#John Constantine fanfic
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Absolutely fucking adore the idea of Constantine having a very talkative and energetic little human around that he calls “bunny” and treats you like one, treats you like a pet.
You really think that you’re Constantine’s sidekick because you follow him around everywhere he goes and you’re basically living in his apartment because you just – never – fucking – leave. No matter what Constantine does, no matter how mean he treats you, you just can’t bring yourself to hate him because he just might be the only light you have in your life – which is a weird thing to say considering Constantine probably possesses the most darkest mind in the world and you haven’t even seen half of it.
When he’s in a good mood, he’d treat you out for a dinner and actually conversates with you like a normal human being (even though nothing about him – or you – is normal) and tell demon and angel stories you’d always find yourself drawn into, chin on your palm, wide doe eyes while listening to his deep voice talk.
Most of the time you’d get very excited about something and very eager to learn that you’re practically vibrating in your seat. It’s such a normal occurrence to Constantine that he knows how to deal with you when you’re in that state of mind.
“Wait so – if demons and angels exist, is there a possibility that vampires are also true? Are they real? Please, tell me they’re real – I mean, have you ever met one before, John? God, that would be so freaking cool. I always wanted to be a vampire –”
Constantine lets you talk. Even though he wouldn’t quite grasp the other words that you’re saying because he really feels like you’re rapping instead of talking. Not to mention the hand movements you’d do while you spew random little facts out of nowhere, or when you’d remember a memory from childhood that you’ll end up telling him; Constantine really does find you quite adorable.
And you’re a bit energetic too. Well, a bit wouldn’t really cover it. You’re full blown energetic who sometimes acts like you drank five cans of caffeine the moment you open your eyes, but Constantine knows all your energy is natural and comes from your heart.
You wouldn’t be able to sit down next to him at a diner without your hands fiddling with something or when you just really… couldn’t keep your mouth shut. It’s a hard thing to do, really.
Then there’s Constantine, who likes to take advantage of your behavior by saying something really perverted and inappropriate.
“Hey, bunny.”
“What?”
“Would my cock be enough to get you to stop talking?”
“Good one. But that would only make it a lot worse.”
“I know. I’ve heard it,” he’d snicker, then would press a kiss on your cheeks that would make you flutter and scoff in annoyance. He always smelled like cigarettes and something minty. “I’m joking, bun.”
“Yeah, it would be a joke if it wasn’t true,” you rolled your eyes. “You’ve witnessed my mouth doing a lot more work than usual when I’m sucking your dick.”
“Well, you should be proud of yourself, bun. Looks like your mouth got more talent other than talking.”
“Haha, very funny.”
His comments like that don’t really offend you or anything because you know he’s joking. You know he secretly loves your rambles despite being mean about it, because that’s just how he is.
But during sex, it’s a whole different story.
Constantine has a habit of making you cry on the bed by making your rambles even worse. He knows that you ramble when you’re either feeling flustered, nervous, or horny, and most of the time you get all those feelings at once when you’re in front of his cock, which means a sudden flip of the switch inside your brain just goes off and you start saying these deliciously filthy words that never fails to make Constantine hard.
“What’s that, little bun? I didn’t hear you,” Constantine smirked, voice teasing as his hand gripped the base of his thick cock, smearing the dripping tip all over your lips as you struggled to catch your breath after he fucked your throat. “Where did my little talkative bunny go, hm? Why is she not talking?”
“J–John–”
“Oh? What’s that? Is the little bunny speaking?” Constantine mocked, pulled his dick away from your mouth as he gripped your chin with one hand. “If my bunny wants my attention, that’s not the right name she should be addressing me, yeah? Already forgot our rules around here, bun? I let you get a taste of my cock and you’re already defying me?”
“No–no, no, d-daddy, that’s not–that’s not what I mean,” you sniffled, your eyes getting teary from your kneeling position as well as when you heard Constantine’s mocking voice above you. “Daddy, please–just want–just want your cock in my pussy again, p-please–”
“Oh, you do? Poor little bunny is so wet and horny now, hm? My little bunny is feeling so empty?”
“Y-yes, daddy, I–I feel so empty–”
“Look at you crying. You look so pathetic,” he grinned, grabbing you by the hair and throwing you on the bed. You were already naked, already covered in bruises from the makeout session earlier and the handprint on your ass was starting to become more evident and red as minutes went by. “Where does my bunny want daddy’s cock, huh? Where do you want it, bun, tell me.”
“I–In my–In my pussy, daddy, want it in my–my cunny–” you sniffled again, pawing at his shoulders as your tears were starting to blur your vision. “Daddy, please–please, I want you so bad–miss your cock so much, feel so empty and wet and I just wanna–”
“Shhh, bun, I know. I know what you want,” he petted your hair with one hand while his other was guiding his cock in your cunt, the fat tip circling teasingly on your already puffy pussy lips and not quite going in. “Wish I could record you like this and make you watch it after. Fucking show you how filthy you are while begging for my cock. All the dirty shit you say when you’re so desperate for me.”
You keened, nodding absentmindedly even though you didn’t understand a single word he said. Your mind was only focusing on the delicious feeling of his cock rubbing against your sloppy cunt.
“Yes–yes, please, daddy, d-do what you want–do want you want, I’m yours–bunny is all yours–”
“That’s right. That’s my little bunny, knowing her place and where she rightfully belongs,” Constantine grinned, and it was only then he slammed his cock all the way inside you, stretching your walls wide as you bite onto his shoulders to keep yourself from waking up the entire building. “I would choose this tight little pussy over entering the fucking gates of heaven.”
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Pure sin
John Constantine
tw. smut, oral, breeding.
You’ve spent all your life protecting yourself from sin. Protecting your chastity and pure soul. All your life had been spent watching close friends befoul themselves, swearing to yourself you’d never end up like them.
You had been doing so good until now. You failed to comprehend how easy it was for him to manipulate you into giving up all that hard work. You felt like a helpless prey, naked and helplessly trapped under him. John Constantine, the man who had tainted your soul upon meeting him. You craved him, but you mostly craved his sin.
“Spread your legs for me, doll.” He utters. You shyly do as told. He was so intimidating, you couldn’t help but obey him. Your whole body heats up from embarrassment. You had never exposed yourself to anyone before. Betraying your values distressed you, but you couldn’t stop yourself.
Your innocent eyes are locked on his figure. His gaze is completely focused on your cunt. You feel heat rush to your cheeks when he lowers himself. A quiet moan leaves your mouth when you feel his tongue on your pussy. The feeling was strange at first, but quickly turned into an euphoric feeling. You had never felt this kind of pleasure before. It was almost overwhelming.
You whine when you feel his tongue leave your cunt. “Why did you stop?” You sounded so whiny and desperate. “Be patient.” He firmly says. Your eyes widen when you feel his index finger at your entrance. He climbs back on top of you. He lowers his face near yours.
“I just want you to get used to the feeling, okay?” He whispers.
That’s when you feel his finger slip inside you. You silently gasp at the feeling. A second finger pushes in. It started feeling a little painful. “J-John, it hurts!” Your legs squirmed under him. He lets out a chuckle under his breath. “If you can’t handle a finger or two, how are you going to take my cock?” He taunts in your ear.
You look at him and see his face plastered with a smirk. His fingers are thrusting inside and out of you. You hate how he makes the pain feel so good. Filthy and blasphemous things were being whispered in your ears, but you couldn’t entirely focus on his words. You were too concentrated on the feeling of his digits deep inside you.
“Kiss me, please.” You shyly ask him, craving more of his touch. He locks your lips with his. It all felt so wrong, betraying yourself and your creator just like that.
A strange, unusual feeling started bubbling in your tummy. It felt like butterflies but more intense. “I feel all weird down there…” You let Constantine know. He pulls his fingers out of you. You whimper at the feeling of emptiness.
John, noticing your needinesss, lets a few snarky and cocky remarks out. It was humiliating how you gave in so easily to his sin. You never thought your virginity would ever be in the hands of a man you barely knew.
You hated him. You hated yourself more for enjoying this. Would you ever forgive yourself?
Your hand shamelessly found its way to his clothed crotch, gently stroking it. You couldn’t see if he enjoyed it or not as he was too busy leaving love bites all over your neck.
Your hand leaves his crotch and is now covering your naked chest. He gets up and holds your legs apart, just admiring your lady part. You look away feeling all flustered and embarrassed.
Your head shoots up when you hear him unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants and pulling them down with his boxers. You can’t help but get flustered. Face turning red, you look away. “John, be gentle… please?” You beg, knowing all he wants to do is completely destroy you. He seems to brush off your demand and lines his cock at your entrance. You can’t really see it, but you can feel the tip. You just know it’s big. You start getting a little scared.
Without another second wasted, John rams his cock into you. You couldn’t even get a sound to come out of your mouth, you just stiffened up, mouth left open wide, but silent. He was huge. Being the gentleman he was… he gave you a minute to adjust. Although, you weren’t sure you could ever quite get adjusted to this size.
He starts thrusting in and out of you rapidly. Nothing but cries, protests and moans leave your lips. “John- sl-slow down, please!” John couldn’t resist chuckling at your pleas. He thinks to himself how fragile you are, how easy it is to ruin you.
John’s cock was stuffed so deep inside you, he was hitting your cervix. It hurts so much as it’s your first time. You didn’t want to admit it, but you liked the pain.
Your insides clenched tightly around him and you knew he loved it because he would moan everytime he felt it. “You’re so tight, fuck…” He would say after letting out a moan.
The sound of his skin slapping against yours could be heard in his apartment. His neighbours could probably hear your loud moans, but you didn’t care. Everything felt so good. Constantine was holding your wrists with such force, he knew you would wake up with a few bruises.
“You’re going to look so lovely when you’re all marked up as mine.” He smirks.
