#I don't know if it's me or: but Constantine asking for help should be more obvious than the other JLD precisely because he's a summoner???
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So why do I think he wouldn't do:
He knows who's behind it and so far Ida has only done these two things after things went wrong. (Considering the problems he has with his other exes, it's nothing compared to that.) If he breaks them up now, he knows she will be that's because he enters Amity Park.
Otherwise he must investigate the city and therefore be discreet. Directly announcing your presence to another magic user who has been in town for a long time is not the best idea.
Breaking the magic of an artifact from a distance and without knowing its location, its materials, etc. is a high level of difficulty if not impossible. Constantine is powerful, yes, but even he has his limits. And once again he must be discreet
Breaking a magic requires materials specific to this magic, once again without being able to get closer to obtain more information it is a good way to waste rare/expensive magic materials in the void or to modify the spell without necessarily break and perhaps make things worse or even have a backlash that could temporarily knock him out. while going to alert ida.
And for all he knows, Ida could be involved in what's happening at Amity Park. He can't afford to alert to her (or the new owner of the collar). And if it is unrelated to an ida (or new owner) getting angry still risks destroying all coverage/discretion
Also a small reminder, there is a curse AND an object has been eliminated
Constantine is a powerful character, far from stupid, who is resourceful, etc. But even before banishing a demon, he must find out who or where the demon comes from in order to banish him effectively. It's not for nothing that he is regularly called a magical investigator and not just an exorciser or curse breaker even if in both cases it is part of his skills.
But let's say that he still does this and it works without accident:
Ida knows it as soon as it starts because she wears the necklace all the time / the curse of silence concerns her
She knows bad things happen when her ex is involved, so she warns her family IMMEDIATELY.
Sam is shocked to learn that magic is real and runs in the family.
Sam goes to tell her best friends, that magic is real (well, they already had an idea, thanks freakshow) and that she has access to it; But also that a blond guy is coming to town and it stinks
The Phantom team will react to this under the assumption that this guy is an antagonist (ida spoke ill of him AND they are still traumatized by freakshow the only other magic user they have known)
Meanwhile, Ida can renew the broken magic and expel Constantine or at least incapacitate him in various ways. Once again, for discretion, in the event of expulsion from the city… we can do better ^^'. And if Constantine has to constantly fight with Ida's magic while investigating, it's going to be quite a handicap. It's already frustrating having to have enough in your reserve just to enter this city that reeks of spiritual death.
Ida pendant
Ida Manson is Constantine's ex
that ended badly and she created magical distancing pendant and a silencing spell that prevents him from talking about her
When Justice League Dark sends Constantine to Amity Park, he can't even enter the city
he sighs, how is he going to be able to explain this without mentioning ida
#dpxdc#dcxdp#dc x dp#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#dc x dp crossover#ida manson#amity park#team phantom#john constantine#honestly I had made this invitation at the base so that Constantine would be the one to ask for help for once#ok they will laugh at him a little but he would see that they care about him and listen to him even if he doesn't is not physically present#or at least he asks just deadman for help#see ida having to negotiate with an invisible ghost hero to the person not sensitive to magic would have been interresent ... no?#constantine is a trickster character!#not a person who brute force when faced with a problem even if now he is one of the powerful magic user#he started at the lowest and scraped every little piece of power he could even if it meant getting his hands dirty in the process#but I guess now we just have a constantine investigating with an antagonistic phantom team with magical ida as a bonus#rather than finding a clever trick to get around the problem#:/ I suppose we can still make a creative story out of it#but it's a less rich premise and much less humorous#sorry to sound bitter but the way it was written really sounds like I'm being called stupid. I'm just trying to start a new dynamic#and not immediately fall back into the same head canon as the other threads dp + constantine#I mean: it's a bad start for Constantine not horrible#but what if Ida was the bad guy/cause of the Amity park problem?!!#but what if Ida was the bad guy/cause of the problem!!!#I guess what Constantine likes really doesn't want him to ask for help even if he's there in the name of the JLD#even if we've already seen him consult colleagues for information or... SUMMON beings!#I don't know if it's me or: but Constantine asking for help should be more obvious than the other JLD precisely because he's a summoner???#he knows his limits and saves himself/conserves his energy for an emergency
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Enough Caffeine to Kill an Elephant
Listen. It was an accident. He didn't mean to! It just kinda happened.
So maybe he brought a drink with enough caffeine in it to kill an elephant within a few minutes, and maybe he forgot to put the sleeve on his cup so he could tell it apart from the others, but it's not his fault! He didn't think anyone else was going to have the exact same Yeti cup as him! It's not like he'd seen any of the others carry one before. Besides, he worked with superheros. They should be smart enough to check before drinking someone else's drink.
Danny had been summoned by the Justice League Dark a few years back in order to help with a world ending crisis and he just didn't leave. It's not like he could go anywhere anyway. His ghost half hadn't grown past fourteen and his human half had stopped visibly aging at eighteen. He'd had to leave town as Danny Fenton, but he'd stayed in Amity Park as Danny Phantom. When his parents died of old age, thank god, he'd closed down the portal, stuck around for a few more years, before traveling the world as Danny Fenton.
Anyway, he'd taken up residence in the House of Mysteries after the JLD had summoned him. Constantine, at first, had been wary, but he and the rest of the JLD had grown to accept him. He was an honorary member of the team.
At some point, just after Robin had become Red Robin, Danny had been introduced to the Justice League. He liked those guys, too, and worked with them sometimes. Though, he usually only went to bug them.
Red Robin had been very interested in the fact that his was fourteen and working with grown heros, like he was one to talk, but Danny hadn't explained anything other than saying that he had died and come back. The following conversation was an interesting one that lead to Danny knowing that Nightwing was the Batman he'd met and that Batman was lost somewhere. He'd confirmed that the man was not dead, but he hadn't offered to help look for him. He probably should have, in retrospect.
Back on topic! Everyone in the JLD knew not to touch Danny's drink. They'd all seen him make it before and had been horrified on varying degrees. It's not like it could kill him. He's already half dead! So long as he only drank this specific brew as Phantom, he'd be fine.
The Justice League, apparently, didn't get the memo. He blames Constantine because Zatanna and Raven can do no wrong. No, John, he's not biased.
The point is, Red Robin just had a sip of Danny's drink. The horror he now felt was akin to the fear he held when he'd told his parents he was Phantom. (An interaction that had gone very well, thank you very much.)
Danny knew the exact moment that the vigilante realized he grabbed the wrong drink. His eyes widened to an astonishing degree, and, if he'd been able to seen his eyes behind the mask, Danny knew that the man's pupils would've completely overtaken the irises. His hands started shaking, too. Oh, no. The man's already addicted to hellish amounts of coffee. This is only going to make it worse!
Quickly, and without drawing any attention, thank the Ancients, Danny rushed over. "You, um, you okay, man?" Obviously not, but he tends to talk when he's anxious and he was certainly anxious right now. He could've possibly just killed a man via poison!
"What the fuck is in this coffee?" Red Robin asked, going to take another sip.
Danny pulled the Yeti from his hand and gave him the proper one. "Enough caffeine to kill an elephant."
"Obviously not, seeing as I'm still alive."
"Yeah, I can't tell if that's a good thing or not."
"Excuse me?"
"I-I mean-! I didn't-! You know what I mean." Caffeine is poisonous in excess, and his drink was way beyond excess, but it's the only thing that works for him as a ghost! Superpowered metabolism and all that.
"Do I?" The laugh in his voice answered for him. He took a sip from his drink and frowned at it. "I don't think any coffee will ever be enough again."
"And that's my cue to get my drink very far away from you." Danny turned, fully intent on moving to the other side of the room. Besides, the meeting was going to start as soon as the Flash and Kid Flash arrived, which would be soon. Something about one of their Rouges getting out?
"What?" Red Robin asked, "Why?" If he was a little desperate to get another sip of that coffee, he'd rather not acknowledge it.
"Because you don't need anymore lethal coffee," he muttered, "The sip you took will already keep you awake for three days at least, and it probably jump started an addiction. Best to stop it now. Besides, I need to go have my crisis on how the hell you're still alive after even a sip of this stuff."
"Again, rude." The bird themed vigilante crossed his arms as best he could while holding his cup. "If it's so dangerous, why do you drink it?"
Danny took a deliberate sip as he locked eyes with the technically younger man. "I'm dead. I don't need to worry about my heart stopping or having a seizure."
"Excuses."
"No, it's not 'excuses'. I'm saving your life."
"You're a kid. If I can't have that coffee, then you shouldn't be having it."
"First, I'm older than you. Second, I already told you: I'm dead. This isn't going to hurt me. Third, you can't tell me what to do."
"There's no way you're older than me. You're like, ten."
"I'm thirty-eight!" He balked, "I only look fourteen because I died when I was fourteen. We've been over this."
Neither noticed the entire Justice League looking at them. The two they were waiting on had arrived a few minutes ago and everyone was ready to start the meeting, but they'd been distracted by the two's conversation. Was that true? Had Phantom really died so young? They'd all been made aware he was not living, but they didn't think he'd died so young! Though, that was probably the denial speaking.
The Justice League Dark had been fully aware of this and didn't really bat an eye. Though, someone should probably get this meeting started. A potentially world ending threat was the topic, and that was a pretty important thing to discuss.
Captain Marvel was the first to pull himself together, though that was only after Atlas and Zeus had mentally slapped him out of his stupur. "As, ah, riveting as this conversation is," he stepped between the two boys- er, boy and man? "we really need to start this meeting."
Batman did not clear his throat because he'd not lost his voice in the first place. "He's right. Everyone take your seats."
Storyboard Part 2
#I wrote this instead of working on any of my current wips#dc x dp#justice league#justice league dark#red robin#danny phantom#writing prompt#brain child#no ships#should I continue this?#I've never written these characters (on my own) before but I've fallen down a rabbit hole and I felt the need to jump on the train#should I post other stories here?#would y'all be interested in seeing some of my other works?#I should actually link my ao3 here#I'll stop now#captain marvel#shazam#coffee#caffeine#justice league meeting#word ending threat#writing#fanfic#fandom#phandom#dcxdp#Enough Caffeine to Kill an Elephant
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my heart belongs to.. who? g.satoru
pairings: gojo satoru x fem! reader
cw: heavy angst, mentions of death, mentions of cremation, depression, starvation, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of self-harming, please read at your own risk!! NOT PROOFREAD AGAIN HELP (i'm sleepy alr but i want to update TvT)
a/n: here's the part two of the 'anyway, don't be a stranger.' yes the title has changed. also based from a song a piece of you by nathaniel constantin. that's all, enjoy reading ;) PLS NOTIFY ME IF YOU HAPPEN TO SEE TYPOGRAPHICAL ERRORS!! THANK YOU <3
now that you had lost your only strength to continue living, what should you do now?
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satoru doesn't know why something in him ached when he randomly spotted his best friend, his dear best friend, suguru with you, on a random place and at a random time.
your backs were turned to him but he surely didn't like the way you cling to his best friend, it hurts him in many ways he couldn't explain but, satoru knew too well that he doesn't have the rights to feel that way, that's because every pain and sorrow that has happened to his life would be different if he didn't do that one big mistake.
ever since the divorce, satoru never saw you again. you left and none of the people you knew where you've gone to. satoru thought it was for the best that you should be away from him because the moment he feels vulnerable again, he would look for your presence, even though you weren't together anymore.
although sometimes, satoru do hope that you didn't run away from him. he wanted to fix everything, to apologize, to try things with you again. he never wanted anyone other than you. you were the only person that could see his other sides, the only person who knew him very very well, the only person he wanted to grow old with but everything was too late already.
he shouldn't have listened to you when you pushed him away and there, he would've never saw the pain look in your face when both of you separated your ways, he would've never saw the way you tried to stop yourself from crying infront of him, and he would've never saw the way you accepted to keep your wedding rings so desperately as if he would still be around you if you keep it.
satoru regretted every decision he made up until now, it was all of his fault, it was his fault why you had to leave, everything was his fault, you didn't have a choice because of him and he hoped that you've already forgave him for that. he really hoped so.
because of the heavy thoughts, satoru didn't know why his feet brought him to his best friend's apartment. maybe to ask how you were doing? are you still single? do you have a new lover now? was it suguru? are you both dating? oh gosh, he hoped not. it could be anyone but his best friend.
"(name) trusted you with it suguru, you shouldn't break your promise." satoru suddenly stopped on his tracks. that was shoko's voice, he was sure of it.
"but, don't you think he still has the right to know? satoru's the father after all."
"you're right though but—"
"what did you just say?" both eyes were widened at the sudden appearance as satoru revealed himself from hiding as he went closer to his best friends.
"when did you—"
"i'm the father? what do you mean?" satoru asked as he furrowed his eyebrows and suguru looked away from him. satoru could recognize the worried look of his best friend's face. "shoko?"
"well.." she mumbled, looking at suguru.
"are you hiding something from me?" satoru asked.
"it's not like that—" shoko said.
"then why do you both look nervous?"
"satoru." suguru called as he felt shoko's hand stop him and she shake her head left to right. "i'm sorry, but he needs to know."
"needs to know what? come on."
"satoru, you had a child, with (name)." and he couldn't be more surprised as he looked at suguru, lost and confused.
"what?"
"yeah, unfortunately, sanyu is—"
"stop." satoru said as he placed a hand on his temples. "is this some kind of prank? therefore, it's not funny."
"satoru, i'm not lying." suguru said, his expression blank.
"no. that's— that would be impossible.."
"go talk with her, satoru. heh, in the end, i couldn't keep my promise to her, huh?" suguru said as he placed a hand on his nape. "i'll send you the address, go." and satoru didn't waste any more time as he walked towards the front door but suguru stopped him again. "satoru." he called and suguru almost laughed at the worried and somehow excited look on his best friend's face. it's been a while since he saw that.
"what?" satoru said, cleary annoyed and impatient as suguru lightly smiled at him.
"be gentle with her, she's still vulnerable." satoru didn't get what suguru meant by that as he finally left, following the map where suguru had sent him.
you knew this day would've eventually come as you stand face to face with your ex-husband, he was panting and you were just about to go back home from the convenience store.
"(name).." he whispered your name as he took a step close to you, another one, and then another one as he started sprinting, embracing you in his arms and no one knew how much he missed feeling you around his arms. you let him embrace you but you stopped yourself from doing the same thing, you just stood there.
"why are you here?" you asked as satoru pulled away, his sleeve flying on his eyes as he slightly rubbed it. he was about to tear up.
