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Dreams and Reality | Bruce Wayne/Batman x OC!Magician ft the Sandman [Part 1/3]

Synopsis: The holidays are coming and as the Batfamily prepares with gifts and decorations, John Constantine knocks on their door with a surprise. 

~ Star City, 20th Century ~

Madeline Pryor could feel the shift in the air. After nearly a century, she could feel his presence once again. In the cold dark night of Star City, Madeline breathed out the name of her beloved, “Lord Dream.”

From the shadows, the figure appeared donning black robes. He strolled from the dark streets and appeared to her under the light of the lamp. He has not aged since she last saw him three-hundred years ago, since the day he saved her from the pyre and then left her in that hut after she had sent Gisella Sinner and her daughters to a brutal death with those likes she cried out.

“Madeline Pryor,” Dream said, her name still the same as he did so before. “You have not aged a day.”

“I did not feel you, Lord Dream… for a long time. I thought maybe you had decided to abandon me but then the winds changed.”

Madeline stepped towards him. “You are in pain… what has happened to you, my Lord Dream?”

Dream kept silent but he did not retract from her touch. He welcomed them, her arms, her breath, the kiss on his cheek. How he missed the sound of her voice, the warmth she gives.

~ Somewhere in New York, 20th Century  ~

“Alright, Vivian, time for bed!” 

Seven-year-old Vivian only glanced at her closed bedroom door and returned to her book. It was a fascinating book with colorful pictures of knights, kings, princesses, witches, and dragons. Her mother just bought it yesterday after coming home from a long day at work, since then she couldn’t put it down. The door of her room opened, and standing there with her hands on her hips and tired look on her face was Madeline Pryor. Her mother.

“I said, go to bed, Vivian,” said Madeline. “I’m tired, and I still have to do the dishes and prepare food for Benny’s poker game.”

Vivian frowned. Benny was her mother’s current boyfriend. At the young age of six, she already knew what an asshole was, and Benny was the posterboy of that word. She wondered why her mother even stays with him.

“Why doesn’t he make the food?” Vivian muttered and returned to her book.

“Vivian.”

She ignored her mother.

“Vivian. Close the book and head to bed.”

“Why bother sleeping when he’s going to keep me up all night with the noise?” Vivian muttered. “Why does he play at all when he always loses?”

Her mother closed the door of her room and locked it. Benny didn’t hear. He was too busy drowning in his eight o’clock show. Madeline went to her bed and took the book from Vivian and placed it on the bedside.

“Don’t ever say that to him, alright?” Madeline told her. “Do you understand, Vivian Pryor?”

Looking at her mother, Vivian saw the panic in her eyes, and nodded. “I promise.”

“Vee.”

“I promise!”

Sighing, Madeline brushed her daughter’s hair, untangling the ends and massaging her scalp. The sight of her daughter’s smile made her forget about the fear and that shitty poker game she needed to prepare for. “Come here, spitfire, let’s fix this before you go to bed,” Madeline pulled her daughter to sit up with her back to her, and started to braid Vivian’s long auburn hair. She started to hum, which then had Vivian singing along.

“Why don’t you just use your magic to make the food?” Vivian asked.

Madeline paused in her braiding. “Because if Benny sees that I can use magic he’ll call the authorities and we’ll be on the run.”

“Then do the same thing that you always do. Poof them away.”

Madeline frowned. “Not everything should be solved by magic, Vivian.”

“Why don’t you ever use your magic again, Mommy? I miss seeing you use your magic.”

“I do too,” Madeline whispered. “But I don’t want to.”

“Everything was easier with it.”

“Well, you can’t always depend on it. You know why?”

“Why?”

“Because not everyone believes that magic should be here. There are those who… there are witches who were burned in the stake for having them. Some drowned. Some hanged…” Madeline frowned at the memory. “Like your grandmother and your aunt… so, do not use your magic when there’s anyone around. But you can always use it when I’m around.”

“Okay,” Vivian whispered. “Ever since we visited that man, Papa Midnite, you stopped using your magic.”

Madeline finished with her work and had Vivian lay down in bed. “You are too smart for your own good. You know that?”

Vivian smiled and held her mother’s hand. “Stay here tonight. Please?”

Madeline had every intention to. “I’ll come back after I make their food. Go to bed, Vivian.”

“I will.”

Madeline leaned down and pressed a kiss on her forehead. “Go to bed, and pray the Sandman gives you good dreams that take you away from this place.”

“Away from Benny’s poker game.”

“Yes.”

“Goodnight, Mommy,” Vivian whispered and turned to her side to sleep.

Later that night, after setting the table for Benny and his friends, Madeline Pryor entered her daughter’s room where she locked the door, pushed the drawer against it, and drew over the fading protection seal on the washed-blue paint on its surface. She sat on the edge of Vivian’s bed and kept a hand on her daughter as she held a bat to keep anyone from getting to them, and a pendant that would keep anything from taking Vivian from her.

No one was taking her girl. No man, and no Endless.

~ Now ~

Three major encounters with the divine, the damned, and time and space in a year. Constantine more than had his fair share of those three and needed a break. Sure his everyday consists of battling demons, betting on his soul with them over a game of poker while dragging along Jason Blood, and some consultations for the Justice League as long as Zatanna or Vivian were present, but being called to the – as he calls it – boy-scout Tower in space, he had a quota and he’s – rather, they – have reached it. 

Mammon may be a year ago but the night called Battle of Angels and Demons by the Flash was still fresh in his memory. How could it be when he literally saw his ex-girlfriend and now best friend be possessed by a demon, butchered by an angel, and he literally unsealed her powers so she could be reborn and brought back to life.

Then there was the case with the JLA which he and Zatanna worked on about Destiny. 

Then the latest one, which happened months ago, involved traveling back in time, specifically in the 18th century, to rescue Batman who was zapped there by Darkseid. That adventure may have solidified his relationship with Vivian and Batman as a close friend, but still. He would rather come to that Manor for a pint than a life-threatening mission. It also gave him a good reputation in the Justice League. Which was not his intention. Now they were inviting him to join their little hero-club! 

First thing that everyone should know – and Vivian knows this very well – John Constantine is not a hero. 

John Constantine is the type of person who will kill his other dimension-self to save his arse from getting killed. 

So as he finished an exorcism for a priest he knew in London, which involved some noble woman who is the King’s fiftieth cousin/niece seventh times removed – he doesn’t really give a shit – and some American football star who turns out to be a demon, he told his priest-friend, “that’s it, John Constantine is going on a vacation! So make sure to tell those bastards below to not do anything that would piss me off, got it?! And tell everyone in mass to pray extra hard!”

It’s official, John was on holiday. Good thing too because the holidays were also coming close and he’s got a couple of invitations for him to attend to. Zatanna invited him to her place to celebrate days after her special holiday show, and Vivian and Batman invited him to join her ever-growing family for holiday dinner. He could pop by Wayne Manor for a drink, some takeaways, Alfred would always pack him a little doggy bag with a bottle of scotch from Vivian, then go to Zatanna’s show.

If only that were easy – and it should – but he was John Constantine and he is never given a day off in his life. 

The man standing by the broken lamp post was pale as the moon, he wore black clothing from head to toe, which made him look like some black and white TVcharacter too. 

“John Constantine,” he called for him.His voice sounded ancient that was a cross between a narrator of a dream while still holding the horrors of nightmares. A voice that goes beyond time. It brought chills down John’s spine.

“I think you just missed him, mate,” John walked past him and lit his cigarette.

The man appeared before him again, this time blocking his path, and above them a raven flew around. “John Constantine,” the man said again. “You are just as stubborn as your ancestor.”

“What can I say? It runs in the family – if you didn’t get the message, mate, I’m on holiday. I already got more than enough demons and angels and whatever the fuck you are.  See you next year!”

“We have business, you and I,” the man continued.

“Get in line! The lot of you always say you do!”

“Vivian Claire Pryor.”

John stopped on his tracks. Turning to the man, John glared at him, “I’m telling you now. Stay away from Vivian Pryor. Do you understand? Unless you want your sorry immortal-arse turn to cosmic dust.”

The man approached him. “I need to speak with Vivian Pryor.”

“Everyone does.”

A smirk came to the man’s face as he said, “You still do not know who you speak to, Constantine. Your relative was quick to identify me upon our meeting.” Not exactly true, but when Johanna Constantine did learn his name she knew immediately who and what he was.

Looking at the man, Constantine turned to the sky where the raven continued to fly above their heads. 

“Endless,” John concluded. “Not just any Endless too, Lord Morpheus. Dream. Where’s the sand, the ruby, and the helm?”

“In my possession.”

“What do you want with Vee? Better yet, what do you want with me?”

“You were quite close with her, yes?”

“Jealous, mate? Then you’d be more jealous of her husband. Big man, wears a bat costume.”

“I am not interested in Vivian Pryor in such a manner. My concern for her is beyond such a thing.”

“What is it then?”

“There are those who find her existence an abomination. She is in danger.”

“Why would they —” brown eyes that almost looked like darkness. John cursed under his breath. “Bollocks!”

~*~

Gotham in the holidays is just as chaotic as Halloween. But unlike Halloween where it only happens for one night, this goes on for at least a week before the  holiday itself. Vivian remembers clearly the first Christmas she spent in Gotham, she was homesick then and had not enough money to eat in a fancy restaurant. So she spent the day volunteering at the Martha Wayne Foundation by handing out food and clothes, and after that she went to a local bar that serves good food and drinks. She called her family to wish them happy holidays and that was it.

The past holidays started to be filled with fun as she had Christmas parties with colleagues and friends, and now she celebrates the holidays with her family. A family she never thought she would have nor share the traditions of going through the war of shopping for dinner and gifts with.

Of all her adopted children, it was Dick who had the patience to go through the troubles of Christmas shopping. Maybe it was because they developed this tradition ever since he came to Wayne Manor and became Bruce’s ward. The first Christmas he had there, Vivian invited him to join her to buy gifts and food that they’ll prepare for dinner. At first he hated it, absolutely hated it, he was tired after that day, but as he got older he looked forward to coming to Gotham so he could help out Vivian on the list of things she had.

Which was where they were now. Walking out of the shopping district where Riddler set a huge riddle fiasco inside. Batman’s got it covered, along with Robin and Orphan, which let Dick and Vivian to leave the place with their purchases and a long and dragging sigh.

“Gotta love Gotham in the holidays,” he mused.

“It’s not the holidays without the Riddler turning the toy store into a real life Five Nights at Freddy’s,” Vivian sighed. “I hope Bruce and the others are okay.

“They are. Don’t worry about it. They’ll be back home before we even get through this traffic.”

Dick was right about traffic. He and Vivian arrived at the manor thirty-minutes later than Batman, Robin, and Orphan. Upon reaching the driveway, they were met outside by Bruce and the others who went to help with bringing everything inside.

“Are you both alright?” He asked her.

“Yeah, nothing we can’t handle. I’m sure you’ve seen Eddie now, so no point in giving his message,” Vivian said.

“What message?”

“He told me he wants to wish you a happy holiday and that he says hi.”

“I’m not sure if I should be happy about your casual relationship with the Riddler.”

“It’s more of an acquaintance type of relationship.”

Coming inside, Vivian smiled at the sight of the decorations that everyone helped in setting up. The first time she had Christmas in the manor, she was surprised by Alfred with the festivities and wondered if she went to the right manor in Gotham because, in her words, “this looks like a mini Christmas Village”, and as of now Alfred still has the knack for making the place look like a page torn from Charles Dickens’ Christmas Carol. Which was fitting since Wayne Manor has all the remnants of the past, with the present bustling with life, and the future of… actually, the only thing that reminds Vivian of the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come was her husband whenever he comes home from patrol in the snow in his Batman uniform.

“Ah, welcome back, Mrs. Pryor!” Alfred greeted them.

“Hello, Alfred, sorry we’re late. Dick and I got stuck in traffic,” Vivian told him.

“Not to worry, Ma’am, all is well. I have prepared snacks for everyone while I whip up some dinner.”

“I’ll help –”

“No need, please relax in the study with this,” he handed her a glass of scotch. “You have already tired yourself with the shopping, which was supposed to be my errand for the day.”

