#Constantine is having a meltdown

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 160

Constantine might have made a slight mistake. Just an itty bitty one. Okay maybe not an itty bitty one, but it’s not like he usually deals with Realms beings! No one deals with Realms beings if they can help it, and never willingly! 

So maybe he had been a little more drunk than usual, and maybe a tiny bit more desperate. But he’s pretty sure he didn’t do any hanky-panky with anyone. So he’s very confused as to how the fuck, he apparently has not just one, but three Realms-cores?! 

Seriously, what the actual fuck, who looked at him of all people and decided, yeah, he looks like he could be a dad?! Mom!? Whatever the fuck it is. 

What the fuck is he supposed to do in this situation!?

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC John Constantine's How To: Ghost Kids (pt.2)

[<- part 1]

"Oh, yeah," John jerks his head up like he just remembered the fact people are supposed to have names at all. He gestures to the kids, pointing to each of them as he introduces, "Daniel, Daniel, and Danielle."

This time, all three kids flip him off simultaneously. Bruce clears his throat, trying to figure out if Constantine is messing with him and, if so, in which parts. Since, so far, everything the man has said sounds like a poor attempt at pulling his leg.

"I don't think they like those," he cautiously says, and the kids whip their heads at him, nodding furiously. Bruce can't help but be just a little enamored with the way they behave.

"Of, sod off, at this point I don't care what they like," John straightens up with a dismissive, albeit weak, wave of his hands, and rubs his face, "They are menaces. Sometimes by accident, but mostly on purpose. Their grandfather thought it would be easier to handle them if they were not teenagers, and while I agreed with his reasoning at the time, I-" he glances at the kids, who all have displeased grimaces of various levels on their faces, "I have been made to reconsider. I swear that ancient bitch is laughing his ass off wherever he is now."

The kids suddenly grin. They are not very friendly, nor polite smiles - if anything, they look a bit nightmarish. An old grandfather's clock in his study makes a very loud ticking noise.

"See?" John whips his head to look at said clock, the expression on his face bordering on insane. His eye twitches.

If Bruce doesn't do anything now, he might become one of the very few people who managed to witness John Constantine, the Laughing Magician, have a meltdown. So he sighs and decides to solve the problems one at a time.

Which means that no matter how alarmed or suspicious he is, his first move would not be to interrogate either the man or the kids.

"You can sleep in one of the guest rooms, I trust you can find it on your own," he tells John, almost softly, as he catches the girl from slipping away from his lap, "Is there anything I need to know about children before you fall unconscious?"

John slumps with relief, so obviously that Bruce almost smiles. Hardships of raising - or, watching, for that matter - kids, he understands.

"Yes," he breathes out with an air of exhilaration and turns to the kids again, pointing to the middle child, "Danny is the original. He is from this dimension and timeline, that is. Dan," he turns his finger to the older boy, "is in the wrong timeline, he's Danny's future evil self redeemed into older bratty brother. Dani," he switches to the girl, "is Danny's clone, made by his arch-nemesis of a godfather. If she starts melting at any point, wake me up immediately. If any of them start floating, sprouting tentacles, speaking to walls in static, or glowing, don't."

Bruce looks down to the kids. So, definitely metas, that would explain the government trying to get them... Or, no, it wouldn't because he is fairly certain no government is going to blatantly ignore the Meta Protection Acts.

"Don't let them raise the dead, and if you give them food, make sure it doesn't have a face. If you find more than three of them, it means one of them has duplicated, don't worry, they will absorb it back later. Absolutely don't let them touch any guns," Constantine is backing down to the door as he speaks, his gaze flickering from the kids to Bruce and back every second. Like he is leaving a ticking bomb in Bruce's lap, and not three children. "Danny is, comparatively, the most responsible one, the other two are up for any dubious trouble they can get to at any moment. Oh, and their memories are wonky because of de-aging, they remember some things but not others, so if they say something particularly disturbing, it's most likely some random piece of knowledge they managed to keep."

Bruce raises an eyebrow. He did get the part about the kids being, well, abnormal in the matters of their origins, but the disjointed set of rules and advices doesn't help as much as Constantine probably thinks it does.

"Allergies, preferences, ages they were before?" He tries to get at least some more info down before John disappears through the door. Actually, maybe he should send someone to handcuff the man to the bed lest he disappears completely.

"None, but don't let them eat cutlery. Danny likes space, Dani has a thing for exploring, and Dan likes violence." The older kid stirs in Bruce's lap and says something in the direction of Constantine. No sound comes out, but the man seems to get what he's trying to say anyway, "Okay, yes, that was rude of me, sorry. Dan likes... exercise," he ends up with, and that placate the boy enough to slump down and cross his arms. John sighs, "They were seventeen, fourteen, and twenty respectively. Now," he snaps his fingers, and suddenly Bruce can hear the girl - Dani - humming a tune under her breath. So, he lifted the silence spell, it seems.

"Good fucking luck," John wishes to Bruce, earnestly, and all but vanishes away.

Bruce sighs and looks down to the kids.

"Are you hungry?" He tries, and all eyes are on him at once, attentive and unblinking.

"Fruitloops," Danny says, and while Bruce is positive that's the name for a cereal, he gets a feeling that's not what the kid meant.

[not-too-many-eyes]

A Study on Mesmer Jr.

(Also Known As: Nott is obsessed with the bigot autistic girl from the time travel gacha game and its her birthday tommorow so lets talk about her.)

(CWs: Ableism, racism, child abuse) I Love Mesmer Jr. Which isn't a secret to any of my friends who have had to listen to me talk about her at length. I cannot get her out of my head. I think she's fantastically written, fun to read about, and just an all around interesting character.

As such, I want to take a moment to pull apart Mesmer Jr, and consider her place in this story. To contemplate why she acts the way she does, and to connect to the themes relating to her character. I hope you enjoy reading this.

A Curious Impression

Mesmer Jr makes an interesting impression when you first meet her. For one, she immediately causes alarm bells to rings when she talks to Sonneto, one of her earliest conversations, who she says she enjoys talking to because of their "shared values" she feels the need to say that she would have liked talking to her more if she were a "full-blooded human."

Which is something that you see a lot whenever she's complimenting an arcanist, or considering arcanists in any positive light. Even if it's inappropriate in the context, she feels the need to assert her beliefs, to say that:

Mesmer Jr, Praise: As an arcanist, your performance really amazes me. Wish you were a pure-blood human.

Of course, as we know, Mesmer Jr is an arcanist. She's a full-blooded arcanist. Being noted to be from a very Important family, and even being implied to be more talented than most of her family in their line of work: (The Fallacy of Idealism)

Nobody is more talented in this than Mesmer Jr. Her bloodline gives her outstanding ability and keen senses, which makes everything clear and intelligible to her.

She's also startlingly obedient. She has no noticeable outward negativity towards what Constantine has ordered her to do to Vertin, despite it seeming to cause pain or stress. Insisting that this is the normal treatment given to patients despite Madam Z's opinion, and we learn Much Later that her boss had an ulterior motive to all this.

She's even noted before we meet her to seem like a:

(Open Sandwich)

???: It is the other one- the one with indifferent outlines that makes her look like a refined machine.

Evoking images of perfectly programmed robots and droids that do what they are ordered to perfectly without question.

Of course, in the same part this line is from, the game is already nudging us to be open-minded when it comes to interacting with her. As the first thing we learn about her isn't her personality, isn't her appearance, isn't even her Voice.

It's her abuse.

Dirtied Hands

Open Sandwich is one of my favorite bits of writing in this game. It creates this incredible tension where you just waiting for the bad thing to happen, the line about how the child labor laws were turned into paper to wrap the sandwich is wonderful, and I love it.

But it's also the first time we ever actually hear about her. It depicts her having a Sensory Meltdown. Caused by her family's uh- blatant disregard for children's rights, and exposing her to a patient at age 12 because her skill was useful for the treatment. The trauma of the event marking the start of her "nightmare."

Of course this isn't the Only Thing she has gone through at the age of 12. The entire events of Nouvelles et Textes pour Rien happened during when she was 12. She might of had even more traumatic experience before that, considering she went to SPDM, a school that we know Very Well for their child abuse, and she Certainly had traumatic experiences afterwards.

She Is a 16 year old therapist taking care of The Foundation's most "unstable" patients, after all:

Mesmer Jr, Suitcase Climate: Those insane people screamed and rushed out of the guardroom. They kept meaninglessly and repeatedly roaring. Then, their blood shed on the snowy ground. I've seen that a lot.

The Rights of Children Don't Matter when there is Scarcity. Her needs are secondary to The Company's. Her welfare simply isn't important for the Foundation's Beautiful Future. Only the skills and infromation she can provide.

Constantine even manipulated Mesmer Jr into telling her the plan. Purposefully traumatizing her so that she would become scared and anxious. She Asked her to help them, trusting that Constantine, an adult she trusted, would be able to help. Constantine just lied, and made her continue to treat these people even when the experience mind numbingly traumatic for even fully-grown adults.

As a result, Mesmer Jr has developed multiple mental illnesses. Most notable OCD, but she seems to hallucinate in her Monologue.

She's not exactly a healthy person, which really compounds how much you Don't want her to be a therapist.

Of course, it's not like she would ever seek actual proper treatment for it.

For many reasons.

For one, Reverse 1999 is not exactly a kind world to the mentally ill, and she herself is a good example as to why.

Proper Treatment

Let's go back to the first thing I mentioned about Mesmer Jr. She's a bigot, she's a certified racist to every arcanist she ever talks to. She thinks humans are the superior race that will overtake arcanists.

She's also ableist. Just horrible ableist. These two bigotries are intertwined in Very important ways. Her hatred of arcanists is informed by her hatred of the mentally ill, and is further informed by what she has been taught about arcanists.

Reverse has established that the way arcanists and humans are generally viewed is that arcanists are the more emotional, unstable, immature ones and humans are the more logical, stable, and mature ones.

Now, this is a stereotype, one that has been proven wrong time and time again. There is nothing logical, stable, or mature about being so upset at a 12 year old you think killing her friends is a good idea.

