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When Danny was told Vlad was coming over, he didn't care, much. After all, being told that he's lost all romantic interest in his mother, is trying to keep thoughts of murdering his father to just thoughts, and genuinely trying to be better than he was before.
Danny decided to give him at least a portion of leeway. You know, to see if he's holding up to his word.
But this, this is not it.
He dragged Vlad out of the room, shooting out an excuse that he just needed Vlad's help with something and just wanted to talk for a bit. Then brought him down to his level-via pulling on his collar- with a scowl.
"You trade my mother for that thing!?"
The thing in question, was some British guy by the name of John Constantine. Who smelled like smoke, alcohol and genuinely seemed to be questioning how exactly he ended up in this situation.
Vlad, to Danny's displeasure and increasing horror.
Is smitten.
Why did it seem that when Vlad turned good his intelligence just seemed to take a nosedive. Enough so that he settled for that and he is happy he isn't going after his mom but, like.
C'mon dude.
You can do better.
#dc x dp#dp x dc#dpxdc#dp x dc crossover#dcxdp#dc x dp crossover#Counterfit shipping#Vlad/Constantine#Danny is offended on his mom's behalf that Vlad chose Constantine over her#Meanwhile#Jack and Maddie are trying to both wingman and give a shovel talk simultaneously to Constantine in the room over#John Constantine is just confused how exactly he ended up here#He does like the large wheels of cheese that end up coming his way though#Those taste extremely good#Yes Vlad makes said cheese#Dairy King isn't his ancestor for nothing
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Back again with a question that lives rent free in my head!!
How do you think; Superman, Batman, Hal Jordan, the flash, and John Constantine react to someone just handing them an unconscious reader?
Basically, the "Here take this".
Ex: Someone puts a unconscious reader into Batman's lap while he's at his computer. Then Batman just stares at the person with a face that screams, 'what am I suppose to do????'.
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Superman would be confused as he takes your unconscious form in his arms. His eyebrows are furrowed as he stares at your chest, focusing on your heartbeat and letting out a slight sigh of relief as he hears the steady rhythm. He'd hold you bridal style as he walked around, just having casual conversations with you resting in his arms. He didn't even think of setting you down until Barry asked why he was still holding you.
Batman would most likely be working when someone just dropped you in his arms with a "here take this real quick". He'd be very confused as the person just walked away nonchalantly. He'd look down at you in his arms, eyes scanning over you to see if you were hurt at all. Seeing the steady rise and fall of your chest, he just deduced you were asleep. He can't be away from his computer for too long so he'd just set you down on a couch in his office, glancing over at you every now and then as he went to back to work.
Hal would most likely try and chase after the person that gave you to him like he doesn't wanna get stuck with this what the hell??? After attempting to give you back to them he'd sigh heavily before looking down at you and wondering if you were even alive. He tried to put you down but you were clinging onto his shirt so he had to carry you around. He had a big pout on his face as he tried to ignore the looks he was getting from people (*cough* Batman *cough*) as he walked around with you in his arms. After a while he gets tired of the stares and tries to wake you up
Barry would just be like "hold this? oh ok" :)...OMG ARE YOU DEAD???- After figuring out you were alive he'd be relieved but like wow- were you knocked out or something cause you are not waking up. He'd set you down somewhere comfortable and then would sit right by you, just watching over you until you wake up so he can be sure that you're really ok since he got practically no explanation of what happened to you.
John would immediately try and hand you back to whoever gave you to him but somehow he ends up failing. He'd probably use his powers on you to see what exactly made you unconscious. After finding out that you weren't harmed at all he'd just sigh and then immediately try and wake you up. His face says it all- he is so done with this shit like why aren't you waking up??? He's gonna have to carry you around isn't he? Sighhhhh welp, guess this is his life now. The second he sees anyone else (that he trusts with you) he's handing you off to them cause he does not want to be bothered.
( I should just rewatch Justice League Dark because omg I forgot abt how hot I found John??? )
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So I had some shower thoughts and ima write them out bc they made me giggle
DC x Danny Phantom crossover btw
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So.
Maybeee it wasn’t smart of the Justice League to mess with Dr. Fate’s stuff.
To be fair, how were they supposed to know it would summon a ghost? It’s not like they had a manual or some shit for all things magical.
At least not the ones present anyway.
Flash was getting off track, it’s not like that mattered at the moment. What took precedence was the seemingly floating ghost child in the watchtower, looking more confused at the device that summoned him than the people that did the summoning.
“Sooo, what is this thing anyways?” The Ghost Child, as Flash had officially elected to call him until otherwise, slowly floated over a large circular stone, carved with a language Flash didn’t feel was familiar.
“We’re…not exactly sure,” Superman said, warily. “Who are you?” He questioned. “Do you know why it summoned you here?”
The Ghost Child was quiet for a moment while he inspected the Dr. Fates magical rock before finally responding. “Well, your little summoning pebble here says it wishes to summon the ‘Ghost King’ so I guess that’s why I’m here.” The kid gave a noncommittal shrug before turning forward to look at the rest of the league.
Barry could feel his eyebrows furrow in confusion. Ghost King? He looked around and it seemed no one else had heard of a Ghost King before. However, before he could get a question out, Batman beat him to it.
“And you’re this supposed ‘Ghost King?’” He gave the Ghost Child a suspicious glare.
He had to give props to this ‘Ghost King’ kid. He could hold his own against Batman’s glares pretty damn well.
“Yes.” The kid gave them smile that felt a little too sinister. “Or sometimes I go by, ‘Ruler of the Infinite Realms,’ or even ‘Leader of the Undead.’ You know how finicky names can be,” he shrugged. “Everybody’s got something different, but I just prefer Phantom.”
The room seemed to pause with this information.
So, not only did they mess with something they didn’t understand, they somehow managed to summon some fucking “Ghost King” who’s alias was, “Ruler of the Infinite Realms.” Like that wasn’t concerning at all.
It was Green Arrow who finally decided to break the heavy silence.
“You know, maybe we should call Constantine. He’d probably know what we should do from here.”
Flash whipped out his phone, “That sounds like a good plan. Hold on, let me call him.” He quickly sped through his contacts till he found Constantine and let the loud phone call sound reverberate through out the room. Barry, and the rest of the team for that matter, all stared impatiently at the screen while waiting for Constantine to answer, which thankfully, didn’t take to long.
“What the fuck did you want at this time of day, wanker,” Constantine voice was grumpy and rough, clearly having been woken up from his sleep.
“Shit, sorry,” Flash rubbed his neck nervously, “We kinda forgot about the timezone difference. Anyways, we have a situation over here at the Watchtower. The other Leaguers and I think we just summoned the uh…the ‘Ghost King.’” Flash quickly looked up at Phantom at the mention of his name and saw the intrigued look on his face.
“…What the fuck did you just say?” Barry could feel John’s ire through the phone, but before he could respond, Phantom spoke up instead.
“Hello, John Constantine.” Phantom’s voice seemed to echo unnaturally through out the room, causing everyone to tense and stare at Phantom in surprise.
There was only silence on the receiving end of Flash’s phone. Practically everyone was staring down Phantom when he bursted out in giggles.
“HA, you should see the look on your faces…fucking priceless. Anyways,” Phantom giggled again, “I only knew his name because I can see his contact name from here.”
Everyone in the room let out a silent breath of relief, but Constantine was still silent over the phone.
“Hey? You good buddy?” Flash asked, worriedly. But Flash doesn’t get a response, instead, Constantine hung up the phone.
More silence spreads throughout the room, but Phantom breaks it quickly.
“Well that’s a bummer. Why’d he hang up?” He looked expectantly at Flash.
Barry gave him a quick shrug, “Hell, if I know.”
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Anyways i thought it would jusf be funny if danny freaked everyone the fuck out by saying johns full name like hes all knowing or some shit when in reality he can just see his fucking contact name LMAOO sorry jf jts not very coherent btw i dont write much and its also practically 5 am here and im tired LNFNFDN
#danny phantom dc crossover#danny phantom#danny phantom fanfiction#danny phantom headcanon#green arrow#the flash#superman#batman#dr fate#anyways im so damn tired bye bye now
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Part 7: Leaves a Debt
TW for use of cigarettes I think.
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Taking a long drag on his cigarette and slowly exhaling as he stares fixedly at the open coffin and the being within, Constantine finally says, “ghost. That’s a ghost baby.”
“Well, not so fast." Captain Marvel holds up a hand to slow Constantine's roll.
“Huh?” He physically jerks back in affronted confusion, flicking ashes from his cigarette in the process.
Zatanna cuts in, “don’t jump to conclusions.”
“I’m jumpin’, I’ve jumped. I’ve landed. It’s a ghost,” Constantine insists, almost like it's some sort of competition.
Jason wasn’t sure how exactly they ended up here. Zatanna took one look at the being within the coffin and promptly dialed up both Constantine and Captain Marvel, saying nothing but, “You guys need to see this.”
Now the three are standing around the open coffin arguing and pointing about the thing inside. They look like a young teen with some major radioactive glowing going on, like those cats that scientists gave jellyfish glow genetics to. Beyond the seeming age, the kid doesn’t appear much in the way of human, human adjacent, but not human. They’re a little on the thin side but not too bad considering. They’re a spirit…of some kind. Which kind seems to be the topic up for debate.
What Jason would like to know is, what is up with these emotions radiating from the being? They're overjoyed and it kinda seems like it's because they can see/sense him. It feels directed at him somehow.
Jason blinks and realizes he’s a lot closer to the open coffin than before. The magic users are still busy arguing with each other and so Jason takes the chance to approach.
He’s careful not to touch the edges of the coffin, he still remembers the nasty little shock it gave him. Feeling for a pulse is the instinctual thing to do despite it being rather illogical. He’s seen weirder.
“You won’t find anything.”
The voice makes him jump. Captain Marvel is looking at him now, having edged out of the battle of wits.
“Whether or not they’re a regular ghost, a concept spirit, or some hybrid of those or something else, they won’t have a pulse. They aren’t ‘living’ entities per se. You can feel the energy pulsing from him though. Spirits don’t have a heart, but instead a core. Even non-magical people can feel it in a way.” He shrugs as he watches the resting spirit.
Jason watches him carefully. “Why aren’t they moving or waking up?”
Captain Marvel shrugs again. Something about the move is wrong, other. But then again, the hero has never quite looked ‘human’ to Jason.
“Could be a curse or something preventing them from waking. Or it might revolve around power levels. It sounds like they’ve been trying to call you for a while.” At Jason’s guilty look, Captain Marvel backtracks, “oh but don’t worry about that too much. Time for spirits is wonky and this one hasn’t been in any danger beyond being stuck here as far as we can tell.”
"They look like a kid,” he points out.
"Oh yeah, that happens sometimes. Could be a mental age thing or just a preference. It can be hard, but you can't trust looks with the supernatural."
"Yeah..." Jason acknowledges distractedly.
"Guys, guys," Dick cuts in between Constantine and Zatanna's arguing. "As riveting as this debate is, it is nearing dawn. We need to get outta here before someone decides to call in the cops."