“Alfred, you’ve already made this place a holiday wonderland, I should at least do the shopping and the cooking.”

“No offense, Viv,” Tim spoke. “But we all know that Alfred makes a mean pie. Even if you agree on that.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I’ll just start with wrapping the presents then,” she snapped her fingers and had the bags of presents sent to her study before any of them could get a peek on what they were getting. “I’ll be in my study if you need me. And don’t try to find out what you’re getting. I placed a glamor on each of those.”

They all groaned in disappointment.

“I’ll help you in wrapping,” said Bruce, joining her at the stairs.

“How come he gets to see the presents?” Jason called out.

“Because it won’t last long in any way, why bother prolonging the inevitable, right?”

Another groan from them all, making Vivian laugh and pull Bruce up the stairs and before they disappear into the hall she said to them, “Mrs. Clause won’t be the north pole helping with making gifts!”

“VIV!”, “MA!” “MOM!” They exclaimed at her and she laughed loudly as she dragged Bruce to the study and locked the doors. 

He wasted no time as he pressed her against doors and kissed her feverishly. “I missed you,” he said between kisses. He’s been busy for the past few weeks with trips around the world to see Wayne Enterprise offices, duties as a Justice League member, and for Batman’s cases. There was a time he didn’t come home for four days straight and the only time Vivian saw him was during a video call when he was off Earth. Floating in space. 

“I missed you too,” Vivian moaned as his hands squeezed her thighs, telling her that he was going to lift her up. She wrapped her legs around him, making her taller and easier for her to kiss. “Bruce, are you — hey!” She laughed as he hastily unbuttoned her shirt. “I’m not wearing it now!”

He hummed in disappointment but he still continued kissing her chest and down to the exposed parts of her breast. He brought her down a little so he could press his crotch against hers. It always sends a wave of electricity across her body. With that simple act he has her in the palm of his hand. She would be telling him – not begging, never begging – to stop messing around and bend her over the table if needed. 

“I almost wanted to,” she struggled to speak as he kissed her lips again. “Call you when Batman comes to stop the Riddler.”

Bruce laughed between kisses and finally pulled away. They both looked at each other, disheveled from the heated session earlier, flustered with raw lips, and Vivian’s chest covered with love-bites that made them both laugh at their behavior. 

One last kiss, Bruce said to her, “Happy Holidays, Mrs. Wayne.”

“Happy Holidays, Mr. Pryor,” Vivian replied and got down from his hold and took the floating drink from midair and went to where the shopping bags were, and Ace. They only noticed Ace’s presence now as the dog came out of his hiding place behind the couch. On its head was a kitten wearing a large red ribbon around its neck.

“Poor babies, we didn’t know you were here,” Vivian hugged the large dog and the kitten. “I’m sorry.”

Ace barked and happily licked her cheek, while the kitten, which she named Echo, happily purred and nuzzled in her arms.

“They didn’t seem to mind,” Bruce said.

“Still, it’s weird to know that our cat and dog were here the entire time.” Vivian finished her drink and went to the bags to start unpacking. “Yeah, just so you stop wondering which one is yours. I already bought it weeks ago, and hid it at my desk in the University. So just help me wrap these.”

Bruce sat on the ground with her and started unrolling the wrapping paper. Echo climbed onto Bruce's lap and laid there where she could get a scratch on the back or on the head. Despite having magic to help with the task, Vivian preferred to wrap her presents by hand. She mentioned doing it when she was a child and carried on the tradition as a grown up. Bruce had to remind her that at that time it was just her and her mother, then her father and brother and sister. But Vivian was adamant in keeping this certain tradition even if it meant wrapping presents for their family which has now grown beyond their fingers’ capability to count. 

But she’ll admit that she’ll use magic to wrap the other gifts to those who she’s not too close with, such as certain colleagues at work, her students – which she gifts with three pieces of biscuits. 

Sitting on the ground with Ace at their side, and Alfred the cat on his head, Vivian and Bruce wrapped the presents for each member of the family. They were halfway through when he asked her a question that he always does, “are your father and siblings coming over?”

“Not this time.”

“They never do.”

“What are you talking about? Of course they do!” Vivian writes Cassandra’s name on the present. “They went the last time.”

“That was three Christmases ago, Viv. And that was the only time they did since… five years ago?”

“Do you want them here?”

“Of course, I do. Adam and I are getting along, Olivia too. Oliver has always been nice and I remember you mentioning that he and his husband are planning on adopting a baby.”

“Yeah, they are.”

“I think we should see them and so you can greet your niece or nephew.”

“Our niece or nephew. But with the baby in mind, do you really think it’s a good idea to bring them to Gotham with what just happened at the mall? Remember the last time they were here?”

He does. “Joker thought it would be funny to have a bomb of Joker Gas go off at Christmas Eve at the top of Wayne Tower so everyone would be smiling and laughing.”

“Yes. And it was chaotic – I mean, you had to go and stop Joker, and I had to tell them that my husband is currently making sure that everyone gets out safely…”

“Then we go to them during the holidays.”

“I think it’s a little too late for that. We’ve already planned the dinner here.”

“How about after? We can take the jet. Take the kids – Adam mentioned wanting to meet them all, especially Cassandra. It would be a fun trip to Liverpool.”

“Remember the last time we went to Liverpool?”

Bruce sighed. “Mary, Queen of Blood.”

“Yes. It’s not that I don’t want us to go visit my family in Liverpool or them coming here, it’s just so sudden if we do. And we don’t have any intel to make sure that it’s not another case that we’re facing if we head to Liverpool.”

“I understand. But I do wish we could go there someday. The entire family. For a vacation.”

Vivian gasped teasingly. “You go on a vacation? The most workaholic person I’ve ever met? Oh no! Bruce, it’s too soon! Duke and I were just discussing about Geriatric Batman the other day –”

“Geriatric Batman?!”

“No, my love, please! It’s too early for retirement,” she laughed.

Bruce reached over the gifts and dragged Vivian to his lap, Vivian tried to get away by calling for Alfred the cat and Ace to save her but her husband had her in his arms and carried her off the ground. “Does this look like a Geriatric Batman to you?”

“A joke, Bruce. We were just messing around — wondering how long you’ll still be doing this… I mean, you’re not getting any younger.”

“Thanks.”

“It was just a thought…” reaching up, she brushed her fingers through his hair that had a white streak at the side. “But I do wish that we’ll come to that… retirement. The both of us here, old and gray. With Ace and the other animals.”

“I know,” Bruce smiled softly and kissed his wife passionately. “We’ll get there. I promise.”

“And I’ll do everything in my power to make sure that you do,” Vivian pulled him down to kiss her again. 

“Bruce! Vivian!” The door of the study was kicked open by Tim and Stephany.

“What is it?” Bruce placed down Vivian as they sensed the alarm in their tone.

“Someone’s in the living room. It’s urgent.”

~*~

“So, that someone is John,” Vivian said as she saw the man in the coat smoking a cigarette by the fireplace. Looking more worried than usual. “You could have said John, right?”

John threw his cigarette into the fire. “I told them to do that or else you and the husband won’t come down. Happy holidays, Vee.”

“The present that you can give me now is not a case, John,” Vivian sighed. “Please, we just want the closest-to-normal holidays.”

“I do too, I was looking forward to the pie and the other things Alfred’s going to make tonight and on Christmas Eve, but there’s something important that you need to know. I think it’s best if you have a couple of drinks in your system and you’re seated down when I tell you something.”

Before John’s magically levitating bottle of scotch approached her, Vivian waved it away and said to him, “I do not need a drink, and I do not need to sit down. What is going on, John?”

The man sighed and looked around the room. “I guess you also want to know?”

Jason shrugged. “What gave it away?”

“Nosy brats.”

“If you’re here to ruin the holidays we should at least know what for.”

“Constantine,” Bruce said, telling him to get to the point. 

“Fine. What do you know about your father, Vee? Not your stepfather but your actual Father,” Constantine began.

Taken aback, Vivian couldn’t find the words to his question and was silent for a time. In her place, it was Jason, Dick, and Damian who questioned him about why it is important. All of them knew of Vivian’s upbringing, how her mother raised her as a single-mom, moving from town after town in America until they got the money to go to England, where they settled in Liverpool. Not one mention of her father but for stepfather. As far as they and Vivian knew her biological father was simply a man who didn’t care. Her mother never seemed to tell her anything about him, so why bother knowing, right?

“Vee!” John pulled her back from her shock. His voice is commanding. “Tell me. What did Madeline Pryor ever tell you about your father?”

“I… she never did.”

“I doubt it,” John walked around the room as if searching for something. “Not even a profession?”

“No.”

“Did he ever go to prison?”

“How should I know?!”

“Constantine,” Bruce warned him.

“How about a song, did she mention a song? Was there a song she always sang to you before going to bed? Or a story?”

“John, I have no idea what the hell you’re trying to do. But if it’s to piss me off, it’s working.”

“How about your eyes, Vivian, did she ever tell you about that? Did she ever say how much your eyes looked so much like Daddy’s? Did she ever tell you that you’d see Daddy in your dreams? Or how about the tattoo, did she mention why she had to give a six year old that seal? ”

“You know why, John to keep this magic inside me, which by the way is this close to sending you flying across the fucking country.”

“What’s your point, Constantine?” Bruce demanded.

“Do it, send me across the bloody country. I dare you,” John marched up to her, towering over Vivian with his smug smile. 

“Constantine!” Bruce tried to push him away but a wall was built between him and them. 

In fact there was a wall that kept the others from them, a dome, which Vivian hasn’t noticed and will not notice as rage filled her eyes that were slowly turning gold. Good. He just needs one more push. One more to get her to blow up, like she usually does whenever she is angry. But this time he had her in a contained environment.

“Forty years and you’re still crying for Daddy, aye? Still gets on your nerves whenever we talk about him. Is that what this is about? A make believe for you to fill that hole in your heart because you never met him? I mean, look at this, the husband is – well, he’s not a spitting image of him but he’s got the look. The color black seems to run in the family. The kids too. Good job in keeping them alive, yours never really knew how –”

“Into the light, I command thee!”

Here we go.

John cast the spell to protect himself from the bright flames. With his arm shielding his vision from the blinding flames he reached out to the purest form of the Phoenix that floated before him and cast the spell. “Corporis et animi capio imperium tuum!” Now holding Vivian’s mind and body, he closed the gates that opened for the Phoenix: “Back to the darkness, I command thee.”

In an instant Vivian was back to her normal self, the steam of her magical fire exhumed from her body, and only her body. The place where he had contained the fire was left untouched. 

Removing the shield, Bruce went to Vivian’s side. He hissed at the heat she emitted and asked for ice or a cold blanket for her. Alfred and Tim were quick to get them.

“What the hell did you do?” Bruce got up from her side and grabbed Constantine by his shirt.

“Correcting a mistake. Actually, it was a back-job,” John raised his hands in surrender. “The seal was more than just to keep your magic locked up, Vee. It was also designed to keep certain entities away.”

“Evil entities – I told you that before,” Vivian accepted the ice pack.

“Not just that. Something that’s way out of our league. Just like what Gabriel said.”

“Gabriel?!” Vivian exclaimed. “Bruce, put him down – what does that fucker have anything to do with you pissing me off and almost burning my house?!”

“You’re not just some cosmic-magical being, Vee. This is about your Dad. And I did all this charade because he came to me and asked for my help to find you.”

Vivian scoffed. “He had all the time for the past forty years to do that, John.”

“It’s not that simply because Madeline Pryor made sure he can’t find you. Him and the others of his kind! You’re an Endless, Vee. A Child of an Endless.”

“What is an Endless?” Jason questioned.

John ignored the questions that came and focused on her. He was running out of time now, any minute he would arrive and things would just get more chaotic than it was now. Better he caused the explosion than have two primordial beings going head to head because of an ordinary family dinner.

“You know what they are — we’ve read about them, back in Liverpool. We read about them, we’ve heard about their existence.”

“No, that’s impossible. There was never an Endless who had children –” Vivian clutched her aching head. Bruce held her steady as she started to sway. So much was going on in her head right now.

