitri in Anastasia on Broadway.

Coincidentally, she'd turned down an offer to play Anya. A Chorus Line was a chance to be in the cast of a new revival. And she wanted a part with a little more dancing. And anyway, the Anastasia musical was a dramaturgical disaster.

But Percy was a perfect Demitri.

They would have been the perfect pair.

Maybe good enough to keep the show from closing.

It made her insane.

Annabeth didn't call him.

And he didn't call her.

~

This was it, Annabeth thought, taking a deep breath. She'd made it through rounds of auditions and dance calls. Now it was just a few call backs. A few chemistry read basically. She'd done her vocal warm ups. She'd panic called her dad who promised her she was amazing, and she took a horrific shit in the studio bathroom.

Her entire routine basically.

All of this for Legally Blonde. It felt so silly. It was a cash grab revival. The first real Thing: The Musical besides maybe Hairspray. She had to compete with the iconic Laura Bell Bundy. The recording she watched all through middle school. That, and all the other pretty blonde women here.

The casting director called her in as she was looking over the sides for "Serious."

Annabeth stood up, sides, music, and headshot in hand (in case they needed it again).

Standing in front of her, making light banter with the casting table was him, the great love of her life. And when he turned and saw her, his face, his bright green eyes said it all. They warned her he was about to break her heart all over again, but this time, he'd make it worth it.

They had great romantic chemistry. Their voices were in perfect harmony after so many performances of Grease and Something Rotten, and when he broke up with her (again), her tears were almost real. Of course, she didn't cry for real. She offered dramatic, comical sobs (her comic timing was on point after so many comic roles), but she wouldn't let real tears fuck with her voice. Not now.

"Just shut up. What does that mean? I'm not a Jackie. I'm not serious? But I am seriously in love with you?" She told him.

This close, she could tell he was biting the sides of his own tongue, holding back his own feelings, his own words. He was using every muscle to hold back any flinch that might suggest a break in character to the panel of directors who decided their fate.

"Baby my future's all planned," Percy sang as she walked away in tears. "I've got some dreams to make true. I thought that you'd understand. It's time to get serious. Time to get serious with ... check please."

Percy plopped down into the rehearsal studio folding chair. The pianist hadn't been quiet for two beats before the casting director was complimenting them.

"Great work!" He promised. "Very nice! Percy, we've seen all we need for today. Annabeth, we'd like to see you with some Emmetts."

Annabeth nodded. She wiped a few stray tears from her face. They'd fallen despite herself.

~

Annabeth spent the rest of the afternoon running sections of Chip On Your Shoulder and Legally Blonde with a guy named Luke, who was handsome but a few years older than her, and wishing Percy would reach out.

Luke hung by her on their fifteen minute break. She wasn't stupid. She knew what a man hitting on her looked like. Worse, she knew what a man hitting on her for the sake of on-stage romantic chemistry looked like.

Admittedly, it thrilled Annabeth. She must be the favorite then, if someone with credits from Music Man with Sutton Foster was trying to seduce her.

Or maybe she was all tits and ass after all.

Either way, following a morning with Percy breaking up with her over and over again, Luke's attention was what her ego needed.

~

"I think it went okay, but it's hard to tell," Annabeth said to her dad. She'd given up calling him after every audition years ago, there were just too many, but he still liked to hear how call backs went when she got them. "This would be really huge. I mean ..."

"Would you be eligible for Tonys?" He asked.

"Yeah, the show would, and I would be." She sighed and settled back into her bus seat. "Although this isn't really a show likely to win you a Best Actress Tony."

"It would still be impressive just to be nominated," her dad told her. "We're proud of you no matter what." Annabeth didn't know who we was. Only her dad seemed to really support her or give a shit about her career.

But, she offered him a "Thanks, Daddy," anyway, and hung up the phone to wait for her agent to call.

~

Her agent called the next morning. Margo liked to toy with Annabeth's emotions; she found Annabeth was easy to rile up (she was), and she took some sick pleasure in doing it. But Annabeth had been working with her long enough to know that when Margo started the call with the sad, dejected voice, it was all an act.

She'd booked. She was crying before Margo could finished delivering the good news.

"And Warner?" Annabeth asked after getting the confirmation.

"Percy Jackson. You two have worked together before, haven't you?"

"Oh yeah," Annabeth said. They sure did used to work together.

~

"It's really great to see you again," Percy said after their first rehearsal, "you're going to be amazing."

Damn his smile, she thought. If she got through this show without literally throwing herself at him, it would be a miracle.

"It's great to see you too, Percy," she promised. He seemed so chill. He never used to be chill around her. He used to be insane about her. They'd fucked in every remote corner of those cruise ships, really putting modern hormonal birth control to the test. She'd told him what kind of engagement ring she'd want. He had her ring size.

And now he was just ... smiling at her like it was nothing.

Annabeth needed the upper hand.

"I hope this isn't weird," she said, implying he still had feelings for her, not the other way around.

Percy's cheeks went pink, and she felt a bit of pride in her success. "No, no, it's not ... I won't make it weird," he promised.

Annabeth nodded. "Great, I hope we can be friends," she said.

"Yeah, friends," Percy agreed.

~

They were nearing the end of studio rehearsals and Percy still hadn't made a move.

"Do you think it's because you told him you wanted to be friends?" Piper, one of her in-show sorority sisters, asked.

Annabeth pouted. "I thought he'd make more of an effort to get out of the friend zone."

Piper booped her nose. "You're thirty. Stop playing messy mind games with your ex and just ask him out."

Annabeth sighed. She could do that. Of course, if he said no, things could get even more uncomfortable. Maybe she didn't have the grip on this situation that she thought she did.

"Annabeth," Luke said, "want to get lunch?" Annabeth spotted Percy watching them from the corner of her eye.

This was also an option. "Sure," she said.

~

She wasn't into Luke. He was too clean cut. Too textbook charming. Too ... not Percy. Honestly, were it not for their ages, she thought Percy would make a better Emmett, with his scruffy boyishness, and Luke the better Warner with his ... whole vibe. But she wasn't queen of the universe. Even though she'd be so good at that job.

Lunch was fine. He paid, which she appreciated, but when he asked her to dinner "sometime," she had to politely decline. Annabeth couldn't stand to be that messy. And Piper was right. She was thirty.

~

Opening night was a smash success. Annabeth couldn't even find it in her usually very competitive heart to look at reviews. She knew it had been perfect, and so had the audience. On stage, in front of people, her chemistry with Luke really felt electric. Maybe she should go out with him. They might actually work.

"Annabeth," Percy called out to her. Oh she could have melted into a puddle right then and there at the sound of him calling her name.

She must have looked as in love with him as she felt, because she she turned, Percy's face softened into a familiar, usually post-coital, blissful gaze.

"Yes?" She asked.

Percy stepped closer to her, and pulled her into a hug.

"You were amazing," he said into her hair (a wig. Her natural blonde curls were too wild for Elle).