“I’m tellin’ ya. It’s a ghost,” Constantine insists, not quite able to let someone else have the last word. Zatanna looks ready to fire back with some profound argument, Jason is sure, but Captain Marvel catches her eye and shakes his head.
She sighs but gets to work refilling the hole in the ground. Captain Marvel turns once more to Jason.
“Do you have somewhere you want to hold them? It’s probably best not to go too far from the cemetery.”
“They’ll heal best near death energy,” John cuts in unprompted. There’s a cigarette in his mouth and a lighter in his hands as he moves to stand with them all around the wacky glowing coffin on the ground.
Jason is sure they all make quite the scene but that’s neither here nor there.
“I have a small emergency base near here,” Damian offers. “It’s across the street, underground. You may use that if you are lacking accommodations.”
“Right. Take this then, put it on the ground and stand back.” Constantine chucks a small drawstring bag at Damian after finishing his impromptu instructions.
“Tt…I don’t take orders from some half-baked n…” Dick cuts him off.
“Thank you, we appreciate not having to lug this coffin around.” He strategically places his hands on Damian’s shoulders in order to gently guide him away and keep him from insulting the sad trench-coat man.
“Thanks Lil’ D,” Jason placates. “I appreciate the offer. I don’t have anything nearby.” His attempt at defusing works seeing as Damian collects whatever wounded sensibilities he had and leaves with Dick.
The sound of light footsteps and something in the corner of his eye is all the warning Jason gets before Cass brushes his arm. He leans into the touch, an encouragement. She leans into him as well. Jason knows it’s her way of showing her support and it’s a comforting gesture.
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Having what amounts to a corpse on the dining room table is a very weird thing to get used to.
Technically Damian must have planned to use this dining table for spreading out clues and information. This isn't exactly a full on apartment or house, just a nest in the basement of one of the buildings. It connects directly to the sewer maintenance tunnels, because of course it does.
Back to the corpse...
Comatose spirit?
Not something in their contingencies (it will be from now on). Is it weird that Jason is kinda becoming accustomed to a lifeless body just chilling on the table?
Okay, clearly the answer to that is yes, but when you've spent four...almost five days living in the same small living space as the un-moving glowstick, you see if you don't get used to it.
The table thing is necessary and Jason isn't about to leave them fully unattended. (he maybe kinda sorta feels more comfortable sleeping near them. Not that he'll ever admit it) He still goes out on his nightly work, but he spends his off time here to keep half an eye on Glowstick McGee and the various runes and artifacts the three magic users finally agreed upon.
They said, "something something, energy...something, feeding...channeling it to them." Jason tried to pay attention, but they were kind of all talking over each other and all he knows is that this will keep the spirit alive...or well, existing.
And...it should help them get better, hopefully wake up, but possibly just maintain them while Constantine, Zatanna, or Captain Marvel figure out a way to suss out the problem.
Something catches his eye. A flicker in the shadows... No, must be the lighting. Glowpaint Ghost sometimes throws the shadows off. Jason turns to leave the room only to nearly run over Spooky.
In the flesh. Or shadows?
Jason may or may not have let out an undignified scream.
Spooky is just sitting there, watching Jason have his little freak out moment like he's been here the whole time. Jason didn't think they could leave the cemetery. They certainly couldn't seem to last time.
"What are you doing here?"
Spooky, as expected of a dog, doesn't answer. Their gaze flicks past Jason, to the comatose spirit. Jason supposes their presence is answer enough. Somehow Spooky can follow this spirit or Jason, or both?
It doesn't matter, because Spooky is okay. Jason had kinda been worried about them.
He pulls out his phone to dial up Zatanna.
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I have no excuses, neither will I apologize. Red Dead Redemption 2 has ate my right up and refuses spit me back out. My brother bought it for me on like...Sunday? Monday? Idk but it has taken over practically my whole life. I legit just didn't have enough time in the day to write more than a few sentences or paragraphs a day. Luckily rainycat from Batpham server gave me some of their writing juice. From there it's just been a few days wait bc brain funk. Gotta love brain funk.
References to Shane and Ryan from Buzzfeed Unsolved (this episode) and the book Maniac McGee (mainly the title as inspiration for Jason in dubbing Danny Glowstick McGee)
Hopefully the tag list is still tagging everyone, I had to remove the links bc my laptop wigs out and won't let me even save the draft or post or anything
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John Constantine (DC) Lol
Sorry for not uploading earlier, I got way too absorbed in my work back there. Anyway, here ya go!
Also, I think this might be one of the first times I’ve written m/f vore, so, hey, that’s cool!
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“Crap, this isn’t good…” Dinah Lance murmured out through her teeth as both she and Zatanna continued to sprint a ways away from the approaching trio of constantly advancing demons hurtling themselves through the air, practically shoving their bodies forwards on towards them.
The two retreating heroines had been left definitively stuck within the winding pathways of the alleys for a nice couple of hours at this point, an utterly horrible prospect considering their mission had originally been a sneak mission, and were now positively desperate to be able to throw their pursuers off before they inevitably ran out of steam. Both of them, in this state, were unable to fully rationalize just how the plan had gone so wrong, but now was not the time to slow their pace down and consider it. Now was the time to escape.
Dashing their way as such ‘round the left corner in a T-intersection of alleyways, and at a distance where it would be quite hard for the demons to tell which one they had went around (since the only light that anybody was to receive at this stage in the chase was, indeed, the silver, beaming rays coming down from the moon), it would soon come to be that a third person was to join them; a person who, under normal circumstances, would have never accepted this role. For a combination of reasons that was ostensibly hidden away from his teammates, for the moment being, however, he had deduced that taking part in this would be the most straightforward and least risky means to his desired end, and as a result, snapping into formation with the womans’ strides, came the one and only, infamous, rules and limits-less detective John Constantine.
“Goddammit! I knew I shouldn’t’ve agreed to team up with such a showboat during a sneak mission!” he spitefully spat out towards Zatanna.
“HEY!” Zatanna instantly snapped back, not exactly willing to waste any more of her precious breath for anything more of a rebuttal.
“NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR INSULTS, NOW IS THE TIME FOR ESCAPING!” Dinah swiftly instructed her teammates, in utter opposition to Zatanna’s breath preservation. “BUT I HONESTLY HAVE NO IDEA JUST HOW MUCH LONGER I CAN KEEP THIS UP!”
In response to this statement, John would take a second in order to think out loud for just a moment. “Running’s becoming a non-option, huh?”
Immediately within the next few seconds, all the two women were able to discern was a scathing-type noise, the sound of something grinding itself against the rough and cobbled floor. As it would turn out, as they forced a glance over their shoulder whilst rushing their ways on by, the source of that same noise would, indeed, be revealed as the rather blackened shoes of the excessively aggressive detective. The two dashing heroines barely even had any time to stop before the man, seemingly holding some sort of device towards the sky, forcefully spewed out a roar.
“THEN OUR ONLY REMAINING OPTION IS TO HIDE!”
And, just like that, in less than an instant after the fact, something upon the device’s surface was emphatically pressed down, sending a bright green ray of light out onto the exceedingly confused women. Before either of them even had a chance to rationalize what was going on, John Constantine placed the device back into his pocket, went right on back to sprinting, and, bending his way down just a little, managed to snatch up the two still rather befuddled women who had been shrunken down to mouse-size via the magic in the device.
“The Demons don’t know we’re a group for right now, and that means if I can manage to hide you two, we should still be able to recuperate!” he immediately began to explain. “And don’t ask me where I got the shrinking device from!”
Neither Dinah nor Zatanna dared speak a word as the only somewhat inane, scampering detective, attempted to speak once more.
“So you’re just gonna have to bear with me for this one, alright?”
Still completely and utterly whiplashed due to the speed at which everything had been happening, only Dinah had managed to somewhat fully process the situation, reasoning to herself that John’s plan did indeed make sense, and that when the detective had his mind set on a means, he was going to follow through with that means to its definitive, desired end. Thus, Dinah knew that, if only for the moment, she could trust him. She wasn’t entirely sure about what Zatanna was thinking, and yet she still knew implicitly that her endorsing her trust to the detective would cause him to hide both of them right away, and thus, wasted no time in this endeavor before Zatanna was able to say something to jeopardize it.
“Just…do what you need to do to get us hidden, alright?” she ended up saying.
John, now knowing he was in the clear to do this, gave a swift nod of his head. There then went by a couple of seconds of waiting, which did indeed confuse Dinah a little, considering the previous instantaneous motions the man had been previously taking in order to shrink the women down as fast as he could physically manage. It was to be made somewhat understandable in her mind, however, when the man at last decided to bring the two closer to his face, and finally, open his maw.
Immediately shoving the two into his maw, Constantine snapped the area shut, in order to fully ensconce the two heroines within.
“Urngh…” Zatanna finally spoke up whilst slowly peeling her head of of the goopy, salivating floor of the tongue, being careful not to bonk her head upon the hard palate above.. “I know that he’s trying to protect us and all, but why did he have to put us here?”
“Where else was he supposed to put us? His pockets? The most obvious place to look if you were an enemy searching for your targets? A simple pat-down would be all you’d need to that end!” Dinah swiftly rebutted whilst keeping her body lying flat on the tongue, sprawling herself out in order to be as comfortable as she could manage.
“...but…” Zatanna attempted to argue back. “...but all the enemy would need to do now is get John to talk, and-WOAH!”
Instantly upon sensing Zatanna’s question, John opened back up his maw, causing several tendrils of saliva to break apart due to the stretching. The chilling, cool breeze of the outside night air fervently pushed against the warmth inside the maw, causing Zatanna to shudder a little. John’s slick, slippery tongue, gently as it possibly could given the circumstances, pushed the two heroines to the side near his teeth in order to use it for speech. Promptly slipping into each of the stretchy, cushiony pockets of the cheeks, as to avoid getting accidentally ground up by said teeth, Zatanna and Dinah were thus given no choice but to listen to John for the moment.
“...you’re right, and that’s why I need you to cast some sort of acid resistance spell, and a spell that will allow you two to need…at least, less oxygen while you’re down there!” he called forth to the two women inside his maw.
“...what? Acid resistance? What do you-ooooooooooooooooooooooh.” Zatanna cried out before finally figuring out what John meant moments later.
“Of course I can!” she finally perked up again soon after. “Right away!”
The resulting verbal incantation that gushed forth from the woman’s voice box could only sound like gibberish to its two observers, however, they were both aware that it was but merely backwards sentences. Once Zatanna had finished, and given an affirmative: “All done!”John swiftly attempted to move the women into the middle of his maw once more, starting with Zatanna, causing Dinah to understand what was going on and move onto the tongue area herself. Once they were both secure, John firmly closed his maw, and wasted basically no time in lifting it up towards the rough ridges at the roof, before the back of the muscle sloped down, and he promptly opened up his gullet, the gaping, blackened drop laying situated just below the dangling sack that was the swaying uvula.
Dinah, knowing she had to act fast, naturally dove in towards the drop first, practically plunging herself into its form, causing John to somewhat jerk forwards from the bodily surprise, which of course, made him immediately swallow. Though the currently much larger detective on the outside wasn’t exactly pleased by Dinah’s course of action, he wasn’t exactly going to comment on it either, and thus, merely began to focus on getting Zatanna downwards as well instead of dwelling on the moment.