“Think. Who of them was known to have fathered sons and daughters. At least one of them had a thousand names. Known in many stories and songs.”

Darkness came to the room of the manor and an ominous voice echoed in the living room. "Thank you, Constantine, you've done enough," from the darkness a figure emerged. It was a man with skin pale-white, eyes and hair black as the abyss, and robes that let him blend in the night.

He stood there, at the corner, without a care of the crowd as his eyes were fixed at one person in the room. No one dared to move in the room, normally they would immediately engage at the trespasser but this was not human. He may look like a human but they knew all too well that he was not one. His presence emitted something that brought a feeling of power they cannot take on. 

Batman has trained all of his Robins to have a backup plan for everything. Even against gods and Kryptonians, and demons now, but this was not in his lectures.

 "Hello, Vivian..." the man smiled. "Your mother placed a spell on you that would keep me from finding you in both the Waking World and the Dreaming.”

“The Dreaming…” Vivian swallowed. She observed the man before her but her gaze was stuck with his eyes. Deep brown eyes that twinkle in the darkness. The same brown eyes as hers. “Lord Morpheus,” she realized. “Dream.”

The man bowed his head. "I am Dream of the Endless, and you mentioned. And I am your father, Vivian Pryor."

[celmian]

"Cooking for Alfred" Damian Wayne x OC's short fanfic.

/Adult Damian (University)

/warnings/ Dirty joke, (18+) language/

Hi, first of all this is just one of the part of the main fanfic I have been written. The oc is now dating Damian and she wants to cook for Alfred on his birthday. You can follow-up the main story in AO3. The fanfic is called 'Damian Wayne x OC : Hunting the witch'. English is not my first languages so, I hope I didn’t mess up anything.

Also, the oc name is Celine Constantine. She is John Constantine's daughter. Hope you enjoy.

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“…Celine, didn’t you used to tell me that you know how to cook?”    “Well, cooking is not baking...”    A picture of two teenagers approaching adulthood walking chaotically in the kitchen… Around the counter island there was powder and the egg panels all over were probably a strange sight that happened in Wayne Manor…a sight that Alfred Pennyworth would not have allowed to happen in normal situations because he wouldn't have to bother cleaning up the mess later. 

...but today is Alfred's birthday. 

  So Celine has a crazy idea. As a resident, she wanted to give him a surprise. So, they have Bruce take the old man into town while the two young men,Celine and Damian, prepare a homemade birthday cake for the butler. The witch Constantine claims to have worked behind the stove at Fine Dining restaurant before...Damian doesn't know in which position. But from the looks of it, she isn't a dessert chef definitely... 

“...Okay, I'm just one of those people who helps prepare the cold kitchen where they serve appetizers and such...but back when I'm in London, I always cook for myself. I just never made dessert. That’s all.” The girl immediately defended her cooking skills. “The pasta with grilled vegetables that you ate the other day was made by me...” With that, both of her hands are now placed on the hips..    “Really?”    Damian Wayne had known that his girlfriend liked to help Alfred prepare food…but he thought she might just be chopping vegetables, preparing meats, whatever like that. Instead of making her own menu like she claimed. 

…The other day, the pasta that Damian packed to eat at university for lunch was so delicious that he asked Alfred to make it a daily menu. The old man smiled suspiciously. It wasn't him who made it, but it was the witch. 

“…Shall we make pasta instead then?” the young man suggested as his head recalled the rich flavor of the fresh pasta and grilled mushrooms, he had eaten the day before…    “It's Alfred's birthday, Damian. We must make a cake...”  

“But the others will come here soon…we have to prepare other kind of food anyway. Why don't you go take care of the savory and leave me here with the cake?” Both Richard Starfire, Raven the witch, and Stephanie Brown...including Tim Drake will be here today for the old man’s birthday. So, if they both waste time on one cake, they won't get anything done into pieces. The young man waved his hand and chased his girlfriend away from his dessert making area, earning a look of pouty face from Celine Constantine. 

"..You? Are you sure you know how to bake?" The girl looked at her boyfriend's face judgmentally... 

“Better than you do.” His hand moved towards the first cake that had been baked, which was so crumbly and incomplete that the whole thing had to be thrown into the trash… Only then the black-haired witch calms down and walked away to do her own duties as well... 

A long time had passed and the whole kitchen was quiet…no sound except the sound of boiling water, the sound of beating eggs, and other sounds of cooking. Celine walked back around to find her boyfriend in the dessert kitchen area, which was also quiet. She saw him in an apron Standing and squeezing cream into a round disc of something. With diligence and expert look. The young girl watched as those slender, beautiful fingers gently put the round plates together. so, she couldn't help but tease him about how skilled he was. 

“You make macarons? Wow. I didn't know that I slept with the Master Chef of dessert every day.” ...This French dessert is so hard to make. Even Celine couldn't make it through just baking a cake...but this Baby Bat showed off his skills in making macarons? Why he’s so annoyingly talented? 

Damian didn't answer…he shook his head and wiped the sweat from his chin. That's when the young girl came to help. using the handkerchief that was placed on his shoulder to wipe away the sweat that was flowing down the small frame of his chin before smiling at the face's owner.    “..Does this mean that if we get married you will be the househusband? Hmm? Dami?” 

“Dream on.” Damian shook his head, expanding his words as he looked proudly at the work on the table. “...Housework is a duty that we must help on both sides. And I have to go to work…Father's company will soon be mine. If I only act as your butler, who will run the company? Hmm, Celine?” Those words weren't very serious... The young man kissed his girlfriend's head as a thank you for helping him wipe his face before walking off to explore the savory side..    “…You....You make a heck lot of pasta.” Deep voice hurriedly commented on the amount of fresh pasta that the young girl had prepared in a pot for the people coming to the party to eat.   “Well, don't you remember the last time Dick ate the entire pot of meatballs by himself?” Celine reminded the young man of Bruce's birthday back in the middle of the year when the eldest of the family accidentally ate a meatball that Alfred had made for everyone all by himself.  “You’re right. Richard must have eaten it all by himself.” Damian Wayne immediately agreed…he nodded before quickly helping his girlfriend clean up the kitchen. Prepare a plate for the guests who will be coming to the old butler's birthday dinner in a few hours. 

In the evening, Bruce, Alfred and Stephanie, who went to help Bruce, arrive at the manor with Damian, Dick, the two girls from Titans, and Tim Drake is waiting. Of course, Damian briefly relents with Tim to stop his eldest brother from eating all the food before the birthday owner arrives.    The old man walked into the house, filled with joy. Starfire and Raven were the ones who brought out the cake. The remaining people sang songs of blessing to the talented butler. Damian stood and applauded silently. Dick sings off-key and loses his voice as Stephanie tries to save the song from crisis but failed. And after Alfred blew out the candles, they all gathered around the grand dining table of the mansion that was full of guests today…    “..This pasta is very delicious. Miss Celine, did you do it yourself?” The old butler was happy… that today he didn't have to prepare huge quantities of food himself. But what will the condition of the kitchen be like? This is something to worry about.    “Yes.” Celine smiled as she proudly watched Richard gobble down her pasta from the pot… 

“...What about macarons? Did you make it yourself? It's just as delicious as the one my friend brought from France.” Tim tried to compliment the new girl in the Bat House that he hadn't talked to much before Damian put down his fork and a smile curled his lips. It was then that Red Robin knew exactly who the person that made this tray of macarons was. “Oh my gosh…”  Tim shook his head, his hand hurriedly put down the dessert… but after a while he reluctantly picked it up and ate it again.    “Wanna bet on who made the cake?” On Dick's side, his hand was still holding the fork around the pasta. Turning to Bruce, who had been eating quietly by himself for a long time… The Dark Knight shook his head. Looking at the large chocolate cake with candles that had been sliced ​​up by Raven and Starfire for the party. Those blue eyes looked at the cake for just a moment and then responded immediately. 

“It’s Damian, obviously.”    “But I think it’s Celine,” Dick quickly bets against…    “..Ahem, Master Bruce, Master Richard. Gambling is not a good behavior to do on this kind of celebration....”  The birthday man sitting next to Bruce couldn't help but cough after hearing that conversation… He took the cake from Starfire and held it in his hand before considering it without tasting it. “I think they both do it together.”    “Accept the bets” Nightwing gave the old man a challenging smile before turning and asking to the two young men who the winner of this bet would be… “Hey! Little D! Celine! Who made this cake?”    “It’s Damian.” …and the answer from the young witch made Alfred stunned because even though he was the one who taught Damian how to bake, he had no idea that the boy would be able to use what he had taught him to do it all by himself. Dick was annoyed but managed to get a smile from Bruce as the old butler and Nightwing took a cash from their pockets and paid the manor a bill each. 

…and soon after the cakes, pasta, macarons, and all sorts of food were eaten by the people in the house, most of whom was Dick, the guests gradually left. They left Alfred a gift. Stephanie left the baking equipment. Damian gives him a cookbook. Dick gives him a new suit. Raven and Starfire buy him a new portable oven. Bruce gave him gloves and a winter coat, but Celine unexpectedly gave the same book as her boyfriend… 

“Damn, I didn't know we were going to buy the same book... and it's the exact same one but in a different language,” the young witch complained about when Alfred has to have the exact same gifts but in difference language without nobody knowing it beforehand. “...And why are you buying a Chinese text cookbook? Shouldn't those things have to be transported by ship?” The two young men were cleaning up the house while Alfred was sent to sleep by Damian. Meanwhile, Bruce handles company work before leaving on late-night patrol. And Celine complains loudly about the gift she has just given the old butler. 

“...Chinese recipes should be read in Chinese. Do you think Pennyworth couldn’t read Mandarin?” Damian frowned at the witch's question. She usually likes to buy books about the same story but in different versions or sometimes in different languages. But today she suddenly complains to him about it… “You can't read Chinese? Can’t you?” So, the young man made this assumption.    …and damn, Damian Wayne really has good instincts for matters that don't matter. 

The girl rolled her eyes, and the young man knew immediately that she was complaining about the whole Mandarin language stuff because she couldn't read it herself…    “I swear to you. Damian…if you start speaking Chinese to me. I'm going to suck your dick until it's rotten-”    “-下流 (Xia Liu)” …and of course, the mouthy young man wasn't easily fazed by that threat. He chuckled before starting to spit Chinese at the other person after knowing that she wasn't good at it...well, he's always been like this...loves competition like a psychopath.    “坏蛋 (Huai Dan)” But then the black-haired witch immediately shot back… she put down the powder box she was holding and put it on the countertop with a look of trouble on her face amidst the young man's bewildered expression.    “..I thought you couldn't speak Chinese?”    “When did I say I couldn't speak Chinese? I just couldn't read it.”  Celine raised her eyebrows with a defiant expression on her face…    “Then from now on, I'll send you a text in Chinese-”    -wad!    And then the box of powder that had been put down in the first place flew towards Damian Wayne immediately as he continued to annoy her. The witch already knew that an ex-assassin like him would definitely be able to catch that thin cardboard box. So, she crossed her arms over her chest, as her boyfriend caught it with precision and looked towards her.    “Did you know…one of your bad habits is throwing things when you don't get what you want?” Damian had seen Celine throw a pillow or sometimes an entire cigarette box at her father...sometimes she had a good reason for doing that. Sometimes there is no reason at all. Celine Constantine was spoiled rotten by her irresponsible father. But she is a spoiled person who knows that she has a bad personality…so Damian can accept it in somewhat of of way.

Because he's like that too.    “..So? Do you want me to describe your bad habits too?” The girl folded her arms across her chest and raised her head to look at her boyfriend with another look of trouble. 

“Go on…” The young man looked at those expressions. He didn't feel annoyed. Instead, he slowly walked towards his lover... a mischievous smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as his girlfriend smiled back and knew that he was definitely going to find something to get back at her... 