Annabeth melted into the hug, taking it as a sure sign. "Oh, Percy," she whispered, no, whimpered, into him. Percy held her closer, and she was pretty sure he pressed a kiss into her hair. Annabeth pulled back from the hug just to give herself the space to kiss him --

"Are things going good with Luke?" Percy said, dropping the hug and taking a big step back from her.

"What?" Annabeth asked, coming out of a daze. "Oh, we just went to lunch the one time. We aren't together."

Percy stared at her, obviously confused. "You're single?" He asked.

Annabeth nodded. She started to take a step towards him, when their costar Rachel skipped up behind him.

"Amazing, amazing, amazing!" She said. Annabeth liked her. She was Vivian, and so good at playing the cold, up tight girl. And then, off stage, she was fun, peppy, and remarkably red-headed. Rachel had taken off her mousy brown bob wig, but hadn't undone her wig cap yet, so she looked bald.

"Thanks Rachel," Annabeth said.

And then she was kissing Percy. Her Percy!

That bitch!

Annabeth walked away without another word.

She was in a hell of her own making, that was for sure.

"Great job!" Piper said to her.

Annabeth grabbed her hand. "If I asked you to come home with me for a night of meaningless gay sex that we never talk about again, would you do it?"

Piper smiled and kissed her. "As long as you don't call me Percy in the heat of the moment," she said.

"I can't make any promises," Annabeth confessed.

Piper shrugged. "Well, I guess it wouldn't be a huge deal."

~

Sex with Piper solved some of her issues, but not all of them.

~

"Do you have a date for the Tonys?" Percy asked her.

Annabeth smiled. "My dad," she answered honestly.

She'd been nominated for best leading actress, but she didn't have any expectations of winning. Their revival got five nominations: best leading actress, best leading man for Luke, best supporting man for Percy, best revival, and best costumes. They were pretty much a long shot in everything with the Phantom revival and several great new shows.

Percy nodded. "Gotcha. I was thinking about taking my mom, actually."

"Not Rachel?" Annabeth asked, trying not to be too over eager.

Percy shook his head. "No, she dumped me."

"Oh," Annabeth feigned sadness, "why?"

Percy just looked at her and sighed. "Doesn't matter."

Annabeth's heart pounded, and she felt guilty about something, but she didn't know what.

"Ten minute call actors!" their stage manager said.

Annabeth turned away from Percy. She had to get her wig on.

~

The pink dress was on the nose, sure, but Annabeth was determined to have fun tonight. Everyone in the cast was emotionally prepared to lose five Tony awards, and they'd planned a big losers after party to celebrate the show. The show itself was doing great. The house was sold out night after night, they'd done morning show appearances, the cast album was doing numbers on Spotify. There was plenty to be happy about.

Annabeth and Percy ended up next to each other, their parents on either side of them. Neither bothered taking an isle seat. They wouldn't have anywhere to stand up and go.

Well, that wasn't true. They were doing a performance of "So Much Better," so they would need to get up, change, and then come back.

Percy lost his tony first. He didn't look particularly sad, and he clapped politely for the winner.

Costumes lost too.

They sang "So Much Better." Annabeth held the sixteen-measure note at the end like it was nothing. Oh that final note. She could have a child, raise that child, and send that child to college before that note ended.

But she got the audience on their feet for her by the end.

~

Back in her pretty pink dress, she watched the show lose best revival to Phantom, and then watched Luke lose best actor to the Phantom.

"I think you might the only one to take an award home tonight," Percy whispered to her.

Annabeth took his hand. "Oh please, I don't stand a chance," she said.

Percy's face was close to hers, his green eyes so ... so ... "I believe in you," he told her. Cameras would be on them soon. He couldn't do this to her now. "Whether you win or not, you're the best actress in my mind."

"Thanks Percy," she said. They started announcing the names of the nominees, and Annabeth pulled herself away from him long enough to smile to the camera.

"Annabeth, I should tell you --" Percy started.

Oh not now, Percy, she thought, What on earth would compel you to do this right now.

Well, when she lost, she could at least console herself with a kiss from Percy, she figured.

Annabeth got ready to kiss him, putting all her attention on that instead of her inevitable loss.

"And the Tony goes to ... Annabeth Chase, Legally Blonde!"

Annabeth jumped and looked towards the stage. "What?" She asked out loud, but the sound was drowned out by cheers and clapping.

She felt Percy kiss her cheek, and then he said, "Go on, get up there."

Annabeth gave her dad a tight hug as she moved towards the stage on wobbly legs.

The statuette was heavy. She should have planned something to say.

"Oh wow," she said, the microphone picking up her voice. "I should thank my family. I'm sure they're very proud that I finally went to Harvard." That got a laugh, which gave her a little more confidence. "But really, I need to thank my dad, who supported me through all of this, and my wonderful cast mates, and director, and Margo of course. Thank you, this is really ... such a dream." That was how she finished.

She wished, later on, that she'd offered some kind of platitude for the kid in their bedroom dreaming of Broadway, or some political statement on queer liberation.

"I should have planned a speech," she lamented to her dad after the ceremony ended.

"Next time," he said with a smile.

~

Annabeth stepped into the after party looking for Percy.

"You ruined our theme!" Her director yelled at her, a wide smile on her face.

"Sorry!" She said, obviously overjoyed.

And then Percy was there, waiting for her. "Congratulations Annabeth. I --"

"Just shut up," Annabeth said, before throwing her arms over his shoulders and kissing him. They lasted fifteen minutes at the after party before they ditched for better things.

~

They were still naked in the morning. She woke up to Percy nuzzling into her neck and mumbling, "You're never getting away from me again."

Annabeth smiled and rolled over to press her body into him. "Good. I don't think I could stand it again."

Percy opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again. "What?" Annabeth asked.

"Nothing, I just was going to say something ... kind of intense."

"Well, tell me," she pleaded.

"I just ..." he cleared his throat. "I think we were meant to be together. Like, I think you're the love of my life."

Annabeth kissed him again, gently this time. his lips were still a bit swollen from the night before. She'd bit him a few times too.

"I know you're the love of my life," Annabeth said.

The show was dark on Monday, and thank goodness, because they had a lot of making up for lost time to do.

[echantedtoon]

Haishira Polycule Au Rambles P2

@lavenderdrxp

This is a more in depth drabble for this au and I've been thinking hard about it. This would most definitely take place in a modern au. College au if you will. All of the Haishira are majoring in what they would be teaching in Kimetsu Gauken Academy Minus a few people I switched around because it's an au and I have a few ideas.

Although the major difference would be that Shinobu is the one majoring in Chemistry/Sciences to become the chemistry teacher and Obanai is majority in medical/health and later becomes the schools nurse. No offense to Obanai it's just that I feel like Shinobu is a better fit for a chemistry teacher.

