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John is going to be moved to my multimuse blog ( @wildthiiing ). I’m carrying over some threads from people that I know for sure will want to continue them but you’re all more than welcome to come bug John there, as well as any of the other muses I have there.
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charles parnell as nommo constantine (2014)
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ofcoldguns:
Lips quirk up into a smirk as his hand comes up to pinch his chin between his thumb and forefinger loosely as he hummed pleasantly, “That is certainly a plus,” he said very smugly, leaning forward to capture another quick kiss.
Eyes dropped to the hand on his chin but he didn’t move away, enjoying the little contact and the way it made him. (Like he was valuable, like he was precious). “I love you. I’m not the best at saying that but I do.” And he would do his bet to make sure that Len knew how much John felt for him, even if he didn’t say those three words.
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@ofcoldguns said: ❛ i’ve got one life so i’m gonna live it . ❜
He couldn’t help the smile that came to his face, “That’s one way of putting it.” It was a good philosophy to have, though he had long since given up on the thought that he could just live his life however he wanted to. Every time he tried, he got pulled into something else.
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@ofcoldguns said: “I’ve done nothing but get my ass kicked this whole trip.“
“You’ve done more than get your ass kicked, love.” Though they had definitely both taken a beating that he wasn’t anticipating when he’d started this job. His leg nudged Len’s gently as he held out a wrapped ice pack, offering the biggest smile he could manage without breaking up the cut on his lip again. “I’d offer to make you more durable but knowing my luck, I’d have another Chas situation on my hands.”
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𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.
my original batch can be found HERE! i got all kinds of angsty and protective vibes took over, but if u think of any more that you’d like to see on the list, shoot me a DM so i can add it!
“ get behind me… ”
“ stay here. ”
“ don’t worry. everything’s going to be alright… ”
“ you shoot anyone who comes through that door who isn’t me. ”
“ when you love something, you protect it. ”
“ i’ll keep you safe. ”
“ do everything that i say, and we might both live to tell the tale of this night. ”
“ when i say run, i need you to do as i say and don’t even think about me. ”
“ get down! ”
“ close your eyes, you don’t need to see this. ”
“ why wouldn’t i save you? ”
“ it’s alright. they won’t be hurting you again… ”
“ of course i came for you… it would take far much more than that to stop me. ”
“ listen to me… i need to go back out there. but i promise you, i’ll be right back. okay? all i want you to do is stay hidden, and i’ll be back before you know it. ”
“ there’s nothing in this world nor any other, that would stop me from protecting you. ”
“ get out of here! now! ”
“ i knew you’d feel guilty; you do understand that i’d take a thousand wounds if it meant keeping you safe, don’t you? ”
“ i swear to you. as long as i’m by your side, you’ll never be harmed. ”
“ it’s my job to keep you safe, yes, but you could work with me a little to make it easier. ”
“ protecting you isn’t my duty. it’s my privilege. ”
“ who did this to you? where are they? ”
“ listen to me. i don’t think i’ll be able to buy you much time. and once i go out there, the clock starts. so the second you hear us fighting, i want you to run. as fast and as far as you can. ”
“ are you alright? “
“ can you move? “
“ why is it so difficult for you to believe that you deserve to be protected? “
“ you’re a good person. good people deserve to be safe. “
“ i’m going to protect you, now. because that’s what we do for the ones we love. we keep them safe. “
“ stay close. whatever you do, do not leave my side. “
“ i’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. no matter the cost. “
“ i’m on my way. ”
“ it’s alright… it’s okay… i’m here now. i’ve got you. ”
“ it’s all over now. don’t panic. it’s not my blood. ”
“ i don’t know how long i’ll be able to protect you for, but i guarantee you, i’ll only stop with my final breath. ”
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John Constantine + Bisexual Pride Flag Colors
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O P E N
“Why is always those bloody boards?” Then again, if people wised up and stopped tempting things they didn’t understand to interact with them, he might not have as much ‘simple’ work as he did.
