#john constantine needs a nap

[emerald-hobbit]

Exhaustion

Summary:

And there he knelt in the middle of a field which would end up being the modern day Lake District utterly exhausted. He knew he’d been overdoing it, magic always came with a cost and a week like he had came with a steep one, but he had a job to do.

John heard the team coming looking for him so he took in a shaking breath and got to his feet, ignoring the piercing headache the action brought on and walked towards the voices until they came into view on the outskirts of the village.

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Or: John becomes magically exhausted and collapses, Ray and Sara are there for him

[fandombrainrots]

If I may I would like to add!!

Please be kind I don’t write much :)

John was becoming increasingly frustrated as his ever present headache grew. There has been a house flipped going around to haunted buildings, and somehow clearing out all of the hauntings! It’s insane with how fast this guy moves, always beating John to the call of supernatural behavior. The worst part? The guy actively insists that ghosts don’t exist. Constantly blaming pipes and floors and all sorts of random household items!! He was fed up, pulling out a smoke as he tries to calm his headache. He had finally made it to a haunting before that awful house flipper, and it was giving off such powerful energy that he was wary to go inside. None the less, he knew he had to complete a job, so he headed inside. He was not expecting to find a cult gathered in the living room. It only took a few seconds before everyone sprang into action, the cultist screaming out commands as John took a stand to fight. He has only taken down two when a flash went through the room, and John could only stare in horror at the completed ritual summoning that was slowly leaking shadows into the room. Star-like particles started appearing in the air, and the gravity seemed to get lighter as items started to float. What was worse was when the tentacles came.

Long, black spears lifting up the spirit that was summoned as the remaining cultists bowed to the creature. “W̴̟̓h̵̙͊ỏ̶͈ ̴̦͠d̷̹͘a̴̮͛r̸̞̿e̶̩͛ ̷̜̊s̷̻̍u̸̕ͅm̴̞̾m̵̨̏o̷̗̐n̸͔͠ŝ̴̫ ̶̳̀t̸͍̿h̵̺͝e̸̫͑ ̵̯͒K̷̞̃ì̵͙n̷̜̚g̸̘̀ ̶̼̚ỏ̷͔f̷̧͝ ̵̙̌ṯ̶̔h̶̙̚e̸̥̔ ̴̛͕I̴̙̔n̸͎̋f̷͖̊ḭ̸̒n̸͇͠i̷̤̇t̵͖̿e̸̳͝ ̸͙͋R̵͖̓ĕ̸͈a̷̯̚l̶͜͝m̵̥͛s̶͉͂?” John stared in horror at the ancient being that had emerged. If he was correct, the cult has now summoned Pariah Dark, meaning there was about to be a major world crisis. “Our highest King,” a man stepped forward, most likely the leader of the group, “we summon in request for you to gift us your powers. In your name, we will destroy and claim land and subjects for-“ the man was cut off as a tentacle shot out past his cheek, blood now dripping down the man’s face. “ỵ̸̺̀̄̓ȍ̷̹͕̇u̷͇̽̕ ̶̯̖̄͐t̷̻͙̼͋̌ḧ̸̝́́i̵̞͖̠͆͋n̸̬̼̘̉̈k̷̝̽̓ ̷̨́̚I̷̼͂́͝ ̶͖̱̔̍ͅw̸̳͆̀́ó̸̖̣͝u̷͊͜ͅľ̵̖̖̽̔d̸̡̮̿̅ ̷̪̮̙̒s̸͓͑h̵̞̎̇͜ä̵̮͈̪ř̵̺͜è̵̱̯̂̃ͅ ̴̰̯͌͝m̸͍̋͠y̸̥̮̯͐ ̶͓͖͖̎p̷̡̫͋̒ỏ̷̺̗̋͋ẅ̷́��̯̣̆ͅe̵͔̓̎r̸̨̤͆͗͆s̵̩̝̬̏̓ ̴̺͉͝ţ̷͙͌o̵͛̈̄�� ̴̖͌̉̈ṱ̴̿̈́ḩ̴͂̽ȩ̸͊͜͝ ̶̣͚͂̚͝ͅl̴̩͓̋ĩ̷̡̦̼͝k̵̩̻̼̑̽͑e̸͙̊ ̵̫̝́͆̚o̷̧̥̒f̶̳̅͐̅ͅ ̶̭͕̥͐y̶̺̗̓o̴̯̦̒̎͜ũ̷̟͐ͅ?̸̛̜̦͉̍ ̵̖̇̊̈́P̸͈̖̯̎̈́͘ę̷̀o̴̞͂̅p̸͎̞̆ḷ̶́e̴͚̘̱̊͠ ̸͔̀͜w̷̘̣̻̅h̶͇̔͋o̷̖̝͎͆ ̵͉̇́̿ǒ̶̞̊n̷̮͝ḷ̴̪́̏̏y̴̙̎ͅͅ ̶̠͓̗̉̇̎ẁ̶͍͘ǐ̷͖̤̼̂̕s̸̖͒͝h̴͔̼́̍ ̵̧̣̝̌͛̕t̶͖́o̷̱͙͛ ̵̬̓h̷̜̪̺̍̾̏u̸̢̼̙͒̅̚ř̷̲̳͍̽t̶̥͋̈?̶̭͉̌̄ ̸͚͚̥͒Ị̶̟̌ͅ ̷̳͎̒̀ạ̷̣̈́m̴̻͒̉ ̴̞̚t̵̢̥̪̆h̷̙̝͉̀̏̕e̸͔̽͆ ̶̲̊̊̈́b̷̰̪͖͗e̸̙͚̳̓͠ì̵͍̙̳́ń̶͖͚̼̀̚g̶̺̤̏̈́ ̵̹̠̓̿ͅỏ̶̢̻̈́̚f̵̜̅͝ ̸̫̮̲͛l̵̟̰̫̂͝i̶͈̔̌̅f̵̜̐ě̶̜͈ ̵͖̲̃́̉ä̶̠̦̭́n̶̡̹̒̏͜d̷̠͊̕ ̷̼̀d̵̛̼͊̓e̴̻͉̽å̷͓̋̆t̸̥͆̈́ḧ̸̙͇̣́̔.̶̼̍̆͝ ̵̤͉̈T̵̨̑̄ḩ̷̦̆e̵͖̤̊͑ ̷͇̓́̍b̴̼̬̪̂͌̈a̷͔̻͒̈̈l̵̨̛̜̮a̵̖̎̅n̴̞̋ć̷̤e̸̙̣͛̐ ̷͔̂͗o̸̤͎͛̒̌f̶͖͉̤̑́ ̷̧̖͎͑̏̋b̵̯̫́͜͠ô̵͓͇̣̍͑t̶̨̳͋̋h̴̢̑͂.̵̧̑̈́ ̵̜̞͑̀ͅI̸͔͔̙̋ ̷͊͜p̸̬̊r̴̛̗̙̞͒o̶͚͇̐̈̏t̶̼̻͚͝͝e̴͖̘̠̔̉̚c̸͕͍̻͘ẗ̶͚́ ̴̞͝͠t̸̢̫̲͊̓h̶͈͉̉͋͝i̵̫̰͆̔͒s̵͓̭̹͐̏̕ ̵̙̫̅͝ŗ̴͕̀ę̵̣͐̅͠á̴̺̳̓̇l̶͉̰̃̅m̵̲̭̕ ̶̨̧̙̓̉a̶̟͎͒n̶͈̎͒d̵̻̜̯̓ ̷̤̪͎͝m̴̠̖̠̔i̵̜͌́͊ň̷̳̯̯̀e̵͈͗̕͝,̷̮̓̓̍ ̷̺̗̂á̴̧͔͔͌͑n̴͓̲͑d̶̡̼̯͛̆ ̴̡̞͓̎̀f̷̮͐̾͐ŏ̵͈͕̜̾r̶̠̻̈́̑͝ ̵̡̞̩̿̄t̶͍̱̽̚ḧ̶̨̭̼̄i̵̛̝s̷̛̻̮͋̈ ̶͕̣͆͆ȧ̸͍c̴̛̥̿̕t̸̜̋̋̕ ̷͎̝̪͆͂o̴̱̫̬͐͘f̷̛͖͎̹̿̄ ̵̭̞̋̈́͝ç̴͌ṙ̶͓̫ĩ̸͖͗̈́m̶̛̘̺̺͆͝è̵̠̞͈̒ ̶̜̤̮͠y̴̢̢̬͘o̵͙̾̏u̴̲͈̿͒̕ ̴̥̚s̵͕̽ĥ̸͖̞̑͜a̵̪̖̒́̃͜l̴̛̖̣̀̈́l̵̺̈̾ ̷̢̛̦̈́b̵͍̟̃͌e̴̡̼͈̔̍̾ ̷̡̦̋͐̔p̷̨̧̝̌͠u̵̢̹͇̿̑n̷̳̫̐ͅǐ̷̢͠s̶̩̬͑̕h̶̼̻̆̊͊ę̶̗̭̔̃d̸̖̍̽̈́.̴̥̪́̄̾” the minute the creature was finished with his speech all hell broke loose. The King broke free of the binding seal on the floor, taking out the men as John watched in horror from where he had taken cover to the side. One by one, the men were knocked out in the rampage before only John was left. He knew he was screwed as the being turned to him, it’s head tilted to the side as it’s tentacles reacted into its body. “A̵̞̕n̶̻̽d̷̈ͅ ̶̪͆w̸̑ͅh̵͚̒ã̶̖t̵̞̓,̶̡̂ ̶̯̊p̶̩̿r̵̫͋ḁ̵̾ẙ̶̠ ̷̙̓t̶̞̑e̷̩͊l̵̙̄l̷̺͌.̶̜̽ ̵͚͠Ẉ̷̀a̶̙͂s̶͕̋ ̴̨͐y̷͖̋o̷̫̾ṳ̵͊r̶̘̚ ̴̝̃p̸͓͘ạ̶͝ȓ̴̖t̸̤̕ ̵̢̑ị̷̋n̴͔͋ ̷̳̅t̴͘͜h̴̬͆ī̶̦s̸̏͜?̴͉̚” the creature asked him as it crept forward. John quickly raised his hands, panic across his face. “Nothing! I came here to stop these creeps but uh, it seems they didn’t please you either.” John has slowly walked out from behind his hiding place, the chalk he had pulled out from the chaos now dragging on his shoe as he started to walk in a circle. “All I want, is for you to go back where you came from.” The creature was now watching him as he walked around. It’s head still tilting to the side. “V̶̅ͅẹ̷͝r̸͖͐y̷̲̌ ̸͝ͅw̸̫͂e̵̗͛ĺ̸̦l̴̗̈,̴̼́ ̷͍̈Ȋ̵͍ ̴̙̎ẅ̶̲́ǐ̵̡š̸̺h̵̢̏ ̶̦͘y̵̩͑ò̵̦ŭ̷̳ ̶̬͐w̷̛̹e̵̱̒l̷̠̀l̶̞̾ ̸̠͒ĭ̸̙n̴̂ͅ ̸̗̾ý̴̞o̶̝̔u̶̦͛r̸̨̒ ̸̮̚t̸͎̓r̶̭̓ã̵͙v̷͔͝e̴̳͗ḷ̸̔s̸̨̎ ̵̝͝t̸̫̀ó̸̥ ̵̰̂s̷̬͛ṱ̶̓ọ̸̈p̶̬̃ ̵̣͋t̶̹̏h̸͉͐o̷̹̊s̴̙͠e̴͉̓ ̴̤̈́w̴̯͊h̸͙̑ö̷̞ ̵̺͝w̶͙̾ị̷̋s̶̨͑ȟ̶̞ ̵͓̉h̴̋͜ǎ̴̡r̴̺̊m̶͔̄”