And similarly, there is nothing actually inherently wrong about being a weirdo, or mentally ill. For one, uh, everyone is a bit of a freak sometimes, and two, Mesmer Jr treats it as if for the world to get better arcanists need to fully disappear and be replaced with human rationality, but Madam Hoffman says it best:

(Chapter 6 Part 15: With Hope Rekindled)

Hofmann: We have all heard it, humans are more rational and arcanists are more emotional. Hofmann: Their sensitive to the darkness of the world, so they can easily become absorbed in their own emotions and ignore reality Hofmann: But, if we put a human child in the position of an arcanist, who always takes on the world because of his uniqueness, who is never understood for his talents... Hoffmann: Maybe he too will become impulsive, sensitive immature and unstable Hoffmann: And that's why it sometimes dawns on me that if we put an arcanist child in the position of a human being who receives enough love, education, and positive feedback... Hoffmann: These 'instabilities' might be controllable. At least enough to keep them from hurting themselves or others.

But Mesmer Jr really does believe wholeheartedly that being a "freak" is bad, and that being an arcanist is to blame for why she is one.

Mesmer Jr, Hat and Hair: Thanks to it, we are all freaks now. Haven't you ever blamed your brain? Haven't you for once vomited due to the sound or whisper in your brain? How naive and ignorant.

That being an arcanist is something inherently wrong, and as a result of that inherent wrongness, that inherent "insanity," they need to be controlled by humanity.

Mesmer Jr, Chitchat II: I can only stand those arcanists from the Foundation and the Laplace. After all, their insanity is contained by humans.

She believes that humans are destined to overtake arcanists like it's natural selection. That it's only inevitable that arcanists will be overtaken by a species that in her eyes, is logical and understandable.

Mesmer Jr, To the Future: Just like Homo sapiens wiped out Neanderthals, arcanists will be eliminated as well. This is not a prediction, but a predestined fate.

This is, of course, due to the systemic part of Reverse's world constantly pushing this idea that arcanists are Inherently more immature and chaotic.

Constantine and her family deeply traumatized Mesmer Jr and then told her it wasn't actually their fault but this Other Group that She is also apart of but Don't Worry it can Be Controlled.

Mesmer Jr: It's not just about age. It was never going to be suitable for me. Mesmer Jr: Unless one day all the arcanists are gone. Pandora Wilson: Then you and I will be gone, too. Mesmer Jr: Exactly, along with the source of my pain

However, Mesmer Jr's own mental illnesses and susceptibility towards being overwhelmed by others emotions does really mean that she finds being around highly emotional people Taxing. She also finds that the unpredictable of life and other people Tiresome.

She was friends with Vertin in the rest when she was younger sure, but even then she did find arcanists overwhelming and "scary," even when she wasn't in the full thick of it, she saw them being treated and found it unpleasant and painful.

(Nouvelles et Textes pour Rien)

Mesmer Jr: But I'm not interested in arcanists. They are all mad people, and we had to treat them after all...They looked scary.

Now, usually, you grow out of this. She's not Born To Be Racist Forever.

In a better world she very much could have, I dunno-

Be able to actually internalize that arcanists aren't actually inherently a harmful thing, but that her needs sometimes conflict with the needs of others and grew up with the tools necessary to understand that this is a fixable problem that doesn't actually need a whole group of people including herself to die to be solved.

Or, something like that.

However, this isn't that world, this world thinks Mesmer Jr is a good therapist, and that her treatment is humane.

So she's seeks to create stability in the world as a result of that lack of support.

Mesmer Jr, Hobby: What you see is the alignment and tidiness. What I adore is this orderly state.

As much as she understands that it's a sign of her own "franticness" that she does this, it gives her comfort knowing that she has things that she Can Control. That her life isn't actually dictated fully by things out of her understanding. That she has the ability to direct her life in a small, maybe even insignificant way.

Cause, she really just doesn't have much control over her life.

Press the Button

Mesmer Jr, Clothing and Torso: ...Achieve the function.

A lot of Mesmer Jr's idolization of humanity comes from this idea of efficiency and simplicity. She talks so much about rationality and "tidiness," but as I've already established Reverse is full of so many instances of "human insanity" so it's plain ignorant to ascribe this trait to humans.

Which, well one she is ignorant, and also racism isn't rational and Mesmer Jr was taught human supremacy of course it's not going to be aligned with actual reality.

Which is true.

However, I do think it's interesting these traits that she idolizes are not from humans but from:

Mesmer Jr, Clothing and Torso: Humans are like machinery, simple and efficient. Arcanists are quite the opposite.

That's who she's actually idolizing here, isn't it? She's not really idolizing humans, that's just the framework she was given. She's idolizing machines and going "Wow humans are so cool."

Her Udimo is a machine.

Not just any machine, but a machine invented in part By Her Workplace, and even when she was 12 the narrator describes her as a "refined machine." Indifferent and rigid.

This is the beautiful controlled being that she is seeking! The beautiful tidy, orderly, calm being that just proceeds with whatever order is given to it. One that has...completely no control over it's life, and what to do with it.

Because, traditionally speaking, Machines do not have the ability to self-determine. They don't exist as people with conscious thought and emotion, but as Things and Tools that can Achieve Functions.

I noted way back in the start that Mesmer Jr is startlingly obedient. She does what she is told, and encourages others to do the same.

She's glad that Vertin:

Mesmer Jr, 100% Bond Conversation: ...Anyway, I'm glad you gave up on those insane plans.

Before saying that she doesn't want to be forced to Lobotomize Her, and that she doesn't actually want anyone to end up in Artificial Somnambulism.

But she doesn't say she won't do it. Just that she's happy Vertin did "give up" because it means that she probably won't have to. This seems to be her general approach. Even if she's not happy, she'll do it, her wants don't matter.

She assumes that she has no other option and that her only path forward is following orders from her boss. That the only path forward is the one set for her. There's no point in fighting it so she's just gonna continue on that path, and others should do the same or else they'll get Hurt. Learned Helplessness.

Sonetto is similar to her in this sense (Mesmer Jr says so herself,) and Sonetto is shown to hold quite a lot of repressed emotions, and to deviate from the rules or what is logical when she feels something is at stake.

After all: (Is ABA Really “Dog Training for Children”? A Professional Dog Trainer Weighs In.)

We all know that we can feel angry without expressing anger. That we can smile when inside we are crying. You can stop someone from expressing an emotion, but that doesn’t make the emotion go away. A dog who has been trained not to growl is considered by trainers to be a “time bomb dog.” When you read about a dog attack that came “out of nowhere” and “without warning,” it is because this sort of method was used to handle “problem behaviours.” Studies show that dogs trained with these sorts of methods actually have an increased rate of aggression, because punishing aggressive behaviour doesn’t deal with the underlying fear and anxiety that caused the aggression in the first place.

But Mesmer Jr, in contrast to Sonetto, who has an interest in poetry and curiosity in the outside world and has the aforementioned repressed emotions. Has no real distinct personal identity. She does not own anything that shows her interests, unlike her other coworkers who usually have at least Something on them. All of her items are stuff made by Laplace and exist unaltered. Even her cute little headband is a EM amplifier is part of the uniform.

She holds no control, no identity, no agency. She exists as a machine that someone can press the buttons of and achieve whatever function she needs to achieve at the given moment.

This is her current state of existence, and it's not something that's exactly sustainable. The cracks in this machine-living have been showing since she was 12. How many more do you think have been created now that she's 16?

The Foundation

Now, this is really depressing, but that's because Mesmer Jr is just a bit of a depressing character. She can't really get away from her job. For one, her parents are horrible, two The Storm means that the world is always on the verge of ending. Where else will she go?

But, as said previously:

A dog who has been trained not to growl is considered by trainers to be a “time bomb dog.”

Similarly, a girl trained to not develop any sort of identity will crack Someday.

I have no knowledge of what could happen next in her story, nor am I interested in theorizing about it. But I do find it interesting to think about.

[voidfound404]

Hellblazer • Hades 2 • Epic the musical crossover, inspired by @katerinaaqu

It’s quite funny that John’s and Odysseus’s past are always so close behind, and there’re more than one skeletons hidden in their closets.

The difference is Constantine’s used to be haunted by his dead friends and would let them die AGAIN cuz of his arrogance, and he’s having a good time down in the underworld. Odysseus on the other hand, He wept as he drove away relatives and friends shades who wanted to eat sheep's blood with his sword( and let’s not forget he tried to hug his mom three times, THREE TIMES, yeah Agamemnon tried to hug him too but failed), and gonna have panic attacks and mental meltdown.

Constantine probably just like “ hey if they bother you that much I can expel them permanently, free of charge.” And Odysseus would be “ WHAT?! NO!!”

[foreveric]

ahh

what about the

reeves verse with a reader who panics like over everything and she lowky had meltdowns

im saying this cause its me and i need any of keanus characters to calm me down

💌 — gotta love me some keanu to calm me down from stressing myself out lol.

john wick

he's going to cuddle and squeeze you until the meltdown calms down. he won't let you go even after the wave washed over, just to make sure that you wouldn't fall back into another meltdown for as long as he can control it. he'll say things like "baby, it's okay", "don't worry, I can take care of this", and "just breathe with me".

jack traven

similarly to wick, jack will love on you and talk you through the meltdown. he'll place a hand on your shoulder before wrapping both of his arms around you and placing his chin on top of your head in a protective manner, as if he was silently fighting off all of your stress and worries.

john constantine

he's going to give you tough love, like the cynical bastard that he usually is. but, he'll still give you the affection that you needed in your own ways. he'll poke some jokes at you, using his sense of humor as a shitty (but, in his own ways, the only) way he knew how to calm others down in stressful situation.

neo anderson

he won't let you get stressed, not if he could control it. getting a little into yandere territory, but if it was a severe problem with anxiety or meltdowns, he'd program a special code to help you not have them anymore. he doesn't want you to be overwhelmed with too much, so he will do everything in his power to practically shelter you from any unnecessary stressors.

