#conxjob

[falliblefabrial]

“There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.” for the calligraphy thing!

[somebodyhelpthenotdeadfreds]

So. *cracks knuckes* I hear you have an au idea for Gary Green. Could you maybe talk about it a bit more? *crosses fingers* (im terrible im sorry)

 *crackles knuckles* settle down around the fire, I’ll spin a half-formed tale that is slowly growing into a real fic. Inspiration comes from my lovely Discord server and @agentmarymargaretskitz who encourages all my cracky AUs.

So John, Ava, and Gary are out on a mission for the Legends. This is after the whole ‘good and evil’ talk (sidenote: forever bitter that that was not an ONSCREEN conversation but i digress) so the tension between the two is a real ‘will they/won’t they’ mixed with the sexual tension as always. Ava doesn’t want to be here, but somebody needs to be a responsible adult.

Eventually, after *insert bullshit magic yadadada* Gary turns a corner and BAM.

“Gary, what happened?” Ava yells after hearing him yelp.“I - think I ran into a wall,” Gary calls back, rubbing his forehead, touching over his temples because damn, that’s what the pain feels like but - there’s no wall. There’s nothing. It just feels like a migraine.

He goes home that night and the headache has spread to a neck and back ache, as well. Oh well, probably pulled a muscle, it’ll be fine.

For some reason, he eats five eggs (scrambled a little raw) for breakfast and the ache is dull, humming under his skin. His mouth actually waters as Mona passes by his work desk with food for the creatures, he’s - starving.

Nate doesn’t question his eating of an entire can of chicken liver pate, plain, at his desk.

The headache’s back, and it’s worse.

It’s soothed slightly by a rare steak he makes at home, but now it feels like he’s buzzing with energy as he lays drained on the couch.

“I - think I have an iron deficiency,” he murmurs to nobody, as per usual.

There’s a purr from the back of his brain: No.

It’s all he remembers before falling asleep.

For the next three days, he’s basically been eating nothing but protein yet he’s never felt more tired in his life. Nobody says a thing to him.“Sorry Green, got the last 8 O’Clock,” McNeil laughs at him, the treacherous Keriug already filling up his cup. Gary rolls his eyes, but he finds he can’t roll them back forward again as words escape his mouth“You touch my coffee again, I’ll rip your lungs out and feed them to you.”

His eyes suddenly roll forward again and he blinks a few times before giving a high, awkward laugh. at McNeil’s startled expression. 

“You - you know me, not the same without morning coffee!” He takes whatever’s in the communal pot and sits back down at his desk, shaking his head and blinking a few more times. He gets through until lunch until he - suddenly blacks out.

He wakes up again in the afternoon, in the empty bathroom on the -3rd floor that nobody ever uses, covered in blood. That’s enough to make him panic, never mind the three empty pint containers of blood, a fourth in his hand and all over his mouth.

He stumbles out of the stall and washes his face in the sink, and when he looks up his reflection is smirking with coal-black eyes. He rubs his eyes and turns away, that purring voice pressing behind his temple. 

Hello.

“Uh, hi. What - who are you?” he asks, because damn his ingrained politeness.A friend.“I - I don't believe that.”Gary. All I want to do is help you.“...could you - not, do that,” Gary muttered, cleaning the messy stall.It’s taken longer to gain any control over you than normal humans.“...sorry?”Pure souls are hard to break.“I’m - not - a virgin, if that’s what you mean.”Oh, I know. You think about it a lot.“Don’t - don’t read my thoughts!”Too late. You’re tired, let me - drive. Close your eyes, let me-“No! Shut up!” Gary says too loudly out loud as he walks into the break room. He grabs a danish and scurries back out of there to avoid confrontation.

And instead of that, he walks right into John Constantine, looking ruggedly handsome (like always dammit Gary shut up) while he’s got crumbs all over his lips and dark circles under his eyes.“Hey, Squire,” John smirks with a cigarette between his lips even if the building’s nonsmoking. Gary opens his mouth to respond back when that awful migraine, like claws sinking into his frontal lobe, returns and he winces.“Sorry, migraines,” he explains in a rush, heading back to his desk without another look his way.