Zatanna began to slowly slide down closer and closer towards the natural valve. She, unlike Dinah, wasn’t particularly enthusiastic about going down there, and yet, she didn’t protest, as it was indeed, currency necessary.
Thus, once John, through his still-sprinting breaths, managed to swallow once more, Zatanna at last joined with her fellow heroine inside of John’s esophagus.
Now that the man on the outside knew that his teammates were just about as safe as they could be for the moment, he was therefore able to finally end his former bout of speedy sprint, since he recognized that, if any of the demons were to catch sight of him, and saw him running like that, they would instantly know something was up, and the entire operation would be sabotaged. Thus, John attempted to regain as much composure as he could muster as he propped himself up against the alley wall next to a dumpster. He could tell that Dinah had made it past his collarbone at this point, and was going to land in his stomach soon, while the slight throat bulge that Zatanna was making in his throat was still somewhat visible from the outside. Gently placing a finger over it as it continued traveling downwards, the sorcerer woman on the inside was able to feel the slight pressure, causing her to internally recognize that the detective had to have stopped his momentum by now.
Naturally, as the man’s throbbing heart rate was still yet to fully calm down, Zatnna had been able to pick it up much faster than would be normally possible. Thus, she wouldn’t exactly be able to tell, especially when paired with the deep squelching noises that came with each tight squeeze and shove from the slimy esophageal walls around her, when she was close to the stomach until she picked up its ambient gurgling. For the moment being though, the sorcerer knew that she and Dinah were hidden away from the reaches of the demons, and, per John’s plan, since there hadn’t been any prior indication to them that John was a part of their team, that meant that there was practically no way for the two heroines to be found by them, and that meant as such that they were now able to buy enough time to recuperate.
Eventually, after quite a relative while of the rhythmic shoving sensation, Zatanna was indeed able to sense the crescendoing gurgles and groans emulating from the organ deep within. Knowing that Dinah was already in there and that she had been silent thus far, Zatanna knew as a result that both of her spells had worked perfectly. Thus, once she finally made it to the lower esophageal sphincter, simply closing her eyes and allowing John’s body to do the rest as she was pushed through its form, the sorcerer woman eventually made a splash landing into a harmless pool of constantly sloshing liquids below. Opening up one eye, and her previous convictions were confirmed. Dinah was laying silently up against the walls, seemingly extremely contented for the moment, as she gently nuzzled up into its slightly churning being, listening to the ambiance booming all around her. Zatanna, not exactly wanting to bother her fellow heroine, simply shrugged her shoulders, as she, too, began to settle down for the moment. Shuffling about for a bit in order to get into a comfortable position, Zatanna leaned into the pillowy, goopy walls inside of John Constantine’s stomach, and promptly gave the squishy walls a few pats. The natural warmth of the organ only aided in calming the two down, as the watery substance inside of the gut continued swirling about around them. Zatanna was barely even able to sense herself closing her eyes at this point, before her world finally went dark. It would thus only take a few more minutes, before both she and, indeed, Dinah, had soundly fallen asleep.
John on the outside, who still hadn’t seen any sign of the demons, was somewhat able to tell this, the rather heavy sensation of having two people laying inside of his guts made him rather mindful of their presence, causing him to give himself a casual reminder not to make sudden movements. Thus, as the silver moon only continued shining down upon the man, Constantine in turn, continued to maintain his watch. Eventually however, taking a couple of steps forward, Constantine had indeed deduced that the demons were nowhere near, and deeper into the winding maze of the city’s darkened alleyways, he therefore went, exceedingly determined as always to keep the mission going, as he knew, as firmly as a brute fact, that if he did not succeed in this mission, he would never complete his final vision. He just simply was required to keep going, and that is, indeed, what he did.
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jungkook fic recs
this is a list of jungkook fics i’ve read and loved very much! enjoy. <3
ps. all fics with 🍙 are the ones i loved a little bit more.
2! 3! by @gimmesumsuga
smut, fluff | one shot | 3K words
The one at the end of Jungkook’s Wembley Vlive.
IDOL au
a dangerous game by @goldngguk
horror | series
You were in love with him. Jeon Jeongguk was everything you’d ever dreamed of and more. He was wealthy, kind, gentle, and most importantly, he loved you dearly. You knew he would always be there for you to guide you and protect you. You’d been together for just over a year and knew he had made plans to propose to you. But you found it strange that he had never brought you home to meet his parents.
KILLER, HUNTER, YANDERE au
About Time by @yoonia
ON-GOING | 🍙, angst | series
Be careful for what you wish for, because you may never know how to deal with them once it comes true. What would you do when your wish for a second chance actually came true? But was it really a fulfilled wish? Too many questions lie when it actually happened. Were they real memories? Or perhaps a part of a past life? Was it only a dream all along? Will everything be different this time?
SOULMATE, TIME LEAP, TIME TRAVEL au
ALL I WANT FOR COCKMAS by @junqkook
fluff, crack, smut | one shot | 3.6K words
you tell santa exactly what you want for christmas.
CHRISTMAS, SANTA au
Amour by @taesthetes
fluff, fantasy | one shot | 6.1K words
{{ noun // a love affair, usually secret; a lover }}
To love would be committing the greatest sin.
ANGEL, DEMON au
aurora. by @krreader
angst, fluff | one shot | 6K+ words
dawn comes after the darkness, and with it the promise that what has been torn by the sea is not lost. - lisa wingate
IDOL au
baecation by @1kook
smut, fluff | one shot | 5.9K words
“Lose the top, or lose the right to present yourself in any low back gown for the next three months.” He truly knew the way to your heart.
RICH, VACATION au
banana milk by @kimnjss
smut | one shot | 6.7K words
sent to the grocery store in the middle of the day, you’d never believe who you ran into in the milk aisle.
STRANGERS TO LOVERS au
bandslam by @ironicarmy
angst, smut | series
Cocky drummer Jeon Jungkook has never been the type to hate on anyone. But when his best friend Taehyung unexpectedly leaves the band and leaves you in his place, he can’t really blame himself when he acts with disdain towards you. Not even when there’s a prize at stake.
COLLEGE, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, ROCK BAND au
Be Mine by @staerrylights
angst, fluff, smut | one shot | 5.5K words
When the worlds of a campus’ star player and ordinary girl collide, sparks will fly.
JOCK, FUCK BOY au
Bells by @taetaesbaebaepsae
fluff | one shot | 1.6K words
SOULMATE au
bitchin’ by @kinktae
🍙, fluff, angst, smut | series
The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook.
—part of the rewind series
1980s, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, FRAT BOY, FAKE DATING au
black card by @minsprings
🍙, fluff, smut | two shots
a long night at another one of your obligatory high society functions has you desperate to relieve some stress with your husband jungkook, who’s been apparently hiding a kink from you for some time.
CRAZY RICH ASIANS, CEO, ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, HIGH SOCIETY au
Blackjack by @kpopfanfictrash
smut | series
Bangtan is one of the most vicious mafias on the west coast. Only six members are known by name though, with a mysterious seventh member dubbed only as ‘the shadow.’ When you become indebted to the worst of the worst – how, exactly can you find a way out?
MAFIA au
caught me. by @jeongi
smut | one shot | 13.5K words
you hate your temporary roommate, jungkook and it doesn’t help that he’s been catching you at the most inconvenient of times.
ENEMIES TO LOVERS, ROOMMATE au
Crybaby by @lavishedinjimin
smut | two shots
dangerous love by @seulgiology
smut, light fluff | one shot | 3.7K words
MAFIA au
Departure by @nomnomsik
smut, fluff | one shot | 6.2K words
As a flight attendant for Korean Air, you’re scheduled for a thirteen-hour flight to Japan. However, things get intimate between you and your partner and co-pilot, Jeon Jungkook, when he realizes Park Jimin, the famous idol from Korea, broads the plane and blatantly flirts with you.
FLIGHT ATTENDANT, IDOL, PILOT au
Dumbo by @cinnaminsvga
humor, smut | one shot | 17.2K words
you know what they say about boys with big noses…
{or alternatively: jungkook has a big dick but he doesn’t know how to use it, but luckily you’re there to help.}
Dynasty by @jimlingss
angst, smut, fluff | one shot | 17.4K words
It’s no secret that the Emperor is infertile. But even so, a girl is selected every three months and brought to become his concubine in hopes of conceiving the next heir. This time, it’s you. And in order to prevent execution, Jeon Jungkook might just aid you in conception.
HISTORICAL au
Euphoria by @seokstrivia
fluff, smut, angst | one shot | 7.6K words
There was always a sign on Jungkooks’ door that said something along the lines of, ‘Warning; I am naked in here. Do not enter unless you’re ready to see a whole lot of dick.’
or, that one roommate au where Jungkook is a cocky bastard.
ROOMMATE, SLOW BURN au
fatal attraction by @jungcock
ON-GOING | 🍙, angst, smut | series
Your dangerous ex-boyfriend comes back to haunt you in more ways than one.
SERIAL KILLER au
first time together by @httpjeon
fluff, smut, angst | one shot | 8.4K words
you never thought you’d fall for the charms of jeon jungkook, the campus heartthrob, play boy, and fuck boy.
—part of the together series
COLLEGE, FUCK BOY au
flesh and blood by @kinktae
fluff, smut | series
You are living in a society that is just now picking up the scraps that the Great Outbreak left behind after the government killed off the majority of the zombies. Still, some remain, and fear still lies within society’s walls. So imagine your surprise when the very thing you’ve been taught to fear ends up saving your life, showing you that maybe two beating hearts aren’t always required when it comes to love.
ZOMBIE au
For science by @boymeetsweevil
fluff, smut | series
Jungkook asks you to let him watch you get off. For science.
NERD au
Game Over by @gukgalore
smut, fluff | one shot | 5K words
You try your hand at a certain TikTok trend using your boyfriend.
DOMESTIC COUPLE au
Head in the Clouds by @taequois
one shot | 3.7K words
You were the third wheel for your best friend’s date but why was Jeon Jungkook kissing you instead?
YANDERE au
Hellblazer by @jungkookiebus
smut, fantasy | series
“Few people really think about dying… paranoids worry about it without really understanding it. Victims of fatal accidents and murder don’t have time to think. You only really think about it if you take the time to. And you only take the time if you know it’s going to happen.” -John Constantine, Dangerous Habits Pt. 1: The Beginning of the End, Issue #41.
CONSTANTINE, DEMON au
HIDDEN STARS by @jungblue
angst, smut | series
It started out simple, but when your feelings start to grow for the idol who isn’t allowed to date, things get complicated.
IDOL au
Hiraeth by @darlingwoes
smut, angst, fluff | series
Hiraeth: A longing for a home you can’t return to, or that never was.
It was confusing, the whole ordeal was. But no matter how many times you told yourself to go back, he was always there, taunting you to stay.
ROYALTY, TIME TRAVEL au
His Name by @jimlingss
🍙, angst | series
Jeon Jungkook is a puzzle with too many missing pieces from his past and too many sides. Somehow, it’s become your job to solve him.