[lemontongues]

i never actually finished spirit world bc im constitutionally incapable of keeping track of what im reading but if xanthe never met zatanna i think they should and then they should have a colossal gay meltdown about it that constantine fistbumps them for in solidarity

[zealouswitchwerewolf]

Knowing clockwork, he was probably preparing for this exact situation and setting precedent so it'd work. Partly to be able to help Bruce whenever but also so that Danny and Co would have a safe place to go to in the mortal realm whenever they needed it.

Also feels like it'd be a good fic to alternate Povs so every other chapter is Bruce having a great time with the tiny Eldritch terrors and all the others are the JL and batfam full on panicking and running around like headless chickens (JL because they have no idea what to do without Batman/when Batman needs rescuing, batfam cause they're spiraling and experiencing Emotions™ after their father told them he loves them and then disappeared)

And like I Guess eventually they'd make a plan to go get Bruce (probably involve Constantine or smth) and once they're there ready for war, Bruce is just playing with 3 cute kids (maybe they got de-aged, maybe they're still teenagers but all heroes see them as kids) and turns around to look at them like ??? You couldn't wait until I got back tomorrow? 🙄 And the heroes are just so confused and relieved and wtf?

Also the batfam is having a collective meltdown so they break out in tears and go hug their dad and Bruce is just like ???? I wasn't even gone that long??? But he'd never reject a hug from his kids so he goes with it and comes to the conclusion that maybe he needs to do this babysitting thing more often. Feels nice to be wanted.

It turns into a recurring thing and Bruce even takes the halfas to the manor sometimes. The batkids are suspicious at first but after seeing the amount of chaos the kids are capable of they decide to adopt them (unofficially) and call it a day. CW is just watching them on one of his screens, looking very smug.

Dcxdp prompt

I don’t see enough angst to do with Bruce, so here’s my idea.

The world is ending, and all of Bruce’s kids have been hurt in someway. Bruce is running out of options, so he said to call his final contingency plan into place.

He messages the family group chat, telling them that he loves them and is proud of them. Immediately they all start freaking out, and they have Barbara connect them onto a FaceTime with. They’re the only ones who can see what’s going on.

Bruce made a summoning circle. He transferred a few moments before that none of them can really describe appears in the circle. Later on, they all describe him differently. Damien calls him an older man older than Alfred while Tim insists he looks around Bruce’s age. Jason says that he looked older than Bruce, but younger than Alfred and Dick says they looked around his age.

The being looks at Bruce for a moment and ask him in a voice that sounded simply Eldritch

“I assume you wish to make a deal. You know what you must do if I agreed to do anything.’

Bruce nods and grunts.

The being smiles.

“Very well, I will deal with your problem. If you agree to the terms I set so long ago. Do you remember?’

Bruce grunts before saying

“My children are hurt. I want you to heal them too.’

The being laughs,

“why certainly, but you know, that means the deal be a little steeper.”

Bruce nods and takes the outstretched hand. A Crack rings through the air and the video shorts out, becoming only static. By the time they get to the Batcave, the danger is gone, their injuries are healed and Bruce is nowhere to be seen.

Meanwhile, Bruce met clockwork back when he was a teenager. He was a friend of Alfred, and they had a deal where Bruce would babysit clockwork kids or help him in the tower in exchange for Clockwork’s advice and help with tasks. Bruce figured out that clockwork was not human and was a very Eldritcg, but Alfred trusted him so so did Bruce. However, Bruce had been very busy since he adopted the kids and hadn’t made many deals in a while. However, this was important, so he didn’t mind babysitting for a while. there were more kids than usual, though. 

[artymcart]

SUPTOBER 2022

Day Sixteen // Red

An intervention.

That's what Eileen called it, as she sat with her her family together. Robert on her lap, Kiara with Jack and both kids just cuddled up on them.

Sam at her side, his eyes on the table, his hands between his legs. He made himself small, his shoulders hunched forward, body language closed off.

"We have to talk about it Sammy, we can't wake up in Constantine's-Nightmare-World every two days," Dean said, his arms crossed over his chest.

For months the whole bus was illuminated in red when Sam slept and dreamed. At first it was something Eileen was able to break, talked to him, held him close, the light would fade fast and everyone could go back to sleep.

Now it radiated for hours, inflicted everyone's dreams, nightmares, caused sleep paralysis and heavy episodes of PTSD (Dean hasn't slept for WEEKS now, Cas woke up screaming for minutes after an heavy episode, clawing at his back until he had scratched himself bloody).

"I can't control what I do in my sleep!" Sam sounded bone deep tired. He had tried to so many things now, meditation, yoga, mind tricks, magic, even some drugs. But he wasn't able to controll his dreams or powers and he was very stressed about it that he inflicted his family too.

And it got to the kids too, what got Sam close to a meltdown.

"We want to help you, we're not just tired, we're worried," Jack signed.

"You're not alone in this. But something has to change before someone gets hurt. We appreciate your efforts, we know that magic and everything else is a part of you now," Eileen signed, Kiara in her lap looked at her hands with big eyes, already tried to imitate what she saw, clumsy little fingers forming 'magic' "But if it's messing with your head so much that we're all part of it, we have to work on a solution."

Sam just looked at his wife, an encouraging smile on her face, a hand on bis back. He smiled back, tired.

"We'll find a way, Sam" Cas said, a promise in his voice, which made Sam look up to him across the table. They were so sure that there IS a solution. While Sam was still not sure if there is something that could help him. He was tainted, after all, since birth. And marked by Rowena herself.

//You're not clean. In the biblical sense.//

ENDVERSE AU

[phoenixrising0308]

Unenchanted: Tennessee Honey

The Pencil Chronicles- Series premise: This series was inspired by Long Hand Trope Pencils (Special thanks for the extra pencils!). The pencils have a phrase that can be a prompt or a line from a show or book. I wanted a random A/U where anything is possible and, so that’s what I have with this series (TPC). SO take what you know and throw it out the window. Anything goes in this series. It is a canon divergent series for any book I write about. My character personalities remain the same as do the ones I write from Pixelberry in the manner I write their canon character. It could be any character, any pairing, any scenario. I will go where the pencil leads. Catch up with everything here

Detailed disclaimer

Scenario/Timeline: The day of the UN Gala. Drake and the MC go to her hotel room for drinks.

Pencil Chronicle Prompt/Theme: “Hi, Guys! I’m broken”

A/N: So I’m doing a few prompts for this story, and they appear in bold throughout the story.

Wacky drabble prompt(s): #83 “That makes my [Body part tingle].”,#84 “Just keep moving.”,#85 “Do you want me to leave., and #86 “Have you lost your mind.”

Ask prompt: #34 “Why can’t you see that I’m in love with you?” #40 “Are you implying that you want to kiss me?”

Triggers: 🍋

Chapter Song inspiration: Tennessee Whiskey

Word count: 1,562 *As always, forgive my typos and, grammatical errors.*

Reading time: 12 minutes

Jewels by David L - New York

Jessica huffed and said, “Can we get this going here?”

The jeweler apologetically said,” I’m sorry, I don’t mean to cause you any more stress. We were polishing it.”

The sales clerk smiled at them and said, “SO, are you ready for your big day?”

Jessica eyes got wide; she was ready to explode. She was quiet for most of the day, but he knew she reached her tipping point.

Drake put his arm around and said, “The future Mrs. and I are-”

Jessica pushed his hand away and shouted, “Fuck it! Listen, I’m not okay. I’m picking up the wedding band for my boyfriend’s fiancé. JUST GIVE ME THE FUCKING RING, OKAY!”

Everyone in the store turned around, paying attention to Jessica’s outburst.

Jessica continued her rant as Drake began to cringe at the spectacle. “Let me just shout it for the people on the back. I’m the mistress!”

Drake shouted, “Garcia!”

Hi, guys! I’m broken. I love punishing myself. Oh, I’m stopping you from shopping? “Do you want me to leave!?”

Drake shouted, “Jessica, have you lost your mind!?”

A woman said, “Geezus.”

Jessica ignored him and turned her attention to the woman and said, “Fuck you. Just keep it moving; you’re getting your happy ending!”

Drake tapped the glass. “Give me the fucken ring. Just give me the fucken ring.”

Jessica snatched the box from the jeweler and said in a sarcastic tone, “I bet it beautiful and wonderful and has some beautiful perfect LiamISH detail.” Jessica opened the box and looked at the dull, uneventful ring. She scoffed, “Well, it certainly is basic, and well, Madeleine is a basic bitch, so it suits her. BUT it doesn’t matter what I think, At the end of it all, they will go off into the sunset, AND they live happily fucken after!”

“Jessica, please calm the fuck down. Out of all the shit you went through this is the moment you pick to meltdown in public? You know somehow this is better than at the UN gala.”

“I’m gonna dick punch Constantine TONIGHT. I’ve had enough! You know what Liam, Madeleine will probably starfish you, and well you like vanilla. SO ENJOY YOUR VANILLA SEX LIFE. Your gonna be think about my -”

The sales clerk let out an exaggerated gasp.

Drake shouted drowning Jessica out, “JESSICA, let’s get the fuck out of here. Let’s just have a drink.”

Baccarat Hotel -

Jessica’s hotel room balcony

Drake sat across from Jessica and poured her a drink, and handed it to her. Jessica walked over to the stone siding of the enclosure and pressed her rear end against it. She placed her plump plum lips to the rim of the and tossed her head back, taking it all at once. “Man, that makes my throat tingle. But it’s still smooth.”

‘Her lips are perfect. Fuck.’

Drake put his empty tumbler down; he smiled at her and said, “Jack Daniels… Tennessee Honey. Jessica, don’t go to the gala. We can just hang out and talk here.”

Jessica poured herself another drink and said, “You know Drake, you have been calling me Jessica a lot today. It feels nice.”

‘She noticed. Time to come clean.’

Drake poured himself another drink; he took a gulp and set it down, then said, “I have been hoping that you would fucken see me.”

Jessica looked at him, puzzled at his comment, “I’m looking right at you, and I’m not fucken drunk.”