“Let's start with what? The size of your dick? I think it should be illegal-”  

“-Celine, we are talking about my bad personality, not what you like but denies that you don't like...” Damian, on the other hand, quickly used his strong hands to gather his girlfriend's mischievous body into an embrace...watching her laughing, pretending to run away but not getting anywhere.    “..So... What about your competitive personality? I swear, if I say I like a horse's cock, you will definitely going to lengthen it to compete with the hoarse-” 

Phew!!    ...and Celine's foul mouth made the arrogant boyfriend unable to bear it anymore. He took the box of powder in his hand that his girlfriend had thrown and dumped it on her head. He knew that Alfred would definitely curse him if he saw the kitchen floor right now. But believe him, it was very satisfying to see a person with a good mouth become silent because of the amount of flour stuck in her throat. She choked, the powders are now all over the sweet face attached to that bad mouth... 

But Celine Constantine wasn't the type to give in even in the most demanding situations… She turned and smeared the powder on her boyfriend's face. Smeared white powder on his perfect body. Damian is inferior. His hands scooped up the powders that had flown onto the counter and threw them all over his girlfriend's face, causing a small war in the kitchen. The one that ended up with Alfred walking in… The old man wanted to come get some water to quench his thirst after waking up late at night. Before coming to see his nightmare come true. Two young people threw cooking flour at each other. Rubbing each other's hair like it was a fun idea...Even Richard, at his most naughty age, had never done anything like this before...Then both young adults get warned by Alfred. Damian Wayne, who even used to be a child with a loudmouth that caused a lot of troubles, but he never caused any mischief like this before. So, he gets warned too. 

…but hey! At least this time Celine didn't start it.    Didn’t she?            “I got 1 point, and you got 0…” 

After fighting until they both were satisfied, the two young people came to take a dip in the water to clean themselves together after the war ended before Damian had to go on patrol with his father... Celine acts like a little kid who likes to play with a duck. She lets the plastic ducky float on the water in the tub. Damian was forced to watch her play with it while having his lover sit on his lap in the tub. 

“Why did I get 0 points when I really am the one who started it?” His thin lips gently kissed the shoulder of the person on his lap. His eyes looking at his wet girlfriend, he is frowning while asking...    "..It's easy because I'm the one giving the scores." Celine pinches her boyfriend's nose at the same time as squeezing the duck in her hand...it very well triggers a feeling of annoyance from her lover. A strong hand squeezed that round cheek, causing her to scrunch up until he had to let go before the two of them could continue their war in this bathroom.    “I think Pennyworth looks very happy… I have to thanks you for organizing this event for him today.” After pounding his girlfriend's face until he was satisfied, Damian Wayne hurriedly changed the conversation to the serious subject before Celine could react… Her expressions changed and nodded her head softly. Continue squeezing the duck in her hand instead of getting revenge on Damian... probably because she was thrilled that her idea made the old man smile this much. 

“...Come on, don’t act like you guys have never done this before…” Celine pouted a little while Damian's smile twitched slightly at the corners of his mouth before he looked away. 

“Actually… Normally we are all busy that no one takes the lead in this matter. Richard and Drake would just stop by for lunch on the day. Gave things to Pennyworth and left… We never got together like this. Until you are the one who suggested it.” ...It was probably the nature of Bat House to always forget the most important matters outside of their night duties… They often forgot the daily lives of those around them. It's something that almost every Bat member been.    “..So, I'm glad you chose to be a normal person and stay here with Pennyworth.” Ever since Celine Constantine entered the mansion, things had started to change a little… Even though she is that kind of person who don't celebrate her own birthday but she did it for others. After receiving Damian's first birthday present. She organizes a party for Bruce. And this time it was Alfred. She comes from the house of an occult detective but doesn't want to continue being the occult detective. Like she knew how lonely their careers were…she chose to be a normal person and spent her time doing things that Damian and the other Bats couldn't. Both are things that John Constantine couldn't do either. 

She chooses to spend time with those who she loves.    Celine gently touched her lover's face when she heard that. Her hand slid down his face before embracing it. 

“...Don't worry. Damian…Whatever you feel like you can't do or find it difficult to do. I will do it for you. You don't have to say or express everything to me. Just be with me, be happy…and I will do whatever you want to do for you.” A sweet voice whispered softly, kissing her boyfriend's forehead once...it was a voice that the young man felt calm after listening to. It felt like he didn't have to try so hard anymore…it felt natural. That would be more accurate to say... 

…Damian Wayne closed his eyes and immersed himself in that embrace for as long as he could. 

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P.s.: Damian in this fanfic became softer after dating Celine and she moved in his manor because she decides to study at Gotham's university. Her back story made her father doesn’t celebrated her birthday because John Constantine didn’t celebrate his own birthdays too. Hopefully I will post more of them in the future.

P.s.2 : Yes, She has a foul mouthed like her dad lol

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

[DC] Damian Wayne x OC Constantine : Man in the mask

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/PH63idN by Monal1sm When Damian Wayne has to take the Batman’s title after his father and there’s the new Catwoman in Gotham, while he is married to John Constantine's daughter. The new Catwoman try to ruined his marriage life and his wife has issue with her dad as he will have another child with his ex-girlfriend.   This is Damian Wayne life after Alfred has gone. Words: 4169, Chapters: 1/6, Language: English Series: Part 2 of [DC] Damian Wayne x OC Constantine Fandoms: DCeased (DC Comics), DCU (Comics), DCU, Hellblazer & Related Fandoms, Batman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types, Young Justice - All Media Types, Justice League Dark: Apokolips War (2020) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/M Characters: Damian Wayne, Original Female Character(s), John Constantine, Zatanna Zatara, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Alfred the Cat (DCU), Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Original Child(ren) of John Constantine, Selina Kyle, Helena Wayne, Harper Row, Etrigan (DCU) Relationships: Damian Wayne/Original Character(s), John Constantine/Zatanna Zatara, Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne/Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Damian Wayne is Batman, Married Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, Adult Damian Wayne, Married Life, Adult Content, Drama & Romance, Dramedy, Married Couple read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/PH63idN

[dhampiravidi]

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I’m a multimuse account. I play mostly OCs, plus a few canons.

This is a blog for people who are 18+. I write NSFW (smut, violence, alcohol) content on occasion. I’m 24.

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I no longer tag smut.

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assorted tags: memes // wishlist // muses // ooc content

mobile muse list under the cut:

Jayn: heir to a vast fortune, fighter. Verses: DC Comics, Royal/Regency, Queen of the South, Grishaverse, Western. generous, creative, faithful, loving, bossy, nosy. FC: Tessa Thompson.

Naela: she just wants adventure and love. Verses: canon GoT/ASoiAF, Rhaegar Lives AU, D&D. optimistic, honest, philosophical, careless, restless. FC: Tristin Mays.

Achilles: the Hellenic/Greek hero from The Iliad (canon). Verses: Mythology, Modern, Call of Duty, D&D, X-Men/Marvel. courageous, confident, quick-tempered, protective, moody. FC: Taylor Kitsch.

Jasmine: a young woman on her own. Verses: Marvel, Shadowhunters/TSC, The Covenant, John Wick/Assassins, D&D. practical, disciplined, overcritical, perfectionist, grudging. FC: Kat Graham.

Skadi: half-Jotun, half-Asgardian. Verses: Marvel, Call of Duty, D&D. compassionate, inventive, independent, blunt, distrusting. FC: Olga Kurylenko.

Oraia: daughter of Poseidon and Nebet-Het, goddess. Verses: Marvel, SPN, Urban Fantasy, The Old Guard, Pirates of the Caribbean, Shadowhunters/TSC, D&D. flirtatious, easygoing, sociable, impulsive. FC: Hannah John-Kamen.

Hestia: sweet, badass martial artist. Verses: X-Men/Marvel, Hunger Games. witty, lively, inquisitive, anxious, accepting. FC: Kristin Kreuk.

Rose: John Constantine’s space-time magician of a daughter (canon). Verses: DC Comics, The Mummy/historical, D&D. loyal, intelligent, protective, intuitive, hardworking, manipulative. FC: Antonia Thomas.

Aurelia: a Gryffindor who chose Slytherin. Verse: Harry Potter (Marauders or Golden Trio era). persuasive, amusing, loyal, protective, bossy, jealous. FC: Precious Lee.

Rela: Twi’lek Jedi. Verses: Star Wars, D&D. modest, curious, compassionate, eloquent, indecisive, responsible. FC: Rachi Sitra (or Gugu Mbatha-Raw depending on verse).

Zehara: the daughter of a Water Tribe father and a Fire Nation Colony mother. persuasive, adventurous, adaptable, compulsive, patronizing. Verses: Avatar: TLA, D&D. FC: Jhené Aiko.

Eugenia: Bonnie Bennett’s second cousin. Verses: Vampire Diaries. loyal, determined, practical, vengeful, secretive. FC: Kylie Bunbury.

Shayera: she's got wings & a mace. Verses: DC Comics, Historical. brave, loyal, adventurous, determined, compassionate, self-critical. FCs: Juliana Harkavy & Freema Agyeman.

Mu Lan [穆岚]: "my duty is to my heart." Verses: Regency/Bridgerton. restless, loyal, intelligent, outspoken, kind. FC: Thaddea Graham (& Ming-Na Wen when she's older).

on request, I can play:

Fantomex (X-Men canon; FC: Warren Christie)

Renée Michele LeBeau (OC daughter of Gambit from X-Men; FC: Janel Parrish)

Rhea Livia Agresta (OC shifter niece of Alan Deaton from Teen Wolf; FC: Jessica Sula)

Lady Gotham (personification of Gotham City; DC Comics; FC: Death - Marvel v Capcom)

Caleb Danvers (The Covenant canon; FC: Steven Strait)

[findroleplay]

Hi! I'm 23F. Looking for ANY of the following:

[x = romantic RP; + = platonic maybe familial]

the character I play is in ITALICS

~fandom~

Percy Jackson (BOOKS)

human!Apollo (not Lester) x F!OC (a demigod)

Percy Jackson for an M!canon + F!OC (his half-sister)

Percy Jackson for an M!canon x or + F!OC (a demigod)

Mortal Instruments/Shadowhunters (BOOKS or FILM)

Jace was raised only by Valentine x F!OC (the last Wayland)

medieval fantasy Prince Jace x F!OC (his personal bodyguard)

Kieran Kingson + F!OC (his half-sister)

Michael Wayland + F!OC (his niece)

The Rookie (TV SHOW)

Tim Bradford x F!OC (a rich girl who's secretly a vigilante)

DC Comics (BOOKS)

John Constantine + F!OC (his adult daughter)

M/F!canon superhero x Hawkwoman

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~fandomless~

modern royalty

her bodyguard (OC; 35M) x F!OC (his princess)

song-inspired prompt (hope you like Bring Me the Horizon!)

former modern rock star turned seductive cult leader (OC; 35M) x F!OC (his former fan who's trying to survive the apocalypse)

I usually focus mostly on character interactions (dialogue, slow burn & smut, if applicable) instead of intense action sequences, but I LOVE plotting. My favorite genres are urban fantasy, rom-com & action-adventure. I try to avoid artificial intelligence, eldritch horror, zombies, or gore.

All of the RPs would have explicit smut (18+), foul language & fandom-typical violence! I can RP on Discord or via Tumblr posts--

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[idkwhatthisisbutheresdcandstuff]

Okokokokokokokokok

I NEED TO SHOW YOU A TEAM I CALL "Magia y bromos" THATS MOSTLY OC'S PLEASE PLEASE LEMME SHOW YOU

(These are not their official designs they are just picrews)

Tw: mentions of death, murder, ab*se, blood, (mild) body horror, pr*detors, images of knifes, smoke, (mild) body horror

Y'all met Molly, aka 13, she is the daughter of Harley Quinn and the Joker, she killed the Joker and is now an anti-hero

This is Cyrene Constantine, the daughter of John Constatine, she died of blood loss (she needed to give her sister blood and they took too much) and is now a ghost (the x on her cheek is supposed to be on her shoulder but I couldn't move it down there)

This is Darrell France (I'm debating on the last name), aka Shadow Knight his parents died when he was 12, he used to hate Molly but then they became best friends, and eventually he became boyfriends with their friend Raphael, tho after he died he became an anti-hero

Theodore Armstrong was a common thief before meeting Magia y bromos, he's technically Darrells soulmate (literally) but he doesn't know that yet

Rupert Gray is a Shapeshifting bounty hunter who turns into all sorts of monsters, he was from a different dimension but got transported here which, in the process, misshaped him and gave him powers, he was raised by lobo hence why he's a bounty hunter

This is Goergie Lockwood, she is a tech genius who killed her parents at a young age for ab*sing her, after that she went around finding and killing child ab*sers and pr*detors

Aquarius Curry, aka Aqualady, she is the daughter of Aquaman and rebelled against him because she wanted to live on land, she used to date Cyrene before she died

And y'all should know who Jason Todd is

[ashley-jones]

Who is Most Powerful

chapter 2

John Constantine x Maximoff OC

Warnings: Cursing, Multiverse, universe traveling, death, blood, demonology, scarlet witch, Strange locking Natalia inside her room, daddy issues, mommy issues, Natalia is based off comic book Wanda

"Wong they helped me.. John said he could do something about the scarlet witch, said he could help me." Natalia spoke towards the sorcerer. "I truly hope you do not hate me for saying this dear.. but not even the strongest of magic users to get rid of that thing inside of you. No matter how dark or light that magic is.. There is no true hope for getting rid of her." Wong strictly spoke.