There is the main couples of:

Sanemi x Kanae

Mitsuri x Obanai 

Tengen x Wives 

Giyuu x Shinobu 

And Rengoku is single minus the Polycule.

(Debating on whether or not to add Gyomei)

Despite the main couples, they are all in a healthy polyamory relationship minus of course any Kanae x Shinobu (they're sisters you weirdos). Y/n is a daycare worker who works with Gyomei at the college's daycare where single parents who are students can drop off their kids while they attend classes for an extra small fee. Sanemi uses it a lot to help out his mom watch his youngest siblings while she's working, he's at college, and the older kids are at school. Still debating on whether adding Gyomei to the Polycule, but they become very good friends working at the daycare and he eventually introduced them to his friends/partners (if I decide to add him to the Polycule) when they visit him. 

Eventually Y/n will start casually dating either Rengoku or Gyomei (if I decide to add him). She's not sure about joining a polyamory relationship but she respects their already established relationship and they're not really in a relationship (yet-) it's just a date every few weeks or so. But slowly everyone else starts falling for her. First ones obviously being Rengoku and/or Gyomei as they're the ones who first meet her. 

Rengoku absolutely LOVES her. ADORES her even. This man knew from the start he wanted a big family so seeing her act so sweet to all the kids and Senjuro when he comes to visit him makes him swoon. He likes to see Y/n smile with so much kindness in her heart. He can't help but blush every time she gets over seeing the bruises from training at his father's dojo on the weekends.

Gyomei (again if I decide to add him -) like Rengoku also falls for her motherly sweet nature. He's blind. There's no way around it. He either likes or dislikes someone from hearing their voice and listening to their actions. He comes to love the way she sits in the play area and reads the children bedtime stories or sings the babies back to sleep when they wake up and how she giggles when this massive man lets the kids climb all over him. It puts a smile on his face that lasts for hours

The next two are surprisingly Sanemi and Kanae. 

Sanemi's baby siblings adore Y/n as she takes care of them in the daycare and that sparks Sanemi and Kanae into becoming friends with Y/n, and eventually fall for her motherly nature. Sanemi cannonically in Kimetsu Gauken respects women and little kids but most are really intimidated by his presence so meeting someone outside of those who know him great him fairly is a big part of him being able to connect to someone. Sanemi literally goes- "Oh no... She's cute" once he realizes his feelings.

Kanae is simple. She likes how nice and caring Y/n is. She likes how she treats her Sanemi. They both become fast friends. Both are sunshine friendlies and it's just a cute pairing. Especially if Sanemi gets flustered by both of them at once.

The next ones are Mitsuri and Giyuu. 

Mitsuri and Y/n get along quite well with one another and it doesn't take long for this sweetheart to fall for her. It helps that Y/n compliments her on how pretty she thinks her colored hair is, and how cool she thinks her strength is! Both are highly energetic and can bounce off one another easily.

Giyuu is often left out and a lot of people outside of his friends and family don't approach him, so imagine his surprise when not only does Y/n walk up to him on her own accord but is genuinely friendly and nice to him. It doesn't take long for him to fall for her sweet attitude and nature. He often visits frequently with Shinobu or one of their other partners/friends with him and watch him just stutter or try to give Y/n small gifts or just to talk to her. He doesn't have any other relationship this close other than Shinobu.

Tengen and his wives are all a package deal. He's very upfront about it too. This man will just go up to Y/n and straight up ask startling everyone else-

"Do you want to be our girlfriend?" "TENGEN!! WTF?! YOU ALREADY GOT THREE WIVES!!" "OH. Right. Right. I forgot. Let me change my question- Do you want to join our polycule?"

He says this in front of literally EVERYONE who gets very flustered and embarrassed about Uzui's bluntness except for Shinobu who gets annoyed instead and Kanae who just sighs and shakes her head. He likes what he sees. He likes how she treats his wives and friends/partners. This man has no shame in outright flirting with you and making his intentions clear compared to everyone else. Suma likes how you don't yell at her and calm her down through her emotions. Hinatsuru likes how calm and level headed Y/n is making her feel less crazy. Makio loves how instead of telling her to get over it, she understands her annoyance suggests doing something else to relieve the growing tension.

Shinobu and Obanai take the longest time to come around.

It's not that Shinobu dislikes Y/n. She's just not used to getting close to new people or opening up, but she does admit Y/n is a very nice and kind person to everyone and treats them all with equal respect. She does like how Giyuu is treated by her and that's good enough for her. She slowly falls for her as Y/n doesn't push her and instead respects her boundaries but remains friendly towards her. It takes much longer for her to fall for her compared to everyone else but she gets there.

Obanai actually falls under the same reasons as Shinobu. He's happy Mitsuri likes you and he respects how nice you are but does the same thing as Shinobu as Y/n respects his decisions. He likes how nice he treats him despite that slowly liking you too. But what really submits his affection is when she gifts him a medical mask from the daycare's first aid kid when his own mask breaks. She doesn't ask questions. She doesn't say anything. She doesn't make fun of him. She only quietly hands him the mask without questioning him on anything with a smile and not bringing it up again. That's it. That's all it takes. This boy is as smitten with you as his beloved Mitsuri is.

Ultimately though it's up to the reader to decide what happens.

[eatsbooksarchive]

You word things so well and you are so right. What do you think Eris thought of Feyre? All through the trials, the lap dances and then her victory and switching to Rhys etc?

you are very kind🥺🫶🏻 i appreciate you askin me things that give me the opportunity to pull eris apart like a barbie doll❣️

i think eris is going Through It when feyre shows up. there is the initial like — holy shit, after so very long, after ingratiating himself with amarantha to keep attention off his family (which … i have Thoughts), after the spring court estate is herded utm like cattle, the human girl is here. they have a chance at freedom.

but i think this is very, very quickly overshadowed by what the fuck is lucien doing? he was safe; he was not in this hell. and now — and now his good-hearted, stupid, stupid brother is refusing to give up the human’s name. [“if we did, lady, we would be the first to tell you.” (this is how it works here lucien give up the fucking name what are you doing?)] and feyre, i think, is indeed very lucky for her human heart, because eris would have damned all of prythian in that moment if he watched his mother’s favorite son, his only brother who escaped their father, die on her behalf.

he is impressed by the first trial, but something very similar happens during the second trial. eris only thinks of her insofar as how he will kill her if she sees lucien dead. but he is paying so much attention in his fear for his brother’s life that i think he catches onto what’s going on between her and rhysand. i think he has heard all the derogatory things you can imagine about humans, and i think he goes . oh fuck. she’s not hesitating because it’s a riddle. she’s hesitating because she’s an idiot human and she can’t fucking read. and then she’s reaching, pulling back, reaching, pulling back, lucien is screaming, screaming, and she seems suddenly so certain in her choice. it could have been chance, but he does not ascribe to such beliefs. there is only one who could guide her hand in that moment, only one who has retained his abilities — and that’s rhysand.

and eris, who knows well what it is to wear a mask, has never been fooled by the persona of amarantha’s whore

so i don’t think he’s all that shocked by her suddenly being touted around as rhysand’s pet. in fact, it just confirms what he assumed without him having to test for it. (@buffy-vanserra has such a good hc about eris and the second trial if she wants 2 share<3) i don’t think he much cares how feyre is being treated, either. as long as she serves her purpose in freeing them, which rhysand seems to be ensuring even as he toys with her, it doesn’t matter to eris what her fate is. he cares only about his family, his court, and himself while trapped down there. once they are freed, he has so much going on in his own life that what is happening with tamlin, feyre, and rhysand only matters to him when it begins to impact his court

[yannig]

Old QL Game

Rules: Think about the oldest BLs you've ever watched. They have to have been released prior to 2020. Now name 5 - 10 iconic scenes that you cannot forget.

