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nelkcats · 1 year

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Scamming the scammer

John Constantine was the biggest headache Danny had managed to get, ever. After becoming King he did not think that his first task would be to solve the man's soul problems.

And it seemed quite incredible to him that the hellbazer would consider selling his soul as if it were a used car that he wants to get rid of to buy a new one. He was aware that he needed a soul, wasn't he? That it was not possible to buy a new one? Because he didn't want to be the one to inform him if that was not the case.

To top it off, beings from different domains within his kingdom came explicitly to claim the British's soul, which didn't even make sense, there were thousands of souls! Why did everyone want the same one? And why did he have to be the one to take care of it?

Completely frustrated, he placed all the paperwork for John Constantine in an empty room and locked the door. He smiled as he came up with a plan to improve the situation, it might be worth it.

That's how a drunk John Constantine found himself signing a dubious contract in exchange for the power to turn any liquid into beer, he didn't bother to read the contract, most demons just wanted his soul and this guy looked so human, with a presence so light it must be a minor demon for sure.

This turned out to be a bad decision when the next morning he found himself trapped in a room full of documents, the door locked. Taped to the door was a green note that said "Enjoy doing your own paperwork sir, I hope you're pleased with yourself", and well, maybe he should have read that contract after all.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #danny fenton #dc x dp #ghost king danny #john constantine #Danny obviously made his presence lighter #And John was to drunk to care about it #or check if it was true #No one said he take good decisions while drunk #justice league dark #Of course Danny is going to explain the situation later #but for now he wanted the hellbazer suffering the same as him for all the problem #all the contracts in the locked office were Constantine's contracts lmao #Danny got bored of the 80 visits per day from greater demons to claim the soul of some idiot #He's really just being petty right now #John considered if the power to get drunk everywhere was a good idea for a few seconds #he shrugged and decided that it was worth it #Danny had fun dressing up as a minor demon #The Justice League won't be as amused as him with the current situation #justice league #Danny will leave John locked up all weekend #although he is obviously going to feed him #he is not a monster #just a tired teenager #Read your contracts don't be like Constantine

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chaoswarfare · 1 year

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dp x dc prompt #50

The Justice League are investigating a series of accidents in a haunted newly-abandoned high rise, and call in Constantine to take care of the problem.

Danny is retrieving one of his wayward subjects from the same building.

Quiet murmurs fill the stuffy room as the leaguers sent to deal with the problem wait for Constantine to sort out their problems for them. One of the newer heroes shrieks as a door flings open and a white haired teenager all but struts through.

“Connie! It’s been a while since we ran into each other like this-!” is all he manages to say before John yanks him by the wrist and chucks him out the open window.

The heroes freak out, (their coworker just threw a child out the window!) and demand to know why he did that.

“Every time i run into him, without fail, something always happens!” The kid knocks on the window next to the one he was tossing out of, floating like he’d never even heard of gravity, and John lets out a string of very creative curses about the trouble magnet ghost king.

Half a second later, he’s just proven right when a hair raising shriek and a rumble like an earthquake shake the building.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dc x dp #crossover #dc universe #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #writing prompt #writing #funny #john constantine #john constantine is done with danny’s shit #danny phantom is a trouble magnet #john has learned to avoid him at all costs #because every single time they run into each other there’s a jl level threat causing mayhem #danny’s just used to it #a typical tuesday #not even usually worth thinking about #john constantine is not amused

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tanglepelt · 1 year

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Dp x dc idea 25

Danny is forced to flee when pariah is released. The armor didn’t get done before pariah unleashed his terror. Pariah destroyed everything in his way. Danny was not able to save or protect his family and friends. He is all alone now.

Pariah takes to earth to conquer it. Danny was prepared to keep fighting a lost cause when clockwork appeared. He tells Danny that this isn’t the timeline that was meant to be. As it was the ghost king he was unable to rewind time.

To secure a better future tells Danny he needs to flee and when the time came fight pariah once more. Danny was not gonna listen to this man? Elder?? Child….. whatever it was.