"is it true?" satoru asked and he hoped you get what he meant with the question as you slowly nod your head.
"let's go inside my home first. it's getting cold here. i'll tell you everything there."
and there both of you ended up inside your home as satoru quietly inspected the surroundings. there was your picture and his son hanging on the wall.
"here." you said, handing him a glass of water. "i'm guessing suguru told you?"
"no. i actually overheard them."
"i see."
"so, where's.. um— can i see our child?" he asked and your heart ached at his question. you thought suguru told him already?
satoru didn't know what to do you when you started sobbing as you covered your face with your palms.
"you can't." you mumbled, wiping your tears as you look down on your lap.
"i understand.. but if you're—"
"you can't, satoru. we can't—"
"i know. i know you still don't trust me but i promise i will—"
"he's gone, satoru! don't you understand it? he's gone, he's dead, we can't see him anymore!" you exclaimed. everything was just overwhelming and you didn't mean to yell at him. "i'm sorry." you mumbled, once again, covering your face with your hands as you cry.
you felt his presence beside you as he wrapped his arms around you. he didn't know what else to do and satoru thought being close to you will help, being close to you will maybe help his almost shattering soul.
"i'm sorry." satoru said as he felt your arms around him. was this suguru meant when you were still vulnerable. he should've asked suguru to be more clear so there, satoru would know how to comfort you very well.
"i'm sorry, satoru. i kept him away from you when he wanted to see you. i should've pushed aside my own feelings and let sanyu meet you but i just couldn't, and now guilt is eating me up. it's my fault he couldn't see his papa on his last days. it was his last wishes but—"
"shh, stop it already. it's okay. don't blame yourself."
"i'm really sorry." no. satoru told himself he doesn't deserve your apologies and thinks everything was his fault to begin with.
"it was my fault that i couldn't be there for you. for our son. i deserve all the blame." satoru said as you slightly pulled away from him as you wiped your tears.
"it's not your fault either. sanyu was born with a weak heart. i couldn't protect him with that, no?" you said as you placed your hands on your lap.
"when we met at the parking lot, was that?.." you nodded your head in response as you recalled that day.
"that was the day after sanyu died." you mumbled and satoru couldn't help but clench his jaw. if only he knew.
satoru snapped out of his thoughts when he felt you sit up from the couch as you kneeled infront of the small table, taking something beneath it as you went back beside him.
"come, i'll show you his pictures." you said as you smiled at him and satoru couldn't help but mirror you. just for now, maybe you both could be happy, even just for now.
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"he even cut his own hair, look!" you exclaimed, pointing a certain picture as satoru laughed with you.
he missed a lot things. when you were carrying his child, when his son was born, when his son was growing up. he wasn't there to witness everything and he almost– no, he regrets it so so much.
"i almost dyed his hair black 'cause he reminds me of you so much." you sighed as you closed the album, finally reaching its end as you place it on the table.
"we really do look like each other." satoru said as you lightly smile at him.
"you're not wrong." you responded and suddenly, it became silent.
"i'm sorry (name)." he started as you stayed still in your position. "i tried looking for you." he continued as he held your hand on his with you still avoiding to look at him. "why didn't you tell me before?" he said and that's what made you look at him. is he seriously asking you that?
"i don't know, satoru. do you?" you asked and he was completely taken aback.
"you should definitely go home now, someone might be waiting for you.." you said as you stand up from the couch, only for him to stop you by your wrist.
you looked at him for a moment and he did too. he opened his mouth to speak but no words came out as your hand slowly slipped out of his grasp and you turned your back at him.
"if you want to know more about sanyu, just ask."
it's been a week since you and satoru talked things out. it felt good to be able to talk everything with him. you thought at some point that satoru will hate you even more for not informing him about his son's existence but it was the opposite.
and maybe, you shouldn't have stalked his social and there you wouldn't stumble on his ex' account, because you never knew that it would hurt you this much, that it would hurt your already, broken heart.
you felt some type of jealousy seeing his family be happy in those pictures. they even went on a trip, on different places and many more. satoru looked happy. maybe if those mistakes were prevented back then, it would be you, him and sanyu.
there were missed calls and unread messages from suguru and shoko but you didn't have the energy to reply to each of them.
you just wanted to lay in your bed all day, almost wishing that sanyu would knock at your door asking for a help with his assignment, but no, it wouldn't happen anymore. you were all alone now, you'll never be able to feel happiness again, everything felt too empty for you to feel any type of emotions except for sorrow.
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your eyes slowly opened when you felt something cold in your forehead.
"you're finally awake."
"what happened?" you asked as you tried to sit up from the bed, only for satoru to push you back.
"don't stand up yet. you passed out on the living room. you've been sleeping for a day already. are you eating? don't starve yourself." he talks too fast that you almost didn't catch his words.
"why are you here?" you asked.
"well.. i guess i want to know more about sanyu." he said as he hesitantly looked at you. "i'm sorry for walking around your house without your permission but, i saw a small shrine on the room beside here. is that sanyu's?" satoru asked as you nod at him.
"i forgot to tell you but i had sanyu cremated."
"okay, i understand."
"you can visit him anytime if you want."
"that would be great. thank you."
satoru did visit once a week. you noted that it was always on thursdays, just like suguru had told you that satoru's always available on thursdays.
your house would be messy if satoru wasn't around but if you knew that he'll be visiting, you'll force yourself to clean the house. you didn't want him to see you in worst state again, not anymore. he didn't have to know that you were starving yourself, that you would only eat when he brings you food.
he doesn't need to know. not that he would care, right? satoru is not in the position to care for you after all. he only visits for his son, it's wasn't because of you. maybe you should stop being delusional and face the reality that satoru and you couldn't work together anymore. he already has a family on his own. he has nothing to do with you anymore. a part of you is still hoping though but then again, he doesn't need to know.
there was a time where satoru visited you on tuesday. it was unexpected that he caught you almost hurting yourself. house and room messy.
it hurts him to see you like this. he couldn't help but to compare the old you to the you now. a big difference. he doesn't see you smile anymore. he doesn't hear your laugh anymore.
"you needn't to hurt yourself, okay? tell me if i can help in any way." he said as you sit on the couch, knees close to your chest as you stare at nothing.
your thoughts was playing with you because all of the sudden, you recalled everything that has happened between you and satoru. his mistakes, his wrongdoings, his happy family. your blood started to boil and you couldn't help but blame him in your mind. that it was his fault why sanyu have to suffer.
"hey, i know it still hurting you but—"
"you know nothing!" you exclaimed which took him off guard. he was unfamiliar with that look in your face.
"(name), calm down." he said as he tried to reach for you, only for you to slap his hand away.
"shut up! don't order me around! can you just leave my house?" you yelled. "this is all your fault." you mumbled and satoru heard it loud and clear. you weren't wrong though. "leave! i don't want to see you anymore. i hate you."
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and even if you push him as many times as you want, satoru would not lose hope. he still visits you and sanyu. though he took note of the changes in your mood sometimes.
satoru visited late than usual. you already fell asleep on the couch. you swore you weren't waiting for him or something. it just happened that you got tired from the cleaning the house.
after the usual visit of you and satoru in your child's room both decided to eat the food he brought.
"sorry i was late. i had a hard time choosing a ring—" he cuts off himself with a fake cough as he looked away from you. "anyway, sorry for making you wait."
"it's fine. thank you for bringing me food."
"of course."
today, you seemed a lot more good now. satoru can notice you smile everytime. he didn't want to assume that you're smiling because of him though.
"is there something wrong?" he asked when he noticed you staring at him.
"i'm fine. thank you for visiting." you said as you walked satoru at the front door. "oh wait." you said, walking back to your room as satoru stood still on the front door and you went back after a minute.
"take this." you said, handing him a certain necklace.
"for me?" satoru said, taking the necklace in your hand.
"i asked them to put a little bit of sanyu ashes inside. you can't open that anymore since they locked it." satoru's eyes widened at your words.
"thank you." he said as you smiled at him.
"here, let me help." you said, as you wear the necklace on him. "sanyu will always be by your side, wherever you are." you said as you smiled and suddenly, satoru turned around, his face was too close to you and you think he could almost hear on how loud your beating heart is.
you awkwardly took a step back as you cleared your throat to ease the awkward tension.
"thank you (name), really. i will treasure this." he said as you smiled at him, for the last time.
"sorry for yelling at you sometimes, satoru."
"don't worry, i understand. just let me know if you want to release some stress. i'll try my best to help." he said and despite of answering, you only smiled, again.
"thank you, satoru. sanyu was the best son i could ever have." you said and he suddenly placed a hand on your head. like how he always does before as he leaned to your level.
"thank you for raising our child." he said as you look at him with widened eyes and you couldn't help but frown as you place a hand close to your chest.
stop giving me false hope, satoru.
"take care." you couldn't help but tear up as you whispered those words as satoru left. be happy, always. even if it's without me.
"i had a hard time choosing a ring." you mumbled, mimicking his words.
you smiled but what you were feeling inside was opposite. maybe you shouldn't expect too much because in the end, if reality didn't reach your expectations, it'll just hurt you more.
it really hurts to think that you made a man for another woman but, it is what it is. you're just glad that satoru seemed to cherish his new family now.
he did changed a lot, huh.
"satoru."
"be quick, suguru. i'm a bit busy right now." satoru said as he heard his best friend sigh at the other line.
"did (name) said something to you?" satoru immediately sat properly on his office chair when he heard your name.
"nothing much. she gave me a necklace though, why?"
"i see. look, if you have time today come in her house."
"why? what happened?"
"do you have a time today, at least?"
"i guess i could try." satoru said. "is there something wrong with (name)." satoru asked and there was a long pause from suguru's end before he answered.
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satoru went back from what it seemed like a long trip as he sat on his office chair.
he stared at a certain velvet box on his table. his black glasses was discarded as he lightly move the office chair left to right.
he did had a hard time choosing a ring. he doesn't know of you still like the same design. did you change your preferences?he doesn't know that's why satoru bought a limited edition ring for you. he was told that the ring brings luck and now he just wanted to throw the ring in the middle of an ocean.
"brings luck my ass." he muttered. he was too tired to think. he refused to believe suguru's words because he just saw you 2 days ago. was suguru playing pranks on him again?
"she's been found in her room. unalive." suguru's words kept repeating inside his head like a broken radio as he clutched the necklace on his hand.
he was supposed to ask you to start over again, to try things out again, from there, he swore that he wouldn't do the same mistake again but it was all too late now.
maybe the universe didn't want you and him to be together again that's why they took you away from him, his son too. he knew he did mistakes back then but was it too much that they have to take his family away forever?
yeah, this must be his punishment for doing those unforgiving things to you.
-
"suguru, do you think (name) would agree if i ask her to start over again?"
"there's nothing wrong with trying, satoru, but know that people tend to change. don't be surprised when she doesn't want you in her life anymore." suguru said as his best friend kept quiet. "but what about them?"
"who?"
"your ex and your son."
"i couldn't care less about her, but i still cherish sanyu since he grew up with me, even if he's not my legal child."
"you don't really want to tell (name) about it?" suguru suggested and satoru couldn't help but think if he could do what his best friend is suggesting.
"what's the point? will it change everything?" satoru mumble, an ache going straight to his chest. "it hurts for me to say this but i only accepted to raise sanyu because i couldn't stop thinking of (name), of having a family with her. i forced myself to believe that he's our son. i didn't even know that (name) is actually carrying our child."
"why don't you just sue your ex for paternity fraud?"
"there's no point in it. she's still sanyu's mother."
"you're too nice, satoru."
no, he wasn't. in fact, he almost sent his ex to prison but he couldn't stop thinking of how sanyu will react if he found out that his mother was sent to jail by his father. he was too young for those things.
but satoru asks himself, why? why does he have to do these things? why does he have to think of how sanyu would feel? they weren't relatives anyway. he could take everything he spent for raising sanyu, he could just leave them to live their own life, but he just couldn't do it.
"if only i could go back in time." satoru mumbled and suguru didn't know what do respond to that anymore. if only.
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8 - "You look like you were jealous" - Subtle Smut Sentence Starters - Morpheus/Dream.
Morpheus never worried about men flirting with the reader because he knows his lover has a preference for women. Lately, a woman in the workplace has been not only flirting but also dreaming about the reader, and that makes our emo kitty jealous. Morpheus starts looking for the reader at his workplace saying that he has important things to talk/do with her, but in fact he knows that this woman wants to ask the reader out on a date, which is why he always appears and intervenes.
You can say that this woman has all the characteristics that the reader likes in a woman. Reader would obviously be bi/pan.
I don't know if that's how it works, forgive me if something is wrong or confusing, I don't speak English. You can obviously change whatever you want. 💓💓💓💓
A couple of months ago, I wrote about the reader being jealous. Now it's Morpheus's turn, and I giggled the whole way through writing this. Enjoy!
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As the King of Dreams, Morpheus is privy to the dreams that each and every being with a consciousness holds dear to them. Though he is not in charge of desires (that’s his sibling’s department, and it’s one he’d like to stay far away from, thank you very much), dreams and desires often share the same space and are sometimes even the same thing.
This is how he finds out that there’s someone, a mortal, nonetheless, that is interested in you romantically.
Jealousy is not a feeling that Dream of the Endless has been overly familiar with during his long, long life. Possessiveness, yes, but for the most part, he has had no reason to be jealous (except for the Killala affair, the first, and probably only, time that he had ever been genuinely jealous). Not to sound pompous, but he is Endless. What need does he have for an emotion as petty as jealousy? In fact, if one were to ask him, he would say that he had never actually been jealous before and that if he had, it was so long ago that he did not remember what the emotion felt like.
No, he’s not familiar with jealousy, but what else would he call this…odd, simmering anger that threatens to eat him alive? After all, it had only started when he had sensed you, or rather, a version of you, in someone’s dreams, and found said version of you engaged in sexual intercourse with a dreamer. It was only after Morpheus declared the dream to be over that he went in search of the offending dreamer, only to discover that it was none other than Johanna Constantine.
As you would say, Morpheus shot himself in the foot. After all, he was the one to introduce you to Constantine when the occultist was having trouble summoning and speaking to ghosts. You just so happened to have the abilities of a psychic medium and were more than willing to help out when the situation had been explained to you. You worked well together and ended up continuing your professional partnership after the original job was finished. At the time, Morpheus had prided himself on a job well done. Now, he was wishing that he had forced her to make a costly deal with his sister if only it meant that she would stop meeting up and working with you.