Tagged by @my-rose-tinted-glasses <3 Thank you ^^

I always love tag games, but I gotta be honest here, I hesitated quite a bit about this one. I haven't watched that many shows yet, and most of them where recent. So I had to go back through my watched list and look up dates to see how dire the situation was ^^'

Turns out I've watched exactly two (2) BLs that came out before 2020! And that's counting Guardian, which is technically a bromance, but only because of Chinese censorship so I'm counting it anyway (also have you looked at these two? they're so obviously in love it's ridiculous, even with the censorship). Also I just finished UWMA and I need to talk about it.

So you get 3 scenes each, let's go!

Guardian (2018)

(gifs by @lunlvns)

This scene breaks me every time, but probably not as bad as it breaks Zhao Yunlan. So much tension packed in this one scene. The anguish of a Shen Wei who is clearly not well but refuses to talk about it, that absolute devotion to Zhao Yunlan that doesn't seem to have any basis, and Zhao Yunlan torn between confusion and worry. Chef's kiss.

And of course, the source of that devotion. Zhao Yunlan being the first to treat Shen Wei as a person rather than a weapon or a mythical figure.

It always breaks my heart a little, how easily Shen Wei falls for him. How starved he is for warmth and affection.

Zhao Yunlan and Shen Wei reuniting after the time loop closes. Finally back together after days, if not weeks (months?), of worrying about each other. Finally on the same page after months of lies and secrets.

So much relief and love in this scene.

Until We Meet Again (2019)

Dean meeting his grandmother for the first time absolutely wrecked me.

Finally meeting the grandma who's missed him for the last twenty years. But also finally meeting the woman who should have been his sister-in-law.

Ahn first reaction to learning Dean has a boyfriend being "please, please don't hurt yourself" because the only thing she can think about is how she lost her baby brother. Her forgiving Korn immediately because it wasn't his fault.

Dean promising to bring her back the brother he feels he took from her, just as he promises to be a good grandson and come see her more often. Him switching between calling her Grandma and P'Ahn.

Each of these relationships would be heartbreaking on their own, but the superposition of the two just makes me feel so much.

The same but in reverse: Pharm meeting Dean's mom and breaking down instantly.

Intouch's memories coming back so hard he actually passes out. Breaking down in tears once he wakes up because this is his baby niece whom he adored and she's suddenly a middle-aged woman and he never got to see her grow up. Getting to hug her for the first time in this life/since yesterday, and it making things worse as much as it makes them better. That little "abracadabra" she still uses to comfort people, just like when she was a child.

Pharm pulling himself together just long enough to get to Dean's room and break down again, harder. Because he might have just met his boyfriend's mom, and her acceptance is certainly a relief, but through him, Intouch is grieving the relationship he didn't get to have with the niece he loved so dearly. And it hurts so bad. He's found her again but it only serves to underline how much he's lost her.

And of course Alin takes it as Pharm being overwhelmed by her easy acceptance of his relationship with Dean. That was, after all, a pretty abrupt coming-out & meeting the parents combo. But how could she not accept them, when she's thinking about the uncle she barely remembers but never forgot. Pulling out the few photos she has of him and hoping things turn out better this time around.

P'Sin confronting his father about the secret he kept around Korn means so much to me.

Because I understand why Krit didn't talk about him. He clearly never recovered from Korn's death and his family didn't either. And wanting to protect your loved ones, especially your children, from your own pain, is something we can all understand.

Especially when your son comes out as gay, and even if now he's old enough to understand, even if you wanted to talk to him about this uncle he doesn't even suspect existed (and you don't), how are your supposed to do that?

How do you tell your gay son he had a gay uncle, who was pushed to suicide at a young age, mostly by your own father's homophobia? How do you tell him without destroying his relationship with his grandfather, who is still alive and was profoundly changed by the loss of his son? How do you tell him without making it sound like a death sentence?

"I want you and Sorn to be happy" and I didn't think knowing about this tragedy would do anything but hurt you

But in P'Sin's shoes, I would have wanted to know too.

Not only is it major family history and generational trauma (and an explanation of why you barely saw the uncle you did have), it's queer family history.

And the knowledge, the confirmation that queer people have existed before us, especially in our family, especially as close as a single generation away, is vital to anchoring us in the world. Even when it's tragic. Even when it hurts.

Choosing exactly 3 scenes per show was hard actually. So much to talk about!

I had a lot of fun, thank again for the tag Rose!

I'm a bit late so I think pretty much everyone I know has played at this point, but if you've read that far and wants to play (or play again), consider yourself tagged! ^^

[si-nemo-me-reminiscetur]

Thinking about Meeks' family that's not canon, but fuck it, they are real to me!

I came up with them for RP reasons first and I'm peppering information about them into every fanfic ever, I fear. Meeks just feels like someone with siblings, eldest brother type shit. But we'll get to this.

Let's GO! My headcanons for his parents and siblings <3

His mother (Stephanie) is such an icon. German woman bagged an American/Italian man, named her first born son after herself and while being such a sweet woman, runs a tight ship at home. She's constantly working on projects around the house with her husband. She's kind and immediately analyzes new people to match their energy, given she likes them. She loves her family so much. Sadly she doesn't see the pressure Steven puts on herself until he breaks down, but it's something she's working on.

William, his father, is possibly the most autistic father you've ever seen. He loves his wife over everything, being so patient with her new projects, supporting her with everything. He doesn't do well with change at all, so having queer kids is something he needs time to get used to. But they are his world. He's an architect. He collects vinyls and model airplanes, he's afraid of heights and he is really, really good at chess. He and Steph play regularly. He carved her a wooden chess set as a gift to go with the engagement ring and he'd given it to her even if she'd have said no (in no world would that have been the case). He's quiet and serious, but hates when people call him Sir and mean it.

THE SISTERS, GOD!! Steven is the eldest and he has three sisters. Three, five and nine years younger. Given the canon, where he's 17 (I think), they're 14, 12 and 8.