A weird feeling starts bubbling in your stomach. You feel all warm and giddy. “I- oh, God…” you try to warn him you’re about to climax, but can’t utter a single word from the euphoria you’re feeling. “Don’t stop.” You beg. He loves seeing you so desperate for him. A few seconds later, you feel yourself clench around John’s cock and you felt release. He grunts from how tight you felt.
“Fuck, baby. I’m so close.” He warns. He leans in for a kiss. Kisses were supposed to feel lovely and romantic, why did this one feel so dirty?
Suddenly, you feel him cum inside you. He buries his face in the crook of your neck while still sloppily thrusting inside of you. It felt so intimate. His semen inside you was warm. You didn’t know you’d like the feeling this much. When he pulls out, you feel his cum leaking out of you.
You were exhausted and Constantine noticed that. He lays next to you, holding you in his arms. You couldn’t mutter a single word as you were dozing off. Hoping you wouldn’t remember, John plants a kiss on your forehead and let’s you sleep in his arms.
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before i fall asleep - john constantine - oneshot
synopsis: it’s the day constantine had been ‘given treatment’ from satan himself. constantine can be very toxic, especially when you’re his lover. but, even though he doesn’t say it often at all, he loves you. he really does.
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the day his case was done, his lungs became clear. his wrists were no longer slit, and physical health-wise, he was generally so much healthier than he was before. mental-health wise, not so much. like he always has been. since he was a child.
being his girl was never easy, no, not at all. but you loved him more than anything else you knew. and he loved you, although he never said it.
“john…” he turned to face you. you’d caught him finally picking up his pack of cigarettes again.
“don’t.” he scoffs at your warning.
“baby, i’ll be fine.”
“no you won’t, john. you got fucking cancer because of them.” you got up and easily snatched the one in his hand and the entire pack, and threw them out the apartment window.
“those were expensive.”
“i don’t care, john. i don’t wanna be close to losing you again.” you said, him barely able to hear it since your head was halfway through the window as it poured. he pursed his lips for a second.
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he still remembers that day. the day fucking satan took stones from his lungs before john nearly ascended. the day the strong smell of sulfur and fresh air hit his lungs properly that time. how he had watched a half-breed fall, and how the sky was dark and rain fell upon him once he got out. he remembers sprinting to your apartment in the pouring rain because it was closer than his, and how his younger driver, had died because he followed him. like anyone would try to. it was always his fault.
and when he inched from your apartment door, he knocked. it was late. around midnight. but john didn’t hesitate. he never did. he was no longer afraid. and so you peeped through the eyehole and instantly pulled him by his tie inside.
“why are you so late, and why didn’t you get chas to drive you home?” you sighed as you closed the door behind him. he gulped, making his adam’s apple bob slightly.
“can i tell you this once i get washed and changed?” you pursed your lips, knowing he was soaked and you didn’t want him to spread the water across your floors. you hugged his waist from behind, because if you tried to hug him from his shoulders, you’d need to be way taller.
“of course.” you responded with your cheek flat against his back, walking to stand in front of him and stand on your tiptoes, as he leaned down slightly to kiss you softly. he quickly pulled away and walked to the bathroom, leaving you stood there with your head turned to face him. you sighed and gulped as you heard him undress, and you turned most of the lights on so you could make yourself tea, and you sat in bed shakily in the cold waiting for him.
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“you know i love you.” you mumbled as you closed the window shut and went up to your cold lover who sat manspread. your wrists rested on his shoulders, as your chin did on his head. he brought his hand up to make contact with your hand, and his fingertips to wrist were icy. your muscles tensed lightly. but he still had his poker face on.
“come here, baby.” you had the slightest smile on your face. you knew he could never tell you he loved you too, because his toxic masculinity had fueled him. for years. he knew if he told you he loved you, you’d think he was soft. but he had always given you tender love, especially late at night as he watched you asleep, covered in soft blankets he’d get for you because he knows you like sleeping in his shirt, and his shirt only. it’d get his poor girl cold, although his shirts were always huge on you.
and so you straddled him in his warm lap as he buried your face in kisses, with his hands placed on both sides of your hips. afterwards, he just thought in the pure, deafening silence. like he always did. out of tiredness, your head fell into the crook of his neck as you softly smiled, burrowing yourself there. except this time, he’d whispered something to you. just loud enough so his voice would crack through his chapped lips.
“…i love you too.” tears fell from your usual late-night, puffy eyes. but you didn’t make a sound. neither did john as only a few tears fled from his eyes.
“i’m…sorry i don’t tell you it.” his voice ached. for once, john constantine had found it hard for himself to form and speak words.
“but i do…i really, really do. this once, i - i’ll tell you, i think…i think you’re the love of my life. and i love you, i love you, i love you.” your hands reached for the back of his head, the rest of your arms beneath his underarms. the words he had said rang in your head, in his voice. in the voice of the soul, you both believed, satan had waited for to rise to earth and take for himself.
“you need rest,” john had whispered to you, picking you up bridal-style easily and softly letting you down on the bed.
“not more than you do.” you pulled him in by his shirt, but you weren’t strong enough to pull him into the bed. he scoffed lightly at your attempt.
“fine, move over.” you smiled and felt your trail of tears on your soft skin begin to dry. he climbed beside you into the bed, turning the bedroom light off. you rolled into his chest, where you fell asleep most of the time. his hands caressed the back of your head until he thought you were asleep.
“i love you.” he smiled, for the first time, since a long one.
every night after on, you made sure to keep yourself awake for a few minutes when he thought you were asleep, and it turns out, maybe he does tell you he loves you quite often.
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Can you do an headcanon about the perfect Holiday gift for each Keanu's character,please?
Perfect Holiday gift for each Keanu Reeves' Characters Headcanon (John Wick, Ted Theodore Logan, John Constantine)
A/N: I hope I did this right, and I hope it's good for each character. I love this man so much 😩🤚
John Wick:
John Wick, a man who has experienced so much loss and violence, would appreciate a gift that brings him peace and helps him move on from his past. Given his love for his dogs and his bookbinding hobby, the perfect gift for John Wick would be a beautifully handcrafted leather-bound journal. This journal could be customized with his initials and feature a dog paw print as a symbol of his beloved pets. It would give him a space to reflect on his thoughts and memories, perhaps even use it as a diary to express his feelings and find solace in the written word. Inside the book, you could slip a photo of his beloved late dog, Daisy, as a reminder of his past and the love he still carries with him and a candid picture of him with his new dog.
Ted Theodore Logan (Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure):
Ted is all about the music and has a deep appreciation for classic rock. The perfect holiday gift for Ted could be a vintage, limited-edition electric guitar, perhaps a Fender Stratocaster, in a vibrant and eye-catching color. To make it even more special, it could come with a personalized message like “be excellent to each other and party on dudes!”
John Constantine (Constantine):
John Constantine is known for his supernatural and occult interests. The perfect holiday gift for him would be a unique, ancient grimoire or spellbook that he hasn't encountered in his extensive travels. It could contain rare incantations, spells, and secrets from various mystical traditions. To add a personal touch, a silver amulet with protective symbols, ensuring his safety on his dangerous journeys, would be included as well.
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✦ ⎯⎯ ㅤִㅤ ୭ 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 ( john constantine x reader )
ᨳ ꒰ précis ꒱. You’re powerful witch who finds herself locked away in a secret facility, your powers restrained. John Constantine is tasked with watching over you, but your interactions quickly escalate into a dangerous game of desire and manipulation. 1.6k words
୨ৎ warnings. gagging, blowjob, dark themes, language, manipulation, beat taming, bratty reader, hate to love.
𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, thanks for everyone likes/reblogs/comments on my last fic ! glad to know im doing okay for my first blog, hope you enjoy this oneee 🤍
IN THE DARK CONFINES OF YOUR PRISON, the air hung heavy with tension as Constantine sauntered in, his gaze cold and calculating. You glared at him, your defiance simmering beneath the surface as he lit his cigarette with practiced ease.
“So, still causing trouble, are we?” he sneered, the smoke curling around his lips like a serpent ready to strike.
You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you leaned back against the cold metal of your cage.
You knew the figure, the both of you shared history. Was it something positive? No. Unforgettable? Yes, sadly.
“You’re not one to talk, Constantine. What brings you down to my little corner of hell?”
A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes as he took a step closer, the scent of smoke and whiskey mingling with the heady aroma of magic that permeated the air.
“I’m here to make sure you behave yourself, love. Can’t have you running amok and causing chaos now, can we?”
You bristled at his condescending tone, your hands curling into fists as you fought the urge to lash out.
“Who appointed you my bloody babysitter? Last time I checked, I don’t answer to anyone.”
Constantine chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine.
“Oh, you’ll answer to me, sweetheart. Whether you like it or not.”
He stepped towards a chair and straddled it, his gaze never leaving yours as he exhaled a cloud of smoke.
“Now, let’s get one thing straight. I’m in charge here, and you will do as I say. Understand?”
You bristled at his arrogance, but something in his tone sent a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins.
“I swear to god when I’m out of this cage you won’t be smiling anymore,” You hissed. “So no, I won’t be doing as you say,”
A wicked grin spread across Constantine’s lips as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin.
“Trust me, love, you won’t like the consequences.”
You swallowed hard, the air crackling with tension as you met his gaze head-on.
“Try me, Constantine. I dare you.”
In the tense silence that followed, the air hung heavy with anticipation, each breath a struggle against the suffocating weight of desire and defiance.
Constantine’s eyes bore into yours, a challenge laid bare in their steely depths as he savored the delicious tension that crackled between you.
But you refused to back down, your resolve like iron as you held his gaze, daring him to make the first move.
And oh, how he relished in the challenge, the thrill of the hunt coursing through his veins like a drug.
With a low growl, he closed the distance between you, his presence looming over you like a dark shadow.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, love,” he warned, his voice a low, seductive purr that sent shivers down your spine.