It certainly doesn’t help that Constantine was a naturally flirtatious creature, calling you “gorgeous” or “love” whenever she talked to you, or teasing that she would be ready and available should you finally decide to leave Morpheus. Worse is the fact that, when it came to women, Morpheus knows that Johanna is what is referred to as “your type.”
He distinctly recalled a night spent with you and Hob Gadling, listening as you recounted the follies of prior relationships. Hob had just finished explaining speed dating in the eighties when you told him that, after years of denial, you had had the startling realization after your last relationship that you did actually have a type, with that type being “brunette girls with an attitude.” Unfortunately, that was very much Johanna.
Morpheus doesn’t understand why it is that he’s feeling so upset, so jealous, over this situation. He knows with every fiber of his anthropomorphized being that you are loyal and faithful to him and that you are just as obsessed with him as he is with you. But as Johanna’s infrequent dreams of you take on a more romantic tone, he cannot help but become a slave to jealousy.
Morpheus had to do something. He could not, he would not, lose you to anybody, but especially not a mortal, and definitely not a Constantine.
So he begins to…appear spontaneously when he knows that you and Johanna will be working together. Matthew calls it “staking his claim,” and perhaps that’s what it is. What else would he call showing you affection in front of your coworker, affection that he is not good at giving when in public, for no reason other than to remind said coworker that you are very happily taken? It’s a rather genius plan, he believes. Subtle, too. If he were to be questioned as to why he shows up at the most inopportune of times, he would simply claim that Time works differently in his realm, and therefore it is impossible to know what is considered a “good time” to see his beloved.
Morpheus is able to delude himself into thinking that this is all working perfectly until after the third time he tries this act. You’re excited to see him when he interrupts your and Johanna’s research into whether the entity she’s dealing with is a ghost or a poltergeist, and you eagerly accept the kiss he offers to you. Still, he notices the look that you and Johanna share when he asks if you might be willing to end your meeting early, and he becomes uncomfortable at the thought that you both know what this is. No, Morpheus tells himself, he’s covered his tracks extremely well.
“Well, Jo? Think we can continue this tomorrow?” you ask upon getting the hint that Morpheus would rather be anywhere but here. “We have been at it for a while now.”
She sighs in faux petulance before nodding. “Aye, could use a break, let you and Sandy get on with your marital activities.”
Morpheus glowers at the exorcist, but you just snicker under your breath and remind her, “We’re not married.”
“Yet.” Johanna glances at Morpheus and winks. “Better hurry up with that, else someone might swoop in and steal your girl.”
“Thank you for the sage advice, Constantine,” Morpheus bites out before turning to you. “Are you ready to depart?”
You nod and take his offered arm, allowing Morpheus to sweep you away to the Dreaming faster than you can even think about saying goodbye to your friend.
When you land in his chambers, you grab his arm before he can try to escape based on the pretense of needing to return to tasks that are apparently pressing, but not pressing enough that he couldn’t escape to see you for no real reason. “Wait,” you say. “Can we talk?”
“What about?” Morpheus asks, for he is not about to deny your request.
“You’ve been acting weird.” You pause. “Weirder than normal. And you only act this way when I’m working with Johanna.”
“I do not believe that has been the case.”
You grin, and he knows that you’ve figured out what he has been doing. “Morpheus. Are you…jealous?”
“That is preposterous,” he says immediately, trying to dispel the notion from your mind.
“Really? Because, to me, it sure looked like you were jealous.”
“I am no such thing!”
Instead of trying to argue with him, because there’s no point to that when you both know that he’s lying, your triumphant grin softens to something sweeter. “It’s okay to be jealous, you know. It’s a very human emotion.”
“I am not human.”
“I know. But you do carry the entire subconscious of humanity, so it makes sense that you’d feel our petty human emotions.”
“Suppose I am…jealous,” Morpheus says the word as if it pains him to do so. “That would not upset you?”
“No! If anything, I’m just curious why you’re jealous. And why it’s Johanna that you’re jealous of.”
The fact that you have no idea why he feels this way makes Morpheus feel even worse about the jealousy that he’s experiencing because it’s obvious that, to you, he has no reason to be jealous. Morpheus so badly wishes to manufacture a crisis somewhere in the Dreaming so that he may escape having to talk about his feelings.
“I am aware of your proclivity of women that are much the same as Johanna Constantine,” he says instead. “I am also aware of the affection that she harbors for you, an affection made obvious in her dreams.”
“Johanna doesn’t have a crush on me! That’s just how she is, she flirts with everyone!” you argue.
“I can assure you that she does. I will let you see her book if you wish.” He knows that you’re not doubting him in the slightest, but he also wants you to know that just because he’s jealous does not mean that he’s making things up.
“No, if you say it’s true, then I believe you. But what do you mean, my proclivity towards women–” you mutter the last sentence, trying to figure out what Morpheus meant when suddenly you remember the exact same conversation as him. “Huh, I did say that, didn’t I?”
“You did.”
It clicks together for you now, and you grab Morpheus’s hands so that he can’t run away. “Yes, girls like Johanna have traditionally been my type. But lately, my type has changed.”
“It has?” He knows what you’re going to say, but he wants to hear you say it. If Morpheus is going to be indulging his more human emotions, then greed may as well join that list.
“My type is you, Morpheus. Not people like you, but you.”
“Thank you,” he says sincerely, leaning his forehead against yours. Morpheus straightens after a moment when fear runs through him like lightning. “You will not tell her of this, will you?”
“No, I wouldn’t talk about our private conversations to her. Plus, it’s embarrassing enough to have a crush on someone that you know is taken. I don’t want to call her out and make her feel bad about it.”
“You are wise,” Morpheus praises.
“Then might I wisely suggest that you allow me to show you just how little you have to be jealous about?” you ask, already leading him back towards the bed.
He smirks. “You may.”
His secret bout of jealousy, he’s relieved to discover, will remain safe with you.
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OKAY, SO. Silvie here, before starting I'd like to remind you my IC accounts is @babsggordon and its the only one I mannage.
Previous recaps:
Now
This are are the events of the past week (In order from I remember):
Lazarus Pit
Gothamites started to randomly sip them, encouraged by the numerous PSA's saying to not to.
Alzhul discovers that his pit is being used underground by a lot of other organizations including the court of owls. But also he discovers the experimental additions to the pit are making people expell their organs off, he decided to work on a antidote to add at the pit because theres no way to get gothamites away from it (LMAO). Hes having a lil redention arc
Multiverse
Theres a lot of alternative versions appearing, the most popular are more Dick Grayson's appearing out of nowhere and a lot of there people crashing, so far this are the ones that I know.
Spiderman everywhere, it started with our lovely Peach.
Starfire
Tommy Shepard
Deadpool and one of his variants
Julian Gordon
This is not multiverse but since we're talking of additions we should mention Lux and his initial arc who consisted in dating Crimson, Deadpool, Nightwing by Circus-champion, Kyle, and John Constantine (who also joined this week).
Duke also joined us. (Hi Duke o//)
Helena also joined us
Kidnapping
This was a popular topic this week, this were the kidnaps and consecuences:
Jason: A guy named Evangeline claiming being Jason's original partner appears in our universes Dick Graysons Anons with threats of kidnap Jason, and he does but Constantine, help us rescue him. And they're chilling with Hinata, Deadpool, and Crimson in there where Giovanna Talon appears to attack everyone. Lux f*cking kills her and revives him
Giovanna: That attack was useful to kidnap her and so, Hinata, Crimson, Lux and Babs are trying to debrainwash her.
Dick Grayson: Babs and Wally kidnaps Renegade and retrieve them back to the "Bat's army" (idk how to call it).
Random and pending events
Damian and Jon Start dating
Hinata and Tommy start Dating
Aswell Bart but I missed with who
JJ is apparently fine!
Blackhawk (Hal Jordan) is kinda having his redemption arc but as Talon where he just stopped pushing g everyone away lmao
An apple, TWO faces and joker are fighting for gothams mayor elections
Update on Babs events
She and Dick adopted a new kitty
James Gordon Jr is back and she's losing her head everytime he's around
She's also trying to protect Julian not only from the pit and Talon mess, but now James can find him and she's kinda stressed out
Food poisoning :(
Current events I know of but there still going on and it's not mostly of common canon knowledge
Deadpool did an feather errand for the coos (oh boy)
Jason is getting an ultrasound 👍
If I missed something feel free to add
Additions
By @why-rock-look-tasty-if-no-eat
(Bart got with Jamie. Jason and Roy adopted Damians little brother (Yao I think?) not to long ago to. Jason, Liang, and Joker also had an arc or are still going with it I don't remember. Dick "notnotnightwing" got bought by the COO apparently because he asked them out as a joke so that he wouldn't get killed. Damian got another animal, RR totally got mauled by a (different) cat. Another Nightwing "officialnightwing" is like, flirting(?) with a reporter whose trying to prove that the Waynes are the Bats.)
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In Bad Taste Part 2
"Four feet?!" The entirety of the league at the meeting is up on their feet. "Why so fast?"
"Do you have any pictures of the orb or the bodies? Were they dead," Batman asks as he pulls up the location of the League's hideout via a satellite trying to gain visual of what she was talking about.
"All but one. Why did you send Hood? I thought he was on your no go list."
"Hood's been getting better, he was the most logical one to infiltrate the League; he was already in good graces with them when Talia used the pits to bring him back. Being on my no go list made it seem like he was no longer associated with me. I have visual, why did they have the orb out in the middle of the courtyard?"
"I have some footage of the scene, they appeared to have been trying to cast some kind of spell to link the orb with other locations or maybe to expand its radius of effect. It's not completed," Zatanna places a device into a port on the table and pictures of a large magic circle surrounds the larger orb. The next few pictures were of the corpses lined up, some of the faces looking familiar to Bruce.
"So Ras is gone then, that's the man right there."
"So it appears," Zatanna agrees, switching the screen to one of the orb, with it being so big now details not seen are clear.
Superman looks at the picture closely, "Is it just me or does that look like a a bunch of stars?"
Batman says nothing as he runs the image through multiple star charting programs, "You're correct, Superman. I'm getting multiple confirmations; Perseus-Pisces, Pisces-Cetus, Ursa Major, the Centaurus Cluster, The Milky Way, Sto-Oa, Rao. It keeps going, it shows to be every star in our sky as well."
"Rao," Superman asks, looking for the familiar star by its formation. "How old is this thing?"
"We should contact Hal and the lanterns to let them know. This could be one of theirs or maybe the Guardians know what it is?"
"I'm sending the message now," Batman types away at the keypad, "While we wait for them I'm going to check on Hood."
"We'll come with you," Diana says as Bruce moves the files to his personal device.
"Do as you wish. Zatanna bring in Constantine, we may need his help."
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The Justice League have arrived at the compound just thirty minutes later and it is swarming with more assassins and goons. Talia's there giving orders, "Remember! Squad D, do not go near the artifact! Everyone else is fine to approach, I want this circle destroyed post haste!"
Batman had snuck his way into their camp and put Talia in a hold, "Why are you here, Talia?"
"Br-" Batman tightens his hold painfully, "Batman, I suppose you're here for Jason?"
"Where is he?!"
"He's safe, you don't want to see him right now. He's back to the way he was when I first found him. It's not a pretty sight."
"Fine, what's with the orb then? You didn't answer my question, I know your father is dead, why are you here?"
"Same reason you are I suppose, I'm putting a stop to father's plans for this artifact. He planned on linking it with every Lazarus Pit on the planet, he believed this to be the heart of the god who made the pits and wished to bring it back. To bad for him he didn't know what I now know; it's not just the Lazarus waters it's absorbing, it's also draining the energy from those who have died and come back via other means. It hasn't killed anyone yet, just makes them unable to move until they're removed from its radius."
Batman releases her and taps his comms, "Batman reporting in, stay away from the compound."
Superman's comms respond, "I heard, I was able to pull myself back before I couldn't move. Felt like the life of me was being drained. Zatanna and Constantine seem to be fine, Wonder Woman says it feels like hades is staring into her soul from here."
"It feels like it's looking at me," Shazam pipes in.
"Noted, fill them in on what's going on. We need some league members who haven't been resurrected before. Let Talia's men destroy the circle then we can figure out a way to get it off the planet and away from the pits."
"Well aren't you the lucky lot," Hal's voice comes in over their comms, "Calvary's here. I can get it off planet for you."
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And there we go, part 2 like I promised. Also you were close @victoria-has-no-secret but it's ALL of the people who've been resurrected not just the pits. mwahahaha Now to get the tag list out of the way. hope I'm doing this right... As I was typing this up, it seemed like I made the Orb sound like an SCP... hmm, thoughts for future works.
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KIKUFUKU OF LOVE— gojo satoru x gn! reader.
synopsis in which you, take 5 days to decide what to get for gojo satoru’s birthday. happy birthday my love 💕💕 come back to me n our children at home pls ☹️🤭🤭.
# a little mention of breakdown, fluff! hehe wc 1.2k+
3RD DECEMBER
"I'll be back in a week, don't miss me too much baby! mmm" He said with a mouthful of kikufuku, licking his sugar-coated fingers and everything. How annoyingly cute.
You rolled your eyes teasingly. "I think it's you who will be missing me."
Your boyfriend, Gojo Satoru is out on misson for a week, and will only be back on his birthday. — What perfect timing.
You've been wanting to surprise him with a gift for his special day. After all, birthday comes by only once a year.
But what could you possibly gift a man who's rich—Surely he has the money, he could afford anything he wants, so what could you get the man who can afford anything and everything?
4TH DECEMBER
To say you don't miss your boyfriend is an understatement, of course you miss him. He called you when he arrived his hotel earlier, you didn't want to bother him when he's working so you decided to just wait for his next call.
Last year on his birthday, you surprised him with a birthday party along with a Vacheron Constantin, 18K 5N Rose Gold watch that costed you your two kidneys. However upon seeing his reaction made it all worth it.
Of course he loved it, you bought it,— his darling bought it.
To him, it meant more than just a gift. Some people believe one should keep it because of the money— ‘it’s expensive! that's why you have to treasure it forever’ — but growing up in a prestigious clan, no one would’ve wanted to celebrate birthday’s with the six eyes and limitless user. So imagine his reaction when you surprised him with a birthday party.
"I bought this for you."
"It reminded me of you." — It touched him that you were thinking of him.
You thought of him.
He cried in your arms that day, thanking you profusely.