The oldest is Emilia, Em for short. She's incredibly 14, doesn't want to do anything, but she's the one Steven trusts the most to react well to coming out. She's annoying him on principle, but she's got his back and he got hers. She calls him first when she did something stupid or needs advice and she was the first one of his baby sisters, she means the world to him. When Em starts dating he gets a bit protective, but not being weird towards her partners, but checking in, running a surface level background check, making it very, very clear to him that he best treat his sister correctly or Steven is sending his mother after him. No one wants Steph on their heels.

The middle sister is Henriette, Henry for short. She's a carbon copy of her father, she's so serious and autistic and for the amount of emojis she'd use when texting, she has rarely any intonation when speaking. He's other queer child, non-binary lesbian to be precise. Steven is the first person of their family they come out to and he's helping them tell their parents, make them understand and adjust. They would prefer she/her, but generally use all pronouns. Henry is also really good at chess and loves cardgames. She'd eat up at Mario Kart. He's was also sick a lot when he was younger, so Steven was watching his other sisters while his parents took care of Henry. He doesn't realize this for a while, but Steven doesn't blame her. She's only a kid.

The youngest sister is Susanne, Susie. She's an angel, obsessed with horses, princesses and pulling pranks no one but her understands. Like switching up knife and fork when setting the table, she's howling with laughter every time. Steven bringing home any partner results in her making wedding plans, especially while she's younger and actively including the partner, but not her brother. For example Pitts would have to pick flowers immediately, Stick has to tell her what color her dress should be, she would take one look at Charlie and decide that this wedding has to happen in a castle and with Cam she would need him to help decide on table decorations. Like different focual points, but she's making plans.

Steven loves them all so much, he misses them a lot while at school. He feels very responsible for his siblings even while away, calling and writing as often as possible. He loves hearing about how they're all doing.

His relationship to his father is kind of weird, but hey, that's another post.

[koreandragon]

Final thoughts about love next door? Both the show and the main romance? I thought it had a lot less depth than it wanted to think it did and one of the most underwhelming romance I've ever seen I don't know why I was supposed to root for them since one of them came off like an obsessive weirdo and the other one came off like she was barely invested in this relationship which for a supposed romance is not a good look.

i was just about to make a post gathering my thoughts so i'll just write them here. i agree with the things you said.

it started off so well, i really liked their dynamic, the writing was witty and fun and it had great potential for that friends to lovers angst. then it fell into the mistake so many dramas seem to fall into and it's that it seemed to lose sight of what it was supposed to be, which was a romance/family drama. it definitely didn't have the depth it thought it had although they made some good points in the beginning with the overworking and depression. i still don't know what the point of seok ryu's stomach cancer was aside from bringing tension between every single character and to have the conflict drawn out for a few more episodes. it was basically a plot device to speed up the romance and to have her family realize how much they've mistreated her.

which brings me to seok ryu's family in particular. i know that no family is perfect and it's natural to have flaws but seok ryu's mom specifically was getting on my nerves. all she cared about was herself, her reputation, what people would think of her and what's bad in her life. like what do you mean it took your daughter getting cancer for you to realize you've been treating her like shit? the whole side story with seung hyo's parents was of no interest to me either, too much time wasted on his parents rekindling their romance and the mom's fake dementia and cheating.

haein and somin seemed to have great chemistry only when they were still friends, after the romance started to develop it felt forced and uncomfortable which was heightened by the fact that the show was content with having minimal intimacy and chaste kisses. seok ryu said she ignored her feelings for 30 years and that she actually liked him first which they have shown no proof of, she didn't even think about him like that until he confessed which is where the show took a nosedive for me. their initial chemistry and bickering just disappeared and instead there was this weird tension and energy between them which can be attributed to the fact that there was this thing hanging between them, seung hyo made things awkward by confessing. but even after they got together it's like they haven't been friends for 30 years and they switched into full couple mode, talking sweetly and romantically which just felt out of place and not how we got to know them and their dynamic. they brought it back briefly only in the last episode with the headlocking and the fighting at the end.

my main issue with the show was that i was Bored. boring. too many plotlines and characters and relationships i did Not care about. episodes and episodes (with an average runtime of 1h 20m btw which was unnecessary) of the main couple suffering after seung hyo's confession because he kept pushing her for an answer and she didn't know what to answer him so episodes just went by with basically no development in their relationship.

the two exes taking up the air for several episodes was mind numbing.

mo eum, dan oh and yeon du did not interest me at all, they were basically as exciting as a saltine cracker. the only compelling thing about that relationship was that he was a single father which they backtracked on and revealed he's actually her uncle, nothing to see here. i was bothered by the chasteness of the main couple (who got one implied sex scene) but this couple were driving me up the wall with how sanitized and underwhelming their romance was. i have more electricity between me and my carpet when i rub my socks on it. kim ji eun was wonderful i like her because she's very lively and funny but watching yun ji on act was like being waterboarded. not trying to be a hater but i don't know if he was directed so badly or he's just Like That. every time we got a pre schooler level peck on the lips i took psychic damage.

there were things i was uninterested in but i still appreciated like the lavender group, i think it's cute that there was a similar friend group as the main one but with older women and it's important to represent that. or the dad's struggle with wanting to provide for his family and feeling inadequate and coming to terms with his retirement to make place for his daughter's dream. although me liking this had a lot to do with how much i like the actor who portrayed the dad because he made me feel very sympathetic towards him.

this was one of those dramas that felt too sanitized and polished for me, the romance was underwhelming because it was so tired and overdone that it didn't make me feel any tingles. just a very forgettable drama all in all

[clovermarigold]

Smoke & Ice Head cannons and facts

Small facts and characteristics that are cannon to my fic, Smoke & Ice. Please note I do not claim any of these to be cannon to the MK franchise!

Don't worry I won't do any woobifying.

Also note after finishing this, I should have named this Angst angst and more angst

pt.2 pt.3

Calla has actually never been in a relationship because she always felt responsible for the Mangrove and like their parents/caretaker/sibling, even when they were around her age. (#oldest daughter vibes)

Bi han grew up with a different side of his father compared to his siblings. I head cannon that he probably learned his assholery from his father when he was younger. But he grew as a person as he had more kids.

Thats also why I think Bi han has both his evident hate and some internalized hate for Smoke. Because he's jealous of how soft and easy he went on him. (#oldest son vibes). This coldness and quiet resentment are also why he is TERRIBLE with children. He will seriously treat them like whole ass adults.

Calla: Go on. Talk to him

Bi han: ...Wanna beer?

Calla: NO!

Smoke on the other hand, is amazing with children. He didn't have a lot of interactions or experience with children, but that didn't stop him from being really good at it. Kids are really good at vibe checks, they can tell.

Smoke tends to hyper analyze and feel guilty after being around the children however, because he feels like he's projecting his memories of his sister onto them.

Smoke despite having MAJOR trauma has a habit of minimalizing it and brushing it off. Which infuriates Kuai Liang to no end.