MULTIPLE PERSONALITY au
i wish i missed my ex by @angelguk
smut, fluff, angst | one shot | 18K words
COLLEGE, FAKE DATING, FRIENDS TO LOVERS au
It Ain’t Me by @inferno-loop
angst | series
industrial by @taendrils
fluff, smut | one shot | 8.1K words
❝there are lines you shouldn’t cross, things you shouldn’t touch and skin you shouldn’t mark when your hands are missing your gloves.❞
PIERCER au
Jeon Jungkook Must Die by @tayegi
smut | one shot | 14K words
Jungkook is Typing... by @glassbangtan
mild smut, angst, fluff | one shot | 21.1K words
You and Jungkook met online when you were only fourteen years old. Neither of you thought meeting up would be a possibility, until you’re hired as Big Hit’s new editor.
IDOL au
Killjoy by @taequois
smut | one shot | 9.3K words
You thought you’re trapped in the lion’s den when Jungkook kidnaps you. But he’s no lion and unfortunately for him, you weren’t a mouse either.
YANDERE au
Laundry Fairy by @bulletproofbirdy
fluff, smut | one shot | 3.5K words
You wake on Saturday to find that your boyfriend has cleaned your apartment and done your laundry–shenanigans ensue with the help of the spin cycle.
ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP au
love alive by @jamaisjoons
angst, fluff, smut | one shot | 17K words
a year after you and jungkook break up, the two of you meet at your brother’s party.
—part of the mixtape series
EXES, POST-BREAKUP au
Making of a lover by @smileyoongle
angst | one shot | 2.4K words
CHEATING, YANDERE au
mask by @onherwings
🍙, angst, fluff, smut | one shot | 32.1K words
Perhaps you signed up for more than you expected when you agreed to pretend you were just Jungkook’s roommate when his (female) childhood friend comes to visit.
BOYFRIEND, COLLEGE au
mastur-bait by @kookswife
🍙, smut, fluff, humor | two shots
you drunkenly touch yourself in front of your neighbour, hoping he’ll take notice. you can’t help but do a double take when he actually does.
—part of The Connotation trilogy
BAD BOY au
Meeting their soulmate for the first time by @sunyoonandstars
🍙, fluff | one shot | 2.1K words
Jungkook is driven by the desire to, one day, meet his soulmate. However, he had not imagined it to happen so soon …
“Jungkook’s eyes met yours only for a brief moment. Still, this split second was all it took to send a surge of thrilling heat through his entire body, the intensity of your gaze leaving every last fiber of his being vibrating and his veins tingling with what felt like a million of tiny electric shocks. He could have sworn his heart literally skipped a beat. Or two. At least.
Because those eyes weren’t just any eyes. They were the eyes. The eyes which had been haunting his dreams …”
IDOL, SOULMATE au
melomaniac. by @jeonscript
smut | one shot | 13K words
you’re wholeheartedly, madly in love with jungkook and yet you shouldn’t be because he’s supposed to be your best friend and nothing more. worst part of it all is that you know he’s in love with you too.
BAND, FRIENDS TO LOVERS, PUNK au
Mind in the Gutter by @kpopfanfictrash
smut, fluff, humor | one shot | 18K words
Starting over is never fun. Especially not when you decide to take the phrase fully to heart; new job, new city, new coworkers and new relationships. When you are dragged to a happy hour by your new co-worker, Taehyung, you end up sitting beside a (very) cute, (very) shy IT worker named Jungkook. Several drinks later, he mentions he is in a professional bowling league with his friends and you rather enthusiastically invite yourself along. As time passes and you begin to grow closer, you still find it impossible to read Jungkook. Working in the same company and seeing each other so often, it is only so long before one of you snaps. But who?
BOWLING, WORKPLACE au
more than friends by @matchakoo
smut, angst, tiny fluff | two shots
you and jungkook have been roommates and close friends for a couple years, and you’re oblivious to the fact that the only reason why he hates your recent fuck-buddy is because he has the fattest crush on you.
ROOMMATE au
morning rush. by @atdawnsuga
smut | one shot | 3.2K words
You develop a strange relationship with the boy you share your morning commute with.
COLLEGE au
Movin’ by @mygsii
smut | one shot | 3.9K words
you’re moving to a new place and have called up some movers to help. you didn’t expect to find one of them extremely attractive, nor did you expect to have him all over you as soon as break time rolled around.
MOVER au
Mutual by @seokjxnnie
smut | one shot | 2.7K words
Your boss was always talking about how her son would be perfect for you, promising that he was going to the staff holiday party. He turned out to be the hook up that happened a couple months ago, who you kept around for some good dick.
OFFICE au
My Type by @shadowsremedy
smut | one shot | 6K words
Never judge a book by its cover.
COLLEGE au
neighbour by @imagniation
fluff, smut | one shot | 4K words
‘you think I can afford a plumber?’ your endearing neighbour jeongguk has magic hands that fix toilets and make you orgasm.
NEIGHBOURS au
one thing right by @hobios
🍙, fluff, angst, smut | series
“i’ve been wrong about a million times, but i’ve got one thing right.”
or, desperate to get your ailing mother into the best care possible, you ask your childhood friend turned enemy to marry you for his health insurance benefits. the only problem is it’s illegal. and he’s the sheriff. and you swore to hate him since the day he broke your best friend’s heart.
ENEMIES TO LOVERS, FAKE MARRIAGE, SHERIFF, SLOW BURN au
One Year, My Love by @hayjeon
🍙, angst, fluff, smut | two shots
You forge a marriage contract with the strangely speaking man who suddenly stumbled into your town with memory loss, but little do you know that he’s actually the lost Crown Prince, and a lot can happen between a married man and woman in one year.
FAKE MARRIAGE, ROYALTY au
Orange Tulips by @kainks
angst, fluff, light smut | one shot | 10.2K words
You’d remember Jungkook with every life you lived. Only he’d never remember you, never recall how your fates were written in the stars since the beginning of time.
REINCARNATION, SOULMATE au
Pay by Play by @yoonia
smut | one shot | 3.6K words
—part of @bangtansmutcentral‘s Made With Love Project
CAM BOY au
Pen Pal by @chinkbihh
angst | series
As a lonely person, the idea of exchanging letters with someone apart from society was actually quite appealing to you. In a random act of charity and desperation, you sign up for a pen pal and get paired up with an inmate named Jungkook. The letters were meant to help him cope with prison life, but little did anyone know it was actually driving him more mad.
PRISONER, SERIAL KILLER, YANDERE au
Piss Off Your Parents by @littlemisskookie
smut | one shot | 16.4K words
In an effort to piss off your parents you move in with their worst nightmare- a boy with tattoos, a rock band, and an irresistible charm.
BAD BOY, FAKE DATING, RICH, ROOMMATE au
Play Pretend by @seokoloqy
smut, angst | one shot | 8.6K words
walking under ladders, splitting the pole, breaking mirrors, going near black cats—just to name a few things Jeon Jungkook doesn’t do before his soccer games.
And after Jungkook catches his girlfriend cheating on him, he’s going to need a little more than luck to get her back. He needs you.
FAKE DATING, FRIENDS TO LOVERS, SOCCER PLAYER au
Quarter Quell by @chinkbihh
ON-GOING | 🍙 | series
Every 25 years there is a Quarter Quell edition of the Hunger Games. Quells mark the anniversaries of the districts’ defeat by the Capitol, and include special celebrations. The Games involves some sort of twist that makes them even more disastrous or difficult to compete in, or watch.
HUNGER GAMES, YANDERE au
Redolent by @baeseoul
ON-GOING | angst, smut | series
You and Jungkook have a past, but the biggest mistake of his life has him losing you in every way. It isn’t until the smell of the unique combination of vanilla and pear blossom for the first time in over a year reminds him of you and your endearing candle obsession that he’s forced to reminisce about what he had, and what he lost. He wants to reconcile, but what if you’re doing just fine without him?
INDIE ROCKER, MUSICIAN au
Rigor Mortis by @readyplayerhobi
smut, angst, horror, fluff | one shot | 28.5K words
A night out at a bar results in you going home with a young and attractive police officer. But if you think the night was something to remember, that’s nothing compared to waking up to find a zombie outbreak in the city. A chance encounter with Officer Jeon leads to him helping you escape from the plague infested city.
POLICE OFFICER, ZOMBIE au
ROTTENFOLK by @junqkook
🍙, smut, fantasy | one shot (in dire need of a part two though!!!) | 13.5K words
a look was as hazardous as chemicals, a kiss as perilous as poison; his eyes and lips felt akin to a cure, but he was purely venom.
—part of BTS Smut Club’s The Heatwave Project
FAIRIE, ROYALTY au
roulette. by @taesthetes
light fluff, angst | one shot | 1.2K words
noun : a gambling game of chance.
he loves me, click, he loves me not, bang.
ASSASSIN, MAFIA au
Ruin the Dress... Shirt by @fortunexkookie
smut, fluff | one shot | 4.8K words
What could possibly go wrong during a romantic Valentine’s Day dinner with your brand new boyfriend? Let’s be honest, you shouldn’t have even asked.
NEW RELATIONSHIP au
Scum’s Wish by @bobagukk
angst, smut | one shot | 4.8K words
Secret Slut by @jeonsweetpea
🍙, smut | two shots
Jungkook accidentally gifts you, his boss, a sex toy for Secret Santa.
ASSISTANT, CEO au
skype sex by @floralseokjin
smut, fluff | one shot | 2.9K words
—part of the first love, last love drabble series
CYBER SEX au
Somnolent by @forgottenpasta
fluff | one shot | 3.5K words
After spending one night in bed with you, Jeongguk finds out he is unable to sleep unless you’re sleeping with him.
ROOMMATE au
Sprout by @hugseoks
fluff, crack | one shot | 1.2K words
After a nice evening out with your friends, you find yourself coming home to your sleeping toddler and the new hairstyle she had tried on your husband.
DAD, HUSBAND au
stand-in by @gvksp4ce
angst, smut, fluff | one shot | 10K words
frat parties always suck to a certain degree, especially when you walk in on your best friend’s partner nailing your own boyfriend on said buddy’s bed. However, drowning in self-pity was not on Jeon’s watch.
COLLEGE, FAKE DATING, FRIENDS TO LOVERS au
strawberry lips by @personasintro
fluff | drabble | 2.8K words
it’s not your fault your professor is extremely young and oh, so hot
PROFESSOR au
Summer Solstice by @brokenspinez
smut | one shot | 6K words
Down on your luck and desperate for a successful harvest, you pray to the gods. You figure no one in heaven was listening to your prayers when nothing happens immediately. But one fateful night, your prayers are answered. Are you willing to pay the price? The sacrifice might not be what you were expecting….
GOD au
Tangsuyuk Love by @full-of-jams
fluff, smut | one shot | 11.5K words
College student Jungkook flirts with a customer who always orders take-out tangsuyuk at his part-time job. Meanwhile he’s miserably trying not to fail his Math class, while hiding his ever-growing crush on you.
COLLEGE, FRIENDS TO LOVERS au
tell me no lies by @jeongi
angst, smut, minimal fluff | one shot | 15.1K words
You chose to rob your boss, however; you never expected to fall in love with him.