John wasn’t even given a chance to complete his circle before a flash bellowed through the room once more, the gravity settling to normal as the shadows receded back and the stars disappearing. When John could see again, he was shocked to see that the creature just, left. No deal ask for, no circle needed. Just, gone. His shock didn’t last long as the front door slammed open, causing him to wip his head towards the noise. “Oh uh, seems the house hasn’t been cleared out yet like I was told, who are you mate?” John only felt that this day was going to get worse as the house flipper, Danny Nightingale smiled at him from the entrance of the house.

Creepy text translated!

“Who dares summon the King of the Infinite realms?”

“You think I would share my powers to the likes of you? People who only wish to hurt? I am then being of life and death, the balance of both. I protect this realm and mine, and for this act of crime you shall be punished.”

“And what, pray tell, was your part in this?”

“Very well, I wish you well in your travels to stop those who wish harm”

DP x DC prompt - Not Haunted, Just Old

Wherein a young adult Danny Fenton becomes a house flipper and renovates supposedly haunted houses. As an experienced house flipper (Ghost King) Danny has flipped many houses and is widely sought after.

He is also a firm denier of ghosts and the supernatural.

After all, he needs to keep up an image.

It drives John Constantine crazy, especially since they always seem to end up near the same area, dealing with the same haunted places

[robot-carl]

I like my fictional men suffering from the guilt of their actions. Just pathetic messes.

[that-mean-ginger-kid]

Anyway writing constantine as the parent to a young child is unirronically the funniest thing I've ever had the joy of doing.

[cigamfossertsim]

john constantine: bring me fire!

deadman: he just loves burning things

jason blood: he would love hell

[radiance1]

Danny often felt tired, as of late.

He wasn't certain as to why he did, though. It happened after his, apparent, coronation as the Prince of the Infinite Realms and after finally getting a boyfriend out of that damsel in distress who made him into one.

Which was unfortunate, because though he may try, it was very hard to pay attention on dates when Danny felt he just came from using the Ecto-Skeleton and no amount of sleep would make it go away. Fortunately, however, Billy was very understanding and accommodating of his plight, letting him sleep on him whenever he wanted and having their dates be less mentally/physically demanding things.

Man, Danny loved his boyfriend.

Unfortunately, he was away on one of his Justice League mission things.

Another thing he noticed, is that he liked to sleep in more cold places now. Very, very cold places.

So much so, that he genuinely debated moving to the Far Frozen if not for his parents turning his room into a literal walk-in freezer for him.

Did he ever find out why he needs to sleep so much? No, not really. But man.

Danny could go down for a nap right now.

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Pariah was having a good, very good day.

He woke up, stretched, ate some food he didn't actually need to, did some light exercises after aeons of not using his sword and just fighting in general and sat down for some tea.

Even had a letter from the Master of Time with a P.S that two humans would be busting down his door!

Wait what-

"Ghost King!" Came the rather loud, effeminate shout accompanying the loud slam of his castle doors. "Where is our son!"

Honestly, Pariah is impressed by the lungs on that human.

"You heard her!" He looked down calmly at the... Actually, what in the infinite is that? Since when did humans go walking around with cannons??? "Tell us where our son is our so help me! Ghost King or not we'll exorcise you right where you stand!"

Pariah blinked slowly, very, very slowly.

Then took a sip of his favorite ghost blend then calmly placed the cup back down.

"You must be the boy's, human, parents I presume?" He asked calmly, gaze sweeping over them both. They seemed to be prepared for war, a burning fire in their eyes as they stared down the very King of Infinity and saw only an obstacle.

Oooooh, how that made the part of him that longed, sung for battle purr in sheer delight.

"Why don't you join me for tea?" He said, waving a hand and conjuring forth two extra, human sized, chairs on the opposing end of his table alongside two more tea cups. "And explain whatever is going on, while you're at it."