So from that day on, you've decided to give him a present every year for his birthday. Not because you like seeing him vulnerable but because you want to show him that he, who came from a prestigious clan, is someone deserving of love.
Your love.
5TH DECEMBER
“SHOKOOOO i can’t think of any gifts for him” You cried in your best friend’s arm, ranting about how incredibly difficult it was to buy a present for your boyfriend.
Shoko, who had enough of your complains and whines, still listens— that’s one of the qualities you love about her.
“I’m sure he’ll love anything you give him YN. It’s Gojo Satoru you’re talking about. If you’re still clueless, you can try asking Nanami for help, you know?” She patted your back, heading out of the room you both were in.
To your despair, Nanami was nowhere to be found. Apparently he was out training Yuji and will only be back in 3 days. Surely you can’t wait that long! Which has resulted you into asking Megumi.
“That idiot loves kikufuku. I’m sure he’ll love it if you give him that but I know he’ll love anything that you give him.”
You sighed, that is indeed true. Sometimes you wonder how one can eat kikufuku continuously non-stop without getting tired of it. Not that you mind, you love how chubby his cheeks get when he stuffs the kikufuku desserts in his mouth. —how annoyingly cute. You miss him. Just by the thought of the sight tempted you to get that dessert.
6TH DECEMBER
6 December. How could you forget? You had a meet-up with your friends from middle school but you have yet to get Satoru’s gift.
Surely it won’t take long. Your head reassured your worries.
Oh, how were you wrong. You were supposed to have a fun little chit-chat session at the cafe you used to visit during your teenage days.
6pm became 8pm, 8pm became 10pm.
You’re walking along the streets, mentally cursing yourself. The time on the watch Satoru bought for you said 11pm. And you’re having a mini breakdown because you weren’t keeping track of time. You’ve never been good at managing your time. — Well not after you dated Gojo Satoru.
He’d always remind you to take breaks in between your work because you simply can’t give yourself a break. To other people, you’ve been told a workaholic, but to Gojo Satoru, you’re just someone who works harder than others. And for that, you too, deserve a break.
Oh how you miss him.
As you walk down the shops along the pathway leading to your shared apartment, you stole a quick glance on the kikufuku bakery shop that your boyfriends loves.
‘Limited Edition Flavour — GET IT NOW! Today’s the Last Day’
Your eyes lit up. That was the flavour he’s been dying to try but it was always sold out. You ran in without a second thought and bought it as a gift for your boyfriend.
“That idiot loves kikufuku. I’m sure he’ll love it if you give him that but I know he’ll love anything that you give him.” —Surely he’ll love it, right, Megumi?
6TH DECEMBER 11.56pm
You’re sitting on the balcony of your shared home, waiting for his arrival. He might not even come home exactly on his birthday so why wait? — Even though he always said there was no need to wait up for him, you end up doing the opposite. You love waiting up for him even if it means falling asleep on the couch while waiting.
The cold breeze gave you goosebumps on your skin, and you began biting your nails. —A habit of yours, in which Satoru kisses your fingertips in an attempt for you to stop. What if he doesn’t like the gifts you got him? Hell, it was just kikufuku from your local bakery shop. You started pacing around the house, completely unaware of the sound of the keys.
“Sweetheart?”
Were you dreaming? Or was it the voice of your lovely boyfriend?
7TH DECEMBER 12.00AM
You moved from your previous position and jumped straight into Satoru’s arms which he got taken aback but recovered quickly when you felt his arms wrapped around your back.
Oh how you missed him.
“Someone misses me that much h-?”
You placed a finger on his mouth, cupped both his cheeks while leaning your foreheads together, and softly, you said “Happiest of birthday My Satoru. My gift is waiting for you in the kitchen. It’s not much but I-”
He cut you off by kissing your salty-tasted lips. Where were the lips that tasted like strawberries— the strawberry flavoured chapstick he loved so much?
Had you been crying?
He broke the kiss, and walked you both to the kitchen, never letting you go as if you were as fragile as a newborn baby. He sat you on the counter beside the bakery box decorated with ribbons that matched his beautiful cerulean eyes and smiled, immediately knowing what was inside. — His s/o got him the limited edition kikufuku flavour he had been dying to try!
One of his hands rested on your waist while the other squished your cheeks. You squealed.
“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. I enjoy my birthday best with you and your presence is the best gift. That makes everyday my birthday sweetheart, Thank you and I love you.” He kissed your forehead.
It was as if he read your mind. He knew how to clear the doubts in your head.
You covered your face with your palms to cover both your face and hide your sniffles. — You’ve always said you hate how cheesy he gets but— Oh how you love it. And he knows you love it.
He pried your hands away from your face and pinned them above your head. That action made you look up at him. His beautiful snow white hair and cerulean eyes. You pray that one day, your children will inherit those features of his that you love so much.
“Don’t be shy now baby I’m gna’ unwrap my present now”
The next thing you know, his lips found yours again.
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Asking for your help...(pt3)
Bruce Wayne x Gn reader
Chaos, everywhere, Talia was destroying the city completely, she had an army of assassins controlled by Prismon, a villain with telepathic powers.
But how could this happen? wasn't the Justice League supposed to avoid this kind of problems? where are the superheroes who swore to protect the world?
All those questions are easily answered, they were the focus of Talia's plan, she kept them captive in their own minds. This allowed her to easily attack the citizens and plant chaos in the world.
And where were you in all this? In the league's operations headquarters, not the wachtower, because that's where Talia and Prismon were. You were in a smaller, more rudimentary one, but that was better than nothing.
You were making a plan, but you knew the odds were not in your favor. But even knowing the consequences, your plan was to infiltrate the watchtower and free the supers.
- Okay, with all that in place I just have to-
- Did you think I'd forget about you? How bad do you think I am?
That voice...how could it have found you, you had barrier protection against mind tracking.
- I'm surprised you didn't realize that your friends have very weak minds.
Talia came out of the shadows, just looking at her made you remember everything she put you through, it was like a recreation of your nightmares.
- What do you want? I'm of no use to you, you already have an ally who controls minds.
- I felt that my collection was not complete without you, besides, I would like to relive the old times.
You knew that fighting her wouldn't do any good, she had a mental block that didn't allow you to enter it, and your current physical state is deplorable.
- Ok, take me with you, I'm not going to fight you.
- What a disappointment, I thought you wanted to take revenge on me?
You didn't answer, yes you wanted revenge, but she was giving you a free pass to the wachtower and you could come up with a plan on the way. Right?
Nothing, you had no plan, all the scenarios would end with you in the mental prison or dead, the worst thing is that they were about to arrive.
- You Know, you surprised me when you gave yourself up so easily.
- Well...I had no choice
- You've changed a lot since the last time I saw you. You're basically adrift, you have no one.
You would deny it, but inside you knew it was true, somehow you agreed with her.
When you arrived you were taken to the main hall with your friends, it hurt you to see their faces, you knew they were there, but nothing assured you that they were well.
- Now that you are here, it is time to lock yourself in that little mind of yours.
Without any warning Prismo appeared behind you and caught you, everything was dark, but... you weren't afraid, it was just being closer to your thoughts.
Suddenly a mowing light consumed you, and then a sound, well more like a voice...
- Hey, wake up, you know it's not good to fall asleep when you're a guest.
That voice seemed very familiar, you opened your eyes to try to identify the person who was talking to you, but you only saw a room with armchairs and a lit fireplace.
- BOOO!!!!
- FUCK...damn it John Constantin, do you want to scare me to death?
- Oh, you should have seen your face, it was worth it.
- what the fuck are you doing here? I thought you got caught with the others.
- you really thought i'd fall for that? I thought you knew me better than that.
- Okay, you're not caught, so where the fuck are you?
- Well... let's just say I'm in hell.
- ...What?
- You know, dont meke me explain it to you, you konw what i do.
- OK, i understend that...but you haven't thought about, I don't know, HELPING? The world is going to shit and you're in hell!
- Hey, if I wasn't here the situation would be different.
- What?
- No time for details, let's just say that Talia made a deal with a powerful demon and I'm down here holding him. But I didn't come to you to tell you this, you have to free yourself and help your friends.
- But how? I never had to get out of my own mind. I don't know what to-
- I don't have much time left, just find the way out, save the others and defeat Talia.
And without being able to say anything else Constantin disappeared, you had no choice but to investigate the place where you were.
You didn't know how much time had passed, but you felt like you were going around in circles, until you saw a light at the end of the corridor.
When you got to the place the light disappeared, leaving a door that did not look like the others in the place, without thinking twice you opened the door and entered it.
You saw a kind of fair? you didn't know where you were, but something seemed very familiar to you.
- I didn't know you liked fairs.
You quickly turned around, only to run into Bruce Wayne.
- And what are you doing here?
- I'm accompanying Dick, he's on the roller coaster now.
Oh no, you knew what this was, it's the memory of the time you and Bruce had a date by accident. Why this memory? It was the one you had been trying to forget the most.
You had no other choice, you will have to relive the memory as it happened, otherwise your mind will completely split and you won't be able to get out.
- It's good that you two are giving each other a break, you needed it.
- Yeah...sometimes I forget what it was like to be a kid.
- I understand, but you're doing great.
- Doing what?
- Raising Dick, he and you have things in common even though you're very different.
The three of you spent the whole afternoon together, sharing and enjoying watching Dick enjoy everything. But an uncomfortable feeling came over you, you hadn't shared with Bruce for a long time, you didn't remember how well you had lived together in the past. But this was a memory, you knew that in the present this would never happen.
- What are you worried about?
- Eh...it's nothing, don't worry.
- It's not true, you're thinking too much.
- It's just...I'm worried about the future.
- That's normal, we all worry about what might happen in the future, but the key is to take a deep breath and silence those thoughts.
I was right, you are overthinking the situation between you and Bruce too much.
- What a beautiful view," you said watching the sunset.
- Yes...very beautiful," said Bruce with his eyes on you.
Bruce put his hand on your chin and made you look into his eyes, those deep eyes that could make anyone's eyes glaze over. Little by little they got closer until they kissed, a tender kiss full of love. You felt how time slowed down, a stream of emotions ran through your body.
- That was... incredible.
-Yes.
- Hey, stop kissing or I'm going to pump," said Dick, grimacing dramatically.
Everything went on as normal, at the end of the fair Bruce offered to take you home. When you arrived at the door of your apartment, but before entering you stopped.
- Bye Bruce, see you soon
- I hope so, I can't wait.
With that said you went inside and a Reaper Glow consumed you once again. You woke up on the main hall floor, looked around and saw that all the supers were still there.
You knew what to do, without the guards noticing, you occupied your mental control and woke up each one of your friends, giving instructions to each one of them on what to do.
You had already woken up most of them, only Bruce was missing, when you entered his mind you noticed that you were in Gotham, but you didn't see Bruce anywhere.
You searched everywhere, there was no trace of him. About to have a crisis you saw a newspaper gliding towards you, you picked it up and saw what it said, "Death in the Wayne family...it's been two days since this tragedy happened and-" That's it! the cemetery, how could you not have thought of it before.
As you arrived you saw Bruce, sitting next to his parents' graves.
- Bruce, we have to go, Talia and...
- No.
- What? What do you mean, no?
- I don't want to leave. I don't want to go back to the real world.
- Bruce, this is not the time to do this, we need you.
- I don't want to," he said through tears, "I don't want to feel like this again.
- Like what? Like the richest man in the world? or like Batman?
- You don't understand, I thought you knew me well enough to see the real me.
- I thought I knew you, until you abandoned me years ago!
They both fell silent, neither of them could argue any longer.
- You know...I feel like a complete idiot, I've let down a lot of people I love and I don't have the courage to make amends.
- I don't know where you're going with this?
- I just...I want to make things right with you, I have never stopped loving you.
- Yeah sure, and the kid with Talia doesn't mean anything.
- Let's leave Damian out of this.
- So that means you do have feelings for her.
- SHE DORGED ME! fuck...when I woke up the next morning I felt so repulsive, I couldn't even look at myself in the mirror...but I didn't want to tell you because I knew it would hurt you. And when she left Damian in my care I didn't know what to do, and you didn't give me the time to explain...the last I heard from you after you left was that Talia had kidnapped you, she threatened to kill you if I tried anything. When she freed you I wanted to come and get you, but I thought Talia would keep her word.
- Bruce...I had no idea, but why did you risk asking for my help if you knew what Talia was capable of?
- We really needed your help...but it was also an excuse to see you again.
The two hugged each other tightly, neither wanting to let the other go. They needed it after everything they had to go through.
- Well, it's time to go back to the real world.
- But what about us?
- Maybe we could give ourselves a second chance.
In short, after releasing Bruce from prison, the league united to defeat Talia, which they did, and arrested all of her henchmen. Peace had returned to the world, thanks to the power of the Superheroes.
You and Bruce eventually got back to what you were before and were happy forever.
Fin...
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Heya sweetie!!!!! How are you?
I have a lil bit of indulgent request... I wanna know what your thoughts will be on the reader being on periods and how the boys will react to it from the Wicked Johnsons fic. (Like imagine one of them keeping their big warm hand on your abdomen! I would be so happy I mightt cryy😩🥺🥺)
Since it's a collab fic I am thinking of sending this same ask to all the authors so everyone can respond with their own thoughts. But please feel free to opt out on it if you want to.
I have always loved your introspective pieces, whenever the batting order would get to you. Your works have beeen an important link in letting us (irl) readers know what the fictional reader is thinking, how much of the situation they have processed and how much is still up in the air. All in all enhanced the whole experience more and made the reader more accessible (understandable?) for us.
Love you
Kuro
Oh hi Kuro!
Thank you for reading the collab fic and liking it. And it feels good to know that my work has been of some use. I am grateful for your take on it. yes, I like to delve more into the reader's complexities and mind because I do intend to make the reader more accessible, and more relatable. So it feels good if a reader tells me that they find the fictional reader relatable. But truly, 'Devil's Triangle' wouldn't have been possible without my co-authors. It was their original idea and I was simply grateful to work with them and develop the story further.
Now, coming to you question.
I will start with John Constantine. In this fic, he is basically whipped for the reader. Their relationship is based on an intense and deep friendship. With him, the reader feels like a true partner, unlike John Wick and Tex, both maybe, somewhere remind her that they own her in a way, at least in the past they did.