Kuai Liang is the middle child that acts like the eldest. He got a glimpse to the kind of man their father was, since he's not that much younger than Bi han. But he was one of the first things to inspire their father to grow as a person.

Despite being the middle child, and the brother Bi han hates the least. It's usually Smoke who is the mediator between the two brothers.

The three brothers have vastly different relationships with their parents.

Bi han was an absolute mama's boy. He was always closer to his mom since she was the only person he would accept kindness, love, and even pity from. The day she died was when he truly became the Bi han we all know today. He had a terrible relationship with his father. Due to being put through grueling training when he was younger, as well and having the Lin Kuei's greatness instilled in his mind. Only to watch his father change and abandon this ideology as he aged. To him, any attack to his values is an attack on him.

Kuai Liang on the other hand unfortunately suffered from middle child syndrome. Often not being prioritized due to his mother's focus on Bi han, as well as his father's priority on training Bi han to lead, and later favoritism of Tomas. This neglect is what made him easily the most independent of bunch in their youth. Though this did change after the loss of their mother, which left Bi han to be the most independent and cold.

Smoke, however, is a more complicated matter. While he is undoubtably a daddy's boy. Due to his lack of a present birth father growing up and being taken in by him. His relationship with their mother is difficult. In no way does he dislike or have any problems with her. He just can't bring himself to truly see her as his mom. After watching the death of his true mother and sister, Tomas inherited a number of mental issues that the Lin Kuei never truly bothered to address. The loss of his twin sister made him incredibly clingy and reliant on his brothers, but the loss of his mother left him feeling guilty any time he tried to bond with his adoptive one.

Johhny cage has MAJOR daddy issues and minor mommy issues. Based on character interactions from both MK11 & MK1, we can deduce that he was an asshole. His dad switched between emotionally abusive and absent all together.

While he absolutely adores and loves his mom for being the parent who stayed and raised him, it didn't change the fact that she gave mostly tough love, being a cop and a single mother of two. (His brother who is said to be an asshole though we don't know the extent)

Movies were his main escape from his shitty home life and social life. I decided to keep his characteristics from Mortal Kombat Cage Match, being that he was bullied as a kid. Both by classmates and his brother. As a result, he absolutely loathes bullies, and is fully down to beat the shit out of any adult or minor that bullies any future kids of his, nephews, nieces, or just friend's.

When recreating the timeline, Liu Kang had to decide what to do with the children of Kronica and whether or not to include them in it.

I don't have a canon decision of Shinnok, since we won't be focusing on that in the story, and it'll probably be explained in future games. But Cetrion is a different story.

Cetrion was made to be a caretaker of the earth realm and its life. However, after falling in love with a mortal, was granted permission by Liu Kang to live among them as a mortal.

Their children would eventually become the dryad and subsequentially the Hamadryad, which is why they do not exist in any other previous timelines. It is also why Cetrion was able to become mortal without abandoning her duties. By creating a clan tasked with her previous role.

Anyways! Hope you enjoyed my "Head cannons". Have some tissues on your way out, I know I needed them.

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if its okay to request? Can you Yandere (romantic) Headcanon on Slugterra (Twist, Tad, Junjie) x Reader, who's like younger twin sister of Eli Shane?

(thank you)

Hi! Just to make sure, in those works Tad has THE SAME AGE of Reader, he is 13 in the series so i have to change that in the works (i would NEVER write for Someone so young unless is platonic, but honestly Tad take me by surpise. I never knew he was a fucking kid😭)

Yandere! Twist/ Tad Blakk/ Junjie x Shane! Reader

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: female

Warnings: Yandere content, Yandere behaviors unhealty mindset, intrusive thoughs, Stalking, overprotection, overbearing behavior, manipulation, Unhealty relationships overall,

Tad Blakk

• OHHHHHH this is a BAD one.

• remember I mentioned my previous work with Eli's twin sister? Well, in that work, I specified that reader had stayed on the surface when Eli left, she probably even decided to escape from her uncle's house, simply because she didn't want to deal with her family, not now that Eli was gone, he had LEFT her, rather.

• and guess who she met on the surface, with the same problems related to a VERY close relative in Bajoterra who had left them behind for unknown reasons? Exactly! Tad.

• I like the theory that Tad probably lived near the same neighborhood as Eli, and that's why he found the Shane entrance. For the same reason, he also found ONE Shane, however, things didn't go as one wanted, since Tad ended up getting very, very attached to reader.

• Probably the most unhealthy aspects of their dynamic arose more on the surface. Tad is a great manipulator, so it's easy for him to do things like make reader not leave him alone, arguing that no one wants to be with him, making reader believe that HE is the only trustworthy person in her life, etc.

• He's also quite controlling, he wants to have everything under his radar, that includes reader, so if she starts acting without thinking or without telling him, Tad perceives this as a threat to their dynamic, and as the moment to strike dominance.

• Whether it's manipulating reader into doing something bad against her will, using her insecurities against her or something WORSE, Tad assures that no one else will want reader, but that's okay, because no one else wants him, not even his father, so all she has to do is be with him, and neither of them will be alone.

• This way, they can seek revenge together, they can find Eli in Slugterra, and make him pay for the harm he did to them by killing Tad's father, and abandoning reader) doesn't that sound good? (translation: join me, or else…)

• However, when Tad realizes that this backfired, making reader more depressed (instead of happy, as he anticipated) he genuinely doesn't know what to do.

• But this is reader's chance to switch roles, now that Tad is desperate for control in the relationship, reader just has to give him the illusion.

• They must make a deal, he will give her freedom, and she will give him her company.

• Obviously Tad is not stupid, he realizes that there is some reason behind this, and he wants to know WHY.

• And reader, she simply answers that he is a miserable being, that he has earned a twisted, painful and moldy place in her heart, he can do with it whatever he wants, she just gives him options (which he accepts! But god…).

• Thus is formed one of the worst couples in all of Slugterra, ready to see who puts the other down first.

Twist

• If you've read my previous Slugterra work, you'll know that Twist is a very stubborn person, even more so now that he has a prefixation on reader.

• This probably brewed during his time as a traitor within Shane's gang, generally considering that reader is not only one of the few people with a brain in the group (according to him), but she treats him genuinely.

• And this doesn't change even the next few times they see each other.

• Even as enemies, reader tries to be empathetic towards Twist, she understands that what her father did was wrong, and doesn't try to sweep it under the rug (like Eli..), she genuinely wants to help him, not turn him in.

• This causes Twist to mistakenly believe that reader is attracted to him, leading to their typical flirtatious interactions and cheesy one-liners. Which only make reader grossed out and hit him with a demolition slug.

• But unfortunately he doesn't give up, he's delusional, VERY delusional.

• He sees Shane's gang as an obstacle, that has filled the reader's head with wrong ideas (like the ones his father had) and that he would only have to get rid of them so that the reader REALLY understands his intentions.