The two shared a glance between each other, then slowly lowered their weapons down to a point where they could still draw them at a moment's notice, yet not actively antagonizing the king at the same time-

Oh, he just loves these types of mortals.

-before slowly making their way to their seats, which were right next to each other of course. Married and whatnot.

"Tea?" He flicked a finger, filling their cups with the same that was in his cup but before remembering. "Ah, right. Human and your mortality." He casually mentioned, flicking his finger and changing the liquid to one of the few mortal blends he could still recall. "Worry not, for they are not poisoned." He chuckled lightly.

Honestly, doing such a thing would be beneath him, especially when faced with mortals of such fire.

"Now," He brought his cup to his lips. "Why don't you inform me as to what, exactly, has brought you to my doorstep prepared for battle?"

They, once more, exchanged a glance between each other, making sure the king was still in sight before Maddie opened her lips.

"Our son is missing."

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The summoning was a success.

A terrible, terrible success.

One that the Justice League, One John Constantine especially, had valiantly attempted to stop.

But, unfortunately, once it got going it seemed to be incapable of stopping.

Faced with an entity being summoned from the Infinite Realms, they had called all of the heroes who were capable that weren't occupied. Shazam, unfortunately, was one of said heroes occupied.

Superman and Wonderwoman? Were not. So, at the very least, they had two of their heaviest hitters available.

The circle glowed a toxic green, growing and growing in glow until it reached its zenith.

Then was snuffed out as brightly as it glowed.

The air stilled, followed by a chill that rivaled the chilliest of snowstorms as if they were standing within one that very moment.

The next moment?

Ice.

Pure, unflinching, jagged pillars of ice rose from the circle the same moment it glow returned. Sticking out from the circle haphazardly and nearly impaling those that stood too close.

Mist, thick, blue mist. Rolled from the pillars of ice, descending down onto the floor with a gentleness that was almost deceptive if not occupied by such cold and being completely and utterly unnatural as it was.

The Justice League readied themselves.

[ghostbsuter]

Ghostbsuter's Masterlist!

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Multiple parts:

Batclan and Catband

Selina is Danny's mom, recently got engaged to Bruce, and now they're meeting!

[ part 1 | part 2 | part 3 ]

The house of Nightingale & Constantine | #the house of Constantine and Nightingale have infinite beef

Batman called for help.

Now, with Phantom's help and Constantines, they might have a chance. If only he knew those two were rivals and enemies in terms of dark houses.

[ chapters: 1 | ] [ao3] (soon!)

[ snippets: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 ]

[ chap 1 snap-shot ]

Wonder MOM

Danny is a godling, born from the stars and son of Diana. Batman rescued him from abduction, and that's how the JL finds out about the son of WW.

[ part 1 ]

Twins, minus the Demon

Demon Twins Au, Damian and Danyal are the sons of the bat, demon and cat.

Implied and referenced past/current Bruce/Selina/Talia throuple.

[ part 1 ]

Magicians way

Danny is the son of Zatanna and John, member of the Young Just us and well... sometimes things don't go as planned.

[ part 1 | 1/4 ]

Team effort

Danny is a member of the Teen Titans!

[ part 1 | part 2 soon! ]

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Stand alones:

Birthday present (read the reblogs!) | (Martian appreciation)

High on fear (read the reblogs!) | (ghosts really like emotions)

Joker's Jr. or not? | (danny being the son of joker and harley)

He's Danny | (Joker's Jr. or not? continuation)

Titan missing! | (phantom is teen titans member and amity got kidnapped)

Wingman | (steph x sam)

Dog-napped | (cujo at it again ft. baby assassin)

One way to crush | (Dani crushing on Lian)

Speed running romance | (Dick x Jazz x Babs)

The Fries | (Nora going ghost)

Arson and consequences | (Roy!!)

Babysitting trouble | (baby yeti outside!)

Visitation | (Sam and young justice)

Syn eclipse | (being chased)

Elephant | (beast boy trolling)

Sibling rivalry | (just dan and danny things)

Team Bonding!!! | (JL + Danny get kidnapped)

Halloween skull | (supersons)

Young Justice Dark | (JLD + their own Jr.)

Actor au | (Team Phantom)

Human born | (Zatanna)

Death defying (not the ship) | (undying)

A massive Rabbit Hole | (Clark&Bruce&Elle)

Moon rejects | (Ghost explanation for the dumb)

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Bats!!

Prompts and snippets of adventures Danny has with various Bats.

College student shaped stray | (dami befriends teen dad danny)

Mom!cass | (time shenanigans end with conspiracy theories)

Calico (read the reposts!) | (nighttime activities as family bonding)

Paranoia | (bonding activity between Duke and Danny)

Harsh truth | (the plans start the moment Ra's fell)

Meta-child | (dick centric)

Villain magnet | (just danny being danny)

Sweet revenge | (danny and bruce)

Diplomatic immunity | (danny in gotham)

Little Brother | (Danny is a drake)

Another Cain | (Danny Cain)

Buying your own mercenary! | (Danny in his deadpool arc)

Grayson's stray | (one police officer picks up a kid)

Robin manifestation!Danny | (child of gotham)

Governmental shit that is (read the reblogs!) | (dead tired)

1 (+3) new child | (scooby doo but its Danny-Johnny-Kitty-Ember and shadow)

Cell buddies | (Dami and Danny)

Its not a habit | (Tim and danny)

Keeping up with the waynes | (wes theories and denial)

Straying Twins | (demon twins)

Bat plans | (robin needs a new buddy)

Mantles | (cass prepares)

How to spot | (night shift bats)

Apologies | (timetravel is a great plot)

Play along! | (Agnes and Beatrice)

Spoiler alert! | (steph and danny)

Infiltration | (dick and danny)

Doubled | (talia and danny)

Strange animal | (damian)

Left and collected | (everlasting trio + baby tim)

Please leave | (he won't leave)

Annoyance at Patrol | (Red Hood shenanigans)

Catnapped | (Red Hood shenanigans ||)

Time anomaly | (Jason Todd and Danny)

Psychopomp! | (Danny doing his new Job)

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WONDER W

Prompts and snippets with the one and only! Wonder Woman!

Spiderman meme | (featuring Dani and Diana)

Demigods (read the reblogs!) | (fake it till u make it)

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SUPERS

Prompts and snippets with the local superfam

Metropolis | (hiding)

Twitter beef | (ft. Superman)

Super representative | (confused Clark kent)

New kid dropped | (they're so confused)

Fake it till u make it | (Jon dug his grave)

Civilian life | (danny is just trying to live)

School way | (Jon and Danny meet!)

Clone Club covers | (kon jumps in as elle)

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SPEEDSTERS!!!

Prompts and snippets of adventures Danny has with various Speedsters.

Bart & Danny | timetraveler & immortal (read the reposts!)

Bart & Danny | playdates

Barry & Danny | Found family via Villain

Bart/Danny | Crushing

Bart & Danny | displaced

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Godly shenanigans | #Billy and Danny are brothers in crime and losers in costumes

Prompts and snippets of Billy and Danny trying to survive in the world of adults.

JL's own trouble kids

Double the trouble

Pranksters in disguises

Grounded

Challenge

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Anything with Connie

Prompts and snippets of various ways of Danny interacting with John Constantine.

Troubled and Dad shaped

Imprisoned but not dead?

Breaking in

Hell adventures

Zones

Rush hour

He when (head wanted, not alive)

Haunted menace

Nail polish

[rad-batson]

Billy who can still perform the same amount of magic as Captain Marvel when he’s his kid self, but due to the limits of his mortal body, he would literally burn up from the inside if he does too much or doesn’t allow himself to cool off first.

For a long while, he didn’t even notice. To be fair, it’s not like the wizard had time to give him the whole run-down before dying, and he never mentioned anything about performing magic outside of the Champion’s form. But sometimes, weird stuff would just happen out of nowhere?