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ofcoldguns:
He smirked, sliding the pancake that finished cooking from the pan to the plate he had ready with the rest of the ones already made, turning to look at John as he passed by. “Good morning to you too,” he greeted, “Sleep well?”
He waited until he’d had a drink of coffee before he responded, “Well enough.” The nightmares had been bad enough to wake him but they’d still disrupted the good dreams. Fondness was clear on his face as he looked over at Len, watching him as he cooked, “You sleep alright, love?”
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“Why is always those bloody boards?” Then again, if people wised up and stopped tempting things they didn’t understand to interact with them, he might not have as much ‘simple’ work as he did.
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“Well at least we’re both on the same page,” he smirked, leaning into the kiss on the cheek before turning his head to press one to his lips. “Maybe that’s why we work. Just two people who have no idea what the other sees in them.”
The kiss, no matter how brief, made John lean into Len, hands settling on his boyfriend’s chest. “Maybe.” While he was entirely sure their mutual belief they weren’t worthy of love factored into it, he figured it was more than just that. He smiled brightly, “Course it could be the sex.”
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She eyed the offered hand for a second before taking it cautiously. At least he didn’t say John Doe and expect her to believe him. Constantine sound familiar for some reason. Faye’s eyes narrowed a little and she offered a, “Would help to know what exactly this was.”
“Just a little spell.” It would keep the things that were following them at bay for now, which would give him time to figure out why she was being followed in the first place. He offered a smile before eyes closed as he held out his hands, muttering softly, his voice barely loud enough to be heard.
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alteredcanon:
At least he hadn’t tried to put it out with alcohol. “Magic has a will of its own now?” Natasha raised an eyebrow at him. She might miss Stephen a little bit more right now. John was a lot harder to take seriously. "Or is there something you were supposed to do that you didn’t?”
“Some does.” That was why magic responded to emotions at times and not at others. Different magic meant different things. “I did everything just fine. Perhaps it’s the person who knows nothing about this magic trying to butt in that it doesn’t like.”
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ofcoldguns:
@dcmnedtohell asked: [ caught ] Word Prompt Collection [ CAUGHT ] for your muse to catch my muse wearing their shirt .
Leonard Snart is a thief. That is just a fact of life. It was something that was never going to change about him. So it really shouldn’t be a surprise to John that he’s in the kitchen, cooking breakfast wearing only boxers and the other man’s button up shirt. He says nothing but knows that the man has noticed.
It took John a moment to register that Len had in fact stolen his shirt but the moment it clicked, he smiled to himself, enjoying the sight his boyfriend made. He simply made his way over, stopping to press a kiss to Len’s shoulder before continuing to the coffee maker so he could get himself a cup.
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@dcmnedtohell said: “ i love you. you don’t have to say anything, i just thought you should know. ”
Len stops from where he’s absentmindedly running his fingers up and down the length of his spine and his breath briefly hitches when he hears those words. Three words he never really heard. Three words he never expected to hear from anyone who wasn’t his sister.
He wants to say it back, but years of heartbreak and isolating himself have made it difficult for him to be so vulnerable. Soo instead what comes out is a teasing “That’s a mistake.” Because that’s how he handled things like this.
He’d only spared a glance up, content to keep his head resting on Len’s chest, the steady beat of his heart lulling John into a sense of calm despite the words he’d said and the reaction he’d gotten. If he hadn’t known the other man well enough, he would’ve taken offense but he knew. That was why he didn’t expect to hear it back.
John chuckled and lifted his head just enough to press a kiss to Len’s chest. “Not my first, love. Won’t be last.” More and more, though, it felt like being with Len was one of the few things he’d managed to get right.
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alteredcanon:
“You mean it isn’t normally supposed to be ON FIRE?” Natasha’s voice was full of clear sarcasm. "What did you do?”
John rolled his eyes as he grabbed the nearest glass, taking a sniff before he drown out the fire, mildly thankful that it wasn’t on something important or valuable. “I didn’t do anything.” Strictly speaking. “Magic doesn’t always play nice.”
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O P E N
“That’s….. new.”
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