“I can’t believe they had to put you in a secluded prison like this,” he mocked, a slight smile in the corner of his lips as he leaned away, lighting up a cigar.
“You’re still a little baby—sure you’re like, 380 years old or something, but ain’t that barely an adult for a witch?” He’d snark.
"Oh, spare me the sanctimonious crap, Constantine," you retorted, rolling your eyes with exaggerated disdain.
"You act like you're some kind of hero, but we both know you're just a washed-up has-been with a superiority complex. And for the record, I may be centuries old, but I've got more power in my pinky finger than you'll ever have in your entire miserable existence. So don't you dare patronize me with your petty insults and pathetic attempts at wit,”
Constantine chuckled softly, not amused by how bratty and defiant you were from a few simple jokes he had spoke. He sat there, shaking his head.
“Now, either help me bust out of this hellhole or get the hell out of my sight. Your choice, 'babysitter.'" You’d add.
Constantine's smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he took a long drag from his cigar, the smoke swirling lazily around him like a cloak of shadows.
"Touchy, aren't we?" he chuckled, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other with casual arrogance.
"But hey, if you're so eager to prove yourself, by all means, sweetheart," he continued, his voice laced with mockery as he gestured towards the reinforced walls of your prison cell.
"Want me to help you break free from those chains and wreak havoc like the big bad witch you think you are?”
He sighed, pondering his decision.
"But just remember, love," he added, his tone turning serious for a moment as he fixed you with a piercing gaze.
"I’d need something in return."
And with that, he leaned back in his chair, the smirk never leaving his lips as he awaited your next move, knowing full well that this game was far from over.
He unlocked the bars of the cell, closing it behind him as he shuffled the keys to undo your handcuffs, the metal now clanking in the ground as your wrists feel free once more.
Constantine clicked his tongue, gently pressing his hand against your shoulder before you started to stand up.
“You owe me,” He reminded you, your eyes flickering up to meet his brown eyed gaze.
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at Constantine’s demand, wondering if he was serious about this whole debt thing.
“Seriously? Whatever, do you want me to be your sex slave or something?” you quipped, a hint of sarcasm lacing your words as a small chuckle escaped your lips.
Constantine remained silent, his gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. One corner of his lips lifted into a light smirk, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
Narrowing your eyebrows, you suddenly realized that your flippant remark might have hit closer to the mark than you intended.
“It’s nothing big,” Constantine purred, his voice low and seductive. “There’s this motel we can stop by—I just want to see if that bratty mouth can do more than just argue.”
The car ride to the motel was shrouded in darkness, the only illumination coming from the dim glow of the dashboard lights and the occasional flicker of street lamps as they passed by.
The night air was heavy with anticipation, the tension between you and Constantine palpable as you made your way through the deserted streets.
The dingy motel loomed ahead, its neon sign flickering ominously in the darkness. As Constantine pulled into the parking lot, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease wash over you.
With a click of the door, Constantine stepped out of the car, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.
“Come on, love,” he muttered, his voice low and commanding. “Lets put you to good use,”
Heart pounding in your chest, you followed him into the motel room, the air thick with the scent of stale cigarettes and cheap cologne.
The room was small and cramped, the bed unmade and the curtains drawn tightly shut against the outside world.
Without a word, Constantine closed the door behind you, his eyes burning with a hunger that sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through your veins.
“On your knees,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire as he gestured towards the bed.
Trembling with anticipation, you sank to your knees before him, your pulse racing as you met his gaze head-on.
“I fucking hate you,” you whispered, your voice barely a breath as you reached for the zipper of his pants.
With a low growl, Constantine pushed you back onto the bed, his hands gripping your hair as he guided your head towards his throbbing length.
Your tongue slid against the tip, tasting the salty precum that leaked out of the nub.
“That’s it, love,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire as you took him into your mouth, eager to please him in every way possible.
As you surrendered to the intoxicating rhythm of his movements, you couldn’t help but moan around him, the sound sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through his veins.
“That’s right,” he growled, his grip tightening on your hair as he drove himself deeper into your mouth.
As he moved back and forth, his cock continued to hit the back of your throat, each thrust pushing you to the brink of gagging.
With each response, you only whimpered, your eyes locking onto his with a mix of submission and desire. They glowed a bright red, a telltale sign of a flustered witch overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.
“Oh, do you like this?” he mocked, his smirk widening as he increased the pace, his cock sliding between your small, plump lips.
“And here I thought you hated me,” he’d add. A strand of your dress slipped off your shoulder, exposing more of your skin to his hungry gaze.
“I bet this witch would like more than one hole filled,” he laughed, the sound mingling with your muffled moans as he drove himself deeper into your mouth.
His words sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine, your body trembling with desire for more.
“I’m close, baby—stay like that for me,” he huffed, his movements becoming more urgent as he neared the edge of ecstasy.
The sight of you, on your knees before him, your mouth stretched around his twitching cock, was enough to push him over the edge.
And as he reached the peak of pleasure, spilling himself into your eager mouth, you couldn’t help but revel in the intoxicating sensation of him filling you completely.
He leaned back, watching as his hot seed filled your entire mouth, an amused smirk now on his lips.
“You know, you’re really pretty like this.”
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Premise: Part two of Vanquish: A Keanuverse Story. Reader chooses to be the slayer she was always meant to be. Helen has laid dormant in your soul for most of your life, awakening in the past few nights after coming in contact with her true love, John Wick again. Reader decides she must find out what it truly means to just be herself. With the help of some friends, any monster is possible to slay.
Tags: major character death(s). Vampire!John Wick, Slayer!Constantine, Witch!Neo, ???!Ted, supernatural AU, Slayer!Reader, soul connection, reincarnation, blood/violence.
A/N: In this choice, reader finds what she was looking for.
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"I am a Slayer, after all..." You say to Neo, and you feel the something that stirs with in you settle in such a way that you wonder if this is what she's always wanted.
"Are you sure? Once I begin the ritual, I can't undo it." You nod, and Neo sighs, grabbing the spare cigarette behind his ear and lighting it.
The end burns red and he breathes a long pull out.
"Alright, let's begin." He opens his spell book and starts.
You lay in the center of the summoning circle Neo has drawn in white chalk on his concrete floor. It's cold, dirt and grit touch you wherever your skin makes contact with the floor. Your head sits uncomfortably on the hardness of it, and you wish Neo would hurry up.
He's currently annoiting sigils he's drawn, then coming to you and sprinkling herbs and oils around you. You look up at him with wonder and urgency.
"How long is this going to take, Neo?" You whisper, already an hour into this mess and impatient.
"I'm seperating your soul connection to Helen, it's not a simple spell." He says with an eye roll.
You sigh and try to get comfortable, then Neo advises you to stop moving because you're rubbing around the chalk. You just hope this fixes things.
"Alright, were ready to begin." Neo says after another half hour, lighting the last candle that surrounds you.
"What do I need to do?" You ask, unsure of how much work you'll be doing.
"I need you to focus on staying yourself. Which parts of you are truly you, and which parts of Helen you're seperating from." Neo speaks as he looks over a small tome, from which he grabbed the spell from.
"Okay, but how do I know that?" You aren't trying to make this harder, but you also have lived your life as you are for so long. You have no idea how much of you is Helen manifested and how much is truly you.
"You'll have to look inward for that, I'm sorry I don't know an exact answer." He says, and you believe he is truly sorry you're in such a situation. He leans down and takes your hand tenderly.
"You're going to make it through this, one way or another." You nod at his words and you don't know why, but your eyes prickle, tears threatening to fall.
You can't imagine how it will feel to loose such a big part of yourself, it scares you to think who you might be after.
You nod once more, to let Neo know it's time to start, and he gives your hand one final squeeze. You really wish Constantine were here, but you know he wouldn't want you to do something so dangerous. Neo already told you the things that could go wrong if the spell isn't done correctly, and you know if Constantine knew you were planning on doing something that could make you a shell of yourself, he wouldn't allow it.
No, you have to do this alone. You're glad Neo is there to guide you as much as he can, and you suddenly realize how good it is to have such a friend.
He begins to speak, his words in a foreign tongue, and your eyes close. You can feel the energy begin to pulse, and any inklings of doubt you had about Neo being able to perform such a spell vanish. You know, this is it.
Neo takes a lock of your hair he cut earlier, and burns it, dropping it in a bowl filled with other herbs. It burns and the room begins to stink, but you can feel the power growing. You feel a weigh in your chest, and it builds, as if trying to escape your ribcage. You grit your teeth, and try to stay focused on becoming just yourself again. You still have no idea who that is, but you start to think of Constantine once more and the entity inside you pulls again.
You think about all the times you've tried to make something happen between you too, but no matter what something was stopping you. And you realize that Helen never stopped loving John, there was no way you were ever going to love someone else when she was inside you. You think of all the ways Constantine makes you feel, and you realize that those feelings of love for him, are your true feelings, the kind only you can make.
You think of when you two first met, and how nervous you were around him, but still giggling like a school girl despite yourself. You think of all the times you've leaned into him, and how the something that stops you was never happy about it. Constantine and you have always been an almost, a could be, a wish that hadn't come true yet.
You focus on that feeling of love you have for that grumpy asshole, and Neo's voice rises. He burns the photograph of Helen and you feel the power in your chest reel, lurching and trying to be set free. This is what she wants too.
You feel yourself spiralling downward, away from it, the connection between you and Helen growing thinner and thinner as you think more about the life you've lived, and all the friends you've made along the way. There's no way that any of that wasn't your true self. That nights spent with Ted on the couch, laughing until the sun comes up, was always you. That the teasing between you and Neo, so easy and light, was always you. That want between you and Constantine. Even now, it's you who desperately wants him here, holding your hand through this. It's what YOU truly want. No one else. Just you.