He’ll only perform magic unintentionally when he’s extremely emotional. Not for everything, like “Man, I wish I could fix the holes in my socks.” But if he’s had a super bad day, and he just needs a good cry, he sees his hole-ridden socks and thinks, “Goddamnit, why can’t I just have nicer socks?” suddenly, they’re good as new! But he also feels the urge to lie down for a nap.

Some cops are sniffing around his neighborhood, and Billy is praying that he’ll be left alone. He doesn’t want to get kicked out of another semi-safe refuge. But right when the cops are about to discover his hideout, they’re called back to their precinct. Without warning, Billy’s chest feels hot. He suffers dizziness spells for a few hours and needs to wait a day before he’s back on his feet.

The real tipping point, however, is when he walks to school and it starts pouring with rain. He’s already had a rough morning so he just curses and ducks into the next bus stop. But before he can take cover, it’s sunny again, and out of nowhere, he’s running a dangerously high fever. He almost collapses in exhaustion. His hair is literally smoking, and that’s when he realizes what’s going on.

Now, Billy needs to be extremely careful with his emotional state. If he even thinks of something he wishes could happen, he might die. That’s why he can’t use too much magic, and it’s also why he talks to himself out loud so much. It’s easier to catch himself if he’s constantly reciting his inner monologue.

Later on, he gets some help with regulating his magic. Maybe John Constantine comes in and goes, “Okay buddy, we need to get you some breathing exercises,” because he’s in genuine mortal danger if he does. Maybe Billy tests his luck a few too many times and has to go MIA for a week because if he turns into Cap one more time, he'll burst into flames the moment he turns back.

But idk I am just so fascinated by the idea that this preteen who is literally the Champion of Magic harnesses the ability to level mountains while knowing nothing about magic because he has no real mentor, but he’s holding the potential to cause an avalanche if he sneezes the wrong way at the risk of his own life and he doesn’t have a clue.

[justheretodump]

this is going to be dc x danny phantom x miraculous ladybug x spiderman

pt 1, 2, 3

for those who aren't familiar with every show, here's a lore explanation

---

jazz fenton and constantine had met, of course, on a dreary december night, when rain had poured ominously. with thundering clouds above, constantine had blinked awake from a coma-like nap to the sound of knocking on his apartment door.

a wet and scowling jazz had stood on the other side, orange hair stuck to her skin and shaking hands gripping a leather tome to her chest. despite her shaky appearance, she spoke clearly, southern drawl shaping the vowels uniquely, "john constantine? my name's jazz fenton, may i come in?"

"no."

trying to slam the door shut had no affect, as she had simply shoved the book in the way.

"i really need your help."

"fuck off."

constantine blocked the open slit with his body as she shimmied her knee in for more leverage.

"i'm a history student at gotham u." another mini scuffle as both pushed against the door. "i'm looking for information on an old myth." constantine tried using his hip to push the tome out of the way. "do you know about lazarus pits?"

constantine rebooted his brain to shake away the shock. clearing his throat, he backed away, the door squeaking on its hinges to show the smirking girl. "may i come in?"

the australian man scoffed and drifted away to the kitchen table. the student surveyed the crappy apartment as she followed, sitting down across from him with a relieved grunt. she put the book on the table.

he eyed the girl warily, "what's this about lazarus pits? where'd you hear it?"

she cleared her throat, back straight and hands crossed on her lap. if it wasn't for her sorry state, she would be the image of professional.

"i'm not in a position to discuss my sources. however, from what i've heard, there's one underneath this city." her eyes glinted a steely aquamarine. "i need to see it."

constantine barked a gruff laugh. "you're crazy. there isn't a chance in hell ranga." he jerked his head at the book on the table. "what's with that then?"

her hands flipped its pages, stopping at a detailed drawing of a bubbling pit. upside down, it was hard for constantine to decipher. "it says in here that long ago, bubbling pits of green water were used by witches to speak with the dead. they could only be found in places with a strong lack of godly devotion, invoking satan's forces." she huffed, a sad smile lifting her face. "if i can confirm gotham's lazarus pit and what it consists of, i can further argue the existence of gotham's own witch coven in the 1600s before the salem trials. for my thesis, of course."

"for your thesis," constantine echoed, a bit mockingly.

"of course." repeated jazz pleasantly. "if you're so unwilling to come along, a few directions would suffice."

the man snarled, "no dice kiddo, scram."

jazz seemed unfazed, gathering herself up with the grace of a dancer. sweeping the book back into her hands, she walked towards the doorway. under the frame, she turned to tutt at him, "i'd spray some air freshner in here. cigarrette smoke attracts unfavorable forces."

---

jazz fenton did not disappear nor fade into obscurity. constantine had the pleasure of her company the following wednesday, where both had escaped certain death at the hands of a cursed portrait pulling unassuming tourists into its french landscape.

sat in the ruins of a crumbling mansion, constantine lit his cigarrette and studied the girl across from him. "so, how did your research lead you here?"

jazz snorted, decorative mace still in hand even after the fight had ended, "property records were transferred to the gotham government after the trials. just had to figure out what victim it was connected to and, voila, witch mansion."

---

after much persuasion and conversation, constantine decided that this girl, with the smarts for battle and a deep intuision for the magical, would be his prodigy. and if her company included good banter, fatherly worries and emotional attachment, that was neither here nor there.

---

two years later, jazz fenton was a doctor in historical studies of gotham folklore, a museum consultator and a justice league dark probationary member.

batman and zatanna, both well aware of the orphan constantine had taken under his wing, had not been surprised to greet her at the door of the australian's apartment.

"sorry for the mess guys, we've been drawing all night." they shimmied across the paper covered floor into the kitchen where the blonde was eating a bowl of cereal. "we've narrowed down the source of the problem somewhat. last thursday, what you saw on that hill, we think it might be an old gaelic deity, cailleach."

zatanna frowned at the idea, "a gaelic deity? deities don't leave their countries."

constantine spoke through a garble of cheerios, "yes but what if they weren't this earth's deity?"

batman remained silent and jazz spoke to him, "when a deity is borne from worship or belief, they tend to only exist there."

"something only exists if it is observed." the bat mused.

jazz brightened, "yes! deities only exist in the countries that they're observed in. however, we believe this cailleach is not our scotland's deity but rather doesn't exist tied to a reality at all."

"but a deity can't exist without a belief well," zatanna replied.

"well, yes," constantine stood up and dragged over a vintage drawing of an old woman in a cloak, her hand wielding a hammer, "but what if someone could die and leave their reality's vibrations? go neither to their hell or heaven or hades' underworld or valhalla or whatever else, and take their beliefs with them?"

"you're talking about the infinite realms."

"the infinite realms?" intoned batman.

jazz showed the caped man a note, this time a depiction of a vast land with floating islands and starry skies. "the infinite realms is a different dimension. it exists on another plane, like icthultu's realm. when we talk about the afterlife, bad or good, every reality has their own. however, the infinite realms can sometimes bleed into every reality. because of this, souls touched by its essence can slip the afterlife and go on to exist in the infinite realms."

"if you were to die bats," constantine leaned back, "there would only be one batman wherever we go after death. but in the infinite realms, you could have 2 or 5 or 10, all dead and from different worlds."

zatanna hummed at all this and looked closer at the runes they'd compiled, "so if a hardcore cailleach believer passed on to the infinite realms, cailleach could come to life there."

constantine snapped his finger, "exactly! that's the theory, but really, it only works if the ghost monster that attacked the park next to the hill is the belief well. not really human-like but a possibiliy. the infinite realms has a bad habit of creating weird shit."

"can we expect more creatures to come from the infinite realms?" asked batman.