It’s too much to deal with, he opens the door to Ava’s office, knowing he looks like a wreak and she’s - so annoyed to see him, it’s so obvious, and he tries to explain, Ava, Boss-Lady, I’m - I’m sick, I’m sick, something’s wrong - “something’s wr-”“Gary, just go home,” Ava says curtly, going back to her meeting with the Legends. He lets the door close and heads on the walk home alone, only his feet carry him somewhere else.

When he’s finally back in his apartment, eating through two packages of raw lamb, the voice comes back.They’re mean to you.“I - they’re my friends, I was - I was being annoying.”Friends shouldn’t do that.“You - what do you know about friends? Where - where are you from?”Hell.“Okay. Okay, that’s normal. Why - why are you inside of me? Oh, no, that came out wrong.”Reasons you can’t know, not yet.“...cool. Look - look, don’t bother possessing me. Look at me, I’m worthless. I trip over my own carpet four times a week sober.”I...can help.“I don’t want to hurt anyone.”People deserve it.“I don’t need to hurt them, though.”Humans are dumb, Gary. All of them. You, not so much.

It’s weird, to have this conversation with essentially your own brain as you speak out loud and then have words and voice that aren’t yours come out of your mouth.

Give me a chance to take control. I’ll give you what you want, then you can let me what what I want, the demon says. (Gary’s calling him Joe, because his vocal chords cannot replicate the name that swirled in his brain)

“...you get one day to convince me,” Gary states firmly, and no sooner do those words leave his lips then his vision goes black.

When he wakes up, it’s to everything he’s ever wanted in the world. The A/C’s never on the fritz, the neighbors are quiet, the shower always has hot water, the apartment’s bigger, and there’s - a blonde warlock in his bed that kisses him before Gary has to leave for work.

He has his OWN office at work, his own Keriug, he’s employee of the month and number one agent, all the bells and whistles and everyone is actually glad to see him and greet him, even Ava, even all the Legends. Everything is so goddamn perfect, especially a visit from said blonde warlock in the afternoon, in his lap in his own office, smiling that rare real smile.

And then John Constantine says to him, Gary Green: “I love you.”

Gary sits straight up from where’s he’s been out cold on his couch, gasping for air and he doesn’t know why, he just knows his heart is racing because - 

What’s wrong? It’s what you want.“It’s not,” Gary whispers, lying but not lying, picking up his phone. “I don’t want lies. I don’t want to be lied to.”

It’s 6 o’clock. He’s been MIA an entire day and a half. There’s a single message, from Ava, at two in the afternoon: Gary, why aren’t you at work? You need to call if you can’t come in, remember.

That’s it. Nothing about his well-being, his whereabouts, about him.

Gary throws his phone into the opposite armchair and cries into a stupid throw pillow he got as a stupid giveaway at an office supply store. Not even a housewarming pillow.

There’s a hesitant warmth, just under the degree of burning, under the skin of his aching shoulder, spreading down his back.I want to help.

“How?”Whatever you need.

The knock at the door and the British accented “Gary, love, you awake?” sends Gary scrambling to shove bloody wrappers under the couch, quickly rinsing his face off before answering the door even as the voice hisses Noooot Constantine. “Hush,” Gary whispers harshly before throwing the door open.

John takes in Gary’s red-tinged eyes, dark circles beneath those, the general paleness and exhaustion. “Weren’t around today.”

“Sick,” Gary offers quickly. “Think - I have a bug. I’m fine, don’t - your’e not worried, duh, just - thanks, thank you for - checking in.”

There’s something - wrong, John can’t put a finger on it, but just nods in agreement. There’s too long a pause before the goodbyes, enough time for an embrace or a kiss, but neither offers either option. The door just closes between them afterwards.

I said humans were dumb, Gary.“Not - not all humans.”You aren’t. John Constantine, of all the humans, is the dumbest.“Hey, no, don’t say that stuff.”Yes, because you want to fuck-“Do - NO, that’s not why-”I can read your thoughts. Humans usually don’t break out of those fantasies like what I put you in. Why did you?“...it’s not real.”The warmth wraps around his arm, if that were possible. This is.Gary actually smiled. “...yeah, it is.”

Apparently, it’s easy to get used to possession, so long as your demon stays well-fed. Bloodlust can be avoided as long as there is actual blood to consume. Gary knows this butchery too well by the end of the first two weeks.

