#quanny

[yourthirdparent]

Things had been silent for a while. Quan Chi had hardly moved for minutes on end. Shortly after they had finished (beautifully, Johnny may add), he'd sat up on Cassie's couch and stared at a wall blankly. He hadn't moved when Johnny had set his hand atop his. He hadn't moved when Johnny had done the same thing a moment later after cleaning up and redressing himself.

And now things were silent.

Johnny was willing to let Quan Chi take his time, willing to wait for him to be ready, but things were silent and Cassie could come out of her room any minute and Quan Chi still wasn't dressed, so he moved his hand to Quan Chi's shoulder and called his name quietly.

Quan Chi didn't move. Johnny let his hand fall down. Things remained silent.

Twenty years seemed to pass before he finally spoke, his voice—typically so dramatic, often winding into long sentences drawn out for far longer than they needed to be, carrying a theatrical flair that could easily put Johnny to shame; usually so clear, deep and naturally projected, travelling directly through the air and seeming to wriggle like worms into Johnny's brain to lead him into obsession—newly quiet.

“This was a mistake.”

Johnny stayed silent.

He knew Quan Chi had valid reasons for thinking that. They were in Johnny's daughter's living room (and those stains were definitely from where Johnny had leaked onto her couch, whoops). Johnny was newly widowed. Quan Chi was still with Shang Tsung, and Shang Tsung was terrifying and would probably kill one or both of them if—when he found out.

Not only that, but Quan Chi was still evil. He still fully intended to conquer the realms for whatever dark scheme he had. He had made it very clear that the peace between himself and Earthrealm was temporary. He was still Earthrealm's enemy, and sleeping across enemy lines was generally implied to be against the rules.

But Johnny didn't regret a damn thing. He didn't consider it a mistake at all.

Admittedly, and maybe a little embarrassingly, Johnny truly had fallen for Quan Chi. Something about his cluelessness about Earthrealm things and the way he'd always ask Johnny first was charming. The way he'd fall for Johnny's “deez nuts” jokes every time was endearing. The way he would come back to him even after turning Johnny down had his heart fluttering.

And it wasn't just about the chase. He'd felt light and floaty whenever he got even slightly closer to something, anything with him. He had been so thrilled when Quan Chi had finally confessed to having feelings for Johnny. His heart broke a little when Quan Chi said it was a mistake. No, his feelings were genuine—the most genuine they'd been maybe ever, and he had a tendency to love with his whole heart.

But he'd let Quan Chi make a mistake. He'd let Quan Chi hurt himself. So he made a mistake.

So he remained silent.

[yourthirdparent]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

would you guys still love me if i um. um. also the Second chapter is the one i posted a few days ago the first one is new but it takes place before hence being first in fic. so. um.

[yourthirdparent]

something about johnny actually making quan chi feel desired for once in his life. because he was always second to shang in damashi's eyes and and he always felt like shang didn't really want him, at least not as much as he wanted shang. because he's always been off-putting and scary to other people. and then johnny shows up and is undeniably into him and incredibly persistent and quan chi Knows he shouldn't do anything, they're enemies, and johnny is so, so annoying, and quan chi is still with shang tsung even if it feels like shang has been pulling away from him for a long time, but he can't help it when johnny makes him feel wanted. or something

[silencedoblivion]

"Nickname Me"

"I’ll just stick with…Quanny…"

[natashabelovas]

quanny0310 replied to your post “i hate when people my age or younger than me call me “hun, honey,...”

Light em' up Chach!

do u feel me mr krabs