"no." "maybe."

jazz and constantine whipped their heads to exchange irritated stares. the australian man got up roughly, chair scraping the floor, and took his bowl to the sink, the faucet water breaking the silence.

jazz sat down, gesturing for their two guests to finally sit. she reached underneath the table towards a purple backbag, and pulled out her old book tome. flipping it open, she showed the pit drawing to the other two heroes.

"what if the lazarus pits were connected to the infinite realms?"

zatanna leaned in, intrigued, batman remained stone faced, and constantine scoffed loudly. the blonde began muttering but jazz continued on. "i believe ra's tried to erase all records of the pits, but mentions of reviving waters can be found all across cult scripts and witch coven writings. waters that could bring back the dead, that whispered with human voices, that sometimes held goulish creatures underneath its waters. a material thick and glowing green penetrating the soil around it. the only evidence of the infinite realms is a page from doctor fate, and he mentioned a green, jelly-like substance!"

constantine huffed again, like an angry boar, and turned, hands covered in soap suds. "i swear to god, you're making connections where they don't exist! if the pits had anything to do with the infinite realms, that would've been the first thing doctor fate told us!"

jazz stood, hands planted on the table, "if you would just trust me, we could go check and rule it out, but ancients forbid i'm right! you're just scared about wha-"

constantine got close to her and pointed in her face, "you've been obsessed with those pits since you stepped into my goddamn apartment two years ago, let it go jazz or i swear i'll pull you off this case."

a thousand emotions flickered across jazz's face before, with teary eyes and a thunderous scowl, she stomped away, figure disappearing into the living room. faintly, the sound of the balcony doors sliding open echoed before a soft click followed.

zatanna, who had witnissed many of jazz and constantine's fights before, and knew how deeply the man cared for the girl, heaved a sigh. both were stubborn and it would take a bit before things settled. she decided to keep quiet, reaching for jazz's tome to keep occupied. as she reached across, a soapy hand impeded her. looking at constantine, he wore a frown, "she doesn't like others touching it. go look at the runes, see if you recognize anything."

zatanna smiled a small thing at the man she was so fond of, and got up to do so.

batman, who had watched everything with mixed feelings, watched the australian go back to the sink. faced with his back, he spoke lowly, "the pit's too far away from the park."

constantine sighed, shoulders drooping, "no, it wouldn't work like that. if it did, anyone revived by the pit would have to stay close to it. and if you destroy some of them, the undead might go back to being dead."

batman mulled this over in silence. he was undecided on the matter, too concerned about what it meant that the pits might be doors to another dimension. he conveyed his worries then, "if the pits are connected to the realms, how were we able to destroy them before?"

"if, and that's a big fucking if, they are connected to the realms, the essence can't be destroyed. it's all around us, all the time. the important bit is stacking it in one place to create a way through. like a stone bridge. when you destroy the pits, all you're doing is breaking up the stone, but the stone crumbles to the bottom, and you could, hypothetically, pick up each stone and put it together again. i guess the only things that works as a glue for it in our world is water."

"you're pretty calm discussing it now."

"one of these days that girl's gonna end up digging a hole she'll die in."

"kids are like that."

---

later on, when the apartment meeting had ended with no new leads and batman had debriefed the other bats, it was decided, unknown to constantine, that red robin and batman would look into the current state of the gotham lazarus pit. zatanna and martian manhunter would visit arabia to check the other naturally formed pit.

constantine and jazz were still on the fritz, but one evening, to constantine's concern, the girl had called to say she would be in illinois for a few days, "visiting the orphanage". the redhead had never done so before, but who was the australian to interrogate her? he wished her a good trip and that was that.

---

jazz had been missing for two weeks, calls unanswered, phone untrackable. gotham had witnessed two more ghost-like monster attacks, and all three of them had been untouchable, disappearing on their own in 30 minutes. the bats were too concerned with uncovering the source, justice league dark had been put on the case and too was scrambling for clues, and constantine was ready to rip his hair out in concern for his prodigy.

on his way to the airport, in the backseat of a taxi, ready to fly to springfield, his phone rang, lighting up with a smiling graduation picture of jazz fenton.

he rushed to answer it, "hello?! ranga?! jazz!"

crackling came through, the mic rustling before a breathless voice called back, "cons---tine! we ne--- help! i'm outs--- f amity park, th--- a sig---al blo---. you n---d to come! the hou--- a portal! --- stantine?! hello?!"

the line cut off. constantine told the taxi driver to floor it.

[babayagakeanu]

Dating a jealous John Constantine (p2)

Before you and John got together, you had your fun, and you had your friends. You were always headed to the next bar with your friends when you first met John in passing. Tall, dark, and handsome, you were immediately drawn to him.

You saw him again when you were closing up your antique bookstore and he stopped in.

“I’m sorry, sir, but we’re closed for the night.” You stare at him as he lights up a cigarette. “And we definitely don’t allow smoking in here, either.”

”Sorry, doll.” Flicking out his cig, he walks up to your counter. “I need a book, and I’m hoping you have it.” He was a little pale, like he’d seen a ghost, and if it wasn’t for your terrified scream at the looming dark figure behind him, you and him would probably be toast right about now.

Ever since he saved both your lives that night, you agreed to drive him around jobs in the city, and it was fun and terrifying at the same time.

he’d started to grow close with you after some time, the sound of your laughter making his stomach do cartwheels, the way your hair smelled right after your shower, and the way you applied your lotion to your legs had him stiffening in his pants. Doing this in front of him was an innocent act on your part, but you were oblivious to the torture you were causing.

Asking john to fasten your necklaces was a common reoccurrence. He was tall and could see the back of your neck anyways so it was just easier for him to do it. He’d fasten the necklace, all the while, holding his breath as to not sigh out in part of the sweet smell wafting from your neck; some old perfume of yours.

You had gotten your first boyfriend some months after meeting John, still oblivious to the huge crush he had on you. Everything was going fine, until John started to act weird around you and your partner.

He’d come out just wrapped in a towel from the shower, and you’d catch yourself staring at him, mouth catching flies as he states, “oh, sorry guys, thought I’d be alone tonight.” He smirks, and he knows what he’s doing.

Your boyfriend would try and talk to john about getting you gifts, asking what you’d like and John would give him wrong answers out of pure jealousy.

Don’t even get me started on how he would be starring daggers at the guy whenever he would kiss or touch you in front of John.

Dude is full on simp-mode at this point

When you finally break up with your current toy, John takes every opportunity to make you realize he’s it for you.

Purposefully placing things on the top shelf so you’d ask him too bring it down, his hands grabbing at your waist, sending shivers up your spine as he steadies himself.

The trailing of his fingers on your nap as he fasten your necklace once more.

The flirtatious teasing and glances from across the breakfast table.

One night, after getting ready to go out with your friends, decked out in makeup and one tight dress, he snaps.

“Don’t go.” He states, standing in front of the doorway.

”John, don’t be an ass, I’m going out with my friends. Please move.”

“I said, don’t go.” He stands up from leaning against the door wand walked towards you like a predator tracking his prey. “I said, don’t go because I don’t want to see you with anyone else but me.”

Your mouth opens and shuts as your brain rewires itself. “What do you mean, John?” You finally finds the words as you realize you’ve backed yourself into a corner.

”I love you, y/n. i fucking love you and it hurts me to see another man touch what’s rightfully mine.” He kisses you hard, and you find yourself melting, wrapping yourself in cig smoke and whiskey as the door closes, cutting out the sound of your laughter and John’s.

——————-

I’m sorry if this sux. I’ve been dealing with a nasty head cold but i wanted to get this out for you guys. Please enjoy!!