And as you dig deeper into that, you feel the pain of losing a part of your soul. You try not to cry out, but the muffled yell escapes your trembling lips. You feel as if a part of your heart is dying, getting ripped out and taken from you. But you know, deep down, Helen wouldn't want you to be with John anyways. He's lost his love, kindness, tenderness from being bitter over her death for all these years.
No, you must separate, you must set Helen's soul free.
"End the cycle..." you hear it. Her voice whispering in your head.
And your jaw sets, teeth biting into teeth, and you take the pain, your screams gutteral and whining, body beginning to writhe as Neo continues the spell, knowing he cannot stop in the middle of it.
You feel your soul being torn apart and all you can think about are the people you love, the people you stay on this earth for, and somehow, you make it through.
Sweat clings to your face and body, and as you open your eyes you see yourself, transparent and floating above you. But you know it's not really you. You watch and Helen seems more peaceful than ever, her soul fading into the abyss. The magic dwindles down and finally after Neo says the final closing words to the ritual, and it's over.
You lay there, exhausted, and Neo comes to your side, and you barely hear what he's saying to you. You feel more hollow, less full and terrified. You have a numbness in your chest, but you also feel as if you can finally breathe after not being able to on your own for so long.
"You did great, I didn't know what would happen, but you made it!" Neo speaks kind words to you, slowly helping you sit up and rubbing your back as you do.
Your stomach clenches as you finally sit. The world seems so different now that you're looking through your fresh pair of eyes, and you stay there, still as Neo dabs your sweaty face kindly with a cloth.
"This should be enough to get him to stop hunting you, now that he can't find Helen's soul within you..." You nod as Neo talks and finally stand up after a while.
Neo takes you out of the summoning circle, letting you lean into him when you need. You sit on the edge of his bed and he leaves for a moment, returning with a small glass of water.
"Here," he says, and you don't realize how dry your mouth is until you take your first sip, happy to be in Neo's care.
"What if he keeps coming..." You whisper out finally.
"Then we kill him." Neo looks at you, and you can see in his eyes that it's true, he really does believe you can defeat this one way or another.
The someone knocks on the door to Neo's apartment, bangs really, and Neo leaves your side to open it.
It's Constantine, he's sweaty and looks worried. He rushes to your side, taking your hand and holding it in his.
"I felt," he speaks, his mouth open to search for the right thing to say. "I knew something was wrong..."
His Slayer abilities are more honed than yours but you wonder if the connection between you two goes deeper than that.
"How...?" You say, but Constantine puts his forehead to yours, and you close your eyes, feeling something between you two.
It feels as if the block between you and him has faded into nothing but scarred tissue. The connection is starting to truly flow for the first time, and it buzzes through your body.
"It's like..." Constantine whispers out. "A sudden weight was lifted, and I could finally feel you..."
You wonder if Helen's soul had been blocking this connection between you two, but you don't know if you'll ever know. All you do know is that he's here for you, and that's what you've always wanted.
Constantine moves and wraps his arms around you tightly, his hug warm and deep.
"Don't you dare scare me like that again." He whispers into your neck, and you nod, tears welling up.
"It's over now, I think..." You whisper back, and Constantine holds you as if he is afraid of letting you go.
"I'll make sure it is..." Constantine mumbles, the anger in his voice clear. For a second you're not sure if you heard him right or not.
You don't want Constantine hunting the vampire down if John is truly no longer interested in you. You don't feel like arguing now though, you're way too tired for all of that. Instead, you let Constantine and Neo take you home, both helping to carry you back.
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It's been a few days, but Constantine hasn't left your side. He doesn't say much, as usual, but with the newfound connection between you two, he doesn't need to.
You begin to feel a bit better, the time after the soul seperation made you so weak. It was truly as if you recovering from some illness or injury. You suppose you were though, having soul surgery was no little task, as Neo later said.
Neo as well was there to support you, not always, but he often went out and got the things you and Constantine needed. He would stop and assess how you were doing as well, looking over your aura and making sure you were healing properly.
Ted has been out the whole time, and as the days go on you wonder where he's at. It wasn't uncommon for him to spend a few days a month just at Bill's place, but usually you would have seen him by now...
Tonight, you and Constantine sit on the couch, enjoying one of your favorite movies while he reminds you to drink more water every 15 minutes. You humor him, and let Nurse Constantine prescribe anything he deems necessary. Through your connection, you can feel how worried he is, so you don't want to add to it at all.
You haven't had any nightmares since the soul severance as well. In fact, you've had no dreams at all, and that's just fine with you. You wouldn't care if you ever dreamed again if it meant all that was over.
You gaze out the window by your couch, the full moon casting her loving gaze on the city. You feel the wind stir outside and you wonder what's next for you. You consider how much more slaying you really want to do, but you also know the need is in your blood. It's what you're made for, trained for. You aren't sure if you could ever give it up, but you also love how domestic and calm things have been the past few days. You glance to Constantine and see him for once, almost relaxed next to you, his arm gently and warmly around your shoulder.
Neo knocks at the door, and you can tell because Constantine has been training you to recognize energies better. You get ready to lift yourself from the couch to get the door, but Constantine is already getting it, not wanting you to lift a finger until you're better.
"I'm fine! Really!" You call out to him, and he shakes his head.
"Neo said it takes at least a week until you're fully better, it's only been three days." He grumbles back to you and opens the door.
What neither of you sensed or expected was what was behind that door.
Neo was there, yes, but behind him, claws dug into Neo's throat, was the vampire. Constantine immediately growls and wants to charge him, but it's clear that John will rip out Neo's throat if he does.
"Drop him!" Constantine barks, and you feel as if this is a dream.
"No, you're not supposed to..." You whisper out, slowly rising from the couch, still in some pain.
"Did you really think I wouldn't come back for a taste of that sweet blood of yours?" The vampire hisses at you, ignoring Constantine completely.
"You really shouldn't have done that, my sweet." John cackles. "Now that you've severed yourself from my past love, there's nothing stopping me from draining you dry."
Your body chills at his words, but you have to do something or else he may just kill the people closest to you. You step forward once more and you watch as John holds out his free hand to you, beckoning you to come to him.
"No! I'm not letting you go with him!" Constantine growls out and holds up a protective arm in front of you, trying to stop you from going.
"I'm not going to let him hurt my friends." You say this and know how true this statement is in your soul. You would rather sacrifice yourself than allow Neo or Constantine die trying to save you.
"That's right, my pretty little slayer...I will let your friends go in exchange for you." The vampire confirms with a sickening grin, fangs showing.
As you get closer, the vampire slowly lessens his grip on Neo. John gets more distracted by you coming near, obviously hungry and anger clouding his mind. You can feel Constantine planning something, and you want to call out to him to stop, but before you can, he has rushed the vampire just as you come to meet John's hand.
John's claw grazes Neo's throat, blood slipping from the shallow wound, but he also looses his grip on him. Neo scrambles away, into the apartment, and Constantine rolls on the ground with the vampire in the hallway. You immediately search for anything to help, and spot Constantine's slayer gear near the door.
You grab two stakes and run into the hallway, watching as the vampire begins to over power Constantine. You're screaming and you don't even know for what, but you run, stakes in hand, ready to kill. Just as you're about the strike, John turns, seeing you and using his arm to throw you back, against the wall. You hit it, your head bouncing off with a thud, and your visual blackens.
You see the fuzzy images of the vampire on top of Constantine, his claw coming down in a long gash against his chest. Neo is in the doorway, holding his neck and fumbling with something to try to help, but he was never made to be killing creatures like this. You see the fear in your friends eye, and hear the screams of your love as the vampire descends into the killing blow.
You struggle to attempt to get up, your head pounding, body still weak and recovering, when you hear it. A pounding down the hall. The sound of some great beasts coming your direction. You stare up in shock and awe as two furry creatures jump over you, straight for the vampire. You watch as what looks like giant wolves grip the vampire's arms in their teeth, dragging him off of Constantine. They snarl and growl, and you find yourself on your feet again, gripping the stake you could hold onto and walking towards the vampire.
All that rage, all that fury, it builds inside of you. You feel it moving off you in hot waves, especially as you see Constantine, halfway torn, and you don't know when you start screaming, but you do.
You move faster, the pain moved aside for anger and adrenaline. You watch as the wolves are practically playing tug of war with the vampire, but you know even ripped to shreds that's not how you kill him. The wolves seem to sense your plan and hold the writhing, spitting creature as you do what you should have done that first night.
You watch as the vampire looks you dead in your eyes, that redness showing only evil and hatred, and you raise the stake.
"I'm not letting you get another chance to kill my friends." You say plainly, and the vampire laughs, which only pisses you off more.
You don't wait for him to say some stupid line, his mouth opening to attempt something along those lines. No, you've heard enough.
You drive the stake down, through his heart, and he screams out, shaking and sputtering. The wolves drop his arms from their mouths and the vampire bursts into flames, thrashing until he's burned out into a pile of ash.
You stand there, the carnage before you, the mess of your apartment hall, and you feel your knees weaken. You know you're not done yet, you turn to Constantine, and see Neo is already at his side, dripping some sort of liquid from a vial into his wounds, and speaking a spell.
You rush to his side, falling next to him and holding his hand.
"I'm so sorry..." Is all you can say, tears streaming down your face.
You watch as Constantine tries to keep breathing, in and out, the pain obviously immense. His wounds begin to glow as Neo continues and you lean forward, kissing Constantine's forehead and murmuring words of encouragement to get through this. You can sense how much it helps, and you continue.
"I'm not going to let you die on me now, not after everything." You say to him, your hand gripping his, your tears falling on his face where yours is so close.
"You wish, Princess." He finally sputters out, and with that signature sarcasm of his, you know he'll be alright.
The spell finishes, and Constantine's wounds are closed, blood and rips in his shirt still evident.
"He'll live, but it looks like both of you will need to take it easy for a while." Neo says, and you see he's also healed his own neck where he was knicked.
You reach over Constantine's body and pull Neo into a deep hug.