We should kill him, the demon tells Gary when McNeil steals the last K-cup again.“No, I said we wouldn’t do that....unless we had a reason.” Truth be told, he’s probably on borrowed time before he finally kills, he knows that. So far, the blood’s working to keep him satisfied.You hate him. That’s a reason. Or the man downstairs for being loud. We can rip his lungs out.“Not gonna happen.”

Ava’s in a very important business meeting with Mr. Heywood, and Gary’s leading the Legends to the waiting room outside her office to wait it out.

“So what’s this about?” Sara asks him.“Boss lady won’t let me say, you know that.”“Mick.”Oh god, Gary thinks before his vision tints into black tones.Before Mick can grab Gary, all he sees are Gary’s eyes visibly turning solid black for a brief moment before he has one hand in Mick’s collar and holding him up against the wall and snarling, “I said to WAIT.”

Then he shifts back and looks terrified for a second, dropping Mick down and offering sheepishly with a laugh, “I - sorry, no coffee. Did I mention I’ve been working out? Gotta run!”

He’s out of there, “What was that?”He was bothering you.“How did I do that?”I did it.

Then Gary’s flicking his hand to the right and McNeil’s chair spins out of control and he falls out of it onto the linoleum, precious coffee spilling everywhere.

Gary smiles despite himself. “We can’t do this a lot.”But we can do it?“...we can do it sometimes.”

For more, stay tuned for the upcoming fic!!!! Whew, I hope you like this NOVELLA that I answered you with!

[langdonxmichael]

Continued from here:

“I have something better.”

He held out his hands, both palms up to show that he wasn’t harboring a knife or blade of some sort, simply because he knew John would look.

“I never excelled in the healing arts, but I can dispell a small infection. If you’ll allow me.”

@conxjob

[lostshifter]

"Well, hell-o punk! This is me and my crew Mucous Membrane! Bout you, then?!" A young blonde man wearing a ripped up white t-shirt, leather pants, and spiked boots hopped into a stool next to a new crew he'd never seen before, a feral grin on his face, and a ciggie in his mouth.

@conxjob

Charlie and her band were hanging out at the site of one of their latest gigs, when a stranger approached them and plopped down beside them. Charlie watched him warily, the entire band did. “We’re The Smell.” Charlie introduced. “What’s your name, mate?” She wasn’t about to give the name of herself or her bandmates until he did so first.

[darkwithalight-blog]

@conxjob​ continued from here

“Like my father. I spent so much of my life being Zatara’s daughter and even with my own legacy to back me up, how many people still look at me and see him.” She wanted to be Zatanna, Mistress of Magic and have people respect her for everything she had done. “Besides you know me, John, I like standing out. I belong in front of a crowd. A crowd who wants to see me.”

[infiniitefrequency-a]

@conxjob because she’s been begging

“Whatever it is, no. A firm no, with no wiggle room, and no ability to be talked into anything, anymore. Ever.”

[goldenfatale-moved]

@conxjob

Fingers curl along his neck, caressing, tempting to squeeze.  “John..” Lisa murmured in his ear, voice soft and velvety. A hint of danger tinging it.

She hadn’t come back from hell the same woman as before. 

[rosetheravaged]

Ain’t Nothing but a Good Time | conxjob

@conxjob​

Another job well done. This one was a simple assassination, but she still got paid pretty well. Now, time to spend some of that money.

She’s found a hole-in-the-wall bar and a ton of motorcycles parked in front of it. Good. Biker gangs are good. She walks in, confidently striding up to the bar and ordering a beer. She doesn’t exactly blend in, what with her silver hair, orange and black leather jacket, studded black jeans, and black biker boots with a little heel to them, but she doesn’t want to blend in. She wants to party.

She looks around the bar and knows she’s getting some wicked stares, some of the bikers ready to try and intimidate her. Time to endear herself to the masses. “And another round of drinks for my friends,” She orders and plops a decent wad of cash down on the bar. “In fact, another 3 rounds!” That should put them at ease. She looks around and notices a pool table and smirks. Perfect.

Grabbing her beer, she heads over and waits for the game to finish. “I wanna play the winner.”

[abxaquilone-archive-blog]

@conxjob || From HERE

“So, this is all about the body?“ Tuunbaq returned the outright look, “It gets tired, it gets old. But if you could you would stay to see what’s next. Everybody wants to know. Everybody needs second chances, third chances... Everybody wants to peek under the veil and come back. Even someone who is used to dance the tango with Hell and sleep with monsters. Like you.“

[angerbuilt]

@conxjob / starter call.