I think he would be pretty mature about it. Doing everything to comfort her. Soft blanket? Cuddles? A comfort show, Constantine is all prepared. He does not like to see her in pain (none of them do) so if the reader experiences intense pain, Constantine is already comforting her. he may not be too good in the kitchen and not an expert like Wick, but he tries his best. He would be there, listening to her rant maybe, rubbing her stomach, abdomen and hips to comfort her.
With Tex, it seems like he might surprise you, but the man knows what to do. At least the basics. He would prepare warm drinks for the reader because that helps ease the pain. Back rubs, cuddling her, covering her with a soft fluffy blanket. It's like he is making up for the lost time. He feels guilty for what has happened, and while he understands that the reader kind of wants to outdo Constantine(yes, petty and childish) in a way 'look, I can take better care of her than you(bitch).' The kind to cuddle with the reader and they throw a smirk at Constantine, who simply rolls his eyes and lights up a cigarette, reminding himself why he should not put another curse on Tex.
With John Wick, it's a completely different story. he knows your dates, your cycle, your needs, the type of sanitary products you use, the kind of food you should have and avoid, the chocolates, the best heating pads, and the blankets. This man knows that your date is near even before you do. He can notice the subtlest of changes or twitches. So, even if you don't tell anybody, he knows. he has the right(very well-researched) meds, he knows the best recipes to help you ease your pain and he knows that women need more sleep on their periods. So he is making sure you are well-rested, well-fed and babied. There is no sense of competition in John in taking care of you. He does it because that is what he is to do, you need him, but maybe, also because he has a *little* sense of superiority? Like k=he knows your needs and emotions the best. He is going to take care of you. Like Tex, he feels guilty too and doubles down on his effort, a silent apology and attempt to make it up to you. It's striking how the same hands that have taken so many lives, can be so tender with you, sprawling over your abdomen and thighs, rubbing to soothe the pain, keeping you tucked in his arms. You don't even need to voice your needs to him. he already knows and is ready.
Thank you
#yandere john wick x reader#yandere tex x reader#yandere tex johnson x reader#constantine x reader#the devils triangle asks#send asks#asks
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So... I really enjoy writing dialog, I think is fun. I just wrote John Constantine talking to Lucifer for my story that I'm actively publishing on ao3. Who's afraid of little old me. About John and Dick grayson being together.
I love John as a character I think he is so interesting and he has so many sides to him. I hope I'm making him justice.
Here's what I wrote:
John Constantine watched the club from across the street as he smoked his last cigarette. The last time he saw Lucifer, they hadn't ended on the best of terms. But that wasn't unusual, for either of them. Asking help was. He sighed before going in, grumbling to him "The things I do for you Dickie". If it wasn't for the threat to Dick's life, he would never have come here, the world be damned. But Nergal was forcing his hand.
The place was filled with demons, but not the ones he was actively fighting, at least. There were some humans, but not many. Maze was behind the bar, her eyes closed in on him like a predator looking at prey. It was mostly an act, she just didn't like him.
- Hello Maze, where is the big man? - John asked when he reached her.
- I hope you are here trying to get into my pants Constantine, because otherwise the answer is no. - Lucifer said from behind him, not giving Maze time to answer.
- Didn't you hear Lucy? I'm taken now. - John turned around, with a smile. It was for show, and he hoped Lucifer would play along. At least for long enough to entertain the idea of helping him.
- Oh yes yes, all hell has heard of your little Dick. - John didn't seem amused, which made Lucifer laugh even more. - Come on now John, what makes you think I'm going to help you? Hell growing bigger and taking on earth isn't something I'm against. Considering I'm their king.
- It almost seems like you don't know me at all. Nergal didn't just threatened the world, I wouldn't come to you for that. He threatened Dick, and I can't let everyone think it's okay to do that. It wouldn't go well with my reputation. - John and Lucifer both knew it wasn't about that, they both knew John was scared. - I just need Nergal off the table. And for that i need to use something of yours.
- Again, why would I care? Why should I help you? He is a fellow demon after all. - Lucy said, with a dark look. Not many could tell, but he was considering John's offer.
- Because he wants to take over the earth and with that power, take your throne. I know you wouldn't actually care if he takes it, but it would hurt your ego. Nergal has been after your power since the beginning, he want to have something over your head. Are you really going to let him?
- What makes you think I won't kill him and take the earth from him? Honestly I'm a little offended you seem to think Nergal is worse than me.
- Nergal can't be killed. He will always come back. I could destroy him, for that I don't need you. But every time he regains his strength he will come after Dick and me. I'm getting tired of this game we have and I want it done with. - John said, knowing Lucifer wasn't actually offended, but intrigued. It was a dangerous thing, because if he determined John had wasted his time, he was done for. - I need your cage. I have enough power to lock him in, I just need your key. And I would be doing you a favor because if he is locked inside, it can never be used against you again.
That's what it all came down to, Lucifer couldn't say no. Nergal would be out of the way, so he wouldn't have to get his hands dirty dealing with him. The cage would be in use, so his father couldn't lock him up again.
- You know I won't stop anyone from trying to take the earth, right? I don't actively participate in evil plans anymore, but I'm not good either. Don't forget who I am John Constantine, it would be your worst mistake.
- I don't care about the world, I don't care about earth, heaven and hell. As long as Dick is out of Nergal's hands, or anyone else who dares to try and hurt him, I'm satisfied.
- You've been trying to save your soul for decades, and you'll give it up for a man? John... you humans are so pitiful. - Lucifer answer with a wicked smiled, his human face slowing transforming into his demonic one. His eyes were glowing, his skin was red like blood and his teeth were sharp like a blade. - Tell me, what is it that your hearts most desires?
- I... I... I want Dick to be safe and happy. - John said, with his eyes wide open, bloodshot and trembling. As the words came out of his mouth, he came out of the spell.
- I can't believe my eyes, John Constantine has been honest about his intentions for the first time in his life. The last time I asked you that, you said you wanted to be redeemed. You wanted to save yourself. I guess I misjudged you John. Very well, I'll help you. But know this, the next time you ask something of me, it will cost you and it will cost you big time. - Lucifer made the key appear out of nowhere and handed it to John. - The cage is guarded with my most trusted lieutenants. If you want it, you'll have to go through them. Good luck John, now get out of my bar.
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Through Me Prequel - i. the hanged man
Summary: Steve may be slow on the draw, but hand to god, he's sure there's something ... off about you. Or, the three times Steve was a witness and the one time he wishes he wasn't.
Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader, eventual Steddie x fem!reader in the series
WC: 5.2K
Warnings/Themes: cursing, criticism of religion (catholicism/xtiantiy mostly), religious themes, canon-typical violence, death, idolatry via smut, blasphemy, heretical notions, angst, occasional fluff (as a treat), Biblical & western literary canon and media references/allusions
A/N: This is the first of three prequels centering on the three main characters. If you're up on your tarot know-how, you can glean some info from the banner, etc. 👀 Special shout out to my beloved Jo (@jo-harrington) for looking this over way back when! If you haven't checked out As Above, So Below, wtf are you even doing with your life!?
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Nota bene: Reblogging, commenting, and liking my work is always appreciated; reposting, however, is not. This (*) is a singal to check the footnote at the end!
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"I don't care how many angels can fit on the head of a pin. It's enough to know that for some people they exist, and that they dance."
— Mary Oliver, "Angels"
Wednesday, November 9, 1983
You first meet Steve Harrington on a cold day in early November. A feast day, memorializing one basilica or another according to your latest missive— it was hard to keep track, much less whether it was one to be observed.
A shrill ring from the phone in the motel room, this side of too loud and unfortunately, it’s enough to rouse you.
“What?”
“We have some concerns regarding a small Midwestern town, Hawkins, Indiana.”
Blearily you sit up, “Yeah?”
“Just a drive-by should suffice.”
A sigh, “Got anything else for me?”
The voice paused, as if annoyed by your tone. “We’ll be in touch, as always.”
The sound of the dial tone did nothing to elevate your mood. While presently not on a mission, you bided your time by locating relics and artifacts for future use. Yesterday’s attempt turned out to be more burden than boon— not only was the pawnshop owner a shyster but a gun-for-hire. So, no relic to be had and you had to disarm the guy, what a waste.
Luckily, Hawkins was only four hours drive from Lebanon and sounded like a pretty easy day.
But no one bothered to tell you that a boy and teenage girl were missing.
Driving down main street, the town seemed fairly normal. But the gooseflesh running up your arms and legs told a different story. As did the telltale scent of bleach in the air, signaling the presence of some high-voltage electrical discharge— ozone.
Flipping on your police scanner, you were able to glean the address of a witness and potential suspect. Consulting the map on the passenger seat, you turn off the main drag and head toward the outskirts of town.
In the driveway, there are two vehicles, one black sedan and one maroon BMW. Parking in front of the house, you grab a pen and a notebook along with a badge. After checking your hair briefly in the side-view mirror, you pull on a trench coat and knot it at the waist.
Walking up the pavement, you note the police tape against the double-doors and tire treads from other vehicles. Based on the number, you’d have to guess a party of some kind was thrown the night before.
Three quick raps on the door.
“Police, open up!”
A harried, but well-kept woman opens the door. “Yes, can I help you?” She asks politely, with a slight tremor in her voice.
“Are you Mrs. Harrington?” She nods. “Very well ma’am. I’m Detective Constantine with Hawkins P.D. May I come inside?” You display your badge for her viewing.
Another voice sounds out from the house, perturbed. “Tell her to come back with a warrant.”
The woman’s eyes blow wide, hesitant to refuse her husband. Her mouth opens to explain.
You sigh, pocketing the badge and raise your voice. “Sir, considering that a girl went missing here on your property last night, I am well within my rights to search your home without a warrant.” You smile, trying your best to remain civil. “But I am more than happy to radio the Chief from my car to relay your sentiments.”
The sound of shuffling papers and a creak from an old office chair. The door opens wider, revealing a man, Mr. Harrington, bags under his eyes and tie loose around his neck.
“I assure you, that won’t be necessary,” He says with a tight-lipped smile and opens the door wider.
With a nod, you enter, notebook out and pen ready. Assessing the home, you take a few cursory notes. Walking from the foyer to the living room, through the dining room and out onto the patio you stop— a young man in a pool chair grabbing your attention.
He looks dazed, staring at the covered pool. Legs pulled to his chest and chin resting on the tops of his knees. Dressed in a teal sweatshirt, sweatpants and socks you wonder how he isn’t shivering from the cold.
In an attempt to gently alert him of your presence, you softly clear your throat. His head jerks upward quickly, panicked eyes locked on you. “It’s okay,” you say, sitting on a chair to his left. “I’m just here to ask you some questions.”
He nods slowly, eyes never leaving you. A dull buzzing rattling in his chest.
Briefly consulting your notes, you lick your lips. “It’s Steve, right?”
“Y-yeah, Steve Harrington.”
“Great!” You smile and nod. “I’m Detective Constantine. Can you tell me about the party last night?”
He nods gaze fixed on you, on the hazy glow that seems to encircle your head; he blinks and scrubs a hand down his face; the image gone. “It was just a small thing, me, Tommy Hagan, Carol Perkins, and Nancy Wheeler.”
“And the missing girl?”
“Right, Barb Holland. Nance invited her.”
“Nancy Wheeler, she’s your girlfriend?”
Another nod.
“Did you notice anything odd about Barb or anyone else last night?”
“No, not really. She didn’t, uh, seem to want to be here.” He frowns, brows furrowing, a slight tremor runs through him, from the cold or the shock, who’s to say?
“I think she cut her hand opening a beer, maybe?”
Jotting down a few more notes, you nod. “But didn’t make a call or say anything about making plans to leave?”
“No.”
“Did you hear anything?”
“Nance and I went inside, Barb stayed out by the pool. Didn’t hear anything from upstairs.”
Glancing up from your notes, you pause. Steve’s warmed up to you during the brief conversation, legs crossed in front of him instead of drawn to his chest. He looks tired, looks scared.
“Your room, I presume.”
He blushes at that, nods. Takes a tense breath in, inhaling the tangy scent and taste of newly forged metal - sharp and pure at the back of his throat.
“Can you point to where you last saw Barb?”
He does so, drawing your eyes to the far lip of the pool where the Harrington lot backs into the woods. There’s a tinge of ozone in the air, albeit fading, and a tang of copper. That’s to be expected from a cut on the hand, but the electrical discharge—
“There wasn’t a storm last night? Lightning or anything like that?”
Steve shakes his head, opens his mouth to say something when the sliding door opens.
“He wants a lawyer!” Mr. Harrington shouts, “Steve, I told you to request a lawyer before speaking with the cops.”
Steve rolls his eyes and turns back toward the house, “It’s fine, dad.”
Before Mr. Harrington can get his panties in a twist, you decide to take your leave. Standing, you pocket your notebook with one hand and place the pen behind your ear with the other. Extending a hand toward Steve, you smile.
“Thanks for your cooperation Steve.”
His hand clasps yours—warm and oddly familiar. “You’re welcome, I’m happy to help.”
Cocking your head, your eyes narrow to where your hand meets his. The feeling subsides, quelling any suspicions you may have had.
“Mr. Harrington.” You drop Steve’s hand and nod to his father, “The precinct will be in touch should there be any further questions. Your patience and cooperation are appreciated.”
And with a turn of your heel, you walk away.
A few hours later, there’s another knock at the door.
Steve answers it, waking from a nap on the couch. Eyes slowly opening, mouth like dried cotton.
The advil he’d swallowed earlier clearly did nothing to alleviate his headache, and the nap proved less than helpful.
At least the buzzing had died down. The newfound shortness of breath, however, had lingered.
He pulls the door open with a huff to reveal none other than Chief Hopper and his deputy.
“Afternoon, Steve,” he greets, eyes scanning the entryway. “Your parents home?”
Steve shakes his head, rubs the sleep from his eyes. “A detective already stopped by, earlier today.”
Hopper’s lips pull tight. “Huh.” He nods to the deputy and they leave to assess the scene, “Well, s’it alright if was take a look around here?”
He sighs, growing weary. “Yeah, sure.”
“Get some rest kid,” the Chief says and turns on his heel to go.
Steve shuts the door and drags himself upstairs. Falls face-first into bed with hopes to sleep off his headache and exhaustion.
Doesn’t hear the phone ring or Nancy leave a message.
In fact, he sleeps for three days. Specters of light dancing behind the darkness of his eyelids, and wakes with dried blood in his ears.
Sunday, January 1, 1984
He recognizes the buzzing first, the reverberation lodged somewhere behind his ribs. Knows the headache is likely to follow and shoves his sunglasses on, as if that could possibly help.