"Where would we be with out you..." You give him a long squeeze and he laughs.
"Dead. Probably." He says with a wheeze from how hard you've hugged him. You let him go, and smile, happy that you have the type of support you do here.
Just as you're starting to help Constantine sit up, carefully, you see two people walking up to your little scene.
"That was like, so totally awesome, dude!" You hear that familiar voice and look up in surprise.
It's Ted! And he's stark naked next to an equally as naked Bill, neither really finding it important to cover up.
"What! You didn't tell me..." You start, confusion and awe sweeping away your words.
"That we were like, kinda cool and rad werewolves?" Bill answers with a chuckle and Ted high fives him.
"Yeah, we didn't think you needed more supe's in your roster, babe!" Ted replies with his signature goofy grin.
They both lean down and help you and Neo carefully move Constantine inside, setting him carefully on the couch. You all manage, despite a few groans and coughs from Constantine along the way.
You stay by his side while Bill and Ted leave to get dressed, and Neo says he's running to the bathroom to clean the blood from his neck. You look down at Constantine who looks up at you through tired eyes.
"Guess it's you who needed the saving this time," you say, teasing him just a little despite the small tears that still fall gently down your cheeks.
"Guess I did..." He says and his arm reaches up, softly cradling the back of your head and pulling you in.
Your breath is stolen as he kisses you for the first time, tasting of blood and sweat. You don't even care, you kiss him back, hard. You've been waiting for this for so long now, and you're not going to let it go. You move your lips against his with so much want, and he returns the feeling fully, the connection between you two pulsing with love. You know now that you two can make it through anything, and you have never felt more capable, in love, or safe by those around you.
You know that despite everything, you truly are a slayer, and with those you love by your side, you need not worry about the future.
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Quizzical | John Constantine x gn!reader
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↳ ❝ Hi, I hope it's not too late to request John Constantine with the prompt "It must be magic, how inside your eyes, I see my destiny" of your list? ❞
: ̗̀➛ However he does it is a mystery, but John always finds a way to surprise you.
: ̗̀➛ swearing, VERY VERY mild sex references
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Stretching out on your sofa, John made himself more than at home; his shoes were chucked aside somewhere between the fireplace and the sofa, and his coat had long been tossed to the floor somewhere he didn’t actually care to look.
His tie was completely undone, sitting open against his off-white shirt as he watched you go about picking his things up and putting them away properly; he smiled, tilting his head to the side and watching you curiously.
Of all the beings in the world that he had been with, John kept finding himself coming back to you every single time; he thought at first that maybe it was just the overnight stays, but he soon pushed that aside when he realised that it was something else.
No, you were different. Maybe it was the fact that you didn’t pry, or that you understood almost completely what it was like for him; maybe it was just the fact that you were more open and more accepting and welcoming of him than anybody else in the world.
He put his feet up, relaxing and closing his eyes as he yawned softly; a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth for just a moment too long that you noticed, smacking his ankle to grab his attention.
“Oi! If you’re gonna sit there like bloody King Shit of Dung Manner, least you could do is go and make a fuckin’ butty, would ya?”
John grinned, spreading his legs so that one slipped off of the sofa, giving you more than enough room to sit between his legs as he looked you up and down eagerly. “Now why would I do that, eh?”
You wanted to roll your eyes and to chastise him for not doing anything for you while you were expected to clean up after him, but you could only sigh as you raked a hand down your face and shrugged. “Maybe because I have to put up with Bruce Wayne every fucking day?”
“You wanted the job,” he pointed out. “If you didn’t wanna be his assistant, you wouldn’t’ve taken the job. You said so yourself that you was happy enough working as his social whatever manager.”
“Social media manager,” you huffed. “And I was! I really was! But the money is better, and the hours are… less demanding.”
“So don’t complain,” John chuckled, lying back with a smug hum. “I might be your boyfriend, but I’m not your fuckin’ job advisor.”
You paused, stunned for a moment as you looked at him quizzically; he had never used that word before, and you were almost certain that being your actual boyfriend was not something that he would have ever wanted.
He was John Constantine, for crying out loud - he didn’t do relationships. But when you didn’t answer for far too long for his comfort, he raised a brow, looking at you like he was expecting you to say something and he was hooked on every little noise you would make until you spoke.
“What?” He asked, furrowing his brows. “Cat your bleeding tongue?”
You shook your head, trying to come to your senses as you sighed and attempted to put the words completely together for once. “No, just… you never said that you were my boyfriend before… and I never thought that’s what you… what you wanted.”
John didn’t seem phased as he gestured at the room around him. “Well, what’d you call the bloke who sleeps with you nearly every night, constantly calls, and is always hanging around?”
“I… I dunno,” you whispered softly. “I guess I just never… never really thought about it because you didn’t bring it up or nothing…”
He hummed, squirming to sit upright before leaning back slightly and resting on his arm. “Well, we’re talking about it now, ain’t we?”
“Yeah, I guess,” you murmured. “Is that… is that what you want? To be my boyfriend, I mean, is that what you want?”
He nodded. “I wouldn’t’ve said it if I didn’t mean it.”
You nodded back, chewing at the inside of your lip. “So it’s settled, then… now, go make me a sandwich, yeah?”
John rolled his eyes as he moved to get off of the sofa, but he paused to quickly press a soft kiss to your lips before he moved away; you almost missed his presence when he wandered into the kitchen, but you couldn’t deny that there was something… off about the way he kissed you.
It wasn’t hungry and harsh like it usually was, and it wasn’t filled with heat and neediness like normal. It was sweet and soft, and chaste and unexpecting.
You chewed at the inside of your lip, thinking about what it could have possibly meant; of course, you knew that you would probably have to let Bruce down from now on, as he often took you with him as his plus one to events and galas and such - but now you would probably have to tell him that you couldn’t do that, as you were with John and you didn’t want him to think that you and Bruce were a couple.
“Alright,” John announced as he sauntered back in, wiping his hands on his shirt. “I got the cheese on toast going at the moment, I’ll chuck some jam on it once it’s done.”
You hummed as you looked at him, almost shocked. “Yeah, yeah, thank you.”
“You alright?” He asked, furrowing his brows as he came to sit beside you.
“Just thinking,” you told him softly, dismissively shaking your head. “Y’know, I’m probably gonna have to tell Bruce, I mean-”
“You’ve been going out with him to all that fancy shit for yonks and I’ve never gotten jealous before,” he pointed out. “Don’t intend to, either. Trust me, it must be magic, how inside your eyes, I see my destiny - and it must be magic if Bruce Wayne ever thinks he’s gonna get in your trousers.”
You laughed quite loudly, playfully shoving him. “You’re an ass!”
“Meh,” he slung his arm around your shoulders. “You love me.”
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John Constantine x Batfam!Reader
A/N: somebody tell me why the only cartoon john constantine gifs i could find were this one AND THE KING SHARK ONE 😭😭 bloody hilarious man. anyways, this is for the anon who asked for john x batfam reader recs and i found tumblr LACKING. here u go ladies and germs. Gender-neutral reader, no physical attributes included, they/them pronouns.
also, john is like ?? old asf ?? so let's just say he's a solid 32 and reader is 27. for context, dick is 28 and Jason is 24, tim case duke and steph are like 17-19, damian is 14. and Bruce is somewhere around 50. btw not proofread.
soz for the long a/n, thank u for reading and enjoy!!
KEEP READING (im on mobile and it's not working so ill add it in later)
How did it come to this?
It had been torturous enough working with your family and John Constantine, but now you were sure he was trying to tease you.
Batman didn't like calling him for cases involving magic, he'd much prefer Zatanna, but she was away for whatever reason and there was no time to waste waiting for her to get back from god-knows-where.
But you guarantee you were more annoyed by John's presence. Merely seeing him pissed you off, and his laidback, flirty nature made it all the worse.
And no, it wasn't because you hated him. In fact, it was the complete opposite.
Sneaking around behind your family's back to see your Romeo was a chore, and not something you had the liberty of doing often with your myriad of vigilante duties and commitments to adult life. Visiting John and spending time with him was rare and something you treasured. Whether it be in some nostalgia-ridden English pub, staying at his house that still didn't quite make sense to you, or going on regular dates that you planned like restaurants and carnivals, you and John had the time of your lives. And after all the adventures you had been on, he finally admitted that he loved you, just as you had admitted it before.
But loving John Constantine was no simple feat. It came with challenges like murderous monsters, various being from Hell, and most recently, your family.
You knew Bruce would be less than approving. He knew how much of a troublemaker John was, and his self-proclaimed bastard status did not help. Bruce knew he was trouble, and frankly, so did you, but he was too sweet and loving in the end for you to care. He was more than some troubled magician with alcoholism issues, severe gambling debt and the ability to fuck a shark. He was also probably the sweetest guy you had met and he cherished you, showering you in unconditional love, as uncharacteristic as it seemed.
Which is why this particular case was so difficult. While John took every opportunity to flirt with you, you had to refuse every advance and bury the urge to grab him by the collar his stupidly overused coat and kiss him silly. But no, one of your siblings or Bruce was around at every given moment. Alfred had already known you and John were a thing and promised to keep things quiet.
"Are you listening, love?" John asked, specifically looking at you. You felt singled out between Damian and Stephanie, as they, Bruce, and a few of your other siblings stared at you in confusion. You had been listening, briefly, but couldn't for the life of you remember what John had said. It's not like it mattered, this was just John wrapping things up. The case was virtually over.
"Don't call me that," you hardened your gaze instead of smiling and swooning as you normally would when he looked at you with the same intensity as he was now. The subtle changes in your mannerisms towards each other had miraculously not been noticed by the others.
"That's not an answer, love," oh he just loved pissing you off, didn't he? When all this was over you were sure you would make sure he paid for his actions.
"Yeah, I was listening," you folded your arms as he narrowed his eyes at you.