❝Now that’s an accent you don’t hear very often. What brings you to this neck of the woods, hm?❞

[fatalheat]

“What the fuck is that?” Mick eyes up the khaki shorts and soft blue shirt. If it had been Haircut in it, he wouldn’t have questioned a thing. But the fact John was in it.... Mick frowned.

@conxjob

[theagentofarchives]

You're so fuckin' special

@conxjob

The woman rushed to johns apartment opening the door, ' john john wake up!' She called excitedly. She was out of her agent clothes and in a pair of tight tore up jeans with fishnets under them. A pair of knee high heeled boots, with a tight crop top showing a lot of skin and a black and red flannel top with the sleeves rolled up. Her hair was down and not even remotely professional as she held tickets in hand.

' I got us tickets to see radiohead john!' She called out making him a cup of tea and getting two ibuprofen knowing he was probably hungover. She used her magic to deaden the sound of her heels as she headed to his room.

[debtstrokes-blog]

💏

50 ways to kiss someone - accepting

10. In desperation... @conxjob

     Slade feels himself slipping. His gaze is constantly chasing John’s, and he can’t remember the last time he took a job and didn’t think about this. About coming back from it. Sharing stories, sharing smiles, drinking, casually brushing against one another. All elbows and shoulders on the couch, personal space forgotten what felt like a century ago. 

     They had been teetering here for so long, on this razors edge of tension, and Slade couldn’t speak for John, but he, himself was terrified to break it. He had gained so much, and while he stood to gain so much more, the idea of losing terrified him. 

     And here they were, John’s hand clamped over a wound in his side while Slade digs around in his pack for bandages, and the smell of cinders and sulfur burn his nostrils. His skin feels singed, his heart hammers in his ears, and he realizes how quickly, no matter how good they were at their respective professions, things could fall apart and they could lose everything. 

     In an instant, they could lose each other. 

     And so Slade decides, right then and there, that he can’t let another minute pass without breaking the levee inside him. He would sink or swim in the waters that came rushing forth, that would depend entirely on how this act of desperation was received. 

     “Damnit, Johnny boy, I thought I lost you,” he grabs John by the face, firm grasp at his jaw, thumb against his cheek-- John feels a little too cool to the touch. It’s not how Slade imagined it, this moment should have been perfect, not anxious. Then again, maybe, he thinks as he closes the distance between them, this was perfectly them. 

     Slade’s lips are gentle but urgently pressed against John’s own, and the feeling of it brings a flood of memories to the surface, one after another. All of it started with a job. A pay day, and Slade’s creative choice in dead body for John’s needs. Then the occasional exchange in bars. The infrequent nights spent working together, trading information. The turning point had been one cold, quiet February night on a rooftop. 

     He’d been so close then, so ready to tumble down the rabbit hole of whatever they were becoming, but fear stayed his hand. Not anymore.

     He breaks from John’s lips, nose brushing the other man’s cheek as he exhales something like relief. 

     “I can’t lose you, too.”

[langdonxmichael]

Four days. No food. No water. Nothing. Michael had isolated himself in the wilderness. A faint white chalk outline of an intricate Satanic design etched into the ground. He was tired. Exhausted and perhaps a bit delusional. He had lost everything. Miss Meade, the only maternal influence in his entire life had been burnt at the stake by witches and he had been simultaneously expelled from the Hawthorne Academy.

He couldn’t go back and he couldn’t see a way forward. He was on his own for the very first time and clearly wasn’t coping well as he slowly fell to his knees. Too weak to stand. Too stubborn to leave the circle until he had answers.

“What am I supposed to do?!”

@conxjob

[citizensteels]

👌

SEND 👌 IF YOUR MUSE WOULD BANG MINE!

“Why thank you.”

[gamexsurvivalarchive-blog]

❛ It’s four o'clock in the morning, what are you doing? ❜ from cass to maya?

@conxjob gets maya for cass!!

“what’s it look like?” the drunk teen questioned while sipping from the beer bottle that she held up for the man to see. “i’m gettin rid of the ghosts. they’re bein real annoying..& i want them to just shut up & let me sleep.”