He just gets pushed into a portal. Now he is in the dc universe. He had been forced through as human.

Here he does get questioned by the heros. I mean he did fall out of a green portal and land on earth. All Danny reveals is that he was fighting a tyrant who killed his friends and family and was set in destroying his planet. That some random dude pushed him through the portal.

Danny decided not to reveal he was half ghost or the words the nutjob left him. Danny being able to use his powers as human slowly gets used to them and better at using them. Learning the ghostly wail by watching canary. When his ice core forms he mimics Superman’s ice breath. Watching Martian manhunter helps him with his shapeshifting, invisibility and intangibility.

The heroes definitely think that he has some form of mimicking power. Danny can’t fly as a human tho. So no late night flights. Danny does slip info on who he fought so they have basic anti ecto weapons. Not that they realize it’s specific for ghost.

He’d probs end up with the teen titans given his age. Or maybe a hero snags him 🤷‍♀️.

One day giant hands rip open a portal in the sky and out comes fright knight and a horde of skeletons. Nothing they have works on pariah but keeps the skeletons at bay.

Danny decides this must be what the man was talking about. And for the first time since being here transforms.

JLD is here at this point and just is like you didn’t think it was important to tell us it was the fricken ghost king or the fact your a halfa. Danny just says nope.

Will Danny get a lecture. Most likely. Does he win. Yes. Did he become ghost king. Also yes.

#danny fenton #danny phantom #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc crossover #justice league #JLD was not amused at Danny #heros were amused at the power mimicry #some found it adorable #Constantine now has to deal with teaching the new ghost king #cause Danny is at a loss #clockwork is amused by the unexpected timeline #vlad was the reason the armor didn’t get done #instead of helping like in cannon he ran away #Danny when transformed is way more powerful then human #he now has to learn to holdback while ghost #humans are fragile #so he still does the whol hero thing in his human form #but he goes space flying now #gets to see the world in a whole new way #Danny has fun sparing with a super after this #his ghost form is very powerful #Danny tries to hide after the reveal #he didn’t want to deal with the consequences #he knew he’d be lectured #i imagine he’d be able to do minor appearance shifting #he was able to distort himself to avoid blast in cannon #ghost king danny

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gourmet-trash · 1 year

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As others have pointed out, I too reject "token straight friend Rose Walker" and instead give you "bad taste in women Rose Walker"

The first time it happens, Hob doesn't say anything. He doesn't even acknowledge, outwardly, that he noticed it at all. Between the Inn and his teaching job and, oh you know, just several hundreds of years of being around children and young adults, he can confidently say he has at least some modicum of knowledge on how to interact with them.

So, the first time, he doesn't say anything. He's cool like that.

He also doesn't say anything the second time.

But the third time he watches Rose Walker making figurative heart eyes at Johanna Constantine, of all people, he can't help himself. He also can't really pretend he doesn't see Rose so busy gawking that she misses the rim of her glass and splashes cider onto her jumper. She's sitting right in front of him at the bar, after all.

"Doing all right there?" he teases, passing a few napkins across the bar.

Rose grabs the proffered napkins quickly, visibly flustered while she dabs at the damp spot on her chest. "Just, uh, clumsy, I guess."

Hob snorts softly. "Or distracted," he says, lifting his eyebrows when she jerks her head up.

"...I don't know what you're talking about!"

Hob makes a little "sure you don't" humming sound and picks Rose's glass up to wipe it down for her while she deals with her jumper. "It's cute," he insists, even though he knows from experience that most young adults don't like to hear it. And judging from the face Rose makes, she's no exception.

It almost makes Hob laugh -- Dream makes a very similar expression when someone tells him he's cute.

For Rose's sake, he swallows down that particular amusement and sets the cider back in front of her. "It is! But you might want to work on being a smidge less obvious with the staring."

Rose clears her throat, passing the damp napkins back across the bar when he motions for them. "...It's that obvious?" she asks slowly.

"Little bit, I'm afraid," he says, smiling apologetically.

Rose groans at that and drops her face into her hands. Hob only just makes out the muffled, "Do you think she noticed?" that follows.