Her heart stopped at those cold words, head lifting and looking at him then looking back down. "My mother died at the hands of that thing.. Despite learning how to control it, she still died!" she argued. She stood up looking directly at him. "She only wished to bring my father back." she whispered. "Brining people back from the dead is not allowed, you of all should know that." Wong spoke.

"But why? Why is it so wrong?! She broke and died trying to bring him back.. She knew the only way she could continue living on is to put this inside me! The only thing I want to do is learn to control it, not to let it control me! Why is that so wrong?!" she yelled. "Because you are too weak!" Wong yelled. She flinched stepping back, one of her hands going over her stomach.

"Bloody bastard ain't he?" John spoke towards Zatanna. "Poor kid.." she whispered. Suddenly the sound of a door shutting and the girls yells went silent. A spell was poured over the door locking it, strange standing tall lowering his arm watching the magic shimmer along the door.

"Strange you asshole let me out!!" Natalia yelled. "Don't leave me in here with her! You have to let me out please!!" she cried. But every scream and cry was nothing but silence beyond that door.

She stepped back from the door looking around her, eyes stopping at the mirror seeing the tall women's figure standing behind her. She smirked reaching out and grabbing her leaving nothing but screams in her wake. She fell to her knees screaming as vines wrapped around her pulling her into a praying position.

She tried everything in her power to stop it, but the vines pushed inside of her head lifted screams stopping. Once brown eyes turned red, gaze pouring into the mirror. "Mom." she whispered. Then suddenly a large blast of red poured from her, body leaning up head falling back, back arching as the blast poured out the windows shattering the glass and going around each crack of the door.

Suddenly it all disappeared, body falling forward head leaning down red hair flowing over a large face framing headpiece. Her once casual outfit was now tightly fitted black pants and a red corset with black tread going down the middle and latin on either side of it. An red and blue amulet hung from her neck dangling close to her line of vision.

She slowly pushed herself up holding her stomach slowly making her way towards her bed. She slid down laying her head on the pillow, body curling in on itself grazing at the wall with dull eyes. "It's a mirror dimension.." she whispered. Turning around she looked around slowly shutting her eyes lowering her head taking in 3 deep breaths; before lifting her head once more watching the dark mirrors surround her. "You can get through love, I know you can." she heard John speak. "This intelligence goes beyond me.. it is meant to keep evil things in.. I am not evil!" she calls out.

"I know love." he softly spoke. She looked around seeing nothing but herself in each mirror. But when she just topped and took notice of her appearance, she realized why she couldn't bring her intelligence to come up with a way out. "It's not me.." she whispered. She leaned her head down taking a deep breath. "I know you want control.. but this is my body, and if you do not release me we will be caged.. And I know that not what you want." she whispered. "Let me go..." she pleaded. 'Stay with the warlock..' the witch whispered slowly releasing Natalia, but the amulet stayed, turning pure red.

Natalia lifted her head reaching forward pressing her hand through the mirrors. Another connected with her and she was slowly pulled out and into a strong set of arms. Large red glowing scratches where present on her skin, Wanda could be seen on the other end of the mirror dimension looking at Constantine and then at Strange and Wong. "If you think to trap my daughter again.. I will rise from my grave and kill you.. And it will not be me being reasonable." she spoke, her voice vibrating and dark. "If you wish to return to your world warlock.. Then I grant you passage with the last amount of power that I have left, take this of you will be stuck." Wanda spoke.

Constantine lifted Natalia into a bridal hold looking towards Zatanna. "I've never been one to pass up the easy offer.." he spoke. He let Zatanna go first through the portal, but Wanda stopped the man before he could go. "I did not wish to hurt my daughter, it was my only way to still reside by her side. I did not expect someone so trusting would cause so much harm.. She has two brother in along with another version of me within Earth 838. Once she has come to terms with the Scarlet witch.. Please send her there. I'll know that she'll be loved." Wanda spoke before disappearing into nothing.

"Continue running around like that and spreading ashes.. I see why Orchid gets so agitated with you John.." Natalia softly spoke through the pages of her book. The alienated woman looked towards the young magic wielder who winked at the house intelligence who smiled and looked away. When John continued pacing she finally shut her book setting it aside. "Okay.. what's wrong?" she questioned the warlock.

"Is it Zatanna?? I'm sure she didn't mean she was going forever, more so just much needed time.!" she spoke encouragingly. John looked at the girl lowering his cigarette sighing quietly. She cocked her head to the side smiling softly.

He looked at her taking in how much she's changed over the months of training. She gave into Scarlet witch, despite having trouble every now and then controlling it; she was glowing. Her eyebrow raised smile softening as she stood up disappearing and reappearing behind him. "Should I read your mind.. we know the last time I did that it didn't end very well.." she spoke frowning towards orchid who just looked away eyes wide.

John looked back at her smirking almost tempted for her to read his mind. She shook her head slowly turning around and making her way back to her chair and seating herself once more. "Yea I don't think so.." she whispered. "How would you like to go a trip pet?" John questioned. "Oh! I love adventures!" she happily said. He smiled wrapping his arm around her the two of them disappearing with already packed bags that she had no clue of and his magic handling box.

They appeared in front of a large ship which she recognized as the time traveling mother ship that had the legends inside. The two of them walked inside listening to the team talk about some mythical creature tracking thing. "Oh I hope this works we need a way to pinpoint all these magical creatures wreaking havoc across the timeline." Sara spoke. "Like vampire" heat wave spoke. "Gremlins" zari added. "Aswangs.." Atom whispered. "Cannibalistic Filipino were beasts with proboscis like tongues." he whispered.

Natalia raised an eyebrow towards the conversation looking up at John with confusion. "I thought what's why we have Constantine.." zari spoke. "Yea about that.. Constantine is"

"Tired, hungover, and in need of a stiff one.." John spoke up walking inside dragging the box behind him while Natalia walked in front of him smiling happily. "He's here!" Sara spoke. "Sara!" Natalia happily said running towards the blond the two going into an immediate conversation about everything that been happening since their last meeting.

"Ah so new legends alert!" Atom spoke happily. "Really?" "Yea I'm not legend.. I don't wear no bloody costume, I expect full benefits, and 2 weeks paid vacation." John spoke. "Vacation?" Zari questioned. "Paid?!" Heat wave growled going to move forward to lounge at him.

Natalia turned her head towards the computer humming softly. "Salem?" she questioned. Sara turned once hearing her machine go off, quickly moving towards the computer. "We're going to Salam?? That seems so fun!" she called out happily. "Blood hell first mission and I'm being dragged to the blood Salem witch trials." John muttered.

"wait... Is it safe for me to go into Salem?" Natalia questioned. "Nope." the whole team said at once. So John, Natalia, and Heat wave each stayed back while Zari, Atom, and Sara went out into the Salem to look into the mythical creature.

John and Heat wave have been arguing all day, while Natalia sat at the windows watching the Salem citizens walking around, children singing while working, and then listening to the sharp yells of 'witch' over and over. Sara came walking inside interrupting the two men, but the girl stayed sitting hands in her lap while watching outside.

"hey honey.. come on let's get away from there." Atom spoke talking to her as though she was a child. She looked back at the man looking right at him cocking her head to the side. "The woman cannot cast a spell without words, unless it is like mine which is very very much unlikely." Natalia spoke.

"So a demon.."

"No.. No demon would help a child unless promised something.. But something else that feeds off of them, something greed's for power while connecting to their own souls to their own.." Natalia spoke. John looked at her falling in love with that smart brain of hers. "A godmother.. my love you're a genius!" he yelled clapping his hands together.

"a godmother?" Sara questioned. "They're not as sweet as Cinderella's story.." Natalia spoke. She slid off the chair walking towards the door smiling. "Come on!" she called back quickly walking out of the ship ignoring John telling her to stay in the ship.

"You're not exactly dressed for Salem Natalia.." Sara whispered. "No. But I'm a witch, I'm something Salem craves." the younger whispered. Natalia followed the sweet songs of the child Prudence, boots clicking as she ran ahead of the group coaxing the girl into a clearing. "Who are you?" Prudence questioned obviously scared.

"My name is Natalia Maximoff." the witch softly answered. She kneeled down smiling sadly. "I'm truly sorry about your mother Prudence. People always fear what they cannot understand." Natalia softly spoke. "How would you know?" the girl questioned. "Because I am one of those people.." Natalia spoke. She laid her right hand down on the grassy floor red blazing from it and flowing in front of her, roses beginning to grow and bloom in front of the child.

She moved away laying her hand on her lap ignoring the fairy's presence behind her. Prudence looked at the roses wiping tears from her cheeks smiling at the sweet scent that flowed from them. "I guess magic can be beautiful.." the child whispered. "It can always be beautiful." Natalia softly spoke.

"My friends and I can help your mother Prudence. We just have to take you somewhere safe, somewhere these people cannot find you because they fear that power that you hold inside." Natalia softly spoke. "You lie girl." the old woman spoke. Natalia sighed looking back towards the woman slowly standing up and stepping away. "I've learned over the years that I'm not a good lier.. And I certainly won't lie to a child who could possibly be losing her mother." she simply spoke towards the old woman.

"Do you think yourself is so strong?" the woman whispered. "Go ahead and piss 'er off bitch." Natalia growled. Her eyes glowed red looking down at the woman ignoring the tree vines wrapping around her wrists. But the red vines snapped the tree vines in half making the woman cast another which ended up reflected once again.

Okay maybe hanging out Constantine isn't the best thing for a girl who's been around good all her life. But she has changed for the better.

Kind of -

Natalia was stronger than most demons than most demons that she has come across with Constantine. She has to find one to be strong enough to go against her and the scarlet witch, much less the two together.

"I'd be careful dear.. Witches are quite spiteful in Desires." The fairy godmother coldly spoke. "And fairy godmothers are cold self centered greedy bitches." Natalia mumbled eyeing John who entered the clearing with Sara, Zari, Rory, and Atom. "I'm out. Your turn Johnny." she spoke walking away from the woman once more snapping the vines that attempted to wrap around her.

Her boots clicked but before she could get any further, Prudence ran forward grabbing her arm stopping her. "Wait! Please you said you could help.." she cried. "You probably don't get it.. you seem to be surrounded by people b-but my mom's all I have with this power.." she whimpered.

Natalia looked down understanding the girls place and emotions. "I do get it. I've been where you are.." Natalia spoke looking back at the girl. "Y-you have?" she whispered. Natalia turned kneeling down in front of the girl. "I lost my grandparents fat before my mother had me, my uncle died after getting caught up things he and my mother should have stayed away from. I lost my aunt after she sacrificed herself for the greater good, and my father figure did the same.. Not long after that my father left me and my mother behind to meet a woman he kissed once, only to die once he returned.. My mother.. my mother tried to bring him back but she did no succeed, and right before she died she placed this incredible power on me knowing it was her only way of watching over me.. It is not always bright or good sweetheart.. Dark ess always looms over you, whether it seems good or bad, or if it's in innocent form.. It always follows... I and my friends are example of this." Natalia spoke.