"Y'know what? I don't think you were. You've been giving me attitude this entire case, and frankly, I'm done with it," John shot back with a smirk.
"Excuse me?" I asked, wondering where the hell he was going with this.
"Excuse us, is more like it. You can finish things up here, Bats, I'm sure. I'd like to have a word with them, if you don't mind," John began to walk towards you.
"I don't see how this is important to--"
"Great! We'll only be a moment, just carry on with the debrief," John placed a hand on your lower back, escorting you out of the batcave and upstairs to your room. You saw Dick and Cass along the way, starting at you two oddly but John just smiled and ushered you into the room.
"John, what the hell do you think you're do--!" he cut you off by pinning you to the wall and pressing his lip to yours, pulling away with a boyish grin.
"Oh, I have missed you, love," he smiled, about to dive back in but you pushed him back.
"John, you can't just pull me out of a debrief to make out--"
"We're gonna be doing a lot more than make out, sweetheart," he said, grabbing your hips with both hands. You rolled your eyes slightly before placing one hand on his waist and the other on the side of his neck, quickly flipping him around so he's against the wall. You grin a little at his flustered state.
"We're gonna get caught, hon, please don't do this. I love you but it hasn't even been that long--"
"Seconds without you are too long, sweetheart," he replied, and you chuckled.
"That's very sweet, J, but if you keep this up I'm not gonna be able to control myself. Bruce will kill me, and then wait until the others find out--"
"Too late," Damian stood in the doorway of your bedroom and you nearly jumped out of you skin.
"What sorcery is this, Constantine? What have you done to them?" Damian produced a dagger out of seemingly nowhere and you sighed.
"Dames--"
"What? I'm sorry, (Y/N), but I can't trust your words--"
"Damian, he didn't do anything. No magic, no tricks, nothing. We've been seeing each other for a while," Damian continues to stare at you, not believing you. You sighed, walking up to him and ruffling his hair, "I promise, Dames. John hasn't enchanted me or anything, I just-- I'm in love with him," you finished, staring back at John. Damian looked between you and him before sighing.
"You're really in love with him? Him, of all people? You know how badly Raven speaks of him," Damian folded his arms.
"Raven? She talks about me behind my back? Bloody hell, I'll be having words with her--"
"John,"
"Right! Yes, uhm, Damian, I swear I haven't cursed them to fall in love with me. Really, it's a miracle they love me at all--"
"Don't say that," you smiled.
"What? Its true! And if you're worried about me hurting them or something, you shouldn't be. I'd rather kiss Nergal than even try hurting them," John rolled his eyes.
"And you know I'd kick his ass if he tried anything, Dames," you smirked.
"Well, I just might enjoy that, love--"
"Fucking hell, John, he's fourteen!" you covered Damian's ears as John laughed loudly. Damian eventually swatted your hands away and glared at John again.
"I really do love him, Dames. And nothing you say is gonna change that. We've been dating for almost a year and I still love him, so clearly that counts for something," you assured him.
John bent down slightly to be eye-to-eye with Damian, "I would never do anything to harm them, squire. And I can't get rid of 'em, even if I wanted to," John chuckled.
"You know you love me," you grinned.
"Yeah, I do," John replied, sincerely, making you tense up.
"Fine, I approve," Damian said decisively.
"No one needed your approval, Dames, but thank you," you chuckled, pressing a kiss to John's cheek, "now, just please don't tell Bruce about this--"
"I already know," Bruce, now in casual clothes instead of his suit, rounded the corner and stood next to Damian as you blinked in disbelief.
"Are you kidding me? No, don't tell me--" you peeked out of your room with John to see pretty much the rest of the family was listening. You sighed dragging a hand down your face as John chuckled nervously.
"Bollocks,"
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John Constantine , with. S/o
John accidentally met S/o while hunting a demon who possessed a young girl
S/o being a detective? They’re relationships is like cat and mouse
John likes to be cuffed sometimes . And say he’s the one cuffing you
John uses his magic to spice stuff out
You love your gremlin boyfriend
John would kill for you , no literally he will set anyone on fire .
He uses his scary police gf /bf to get out of speeding ticket
John loves to cuddle you
S/o plus size he reassures them they are beautiful and plus more for him
John have s/o with a disability . He’ll make you feel like the only girl-in the world
S/o has a disorder , he makes sure your okay 24/7
S/o has social anxiety join is their if you get overwhelmed
He’ll apologies with roses and chocolate when you guys get in a fight
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do you ever just think about how constantine is just so.. big.
like that white shirt she’s wearing? that’s literally his clothes and it’s fucking HUGE on her.
he is just so big and tall and huge. he towers over you so much, teases you about it so much. he is mean.
and his height isn’t the only thing that’s huge on him !! no !! never. there’s more !!
his cock is fucking huge. i’m talking about humongous. fat. hefty. HULK-LIKE. don’t care how cringy that sounded, but when i tell you his dick is huge, his dick is HUGE.
you couldn’t even take the half of it when you first had sex. john had the mere head in and you were begging him to stop and trying to push him away. but of course, even that didn’t stop him from forcing his cock into your tight little cunt.
you screamed. scratched his back with your nails until it bled as his balls slammed against your ass. you felt so fucking full and it hurt.
oh, it fucking hurt so bad you were shaking. your poor little pussy abused and stretched to her limit :( but too fucking bad constantine is enjoying every single second of it.
“i could fuck this tight little pussy all day, bun. mold it for my cock, make you my pretty cocksleeve who knows nothing but to cry and beg.” he whispered harshly, fucking you harder, not giving you time to adjust. you were sobbing hysterically, body shaking, pussy already sore and red. “so fucking dumb, can’t even form basic words out of your pretty mouth. is my cock too big for you, bun? is that it? your mind so full of my cock that you can’t think straight?”
you could only sniffle loudly, shaking your head, wanting it all to stop, but really, your cunt is just asking for it. constantine could see the outline of his cock on your stomach, so fucking big and huge, and it’s stretching you so much.
“look at that, bun. look how your god is just ruining your insides,” john sneered, wrapping a large hand around your throat but not quite squeezing yet. “who’s your god, pretty little bun? who do you serve again?”
“y-you.. m-my god,” you sobbed, gripping his wrist tightly as you felt your pussy clenching around his fat cock. “god, please, s-stop – i feel s-so full – i feel so full, y-you’re too big –”
“we’re barely even halfway through the night, bun. your god has so many things planned out for his little bunny, so be a good girl and fucking take my cock because this is the closest thing you’ll ever have of blessing.”
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Heatwave.
John Constantine.
The last few days have been hot and sunny, you’ve been begging John, your boyfriend, to take you to the beach, but he would just dismiss it saying he was too busy working. After a couple times of you bugging him about it, he finally agreed.
It’s now Thursday, 7am. You have been awake for 15 minutes now, just preparing your bag. You being too indecisive, you decide to let John pick out your swimsuit. “John? Wake up, babe.” You slightly nudge his sleeping body. He groans and turns his body away from you. You know he hates being up early, but he promised. Suddenly, an idea pops in your head. You take your top off, leaving you in only panties and pj shorts. You get on top of him, take his much larger hands in yours placing them on your thighs, which are now on either side of his body. You know he’s awake when you feel his hands tighten around your thighs.
“You sure you want to do this?” He asks in a low, almost warning tone. You lower your face closer to his, give him a quick small peck on the side of his face. “If it’s the only way to get you to wake up, then yes.” You softly speak. You can feel a bulge growing in his pants. His hands sneak around your waist, holding you tight as he pulls himself up. You bite your lips once you see him eyeing your body so hungrily. He finally puts his lips on yours. John’s hands roam all around your body, leaving small slaps on your thighs from time to time.
You pull away, pushing yourself a bit further away in his lap. Your hands reach the hem of his shirt, pulling it off him. Biting your bottom lip, you take a moment to stare at his shirtless body for a few seconds. Your right hand slides inside his pants, you slowly start stroking his member. He couldn’t stop himself from thrusting his hips into your hand, feeling too needy. You giggle at his impatience and start to pump faster, feeling proud of yourself every time you would hear him grunt.
John abruptly stops you by taking your hand in his. You look up at him, confused. “I want to finish inside you, baby.” He states, noticing your confused face. Your body warms up, your face turns red. He pulls you off him and lays you on the bed, then takes your shorts and panties off. He gets up to fully take his own pants off this time. Your legs are held apart by his big hands, he couldn’t stop admiring your naked body. Out of neediness, your left hand slides down from your breast to your thigh and slowly starts squeezing it, your right hand playing with your breast. John knows you’re growing impatient, he just likes making you wait.
After what seemed like hours, he kneels on the bed and places his cock right at your entrance. “Fuck- you’re so wet, baby.” He says, slightly chuckling under his breath. You turn your face to the side, a little bit embarrassed and flushed at the same time. His hand grabs you by the chin, making you face him. “Nuh-uh, sweetheart. I want you to watch me ruin your pretty cunt.” He whispers, letting go of your chin.
John’s hand is back on your thigh, now both his hands holding them apart. You can feel the tip of his cock on your cunt which just makes you huff in annoyance. Understanding you, he wastes no other second and pushes the tip in. Your back arches, a silent gasp leaves your mouth ajar. You never truly get used to how big he is. Your tight cunt couldn't take him all in at once, so he forces himself into you. John hears his lover cry out in pain and brings his hand to stroke her hair. "Shh, pretty baby. It's okay." He comforts you, still stroking your hair. Tears form in your eyes, your nails digging into his biceps, leaving marks. Constantine, being the gentleman he is, gives you a minute to adjust before pulling himself out and aggressively plunging back inside you, hitting your cervix. Cries and moans of pain and pleasure escaped your lips. He's now rapidly thrusting in and out of you. All that could be heard in his appartment were grunts, curses and moans coming from him or cries, whimpers and moans coming from you.You could feel your climax approaching. The pleasure being too overwhelming, your fingers tug on his hair and your nails roughen up his back a little. John enjoys your rough side more than you think, the pain excites him a lot. He feels your walls clench tight around him as you tug on his hair a little harder. He understands you're close. "J-john- I'm going= to c-cum." You allow yourself to express in-between moans. "Fuck. I know, baby, me too. Let's finish together." He says, kissing the side of your neck. His thrusts get a little sloppy and your hands fall to your side. John is muttering curses and unholy words under his breath masking them by grunts or groans. His left hand holding him up, giving your breasts hard slaps with his right one. As you feel yourself reach an intense climax, seeing stars, you feel his warm semen shoot inside you which only made your climax feel much, much better.