Hob glances to the corner of the Inn where Jo has roped some sorry sap into a game of darts. It's not going well for the lad if the jeering of his friends is anything to go by. "Mmm...she's a little distracted, so probably not this time."

"This time?!" Rose repeats, lifting her head out of her hands to balk at him.

"You've been very obvious about it, poppet."

"And you didn't tell me!? I can't ever come back here!" Rose hisses.

Hob bites back his amusement -- poorly, judging by Rose's narrow expression. "I promise it isn't that big of a deal."

"What is not that big of a deal?"

The next few seconds are spent by Hob and Rose startling, someone bumping the glass between them in the process, and then both of them frantically trying to catch said glass before it spills more cider over the bar. When the glass is upright again and they turn accusatory stares on the King of Dreams, sitting at the previously empty barstool at Rose's side, his expression is nonplussed if not vaguely amused.

"You know, one of these days you're actually going to give me a heart attack or something. And then you're gonna have to explain to Auntie Death why she's here," Rose points out.

"I will take that under advisement," Dream drawls, more obviously amused by then. And when Hob leans over the bar, he obligingly tips his head a bit to accept the kiss dropped against his temple.

"Hello, love. Please don't give any of my patrons heart attacks at the bar."

"I will endeavor not to," Dream assures him. But the scuffle over the cider has not distracted him, and he repeats, "What is not that big of a deal?"

"Nothing!' Rose says quickly -- too quickly -- before Hob has a chance to deflect with a bit more tact. "Hence, not a big deal," she adds, snatching the glass off the bar and taking a long drink.

Dream watches her for a moment, no doubt taking stock of the damp spot on her jumper and the blustering, before turning to Hob, expectant.

But Hob has not been a snitch for many, many years, and he is not looking to revive that particular character trait this century. He flashes Dream a smile and leans back from the bar, already grabbing a cocktail glass. "How about we try a French 75 today?"

Dream purses his lips, though Hob suspects it has more to do with his question being very obviously ignored and less to do with their ongoing game of "make Dream try a new cocktail every time he comes in until Hob finds one he actually likes."

"Hob."

He hums to acknowledge he heard him, considering the gin he has on hand.

"What are you not telling me?"

Hob grabs one of the bottles. "That I don't think you're going to like the French 75."

He turns his back to fetch the champagne and to hide a grin when he hears an annoyed little huff from the other side of the bar. Dream would deny huffing, of course, so undignified. But he huffed. He was huffy.

"Rose Walker."

"No," Rose says shortly, setting her nearly empty glass back down. "Look, no offense Uncle Morpheus, but it's seriously not a big deal, and it's also not something I wanna talk about. Okay?"

It is not, apparently, okay. Hob can tell the second he turns back around, spots the telltale sheen of emotion in Dream's eyes. Rose probably did too, which is why she's very pointedly looking down at the last of her cider rather than at her Uncle. Because they have come a long way since the rocky start of their relationship, but Hob knows better than most how fiercely Dream wants to nurture this relationship with his niece and nephew, almost despite himself.

And bless him, but jumping straight into teenagers and young adults, nevermind the complications of a crush, is a tall order for anyone, much less the anthropomorphic personification of dreams. He definitely hasn’t had as much hands on time with young humans as Hob. Or if he has, he’s…rusty, to say the least.

"You were comfortable to discuss these things with Hob, but not with me?"

Rose groans outright and turns on her stool, however reluctantly, to face Lord Shaper. "No, actually, I didn't want to be talking about it with Professor Gadling, either. So if we could all stop talking about it and pretend this never happened, that would be great!" she said, shooting a pointed frown in Hob's direction for good measure.

He holds his hands up in as placating a gesture as he can manage with a lemon twist between his fingers, and Dream glances between them for a moment before, with obvious reluctance, inclining his head.

"Very well," he says. "It is not my intention to make you uncomfortable."

"Thank you," Rose says, less terse, and Hob sets another cider in front of her at the same time he passes Dream the French 75. Dream eyes the cocktail with no small amount of distrust and Hob can’t help but laugh.