Steve’s idling in the parking lot of St. Mary’s waiting for Nancy while she attends Mass. Something about a feast for Mary or the circumcision of the Christ-child, he stopped listening and looped the curls of the telephone cord around his finger.
Parents already gone after the Christmas holiday, never staying longer than necessary.
He’d hemmed and hawed at all the right parts, while scanning through the paper for showtimes. Circled Scarface— as if she’d see that, Silkwood— a maybe, if he’s being honest, and finally Terms of Endearment— god help him.
And now, it was 30 minutes to showtime, and she was running late.
In the distance, he sees a bright flash of light. Hears the rattle and hum that follows.
Soon after, a black impala pulls into the parking lot. Correction, a smoking impala peels into the lot, sliding into a nearby parking spot expertly.
Well, that's new.
He watches as you exit the vehicle, slowly, casually, not with haste. Brushing the plumes of gray smoke aside flippantly, as if it wasn't cause for concern. A pair of sunglasses affixed to your face, frames and lenses dark resting on your nose and cheekbones.
A tiny lift of your crimson mouth is all it takes to send the blood rushing to his head. You nod in greeting to the congregants as they exit the church, as they shake hands with the priest and visit in the narthex.
You share a look with the priest, meaningful and urgent.
A tingling sensation as Nancy opens the door and slides into the passenger seat.
“Sorry about that.” She leans over to kiss him on the cheek, but Steve can’t stop staring at you.
Thank god for sunglasses.
“You okay?” Her voice is tinged with concern.
“Yeah, fine.” He says absently, shifting the car into gear, “Thought I was getting a headache but—”
“Another one?”
Steve sucks his teeth, he really doesn’t want to have this conversation again. “It’s not a big deal Nance.”
The tension in his neck and shoulders alleviated, a dull roar in his ears.
Pulling out of the parking lot, they pass where you’ve parked. His sunglasses slip minutely, just enough for him to glance at you over the bridge of them.
Catching his eye, you send a redolent wink in response.
“Do you know her?”
He clears his throat, letting the pedestrians pass by. “Uh, maybe?”
Nancy turns quickly, hazarding a glance, licks her lips while Steve clenches his jaw.
“Wow,” She breathes. “She’s—”
Steve speeds out of the parking lot like a bat outta hell. And Nancy never got to complete that thought.
Saturday, November 3, 1984
He doesn’t see you again that year, but Nancy does.
Saturday, June 29, 1985
The heat on this bus is oppressive. Offensive, even.
Even more so combined with the sweat 70-odd middle schoolers. The green ringer t-shirt with the unfortunate goldenrod yellow collar wasn’t helping things either. But, if you’d known all the particulars, you wouldn’t have taken the job.
Bagging hellspawn in the wilds of Wisconsin wasn’t worth dealing with a bunch of tweens who were hormonal and struggling to develop something called empathy.
They were mean in a scarily accurate and precise way.
“Okay twerps!” You raise a hand in the air, and count it off, “1, 2, 3, eyes on me!”
You lean against the back of the seat, facing the kids as their conversations drop to a murmur. Clipboard in hand, you flip through the brightly colored papers before addressing them once more.
“We’ll be coming to our final destination of Hawkins, in a few moments.” You pause to wipe your brow, “Couple of things to keep in mind: take only your stuff and no one else’s. Locate your adult person, parent or guardian, and then…”
You wait as the bus hisses to halt in front of the high school.
“Hey, sit back down Henderson, I’m not done yet.”
He grouses, crosses his arms and reluctantly sits.
“Right, so you find your adult and then check-out with me. Get it?”
“Got it!” They yell back and then it’s off to the races.
You brace yourself against the onslaught of tweens rushing toward the exit, clipboard clutched to your chest.
After the deluge, you scramble off the sticky plastic seat. “Thanks Larry!” You call to the bus driver and walk down the aisle, making sure no one left anything behind.
A radio crackles to life a few rows ahead of you.
“Dustin? Do you copy? Over.”
Rolling your eyes, you grab the hunk of plastic and thumb the call button. “Uh, roger that. Breaker one-nine. Henderson left his walkie on the bus. Over.”
Static and then.
“Shit.”
Shoving the behemoth in your back pocket, you step off of the bus, clipboard at the ready to check-out the campers.
Swamped with beleaguered kids and frazzled parents demanding medications and prescriptions, and mailing addresses and so forth, that you barley register the crackle and static from the walkie.
“Can you uh—” You wag a finger at an overly eager parent and pry the thing from your pocket. “What?”
“... Are you seriously mad right now?”
“Yes!” You sputter, rolling your eyes at the voice over the radio. “I’m kind of trying to do my job here.”
A laugh. “Funny, I thought you were a detective.”
You pale, a dull roar crashing through your ears. The voice is warm and melodic, slow like honey.
Handing off the clipboard to a junior counselor, you peer across the blacktop. And spy a figure leaning against the hood of a red car wearing black sunglasses. A smaller figure, jumping and waving at you in, of course, green and yellow.
“But then again.” The fuzz of static. “You were getting cozy with the padre, so maybe a change of pace. You a novitiate or just confessing?”
You refrain, with difficulty, from rolling your eyes.
“What’s it to you?”
Dustin whining when it clicks back on, “C’mon man.”
“Dinner.”
A scoff, “You wish.”
“Clearly.”
His response brings you pause, unusually forthright.
Lip pulled between your teeth, you leave him hanging for a minute and mentally sort through all the reasons why you shouldn’t.
Potential murderer - they never did find Barb Holland.
He apparently hangs out with Henderson—too many questions there to unpack there, but mainly: … why?
Already has a girlfriend, Nina… Nicole?
It would distract you from your work, but all work and no play makes you restless, and a little reckless. Speaking of which…
Pressing the call button down, you sigh. “Counter offer. I’ll allow you buy me a late lunch at the diner.”
You remember seeing a payphone somewhere around there and it’s public, so if it goes south you’ll have an easy out; you make plans to befriend the waitress, just in case.
The smugness radiates from his voice. “We have got to work on your negotiation skills.”
A crackle of static. You make a big show of turning the walkie’s dial off and shoving it back into your pocket before going back to work.
Following the directions he’d sent down with Dustin when he collected his precious walkie-talkie, you pull up to a place called Enzo’s.
Scanning the parking lot, your lips pull into a scowl when you see him.
Ah. There he is. You slam your door shut. That motherfucker.
Grinning like he’s the cat that caught the canary and goddamnit, being that attractive when smug shouldn’t be allowed.
“This isn’t what I agreed to.”
“Huh.” He cocks his head, “You don’t say.”
“What’re you playing at Harrington?”
He shrugs, hands shoved in the pockets of his too-tight jeans. You make the mistake of keeping his hands in your eyeline, looking down as you do so, and audibly gulp at the sight. Those jeans sure are tight, aren't they?
“My eyes are up here.”
You frown, and he laughs. Walks you into the restaurant— holds the door, and pulls out your chair, like a real gentleman.
A waiter quickly stops by, taking drink orders and rattling off the specials. You glace around the dining room, feeling out of place amongst the off-the-shoulder tops and high heels. Crossing your Converse-clad feet on top of one another, you stow them under the table and out of sight.
At least you weren’t wearing the ‘CAMP KNOW WHERE ‘85’ t-shirt and shorts any more.
Small miracles.
“Oh,” You say before the waiter, Kevin, goes to his next table, “Is there a payphone around here? I need to make a quick call.”
“You can use the bar phone,” He points to the bar by the hostess station. “Chris will be happy to help you.”
“Thanks!”
Steve eyes you as you stand up to leave, “Better be local distance or Enzo’ll be mad.”
“Bite me.”
He sips his drink. “Only if you ask nicely.”
With a roll of your eyes you leave him at the table perusing the menu.
Rapping your knuckles on the bar top, you smile as the bar tender approaches. “What can I get you?”
“Kevin said I could make a call from here?”
“Oh, sure.”
He leaves to get the phone and slides it in front of you before assisting another customer. You punch in the 618 area code followed by the all-too familiar number and listen as it trills.
Murray, of course, answers on the final ring.
Asshole.
“Behold!” He crows, “She brings me good tidings of great joy!”
“I hate you.”
He scoffs, “Yeah, yeah. What else is new?”
You turn back to look at Steve, he, annoyingly, waves. You reply in kind, waving your fingers before flipping him off.
“Not cursed? Bloodsick? Howling at the moon?”
“Jesus Christ.”
“Still a messianic specter, sorry to report.”
“Sooooo.” You drawl, “This is your way of telling me you’ve got nothing.”
“Uh, huh.”
“And there’s no news.”
“Yep.”
You sigh, resting your forehead against the smooth lacquered wood of the bar. No jobs, no prospects, just great.
“Where are you staying? I’ll give you a ring when I get something interesting.”
You hum and stand back up. “Dunno Murray. Was kinda counting on a job to get me outta this town.”
Chris slides a drink down to you. Tequila, if you had to guess. Down the hatch it goes. You nod in thanks.
“Well, call me when you’re settled. Who knows, a slow summer might do you some good.”
“Ugh.”
You hang up the phone with a clatter and turn back to the table with a huff.
Under the evening sunlight scattered by a canopy of leaves and panes of glass, he rests his hand on your bare shoulder, squeezing ever so slightly.
Steve shouldn’t be doing this. Shouldn’t be as cavalier with his hospitality and his attention. Doesn’t know you from Adam and has already offered up the guest room.
He’s not normally this sloppy. But after things had gone sideways in ‘83 and then gone to shit in ‘84, Steve found himself slipping. Always looking over his shoulder, wondering when you’d blow back into town.
The detective turned nun turned camp counselor (Dustin swore you made the best s’mores) turned… well, whatever this was.
Not such a mystery anymore.
There is heat. There is the frame of his bed cracking. Carpet burns on his knees and back. Damp hairs on the nape of your neck. Bruises and bite marks and scratches all over him and strangely none on you, but not for lack of trying.
When he holds your torso against his, you grip him right back, and the pressure makes him feel like he could snap in half. It is wild and ferocious, tension sparking like a snarling animal ready to pounce.
He doesn’t call you darling or baby or sweetheart because those servile names feel so discourteous to what you actually are (and it’s only an inkling, but if he’s right—). He only pants and grunts and whispers fuck, fuck, fuck like a prayer.
“Don’t hold back on me now, Harrington.” You laugh, licking the sweat dripping down into your mouth. “You’ve always been honest. Go on, tell me what you want.”
He fists your hair from behind, pulls a growl from your throat, tangles his legs between yours as the two of you lie on your sides and goddamn it, he fucks you like he could die tonight. The sound of your ass slapping the smooth plane of his torso rings like a bell through the room. Your fist finds a handful of his hair and wrenches him away. You hold him down and crawl on top with a low chuckle.
“Tell me what you want.”
It’s futile to fight you. You are faster and stronger and beneath you, in the vastness of his own room, you could swallow him whole and he would let it happen.
“I want you.” Steve breathes, raspy and raw, grabbing your shoulders in an attempt to pull you down. You bat him away and lean back instead, propping up on your feet, knees apart, showing him the entirety of your body. Gorgeous. Marble smooth. Hard as granite, but flecked with gold and dappled light.
Steve’s breath hitches in his throat.
You look cold in the way a statue might, but in the center where you are hot and wet, he could devote himself to forever.
“I want you now.”
With a savage grin gracing the transcendent beauty of your face, you allow him this request. Steve Harrington, merely mortal, succumbs entirely to your touch. His body melts into yours, shudders with reverence for your power and gravity, and he feels like he could burst apart inside of you.
Your breath is all he can hear. Your sweat is all he can taste.
You are ethereal.
And he will worship you to the end of his days.
Thursday, October 31, 1985
The bells chime on the door of Family Video before he can say that they’re closed and yes, they’re also sold out of Ghostbusters and Beverly Hills Cop.
Robin had already clocked out, picked up by some friends from band for a Halloween party, so it was just Steve closing up.
Too distracted by counting the till to acknowledge the buzz in his chest, the tension melting from his body. A distinct lack of headaches for a few months now too.
“Steve.”
A soft drip on the floor, like a leaky faucet when he glances up.
And you’re stumbling on the carpet like it’s moving beneath your feet. You’re trying to give Steve a reassuring smile and only getting across a grimace.
From what he can tell, at least.
Because you are absolutely, positively covered, head to toe, in so much blood and viscera it’s no longer red but black, dripping off of you like sludge where it hadn’t already dried. The whites of your eyes and teeth are visible, and that is not an image he necessarily wanted to have of you.
Ever, really.
“I’m alright, Steve,” You attempt. Your teeth are chattering.
“Well, that’s a relief,” Steve replies, shutting the register drawer with a flick of his wrist and shoving the deposit in the safe.
“This, uh,” You glance down at your current state, frowning.
“Not yours?” He guesses, stepping out from behind the counter, paper towels in hand. “Well, I’d hate to see the other guy.”
You rasp a laugh that quickly devolves into a cough.
“Yeah,” You say once you’ve recovered, “Totally nailed him.”
He can see as you waggle your brows, underneath the layers of blood, dirt, and grime— dried blood pulling your skin taut as it moves. Steve sucks his teeth.
“I don’t even wanna know, do I?”
Delirium is definitely sinking in because you laugh, recalling the nail gun and the thunkthunkthunk of steel driving into flesh, muscle, and bone. The screams and wails, followed by the death-rattle. His hands are on his hips as if he disapproves, worry evident in his brow.
Being the liaison between humans and other beings (part-time, at least) means that the messenger should never have the urge to endanger a human or else it would totally compromise the position. And yet here you are, fantasizing about Harrington’s beautiful, well, everything.
Hazards of the job. Strictly speaking, the types of folk you deal with aren’t necessarily human. Technicalities, and all that.
“Okay champ,” He says, wiping at your face with a dampened towel. “Let’s get you cleaned up and then to bed.”
You can’t help the giggle that erupts from your throat. “I’m not human, therefore, I do not require sleep.”
“Sure,” Steve nods along with your yammering, paper towels coming away equal parts black and bloody. “Whatever you say.”
Steve never pegged you for a sleep-talker, or whatever the hell this was.
“JAIDA, DE BAB DE ILS, DLUGA UMADEA PAMBT STEVEN, OD TABAORI AQLO BRANSG NOTHOA STEVEN, DORPHAL TOX , ASOBAM ILS DLUGA IEHUSOZ.”*
Foreign language aside, he has no idea what is going on.