• There are also the not at all veiled attempts to make her join Dr. Blakk's side, either with his typical lame arguments, or by blowing out of proportion all the bad things that Will Shane did, like how he and his word can't be trusted, etc.

• All this so that she sees him in a better light, but the truth is that it only makes him look desperate.

• Anyway, if somehow the reader decides to leave Shane's group, you can bet that Twist is hot on her heels to get her to join him, or even, he decides to separate from Blakk to go after her. Thinking that this way they can TRULY be together, without Shane, without Blakk, just the two of them.

• Obviously reader doesn't want a travel companion, but it's not like Twist leaves much of a choice, besides he hasn't done anything wrong…for now, but she definitely hasn't forgotten everything she put her brother through, and it will cost a lot to fix that.

• That's probably where certain protective or possessive attitudes come from, Twist thinks that if he shows reader that he's trustworthy, by protecting her, then she'll finally accept him, but he doesn't take into account that she doesn't want his protection.

• He's also a big party pooper every time reader wants to form their own group or bring more people with them, either by sabotaging everything, or even threatening the new members of the gang.

• Obviously reader KNOWS that Twist is responsible, but no matter how many times she tells him to go away, that she hates him, that she doesn't want to see him or his "help", he just acts like she's playing hard to get and follows her like a lost dog.

• Bottom line, he's a pain in the ass, but he's hell-bent on being YOUR pain in the ass (that didn't come out right-- but You get what i mean).

Junjie

• Oh god, this is the best one yet and yet he feels so bad about all of this.

• Junjie probably thought at first that he was having flashes of Goon's influence again, freaking out like you have no idea, but when the reader reassured him that he wasn't, and he STILL had those thoughts... well, he felt horrible.

• Not just because Junjie is not only one of the few self-aware Yandere, but he also practices restraint A LOT. He believes that if he restrains himself enough, these thoughts will go away on their own. That's what he wants at least, he wants to be a GOOD PERSON, NOT THIS.

• This might make him feel even more guilty about what happened with the eastern caverns, he thinks that by having these kinds of obsessive thoughts it makes him a bad person, that deep down, he let all the bad things in his life happen to him, because he deserves it.

• This leads to several sleepless nights, sometimes without eating, desperately trying not to run into Reader, without much success.

• It all gets to the point where the team has to force him to sit down to eat, and, to Junjie's bad luck, Reader was right next to him.

• Though, strangely, he didn't remember much else after seeing Reader. He found out after he passed out and slept for a few hours (almost a whole day).

• That, and Junjie realizes that the thoughts are much more... calm now, all because Reader and him interacted.

• This can end up generating a new kind of trend, when the thoughts are too strong or Junjie feels too tormented by the past, he goes and stays near Reader. and everything is silent again. Much to his relief.

• And Reader seems to take it well! She's just happy to help him feel better, and reassure him that he's not a bad person for having "intrusive" thoughts (as she calls them) - we all do to some extent! - which is also very reassuring.

• Sometimes this isn't enough though, and Junjie resorts to some... unorthodox and downright embarrassing (her words) tactics.

• Things like stalking Reader when she goes to run errands alone, watching her out of the corner of his eye when he's "meditating", he's even gone so far as to watch her while she's sleeping (he's not proud, he swears, but he can't stop himself).

• He makes sure no one sees him when he does this, but he's sure that Pronto has caught him sleepwalking on occasion, and the other members of the group are acting weird. He doesn't blame them, but then again, he's not doing it out of malice - he genuinely doesn't want to do this.

• The group members are sure that Goon screwed up his brain and that maybe they could make him see it with the Shadow Clan. While the reader is just worried about everything.

• Let me just say, Junjie can't help but dread the time when he returns to the Eastern Caverns, a part of him wants it with all his might so that he doesn't potentially put the reader in danger. But another part of him doesn't know what he'll do once everything is over. We'll have to wait and see...

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I WABT TO KNOW ABT KAYLAAAA. Tell me every single little hc u have for her pleasee🙏🙏🙏 I love her sm and the underatedness of her character is crazy. Tyt or canon anything pls😁😁😁

AHSDHFSDJFSD OMG YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MAKES ME. I LOVE HER. SO MUCH.

i made a post abt her music taste (in talk your talk, but could also be canonverse tbh) on her tyt birthday here - and now onto some other hc's

(AND LITERALLY SHE DESERVES SM MORE ATTENTION SHE IS SUCH AN ICON)

canon: (most of these are taking from my will series bc i put in a lot of cabin 7 hc's into there but that series is mainly focused on will!)

pretty sure this is canon or at least like a universally accepted hc but she was closest with michael, and having lost him hit really hard.

i also think even though she's younger, she arrived at camp before austin, but they both arrived at pretty close intervals so after the battle of manhattan, they were treated as a pair and went pretty much everywhere together

kayla and austin arrived just before the battle of the labyrinth

kayla was already better than most of her siblings at archery when first arriving at camp because darren had taught her - and she already knew she was a daughter of apollo when first arriving bc darren was one of the few parents who, like, knew who her dad was - and he told her before she had to leave

and speaking of darren, they're very close. i tried to convey that in tyt too but i just love a good healthy father daughter relationship and they have that!!

coach hedge brought her to camp

eventually she stops dying her hair green and switches it out for a few different colors, but then reverts back to green a few years later because it's her favorite

she often complains about teaching archery lessons because she's not the greatest teacher, but she's also the best of the apollo kids at archery - but when she eventually finds another apollo kid who's pretty alright at archery she jumps to get away from that role

however she does becomes cabin counselor after will because of seniority

i think she had longer hair when she was younger that darren always put up in two french braids, but then on her way to chb something happened that made her have to chop it off. then she realized she liked it better that way and kept cutting it shorter

talk your talk!

KAYLA AND NICO ARE CONCERT BUDDIES. i feel like i've already said that. but i love it. kayla "uses" him to try and see the artists backstage after the concert or get vip seating, but she's also a total pit girlie and will arrive at the venue hours early to get barricade (am i projecting? maybe)

most avid tiktok user, up there with leo with her social media addictionsdkf

is very easily recognized in public due to the redhead/green hair dye combo- and even though she's a pretty niche celeb she still gets recognized in public a lot

yet she still refuses to change her hair dyeJSDF

nicknamed "Daughter of Apollo" for obvious reasons

i mentioned this in my music taste hc's but she can sing. like. insanely well. she could've been a singer if she wasn't committed to archery. i think it's kinda funny bc i bet that when darren and apollo were still dating they had some kind of bet on which field kayla would go into (with no doubt that she'd be in some way famous) and so when apollo heard her sing at karaoke night for the first time he was like "goddamnit i bet if i had been in her life i could've convinced her to be a singer"- but not completely seriously bc like ofc he's still incredibly proud of his daughter

lovessss to be on podcasts. let her yap!!

she went to a very small (im talking like total <15 people in her class) private school in canada (paid for by apollo) because of all the media frenzy (even though it had mostly died down). that, along with eventually moving in with apollo and going to another private school, made it really hard for her to learn how to socialize / make a really solid friend group (totally not projecting again). i touched on this in ch 7 of greatest of luxuries but she had a hard time fitting into her "friend group" who didn't really contact her after she left - and she jumped at being homeschooled. michael is her first real friend and they are very much grumpy & sunshine coded, but michael really does care for her like a little sister after a while (aka like 10 minutes)

she is just so very youngest child codedLKSJDF

thank you for the ask!!! i absolutely ADORE kayla she deserves everything <3

[shmowder]

Related to that recent post of yours you got any headcanons for how Daniil would be as a dad? Because I truly believe that man would be a good father…. Although he’s probably every teachers nightmare come to life, he also strikes as the type who wouldn’t have originally planned to have any children but the second he holds his kid for the first time he’s absolutely smitten and will tell anyone about his who listens about his kid.