Prudence looked at her with watery eyes, latching into her tightly. "You're strong.." she whispered. Natalia's eyes where wide as she slowly hugged the girl back, head leaning down slightly. "I'll come with you.. But only you, I trust you.." she whispered.

"thank you.." Natalia whispered.

"I didn't even get to sing my song.." the fair godmother growled.

"This feels wrong to just lock her up like this.." Natalia spoke looking at the locked door. "Gotta do what you can love." John spoke beginning to walk away. "Well what if it was they where sealing away?" she called out. "It's not you now is it pet?" he called back going down the left corridor. "But what if it was..?" she whispered.

Unknown to Natalia the fairy stood by watching the 18 year old closely. She could feel her pain and sorrow that she tried so hard to hide behind the fake smiles bright giddy attitude. "You poor poor thing.." the woman spoke. Natalia turned her head before sighing looking up laughing under her breath. "Ugh.. what is that supposed to mean?" she questioned. "Why hide your pain from someone you love?" the woman asked. "Love? If you think I love Constantine than y-you're out of your mind lady.." Natalia tried to defend.

"Daddy issues?" the woman asked. "What??" Natalia called out. "You know when a girl is hurt by her father and end up falling for any old-" "yes I know what daddy issues refers to lady.. I don't have feelings for John. He's gonna give me away the moment he gets his chance to do so. I'm just waiting for it." Natalia spoke. And despite how horrible those words made her feel, she knew they where true.

She trained on her heels and walked away arm laying over her stomach. "I'm sure your mother would hate to hear how her daughter is dragging herself further and further into hell!" The fairy godmother called out. Natalia came to a full stop staring forward before turning around looking at the woman. "I'm already there." she coldly replied finally walking away from the woman and out of her sight.

Natalia sat down in the lounge room listening as the team left saying something about Zari. She lifted her legs up over the chair arm watching the flat screen, head cocking flipping through each channel. Her gaze shifted taking in the silence which made her stand up walking towards the window looking outside into the country.

"Oh Zari.." she whispered. She grabbed her cloak running out off the ship, boots clicking as she made her way into the air towards the Salem village. Slowly flowing to the ground Natalia ran inside the church grabbing her friends arm, which made her turn then look back at the front. "You can't stop me Natalia.." Zari mumbled. "I wasn't planning on it. I don't like breaking promises." the 18 year old whispered.

Zari looked over towards her then back towards the man pricking the poor woman with a pin. "It's a birthmark jerk.." Zari growled under her breath. Zari couldn't take it any longer the wind totum glowing causing a harsh wind to throw the man to the side. He paniced standing grabbing the bible sitting on the desk yelling that the Lord was by his side. Natalia stepped forward hand reaching out towards the woman who looked towards her red glistening in her eyes as she walked towards her through the people.

"witches! They're all witches!!" the man yelled. "Capture them!!" he ordered. All three women where grabbed, Natalia about reacted by putting them all down but Zari yelled at her to stop shaking her head. "Don't be like him.." she whispered. Natalia lowered her head allowing the men to to take her dragging their body up to a pit rope circling them. "We must brun these devil infested beasts!" he yelled out.

"They fear what they do not know.." Natalia whispered. Zari looked over at her realizing the position she has put the young girl in, immediate guilt filling her, especially when the fire was lit.

"No.. no, no, no, no!" John yelled taking off with Sara towards the crowd surrounding the burning. "STOP!" Sara yelled. She was grabbing forced to stop from saving her friends and the child's mother. Prudence ran after the two looking at the three imprisoned with fear and panic. Natalia's head fell back when she felt the flames beginning to hit her right hand. "Can I now??" she called out to Zari. Zari looked around not saying anything too busy looking for her amulet. "Zari!!" Natalia growled. "Yes do it now!!" Zari finally yelled.

Red blasted from the center of Natalia's chest. The blast cut the burning in half and sent the people flying back a good 40 feet. The three trapped women fell to the ground, Natalia's head bowed cradling her hand against her chest. The horrible burning feeling crept up her arm creating a sharp sizzling pain.

"Mother!" Prudence yelled running to her unconscious mother kneeling beside her. "Oh deary.. What must we do with this man that tried to kill your mother?" the evil fairy questioned. "Maybe burn him like he had tried with her?" she suggested. Natalia looked back, John was kneeled beside her watching the old woman. "Prudence.." she called out. The child looked back towards the witch tears falling down her cheeks. "They fear what they do not know.. But do not course that fear.. Your mother believes you to be strong, she does not want their blood on your hands." she spoke as softly as she could through her own pain.

"Reign fie my dear!" the fairy yelled. "Oh shut up you old hag!" Sara yelled out. "Fairy godmother.." Prudence whispered. "Yes.. Set the town to ablaze.." the woman began holding her wand up. "I release you.." Prudence whispered. The women's wand disappeared, looking down at the child with confusion and surprise. The legends sighed, Natalia's head falling against John shoulder who sighed quietly rubbing her back.

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"What is your power called?" Prudence questioned while holding her mothers hand. "It can go by many things.. But I think she prefers mother. It can be beautiful, but like most it can dangerous... But I see it as mother." Natalia softly answer. She lifted her uninjured hand red glowing from it a circular form taking part above them a figure of the scarlet witch appearing in a beautiful glow. But soon the beautiful glow turned into a beautiful lili, which she let fall into the child's hands.

"Thank you ma'am.. I will not forget thou.." Prudence whispered. Natalia smiled bowing her head, finally tuning around and walking back towards the clearing a genuine smile crossing her features.

Natalia shifted covering her head with her pillow, John looking up from his book towards the young witches bed. She let out a whine fingers clenched against the pillow body curling in on itself. "N-no.." she whimpered. "L-leave me a-alone.." whimpers continued to escape her.

A black smoke began pouring above her, John dropped his book making his way over to her. "Hey love, come on you gotta wake up." he quickly said. Her body turned away from his voice, leg straighting out only for her one to curl up around the pillow. A tall luminous figure appeared in the body mirror kept beside her bed, the red silk sheets falling from it that kept it covered during the night.

John looked at the figure, his hand curling around her arm. "Come on love.." he whispered. She hummed opening her eyes the figure disappearing. She turned her head in confusion arm reaching trailing her arm over her eyes and face. "John?" she whispered. He moved his hand back sighing quietly watching her sit up rubbing her eyes, and letting out a yawn. "What's wrong? We have another mission?" she questioned tiredly.

"No love.. You where having a bad dream." he softly spoke. "Was I?" she questioned. She tried to remember her dream only for her cheeks to turn bright red head lowering covering it. "It wasn't a bad dream was it?" he mumbled. "No it was not.." she whispered. "Bloody bullocks.." he mumbled looking away once he realized what he woke her up from, the luminous figure still very much in the back of his mind.

"Well I'm awake.. Despite my disappointment." she mumbled standing up and walking out of her bedroom and towards the kitchen of the ship. "Did you also wake up from a dream of sorts?" Zari mumbled. "Sadly was woken up.." Natalia answered sitting down. Sara came walking out ready to ask the same questioned only to be answered by the two females before she could get anything out.

[peoniarose]

WIP Game

I would like to thank @ionlyjoinedforboydholbrook for tagging me. It has been a trip going through my WIPs. It has revived some creative juices for some of these. I have so many ideas for different things. I am not joking...

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

WIPs:

Zuko x Hai (OC)

Sokka x Kaida (OC)

Cyclone

Sparrow Series

Back at You

Amends

Childhood Friends

Try Again

He Said, She Said

Clay Danvers x Amelia Branson (OC)

Nick Sorrentino x Marcella Froy (OC)

Bella Bridgerton (OC) x Sebastian Hathaway (OC)

John Constantine x Theodosia Bridger (OC)

Ray Palmer x Cora Lancaster (OC)

Winn Schott x OC

Brainiac 5 x OC

Cisco Ramon x Gisabelle Montes (OC)

Luminous

Hurricane

Tom Branson x OC

Blossom

House Havenfall Series

Sweets Series

Steve Murphy x OC

Dear Friend

Ezekiel Reyes x Catherine-Marie Ariza Delgado (OC)

Opie Winston x Madeline Teller (OC)

Katherine Maine: Ace Archer

Flowers and Fangs Series

The Coach’s Daughter Series

Artemis

Theodora Rodan of Riversong

Sam Merlotte x OC

The Mackenzie Diaries

Bright Heart Series

Paragon Series

Harry Potter x Lyra Malfoy (OC)

Kurama x OC!Urameshi

A/N:...so as you can see I have a lot of ideas just hanging out and there are more... I would like to add that I don’t have that much people to add so I am just going to tag as many as I can and would like anyone who wants to join in to join in =) As always, this is a no pressure tag... @ithinkwehitametaphor @justfandomwritings @everyhowlmarksthedead @boydhoebrook @magicrowiswritingstuff @toomanystoriessolittletime @holbrook-boyd and anyone else who wants to join in on the fun!

[tessasocs]

discourse for nina?

the discourse for Nina Labonair: (x) (x)

How dare she treat the Legends horribly when they ask her to get along with the woman who tortured Constantine in hell?

WE DONT NEED MORE REFERENCES TO CONSTANTINE

Legends doesn’t need to acknowledge the other arrowverse shows and characters, it was doing perfectly fine being separate from them.

She’s a terrible mom for bringing her daughter to meet her dad as he’s dying

She’s a terrible mom for bringing her daughter onto the Waverider

How dare she point out that reconnecting the Loom of Fate is a bad idea? Clearly she’s a bitch who has no idea what it’s like to lose someone

There’d be a ton of backlash on how she treats Astra, especially because they don’t understand the trauma she has 

She makes the show too serious! I want it to be funny and not deal with any serious themes at all.

She’s whiny for not putting up with the horrible treatment from the other Legends except Nate, Sara, Ava, and John.

Send me a ship/oc and I’ll tell you what the fandom discourse would be.

[x-johnnybaileystan-x]

[melyaliz]

Happy Birthday Snowflake

Fandom: DC/ John Constantine 

Summary: John remembers all the moments of his wife’s life 

Pairing: John x OC 

Notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIM!!! Now here’s something SAD!I’m such a wonderful friend.

Maia is @speedypan ‘s 

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John Constantine, the master of the darkarts, was like putty in her hands.

Sure he had Maia pinned against the wall, his body pressed against her as her fingers looped themselves in his belt trying to pull him closer. But he was really just following her lead. With every touch every tug.

He smiled against her lips as she tugged on him again. Desperately needing him closer. As if he could somehow materialize into her. He would soon have to learn since he couldn't get any closer physically.

Running his fingers through her hair he let his right-hand trail down her before grabbing her ass. Letting out a soft maddening groan he so craved to hear, she let out another trust of her hips. Moving with her, he grabbed her ass pulling her up letting her wrap her legs around his waist using the wall to prop her up as her hands wrapped themselves around his neck.

BANG  

They both looked up at the ceiling above them shook. Bits of dust and debris rained down around them. 

“You know,” Maia laughed as the daemons banged against the small tomb door. The contents of a half-finished spell laying on the floor, “We really need to stop meeting like this.”

“And spoil the fun Snowflake?” John chuckled pressing his forehead against hers.

“I mean…” Maia’s fingers played with John’s sandy locks, “I do love fun.”  

John ran his fingers through his hair. A habit that had been picked up when he found out it drove his wife mad.

His late wife.

Gently he placed the bouquet of gas station flowers on top of the grave. He normally got her sunflowers, her favorite, but he had been running late. Not that it really mattered seeing as she wasn’t going anywhere.

“We really have to stop meeting like this” he mumbled sitting down in the damp grass lighting up a cigarette. He could almost feel her hands pulling his pants pulling him to her. Feel her, smell her, taste her. No bottle of alcohol or cigarette could drown out her ever strong presence.

He never thought he would be someone to be tied down and yet here he was. Still in love with a ghost.

“Aww are those for me?” Maia asked looking at the very beat up flowers in John’s hands. (Was there blood on that white carnation?) Flipping the shaker in her small hands she poured two pink cocktails.

“It’s thanks, for the drinks last night.”

“Money would have been better,” Her boss, Shane, said as he topped off the last beer before placing it on a tray with the others.