[mbirnsings-71]

Please let it be known he didn't sign up for Babysitting Chel, it just sorta happened okay. He gets into situations like this too often this is par for the course for him if not actually a little nicer than usual shenanigans

sometimes when ininteract with people u guys become ur pfp when i talk to u

but that never happens with my own but i did just get jumpscared by my own chel pfp like

hes too small for tumblr interactions someone get him outta here

[lttl3babybug]

Regressor Constantine is so funny to me. He'd be so skrunkly. He'd be playing with blocks or something and his friends are staring at him like Yeah, he tricked satan. What a guy.

No real, sat cuddled up with a stuffie having a nap while everyone else has to deal with any supernatural entities who need his help, “no sorry, John can’t help you rn :( he’s eepy and he gets cranky if he misses his afternoon nap”

[josnhoes]

( YJ ask )

Thats okay

Well what about Clark accidentally scaring them when they are mid dozing off from their nap and they cry? Other then Batman who is scary in his own right someone else who is kinda scary looking they managed to calm down enough to nap again

Keep in mind Knak au reader is about 6-8yrs old. So a little more able to control themselves and unlikely to need a nap. So even if they do doze off and nap they won't cry. Be grumpy sure but not cry. Unless they are going through some sort of sleep deprivation/ insomnia issues. Then they'd cry frustrated rather then scared.

Clark would be bewildered that *he* scared you. Everyone loves him. But what really confuddles him is as you glare and pout you hide behind Martian Manhunter's leg or worse Constantine's. MM he can understand while he looks scary he does have a calm vibe to him. But Contantine is just well...him! The man is a mess and the fact you don't seem to realize the bad influence he is has Clark panicked. Where is your self preservation? Now Clark does realize John is harmless to you, he has control and is a good man under all the mess that is Constantine. But what if you start smoking or drinking because you see his behaivor? Worse what if Bruce smells it on you from being in John's space?!

[dandydiary]

🤍 🐚 🛁

i'll answer these with john and ash cause they're on my mind ❤

🤍: how did you first meet your f/o? what made you realize you were falling in love with them? what made them realize they were falling in love with you?

cassius knew of john because her dad knew a friend of his friend, and she recognised the name going around shortly after she encountered the occult for the first time. she sought him out for those reasons and tried hard to impress him, which clearly didn't work because he's used to fresh-faces getting hit with reality at mach speed. 🥴

cassius fell for john pretty fast because quite frankly he's a foul-mouthed older man with dry whit and carefully cultivated charisma. she thinks he's an asshole, and he is, and is fine with it being just a crush... until she sees how he acts when he needs something and THEN she's set on getting his attention.

john falling for her... is a bit trickier. i can't see them being much more than a fling due to pure physical attraction, but if he DID let himself get close to her i think it's her ability to come back at him twice as hard, her symbiosis with the entity haunting her and her quite frankly suicidal determination to live that attracts him to her. if it's love, he doesn't stay long enough to get attached. such is the nature of constantine 😔

🐚 : do you give each other gifts often? what's your favorite thing they've given you? what's their favorite thing you've given them?

cassius is a gift-giver and john isn't, but when she figures that out she starts matching him so their gifts become acts of service. bringing eachother brews when it's cold and they're working into the night, picking up takeaway on the way back, replacing something that got torn on a mission, locating a book at a local library... not so much physical as filling a need that makes the process of their jobs a little bit easier.

that being said i think cassius' most cherished item john ever gave her is a toothbrush. to explain, her ability to track things or cleanse curses are connected to her mouth due to the entity being linked to gluttony. so him buying her that is very tongue-in-cheek (lol), earns him a thump but she always keeps it with her because... idk. it's stupid, but it's special because like i said; john ISN'T a gift-giver to me.

i do think it'd be cute if john had maybe a pin or something she gave him, so even when they part ways there's always something to remember her by

🛁 : what are some nonsexual forms of intimacy that you & your f/o enjoy? what's your favorite? what's their's?

when they're in the 'lovebirds' part of their relationship lets say, i can see them showering together after messy jobs. just to get the dirt and various arcane stink off them efficiantly - saves water and let's them both get a cheeky grope in if they so desire.

cassius loves wrapping herself up in john's clothes and taking naps in them, or wearing his shirts and going about her day when they're apart, anything really linked to his scent or that stimulates her senses (again, motions to the entity haunting her). sharing is an intimate act to her.

i think john would like dozing off against her. she can be up all night typing away or gaming in their downtime, so he sort of does the middle-aged man slump-and-snore and if she's there her shoulder becomes free real estate. he'd NEVER admit it but he likes when she starts playing with his hair when he does this as well, though it does make him feel a bit like a dog when she starts scritching him. pros and cons

[setaripendragon]

Cress - Part 5

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 I think this was probably my favourite part to write, honestly. I did so much unnecessary research into Constantine's family tree to make the timeline make sense. I now have the entire Constantine lineage plotted out in a notebook somewhere. I'm probably never going to use it for anything, but I have it! =D John Constantine does not want to deal with this shit.

John is not having a great day. He’d started it hungover, and then his ex had dropped the spawn off round at his apartment because she had some emergency come up, so he’d been forced to turn down a job of his own. Which was not ideal, given his finances were not in the best of states. Then he’d panicked because Joanna was getting into all his magical tomes and cursed shit, and getting his daughter cursed would just be the rotten cherry on top of the already shitty cake of his life.

So having the doorbell ring out of the fucking blue right when he’s trying to convince the spawn to lie down for a fucking nap is perfectly in line with how this day is going. That is to say; bad. It makes him want to lie face-down on the floor and never get up again. “Right,” he tells Joanna. “You stay there, I’ll be right back.” He says it out of wishful thinking more than any real expectation of her doing what she’d told. She is, after all, his daughter.

He goes and opens the door – because he might as well get the next awful thing over and done with – to find some random bloke on his doorstep. He’s wearing a smart dove grey blazer over a t-shirt and fancy jeans, which makes him look like both a rich businessman and an asshole. It does not endear him to John at all. Neither does the fact that he’s actually kind of handsome when John looks past the rich asshole clothes. “Wot?” he asks, very flatly.

“Uh, are you Constantine?” the guy asks, which is not good. People who ask for him by just his last name are always looking for some kind of magic shit, and John is trying not to do too much magic shit around Joanna. It’s dangerous, for one thing, and also he’d rather his daughter didn’t follow him into this shit line of work.

“Not today,” John says flatly, but then adds, “come back next week,” because he can’t turn the fucker away entirely. He needs the money. Even if rich twats and magic are never a good combo. He’d suggest tomorrow, except Dani didn’t say how long this supposed ‘emergency’ of hers is supposed to last. Better to make it a week.

The man on his doorstep sighs like the delay of a mere week is enough of a disappointment to crush the air from his lungs, his eyes falling closed and shoulders slumping in tired resignation. John’s stupid fucking bleeding heart decides now is a good time to remind him it exists. And he’d been doing such a good job at forgetting it was there, too. “Oh, fucking fine,” he huffs, crossing his arms and leaning against the jamb. “What is it?”

“I’m looking for someone,” the man begins hesitantly, like he’s not sure how best to go on.

John narrows his eyes. “Someone that don’t wanna be found?” he challenges darkly. “Cause I’m gonna need a lot more convincing before I agree to that, mate.”

The man shakes his head quickly. “No, he’s a friend. He missed a date last week, and- Well, I’ve had reason to wonder if he might be in trouble, these last couple of years, and this was the last straw. I just want to make sure he’s okay, that’s all.”

Well… Finding people with magic is generally pretty easy these days, what with most everyone forgetting magic is even a thing that might need to be guarded against. And it’s not usually dangerous to do a quick bit of scrying. At least, not unless you’re trying to peek in on Hell or the Fae Courts or something. So it should be okay to just get this done quick and get paid, even with Joanna in the house.

“I charge an hourly rate plus the cost of any components used in the requested spells, plus hazard pay if whatever you want doing results in potential loss of life or limb,” John informs the guy as a warning, even as he steps back to hold the door open wider; an invitation, just not a verbal one. Just in case.