—part of BTS Smut Club's Under Fire Summer Project
CEO, CRIMINAL, ROBBERS au
the beast hidden inside by @harvcore
smut | one shot | 1.5K words
never come home smelling like another man, especially when it’s mating season.
or 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐬…
ALPHA au
the best part of me is you by @yourdelights
fluff, smut, angst | one shot | 9K words
Having been best friends since childhood, you’re an expert in all things Jungkook. You know everything about him, from how he took his coffee to the sound of his laugh after a successful prank. There was no part of him that you didn’t know like the back of your hand, or so you thought. Your view on things gets a bit skewed after discovering the one secret Jungkook had kept from you: he’s a camboy.
BEST FRIEND, CAM BOY au
the coffee shop contract by @gukyi
fluff | one shot | 18K words
apparently, having an instagram profile with a different girl in every picture is reason enough for your friends to strike up a deal where they’ll pay you to have a relationship. well, jeon jungkook’s no good at relationships, but a fake relationship isn’t a real relationship. is it?
COLLEGE, FAKE DATING au
the engagement by @virgoknj
angst | drabble | 3.4K words
in where your ex jungkook appears at your engagement party
EXES au
the jeon twins by @krreader
fluff, angst | one shot | 3.2K words
jk thought he was doing this for his twin’s good. falling in love with you while pretending to be kookie was never something he planned on doing and he hated himself for it.
COLLEGE, TWINS au
The Jorts by @gukslut
fluff, smut | one shot | 6.5K words
ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP au
the sea & the storm by @jamaisjoons
angst, fluff, smut | one shot | 20K words
the sea is a powerful mistress. she is calm and beautiful. she is mysterious and alluring. she is a force to be reckoned with. above all, however, she is lonely. until she meets him.
—part of the Fantastical Stories for Curious Souls collaboration
SEA SPIRIT au
the train of lost souls by @inktae
angst, fantasy, fluff | one shot | 13.6K words
The moment you step inside the train, you are given two options.
You can choose to live, to be given a second and a last chance in life, in exchange for your memories and your previous existence. You can choose to be alive again, but it can only be an entirely new life. Everyone you’ve ever crossed paths with would forget your name. All the pain and the love you knew, all the ups and downs that made you hurt and made you smile — all of it, completely gone.
Or you can choose to move on, to give your life away while keeping your memories until the end of time. To step out of the world of the living and to embrace a new kind of loneliness, but with the warmth of your past always safe between your cold hands.
You are dead, but it’s up to you to do something about it.
The choice is solely yours.
The Truth About Forever by @thedefinitionofbts
romance, implied smut, angst | one shot | 6.3K words
There are a lot of things you know. You knew the water in the lake was the clearest, most fresh tasting in the world and that lavender hyacinth graced every hillside, peeking through patches of wild grass and forest green shrubbery. You knew the weather was pleasant enough and the air clean enough even for someone with a body as weak as yours to sleep peacefully under clear moonlit nights. You know a lot of things, but there was one thing you didn’t know…
“Jungkook and Y/N forever…” Seokjin reads the little inscription on the corner. “Hey, this person even has the same name as you, how weird.”
SLICE OF LIFE au
the universe of us. by @taesthetes
🍙, fluff, angst, fantasy | one shot | 21.1K words
nefelibata : (noun) lit. “cloud-walker”; the one who lives in the clouds of their own imagination or dreams
The story of Icarus tells of a naive being who loved the sun and flew too close, leading to his untimely descent into the ocean. But what the tale didn’t speak of was how the sun and the moon fell in love with him, too. And with the pull of the tides due to the attraction of the sun and the moon, he tosses and turns, torn between two entities.
So if Kim Taehyung embodies the sun, then Jeon Jungkook is the moon.
And you are Icarus.
DREAM, SLICE OF LIFE au
The Virgin Volume by @kpopfanfictrash
smut, angst | two shots
The year? Some point after college. The occasion? Namjoon is getting married and the Rich Man’s Crochet Club has convened once again. Somewhere between the drinks and the laughter, everyone has the same realization: Jungkook has never been in a serious relationship. In the name of all that is holy (Overwatch and booze), the club’s mission is revived. Now though, their goal is much more perilous. Now, they aim to find Jeon Jungkook a girlfriend.
—part of The Rich Man’s Crochet Club series
COLLEGE, FRIENDS O LOVERS, VIRGIN au
the wedding planners by @gukyi
fluff, light smut, light angst | one shot | 28K words
jeon jungkook is three things: cocky, terrible, and your worst enemy. then your best friend hoseok gets engaged to the love of his life, and suddenly jeon jungkook is four things: cocky, terrible, your worst enemy, and the man you will be spending the next seven months with in order to plan your best friend’s wedding.
and then, as if your life couldn’t get any shittier, you make the poor decision of sleeping with him on the first day of the job.
ENEMIES TO LOVERS, WEDDING au
through the night by @nightbts
ON-GOING | 🍙, fluff, angst | series
IDOL au
Travel Diary by @nitaescence
fluff | one shot | 2.5K words
BOYFRIEND, VLOGGER au
way down in bed stuy by @minstrivia
smut, light angst | one shot | 5K+ words
as a final farewell you fuck your sister’s unbelievably attractive knave boyfriend that you definitely do not have feelings for…again.
CHEATING au
Welcome to the Underworld (AO3 Link) by @spookitokki
fluff, smut, fantasy | one shot | 9.6K words
In a dark little second-hand shop downtown, stuffed in an alleyway you only stumbled into because you were lost, you found a charming antique radio. When you turned it on, it began to play what would become your favorite radio show, “Welcome to the Underworld”
DEMON, RADIO SHOW HOST au
youngblood by @jinitude
smut | one shot | 14.6K words
“I don’t care if he’s got the potential to be the next big thing. I’m done trying to chase a story that doesn’t exist. The kid is a wet leaf left on the curb to dry and crumble into pieces the next day. You’re going to send me to five of his concerts and I can already tell you how each one is going to go. He’s a wannabe bad boy who jizzes his pants when he sees a girl looking at him. Assign me someone else.”
ENEMIES TO LOVERS, JOURNALIST, ROCK STAR au
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She is a Constantine
The one day this shitty hotel decided to have an out of order elevator', Zed cursed as she looked up to only see a beige trenchcoat coat fluttering like a flag as it raced up the far too many flights this overpriced building had installed.
"John! Aren't you just being paranoid?" Zed shouted after the man in front of her as she attempted to keep up with him, as well, also trying to get answers out of him—which is a hard enough task as it is when she actually has his attention.
They were supposed to focus on purging some low-level demons set loose when a couple of civilians somehow managed to dig up the original copy of the highly dangerous, "Grimorium Verum". Well, they managed to get the book, but they also attracted the attention of John's good ol' friend, Papa Midnite; who has been giving them quite a hard time but John managed to knock him out.
Zed believed that they did quite well against him but somehow he said something before he fell that set John running without a word back to the hotel room they rented.
"John!", she called out once again as they finally reached the floor they were staying on, but she only saw the tail of his trenchcoat as he took a sharp turn around the corner, "seriously, you are being very-"
She cut herself off when she also reached the room they were staying in, only to find the door thrown off the hinges,"-...paranoid."
John was already inside, his back to her as he worryingly looked around at the ransacked room that had been perfectly fine when they left. Zed knew it wasn't the mess that had him anxious, it was the lack of a certain half-demon whom they had left watching some pony cartoon on the now overturned couch. The show was even still playing, but not even a tuft of the girl's purplish hair to be found.
"I should have known he'd just trace the magic back here, how could I just live her alone with the one thing Papa Midnite will kill for!" While it seemed John was talking to her, Zed knew he was actually berating himself, "Fuck, if he touched even a hair on her head I swear-"
"John," Zed softly approached him, wanting to calm the magician before he jumps so far to a conclusion that she or common sense won't be able to reach him anymore, "Papa hates your guts, yes but you and I know he'll never kill a child."
"What about his goons? Midnite distracted us and sent them here and I'm sure his goons would do anything not to fail him. ", John retorted as he began to scratch his hair with enough force it's as if he actually wanted to rip it out.
"She might still be here."
John finally turned to face her and Zed could now fully see the panic on his face. To a normal person, John looked irritated at most but Zed has been around him long enough to start to see the cracks in his poker face of sarcasm, "Look around Zed! If she was here, I'd fucking sense her!"
Zed felt a bit offended at his outburst, she didn't even know John had left the grimoire here! She thought the whole reason Papa was hexing them to next week was to get it off John but this seemed to be another of Constantine's genius plans gone wrong.
Putting her hands on her hips, she stood her ground, "And who's fault is that John? How could you just leave one of the most sacred dark-magic books with a child who thinks a show on the magic of friendship is the pique of entertainment?!"
John was never one to admit he was too blame chose to fight back, "I didn't know! I'm not fucking omnipresent! That's why I put up the bloody wards!"
"And look what good those did," Zed huffed as she folded her hands, "now they have the grimoire and have done god knows what with Raven."
"um..."
"Think I don't know that Zed because newsflash, I do!"
"Well, how do you plan to fix it!"
"...actually..."
John moved towards what was left of his books on the table and picked up a piece of chalk, "I don't know, fuck, I can try to trace her magic. She has a naturally high amount of it, it'll be easy to find."
Zed followed after him, her anger now replaced with worry, "Maybe if I'm near something of her's I can get a vision, where's that teddy of her's that she's always with? The one that Nun made?"
A small pair of hands held out the purple bear in question, "here you go Zed."
Zed accepted it gratefully, "Thank you, Raven."
And then there was silence in the room.
Zed looked at the doll in her hand and then at the small face looking up at her and then back at the doll, then back at the face and this charade continued for a while till she shouted, "Raven!", causing the little girl in question to giggle.
This sound alerted John who looked up from the symbols he had already begun drawing on the floor. Before Zed could even move, John had rushed past her in a beige coloured blur and had the half-demon up in his arms in a well-deserved hugged.
"Oh my sweet blackbird, I'm so glad your ok,", John yelled while he spun Raven around and pressed warm kisses to her small cheek causing more giggles to escape Raven's throat.
This was an odd scene for Zed who was quite used to the silent little girl who hexes old ladies that try to pinch her cheek or pat her head.
In fact, the first time Raven allowed physical contact with Zed was when she held her hand in a crowded street one time, and while Zed knew it was only so the tiny demon wouldn't get lost in the much taller crowd, she still felt like some chosen saviour.
So Zed just really couldn't help the tinge of jealousy she felt knowing that John is an exception to this 'no-touch' rule whenever he pleases while she can only relish in the crumbs.
Raven must have sensed her feelings cause she turned to her and smiled— an expression Zed felt fit her angelic features more than the usual deadpan expression.
Giving a soft smile back herself, she placed a hand on the girl's soft face(which fortunately went unhexed), in a tender gesture and asked, "Rae you gave us a heart attack, where were you?"
The dark-haired girl just tilted her in confusion before replying with a simple, "the closet." and pointed in the direction of said object.
Both Zed and John looked at the small cabinet that she was implying and couldn't help but be entertained as it was such a childish yet genius choice of hiding.
But the entertainment didn't last long as they realized something would have had to cause her to go into hiding.