“Well, I felt like you already did, last night.” Maia laughed causing her boss to groan.

“Really Maia? Again? Can’t you guys do it anywhere else?”

“Oh please, Shane, Like you haven't done the deed all over this bar.” Jennifer, Maia’s self-proclaimed drinking buddy, said taking one of the pink cocktails taking a sip before flashing Maia a thumbs up. “Also, she likes Sunflowers. In case you want to really sweep her off her feet.”

John walked into a dark quiet house. Once filled with so much laughter and joy now was like a tomb. A million friends running in and out. His children, screaming at the top of their lungs. Spells getting out of control. Unfinished projects laying all over.

Chaos.

Sweet beautiful chaos.

The house seemed to uncomfortably clean now. His daughter Bea constantly cleaning and caring for everyone. Always being one to try and help others Bea’s giving spirit seemed to be kicked into overdrive. As if she cleaned one more dish, put away one more book it would bring her mother back. 

Silence.

It spread across the house. Downing in its deathly absence.

Rocky was always shouting something. Whether it was a spell or an argument. From him and his four cousins trying to convince someone to do something incredibly stupid. To showing off to friends with some new magic trick he had learned. Always surrounded by people as if their noise filled his horrible decisions.

But no more. Now he just locked himself away in his room. Cutting off the magic, cutting off the noise.

John sighed pulling a drink out of the fridge. Taking a swig of the beer he looked around, for the first time really looked around.

This was no longer their home.

“One more time Snowflake, PUSH!” John said holding Maia’s hand as she let out another scream.

“FUCK YOU!” She cried her hand nearly crushing his as she grabbed him. “This is your fault!”

He couldn’t help but laugh as the doctor shook his head. their poor doctor had been warned before Maia had gone into labor that none of the medicine would work. And she hadn’t let any of them forget it during the whole delivery.

“And it’s a boy”

John and Maia both looked up as the nurse walked over handing Maia her daughter while the doctor took their son to get cleaned up.

“I… I’m a father” he mumbled looking down at his daughter sleeping peacefully in her mother’s arms. But the peace didn’t last long as the sound of their son screaming could be heard.

“Now that sounds more like you.” Chaz’s voice said as he came into the hospital room. John couldn’t respond still in pure shock as the nurse handed him his son.

John put out his cigarette and sighed looking up at the dark night sky. Sitting outside on their back patio just getting lost in the bottle of scotch.

The love of his life.

Maia was epic and beautiful and magical and in so many ways just completely normal.

A million little memories playing around his in mind. Each making him laugh and cry. Each moment so gentle and precious. His goddess, his partner, his princess, his love.

“Happy Birthday Snowflake ”

Tagging: @royslittleharper  @the-shadow-of-atlantis @coffee-randomness @daisyboobear @werewitchling @nightwing-rules @jayne-writes  @guns-n-lilies @christmascass @pinkwitch21

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

[DC] Damian Wayne x OC Constantine : Man in the mask

by Monal1sm When Damian Wayne has to take the Batman’s title after his father and there’s the new Catwoman in Gotham, while he is married to John Constantine's daughter. The new Catwoman try to ruined his marriage life and his wife has issue with her dad as he will have another child with his ex-girlfriend.   This is Damian Wayne life after Alfred has gone. Words: 4169, Chapters: 1/6, Language: English Series: Part 2 of [DC] Damian Wayne x OC Constantine Fandoms: DCeased (DC Comics), DCU (Comics), DCU, Hellblazer & Related Fandoms, Batman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types, Young Justice - All Media Types, Justice League Dark: Apokolips War (2020) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/M Characters: Damian Wayne, Original Female Character(s), John Constantine, Zatanna Zatara, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Alfred the Cat (DCU), Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Original Child(ren) of John Constantine, Selina Kyle, Helena Wayne, Harper Row, Etrigan (DCU) Relationships: Damian Wayne/Original Character(s), John Constantine/Zatanna Zatara, Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne/Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Damian Wayne is Batman, Married Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, Adult Damian Wayne, Married Life, Adult Content, Drama & Romance, Dramedy, Married Couple via https://ift.tt/PH63idN

[dhampiravidi]

dhampiravidi​:

about me/rules

template from here!

I’m a multimuse account. I play mostly OCs, plus a few canons.

This is a blog for people who are 18+. I write NSFW (smut, violence, alcohol) content on occasion. I’m 22.

Feel free to send me asks even if we aren’t mutuals! Sending me memes and questions is a great way to interact before we become mutuals and/or start writing together.

I only follow RP blogs, not personals. Sorry 😐 

I typically try to notify you before/if I want to drop a thread.

Please trim your posts. If not, I might still write with you, just not follow. Long posts can give me anxiety.

I’m happy to discuss crossovers, or modifying my verses to RP.

I love plotting! I have a wishlist tag you can look through. I like when people come to me with plots in mind when interacting.

I try to reply within a few days, but I’m also in college so…give me a week or so before checking on replies via IMs. I try to match my partner’s length and format, so sometimes I’m just thinking of what to write.

I don’t follow blogs with a lot of political/current events stuff, because I come here to de-stress & have fun.

assorted tags: memes // wishlist // verses // muses // ooc content // sexythieves (Fantomex/Gambit) // things I like (other than RP)

mobile muse list under the cut:

Jayn: heir to a vast fortune, fighter. Verses: DC Comics, Royal/Regency, Queen of the South, Grishaverse, Yellowstone. FC is Ariana DeBose.

Oraia: daughter of Poseidon and Nephthys, nymph. Verses: Marvel, SPN, Urban Fantasy, The Old Guard, Pirates of the Caribbean. FC is Jessica Szohr.

Jasmine: lone girl. Verses: Marvel, Shadowhunters/TSC, The Covenant, John Wick, American Assassin. FC is Kat Graham.

Aurelia: a Gryffindor in Slytherin. Verse: Harry Potter (Marauders or Golden Trio era). FC is Precious Lee.

Rela: Twi’lek Jedi. Verses: Star Wars, Modern. FC is Rachi Sitra.

Skadi: half-Jotun, half-Asgardian. Verses: Marvel, Urban Fantasy/Mythology. FC is Olga Kurylenko.

Achilles: the Hellenic/Greek hero from The Iliad (canon). Verses: Mythology, Modern. FC is Taylor Kitsch.

Hestia: single mom, martial artist. Verses: X-Men/Marvel, Modern, Hunger Games. FC is Kristin Kreuk.

Rhea: weresphinx, druid, party girl. Verses: Teen Wolf (and after). FC is Jessica Sula.

Naela: Stark or Antaryon. Verses: regular GoT/ASoiAF, Rhaegar Lives AU. FC is Tristin Mays.

Eugenia: Bonnie Bennett’s second cousin. Verses: Vampire Diaries. FC is Kylie Bunbury.

Rose: John Constantine’s space-time magician of a daughter (canon). Verses: DC Comics, The Mummy/historical. FC is Antonia Thomas.

Zehara: the daughter of a Water Tribe father and a Fire Nation Colony mother. Verses: Avatar: TLA. FC is Sydney Park.

Fantomex: a cyborg who said “fuck this” to being Weapon Plus’s assassin and decided to be a thief with a French accent (canon). Verses: X-Men/Marvel. FC is Warren Christie.

[oracledelphii]

Memery Taggedness

Tagged by @grimreapersprint and @mephyst 

[warning: i type a LOT.]

Name/Nickname: Stephanie, Steph, Stephy, Stephie, Step-the-honey (that one is, surprisingly, not an affectionate nickname but rather an insult a classmate came up with in 1st grade)

Gender: woman, she/her pronouns

Star Sign: Virgo (god freakin dammit)

Height: 5′4.5″/164cm (i only just found out im a half-inch taller than i thought, wheeeee!)

Sexual Orientation: Lesbean :3

Hogwart’s House: Hufflepuff. I am utterly ruled by my emotions.

Favorite Color: Green, really vibrant/deep reds, sometimes yellow/purple

Favorite Animal: Giraffes. They are close to my heart.

Average Hours of Sleep: Uhhhhh it’s always either 2~4 hours or 14 hrs, no in between

Cat or Dog Person: Dog, but only because I have one, and she’s the cutest teeny floof ever

Favorite Fictional Characters: Sameen Shaw, or “Wolfpuppy Shaw” as I like to call her, Leliana and Isabela from Dragon Age, Helena from Orphan Black, Laura Kinney/X-23 (my DAUGHTER), Jubilation “Jubilee” Lee (thank you for showing lil me that an East Asian girl can absolutely be an X-man), Jack and Kasumi Goto from Mass Effect, Tiffany Aching from the Discworld universe, Raven (the version of her from the old Teen Titans cartoon that everyone misses), Elektra Natchios, Daredevil, Spider-man, John Constantine, Death of the Endless, Rosa Diaz, Korra, Faith and Bloody Mary from The Wolf Among Us, Shego (the Original Lesbian Cartoon Crush), am I missing someone.... probably. Also i love my ocs but im not gonna list them here because a) that would feel a lil too self-absorbed and b) i can’t pick favorites!!! that’s not fair to them!!! (also, if u look carefully at least half of the women on this list are angry and/or violent.... im p sure i have a type)

# of blankets I sleep with: 1. But a really thick one. 

Fav Singer/Band: Nightwish, Halestorm, In This Moment, Panic! At The Disco, Joan Jett (in every single band she’s ever been in), Lady Gaga, Led Zeppelin, Muse, Portishead, Two Steps From Hell... yup, those are the main ones. Also, any and all music from The Phantom of the Opera, I’m fucking stuck on that musical and have been since I was 11.

Dream Trip: Uuuuuhhhh not... going anywhere?? I mean I don’t really get a lot of pleasure being in a new place necessarily unless I like who I’m with-- and I’ve done most of my traveling with my family, so I guess that may have soured that particular type of experience for me woop. But I’m sure that if I went travelling with friends or a loved one, I would be okay with going literally anywhere. 

When was this blog created: What the SHIT I just found out I made this blog in December 2010??? I think it was because some classmate caught me drawing in class and invited me to contribute fashion sketches (I don’t know why but i was into clothing/costume design back then) to her and a bunch of other girls’ collaborative fancy schmancy fashion-oriented tumblr blog.... but being the petty binch I am, I needed to have my own blog so I could make sure people knew which content was coming from me and only me lol. I hate drawing clothes these days, I had totally forgotten about my fashion phase until just now...

When did your blog reach its peak: Uuuuhhhhhhhh I don’t know, I don’t keep very good track of followers and notes and stuff? I only do that for my art blog because honestly i’m a slut for validation on original content and most of my original content goes there. For this blog I guess the peak was that period from like 2011 to 2013 where I had totally forgotten I had a tumblr at all and the account was simply dead lol

I tag @too-much-gayhem, @aliencadaver, @hardinginhightown, @music-in-the-bell-jar, @biancient, @finnglas, @ssvnormandysr-1, @theitalianscrub, @bearu, @blackthorn-and-iron, @meeralith, @beanbab, @vyrthur.... ok is there a limit to how many people you’re allowed to tag because i don’t know when i’m supposed to stop?? And if I missed anyone feel free to just say I tagged you, also this isn’t mandatory at all and you can totally ignore it if you want (esp if you’ve already been tagged oops)

Have a nice day/night everyone!

[ashley-jones]

Who is Most Powerful

John Constantine x Maximoff oc

Oc name - Natalia Maximoff

Natalia is the daughter of Wanda Maximoff aka the Scarlet Witch. After 7 years of living alongside Stephen Strange, Natalia comes into contact with a demonologist named John Constantine. She's been handed down the exact powers of her mother, her only issue is she has no clue how to control them. Instead they tend to control her more than she would like to admit.

Warnings: Cursing, mention of demons, demonology, summoning demons without knowing, uncontrollable abilities, death, Maximoff powers

Nightmares.

Everyone has nightmares is what Strange always says. That they will always pass once you overcome them. But what if you do not overcome them? What if nightmares haunt your every thought, memory, word, and move? How do you truly overcome something that you can't even run away from?