“Jessica, I want you to look at me the way you look at him.”

“Drake, are you-”

Drake took the rest of his drink and set it down on the table, and stood up. “Why can’t you see that I’m in love with you?”

Jessica eyes got wide, and she said, “Drake, you’re in love with me? How long?”

His eyes averted; hers he was shocked at his very own outburst, saying aloud the words he held inside of himself for months. “In Italy, I wanted to cross that line with you. For months, I wanted you to look my way. Liam, doesn’t fucken deserve you. I want to. I want to try.”

Drake walked over to where Jessica was standing, held her face in his hands. She chewed her lip and said, Are you implying that you want to kiss me?” Drake took a deep breath and, in a low husky whisper, said, “Fuck yes.” He pressed his lips against hers, and she opened her mouth. Their tongues coiled and mingled and meet each other in the center like they should have been kissing each other for years.

Jessica dropped the tumbler on the floor and ran her hands through his hair as they kissed, closing her eyes and completely melting into him. There so much longing in his kiss she felt it in the pit of her stomach he was awakening something inside her. His kiss sent shivers down her spine as she held onto him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in closer, so they were flush against one another. “I want you,” he mumbled against her lips, an excited and fond look in his eyes. Jessica hesitated for a moment. Should they be doing this? She wasn’t sure, but the idea of how good it would feel was clouding any doubt she had about the situation. Jessica didn’t know what this was, but she wanted to explore it. So, she nodded, taking a deep breath and holding onto him.

Drake’s hands traveled to the small of her back as he said, “Just give me one night with you.” Jessica didn’t respond, and they continue kissing; Drake traced the shape of her ass with his hands before put lifted her dress dipped his hands in her lace underwear. He slowly moved his hand down to rub at her clit, making her moan out and arch her back. Drake got on his knees and gently lifted her left leg over his shoulder, his hand his “You feel so good,” he mumbled. He did not know how they survived without touching each other like this; she felt it too somehow; they were spending a lot of time with each other, and part of her resented Liam for even considering the option of a Cordonian arrangement. She could feel his desperation even more after a few moments went by. Her leg wrap around his neck and his hand holding her thigh to spread her legs giving him deeper access and it became more intense.

“You taste like honey,” Drake mumbled, slowly letting two fingers enter her. She sighed at the feeling, tilting her head back with a bit of groan. He also leaned down to lick at her clit, the two sensations overwhelming her. Her body jerked as she let out a little cry, her body pleasantly warm with pleasure. His two fingers started moving, crooking the spot that she wanted him to hit most. It was already so much.

He fingered her for only a bit before he took his fingers out and licked them. He then focused more on his skilled tongue work, looking up at her with clouded eyes. Jessica burying her fingers into his hair. “Fuck, oh my god, Drake!” she moaned out; her body was on fire. Jessica was dripping on herself, her nectar covering his mouth and her thighs. She felt close, warning him with a whine. He pulled away, making her gasp and groan.

“I want to be inside of you when you cum,” Drake said quickly, picking her up and taking her to the bed. She chewed on her bottom lip, leaning up to kiss at his neck as he hovered over her. They undressed each other, Jessica taking off his jacket and Drake taking off her soft dress. Drake tossed their clothing aside in favor of their desperation. “I want you so bad,” Drake groaned, grinding down onto her. “Let me show you how much I’ve wanted you,” he mumbled, pressing his thumb down onto her bottom lip gently, taking a moment to look at her as he slowly lined up with her and pushed forward, both of them gasping and then moaning out at the sensation of filling and being filled.

“Oh god,” Jessica moaned, looking up at him. Drake smiled and let out a moan in the back of his throat. She could see that he was holding back from moving immediately, pausing inside of her so she could get used to the feeling. Jessica, buck up her hips a little and tightening around him to encourage him to move. He ended up moving with a groan, closing his eyes and starting his thrusts.

They both groaned, Jessica, panting as he buried himself inside of her over and over again. “FUCK DRAKE,” Jessica gasped, holding onto him. Drake leaned down, caressing her cheek somehow even through his thrusts. He still was not going too fast to saver the moment she gave herself to. He happy to have this moment, this single moment of bliss with her, but if this was it for them, he wanted to make sure they could remember it.

Drake’s speed picked up, and he reached down to rub at her clit again. After being edged once, she was close. Her body felt positively electric as she moved closer to her climax. She was so warm, both with fondness and with her body heat rising so much. He continuously toyed with her clit, leaning down to give her a passionate kiss as she fell over the edge. Pleasure erupted through her body in a blind wave as she gasped against his lips, pulling away in favor of crying out in bliss. Her body jerked, and her head fell back, the tightening caused by her orgasm pushing him over the edge. His thrusts stilled as he buried himself deep inside of her, leaning over her with a loud groan of her name.

Originally published on 3.21.21 and transitioned to this URL on 10.21.22 by the original author. -J

[kaiobeast]

Haha, omg could you imagine that shitshow? So to add context, imagine that this happens in a post-Ultimate Enemy esque situation, where Danny doesn't turn into Dan after everyone he loves is killed, but still continues to protect Amity Park and the portal, albeit while extremely bitter and jaded about the whole thing, and has resigned himself to being a ghost-full time.

The revealed existence of ghosts brings Batman and Robin to investigate Amity. Danny finds himself curious and tailing the duo, both out of resentment and curiosity.

Eventually, he reveals himself to Jason when he has to save him from being attacked by a ghost. Jason is insatiably curious and has a set of wits and sarcasm to match Danny's own, and he finds himself liking the young sidekick despite his distaste for superheroes and sidekicks. Danny tolerates them for now, but he makes it clear that the pair are not welcome in his territory for long.

Danny is desperately lonely and hurt after the loss of his family, and despite his best efforts to be unapproachable, Danny bonds with Jason.

Over time, and through a lot of emotional labor, Jason becomes his friend, the ONLY person in the whole world that Phantom cared about, the only person who understood the depth of Phantom's issues and still tried to reach out to him. Danny constantly told Jason to leave heroing and debated with him about why having sidekicks and bringing children into battle is morally wrong, while Jason tried to show him that what they do is good and necessary and showed the good side of the hero gig and swore that Batman never let him take on more anything he deemed too dangerous and protected him from serious harm. Jason almost brought Phantom back into the hero fold. He was this close.

Then Jason fucking dies under Batman's watch.

I don't think Batman would let anybody besides himself break the news to Phantom because he already wholly blames himself for Jason's death, but he is absolutely not prepared for the full scale of Phantom's wrath nor the scope of what he was truly capable of. He knew Phantom would be extremely upset, but he was not ready for the full scale meltdown. Batman barely escapes with his life, and then he has to find and protect the Joker, the man who killed his son, because if Phantom finds him first, he's going to be strung across Gotham in pieces.

Joker would find this whole debacle absolutely hilarious, and doesn't quite understand how much danger he's in, so the whole time they're running from Phantom, Joker is making these awful heartbreaking jokes about Jason's death and Batman's incompetence and passing the blame on the already guilt ridden Batman. Eventually Batman snaps and nearly beats the Joker to death himself, but stops himself before he can land the killing blow. Then it's dead silent, save for the sucking gurgle of each of Joker's breaths before a chilling voice hissed in his ear:

"Well? Aren't you going to finish it Batman? Jason would be disappointed in you."

Then Phantom appears in all his rage and Batman does try to fight Phantom off at first, but Phantom's wrath and power is too much for an already physically and emotionally exhausted Bruce and he is forced to abandon the Joker to his fate. As he flees, the only thing he can hear is the hysterical laughs and shrieks behind him as Phantom literally takes his pound of flesh, and he tries to quiet the dark part of his heart that is viciously satisfied at Joker's suffering death... but he also knows that Phantom could and will kill him if they ever cross paths again.

For years afterward, Batman is constantly targeted by a bitter Phantom who always knows the right thing to say to open the wounds over Jason's death. It's to the point the Zatana and Constantine have to put multiple wards around Gotham just to keep Phantom out, because he will kill Batman and every one of his rogues if he ever gets in. Batman has had to step in more than once to save a wayward rogue that got caught outside of Gotham and thus targeted by Phantom, making Phantom even more bitter and angry towards him.

Then, Red Hood, the most vicious crime lord Gotham has ever seen is revealed to be Jason.

Batman, not knowing how to help Jason see reason, reaches out to Phantom for help, knowing that he is the only being in the world that could possibly help, since Batman knows that Phantom knows about Lazarus Water, possibly even more than Ra's al Ghul. Phantom reacts incredulously and angrily to the news, thinking that Batman might be trying to manipulate him because he's fearful of Phantom's power, but then once Batman is able to subdue Phantom, he proves that it is indeed Jason. Phantom reluctantly and with many conditions agrees to help.

Once in Gotham, Phantom bitterly lets slip how close Jason was to convincing him to join the League and starts to rant that he still blames Batman for Jason's death, how Jason was his only friend after losing his whole family, how bringing kids into battle is wrong, that it's the League's fault for not supporting Amity when they were begging for help, and is surprised when Batman agrees with him about everything and admits that they royally messed up with Phantom and that it's one of his greatest regrets and failures how they mishandled the situation in Amity Park. Batman also says how nobody regrets Jason's death more than himself and that Phantom is right about it being his fault and that he's sorry that Jason's death hurt Phantom so much and that he's glad Jason had made such a loyal friend. This shocks Phantom into silence.

Both Tim and Dick are extremely reluctant to allow Phantom into Gotham, citing all the times that the ghost almost killed Batman, but are unable to come up with an alternate plan. They threaten Phantom if he tries anything, and Phantom sneers back that they couldn't really stop him if he truly wanted any of them dead.

Once Phantom actually meets the Red Hood, he's shocked. He can FEEL the rage, feel the betrayal, feel the hurt and resentment that Jason has inside him towards Batman... and is surprised at himself at the rising sickness in his stomach. Jason reminds him too much of himself. Danny doesn't want Jason to be like him. Jason is a happy guy, a mote of light in darkness, not angry, he doesn't want Jason to be like Danny, angry and bitter and hurting no no nonono. Not like this. Not when he still has a family and a father who love him and are willing to bring one of their worst enemies, a monster, into their home for the small chance that they might be able to help him.