"Oh, come on, don't make that face before you've even tried it."

"Yeah, they're not bad. If you don't like it, we can switch," Rose offers, and while Dream does not look anymore convinced that he'll enjoy the beverage, or that he'd prefer Rose's cider, Hob can tell some of his proverbial feathers (well, currently proverbial, but sometimes more literal?) have settled.

Heaven help him, but he does so adore this impossible, mercurial creature.

At their encouragement, Dream does eventually take a sip of the cocktail. And while his reaction is not quite as strong as it had been to the martini from last week or the Alabama slammer which, admittedly, Hob had only made as a means of getting Dream to say Alabama slammer, he is clearly not impressed.

"What do you think?" Rose asks, amused.

"It is...palatable," Dream says after a moment, and Rose laughs when he lifts it for another reluctant sip.

"Don't drink it if you don't like it!" she protests, waving for him to put the glass back down, which Dream does with something not unlike relief.

"Starting to think gin might not be your thing," Hob says, glancing over when the bell over the door jingles. He smiles and waves a hand that way. "See? Cor can use the door."

"Didn't you say he broke into your apartment through a window last month?" Rose asks, smirking when Hob shushes her.

But, by that point, Corinthian is close enough to hear. And to reach around Dream to pluck the French 75 off the bar. "And guess who finally got the damn locks on his windows repaired after that?"

"That is not a good reason for breaking into my flat!" Hob protests.

"It's a perfect reason for breaking in! I could've stabbed you in your sleep!" Corinthian argues.

"You have stabbed me in my sleep!"

Corinthian chuckles over the cocktail, half draped against Dream's side, who shifts subtle to make room for him there. "I have done that," he agrees.

"You've what?" Dream says, turning a frown on Corinthian who waves a dismissive hand.

"Metaphorically," he lies, before sidestepping out of the conversation by leaning around Dream again to flash a smile down the bar. "Well, hey there, Rosebud."

Rose, whose attention had drifted back in the direction of the darts game -- new bloke trying his hand now and losing just as spectacularly -- turns quickly back around. "Hey! Where's Jed?"

"Dropped him off at the movies with a couple friends."

Rose frowns. "...What movie?"

"One that I'm certain Jed and his friends were able to buy tickets to themselves, of course," Corinthian says breezily. Rose narrows her eyes a little further.

"If Jed has nightmares all week, it's gonna be your fault."

Corinthian makes a little noise of disagreement over his drink, and Hob starts wiping down the bar to keep himself useful while they bicker. And to avoid letting Dream pull him into any further interrogation about the whole stabbing thing.

"Technically, that would be My Lord's fault, wouldn't it?" Corinthian says, motioning at Dream between them, whose suspicious expression has not wavered.

Rose rolls her eyes. "You know what I mean!"

"Uh huh. Didn't know you were so into darts, Rose."

Hob pauses his cleaning to glance up between them, Rose visibly flustered and Corinthian's eyebrows lifted high above his sunglasses while he sips Dream's drink.

"What?" Rose eventually says, and Hob doesn't wince but it's a near miss. Poor thing, she's usually better toe to toe with Cor in one of his more meddling moods.

"You know what I mean," he drawls, and Rose snatches her cider up to chug. Again.

Rose knows what he means. And Hob knows what he means, even if he's not entirely sure how Corinthian himself knows. But Dream, sitting between the three of them, clearly does not, and he misunderstands rather wildly.

"Would you care to play darts, Rose Walker?"

"That's a great idea!" Corinthian insists while Rose coughs around her drink. "That gal in the corner seems like she's pretty good, I bet she could talk you through the rules."

And then Dream turns his head and his attention alights on the darts game already happening. "Johanna Constantine is here?" he asks, looking back to Hob for confirmation.

"She's a regular these days, yeah," Hob says, and he'd argue that Dream doesn't stand from the stool so much as he pours himself from it, too liquid in his movements for the human shape he wears.