Setting her down on the table, John and Zed immediately began to check her pallid skin for any injuries and to their relief, there was nothing major. The only damage to her delicate skin was a bruise on her knee but that was enough for John to demand a full breakdown of what exactly happened so he can know how many bones of Midnite he needs to break.
After 10 minutes, Zed and John had the full story of what happened while Raven nibbled on a chocolate bar she rightfully earned.
"So let me get this straight, you sensed about four guys approaching here and before they arrive, you grabbed Mr Teddy here, ran into the cabinet and stayed there till you heard us arguing, and you only bruised your knee cause you bumped yourself when crawling in?" John confirmed.
"Yep."
"You should've grabbed a phone and called us or something,", Zed muttered as she rubbed a chocolate stain off the girl's chubby cheek, "what if they saw you? Next time teleport to me and John immediately, got it."
Looking down, Raven softly replied, "Yes Zed."
"Oi, lay off her," John joked as he placed a big hand on her head, lightly messing up her dark-purple locks much to Zed's annoyance cause she is the one that combs her hair out every morning but before she can complain, John sighs, "Shit, Midnite still has the Grimoire, just great."
Zed was going to sigh with him when Raven let out a sheepish, "well...", reaching for the toy that Zed had been holding onto, she wrapped her hands around it and after some muttering, a ray of purple surrounded its form and it transformed into the exact tome that John and Zed had worked so hard to find and keep safe, "...I had been practising glamour spells before the guys arrived and thought this would be a great time to test it and I guess it worked."
Her wide violet eyes looked up at them as if looking for praise and they really did want to give it to her but they were just so shocked by her to speak.
John was the first to react and a wide grin broke out on his face, "You are a Constantine!"
He relaunched his attack of hugs and kisses to Raven's temple, this time Raven acted annoyed and tried to push him away but her blooming blush and the sound of a few lamps exploding betrayed her and showed her real emotions.
Zed still only looked at the book in her hand, remembering how it had felt and weighed the exact same you'd expect a knit teddy bear too. She just couldn't wrap her head around how such a young girl was already so talented with magic that it would put some adults to shame but before she could stay on the topic the sounds of Raven's voice brought her back.
"Ew, let go of me!" She whined as she used her small hand to try and push John's face away but that would not deter him and instead, he laid a lick to her palm which only infuriated her more as the window near them cracked, "GROSS!"
Zed couldn't help the laugh that escaped her. Those two were really something. Dropping the book on the table, she went to go save her little Raven away by pulling her away before she ends up blasting John through a room— so maybe she's actually saving John.
As for her previous question, the answer was simple:
She's a Constantine.
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"Now, what's the meaning of this?" Papa Midnite's voice was deep and loud to achieve its purpose in causing shivers to run down his lackey's spine as he held up a purple, knitted bear with different sized buttons for eyes.
One of them managed to gain some confidence and he dropped to the floor at Midnite's feet to plead for himself and his brethren, "Papa, I swear, it was definitely the book you asked for, we don't know what happened!"
Papa growled, "I know that, I'm wondering how all you managed to get tricked. Not even by Constantine himself but by a child!"
"But there was no kid there we checked everywhere, honest Papa!"
Midnite just sighed as he fell back onto his seta, rubbing the bridge between his nose as he contemplated whether to get better men or if he simply was the only one capable of doing things right around here.
As he grumbled, the purple toy in his hands caught his eyes.
He thought it was just the supernatural world being bored when he heard that the John Constantine adopted a little girl but this doll proved the rumours through.
If this child was also as terrifying as the rumours say, it was best Papa met her soon before another card to Constatine's deck is added in which he cannot compete with.
part 2 soon? probably but only cause I wanna right midnite & raven interaction
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Hold Me Close
John Constantine x Original Female Character, Angst/Hurt Comfort
A/N: So this little bit of self-indulgence turned into a thing, because it's me and of course it did. I'm still in the early stages of developing Evie and her relationships, so please let me know what you think.
Warning: Mentions of child neglect, lots of crying
Summary: After an emotionally draining day, Evie finds herself with some unexpected company.
Word Count: 2.6K
The Waverider was completely silent, a rarity on the best of days, and a blessed relief to Evie.
She sat in the kitchen, holding a warm cup of tea in her hands. She hadn't taken a single sip in the fifteen minutes since she made it.
All the emotions of the day were simmering to the surface. A tightness clung to her throat making it hard for her to breath. She needed to cry. She needed to sleep. She needed to scream. She needed so many things, all she could do was sit and stare into nothing.
"Are you ever going to drink that?"
Evie blinked. Looking up, she finally noticed John leaning against the doorway, fully dressed in his usual white shirt and tie.
"John? What time is it? Shouldn't you be asleep?"
"I could ask you the same thing."
She wanted to say something smart. On any other day she might have, but she was just too tired to be clever. Instead, she raised her mug to her lips and finally took a sip.
It was warm and did its job, loosening the lump in her throat, but it did little to help with the one in her chest.
"Need something stronger?" John suggested.
She shook her head. "This is about as strong as I can handle right now."
"Fair enough."
She expected that to be the end of it. But he surprised her, walking into the kitchen and pouring himself a drink.
"What are you doing?"
He shrugged. "Well, you know what they say, misery loves company."
"And what have you got to be miserable about?"
He gave her a cynical smile. "Oh don't you worry love, I’ll think of something."
He took a seat beside her and raised his glass in a toast.
Evie obliged, clicking her mug against the tumbler before drinking.
They sat in silence for a moment. It was comfortable, but there were questions hanging in the air that needed to be addressed.
"What are you doing here, John?"
"I told you."
She shot him a skeptical look.
He let out a sigh. "I don't sleep most nights. I saw you in here and..." He met her eyes, his expression softening. "I saw the look on your face when you saw your mum."
The tightness came back in her throat. Quickly, she turned back to her tea and took a long swig. All it did was stall the inevitable.
"How much did Michael tell you?" she asked, with a twist in her stomach.
"Not much," he admitted. "Just that his dad died before he knew him, didn't talk to his mum and that his sister was about the only parent he ever really had."
Evie huffed out a short laugh. It certainly sounded like the description Michael would give, and a more accurate one than she was willing to admit before.
"I take it there's a bit more to it than that," he continued.
She nodded. "Just a bit."
She took a drink, once again assuming a natural end to the conversation.
"You're just going to leave me with that?" he asked.
Her brow furrowed. "Why do you want to know?"
"You seem to know most everything about me, whether I like it or not,” he answered, casually. “I like to work on an even playing field."
Evie considered him for a moment. It seemed like a reasonable answer. Still she couldn't help but feel her problems were childish compared to his. There was a reason she kept them to herself. Nobody actually wanted to know.
She turned her head away, her fingers rubbing absentmindedly against the mug. If she kept her mouth shut for just a few moments, he'd forget the whole thing.
She could feel the pressure building behind her eyes. Her grip tightened. She willed herself to breathe.
"Evelyn..."
She stopped.
Looking down, she finally noticed rough fingers pressed gently around her wrist. She followed the line connecting the fingers to a hand, then to an arm, moving her gaze ever up until she dared a glance at the man they were attached to.
John’s expression was not soft, but his eyes held something she had not seen in a long time; a need to understand. How could she say no to that?
“My dad died when I was eight,” she began, swallowing the roughness of her voice. “My mum took it really hard. She might as well have been dead that first year. I’m not sure she even left her bed. Gran watched after her and didn’t want me or Michael causing trouble.
“Eventually though Mum was able to leave the house and Gran even got her a job at a pub not far from where we lived. But, it didn’t last long. Mum just...wasn’t there anymore. She’d forget to go into work or mess up orders or any number of other things until eventually they had to let her go. She didn’t work after that. Dad’s life insurance kept us afloat and Gran helped so, it wasn’t like we were starving. Even so, she would still...forget. By the time I was ten I was cooking most of the meals and made sure to stop by the shop on my way home from school, that sort of thing. And Mum would just...drift. It was like living with a ghost.”
Evie paused, giving herself a moment to collect her thoughts.
“I can remember my dad, before he died. I can see his face. I remember bedtime stories and how he called me his little Evie Rose. But, for whatever reason, any time I try to remember what my mum was like, I draw a blank. Every memory I have of her is as this...corpse. It was easy for me to believe she was always like that. I convinced myself she couldn’t help it. She didn’t choose not to be there. She was trying and I just needed to pick up where she couldn’t. That was my job.”
Her throat tightened. She sucked in a breath and let it out with a slow quaver.
“But seeing her today, before...everything. She was real. She was real and alive and...there.”
Warm tears spilled down her face. She wiped them away, trying and failing to keep them in check.
“I know grief affects people differently. I know it does. I can’t imagine losing the love of my life like that. But I was her child. Michael was just three years old. We were alive and scared and confused, and we needed her. I needed my Mom and she wouldn’t…”
There was no stopping the tears now. Anger and resentment and grief twenty six years in the making poured out of her. It burned her skin, even if she tried to hide it, ever aware of the man watching her in careful silence.
“I spent so long telling myself it wasn’t her fault. I blamed myself for not doing better by her. But she never cared. I know she was grieving, but at some point she decided her grief was more important than her own children.”
She stopped, forcing herself to fill her lungs with much needed air.
“And I would get so angry. I used to think Michael was just being selfish, that he only cared about himself. But he knew. He knew what she was doing was wrong. He just wanted me to see it too. God, I said so many awful things.”
Guilt weighed in her stomach as she pushed away her straggling tears. She could still feel the prickling behind her eyes, but she didn’t want to spill any more than she had. She had no right to them.
“I’m just a horrible mess of a person.”
A scoff came at her side.
She turned, to see John shaking his head.
“Something funny?”
“Aye, everything,” he said, sardonically. “Trust a Catholic to come to that conclusion.”
“Excuse me?”
“Oh c’mon Evie, you’re not a horrible anything. You looked after your brother and your mum when no one else would. When you should have given up on her is a matter for yourself to deal with, but you’re not a bad person for holding out hope. As for Michael, I have a feeling he’s not as resentful as you think he is. Besides, he definitely had some of it coming.”
Evie couldn’t think of what to say, but the corner of her lip did quirk up, just a little. Still, guilt lingered and exhaustion was now taking the place of her anger. The prickling was back, reminding her of the tears still left to shed.
“Now, how about that drink,” John said.
Evie let out a long sigh, rubbing her hand across her face. "Not a bad idea. Honestly, what I could really go for is someone to just hold me for two or three...hours." She tried to make it sound like a joke, but the strain on her voice made her attempt at laughter come off as forced and awkward.
The look on John's face only made her feel worse. He had been uncharacteristically kind to her already. Now, she just made an embarrassing situation down right uncomfortable.
“I’m sorry I laid this all on you,” she said. “I should just go to bed.”
She stood quickly, not even bothering to grab her mug as she headed towards the exit.
She barely made it two steps when a hand grasped at her own.
“Wait.”
She turned.
He was still sitting. His eyes focused on their intertwined fingers. The expression on his face was unreadable. For a moment, she thought he’d let go and forget the whole thing. But then, he came to a decision.
Standing, he took a step toward her, never dropping his grip for a moment. He watched her, carefully checking she had no objections to how close he was.
Her stillness was his answer.