Well this is how Natalia Maximoff feels every day and night of her life.. She holds the power of the Scarlet Witch, something her mother placed on her on her day of death. Her mother placed the dark soul on her despite the dangers and fear that resigned within that book. She was only 9 years old when her mother died, and 10 when Strange finally took her in.

But not even the greatest sorcerer can control that of the Scarlet Witches power.

The Scarlet witch haunts Natalia, pushing her to release her power. All to the point of creatures escaping mind without the teenage girl even noticing.

Currently Natalia laid curled into a ball, silk red sheets thrown from the circular bed, head tucked into her arms, red hair messy and formed into a halo around her arms. Red springing around her, yells and echoed growls surrounding her quiet feared whimpers. "Stop it.. p-please I'm scared.." she whimpered. "I c-can't.. I c-c-can't do it..." She cried. "Help me please... S-someone help me.." she begged.

"Natalia! Open the door!!" Strange called out. "T-they won't let me.." she whimpered. Red blazed around her fingers, hands pressed into her ears; dark brown eyes shooting open glowing red as a red barrier surrounded her a scream escaping her when a dark black figure shot at her. A red sphere appeared suddenly wrapping around her body pulling her into a dark hold of warmth.

It felt as though she was going through a portal of some sort. Soon her body came collapsing into a carpeted floor, head lifting only to fall again as sleep takes hold of her at least.

Strange busted through the door watching the figures fade into dust. He ran through the room searching every inch of the room for the young woman, but not a single sight of her came. Wong looked around as well, only to look towards Strange shaking his head.

Strange cursed covering his mouth, before quickly leaving the room to retrieve anything that could tell him where the young Maximoff child could be.

"Ah..w-what?" Natalia whispered. She shifted lifting an arm to cover her eyes until she was well adjusted to the bright light shinning over her. "I'm glad to see you awake." a woman's voice ran through her ears. Natalia's head turned seeing a tall woman dressed in a blue and red stars and stripes body suit with red knee high boots on, along with long black hair placed in a low ponytail. "Who... Who are you?" Natalia whispered.

"I go by Wonder Woman, but you can call me Diana.." the woman softly spoke. "You've had quite the journey dear.. How are you feeling?" Diana questioned. "I don't know.. s-scared.. my n-name is Natalia Maximoff.." she whispered. Diana smiled softly bowing her head, then turning to a male and female. The male was dressed in a trenchcoat with a white dress hit and messily done red tie with black pants and black dress shoes. While the woman wore leather black pants heeled boots, and a white dress shirt. The young girls head turned back towards Diana.

"where am I?" she whispered. "Washington D.C." the woman answered. How the hell did she get from kamar taj to Washington d.c?! She looked down fingers clenched against her leggings, sweater falling over her hands and red hair falling to cover her panicked face. But that panic hit quick when a dark figure appeared in front of her, sharp tooth grin appearing. A loud scream escaped her, body jerking ripping the IV's from her arm when she stood. But she stumbled and hit the floor blood dripping down her arms. The black figure turned red and lurked over her, it had the same bodily figure as Scarlet witch, the same thing that has been haunting her for 7 years.

A gold band surrounded the creature crushing it into dust, Diana rushing to the girls side kneeling beside her. "Bloody hell.." the man spoke lowering his hand looking at the shaking girl. "What was that??" the second woman questioned. Diana looked down at the shaking girl, her arms covering her face knees pressed into her chest ignoring the blood puddle appearing on the floor.

Diana helped the girl up gently setting her back down on the bed. She grabbed a towel placing it against the bleeding wound. The Amazon took notice of the red glowing coming from the girls eyes, that would disappear then return. The fear on her face let Diana know she had no control over what was happening, nor her coming through the roof of the justice league.

Natalia sat in the room alone, head lowered feeling more alone than ever. She looked at her hands, watching the red blaze surround her fingers then move up her arms, then alone her body. Her leggings and grey sweater turned to a pair of grey skinny jeans and a black crop top with a pair of combat boots. She stood up slowly finally moving out of the room looking through the hallway.

She began roaming the large building, arms crossed against her chest. She came to a slow stop when she reached a library. Slowly entering she began wondering the shelves, eyeing each title closely. Soon a book of magic caught her attention, hand reaching up lifting it from it's placement slowly lowering it to her field of of vision. Walking towards on the lounge chairs, she sat down crossing her legs and placing the book on her lap beginning to read.

Diana came to a stop at the door looking inside standing beside a tall male dressed in black, both looking at the young girl. "I'm glad to see she left the room.. Can't imagine how lonely she feels.." Diana softly spoke. Diana turned her attention towards the demonologist who wasn't far from them. "Do you know of the woman that appeared in front of her this morning?" she questioned him.

"No.. But I'm sure she does." Constantine spoke nodding towards the girl. The girl looked up at looking towards the three slowly shutting the book feeling like she had invaded their space. Diana smiled walking towards her touching her shoulder. "You're okay dear, it's nice to know someone is using this space for something useful." she joked. Natalia looked down at the book then back up at her, then towards the two men.

"You wanna know what that was this morning..." Natalia whispered lowering her head. "If you are willing to speak then yes." the unknown male spoke deeply. Natalia turned her head staring towards an empty space of the library, a tall female figure standing dressed in red, beads hanging off her uniform with black and red eyes, hands painted black with witchcraft and power.

"I would like to say it is my mother.. it holds her face and voice, but it doesn't feel like her.. Strange calls her the scarlet witch, he said my mother placed her in me before she died.. But the things that cause my visions and these things to appear is something called a dark soul.. a book of evil that my mother was using to retrieve my father back from the underworld..." she spoke. "Everywhere I go they follow.. She follows.. and she scares me when I know she shouldn't. She said she doesn't wanna hurt me but she causes these nightmares and dark visions, telling me to do things that I do not want to do.. things that are evil.." she spoke up.

She lifted her hand red blazing around it, her brown eyes glowing as it overtook her arm. She lifting her arm aiming it in front of her, a mirror like glass appearing showing the woman. Turning her hand, palm facing downwards another woman appearing dressed in a red dress, red leather jacket and black stocking with long red hair smiling. The scene shattered another appearing of rubble and fire, a child with short red hair sitting in the rubble watching as a red blaze overtook the field.

The powerful sorcerer supreme protecting the child with everything he's got while attempting to control the witch. The witch landed in front of them, eyeing them closely before reaching her hand out a large blast of red striking the child in the chest. Loud high pitched screams echoed through the land, small body being overtaken by red, while the sorcerer was thrown back. Her once bright brown eyes turned to a dark evil red, skin inking black before it went pale once more, body falling as the red faded over her, a red and blue gem pressing in her chest entering her body creating a dark blaze to escape.

A scream escaped her once more causing a large red blaze to shoot at her mother, and no matter how much she tried to control it, it did not stop. Natalia lowered her hand pressing her hands into the sides of her head, glass shattering into nothing. She fell from the chair landing on her knees head lowering as the witch loomed over her like a predator. But suddenly a gold pentagram appeared above her, stopping the witch from looking at her, from even hearing her whimpers.

Diana looked at the girl then towards the still unnamed man with a look of shock. Constantine kneeled down looking at the girl before touching the exact area where the gem had entered the child, a bright glow appearing causing a cry to escape the girl.

'release me! I am most powerful, and can free you from this wretched land!!' echoed over and over. 'You are weak!! Unable to handle what you where given!' it yelled. Suddenly her body connected with Constantine's, who leaned back in shock then slowly his arm wrapped around her holding her small form close. He lifted his gaze looking into the red eyes of the witch, who cocked her head to the side examining him before disappearing.

"s'alright love.." he whispered. Diana watched the way she curled into Constantine, almost like she knew she found someone that could actually help her. His hand moved up and down her back, before finally resting on the lower portion of it, his warmth pressing into her cold skin.

"Where does this Strange live Natalia?" Diana softly questioned. "New York City.." Natalia answered. "Oh! That simple? Well we can always take you back there and return you to your caregiver!" Diana happily spoke. "In a whole different universe.." Natalia slowly added. "Of course.." Diana whispered in defeat.

Diana led Natalia towards a large room filled with computers. Her boots clicked alongside the teenagers. "Cyborg! This is the young girl we mentioned from another universe." Diana spoke with a genuine smile. A tall man in blue silver and black turned and look at the girl, he had one brown eyes and the other glowed blue. "Hey there kiddo.. You've been quite the journey huh?" he spoke. She shrugged taking it as any other day in her life surrounded by heros.

"I come from earth 616, that's what we call our universe surrounded by billions of more.. My power opened a portal to transport me because I was scared.. Just a new one to send me to a new universe.." she spoke. "What would ours be called?" a boy with green skin questioned. She looked around humming before stopping meeting deep purple eyes, a woman dressed in a purple cloak, body suit and booties, she also has a red crystal on her forehead almost between her eyes. Slowly turning her head away she looked at the boy. "Um I guess new earth after the flashpoint jolt.." she softly answered.

"You know about the flashpoint?" The male dressed in red and blue with a large 's' on his chest. "Well yes.. I live under the roof of Stephen Strange, aka the sorcerer supreme and I've been living alongside him for about 7 years now after the death of my parents. During those 7 years I have met a girl named America Charvez, she's able to go through universes by using emotion.. Well during the battle with my mother her and I had transported to this universe but it was in nothing but rubble and half of your universe was dead.. So to come back and to see everything normal like nothing had happened.. How else would one do so?" she spoke.

"You're very smart for someone who is being haunted." Another male spoke up dressed in red and yellow. 'Course a man would comment on that..' she thought. She walked towards Cyborg nodding towards the computer. "May I?" she softly asked. "Have at it." he spoke stepping back. She stepped forward eyeing the equipment. Slowly she laid her fingers down, inking black and entering the computer, lifting her head eyes glowing red a large scope appearing over them showing thousands of different universes. Hundreds of voices echoed in one ear and out the other, but she was searching for one and one only.

'You do so well controlling such small things.. release me Natalia.' scarlet witch whispered in her ear. Her glowing eyes began switching between red and brown, head shifting in pain. She shook her head looking back up allowing herself to concentrate as much as she can. 'why not appreciate what was given to you dear?' it whispered.

'Natalia!' a voice echoed, head lifting quickly but a hand overtook hers pulling it out. The scarlet witch stood above her glaring hand reaching out and grabbing her throat. "What the hell?!" the team called out. Constantine pulled his hands from his pockets moving forward, but the blazed red eyes of the woman made him stop.

"Mom.." she whispered. Suddenly a red blast soared through the room a bright portal slamming through her and scarlet witch. Constantine and Zatanna reacted quickly working to cast a spell, which of course didn't work out well, because a long red vine grasped both of them dragging them with.

Going through red flashes before finally be dropped in front of a set of stairs. Natalia came clashing through another portal fighting off the witch, before making a run through the known building, the woman following after her a darkness looming over her. Boots clicking along steel floors, sliding through a small cubby placing her hands on both walls making the door slam shut a protective seal appearing over it.

Boots could be heard along with Wong's voice echoing for the witch to disappear. An echoed yell could be heard before silence. "Natalia!" Strange yelled running towards the cubby. The seal was pulled off and he quickly opened the door, he went to reach for her but she flinched pulling her body closer to the inner wall away from him. He quickly moved his hand away looking at her with panic in his eyes. A red glowing vein was wrapped around her throat, clenching and knotted stopping it's release.

"Bloody hell.." a British accent came out horse. Natalia's head shot up hearing the voice, body leeching out and running towards the now standing brit, who was helping the magical woman up as well. Zatanna turned eyes widening when she saw the paniced girl. Constantine turned already expecting for the girl to latch onto him, her arms around his middle legs giving out on her.

Wong looked at Strange with confusion, who looked back with the equal amount of concern and question. "S'alright dove.. let's that get off you." he spoke. She moved away wincing when she moved her head causing the vine go tightened. He chanted something a black blade appearing behind her slicing the vine from her throat allowing her body to take in much needed oxygen.

Strange reached forward gently grabbing Natalia's arm, carefully pulling her back to check her over. He then nodded towards Wong to take her to her room to check her better. As Wong pulled her gently she looked back towards John and Zatanna. "John.." she whimpered as the elevator door shut.