"Then I shall have to introduce you, Rose," he insists, and Rose only manages a token, squeaked protest before Dream is ushering her towards the darts game.

Hob swats Corinthian with the towel he'd been wiping the counter with. "That wasn't necessary," he points out, trying very hard to tap down on his own amusement.

"Sure it was! This way Dream can figure it out himself, and then he can be the one to tell her there's no way in hell we're gonna approve her trying to date Johanna fucking Constantine."

Hob laughs despite himself and leans against the bar, smiling when Corinthian takes up Dream's abandoned stool to meet him halfway. "She is a grown woman, you know. We can't stop her from trying to date who she likes."

"We can sure as hell try."

"We can do that," he agrees, leaning in to return the quick, sharp kiss Corinthian dips in for. "Does he know how to play darts?" Hob asks, glancing towards the corner when Corinthian leans back.

"I have absolutely no idea." [ ← prev ] [ next → ]

#rose would like to point out that you can appreciate the view #without wanting to fucking date somebody #but corinthian would like to counter that that's great!#cause they wouldn't let her date johanna constantine anyway #he is highly concerned for the taste of these kids #hob is mostly amused #dream is trying his fucking best #jed is definitely watching something rated R right now #rose walker #the corinthian #hob gadling #dream of the endless #the sandman #hobrintheus #fanfic #long post #it's so long i'm so sorry

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fishareglorious · 5 months

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Starting chapter 4. Can’t wait to see inter-factional beefing and political intrigue within the Foundation.

Druvis not having a swell time rn. She’s... the only one left in the suitcase.

Storm and a little bit of the Foundation lore. Hm.

OH. Straight to the chest, Vertin. Didn’t quite know you had it in you to pull that on Z.

Ah, yes. We’ll be having a bit of chess and go metaphors here, no? The latter was right below the swords on the chapter start.

Wondering if this letter is recent or it's been a while since it's been written.

This’ll be important later, I think.

You again? Also you really do love your game metaphors, Constantine. I know you’ll spin that tower of cards to mean something and I’m pretty sure it has something to do with Vertin & Co.

She just got out of Manus. Of course she's not very keen on joining some random blokes right now.

Do you think she was the one that painstakingly made that card tower earlier or some poor Foundation staff did it themselves and comes back to the library see it destroyed. Plus points if they did it for fun and the Vice President came up and fucking destroyed it to drive a message to Druvis

me when i lie

#reverse 1999 #playing rev 1999 #the mental image of constantine building a card tower and having difficulty stacking it up is a little amusing to me

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biffybobs · 2 years

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Henford-on-Bagley, 5.36am

“I thought you said if I drank that potion I’d live forever!”

“That was the Potion of Rejuvenation, Reg, not Potion of Immortality. You specifically asked for Rejuvenation.”

“Well how was I supposed to know they were two different things?”

“I don’t know, maybe you should have looked it up on Carl’s Sim Guides yourself!”

“Fine. I’m checking it now.”

“Oh for plumbob’s sake, just hold still Reginald.”

[muffled] “Will you two keep the noise down, some of us are trying to sleep!”

#long story short:#i am stupid but reggie is no longer dead #i suspect this post will only be amusing to a certain few of us #ts4 #ts4 gameplay #nightmare legacy challenge #reggie bakewell #avril constantine #marigold bakewell #or at least her disembodied voice #bakewell nlc 7 #nightmarelegacy

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talentforlying · 7 months

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i blew out my voice so badly yesterday that i can sing almost a full octave lower than usual, and the gender of this day? unparalleled.

#( ooc. ) OUT OF CIGS.#sometimes getting jumpscared by a ferris wheel car that SLIDES ON ITS TRACK is worth it actually #you'd think it'd be a day for weirdly specific constantine headcanons about amusement parks but he's never been to one #and Would get kicked out of the park for smoking #getting silk cuts past security? no problem. getting them past The Eyes Of The Mouse? my man is executed on the castle steps

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theofaron · 1 year

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im so sorry for the spam in ur notifs i saw mick rawson n all self control went out the window ╥_╥

Honestly I'm shocked people are still in the suspect behavior rabbit hole these days, how are yall finding all my old stuff lmao

#i havent been in the constantine fandom in almost ten years so seeing yall crawl out of the woodwork has been amusing

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petty-d4bblr · 2 years

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I found an Instagram filter that works on my cat...