He crosses the threshold without missing a beat, and none of John’s wards go off, so he’s not possessed or in any kind of magical disguise. Good enough. John herds him into the living room, ignoring the bland reassurances spilling out of the guy’s mouth that money isn’t a problem. As if John hasn’t figured that out for himself, thanks.

Joanna peeks over the back of the couch at them. John raises his eyes to the heavens. “I told you to stay in bed,” he chides. “It’s nap time.”

“No it’s not. It’s work time,” she corrects officiously. “I can help!”

“Sure you can,” John agrees, crouching down in front of the couch to look up at Joanna very seriously. She looks back, wide-eyed and triumphant. “You can help by going and having a nap so you’re not cranky later.”

Joanna scowls fiercely. “I’m not a baby,” she insists.

“No, you’re not. Don’t see what that’s got to do with having a nap. God knows I’d much rather be napping than working, and I’m all grown up and everything.”

“Then you go nap,” Joanna suggests slyly, “and I can do the magic.”

“Not a chance, squirt,” John informs her. “Go on, get. If you’re good and actually get some sleep, I’ll let you see one of the magic books at bedtime, alright? Just one!” he interjects before she can try to wheedle for more.

“Fine,” Joanna sighs, sliding off the couch to stomp back off to the bedroom.

John rolls his eyes again and shoves back to his feet, biting back a groan as his back complains at him. He’s only thirty, for god’s sake, and yet he feels so fucking old. “So, who are we looking for?” John asks as he drops unceremoniously into his favourite armchair, refusing to allow his customer any room to comment on the scene he just saw.

The bloke sits down on the newly vacated couch with a grimace. At first, John thinks he’s just being snotty about the ratty old couch, but then he says “I was hoping you’d be able to tell me,” in a very sheepish sort of voice, and he realises it’s in answer to the question.

“You don’t know your friend’s name?” he demands. Suddenly, he finds himself wondering exactly how much of that sob story the guy spun back on the doorstep was a lie specifically designed to get him through the door.

“He never told me!” the bloke protests, making a very good show of wounded innocence. “And after the fifth time we met up, it seemed a little rude to ask again.”

To be fair, John has admittedly gotten himself caught in a trap like that a time or two, so it’s not entirely implausible. He’s still not sure he believes it, but… God, he just wants this over and done with so he can get paid, and then maybe go have a nap right alongside Joanna. “Alright. Do you have a photo?” he asks.

The guy shakes his head.

“Some clothes of his?”

He shakes his head harder.

“Anything that’s been on his person?”

He hesitates, thinking, before shaking his head again.

“A lock of hair?”

That one wins him a snort and a very droll look.

“Do you have anything I can try to track him with?” John demands, at the very end of his rope and about two seconds away from being entirely done with this farce.

“I was hoping you would,” this fucking guy replies.

Yeah, John’s done. He stands up, and this fucking guy has the nerve to raise his hands in a placating gesture. “What the fuck is your game?”

“No game,” this fucking guy assures him. “I just assumed that, since you’re in the same business as ol’ Lady Jo, you might have some family stories of him. Maybe some family heirloom he gave her for that job he asked her to do? I honestly don’t know, but I’m grasping at straws here, and you’re the best lead I’ve got.”

“Old Lady Jo?” John echoes, not liking where this is going.

His fucking customer gives him a wary look. “You didn’t know your ancestor liked to muck about with the supernatural, too? She made a bit of a name for herself in the late seventeen hundreds.”

John had known that, actually. It was old stories about her, the ones his dad had passed down to him, that had inspired him to start playing with magic in the first place. And even though sometimes he regretted it more than anything, he’d still apparently had enough awe left in his heart to name his daughter after her.

But most of those stories had been set in the eighteen hundreds. The only one he could think of that was supposed to be that early in her life was the one about how she’d won a boon that set her on her course to make the Constantine name one to remember in the world of the occult.

“You’re looking for the Sandman?” John demands incredulously.

“The-” his customer begins, his eyes going very wide in a look of dawning, and faintly outraged, comprehension.

John snorts before he can help himself. “Jesus, you’re clueless,” he mutters, dropping back down into his chair reluctantly. To his surprise, his customer laughs at the comment instead of getting offended. It wins him a little bit of John’s good will back, but he can hardly dwell on it, because he’s coming to an unfortunate set of realisations of his own. He’s re-examining their whole conversation through this new lens of family history coming back to haunt him, and going cold right down to his fucking bones as the pieces click into place.

After all, it’s mid-July right now and the story of how Lady Joanna met the Sandman said that she’d ambushed him at a meeting with his immortal not-Jewish friend at the beginning of July every century. Hells, it’s the right year, too. And this man called the Sandman friend, and said he’d just recently missed a date, and knew about the job he’d tasked John’s ancestor with.“Jesus fucking Christ, I’m clueless,” he breathes in genuine horror at his own carelessness. “You’re him, aren’t you? The Wandering Jew.”

The asshole rolls his eyes. “I’m not-”

“-Jewish,” John finishes for him. “I know, but it’s not like you’ve introduced yourself, either. This time or the last.”

That gets a blink, and then a burst of startled laughter. “Oh, I’m picking up his bad habits now. Sorry. I’m Robert. Gadling, originally, but it’s Golding right now. My friends call me Hob.” He leans forwards to offer John a hand, which he shakes with a distant sense that this might just be the most normal weird thing to ever happen to him. It’s very surreal. “So, back to the issue at hand; can you find him? I mean, ‘the Sandman’ is more of a title than a name, isn’t it? Would that be enough?”

John can only stare at him helplessly. Gadling – should probably think of him as Golding, he probably wouldn’t appreciate his cover being blown by a careless word – stares back, desperate enough that John’s silence doesn’t even deter him. It’s a bit tragic. This blessed fucking idiot really doesn’t fucking know. The Dream Lord’s infamous immortal companion really is just as clueless as your average mortal moron.

“Mate,” John says, with emphasis enough to make Golding’s face fall. “Everyone’s been looking for the bloody Sandman. No one’s had any fucking luck for the last seventy years. What do you think the sleepy sickness is?”

Golding goes pale.

“Seventy years…?” he breathes in horror.

John nods, feeling pretty bad for the guy who’s just figuring all this out now, instead of having grown up with these facts like John did. Every Constantine from his grandfather down to his daughter knows that the sleepy sickness coincided with the disappearance of the Sandman.

“Fuck. Fuck!” Golding swears, punching the arm of the couch, before pressing that fist to his lips to stifle any further cursing. John personally thinks he’d feel a lot better if he just yelled for a bit, but he does appreciate the restraint, given there’s a – hopefully – sleeping kid in the bedroom just down the hall. Then he drops his hand and fixes John with a look that makes him want to stay very still until the threat passes.

John swallows hard and tries to wait it out, the hard calculations he can see going on behind Golding’s eyes. “Don’t make me regret this, Constantine,” he says direly. John doesn’t answer, because he can’t fucking know if he’s going to regret it, but he’s sure as fuck going to try not to get on this guy’s bad side. Golding is fucking immortal, after all, but John certainly fucking isn’t. “You said,” Golding begins, voice measured and cold, “that you could use a lock of hair to track someone.”

“You implied you didn’t have one,” John replies, just as measured.

“How about blood?”

John stares at this man. “You have the Sandman’s blood?” There’s no way, no possible way that he took it, right? So it had to be a gift. And here John had been thinking the Sandman hadn’t given Golding his name as a matter of trust. Clearly fucking not.

“After a fashion.”

John doesn’t have to be a genius to put that one together. After a fashion. After a fucking fashion. No wonder Golding opened with a fucking threat. John swallows hard and reaches out, fumbling blindly across the side-table for a pack of fags. He really rather desperately needs a smoke right now.