Still softy and slowly thrusting in and out of you, he lowers himself on your body, hands barely holding him up as they were shaky. You throw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. You weren't sure how he found the energy to fuck you so hard and passionately as soon as you woke up, but you surely weren't about to complain. "Do you still want to go to the beach?" He asks, pulling himself off you and laying next to you. You know he's looking for reasons to stay in and do nothing all day, but you wouldn't let him have it his way. John puts his arms around you and pulls you to your side, still in his hold "Yes, please. Then I'll go with you to your stupid, stinky bar." You answer softy with puppy eyes, hoping it would convince him.
"Let's go shower, then." He finally gives in.
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࿓ into the sinner’s arms. - john constantine.
tw: religious aspects, smoking, smut (oral (f receiving) and unprotected p in v) wrap it before ya tap it !!, language and degradation, age gap (reader is around 23 and john is 41). i think that’s all :3
no use of y/n ! ^^
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you were known. you were well. you were aware of everything and you were loyal to your creator. you were known by friends and family that you were a good angel, until that was all crushed when you had met john constantine.
constantine, you would say, was exactly your type. with big brown puppy eyes, slightly deep voice, and he was just dapper-looking in general. but you knew, oh, every ‘half-breed’ knew that he was the one soul satan would come to collect for himself. and of course you couldn’t help but fall in love with him.
you were a good girl. he was a sinner. it wouldn’t work out. but the way the air thickened every time you two had met said otherwise. you’d give each other glances from across the room, him with a grin on his lips that almost always held a cigarette between them, and you, with your flustered face and fidgeting.
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tonight was another one of those nights you would have to face him. most of the time you met, it was at midnite’s bar, but this time, it was a different situation. it seemed he had just finished yet another exorcism, and went on a smoke break outside.
“fuck,” you whispered underneath your breath as you saw him walk out of the apartment. you attempted to just blend in, sitting on the bench, but he always recognized you. he’d always spot your pretty wings and eyes. you just looked down to distract yourself with your coffee cup. but you begin to hear footsteps, and you see his leather shoes in front of you. you had no choice but to look up.
“what do you want, constantine?” you mumble. he doesn’t respond for a few seconds, sighing as he sits down next to you,
“you’re one to talk. you’re always eye-fucking me.” he said casually before putting another cigarette between his plush lips, cracking the lighter open. you blushed, trying to resist him. refuse him. you’re speechless, because you knew it was the truth. you rested your back against the metal bench, looking over your left shoulder so you don’t have to worry about talking.
“yeah, got nothing to say anymore now, do you?” he cackles lightly, pissing you off even more. you just let out a loud exhale.
“j-just shut up…”
“whatever, half-breed.” you gulped as you felt your panties dampen at all of his degrading words. he noticed, looking at you whilst furrowing his brows.
“listen, we both know we should be together.” he broke the silent atmosphere, and the sound of his thoughts shouldn’t have, but they interested you. so you look back at him.
“well, we both know i’d destroy my good reputation because you’re the soul satan wants to take for himself, john.”
“stop caring so much about it.”
“i can’t, it’s my whole life…my whole family would hate me, john!”
“so what? i want you, you want me, and god you’re obvious about it, who gives a fuck anymore?”
lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.
lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.
for fuck’s sake, you can’t take it anymore.
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it was late at night when john took you to his apartment, locking the door, laying you down on his bed and climbing on top of you immediately.
your lips connected, and god, it felt good to finally let go. you felt as if you were sinking into the kiss and like your creator was watching you, right there, disappointed. but sadly, in your thoughts, maybe john was right. maybe it’s best to just let go and accept your fate.
“let me take care of you.” john muttered into the nape of your neck, beginning to kiss and suck on it, leaving a trail of few marks behind. you gave him a slight tug at his tie, pulling him in. closer. you were needier than you should be, with your cunt already extremely soaked. he was right. god, he was so right.
“i want you, you want me.” but you didn’t.
because you needed him.
he slid his tongue slowly from your collarbone to your earlobe, pushing you to moan and have your hand fly to try and shut you up.
“i’m gonna help you. fuck, you deserve it.” he whispered into your ear breathily, his hand massaging your still clothed breasts. drool glistened against your bruised neck once he was done with marking you, dragging his arms along your body before hiking your dress’ skirt up, glaring at your black panties.
“spread for me.” he saw your panties barely even covering your pussy, the band only covering your clit. you winced when he took them down your clean-shaven and cold legs, finally being able to see you properly.
“john…”
“you’re beautiful,” he paused.
“i’m keeping these.” he lifted your pair of panties to show you before throwing his arm behind him so they landed perfectly on top of his small wardrobe. his cold hands then shocked your warm skin, of your hips, and glided along your plush inner thighs. he leaned closer, suckling and biting at the flesh. you gasped almost each time, and it led to him fucking your poor, swollen cunt with his tongue. he teased you, nipped at you, made you feel…relaxed. safe. something you almost never felt. your fingers were tangled in his smooth, dark hair, pulling him up so that he could face you.
the eye contact you both shared made you break almost each time. crack, each time. until he had corrupted you. you were his. only his, and he knew it. but this time, the eye contact didn’t feel strange, and instead felt beautiful. like he was staring right into your soul, collecting every bit of information he could find inside your eyes and soul. feeling so many emotions at once, and you did, too. at last, you shut your eyes, kissing him once again. but this time, it was slow, intimate, daring…a feeling that was peculiarly indescribable. possibly, nirvana.
you don’t know how or when he had discreetly stripped down his dress pants, oh but god, it felt so great to see his length. he was fucking huge.
“are you sure it’ll fit?”
“i’ll make it fit, angel.” you thought you’d faint as soon as you heard the nickname. you had almost forgotten that you’d delved straight into the sinner’s arms.
he forced his tip inside you, a squeal escaping your lips. he was fucking thick.
“oh, john!” you moaned as he pushed his entire cock in you at once. john grasped your hand, showing you that you’d be okay. you attempted to squirm off of him a couple inches, but his waist held yours down.
“please…” you whispered, fingers curling on his knuckles. he began to rock his hips back and forth slowly, so you whined.
“so tight, hmm?” you swore you could feel him in your cervix. every time he bucked his hips up into you, pushing you closer, and closer, to your climax.
“f - ha, john! let me cum, p-please!” your hand reached for the sheets so that you could entangle them into the soft fabric. too bad john didn’t want to let you go.
“cum all over my cock, baby…” his thrusts slowed, allowing you to finally let go. your wings shuddered as he caressed them and tugged softly at the feathers.
“a good angel shouldn’t be drooling for my cock like this, should it?” he teased, and you just whimpered in response.
he pressed his chapped lips against your soft, wet ones, sliding his tongue in.
it was like all he wanted to do was hold you and kiss you for hours, so much he wouldn’t even pull away for air, just so that the taste of his mouth and blood would stain you. mark you. you couldn’t pull away an inch, but oh, it felt so…good.
“my pathetic angel.” he whispered into your ear before he buried himself in your neck, pulling out of you and falling asleep. you wrapped your wings around him, knowing when you woke up in the morning, they’d be gone.
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Hey! Could you do a headcanon for Keanu Reeves' characters, where the (female) reader is like Nimona, in terms of powers and personality?
If not that's ok!
Thanks!
Headcanon for Keanu Reeves' Characters with a Nimona-like (Shapeshifting powers and a bit of a playful personality) Reader:
A/N: Ended up doing some homework for this one, lol. I really liked Nimona's character so this was really cute. I did my best and I hope you enjoy :)
John Wick:
John Wick couldn't believe his eyes the first time he witnessed your shapeshifting abilities. It was during a mission where he found himself in a tight spot, and that's when you showed up in your badass glory. He had heard whispers about someone who could change their form at will, but nothing prepared him for the sight of you seamlessly transforming from a black cat to a wolf and then into a hawk in a matter of seconds.
To John, your personality was a perfect match for your powers. You had that same unyielding determination that John had, but you added a touch of whimsy and playfulness to his stoic demeanor. You loved to mess with your targets by taking on absurd or terrifying forms, keeping them on their toes. John couldn't help but be amused by your antics, even in the direst situations.
Together, you formed a formidable duo, combining his legendary gun-fu skills with your shape-shifting prowess. Your teamwork was unmatched, and the criminal underworld learned to fear both John Wick and the enigmatic shape-shifting partner who toyed with their expectations.
Ted "Theodore" Logan:
Bill and Ted were used to strange things happening, but when they met you, it was a whole new level of weird. With your shapeshifting abilities, you could turn into any historical figure or famous musician at the drop of a hat. You were always up for crazy adventures and loved to jam with Bill and Ted on their wild time-traveling journeys.
With your remarkable shapeshifting talents, you seamlessly became a substitute for Ted whe he wasn’t confident about a crucial history test. Your mimicry of Ted's mannerisms and speech was so uncanny that even Bill couldn't tell the difference so taking the test would be no problem. Ted couldn’t thank you enough for helping him like that.
Your free-spirited, playful nature meshed perfectly with Ted's outlook on life. Together, you created a most excellent, time-traveling band, bringing music and laughter to every era you visited.