And it reminds me of this BTS selfie of Matt Ryan and Tala Ashe 🤣

#john constantine #constantine #matt ryan #matt ryan actor #legends of tomorrow #dc legends of tomorrow #tala ashe #zari and john #zari tarazi #hellstar #cats of the internet #instagram filter #lmao #lot6 #i am easily amused

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kazz-brekker · 2 years

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me: time to read some classic hellblazer comics and gain some nerd cred :)

classic hellblazer: here have an arc with a horrifying bug demon!

me: fuck

#yes i know this is a horror comic and i should have been expecting it #but i did NOT enjoy turning the page to see that guy covered in bugs yikes #however i am amused that constantine can't drive and is making his friend drive him everywhere #pie says stuff #pie reads comics #pie reads hellblazer #hellblazer #john constantine #dc comics

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nelkcats · 1 year

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Baby Banshee

Halfa is just Danny's overall classification due to him being a human/ghost hybrid. However, if we go into what species he is classified into, he is a Banshee.

More specifically, Danny is a Baby Banshee. Although some consider that the Banshees are bad luck, in reality they usually scream to warn of great catastrophes. However, because Danny was just a baby ghost he was learning it now and had random impulses that led him to scream in the most random places, he couldn't control his wail.

Realizing how weird the halfa was (a male banshee, and a ghost baby at the same time), the ghosts decided to set him up with babysitters for when he went through his ghost childhood. Due to how powerful the child was he ended up being cared for by the Ancients. Which had no problem adapting to his needs and tried to keep him out of trouble.

On one of those occasions, Danny felt the urge to go in a specific direction. He ended up in a portal that guided him to the DC universe and wailed as loud as he could, which baffled the heroes.

He was obviously a child but had destroyed an entire complex with his scream and because of that they decided it was better to contain him. Danny was confused, he was warning them about the danger! Why weren't they listening?

Constantine understood what was happening instantly and warned the heroes to get away from the Banshee immediately. Hal mocked at the wizard's paranoia and encased the boy in a bubble. Which let out a cry when he was trapped and sent a danger signal from his core.

This ended with the Justice League facing off against obviously upset Ancients who were demanding their baby back.

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somebodyhelpthenotdeadfreds · 2 years

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Fragments of an Exploded Star

Happy birthday @agentmarymargaretskitz !!!! My podcast co-host, my co-author, my dear friend, we built this friendship on an AU we never finished, so why not start another? I present, the first in a series of assorted one-shots, the LOT/Star Wars AU. Where I have taken all the bits of canon from both universes, put them in my Nutribullet, and blended it into pure brain rot.

I thought this was going to be Constangreen, then morphed into a class Legends poly fic, where they're all dating in some way.

And yes, angst. More angst for the angst queen. Happy birthday, you beautiful tropical fish.

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Cassie could do flips now.

She’d practiced by jumping off the furniture in the den, then off the table in the eating area, off the back of a Shaak, and Behrad had caught her about to tumble from the roof on more than one occasion. She’d always sigh and say she would be careful, but then he’d catch her at it a week later. Even after scolding her for almost getting hurt again, Behrad couldn’t hide a smile.

He watched her walk out to the field, climb to the top of the hill, and roll down. Every few moments, she’d pop back to the top of the hill and climb down. He could hear her screeching laugh as she tumbled down, like the first time he’d shown her how to do that.

“Did my mom show you how to do that, Uncle Behrad?”

“Yeah, Cass,” he smiled at her, wiping the dirt from her face. “She did, when she was your age.”

It took hours for the tears to subside enough to start to breathe again, when Behrad could look at Gary again without feeling the pain come back to his chest. Ever since he showed up with the little squirming bundle in his arms, and Behrad had just known what had happened.