Bright shafts of white light emanate from your eyes, he can barely see your pupils anymore, in their place a gold band circling your temples adorned with rapidly blinking eyes, and he has to squint and shield himself with an arm from the illumination.
He backs away, slowly, so as not to startle you. But clearly your attention is drawn elsewhere, what with all the eyes and the—
The fuck?
The… hovering. Because you’re not seated on the bed anymore, the mattress doesn't even dip with the suggestion of weight. And there is a considerable distance between your crossed legs and the sheets.
He feels nauseous and dizzy. An ever-present buzz along his skin and thrumming from the inside out. Hears the beating of wings, the shuffling of feet.
Steve clamps his hand over his ears, hating the damp squelch of it, just hears his blood rushing and heart beating instead. Wills his eyes closed, turning away, impossibly, from your glorious display.
Takes deep breaths and counts to 100. Again. And again. And again.
The touch of your hand on his arm is so light, that it doesn't even register.
Steve comes to gradually, only to find you not covered with a halo of eyes and clearly abiding by the laws of gravity.
Did he hallucinate all of that?
“Steve,” You whisper, hand rocking against his shoulder. “Steve, wake up.”
Was it just a dream?
He grumbles, half-waking and bats your hand away. “‘M’up.”
“Yeah,” You laugh. “Okay, you’re up.”
A shake of your head as you sit back against the bedframe.
Steve stretches, skin skimming against the worn sheets and feels perfectly sated. Doesn’t recall falling asleep or how he got into bed though.
Remembers seeing you at work, he was closing… Your bright eyes and teeth… And not much else. Maybe something about blood, if he concentrates.
“So.”
You’re seated a careful distance away from him on the bed. Legs fallen lazily onto themselves, hands open and resting against your knees, like one of those yogis he’s seen around town.
“You gave me quite the fright there.”
“Could say the same to you,” He counters, voice raspy with sleep. “What was—”
“Meditating.” You’re quick to answer him.
He arches a quizzical brow. “Meditating. Really?”
Bottom lip pulled and worried between your teeth. “It’s a form of introspection. Communing with your higher states of consciousness.”
“Riiiight. We’ll call it meditating. For the sake of argument.”
“What, you don’t believe me?”
He shrugs, rolls his neck and shoulders. “I never said that.”
You squint, staring at him. Your hand comes up to grasp his jaw and slowly turn his head. Face remaining impassive, you cluck your tongue and rise from the bed.
“Stay there.”
The commands thrums through him.
Steve watches as you leave the room, heading across the hall to the guest bath. Hears the water running from the faucet, the wringing of a damp rag. Soft footfalls herald your return, plopping back on the bed and dabbing the washcloth against his jaw and ear.
A tap against his chin. “Other side please.”
You do the same to his opposite ear, humming to yourself under your breath. Thunder sounds in the distant night, a storm rolling through.
Deeming it a job well done, you toss the cloth into the hamper. White terrycloth tinged rosy red. A cool hand turns Steve this way and that, your eyes darting across your handiwork.
“How’s your head?” You ask, voice soft.
“Fine.” Shakes his head, in proof, rattles his brain around. “No complainants.”
“Mmm.” You hum. “No migraines or auras?”
“Not for a while now.” He clucks his tongue, “But I didn’t tell you about those.”
Ah. Now he’s caught you out.
Your mouth hangs open, gaping like a fish.
“Hey,” His hand settles over yours, warm and familiar. “It’s fine. You’re just … perceptive.”
A laugh, the rustling of wings somewhere. “Is that so?”
Steve pulls you toward him, the air punched from his lungs as your shoulder collides with his chest. You apologize profusely, rearing back and away from him.
He tugs you back into his embrace, both arms settling around you and falling effortlessly at your hips. Feels a pleasant glow at your temples, sponges a kiss there. Catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror, your image seemingly replaced with iridescent reflections of light. A crown of fire round your head.
And is alarmingly at peace with it all.
Friday, November 1, 1985
The next morning you’d already left by the time he woke up.
A glass of water, a crumpled scrap of paper, and business card were on the bedside table. He picked up the water, gulping it down readily and scrambled for his glasses.
He grabbed the papers, the larger one seemingly covered in glitter, dust? Something golden getting all over his hands and sheets. Squinting because he never did get to wiping off his lenses, Steve read the business card first. Simple and to the point, nothing he didn’t already know.
The scrap of paper however, was beyond him.
Well, shit.
He dials Robin, figures if anyone could translate, it’d be her. Then calls the number listed on the card as he waits for her arrival.
An annoyed voice answers. “Ugh, this better be good, Harrington. I’m a busy man.”
“Yeah, who is this?”
“That’s not important.”
“What do you mean? How is that—” He sits up, cradling the phone between his shoulder and jaw.
“How did you get this number?”
“Uh, Constantine. How else?”
Whomever he’s speaking with roughly pulls the phone from their ear and mutters a litany of curses. Surprisingly few in English.
He takes a breath, waits for the conversation to resume.
“Okay, say I believe you Steve. How do you know Constantine?”
Steve arches a brow, devotes all of a few seconds to thought before saying, “Well, we’re uh, involved, I guess, and then she showed up to Hawkins dripping in blood last night.”
The next thing he hears is the sound of something smashing to the ground, quickly followed by a “Shit-cock dumbass motherfucking—” before the line drops dead.
*Highest God, of your dominion, give strong towers unto Steven, and govern your guard amidst Steven to look upon him, whom Thou givest mercy.
#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington fanfiction#stranger things fanfiction#constantine!au#reader insert#fic: through me#steve harrington smut#Spotify
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Based on the results of this poll, Questions 4 and 6 will be asked!
CAROLUS-TURPIN: "I agree, personally. I'm not one for subterfuge, but battles are more than just straightforward conquest. We were gathering information, and attempting to bolster our forces by acquiring ones from the Nameless City. And declaring war without proper preparation is absolute foolishness."
CONSTANTINE: "I see… so, you were provided a counter-signal, which allowed you to turn Valkyrie. If you were successful, you'd have a brand new army. And Lady Brynhildr… you didn't seem to be focused on turning her, so she was…"
CAROLUS-TURPIN: "…She was a vital source of information. We struggled, but my companion most likely drew out some valuable data. The process looked painful, unfortunately… again, I'm not built for these sorts of missions, but someone has to do it."
KUKULKAN: "But… that white ghost, what was that?"
CAROLUS-TURPIN: "A gift from God, I would assume. One of His Majesty's many miracles. I know little about it, but His Majesty swears on his soul that it was there when he first began his dream to unite all of Europe, and I believe in him and his righteousness. Regardless, we've gathered what we needed and left the marks we had to. I'll have to report on the grander failures, though. But, well, c'est la vie."
CONSTANTINE: "But you do plan to go to war with the Solar Cell? Or should I say 'rule over', but that change of power won't happen smoothly, you know."
CAROLUS-TURPIN: "Our goals haven't changed, Rider. His Majesty wants to rule over the Solar Cell. Were you aware that the current authority of this place wants to use it as an incubator for an unholy beast? Humanity's data, this life that resides here, is nothing more than lambs to the slaughter. Someone needs to save them, and as such His Majesty is acting upon his grand duty as a Heroic Spirit. Perhaps it will be a bloody fight, but it is for the greater good. He hoped-- and I hope-- that you can understand that and join us. We'd rather you be our ally than our enemy."
CAROLUS-TURPIN: "However, speaking of enemies… comes the matter of your second question, of whether we had something to do with the Blue Faction's disappearance. It is fortuitous, but I can at least say His Majesty did not orchestrate such an attack. The Blue Faction is-- was-- immensely powerful, however the War is a secondary consideration. However, the War still remains, so Avenger and I are still enemies, regardless of who is responsible."
GREY MESSENGER: "…You're a liar."
AVENGER growled, stepping forward angrily.
KUKULKAN: "I don't think he is. I think he truly believes everything that he's saying to us."
With a nod in agreement, the Archbishop snapped his fingers and wrapped his cloak back around his body, his form fading into shimmering with data- a teleportation Code Cast, one that you've seen used a few times.
CAROLUS-TURPIN: "...And with that, I'll be off. Until we meet again. I hope over a meal like last time, rather than a battlefield."
And then he was gone, leaving the Attack Program behind.
At that comment, you could feel the gaze from the White Attack Program on you. It felt almost… mocking, or amused by such a statement. It was hard to tell, however- it was just a blank faced machine. One that, once your answers were thoroughly settled, was impaled by the spear of the Valkyrie BRYNHILDR before it could make a similar escape.
BRYNHILDR: "Good riddance to that awful machine... Excellent work, by the way. Disrupting that curse, freeing my sisters, helping me recover, and talking down the Saber. Your Avenger may have engaged in the actual combat, but the strategy was sound."
She seemed impressed- anger at the Attack Program had seemed to make her a bit bolder with her emotions. Perhaps she would have handled things differently, but she made no move to offer corrections or unwarranted advice, and you were getting the feeling that she recognized you a bit more as a peer.
However, there seemed to be one Servant who seemed displeased.
GREY MESSENGER: "We should have killed him."
The red-clad Servant spoke up, with a brusque huff. KUKULKAN's eyes narrowed, as she put her hands on her hips, glaring at the Avenger-class.
KUKULKAN: "Oh, come on! He surrendered! We need to stick to our word, and he gave us information! Besides, he said--"
GREY MESSENGER: "He's an enemy. The more enemies you leave alive, the more chances they'll have to stab you in the back. We won one battle, but they gathered information as well. Saber seems like an immovable wall, but removing one of his 'bricks' could have been catastrophic for him. Who cares about being nice? Kindness will get you killed. Don't give others the benefit of the doubt- it's not like they'll return the favor."
You could feel the disdain in his voice at the last part of his comment, his advice bitterly spat out towards the young goddess. Surprisingly enough, you saw RIDER nod along with AVENGER, though his expression was a bit complicated.
CONSTANTINE: "I agree with Invader that we should not have gone back on our word, but I can't argue with the exact principle of what Avenger is saying. But that's only if Saber proves to be unreasonable. As of now, we can't jump straight into bloody warfare with him. He still wants to be an ally to us, even if he stands against the Solar Cell. Which means, whether you like him or not, politicking with him is a good option. If he instigates against us, then we should obviously defend ourselves, but as of now, keeping the Archbishop alive was a smart choice."
The discussion was cut short by a flash of magical energy, as the shimmering form of the young Valkyrie that had given you this detour appeared before you.
ORTLINDE: "Valkyrie, Designation: Ortlinde. Reporting that Thrud has returned back onto our synchronization, as well as our other sisters. They seem weakened, so they are reporting to the infirmary at the Training Grounds until they are fully recovered, and can give a direct report on the situation."
BRYNHILDR: "Ortlinde? ...I see, so you sent them. You have my thanks, sister."
ORTLINDE: "I'm… it wasn't… uhm, thank you Elder Sister. And thank you, Interlopers. You have my- you have our thanks. And you will be compensated properly. Goodbye!"
With a bit of a nervous nod of her head, the message ended and you got an alert.
[ Received 1000 PPT from VALKYRIE ORTLINDE! ]
KUKULKAN: "We really have to decide whether we're keeping 'Interlopers' or not. Back when we were fully 'ends justify the means', it worked, but we're trying to find a lighter path, yes?"
As the Invader mused, the elder Valkyrie began to float in the air.
BRYNHILDR: "I should return to my beloved. I don't think I'll re-synchronize like Thrud, though. Not until I'm certain I'm clear of whatever that Saber and Attack Program did- if they did anything at all. Regardless, take care on your journey, travelers."
With that, the Valkyrie vanished into the sky.
KUKULKAN: "We should get going too. There's not anything left here for us, I think. Let's see..."
KUKULKAN pulls out the map, detailing your current locations.
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The situation with SABER and BRYNHILDR seemed to take quite a bit of time. It seemed like you could hit one more location before leaving if you wanted to make it in time for the Flaming Bout.
Your current map details are here.
You are currently in the City Outskirts.
THE NAMELESS CITY:
NERO is still building!
MUSASHI is still investigating!
CONSTANTINE, the GREY MESSENGER, and KUKULKAN are in your current party! *If you chose to 'leave the Nameless City', your party will automatically regroup, even if you had given your reserve members a task. As you've visited at least one other location (City Outskirts), your reserve Servants will have finished their tasks by the time you reconvene!
#thgw story#thgw: chapter 5#main post#they got rid of the yellow highlighter and i am distraught. um hello. i was using that
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Hi, so I see your shifting to Sandman. I'm shifting to be John Constantine apprentice because I'm crazy. I know he's in the sandman universe/knows the characters, I know nothing about Sandman. Is there anything I should be prepared for?
if that makes you crazy, idk what shifting as Constantine makes me. 😭 the
yeah. theres a lot to unpack with the sandman series.
Generally the Endless don't really get involved with Constantine (unless you script otherwise) so you should be fine with them. Just keep in mind, your actions have consequences. so if you do something that messes with the Endless or their realms, they may get involved if you pose an actual threat.
You'll deal with hell/demons a lot more than the other sandman characters, so make sure you're mentally prepared for all that. bc hell/demons is a lot. especially since Lucifer Morningstar originated from the sandman series (and then got his own series which has even more stuff in it).
with Lucifer....LMFAO good luck. I scripted Lucifer is like a paternal figure so we're never really on bad terms. but he is described to be the second most powerful entity in the entire DC universe and John Constantine does interact with him/other angels and demons regularly.
my thoughts:
have protective wards/sigils that prevent celestials from doing anything harmful or negative to you. (not that anything WILL happen, but odds are it will and I'd rather be safe than sorry.)
make sure to have immunity to possession or mind control.
tbh I scripted in a book that kinda has every thing I'd ever need to know about the occult in it that I can refer to at any time. (which includes spells, gods, creatures, etc)
I'd say plan accordingly since you'd be human (I'm assuming) and will be dealing with god level entities.
I lived on the fandom wiki for Constantine/hellblazer when making my DC script. I'd suggest looking at Constantine's backstory or anything that could tie him to the sandman. Or just do a deep dive into all of the magical/celestial characters to better understand how they connect, which is what I did.
if you can't read the comics, look at YouTube videos, TikTok's, the tv shows; anything that may help you piece together the lore better (if you don't care about spoilers.)
basically, do your research. there is a lot going on with the occult side of DC and the best I can suggest is to script in a lot of protection for yourself. if this doesn't help you can always message me or ask another question :)
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Congratulations on the new update. The chapter is wonderful, it was worth the wait!