Danny is gutted by this revelation, and it makes him feel so empty, so hollow. He is not able to change Jason's mind nor calm his rage, and in the aftermath of the clash with Jason, invisibly follows Batman home and starts to haunt the Wayne mansion.

He feels so lost and with no other direction, he starts to follow Batman around on patrol. He can't find it in himself to be angry at the Bat anymore no matter how hard he tries, how deeply he reaches for it. So he lingers.

Eventually he starts to actively do small things to help Batman unlocking doors, tripping criminals, a touch of intangibility in the heat of battle, and surprises himself when he finds enjoyment from being helpful without Batman knowing that Phantom is there. It brings a wistful feeling of longing that he hasn't felt since before his family died and his life went to hell.

For months, this goes on. He sometimes sees Jason and he no longer has the steam to confront him directly, but Jason's hurt and rage makes Danny want to change. This true desire to save someone he cares about starts to put cracks in Danny's hardened heart, and he finds himself reexamining his life and his place on the earth. He decides that he will do everything he can to help Jason come back to himself, and that feeling makes him empathize with Batman's own broken heart and slowly erase the resentment in his heart towards the man.

As he haunts the mansion, still under the radar, his growing empathy for the Bats and sorrow from his old life make him long for human contact and to be part of a family again. He starts fancying himself as a one of the Waynes, invisibly joining in their lives, shadowing them on patrol, protecting them from harm, and joining into the family banter at the dinner table. He starts to feel like his old self again, and it terrifies him as much as it exhilarates him.

Despite this, Danny is very careful to never show himself to them, nor give any indication that he's there. He doesn't know if his heart could take another loss or rejection, plus, he's also tried to kill Batman so many times he sees no point to trying, and he resigns himself to being a silent watcher and protector. Whenever Jason clashes with Bruce, Danny takes it upon himself to make sure that neither side gets hurt too badly with subtle actions, and pushing positive feelings of PROTECTION and LOVE towards Jason as hard as he could. Danny would also follow Jason around, protecting him, and nudging him towards heroic acts instead of nursing his hatred. There's a few times when Danny is fairly certain that Jason knows he's there, but pretends he doesn't while always leaving out a second cup of coffee or leaning over so Danny can have a look at the newspaper or case file he's reading.

Things start to fall into a rhythm. Eventually, Jason and Batman have an uneasy truce. Danny continues to follow and protect all the Bats because at this point it's the only direction he has in his empty life. Another Robin joins the family, and Danny is surprised at his own jealousy that they accepted Damien so easily despite his numerous attempts to kill the Bats, and leads to stray thoughts that maybe... perhaps... But no, Danny isn't Bruce's son, and in fact, the last time Batman had actually seen Phantom, they were bitter enemies and Phantom had tried to kill Batman in a haze of pure rage. So no, absolutely not an option, just a fantasy.

He is deathly scared of being found out, but can't bear the thought of abandoning his post and possibly not being there and preventing one of his self-appointed charges from being killed or hurt again. So he stays in the stagnant limbo of protecting a family and city that he could not be a part of.

Then. Oh then. The past comes knocking. Shit starts going down, Gotham is under siege by creatures that cannot be touched, the city is on fire. A familiar face appears in the sky.

One of Danny's foes has appeared in Gotham, and the Bats are hilariously outmatched. Still, they fly into battle, Phantom dutifully right behind them, all the while the foe taunts and easily deflects everything the Bats throw at them. Jason, who knows the most about ghosts due to his proximity to Phantom, does his best to educate the rest of the family on the fly, but it's still not enough.

Danny is so conflicted. He knows the game is up. He cannot maintain a low profile any longer, and before he can think too hard about what he's doing, drops his invisibility and flies into battle just in time to save the entire family from being wiped out and taking a hit meant for one of them.

He can hear the gasps of surprise and shouts of astonishment, but he ignores them, just like he ignores the pain in his side. He has a fight to win now.

"I had heard you fled your post like a coward Phantom, but I'm surprised to see you here keeping humans as pets again. You just can't help it can you? How long can you keep these ones alive this time?"

With a roar, Danny throws himself into the fight. All the rage in his heart reignited, and he quickly started gaining ground. The fight quickly becomes more vicious, more brutal. Chunks of flesh are torn from each other, and the sides of buildings have great spatters of bright neon blood from being smashed into.

Danny is taking devastating hits and he knows he's probably painted the town with his blood, but he has to win. He has to protect them. But they aren't his family, aren't they? To them, he's a monster, a villain, that has tried numerous times to kill Batman. His strength starts to waver, and he takes a particularly brutal hit.

Suddenly, he hears shouting. Down below, the entire Batfamily has assembled and are cheering for him. They are cheering for him! He spies Jason, hands cupped around his mouth, screaming for all he's worth:

"YOU GOT THIS MAN, KICK HIS ASS! SHOW HIM WHO'S BOSS!"

And with a great surge of energy, Danny leaps back into the fight and musters all his energy into one final devastating attack. His ultimate trump card.

Phantom shrieks.

Every window in Gotham City shatters. Every person in a five mile radius falls into a dead faint. The air itself vibrates and pulses with pure power. The ghost dissolves, barely even knowing what him.

Then, Phantom falls, down down down.

His vision is blacking out. He can hear shouting and suddenly strong arms are around him, and he is no longer falling. Then there is a hard surface at his back and he trembled, understanding his complete vulnerability to anyone who wished to harm him, that his inevitable exile was coming.

"I have you. It's all right, you won. You did a good job."

Then he passed out.

When Danny woke up, it was not in a cage or strapped down to a table, but instead in a soft, warm bed. What?

"Welcome back. How do you feel?"

Danny looks to his side, and Jason is there. Danny no longer feels rage and hurt, but instead... protection? Love? Relief?

On his other side, sits Batman. Hood down. Face visible. Bruce Wayne.

"You gave us quite the scare there. We were so sure you weren't going to make it at first, but you pulled through."

Then Danny realizes with dawning horror that he is in his human form. They know who he is. They know his weakness and he is afraid. He is so so afraid. He starts to scramble to get up and run, fly away, but only makes it a single step before his knees weakly bend and strong arms catch him and prop him back into bed.

"Please. Don't go. I promise that you are safe here, Danny. We will not hurt you."

Danny's hands tremble. Batman knows his name. Knows his face. "What will you do to me? You should have me locked up and thrown away the key by now. I tried to kill you so many times."

"You also saved us so many times. Did you really think that I didn't know you were there? That I didn't notice and wonder about how many locked doors unlocked on their own, how many times a bullet should have hit me, or how many times an escape was foiled by a well timed trip or falling debris?"

Danny was silent.

"I suspected for a long time, and I fully expected you to attack me at first. But the attacks never came, and I started to wonder if I was going crazy and imagining things. Then you started to protect my children too, and I wondered if it was even you."

Batman straightened up and really looked at Danny.

"You... You're just a kid aren't you? You're even younger than I thought you were. All this time... you were a kid in way over your head and you were ignored when you asked for help. No apology is sufficient enough to make up for everything that has happened to you and your family."

Danny can hear the sincerity in his voice, and feel the sorrow in his soul. There's a thickness in his throat. A year ago he would have sneered in disgust and spat upon the extended hand, but now, he was just tired. He was so tired of being angry.

"I'm sorry too." he chokes out.

Danny can feel the tension in the room, but he continued.

"When I first started my stint as a hero, I didn't have anyone to help me. I had to figure out everything myself on top of maintaining my schoolwork and trying to have a social life."

Danny then laughed to himself softly.

"I became a hero, but it killed any chance I had at a future. I couldn't maintain good grades, ghosts took up all of my free time so I couldn't make friends, and I got labelled as a lost cause because I barely showed up to class and always failed tests. Even my parents gave up on me because I got so many truancy notices and failing grades from my school no matter how they punished me.

I started to resent being a hero, but I had no choice but to do it because I was the only one who had the specific power set to deal with it. At first, it was fun, but after a couple of years of going entire weeks on only four hours of sleep and failing to build anything like a chance at college, I wanted out. I was drowning. I needed help.

I started to hate that it happened to me, hated myself and everyone who entered this profession willingly. Hated that there were so many kids just like me out there doing this and being the sacrificial lamb without knowing what they're getting into and sacrificing their futures like I did."

Batman nodded in understanding and motioned to continue.

"After my family died, I was so angry. At you, at the League, at myself… I just wanted to hurt people the same way I was hurt… I blamed the League for everything wrong in my life. Jason was the only person to persist in reaching out to me, even when I tried to scare him away. He was the first real friend I had after losing everyone else I cared about. When he died, I completely lost my mind."

Bruce leaned forward, fingers steepled in front of his chin.

"Jason's death... is my single greatest regret and failure as a father. I blamed myself for his death, and still do to this day. I gave him the tools. I taught him the skills. I gave him the confidence by putting him in danger countless times. Joker may have been the one to kill him, but I was equally as responsible for it and it still haunts me."

"Everything you have accused the League of... and myself. It's all truth. I am planning on presenting a serious reform to the League for junior members and pushing harder to keep them on a normal career path. I cannot ignore what happened to you or Jason... WE cannot ignore it. There will always be a need for heroes in this world unfortunately, but the way we have pushed young metas into a hero's lifestyle before all other options are considered is wrong. I'm sorry you had to be the example for such shortsightedness."

Bruce stood up then and offered his hand.

"There's a place here for you if you'll have it. Alfred has been unbearable for weeks about setting a place for you at the table, but I didn't want to scare you away until you were ready."

Danny smiled then, probably for the first time in over a year and takes Bruce's hand.

"I... I think I'd like that very much. I haven't been a part of a family for a long time."

I want a Danny who wants to live. I want him running from the heroic stint he was forced into just trying desperately to live an average normal life not haunted by his parents or their great big portal fuck up.