“I understand if you can’t,” Gary told him, gently rocking Cassie, who cooed now that she had a little wooden spoon in her tiny hand to play with.

Behrad shook his head, scrubbed his face again, and let out another shuddering breath. He reached out, and Gary carefully placed the baby in his arms. Behrad looked down at Cassie (a cute name, Zari had liked that name, told him that it was on the list of potential names, that John had joked the baby should just be named Starboard, that’s what Zari had said he’d said, one of the last things she’d said) and wiped a little drool off her chin.

He looked up at Gary. “She’ll be safe here.”

“Are you-”

“Please, Gary. I - I need to do this. For her.”

Behrad turned around when he heard a rustle behind him. “Getting sloppy, Gare.”

Gary smiled, not much to that bright grin these days. “Can be sloppy, around you.” He looked toward the hill, watching Cassie climb up it again, and throw herself down, squealing the whole time. His smile started to fade again. “Is that-”

“She’s safe. Just a hill, and it rained again. Worst thing that’ll happen is that she stained her clothes again.”

Gary nodded, sighed when Behrad put a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it gently. “Right. Sorry.” He smoothed out his beard, pulling himself back together. “I should come back here more.”

“You said it wasn’t safe for you to be here,” Behrad reminded him.

“In the Empire, nowhere is safe for us anymore. At least I can be near you both.”

“What about your search?”

“There are rumors,” Gary told him, gazing off at a stray cloud in the sky. “Rumors I don’t want to believe. And after Stein, after Leonard, after Carter and Kendra… I don’t know if I can keep looking. It feels like we lose more each day.”

The stray cloud above finally merged with the others in their little patch of sky. Behrad squeezed Gary’s shoulder again.

“Sometimes we just have to look at what we have, and hold onto that.”

Cassie’s squeals echoed off the walls of the house.

“Does she know?” Gary asked that question every time he visited. Behrad shook his head.

“Zari’s holos are in my room. I’ll show her when she’s ten. I promised her that, Gary. She can’t not know forever. She just knows her mom was my sister.”

“And her father?”

“When she’s ten.”

“John!”

John let the door shut, already a hand over Gary’s mouth, “Shhh, shhh, this is urgent.”

“Darhk’s been captured?"

“Okay, not that urgent.”

“What’s so important, John?”

John took a deep breath, glancing at the closed door. “It’s about Zari, and me. We’re - she’s-”

The words tangled in his throat and they couldn’t get out, but Gary picked up what he meant, from bouncing on his heels to his hands clenching and unclenching. “She’s pregnant.”

John looked had an almost nervous smile on his face. “Y-yeah.”

Gary lit up, hugging him close. “That’s - that’s amazing.”

“It’s kriffing scary, what it is.”

“Yeah, but exciting. I mean - oh, the council -”

“Don’t have to know,” John reassured him, hand on his jaw. “I’ll tell them.”

“John, you’ll be-”

“I know.” That smile was back on his face, nervous as it was, but a spark of hope burning rare and bright in his eyes. “But it’s okay. I - I can give this place up.”

Gary’s smile went away for a moment. John kissed his cheek. “Not you, love. Of course not you. I just - I think I can step away now. Thought about it enough.”

Gary knew he had. Since Astra had walked away, the thought had been in John’s mind since. He’d been in the Order since he was scooped off the streets of Coruscant as a child, and this had been all he had. But his heart was never in it the way Gary’s was. It was always looking towards a new horizon.

Gary’s smile returned, kissing John quickly and softly. “As long as you come back to me.”

The sound of a child’s laughter shook Gary from his thoughts, and he stepped back in the shadows of the house as Cassie waved to Behrad from the top of the hill. Behrad waved back, only turning when Cassie tossed herself down the hill again. “You know you have to meet her someday. You can’t only show up, see me, adn then take off.”

Gary sighed, his hand braced against his temple, watching as Behrad disappeared into the house. “Not until I have the answers she deserves. She’s eight now, B. I have less answers now than I did then. She’ll have so many questions when the time comes, and I have no answers for her.”