I love our new Harbinger duties… some might call it boring, but hey this is fun! My MC was such a Sherlock about those farmers case 🕵️Reading about charities was painful, tho. Everyone needs help, and we can choose only one. How to decide?! 😭
Maximilian and the ambassador are interesting, I can't wait to see more of them in further chapters.
I still don't know what to do with F *sigh* I have totally mixed feelings about them, but it's good that we finally got to know their motives. Same with James, though he didn't say much about... And yet this: “You won’t fuck things up like I’ve managed to do.” Damn, James! Mysterious as always, huh?
You grin and gently tap the carriage wall. Timber opens one eye, then the other, and jumps up, letting out a high-pitched chortle.
You laugh as he runs to you and crawls up your chest to your shoulder where he places ferret kisses on your cheek.
Aaaaa, I finally got to meet my pet and I'm in love 🥰😘
LOL, I just remembered this picture I made once 😂😂😂
You smirk at James. “Yes, brother, you never should have shown fear. Now my scary little ferret will feast on your fear forevermore.”
You watch amused as a shiver runs down James’ spine. He glares at you… “Ha ha, very funny asshole.”
Timber hisses at James. Your brother’s eyes widen and he takes a step back, behind Constantine.
Really James, are you afraid of a little furry animal? I was laughing so hard at this scene. It's gold!
I liked the funeral scene, it was perfect and I'm glad my MC was able to act according to his personality (that means, quite stoically). Poor James 🥺 he takes it hard... I'm dying to know what happened when the King was killed and what James' role was in it.
I don't know if it's just me but the Queen's POV is a bit disturbing "I will burn this world if it comes to it, she vows." ._.
Ok, that's enough, because this 'ask' got long. One more thing, my MC who uses he/him is often called "Their Highness" ("Their Highness has to visit their charity while we're there"). Bug?
I had so much fun writing the court scene and there will definitely be more scenarios like that where MC has to make decisions. Hopefully, Part 2 of the chapter where you actually go to the charity will show what a difference even a bit of help can make for those who are struggling :)
I still have that Ferret picture saved to my computer. I look at submitted pictures and memes when I need a laugh. :D
Really James, are you afraid of a little furry animal? I was laughing so hard at this scene. It's gold!
I'm really relieved to hear your reaction to the pet introduction scene. I wanted them to be a bit funny without it feeling forced. I'm not good at forced humor, I'm better when I say stuff randomly so I tried to pretend I was the characters for these scenes and imagined how they would react.
I don't know if it's just me but the Queen's POV is a bit disturbing "I will burn this world if it comes to it, she vows." ._.
HAHA no comment
One more thing, my MC who uses he/him is often called "Their Highness" ("Their Highness has to visit their charity while we're there"). Bug?
Yes, it was a bug! I FINALLY figured out the fix and it shouldn't be an issue anymore :) Sorry about that.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts! Putting an update out is so nerve-wracking because you really don't know what people will think. Obviously, you can't please everyone, which is fine, but it's nice to hear feedback and thoughts. As an author, I always wonder what someone's reaction would be as they read a certain scene or if they picked up on small things that aren't obvious. This was a treat to read. Thank you, thank you!!
-Vi
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BBC MERLIN HC
(hc's below the cut)
Pre-Purge
Hunith and Gaius are related, Gaius was born to a noble mum and dad, while Hunith was born to a peasant mum and noble dad. Gaius finds out that his father had another child (he found out when his dad was dying) and after sometime found Hunith and took her under his wing (like Merlin)
Igraine and Balinor met when they were teens (14-16)
Hunith hates, and I mean hates Uther
Hunith was born, raised and lived in Camelot for most of her life, only leaving 4 years before the purge
Gaius (as a kid) hated most of the noble kids
Balinor and Uther have a Gwaine and Arthur kind of relationship, but this time they actually hate each other
Igraine and Nimueh definitely dated for a while
To me Igraine & Nimueh have a Merlin & Arthur relationship if Arthur knew about Merlin's magic
Constantine III (Uther's dad) is the Arthur Weasley of the non-magical world
People think Uther and Balinor fucked at least once
Gaius had to deal with two generations of dumb gay ( + token straight) people
Gaius has always been the "old man"
Igraine is the second child (Agravaine is the oldest and Tristan is the youngest)
Hunith is besties with Gwen's mum
Balinor, Igraine and Nimueh the chaos trio of their generation
They also talk shit about everybody else
Hunith is very confused why Igraine likes her so much
Meanwhile Igraine kind of forms a crush on her and fully shows it
Balinor fell first and harder
Hunith is just as sassy as Merlin, Igraine and Balinor love her for that
I just had a realization that Hunith, Igraine and Balinor are just the love triangle of Gwaine, Merlin and Arthur
Like I already knew that I saw them like Gwaine, Merlin and Arthur, but not to this extent!!!!
Everyone had a crush on Hunith (can't blame them)
Igraine runs off on a daily basis (with Balinor and Nimueh, of course)
Balinor is more closer to the knights of Camelot than Uther is
Igraine is a gremlin child
Uther cheated on Igraine to have an heir, but got Morgana instead (Igraine and Morgana's dad don't know about this)
Igraine loves horse riding and getting away from the overwhelming castle life
Igraine never loved Uther, she liked him, thought he was a good person, but her heart always thought about her ex-husband (Gorlois)
Post-purge
(before the show started)
The longest time a servant stayed in Arthur's service was 3 months (they were on a mission, that's the only reason he didn't fire him then)
The norm for a person staying in Arthur's service is 1-4 weeks
Morgana the first week when she came to Camelot to live full time didn't come out of her chambers
Merlin one day just changed his bio s€x over night because he didn't like it
Hunith got gray hairs because of Merlin and Will, mostly Merlin
Merlin has been followed home by many animals (he wants to keep them, but Hunith says no, Merlin cried)
When Arthur came out to Uther (as in he told Uther he felt like a boy and asked if that was normal) Uther was overjoyed. He told everyone that Nimueh turned Arthur into a girl as revenge and he (Arthur) should be treated as a prince.
Leon has always been a babysitter for Arthur and Morgana
Uther hid every painting of Igraine because it hurt to much to look at her and store them in an unused room
Geoffrey hid every magical book, item, everything in a hidden room behind a bookcase that Uther had no idea about
Gaius helped a lot
Gaius also for a long time didn't stop doing magic, only 9 years later he fully stopped
Gaius tried to bring Hunith back to Camelot because she told him how much things have gotten worse
(during the purge) Magical people who wanted revenge for what Uther was doing strated attacking Camelot and during it someone lit the castle ablaze, thankfully it was only a small part of the castle, a part of the castle that Arthur was in. When Balinor saw what was happening (he was there to save whoever he could) ran into the burning castle and saved Arthur. He quickly after found Gaius and gave him Arthur. Till this day no one other than Gaius and Balinor know about what happened
Morgana saw Gwen one day, picked her up and has not put her down ever since
(During the show)
Merlin and Morgana gossip
Merlin has a new found hatred of poetry and the tavern
Gwaine has somehow removed almost all the doors off their hinges while drunk
Merlin gets all the sacrifices that the druids give him
Merlin: Hey, Gaius do you want beef for breakfast...and lunch...and dinner?
Gaius: Why do you ask-
Cow, dead laying in the middle of the room:
Gaius, deadpan: Why...?
Merlin, just as done with this: I don't fucking know...
He once woke up with two dead kids near his bed
That was a fun morning
Uther kind of likes Merlin, he thinks he would be a fantastic jester (it's a complement)
Lancelot goes along with everything Merlin does, so does Gwaine, but he thinks it's just for shits' n' gigs'
Merlin has seen things while being in Arthur's service, mostly Arthur doing ego shattering, pride reducing things
Leon and Merlin are the dad and mum of the group, I will die on this hill
Merlin can hide his emotions the best, not because of the fighting, but because Kilgharrah will just randomly start singing
When Merlin can't use his magic over a long period of time he gets the magic version of overstimulated
Everything feels like it's on fire, the lights are to bright, the noise is too much, you get the gist
Merlin takes the children out for an "adventure", when in reality it's him bringing them away from the latest burning for both the kids and himself
However there are times where he knows the kids know, just something in their eyes disappears
Those times he sits with them and let's them cry it all out
The noble kids adore Merlin because of how physically affectionate he is (thank hunith) and he shows them love so freely
As well as the peasant kids, every child see's Merlin as a brother/uncle/father/ect.
Gwen is the oldest, Elyan is the youngest
Gwaine has met Hunith while traveling (after he met Merlin) and absolutely adores her
Since magic is everything, especially in nature, Merlin is kind of mother nature
Merlin has always been able to hunt (since it wouldn't make sense for him not to) and he doesn't hate it
He does like it don't get me wrong, but he knows it's essential for survival
Merlin just doesn't like it when they hunt animals for sport
Merlin and Arthur have this deep understanding that scares both of them sometimes
Arthur fell first, but Merlin fell harder
Arthur has a crush on Merlin since s1/e4
And Merlin has a crush on Arthur since s2
Merlin grew his hair out one time and Arthur "band" him from cutting it
Merlin loves kids and is great with them, but doesn't know if he wants to have any
(post the show)
Merlin came back to Camelot, but did leave a few months after (he needed some space), but after two years (filled with letters) he came back with his mother
The gang (or what's left of it) found out that Leon's immortal. They all freaked out
When Gaius died, Merlin didn't come out of his chambers for weeks
Same goes to his mother
After Gaius retired Merlin became the physician
Everyone didn't know why Merlin didn't become the court warlock, but Gwen knew. He didn't tell her, but she just knew why
Gwen re-married for political reasons and after a while the gang excepted him, not fully, but mostly
After everyone died Leon and Merlin left Camelot and started traveling since they could never do it (merlin being poorer then poor and leon being a knight)
They became very close and considered each other their life partner (platonic)
When Leon and Merlin have a fight they just leave. No note. Nothing.
At first it scared them, but now they know their safe and they'll come back
Leon and Merlin call each other "grandpa"
They fucking hate it, but they will not stop
They also probably got married for tax or something
Like no romance, strictly platonic.
Just for some added benefits
When thing get rough (mentally) they just sit somewhere and hold each other, quietly, rubbing their thumbs over each others hand/arms/legs, play with each others hair. Just be there for the other
Merlin grew his hair out and will not cut it
There are periods of time he looks like a hermit and when he does Leon full on sword fights him into cutting his hair
He does eventually cut it, but it's still longer then normal
They definitely have a whole other language (think the whistling between merlin and arthur)
They travelled the the world together
They have been known as the forest wizard and knight (they find it fun)
Modern era
(pre-Arthur revival)
(post-Arthurs resurrection)
The first movie Merlin showed him was the Monty python and The Holy Grail and Disney's version of the story
Arthur despise both of them (mostly Disney's one)
Arthur definitely gets panic attacks and anxiety attacks
Merlin is always there to help him and comfort him
Same goes the other way around, but Arthur isn't that good at ✨emotions ✨
Merlin has an EpiPen on him at all times just in case
Arthur wears clothes that look like his old clothes, but they are made with modern fabrics (he does have normal clothes but only wears them when he has to)
Merlin is a ball of stress
Arthur is also a ball of stress but for completely different reasons
Merlin and Leon probably has a shit ton of money
Arthur fears going to sleep afraid he's not going to wake up (someone else's idea and i can't find them so i could give credit!!!!!!!!!)
Merlin has a ginger cat that he calls ginger
He just found him on a rainy day when ginger was a kitten and help them out
Now he kind of lives there
He's half indore cat, half outdoor cat
And he's an asshole
Leon is happy Arthur's back, but he's not happy that the tension and the staring is back
(That's it for now)
#just some headcanons i have compiled over the month#merlin headcanons#bbc merlin#the adventures of merlin#merlin#merlin emrys#arthur pendragon#merlin and arthur
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Evenfall Grove Dev log 3
Busy, Busy, Busy.
My partner got a new job recently, so I've been helping him prepare and not feel so nerves. That being said, I have been getting stuff done here and there when I can.
I keep thinking "Oh, I finally have a little time to sit and draw/write!" then something new pops up for us. 😂 It's a bit funny, but also makes me so frustrated with myself. But- This is also my first game on my own, so I guess playing it slow and steady isn't the worst thing...
I have been finishing up Heke and Constantin's re-design, while Ashborn is done (expect their full portrait to be posted soon!) Also, say hi to Ash's friend. He's a small and mighty bird.
I'm going to miss colouring Ashborn's picture, they were just a vibrant assortment of colours compared to the other two. (Question to build the hype for our gorgeous witch's full reveal! Would you let Ashborn give you a tattoo if they asked? Better yet, would you get matching tattoos?)
I like Heka's neater attire since I wanted him to be well-kept and comfy. Lots of soft fabrics and loose clothes. I also added more make-up and designs to his human form because my boy has FLAIR. (Should I post shirtless Heka to show off his chest markings? Hmm....)
I believe I mentioned it already, but I wanted Heka to give a welcoming presence, if a little mysterious. The only off-putting thing I kept was his human body's eyes... But there's a reason for that decision....
Constantin is less bulky and features more sentimental accessories (He's not going to be an easy one to romance the more and more I write....) and tighter attire... I stand by my decision. He's a Hunter, so to me, he needed something that wouldn't restrict him, but also not weigh him down too much. Also had to add the eye cover for his scarred eye. The more I write, the better I can see how these characters present themselves.
For instance, Con is a character full of guilt, shame and fear. The scarred eye is the one injury he ever felt he deserved and it's also his biggest shame, so he would be the sort to cover and hide it.
I don't have much else to update on, other then I've been mindlessly writing and drawing when I can. It's all a cluster of mess, but I'm at least happy I'm moving along despite life not giving us a moment to breath.
I've also been thinking, since it was recommended, to create a Patreon! I wanted to post about it to get some feedback and hear what you all would like to see! So far I was thinking exclusive stories, art and early access, etc. Maybe also extra NSFW stuff? Hm...
Anyway. Thank you to everyone still following along with the progress and giving Evenfall a second thought. It means so much to know how many of you are interested in Evenfall Grove. It helps, more then you'll ever know, to keep me creating! So again, thank you!
Final thing, I will try to put aside some time to answer ask this weekend, so feel free to throw any feedback, questions and curiosities over there!
#evenfall grove if#dev log#unedited#when I get a good night sleep I'll be able to write properly pfft
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