John Constantine:
John Constantine's expertise in dealing with demons and the occult made him a formidable force. His life was filled with danger and darkness until he encountered you. Constantine was no stranger to the supernatural, but your abilities were a new kind of magic that intrigued and perplexed him. Meeting you on one of his occult investigations, he couldn't help but be impressed by your capacity to turn into different creatures.
With your ability to shapeshift at will, became a mysterious and unpredictable ally in John's battle against the forces of darkness. Your transformations often surprised him, but he quickly learned to appreciate the unique advantages you brought to your dangerous encounters.
Your playful personality was a refreshing contrast to Constantine's brooding demeanor. You'd change into various forms to distract John when he was particularly stress, getting a much needed laugh out of him.
Over time, John Constantine found himself drawn to your free spirit, even though he'd never admit it. Your ability to bring a little chaos into his world made him question the constant darkness that had shrouded his life. Together, you faced the horrors of the supernatural realm, and your shapeshifting powers and fearless nature added a touch of whimsy to your relentless fight against the unknown.
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First Constantine fic I’ve written, first fic post to this account!
Sum: Constantine and Chas get rid of a demon who possesses people, using their bodies to eat raw flesh whether it be animal or other humans. He casts it out and back to Hell. Chas and Constantine get into Chas’ taxi car. Constantine tries to make a move on him, but Chas denies it.
Tags: Graphic Descriptions of Violence Blood & Gore, Violence, Canon-Typical Violence(?), Magic, Exorcisms ig, Blood
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“Over there is Drake, he’s with us because JL Light kept saying no to the teenage group so now they made him my and JLD’s problem. Also he kept trying to raise the dead. And kept succeeding.”
“It’s not my fault it’s so easy,” Drake muttered without looking away from his project. “And Batman wasn’t dead the last time. You bring back three people and suddenly everyone thinks you’re a budding necromancer. It shouldn’t be my fault I’m using the available resources for the best solution.”
Constantine somehow looked even more dead than Elle as he pointed to the teenager that had taken up residence on the counter, the rest of the space covered with no less than four laptops. “Do not see him as a role model. He broke reality that first time.”
Man, she already knew they were going to get along like a house on fire. Elle waved cheerfully at Drake. “Quack.” She said. Constantine just sighed and went for his lighter.
Drake looked at her in befuddlement. “Quack?”
“A drake is a duck yeah? So, quack.”
“I prefer the drakes being dragons route.” He said. “More mysterious and powerful.”
“Ah. Rawr then.” The lesser of the two options. Drake had clearly never met a true duck. Maybe Elle could sneak one in one of these days and introduce Drake to a better namesake.
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Ambassador Danny AU
Just a silly thing knocking around in my brain.
Batman halted in the door of the conference room, taking in the sight of a strange being lounging imperiously in his chair. His white hair seemed to defy gravity ever so gently and his green, glowing eyes—Jason’s eyes—stared back with none of the regard or fear so many people showed towards Batman. His tanned face was speckled with tiny stars that Batman had to actively resist becoming memorized by. The boy’s choice of covering was sheening armour that refracted the light through his chest-plate of black ice. The white sleet that sharpened his knuckles seemed perfectly capable of movement despite it encasing his hands in similar fashion to the chest-plate; glassy in it’s brutal edges and as hard as the sheets that form over the coldest of lakes.
The watchtower had been invaded. Batman had questioned why the place was so cold when he’d arrived. Now he knew.
The only thing that kept Batman from immediately reacting might have—very much—had to do with how young he looked. A boy in the second half of his teens.
And the fact that several other Justice League members were at Batman’s back as he strolled further into the room, watching the boy warily.
The boy’s eyes were unconcerned as he watched the Justice League file in. Worryingly so. Who was he that he would be so unfazed, how powerful? Or was it faith he wouldn’t be harmed, taking advantage of the Justice League’s strong morals?
The teen had commandeered the chair with all the authority of a king and the confidence of one assured of their own position. He sprawled across it. The chairs were all identical of practical, unassuming make, but this boy made it look like his throne as he leaned heavily on one side and stretched one leg way on the other. A hand was extended to dangle off one chair-arm and he had a knee braced up, showing an armoured shin protecting his black, sturdy, cargo-like pants and iced boots that jagged treacherously upwards.
The boy smirked. “Took you long enough. I was getting bored.”
Batman resisted the urge to clamp his hands over his already protected ears from the unearthly static and screeching glaciers that came from the boy’s mouth. He noticed Superman flinch and his face grimace.
“Who are you?” Batman growled. This boy was obviously inhuman. He was also an unknown. Batman would be foolish to underestimate someone who had somehow infiltrated the watchtower without being seen or setting off any alerts. Who exuded too much confidence, as if the entire world was at his fingertips.
Attacking took the back-burner in favour of garnering information in such a concerning situation.
“You may address me as. . .” He contemplated a bit too much for Batman to believe whatever he would give them would be his true name. “Danny.”
“. . .Danny.”
The name was so. . .normal.
“How did you get here?” Wonder Woman asked with hints of warning and aggression.
The boy smiled. He had fangs. Too many sharp teeth. He didn’t answer and was revelling in their ignorance.
“What are you doing here?” Superman asked. It said something about Danny’s energy that even superman was being cautious about approaching.
“Waiting for you.” He smirked.
“Why?” Batman pushed as much threat and intimidation into his stance and words as he could. He usually didn’t have to think about it. “What do you want?”
Danny chuckled and a shiver ran up Batman’s spine. Goosebumps formed even through the protective layers that shielded him from the cold.
“Why don’t you sit?” The words should have been innocent. They felt like a trap. “You’ve gathered for a meeting, haven’t you?”
The league members didn’t move. Danny sighed.
“Fine, fine, fine.” He rolled his eyes and Batman was eerily reminded of how much the adolescent exasperation reminded him of his own children. Danny leaned off the chair arm to lean an elbow on the table instead, propping his chin up. He was all teeth. “The Infinite Realms wishes for peace. I’ve come to investigate the possibility of a treaty on behalf of the High King.”
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“THERE’S A DENIZEN OF THE INFINITE REALMS IN THE WATCHTOWER??!!!”
Batman held the phone away from his face at Constantine’s uncharacteristic display of panic. It did not bode well and it settled uncomfortably in his bones.
He grunted in affirmation.
Constantine swore up and down enough to fill Alfred’s swear jar ten times over. “What do they want?! What did you say to them!? Ohhhh, bloody ****! You’ve already antagonized them haven’t you?!”
“No.” Batman ground out.
Constantine was quiet. Several seconds ticked by.
“. . .WELL?!”
“He claims the High King wants to negotiate for peace.”
There was silence on the other end. Batman usually preferred it when Constantine was quiet, but this was thick and seemed to claw out of the phone to infect the watchtower. It muffled the noises and beeps and drowned out the presence of the other league members who had stepped out of the conference room with him.
Then there was a great, controlled release of wavery air. When Constantine spoke, it was more serious than Batman ever remembered hearing him.
“Okay, okay.” Constantine mumbled to himself. “Listen closely, Bats, and repeat everything, and I mean everything, to your circus clowns.”
Superman cleared his throat. “We’re here.”
“YOU LEFT THE AMBASSADOR ALONE?!”
“Of course not! Wonder Woman and Martian Manhunter are monitoring him.” Batman said.
Constantine grumble-sighed. “Good.” He mumbled. “Two of the competent ones. I don’t trust Bats not to **** this up and get us all killed.”
“What now?” Flash said.
Batman was a little offended. “Constan—“
“NO!” He yelled vehemently. He sounded a little manic. “Batsy, you have the emotional intelligence of a wet paper bag, a sad, trampled, wet paper bag with so many holes that it can’t even be considered a bag anymore, you have the emotional intelligence of wet, paper scraps and the diplomacy of a feral hyena! Unless he addresses you first, Do. Not. Initiate! Do not open your mouth! I have no faith in you whatsoever!”
“I will n—“ Batman tried to growl again, but Constantine cut him off. Again!
“No!” Constantine reiterated oh, so eloquently. “Look.” He sighed. “Getting news of the newest High King since he defeated the last one has been near impossible. All Deadman will tell me is that he’s better than the last guy and we are incredibly lucky our entire dimension wasn’t wiped out after that stunt the American government pulled with the Anti-ecto Acts.”
Batman saw some of the leaguers pale. He suddenly wasn’t feeling the best either.
“Anti-Ecto Acts?”
“Laws declaring their species non-sentient and illegal, I dealt with it, thing is, this is an extremely delicate situation.” He stressed. “We don’t know what kind of ruler he is, what little thing might set him off, and we cannot afford to set the High King off! Capiche?! It’s a good sign that he’s willing to negotiate peace, but he could change his mind. Some ghosts are very temperamental.”
“Ghosts.” Several of the leaguers repeated. Constantine let out an incredibly exasperated sound.
“Do you idiots know nothing?! Yes, ghosts! The Infinite Realms is the dimension between dimensions, the land of the dead and the never-born! They are incredibly powerful entities and many of them could level our planet easily! Whatever you do, DO NOT ask how they’ve died! It is highly taboo and you’ll get yourselves killed!” Constantine let out a stressed groan.
“I would come back and deal with this myself, but I am. . .occupied at the moment. Don’t try to negotiate without me! You lot will muck everything up! And seriously, DO NOT ASK HOW THEY’VE DIED! Keep the Ambassador happy until I can get there, convince him to stay! We might not have another chance like this, don’t annoy them, do not ignore them, and, just in general, don’t give the ambassador any reason to deliver anything negative to King Phantom and have him erase us all, got it?”
The Justice League exchanged several, stunned looks.
“Got it?”
Batman grunted.
“Good. And Bats.” Constantine added lowly. “If this fails, I am blaming you for the end of the world.”
Constantine ended the call and the phone beeped before drowning everyone in silence. The leaguers shared more looks.
“Now what?” Hal said.
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