Behrad emerged a few moments later, a wrapped loaf of five-blossom bread in his hands, passing it to Gary. This meeting was about to end, and who knows when he’d see Gary again? It had only been three months this time, but before that, almost an entire year had passed. Gary seemed to know this, picking off a few crumbs from the top of the loaf, avoiding a reason to leave.

“She’s safe here,” Behrad told him, as he told him every time. “Go.”

Gary licked a few crumbs from his fingers, brushed them from his beard, before looking back to Behrad. “If you told me to stay, I would stay.”

“I know,” Behrad sighed, leaning against the window. “ But you have to find her answers. Just promise me you’ll come back to tell them to her yourself.”

Cassie laughed as she rolled to a stop at the hill, looking up at the sky, and watching a ship fly overhead. She pointed up, “Uncle Behrad, look!”

Behrad looked up at the ship as it slowly passed them, then zoomed off. “I see it, Cass. I see it.”

#legends of tomorrow #star wars #gary green #john constantine #behrad tarazi #there are many twists to come still!#I just wanted to get the first little taste out there #an amuse bouche if you will

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familiaanteomnia · 3 months

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"Well I am quite magic in bed." There was no saying it with an straight face; but he did manage an wink to punctuate it. An terrible joke of an flirt, but it was always an fun one to break out at times. Quite loved using it to annoy various lovers in specific. Fun across the board though.

#♥ thread 》 john constantine #♥ i don’t think i can live without you. 》 open starters #crack #(i just thought this was amusing lmao because it suits him so well)

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phantom-phortune · 9 days

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This is why you don't sleep with the Tyrant King - The consequence is children

Constantine avoids involvement with the Infinite Realms for two reasons.

Who wants to deal with all those Ancients in the first place?

He’s avoiding yet another unhinged ex of his.

Of course, hooking up with Pariah Dark wasn’t really an actual relationship, more like a one night stand via dream walking (Nocturn owed Pariah, but seeing as it would be insane to release the Tyrant King from his endless sleep, he’d give him a dream partner every couple centuries) - regardless, Constantine doesn’t want to deal with that.

So yeah - the fact that the Justice League is attempting to summon the High King into the Watchtower has him wanting to drink more than usual.

Of course he gave warnings, but they’re dead set on doing so. A green folder had appeared in the secure “cursed artifacts” vault with no trace of whoever left it there. How else were they gonna find out how it got there?

So Constantine’s stuck there to set up wards, and is trying to find his way out of this one.

When the summoning circle worked, no one expected the teenager to pop out of it.

Instead of Pariah Dark, or even the sarcophagus showing up, there was a white haired ghost boy with glowing green eyes the same color as the flames of the Crown of Fire. Except he didn’t look exactly like the others ghosts. He had a human skin tone, his proportions were exactly like a human teenager’s, and he was wearing a black and white hoodie with black sweatpants, for God’s sake.

… Were ghosts able to reproduce with humans?

Before any of the Justice League can get into questioning, Constantine speaks up:

“You’re not the Ghost King.”

Green eyes settle on him, lighting up with recognition - Danny knows exactly who this is, with the amount of complaints on his desk about the blonde. Clockwork also informed him (he didn’t want to know but now he does) of the man’s stint with Pariah.

Daniel “Commit to the bit” Fenton chooses to do just that.

“Of course not,” The confusion crosses the face of the heroes present- “That’s just because I haven’t had my coronation yet! I’m the Crown Prince, it’s practically the same thing!”

Oh, and the dread and realization crossing Constantine’s face is almost enough to make his core purr in amusement.

“Now I will gladly answer all your questions, but first!” His eyes swept over the heroes before raising his hand and pointing accusingly at the British warlock.

“John Constantine,” his voice boomed, the temperature of the meeting room dropping as his face stretched with a smile too big and too pointy, “You owe me fifteen years of child support.”

#dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #ghost king danny #dpxdc #danny phantom #danny fenton #JL: scandalized gasp #Bruce is either going to berate Constantine or give Danny all the money he wants

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