I was his ghost form, as he starts to hate it and transforms less and less, to become more and more monstrous to fit the image of what it means that he's constructed in his head. More grotesque, and reminiscent of his death. His right arm permanently shriveled in a grim reminder of the incident that Kickstarted his stress filled teenage career.

I want a Danny that hates Batman, and Superman and Green Arrow, and Aquaman, and all the other heroes out there with kid sidekicks. He despises them for bringing more kids into this, letting them get so cemented into that way of life that they never even have time to concider any other career path than being responsible for everyone else's fuck ups.

I don't want himself scared of his past, I want him mad at it. Completely fucking outraged that as a fourteen year old who had just fucking died, he was let and even encouraged to take on the weight of responsibility for an entire town to the detriment of his social and educational wellbeing.

I want him to be a tragedy.

[lesbianmarrow]

actually my favorite part of legends of tomorrow is in season 7 when they crossover with riverdale and the waverider has a meltdown bc the riverdale timeline doesn't make any sense and then the whole cast has to sing together to make gideon calm down and take them away. but unfortunately they don't notice until later that they left constantine behind in riverdale and nobody wants to go back there for him but sarah insists bc it's her job to make sure the crew stays together.

and then when they come back for constantine they find archie teaching him the epic highs and lows of high school football, which constantine never experienced because he's british. and then archie and his friends enlist constantine's help in exorcising a demon from cheryl blossom because she's on an ungodly rampage only when they finally catch up with cheryl it turns out she wasn't even possessed by a demon she's just like that. and all the legends stop by the diner to have a milkshake before they leave

[kaitycole]

Barely Breathing

Summary: Liam continues to process and learn more about his mother, Eleanor

Word Count: 2521

Pairings: Drake x Riley, Constantine x Eleanor

Warnings: N/A

Part 10 of WP. To catch up read here.

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**I don’t own the characters, just borrowing them** 

“No.” Liam’s voice doesn’t raise above a whisper. He shakes his head repeatedly as if what he’s just read will change.

Panic fills his lungs with each breath as his chest tightens up. He presses his palms firmly into his desk as he stands up and walks over to his bookshelf. An entire shelf was dedicated to his mother; her favorite books, books she had read to him, framed photographs, her journals. His fingers gently grazed the spines of the books before he picked each one off the shelf one by one and threw them as hard as he could across the room.

He knew it would only be moments before guards burst into the room to check on him, he was surprised they weren’t already there. Book by book slammed against the walls of the office before he turned his attention to the photographs. Without hesitation, they too were smashed into the walls; glass shattering on impact and scattering across the wooden floor.

He wanted no reminders of his mother in the palace and soon stormed out and practically ran to the grand hall. Several guards tail him, but he just waves them off. He is on a mission now. Each step causes him to walk pass an oil painting of a previous ruler of Cordonia; each king and queen hung on this wall. Finally, he stopped in front of his mother’s: Queen Eleanor Rys. The commoner queen from Auvernese. Kindhearted Eleanor.

For months after her death, Liam could be found at this portrait. Sometimes he could be found sitting there reading one of the books she’d read him, but more times than not, he’d be found asleep, having cried himself to sleep.

But today, today he stands in front of this portrait and feels anger. He wraps his fingers around the frame and tries to rip it off the wall. For several minutes, Liam pulls and tugs at the painting trying to remove it from the wall.

“If she didn’t want to be Queen, Cordonia doesn’t need a reminder of her.”

“Your Majesty?” A guard slowly approaches the king.

“Have this taken down.” He walks pass him, “NOW!”

**

“Liam, honey.” Her voice is full of sleep which causes him to turn his neck in her direction. He looks down at his watch: 3:45 am and then back at Olivia, who is pulling the belt of her robe tighter.

He doesn’t answer her, he doesn’t know what to say to her. He doesn’t even think his voice would work if he tried; his throat burns from screaming at the night sky.

She takes a seat next to him on the bench near the garden that saw his wrath earlier that day. It’s not until he turns to look at her, just inches apart, that she can truly see his face. He’s paler than usual, black circles line his red, puffy eyes and he looks exhausted.

Something is said, but it’s too low for her to hear and when he repeats it, she watches the man she loves, completely shatter.

“She’s gone, Liv.” He starts crying, “She died three years ago.” He sinks to his knees in front of her, placing his head on her lap before letting, all the pain he’s ever felt, out.

----

Liam grips tightly to the side of his mother’s dress as they walk through the palace courtyard. It was one of the last days of autumn, the coldness slowly creeping into the air which meant the days of Liam and Momma adventures were winding down.

He looks up at her and smiles, he loves his momma. She’s was his favorite person and tied for his best friend with Drake. Lately she seems to be busier than usual, but Liam didn’t mind because she always made it up to him. She even snuck Leo and him into a restaurant so the three of them could enjoy a nice meal without the press a few days ago. And now they were going somewhere special on the palace grounds.

Eleanor looks at Liam who is beaming with happiness and her heart melts. Before she thought maybe he was missing out on having younger siblings since her and Constantine didn’t have any after him, but seeing him like this, he seemed perfectly content. Maybe Drake was what she hadn’t been able to give him, either way, she was happy that he had someone to lean on when she couldn’t be there.

“What’s this, momma!” Liam runs over to the brick structure before leaning over the side.

“Liam!” Eleanor sprints over there and pulls him back. Her heart beating out of her chest.

“Momma, did I do a bad thing?”

She looks down at him, his bottom lip poked out and trembling as tears pool in his bright blue eyes, “No, sweet boy. You just have to be more careful. You could’ve fell in.”

“I’m sorry Momma!” He throws his arms around her and she pulls him close to her.

“I know, baby.” She kisses the top of his head, “Wanna see what it is now?”

He nods, but keeps his head buried in her chest. She holds him for a little longer before they both stand up.

“This is a wishing well. You come here, make a wish and drop in a coin.”

“Does the wish come true?”

“Legend has it that they do.” She smiles at him as he looks at her with wide eyes.

“Momma, do you have a coin I could borrow?”

Smiling, she pulls two out of her coin purse and places one in his hand, “One for you and one for me.”

“You go first Momma. I want to make sure I do it right.”

Eleanor chuckles before closing her eyes for a moment and then flicks the coin off her thumb and they both watch as it falls down the well.

“You didn’t say your wish, Momma!” Liam whines.

“If you say them aloud, they don’t come true, silly.”

Liam straightens up his posture and holds the coin firm in his hand. He racks his brain, trying to come up with a wish. He could wish that Drake and him would be friends forever. Or that his dad would start treating Olivia better. Then it finally dawned on him what he should wish for and then he gently tosses the coin into the well.

“You want to tell me your wish?” Eleanor teases.

“No, Momma! I want it to come true!” He stomps his foot down, determined for it to come true.

“Okay, okay, sweet boy.” She reaches for his hand, “Let’s head back to the palace.”

*          *

The sun shines on his face, the warmth wakes him up as he rubs the sleep from his eyes. His head is heavy and throat sore from his meltdown last night. He rolls over, finally opening his eyes to see red.

“Liv?” Liam is completely confused.

She slowly wakes up, having fallen asleep kneeling by the side of Liam’s bed. Olivia tries to stand up but the stiffness in her knees cause her to stumble; Liam lunges forward, grabbing her arm and pulling her on the bed.

“What were you doing on the floor?”

“I planned on leaving once you fell asleep, but I must’ve been more exhausted than I thought.” She runs her hands through her hair, trying to tame it.

“Uhh,” Liam rubs the back of his neck, “There’s another half of the bed.”

Her face turns red, partially from his comment and the fact that his shirtless. And while she’s seen him shirtless before, she feels more vulnerable in this moment; plus, she knows now is not the time for such thoughts.

“I didn’t want to cause any rumors or cast shade on your reputation.”

“My reputation? How would my reputation look if people found out you slept on my floor?” He chuckles, shaking his head.

“I…Well…I’m sorry.” She drops her head down, completely embarrassed, “Sometimes it gets hard to friends with the king.”

Liam’s face drops, growing up titles didn’t hold much value to them, a title was a title in the eyes of a child. Maxwell, Bertrand, Leo, Madeleine, and Olivia all had titles and they just really shrugged at them. Well maybe not Madeleine. Even the fact Drake and Savannah didn’t have one, never mattered when they were children.

“Oh. I guess I never realized how much my title changed and how that changed our dynamic.” When Liam assumed the role of Crown Prince and then King, he took it in stride. He had never taken the time to think how his personal relationship had been changed.

“No, it’s just…” she sighs, “It’s hard sometimes to walk the line of Liam and the king. With just Liam, staying the night wouldn’t be an issue, we’ve been friends since childhood. But as the king, an unwed king, it’s a huge issue and inappropriate.”

“I’m sorry I put you in a compromised situation, Liv.” He begins to kick himself all over again when his father’s words ring in his mind: Kings don’t express emotions. Kings stay firm and strong. Him telling Olivia he didn’t want to be alone was him allowing his emotions to be in control of him once again.

“Don’t be,” She smiles at him, “Last night you didn’t need to be a king, you needed to be a human. A grieving son mourning the loss of your mother. I understood that.”

He presses his lips to her temple, a gesture he’s done several times before, “Liv, I don’t think I’d be able to function without you.”

She watches him walk to his bathroom suite before she turns her attention to her thoughts. Ever since Liam told her that the deaths of Eleanor and Jackson were faked, she felt she was holding her breath. She wanted to be there for Liam, to stay clear headed, but then last night happened and she learned Eleanor had actually passed.

However, Olivia wasn’t exactly sure what to think, while she didn’t think lowly of Queen Eleanor, she also didn’t hold her in such high regard as Liam did. Most of her childhood, Olivia was made to feel unwanted, like damaged goods and a stain of the fabric of nobility, but Eleanor never treated her that way. She took her in and tried as hard as she could to hold her close to her side, but Constantine would only allow a Nevrakis so close to the throne.

Part of her was almost happy that there was news Eleanor could be alive, she had lost one mother, losing Eleanor hurt just as badly. Though now, that hope was gone and if it crushed her as badly as it had, she couldn’t fathom what Liam felt.