Reaching out his free hand, he cradled her head and guided her to him.
For a moment, neither of them knew what to do.
His hand slipped from hers, but found no place to land, as if he wasn't sure where exactly to touch her. All the same, the intent was felt.
Taking initiative, she leaned into him, resting her head against his shoulder as she wrapped her arms around him.
His clothes still held the scent of detergent with just a bit the tobacco smoke she secretly loved. She let herself breathe it in, enjoying the warmth against her cheek and the firmness of his body.
Slowly his hands found purpose. One wrapped tight around her waist while the other curled gently in her hair.
For a while, they just stood there, neither of them daring to break the quiet calm that had settled in the air.
"It's alright Eves," John whispered into her ear. "I've got you, love. It's alright."
It was only then Evie realized she was crying again. The tears and emotions leaked out of her, spilling over the side like an over filled sink. She was starting to shake, trying and failing to keep her breath in check all the while John held on, pressing her even closer into him.
"You're alright," he promised. "I've got you, Eves. You're alright."
The tears weren’t as violent as before. This was catharsis. The last breath of emotional release she needed. So, she let herself feel.
She cried for her brother. She cried for her father. She cried for what might have been and what was. All of it came out in gentle sobs made bearable by the man who wouldn’t let go.
She wasn’t sure how long she stood there, but after a while she had nothing more to give. Her breath returned to something manageable. Her heart, no longer quiet as heavy. Still, she couldn’t pull away from John just yet. She was too tired and he felt too good. She could see herself closing her eyes and staying right there until her legs gave out.
“Not that I’ve got anywhere to be,” he said, gently. “But were you serious about the two to three hours thing?”
She laughed, a real one this time; short, but bright and welcome.
“No,” she assured. “I wouldn’t do that to your reputation.”
He didn’t say anything back, but she took the hint.
With a great effort, she pulled herself from him, leaving her skin colder for it. Now that she had a proper view, a sudden spike of embarrassment shot through her.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said, immediately reaching to brush away the obvious stain on his shirt.
John looked down as if just noticing himself.
“Oh believe me, I’ve been covered in worse. Besides, holy woman’s oughta be good for something.”
“I’m not that holy,” she said, with not as much annoyance as that sentence usually carried.
“But you are good,” he countered. “You can’t be anything else.”
Again, something was missing from this usual exchange. The irony had somehow disappeared. The way he was looking at her now, she could believe he meant them.
Then, something happened. His expression became pensive. His eyes shifted away as he took a small step back, putting some visible distance between them.
“You should get some sleep,” he said, his tone now back to its usual guarded self.
Her brow creased in confusion. “You sure you don’t want company?”
“I think if this whole exercise has taught us anything it’s that you need to stop worrying about other people all the time.”
His tone was curt, but there was something performative in it, making it land awkwardly on its intended audience.
All the same, Evie knew rejection when she heard it and felt the intended hurt in her chest.
Apparently it showed on her face as John gave a long sigh. “Look just, get some rest and you can worry about me tomorrow, yeah?”
She nodded, but she couldn’t bring herself to leave just yet. She didn’t know what she had done to make John’s mood shift so abruptly, but she needed to fix it. He had helped her, after all. It didn’t feel right to end the night like this.
With cautious determination, she took a step forward, effectively closing the gap he had created.
John appeared frozen in place, his brow creased in confusion.
Taking the opportunity, she stood on her toes and pressed her lips to his cheek. She was met with rough stubble and the smell of whiskey, a combination she was surprised to find she liked. But couldn’t appreciate it as John turned his head, meeting her eyes.
“Now, why would you do something like that?”
Evie swallowed, a sudden dryness coming to her throat. His lips were much closer to hers than she anticipated.
“I just wanted to say, thank you,” she said, softly. “You’re a good man, John Constantine.”
He looked down at her, his throat and lip tightening as he shook his head. “No, I’m not.”
She smiled knowingly. “Yes you are.”
She kissed his cheek again, this time lingering just a moment as if touch would convey the truth of her statement more than her words could.
“Goodnight, John,” she whispered.
To her surprise, he didn’t push her away. His eyes lingered, floating between her eyes and lips and back again.
She held her breath, wondering if he would lean down and feel her lips for himself. She wondered if she would let him.
But he hesitated. A breath was drawn in and his gaze settled on her eyes.
“Sweet dreams, Evie.”
She nodded, feeling the moment slip away as quickly as it had come.
She settled back down on two solid feet, turned and walked back to her room without looking back. Only when the door closed did she allow herself to linger on the burning of her lips and the hard thumping in her chest.
She didn’t know what truly happened between her and John, but there was no use denying it. Something was different and time would only tell what that meant.
#legends of tomorrow#legends of tomorrow oc#arrowverse#arrowverse oc#john constantine#john constantine x oc#john constantine x reader#evelyn doyle
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Scarred By Time
Author’s Note: I'm procrastinating writing something else so I ended up picking this up once more. Another chapter will hopefully appear at some point.
Hope you enjoy.
Part One can be found here.
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Part Two
The building sitting at the edge of the city loomed above them as they walked towards it from the parking lot.
Everyone had heard of TM Consultancy these days. It was a think tank which had a reputation for creative brilliant solutions to problems most people would dismiss as unsolvable. They had appeared from nowhere about two years ago and quickly built their reputation.
Sara Lance looked at the three people standing with her at the entrance, Ray Palmer, Nate Heywood and Zari Tomaz, three people who didn’t normally work together. She knew them through some mutual friends and the bar she hung out at some weekends.
“What do a scientist, a historian, a hacker and a martial arts instructor have in common?” Sara asked thoughtfully.
Ray grinned at her, “I think we’re about to find out.”
Sara watched the main doors open before them. Swapping confused glances, they walked in and looked around the spacious comfortable almost empty reception area.
“Good morning,” the woman who stood waiting for them said as they moved closer, she had long chestnut brown hair with storm-grey eyes. Her face had a pleasant but neutral expression while she held a tablet in her hand, “Miss Lance, Dr Palmer, Mr Heywood and Miss Tomaz, it is a pleasure to meet you. Dr Hunter is waiting for you. Please follow me.”
They stared when she turned and walked through the wall behind her. Looking at one another again, they shrugged and followed the woman. All cried out in surprise and pain when they walked into a solid barrier.
“Gideon,” a man’s annoyed voice came making them turn to see Rip Hunter, owner of TM Consultancy standing inside an elevator. He was tall, with sandy hair, neatly trimmed beard, intense green eyes and was dressed head to toe in black, the only part of his body uncovered was his face despite the fact it was the middle of summer but the thing that especially caught Sara’s attention were the leather gloves he wore.
The woman reappeared asking innocently, “Yes?”
“Stop it,” he stated before turning to them, “My apologies, she has currently developed a rather childish sense of humour since her recent upgrade.”
Sara could see the others as bemused as she was, “What?”
“Gideon is the AI who runs the building,” Hunter explained, obviously trying not to laugh as Gideon crossed her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him before disappearing back through the wall once more, “Follow me and we can discuss why I’ve asked you here.”
“Thank you for coming,” Hunter said as they filed into an office decorated in neutral colours with a long dark wooden desk in the middle and the sun shining through the wall of windows, “I’m sure you’re all busy so I’m not going to waste too much of your time. The reason I asked you here is to offer you a job.”
“What?” Sara spoke up.
He gave a slight smile, “All four of you have very specific skills which would be useful in order for us to expand our business.”
“What work exactly?” Ray asked thoughtfully.
“We find solutions for problems that others can’t,” Hunter replied, “Each of you have the skills I am looking for to expand the team.”
Sara frowned before challenging, “Considering my skills, what job do you expect me to do?”
“You’re a leader, Miss Lance,” he said, “I want you to manage this team.”
“What wages and perks are you offering?” Zari asked, “Because we all currently have pretty good jobs.”
Hunter smiled slightly again, Sara wondered if he knew how to smile properly, before he told them, “Gideon has emailed you a copy of your contract as well as details of all monetary compensation.”
“And you can’t give us any specific details of what we’ll actually be doing?” Nate demanded.
Hunter mused for a moment before nodding, “I’ll send you some write-ups of our previous cases, but there is information that you will not be privy to unless you are working for us. I will say that your days won’t ever be able to be called boring.”
With that the meeting was over.
Rip stood in his office watching from the window the people, he had hopefully just hired, leave the property to consider his offer, stunned that he’d made it to this stage. ‘Time’ had confirmed that all those that were needed would be in the right place when required and Rip had been concerned that something would go wrong. It had been a long five years, three of which he’d spent alone and two more building up a business so that he had a way to bring the team together.
“I still do not believe that hiring them is a good idea,” Gideon’s voice made him turn to find her standing at his side.
“We need Sara to recant her wish now John and Mick have managed to capture the Djinn,” Rip reminded her, “But in order for her to do that then she must know about the fact she made it. If she’s working here, then we can ease her into the information. The other three will help with finding the information to convince her it’s real and not some kind of joke.”
Gideon rested her hand on his shoulder, the sensors in his clothes letting him feel her touch, “Then we need to get back to work.”
“Yes, we do.”
“Although,” Gideon noted, “You have not yet eaten this morning.”
Rip rolled his eyes, “I will get something just now.”
Gideon nodded, “Excellent. I will have something waiting for you in the dining room. I’ll meet you there.”
With that she disappeared, and Rip looked out the window once more at the four people walking away.
Part of him hoped this worked but he also knew if it did, then he would leave Gideon again.
And he hated that thought.
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Gideon had been watching her Captain carefully over the past few weeks since he’d made the decision to contact the Legends in this version of the world. John had managed to track down the Djinn who had tricked Sara into making the wish that created this reality, trap it and it was currently being stored in the Waverider under several layers of security both technological and magical.
Although she knew that this was what Rip had been working towards for many years, she feared him succeeding because Gideon would lose him once more.
She never used her hologram and turned her cameras off whenever he was in the shower or changing because Gideon knew Rip hated anyone, even her, seeing the scars that covered every part of his body.
The reminder that to give the Legends time to defeat Mallus after they had blundered in without a proper plan, he had been ripped apart by the energy from the time core.
“Gideon,” he called, letting her know he was dressed.
Turning her camera and hologram back on, Gideon smiled to find him dressed and heading out the room.
“Yes?” she asked as she followed him to the elevator.
“Have we received a reply from anyone yet?” he waited as Gideon sent the elevator down to the sixth floor so he could have breakfast.
Gideon shook her head, “I’m afraid not, Rip. However, it has only been a few days and the remuneration package you are providing may be giving them pause.”
“Should I have offered more?” Rip frowned concerned.
“From what Mr Constantine has said,” Gideon noted as they walked the corridor to the dining room, “You may have offered them too much.”
Rip rolled his eyes, “Money has never been something that has meant much to me, not since I was a child, and I stole whatever I could get my hands on. The Waverider always provided what I required. I probably should have had Mr Rory work out those details.”
“His economic knowledge is quite surprising,” Gideon noted.
Gideon gently touched his hand and Rip took a hold of it. She was relieved he had agreed to let her put the sensors in his clothing, Rip needed physical contact of some kind and would never accept it from Mr Constantine or Mr Rory.