Because if word got out that this man has the Sandman’s fucking child in his keeping… John doesn’t want to think about it. He doesn’t want to think about it, but he is doing. It would be a fucking bloodbath. Occultists, magicians, exorcists, the ones with bad intentions and the ones with good – arguably worse, in John’s opinion, the sanctimonious fuckers – they’d all want a piece of this kid. It’s horrifying to think about, and it’s not the worst of it. At least, not for John personally.

Golding saw Joanna.

It doesn’t need to be fucking said that if John puts Golding’s… Ward? Kid? Adoptee? If he puts this kid in danger, Golding would pay him back measure for measure. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he breathes, hands trembling as he fails and fails to get his lighter to spark. “Fuck,” he swears, hands dropping. Golding reaches out slowly, gently takes the lighter from his lax, still shaking fingers, and sparks a flame for him.

John fatalistically accepts the help and leans forward to light his fag. He takes a deep drag as he sits back again. “You… you have the-” he tries, but he can’t actually bring himself to say it out loud.

“Yes,” Golding says flatly, turning John’s lighter over and over. “Can you find him?”

John breathes out a cloud of smoke. “I can fucking well try.”

[ladylilithprime]

Say A Little Prayer

Series: Fluff Is My Jamstiel

Fandom: Supernatural: 

Pairing: Sastimmy/Jamstiel (Jimmy Novak/Sam Winchester/Castiel)

Rating: Teen and Up

Tags/Warnings: Witch Sam Winchester, Hunter Novak Brothers, Jimmy and Castiel Are Twins, Brief Allusions to Canon-Typical Violence, Jimmy and Cas Killed The Cringles, Sam Is On Speaking Terms With The Gods To Whom He Prays

Summary: A lazy Thursday afternoon in the tea shop rolls around to a theological discussion that takes a sudden turn for unexpected but arguably better.

For: @fluffyfebruary challenge!

Prompt: Day 25: Murmur

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IT WAS A quiet day, as most Thursdays tended to be. The Long Brew tended to have somewhat flexible hours, staying open later or opening earlier than the regularly posted hours of operation depending on the arrival of the owner and chief proprietor Sam Wesson and his "assistant" Hannah McCoy. Mondays got most of the traffic, people coming in to refill their stores of certain herbs, teas, and tinctures after the weekend. Fridays were the next busiest with people wanting to stock up before the weekend. Wednesdays did a relatively brisk business as that was when most of the members of what Sam called "the local network" turned up to chat, exchange news and goods, and just generally touch base with Sam and each other. But Tuesdays and Thursdays could usually be counted on to be slow, getting an occasional curious tourist or cautious newbie wanting to look around and maybe ask questions.

This Thursday was no different. The only people in the shop being Sam, a rather bored and nap-happy golden retriever since Bones had opted out of keeping up the human shape on such a slow day, and a pair of hunters who had brought their witch friend lunch and opted to stick around to keep him and Bones company. John Castiel Novak was even flopped on the cedar chip filled pillow on the floor behind the counter and using a tolerant Bones as a pillow. His twin, James Constantine Novak, was actually checking over the books for the shop, helping to balance some of the numbers on the bartered goods and stock so the IRS would be happier come April. Sam was leaving him to it, piping up to answer whatever questions Jimmy had, but otherwise occupying himself with working on another knitting project.

At least he would be if the yarn wouldn't keep getting itself tangled up around itself in the skein, forcing him to stop and coax the threads apart again before he could continue.

"That's not a language I've heard you use before," Cas piped up from the floor after the third time a frustrated Sam murmured the entreaty to Frigga aloud under his breath as he teased apart the tangled yarn.

"Old Norse," Sam answered the implied question. "I try to pray to the gods and goddesses I call on in their original language when I can, and Frigga's not Greek or Roman."

"Frigga... that's the wife of Odin, right?" Jimmy frowned. "Why her?"

"She's the Norse goddess of weaving and threadcraft, closely tied in with the Norns," Sam explained. "Basically, she's the goddess in charge of knitting, and most of the wards and runic arrays I know are Norse, so she makes more sense to pray to when I need a little extra patience with a project."

"Not Athena?" Cas asked. "Since you're usually calling on Greek gods, and I always thought mixing your pantheons was frowned on."

"No," Sam shook his head. "No disrespect to Athena intended, but she's... possessive. Persephone is my patroness and Hades is her husband, so I offer them prayers and call on them as the literal power couple during some of my rituals, but neither of them mind that I call on others besides them. Neither does Frigga, though I've been warned off calling on Odin for anything short of a dire emergency."

"Any others you call on?" Jimmy asked, setting down his pen, apparently finding the conversation more interesting than the numbers. "Or others you've met? Is it weird that I'm actually starting to get used to the idea that you've actually met the beings you pray to?"

"I think it would be more weird if we weren't already predisposed to the idea of the old gods being very real and present thanks to us being hunters," Cas offered. "Remember the Cringles?"

"Ugh," Jimmy grimaced. "That case was crazy. Oh shit," he sat up sharply. "Is anyone going to be coming after us upset for that one?"

"They might come up and shake your hands, actually," Sam said, amused. "I don't get the full scope of the inter-pantheon gossip line, but I do remember hearing about the general relief from most of the 'old god crowd' when they got taken out."

"Whew!" Cas and Jimmy chorused, simultaneously miming wiping sweat off their brows, making Sam laugh at them.

"So, who all is in your personal prayer book?" Cas picked up Jimmy's question.

"Well, Persephone and Hades, obviously," Sam hummed. "Hecate, mostly for certain high-level spellwork, especially laying down foundational ward lines. Frigga, with the knitting, especially since I've technically been praying to her the longest. And I met Loki once."

Well, he had met a very powerful being who had first tried to pass himself off as a rather unimportant trickster and then "admitted" to being called Loki when Sam hadn't bought the deception. There was something about his power that just didn't quite match up to what he had always felt from Frigga, but he had opted not to press when Dean had come into the shop and noticed his visitor. And apologized for "that mess in Ohio", which was how Sam learned about another hunt John Winchester had dragged his eldest son into that Dean would have otherwise passed over as "not his business".

"He didn't seem to know what to make of me, but he was nice enough," he concluded with a shrug. "I usually just leave some candy out on the mosaic in the garden on April first with a brief invocation, like saying hi in passing, but I usually don't have much reason to call upon him for anything. I think Dean's gone drinking with him a couple times, though."

"What about the prayers you say to the rest of them?" Cas asked, sitting up and scooting a little closer to Sam's feet. "Will you teach them to us?"

Sam froze.

"Maybe not the prayers to Frigga, since neither of us can knit," Jimmy added, setting aside the ledger and turning more fully to face Sam. "Though we'd try to learn if you wanted to teach us that, too."

"We already know Latin--" Cas started.

"--so learning Greek seems like a good next step," Jimmy finished.

Sam felt faint. "You want to learn Greek... and learn the prayers I say. You want me to... to teach you to pray to my gods."

"Mmhm," the twins nodded.

"To Persephone."

"She's important to you--"

"--and apparently likes us."

"And Hades."

"Husband to the goddess who likes us--"

"--and pretty easy going from everything we've heard."

"And Hecate."

"....Not as familiar with her, but she's clearly important to you--"

"--so it makes sense for you to teach us about her when you're teaching us the prayers--"

"--and especially if you think we could help--"

"--with any of that high level spellwork you mentioned."

Sam stared back and forth between them. Swallowed. "Why the sudden interest?"

Jimmy and Cas exchanged speaking looks before shifting, Cas getting up onto his knees-- no, getting up onto one knee as Jimmy slid off the chair and dropped down into a mirrored pose to his brother. "Not so sudden--"

"--and we figure it's best to know these things--"

"--when thinking about long-term--"

"--and whether or not you might agree--"

"--to marry us?"