*          *

“That’ll be all, Bastien.” Liam nods as Bastien bows and exits his office. It has been a little over two weeks since Liam had finished reading the files; since the night that Olivia had stayed with him through the night.

He thought maybe there was something between them, that their long-lasting childhood friendship would blossom into romance. A Nevrakis as the queen, Liam chuckled at the idea of his father rolling over in his grave. But once the initial haze of events blew over, he realizes that Olivia someone who should stay in his inner circle, not directly by his side. It was his need to cling to something constant, something that reminded him that his childhood wasn’t just a bunch of lies.

Before returning to Lythikos, Olivia expressed her concern and hesitation on him going to Montana to talk to Jackson. She made several points on how she didn’t think he would find the answers he was searching for, that what Jackson told him might not bring him the peace he wanted and that it could even backfire. While he wanted to side with her, to see where her concerns laid, he knew that he had to go. If anything, he needed to put a person to what he’s discovered instead of a fuzzy memory from years ago.

*          *

The next week is a long and tiresome game of phone tag between Liam and Drake; between Liam being on a business trip and Drake spending more time at the Walker Ranch, they missed each other’s calls frequently.

It isn’t until Liam has gotten back to the palace that he finally answers the phone when Drake calls.

“I was beginning to think you ghosted me.”

Liam laughs, “I’ll schedule diplomatic matters around your calls from here on out then.”

“How did the trip go?”

He rolls his eyes, “The country’s business part went fine, I gained enough support to pass the bill. It went downhill when my personal business was then discussed.”

“Uh oh. This sounds bad.”

“I was presented suitors. My father was unwed for way longer than three years when my mother…” He stops, he’s not sure what to say. When his mother died? When she ran off?

Drake catches on, “It was like ten years or so wasn’t it? Until he married Regina?”

“Exactly. Three isn’t that long.” Liam shakes his head, annoyed.

“But he did have two heirs,” Drake pauses, “Just saying.”

Liam sighs, “Maybe I’ll just name your child as my heir, get them off my back.”

Drake freezes, “What!? You can’t do that. That’s insane!” He continues rambling until Liam’s laughter causes him to stop.

“I’m kidding, that wouldn’t make any sense. Then what would happen to my first born?” Liam is still laughing, “Plus you hate nobility, there’s no way you’d allow it.”

“And the court says I’m the bad influence.”

“Anyway, the reason I’ve been calling isn’t just to give you a heart attack. I want to come to Montana.”

Drake slowly processes Liam’s words. They had the space to accommodate him staying for a few days and Riley would love to see Liam again, but he wasn’t sure he was ready for the two worlds to collide. He and his dad had just started talking more often and he wasn’t sure he was ready to open that part of his world up to Liam.

“I know it’s a lot to ask, but I just want to hear Jackson’s side. I have questions too. I have things I want to lay to rest with this whole situation.”

“Yeah, I understand. Does next week work? Just so I have time to tell Dad and Riley.”

“Of course. Just let me know and I’ll have Bastien take care of the arrangements.”

*          *          

“Everything is in order, sir. Whenever you’re ready, we can leave.”

“Maybe I should stay here.” He lets out a sigh, “I mean what can Jackson really tell me, he’s not my mother.”

“No, but he was a part of her life and does have insight that could help.”

“What if…what if her life was better? Better without me?”

“Sir, I watched Queen Eleanor with you, there’s no world where her life was better without you. Don’t forget that you were everything to her.”

“That used to be easy to remember, nowadays, not so much.”

[galahadwilder]

I want a Good Omens/Hellblazer crossover where John Constantine is so confused as to why this demon is so bloody nice and Crowley is having a “meet-a-celebrity” meltdown over this Liverpudlian conman who manages to piss Hell off so badly that the entire hierarchy knows his name

[evilminji]

You'd want to punch Constantine too if some asshole kept blindly siding with random assholes and Banishing(which really HURTS and is traumatic and scary) folks out of THEIR HOMES, which were invaded by living folks who start WRECKING the place with out so much as a "hey there, new roomie!", and causing people to have Obsession driven meltdowns!

Does he bother to TALK to people? Calm things down? Do a little mediation, maybe? So ghosts KNOW WHATS GOING ON? No. Just "Boozed up trechcoat! Here to throw fire in your face on the second worst day of your life! Then take your family home so they can make a condominium!"

Not everyone WANTS to "move on"! Be this asshole is out here, with his Human-centric, Living Are Always Right, bullshit veiw points, forcing little old ladies and kids into the Zone! They're TERRIFIED. All they wanted to do was stay somewhere familiar.

Play in the parks they've always known. Watch the flowers and people who walk by. But noooooo! Can let Ghost STAY. Gotta kick them out! They "Don't Belong"!

SAYS WHO!?

And like? Flash and Wes are all >.> <.< This.... this feels like it's been building a while, huh? *continued ranting filters over the phone*

*and it continues*

*and continues*

*WOW he's upset*

*someone finally wrestles the phone away.* Yeah, we'll send those papers! And Sam's Ethics in Magic Manifesto. Things a BRICK! But a good read! Danny, get OFF THE TABLE. NO FENTON FAMILY BLOOD FUEDS-!*click*

DP X DC Prompt #42

While following Danny, Wes manages to accidentally recreate the Flash Accident. So he hunts down the best person to ask for advice. Barry Allen.

(Eddie Thawn could be funny tho)

[badchoicesposts]

Don’t Dream It’s Over Chapter 3

Series Summary: Liam and Ali thought that their relationship was perfect, but their whole world came crashing down when Constantine called him back to Cordonia. Four years later they meet again at Liam’s bachelor party, determined to make things between them work even if it isn’t always easy.

In this AU, Liam and MC (Ali Moonessar) dated for a year in New York while Leo was still crown prince. They broke up when Constantine asked Liam to come back to Cordonia, but they meet again at Liam’s bachelor party before the social season. The story will contain flashbacks, which will be italicized, of their relationship and follow them as they try to navigate the season with Ali as a suitor. I’ve messed around with the timeline a bit so that it fits the story better. I’ve also added in a few OCs of my own.

Pairing: Liam x MC (Ali Moonessar)

Word Count: 2,752

Taglist: @flowerpowell, @timmagicktoad, @kingliam2019, @ao719, @emceesynonymroll, @hopefulmoonobject, @dcbbw, @qammh-blog

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A/N: In this chapter you’ll get to learn a bit more about Ali’s family. 

This is my first time ever posting a fic. Please let me know if you enjoyed it and would like to read more. I thrive on validation, lol. Thanks for reading!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Ali had spent time in Drake and Liam’s apartment before. She spent most of her time there if she was being honest. She was lucky that Drake liked her enough to tolerate her presence there as much as he did. However, she had never really spent much time in the apartment alone. One of them was almost always there with her. 

She let herself into their apartment, looking around as she waited for Liam to come home from work. It was strange to be here without either of them. This place had been a second home to her for the past six months, but without Liam, it seemed big, cold and empty. Ali kicked off her shoes and made her way into Liam’s room. She dropped down onto his large bed, the soft mattress relaxing her muscles and alleviating some of the ever present pain in her lower back. 

Her eyes began to close as she gave into the drowsiness that had overtaken her body. However, the peaceful moment was interrupted as a sudden chill went up her spine, and she immediately shot up in bed. A soft scratching noise seemed to be coming from inside the walls, and the lights above her head flickered. She looked around the room frantically for a moment before the scratching noise chased her out to the living room, where she waited impatiently for her boyfriend to come home. 

When Liam arrived he saw Ali curled up on the couch, the decorative throw blanket pulled up over her head. Even though he had sat with her and calmed her down, it was obvious that he thought she was being ridiculous. He had laughed at the suggestion that what happened had anything to do with the supernatural universe and simply went to change the light bulb. Ali had the same experience several times after that night. Each time a chill would run up her spine before she heard the scratching noise and saw the lights flicker. Each time she had felt a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, and each time Liam had blamed it on faulty wiring or old light bulbs.

This time, however, Liam was lying in bed next to Ali when it happened. His face had been buried in her neck, and as he began to press gentle kisses to the skin there, the lights flickered. She jumped out of his arms as the scratching began and looked at him pointedly. 

“There’s a fucking ghost in your bedroom,” she said, almost hysterical at this point as she watched Liam look around the room with furrowed eyebrows. 

“I’m sure there’s a logical explanation for this,” he said calmly, attempting to pull her back down next to him.

She pulled her arm away from him and placed her hands on her hips. 

“There is no logical explanation for this,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm around the word ‘logical’. “You have to move.”

Liam began to chuckle as he looked at the girl fondly. He stood up and walked over to her, wrapping her up in his strong arms. As his body enveloped her much smaller one, she could feel his chest vibrating with laughter.

“Don’t laugh at me!” she said angrily, her words muffled as she spoke against his bare skin. 

“Sweetheart, I promise you there’s no ghost,” he said, trying to hold back his laughter, as to not frustrate her further. 

“Then why does that keep happening?” she asked, turning her head to look up at him. 

Liam brushed one of her dark curls out of her face and kissed her forehead gently. 

“I promise I’ll talk to the landlord, and we’ll figure it out,” he said softly. 

Ali pulled herself out of his arms and made her way back over to the bed.

“You won’t figure it out because it’s a goddamn ghost,” she grumbled under her breath, pulling the covers up around her.

Two strong arms pulled Ali backwards, and she crashed into a hard chest. She looked up to see Bastien holding her close and reaching to grab Liam’s arm as well. Another member of the royal guard pushed his way in front of the two of them, stopping the reporters from getting too close. Bastien kept one arm wrapped protectively around her small frame, and his other hand rested on Liam’s back as he guided them towards the hotel. His jaw was clenched, and as the three of them rode the elevator back up to their floor in an awkward silence, Ali could tell he was extremely agitated. 

The rest of the guys from last night were all lounging around the sitting area of Liam’s room when they entered. They were each nursing their own hangover, but could easily tell that something was wrong as a negative energy entered with them. Maxwell looked over at them from where he was smothering jam on a piece of toast. The look of hope that was on his face from seeing them enter together quickly disappeared. 