In my heart I know that he's a girl dad.

Daniil, who doesn't care about the baby's gender during pregnancy, who always reminds people that he'll treat his child the same no matter what.

But oh, the second his daughter is born and he holds her in his arms. A whole new life just born into existence, started in front of his eyes, hearing her soft cry as he stood there in a trance.

Realising he's a father now.

It's like a switch immediately flipped. Paternal instincts kicking in.

This child might as well rival the sun in greatness in Dankovsky's eyes, She's genuinely all that's on his mind.

What he thought would be just a new responsibility on his shoulders, another milestone to cross off of the list of life goals before going back to his research and studies, completely turned his world upside down.

You know Daniil's tendency to litter his sentences with "I, me and my" to always talk about himself no matter the subject? Yeah, well, now he talks about his daughter instead.

"Oh your child started crawling, how...nice. Well MY daughter just took her first steps when my partner and I took her out to that new restaurant. Oh yes, I'm aware they don't allow kids, but she isn't just any kid. She is so well behaved and much smarter than her age, of course even the restaurant owner could see that and exempt her from the...common rules."

Daniil doesn't adhere to stereotypical parental roles either. He's taking his daughter to the nearest changing station even if it meant walking into the women's bathroom because the men's didn't have it.

He's the one to prepare her bottles with care, always test the warm water beforehand to ensure the temperature is appropriate, count the tablespoons of powdered milk he scoops, secure the cap and shake the bottle.

Keeping track of her feeding time, preparing her baths, and drying her throughly. Keeping her warm and safe as she drifts off to sleep before laying her back into her crib.

He doesn't "forget" or get lazy. He takes each of those responsibilities seriously no matter how much of his personal time is cut off because of it.

He's always boosting about how his daughter has no difficulty solving those kids' educational puzzles and how he started giving her adult puzzle to solve instead.

He's doting in his own way, spending time with her during playtime, letting her mess his hair and paint on the walls with no repercussions. Allowing her absolute freedom in self-expression.

Part of him especially enjoys the clothes shopping.

Dad Daniil who would rather set the store on fire than allow his child to wear something tacky or cheap, who takes his daughter to high-end brand stores to get her measurements taken so a tailor may design a one of a kind set for her. Putting extra care in styling her hair each morning, the hair accessories with actual gems and pearls, the neat tidy shoes and socks with ruffles. Daniil dresses her like his very own doll and basks in all the compliments other parents give her way each time they go out.

Each birthday is given it's due in importance and made into an event, sending invitations to his colleague doctors and researchers alike, taking pride in each cursive letter he inks as his daughter sits on his lap, eyeing his work with interest and sometimes adding an ink stain or two with her small fingers.

Daniil's study becomes her favourite place to play as she grows up. While Daniil would've chased any other rascal away who attempted to even touch his medical equipment, his daughter is treated like royality instead.

Part of him enjoys teaching. He lacks the patient, but his love for her overflows through his veins and makes him want to try harder and better himself, be more gentle.

This is why he's patient as he teaches her how to work a microscope, how to be careful with the cog as you turn it, and how to carry the glass slides with diligence.

And the look on her face as she marvels at the discovery that a whole new world of microscopic organisms exists just under her little thumb, it made Daniil feel as if all the suffering and hardships he went through just to get up to this point were completely worth it.

He infects her with his love for science. He reads to her fables and stories each night to raise her on good morals and grant her a noble soul.

His daughter quickly takes a hatred to lying as much as he does, she is never afraid to state her opinion neither is she reluctant to share her ideals and dreams, no matter how big she dreams, her father taught her that anything is possible if you work hard for it.

While they may have a falling out during teenagehood like any healthy parent and child relationship goes through, I think Daniil would still be her favourite parent even then.

He's the first to stomp to the private school if he even suspects anyone is giving her a hard time or a teacher is being unreasonable.

He's the one who has the period talk with her as a doctor. He reassures her this is all completely normal, and he'll offer her painkillers whenever it gets too much.

Dankovsky even has the sex talk with her later as she grows up. He would rather she stayed aware and informed than accidentally got herself into an unkown situation. He explains everything with the nonchalance of a medical professional rather than a father to not make things awkward for her.

That's why their relationship survives the rocky teenage years, because The Bachelor made sure to remain a stable figure in her life. To always be nearby to help but never be suffocating or judgmental.

His daughter is genuinely his life's work. He has put all of his efforts into giving her the best possible relationship with her parents, into letting her flourish into her own person and help her achieve her goals.

He's stiff with the kids' ingame, easily annoyed, and only humours their conversations if it's someone extremely polite like Capella.

Ingame, Daniil rarely mentions his family. You don't know what kind of parents he had, and judging by his university years of carrying a pistol around and even stealing samples to aid in his research when he hasn't earned the doctor title yet, it's not hard to figure out he may not have been close to his parents, let alone his father.

With their expectations set on him since a young age to become a "conqueror" and join the military, there is a big chance he came from a military family set in traditions. How his pursuit to become a healer rather than a fighter might have been deemed a sign of weakness by them, especially for a "man" at that time period.

Maybe they didn't view knowledge as an equal to power, a Bachelor's degree at that time period was the second highest degree you could ever get from a university. Daniil not only succeeded in his field but founded a while research lab, became nationwide famous, and made everyone who ever doubted him eat their words.

Powered by spite and the need to prove his parents wrong. That's why he's so insistent on doing the opposite as a parent, to show his child unconditional love and support no matter what their dream is.

Otherwise, he doesn't take them or their dreams seriously, much like his parents probably met his dreams to "defeat death" with scepticism and doubt.

If Daniil Dankovsky had a child, any child. He will always take them seriously, be their confidante, and never dissmiss their goals or passions as mere "kid's imagination" or a phase.

Even if his child didn't turn out smart or exceptional, even if they struggled with the most basics and were quite behind others their age.

Daniil would never belittle them or even suggest they should give up, he'd double his efforts to connect with them, to try different methods and teach them that no matter how unfair and cruel life is, you must keep trying.