Bastien paced up and down the length of the room, and for a few minutes everything remained completely silent.

“Your father is going to be furious,” he finally spoke. 

He didn’t look angry anymore. Instead, a look of concern crossed his features. Liam released a deep breath and his shoulders sagged the slightest bit. 

It was unsettling for everyone to see him look so defeated. He had always been strong-minded and strong-willed. It had been drilled into his brain from a young age that he should never show weakness and that it was always necessary for him to carry himself with an air of confidence. 

Ali stood glued to her spot by the door, not knowing what to do. The only time she had seen him like this was right before he had gotten on the plane back to Cordonia. Every one of her instincts told her to go to him and comfort him, but there was a voice in the back of her head saying that it wasn’t her place anymore. Even if it was, she wouldn’t know what to say. The world of media and nobility wasn’t one she knew anything about. Instead she just watched him. She watched as he took a breath, straightened his spine, squared his shoulders, and put on a mask of neutral expression. 

“I’m sure my father will find some way to properly address the press as he’s done for Leo several times in the past,” he began calmly, before turning to face her, “Ali, you were completely right. I have a responsibility to Cordonia, and I should have never said the things that I did last night or this morning. It was a poor judgment call on my part. I apologize for upsetting you and my momentary lapse in judgement. I’m afraid you won’t be able to leave until the crowd outside disperses, but you are welcome to remain here in the meantime. Please excuse me.” 

With that, he walked to the bedroom of the suite and closed the door behind him. His words were short, and Ali could see that he was struggling to say them with as little emotion as possible. However, knowing this gave her no comfort as she once again felt tears stinging her eyes. He spoke as if he were addressing the public as a politician, not to the person that he claimed to love. She roughly bit down on her lip, desperate to not cry in front of a group of men that she hadn’t even known for twenty-four hours. She felt exposed, and she wanted to run and hide. But, her feet were rooted to the floor. 

Drake approached her slowly and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, but she barely registered his presence. 

Ali wasn’t sure how long she stood there watching the door that Liam had just disappeared behind, but she probably would have been there longer if the sound of several phones going off hadn’t pulled her out of her thoughts. Maxwell, Charlie, and Leo all pulled out their phones and skimmed through something before looking at her and each other nervously. 

“What is it?” she asked, her voice hoarse. Maxwell made his way over to her cautiously and handed her his phone. 

“Damn, they work fast,” she heard Drake say as he looked down at the phone over her shoulder.

The web page was opened to a Cordonian news site, and the title “Prince Liam’s Bachelor Party Hook-Up” was staring back at her in bold letters. There were pictures of the two of them kissing on the street outside the hotel and some of the group leaving the bar last night. The reporters had caught bits of their conversation, and the article told of how he begged her to stay with him, speculating how the pair knew each other. 

Ali handed the phone back to Maxwell and stepped so that her back was pressed against the wall, depending on it to keep her upright. She was aware that everyone in the room had their eyes on her now. Taking a look at her own phone for the first time that day, she saw several frantic texts from Cole’s sister, Emma, and a few from his older brother, Luca, asking where she was. 

“Moonessar, do you want to take a walk? My room is right down the hall,” Drake said cautiously, as if he were expecting her to have a meltdown at any moment. 

“No,” she said, already bringing the phone up to the ear as she spoke. 

She listened to it ring several times, relaxing at the sound of the voice that picked up. 

“Luca, I need you to come get me,” she said, before turning and walking out the door.

************

Ali had known the Larson family her entire life. The four Larson siblings had been born into a household with an abundance of money but absentee parents, and when Ali was young, her mother had worked as a maid and nanny for them. Ali grew up alongside the siblings and became fast friends with Cole and Emma because the three were close in age. When both of Ali’s parents died in a car accident, Cole’s older brother, Ezra, had insisted that she move in with them. She was only nineteen and had been such a mess at the time that they all agreed it was for the best. She had been living with them ever since, and the Larsons had become the siblings she never had and the family she needed. They had always been there for her.

Luca was the oldest of the four siblings, and even though he and Ali couldn’t be more different, their connection had always been different than they one she had with the others. Luca was the most put together person that Ali had ever met. He had expensive tastes, always wore a suit that had been perfectly tailored to his body, and was a prominent lawyer in one of New York’s biggest law firms. However, regardless of their differences, Luca and Ali seemed to balance each other out and had a natural chemistry that made them unstoppable when they worked together. Luca was kind-hearted and very obviously cared for her in a way no one else ever had. 

The other siblings had often joked that the two should just get married and finally make Ali an official Larson, and while Ali knew that Luca was everything she could possibly want in a partner, there was always a piece of her that couldn’t commit to a relationship with him. It was the piece of her that had always and would always belong to Liam. She had casually dated other people after Liam, but she had too much history with the Larsons to even consider that with Luca. If she entered a relationship with him, there would be too much pressure from the family for them to get serious, and she knew that she wasn’t able to fully give herself to him. So, she didn’t, and instead they had formed a different relationship. They weren’t like siblings, but they weren’t in a relationship either. She couldn’t explain what they were. They were just close.

Now, sitting in the front seat of Luca Larson’s car with tears streaming freely down her face, Ali wanted nothing more than for him to pull her into his arms and tell her that everything was going to be okay as he had done so many times in the past. 

“Luc, I-I m-made a mistake,” she choked out as he pulled into the parking complex a few blocks away from the building they lived in. 

After parking the car, Luca turned in his seat to face her and placed a hand on her knee, tracing soft circles on it through her jeans. 

“Let’s get you inside. We can talk there,” he said softly. 

He got out of the car and ran to the other side to open her door for her. He kept her locked tightly in his embrace as they rode the elevator up to the large penthouse apartment they all shared. Upon entering the two were met with the angry face of Emma Larson. 

“Where were you? You know that if you spend the night away from home you’re supposed to let someone know! You’re lucky we didn’t call the police!” she began, before Luca shot her a look that quickly shut her up. 

Even though Emma was the youngest in the household, there was no doubt that she was the one in charge. She currently had a tape measure hanging around her neck and was clutching fabric scissors tightly in her hand. From a young age she had been into design and had recently been trying to make her way into the world of fashion. She tended to “stress create”, and it was evident that she had been doing so for quite some time as there were varying fabrics in different colors spread across the living room floor. Her loud voice had pulled Cole and Ezra out of the kitchen, and they both straightened their bodies into a protective stance upon seeing Ali’s tears. Luca led her over to the couch, and Ezra went back into the kitchen to get her a glass of water before joining the group. 

“What happened?” Luca asked, his voice was gentle as he spoke to her.

Ali shakily pulled up the article on her phone and handed it to him. She watched as his jaw clenched momentarily while reading it and had to stop herself from crying even harder. 

“I’m sure it’ll all blow over in a day or two,” he said, a soft sigh escaping his throat as he handed the phone to his siblings. 

“The article isn’t what I’m upset about,” she breathed out. “I- I slept with him, and I shouldn’t have. I know I shouldn’t have, but I saw him last night, and I didn’t know how to let him go again.” 

“You slept with him?” Emma exclaimed.

“Well, obviously. What did you think she was doing when she didn’t come home last night?” Cole asked casually as he lounged back in his chair. Ezra and Emma both glared at their brother. 

“I feel so stupid. You should have seen him this morning. After we got mauled by the press it was like he just turned all of his emotions off. After everything, after telling me that he loved me, he just dismissed me like it was nothing in front of all of his friends. It was humiliating. God, I’m such an idiot.”

A fresh wave of tears began to fall down her cheeks, and she pushed off her glasses.

“This is all your fault!” Emma said, glaring angrily at Cole.

“How is it my fault? I didn’t tell her to sleep with him!” 

“You don’t leave your friend alone in a bar with their ex!” 

“I didn’t leave them alone! All of his friends were still there! Drake was there!”

“Children, please,” Luca said in an exasperated tone, his siblings’ antics only furthering his frustration. 

Ali buried her face in the decorative cushion next to her, wishing that she had actually used her common sense the night before and hating Liam for the things that he said. In a hotel room less than an hour away from her Liam was staring at his computer screen, hating himself for hurting her and dreading the conversation he was about to have with his father. 

[krzys2000]

@fancycat-thesilvertux I think that Jack and Madie problem is not that thy are bad parents it is that they countertrade on one thing and put their 100% into it. So when they realise it I predict meltdown of epic proportions

Silly Jazz they can they just need reach for right helpers.

I think it would be time to call mandatory fenton family gathering. No matter if you are member by blood marriage adoption or friendship. Wouldn't it be funny if Waynes (or Alfred and therefore batfam) and Constantine would be members of extended/branch Fenton clan? Just imagine their wtf

You forget that Danny didn't want to be hero (but did it because he feel responsible for portal opening) and he can be vengeful little shit when he wants

Chaotic time is treat. Also I can see Danny turning him in mad scientist and encouraging him (Danny may not have good grades currently but he modified all that fenton teach)

Prompt based on this meme:

Danny: What you got there?

Ellie holding a smoothie in one hand, and with kiddie Tim tucked under one arm, drinking his own smoothie: A smoothie.

Basically, Ellie adopting kiddie Tim. She’d been doing her cross country fly trip, visiting Gotham. Going invisible to not be spotted, Ellie ends up spotting the Bat and bird’s tag-along, a little kid that’s lugging around a camera.

Of course, she’s interested in what his deal is. This is a little kid that’s out late at night chasing vigilantes who are chasing criminals. Does he have good blackmail photos?

And look, she didn’t really intend to adopt a kid, but now she had because he’s a neglected child in a mansion too big and too lonely that he sought to keep himself sane by chasing after vigilantes.

Ellie is only a bit older than Tim, so she can’t be his mom, so she settles with being the most badass sister, second only to Jazz! Because it’s Jazz. She has the right to the #1 title.

Tim meanwhile is finding himself enjoying having an older sister that can walk through walls, disappear, and fly! It makes getting pictures of Batman and Robin so much easier with her help!