Gideon knew from when Rip and Miranda had been together how much just a simple touch of his hand or kiss on his cheek from his wife, comforted and made him smile.
Rip turned to her and rested his other hand on her cheek, “I’m fine, Gideon.”
“I’m not,” she whispered, leaning into his touch, “Because the closer we get to fixing the mess Miss Lance made with her wish, the day I lose you again draws ever nearer.”
Sighing, Rip shook his head, “I’ve been dead a long time, Gideon. It’s just going to take this time.”
“Captain…”
“I’m at peace with my decision,” Rip told her, “I only wish it didn’t mean leaving you once more.”
Gideon closed her eyes and turned her face to press a soft kiss to his palm, “We have time before that moment comes, Rip and I will treasure each moment.”
“Have you found anything, Mr Constantine?”
Swearing John jumped, “Make a noise, Gideon before you appear.”
“I am constantly monitoring all parts of this facility,” Gideon noted with a roll of her eyes, “I am always here.”
Shaking his head and muttering under his breath, John pulled over the book so she could see it properly.
“I think I can summon the corporeal version of ‘Time’,” John told her, “But what do we do then? We can’t threaten him to keep Rip alive after we’ve fixed things.”
“I am aware of this, Mr Constantine,” Gideon replied sharply, “However, I will not allow Rip to die again without trying something to save him. This way we have a chance to find out what we can do.”
John shook his head, “I know, Gideon. Look,” he closed the book, “I need to collect some stuff to do the summoning so I will start gathering them up. And we can work on what we offer.”
She nodded, “Thank you.”
“He’s my friend too,” John reminded her, “And I won’t let him go without a fight.”
Gideon gave him a soft smile before she tilted her head, “The Legends have replied to the job offers. I will leave you to work while I report this to Captain Hunter.”
As Gideon disappeared again, John mused over everything. It was only a few hours after he’d been resuscitated into this world that Gideon asked him to find a way to help her save Rip after he saved the world.
He knew Rip and Gideon were close, but the past few years a lot of the time John could see how close they truly were. Gideon had implanted every piece of clothing Rip wore with sensors allowing her to physically interact with him. John had been a bit weirded out by it at first but realised after a while that it was good for Rip.
John smiled slightly, thinking back to anytime he saw Rip and Miranda together. How she would always place a hand on his arm, or lean into him to look at something, she’d brush a kiss to his cheek whenever she left the room or would simply sit on Rip’s lap without even acknowledging him.
It always made Rip smile and relax, Gideon knew this too so, as always, was looking out for her Captain.
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Sara stood with her arms folded as she stood just outside the TM Consultancy building.
“You know,” Zari said as she walked up to Sara’s side, “We only get paid if we go inside and work.”
Shrugging Sara asked, “Don’t you think this is a little odd?”
“A little,” Zari agreed, “I nearly passed out when I saw the salary we were being offered. Not to mention the bonuses for completed jobs.”
Sara nodded, “I know what you mean. It…” she hesitated, trying to find the words, “The job is amazing and so much better than the one I was doing but there is just something odd about it and Hunter.”
“His dress sense screams that,” Zari laughed, “Do you think he knows the all black outfit makes him look like a stick-insect?”
Sara chuckled, “It’s the fact every part of him was covered other than his face I found odd.”
Zari shrugged, “Maybe he just doesn’t like the cold.”
“We’re in the middle of summer,” Sara sighed, “Never mind. We’re due in ten minutes and I don’t want to be late on my first day.”
They started towards the gates and Sara mused over everything. There was something strange about this entire thing and she intended to find out what reason this guy had for hiring them. The money he offered them all was incredible, far more than she expected ever to earn with her qualifications.
Reaching the reception, they found Ray and Nate were already there, sitting on the plush couch just to one side of the desk.
“We were told to wait,” Nate told her, “I don’t think the computer likes us much.”
Sara and Zari took a seat as Zari asked, “Why?”
“Just the look she gave me,” Nate replied.
Ray shook his head, “You’re imagining things. She was very pleasant, and this time didn’t make us run into a wall.”
Zari chuckled, “Come on, that was a little funny. And the fact she’s an AI with a sense of humour, this job won’t be boring.”
“Boring is something I’m not expecting,” Sara mused.
“Are you ready for this, Captain?” Gideon asked softly as he stood in his office watching the video screen showing the four people waiting in reception.
Rip shook his head, “Honestly, no.”
Placing her hand on his back, Gideon whispered, “You don’t have to do this.”
Turning Rip took her hand, “I do. This world isn’t real. It is missing those who will step in and save it from dangers that normal people cannot.”
“Why is there no other way?” Gideon asked.
Sliding his arms around her, Rip drew her in for a hug, “Because there isn’t. Sara recants her wish, the world goes back to how it was…”
“And I lose you again,” Gideon sighed, her head resting against his shoulder, “Only this time it will be forever.”
Rip closed his eyes before he reminded her, “I made my choice, Gideon. I never wanted to leave you and I don’t but…”
“But?” she pulled back and looked at him with large eyes.
He let out a slow breath, “I can’t be selfish, Gideon as much as I want to. The world is wrong, and I made a deal to fix it. I made a promise.”
“You are far too honourable sometimes, Captain.”
Rip sighed, “You are probably the only one who has ever thought that.” He gave her a smile and rested his hand on her shoulder, “Let’s go meet our new employees.”
“I hope you ensure to remind them that I don’t take orders from them,” Gideon told him, turning on her heel towards the elevator.
Rip smiled and followed her.
The ding of the elevator made Sara jump to her feet along with the other three.
“Good morning,” Hunter greeted them, wearing basically the same outfit as he had been on the day he’d ‘interviewed’ them, except his polo neck was blue not black, “I’m glad you all decided to take up my offer.”
“Well,” Sara spoke for the group, “It was a hard offer to say no to.”
He gave a slight smile and handed Gideon who was waiting at his side the tablet he had been holding. Sara stared, feeling the others stunned looks as well, when the AI took it.
“How did you do that?” Ray demanded.
Hunter glanced at Gideon before replying, “Executive level clearance.” He turned and headed to the elevator frowning as he turned back to find them staring at him, “Please join me and we can start the tour.”
Sara took the lead and walked into the elevator with the other three joining after a moment.
“Before I show you your offices,” Hunter said as the doors closed, “I want to confirm to you the areas that are off-limits no matter what. These are the top two floors which house the apartments used by myself, Mr Rory and Mr Constantine. None of us will be happy if you wander into our private rooms. Secondly is the basement.”
“Keeping the bodies down there?” Zari asked with a chuckle.
Hunter gave her one of his slight smiles before replying, “Just filled with so much junk it’s dangerous and I don’t want any of you to get lost down there, it could take days to find you.”
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John went through his checklist for the summoning spell. It had taken him a month to get everything together with Gideon constantly checking on him.
He had avoided the Legends since Rip had brought them in, it was just weird that they didn’t know him, and he knew Mick was also avoiding being around them. The former thief and Bounty Hunter had taken to working in a Think Tank, amazingly becoming their security expert with enthusiasm. When they’d joined Rip and started creating the business, Gideon had gone about reorganising the building so that it worked both for their business but also for a place for the three of them to live.
“Please tell me you’re ready, Mr Constantine,” Gideon’s exasperated voice preceded her hologram appearing.
John smiled to himself at her irritation, “I take it one of our new recruits has annoyed you.”
“Mr Heywood insists on calling me ‘computer’,” she snapped, “Honestly it is only due my promise to Captain Hunter that I have not retaliated.”
“Sorry, Gideon,” he sighed, “I’ll talk to him. Because the last thing we need is Rip to deck him for disrespecting you.”
A sweet smile touched her lips and John, not for the first time since he’d been woken in this new world, realised how little he’d understood just how self-aware and ‘human’ Gideon was.
“Before that though,” John pulled out the spell book, “Lock the door and we can try the spell.”
Gideon nodded and John heard the click of the lock as he pulled out everything he required for the summoning.
“Okay,” he took a breath, “Are we ready?”
“Whenever you are.”
John started the summoning spell, feeling the enormous power he was bringing into the room but it wasn’t the first time he’d interacted with something powerful and held his nerve.
Finally a man stood in front of him, or it looked like the shape of a man but John couldn’t quite see the features or anything other than a slightly grey shape.
“Not many people are brave, or powerful enough, to summon me,” the voice echoed off every corner of the room meaning John was in no doubt this was ‘Time’, “Why have you done this?”
“Rip Hunter,” John said, “I want to know what is needed so that he will survive once he gets the wish recanted.”
‘Time’ tilted its head, “Rip Hunter is dead. I was only able to return him to life because of the wish. He knows this.”
“He does,” John replied, “But he deserves something more than to die again once he fixes things for you.”
“He does,” ‘Time’ agreed, “But I could only give him life in exchange for another.”
“Then take mine,” Gideon spoke suddenly.
John spun to her, “What? No?”
“You are an AI,” ‘Time’ mused, “Offering your basic immortal life for a human?”
“For him,” Gideon replied, “Yes.”
‘Time’ moved to her, “Do you understand what you are offering?”
“I do,” Gideon nodded, “And I want to ensure if I do this then he is completely whole once more.”
“Gideon,” John snapped, “Rip would never agree…”
“Your offer is accepted,” ‘Time’ interrupted John.
John frowned, “No, wait.”
“The offer was made without guile,” ‘Time’ told him, “Without deceit. It was given freely and has been accepted.”
With that said ‘Time’ disappeared.
John spun to Gideon, “Rip will never agree to this.”
“He does not need to know until after Miss Lance has recanted her wish,” Gideon told him.
“And you think I’m not going to tell him?”
Gideon nodded, “I know you will not.”
Bright light filled the room and John blinked.
Looking around he frowned, before checking the book, “It didn’t work, did it?”
“No, Mr Constantine,” Gideon replied, “What you intended did not happen.”
Sighing John said, “I’m sorry, Gideon. I know how disappointed you must be. I can try again.”
Gideon gave him a sad smile, “It took you almost two years to track down that spell. It is doubtful you will be able to find another in time.”
John sighed as Gideon disappeared and he began to tidy up, disappointed that he’d failed.
#fic#legends of tomorrow#rip hunter#gideon#john constantine#sara lance#zari tomaz#ray palmer#nate heywood#alternate universe
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Heaven, Hell and You
John Constantine x OFC (Valarie Moore)
Masterlist Chapter 1
Warnings- Violence, biblical references (sort of, I think)
Chapter 2
Humming under her breath, Valerie strolled through the little convenience store in the city. She still donned her uniform, light blue scrubs and white shoes, though thankfully, she was only half as tired as usual. Even better was the fact after her shift gone by, Valerie would have the next twenty four hours off and wouldn't have to see the hospital, and by extension, the ICU for the next day or so. It was her one day off for the week and she was determined to make the most of it. The most beginning with unwinding in a warm bath and a glass of wine.
The shopping basket was hooked in her crooked elbow as she slowly walked to the liquor aisle, slowing down even further as she passed shelves lined with different kinds of pasta on her way. Maybe she could make herself dinner too, instead of ordering takeout. For a minute, Valerie seriously considered it, but then, remembering how long it might take and how much she'd anticipated doing absolutely nothing, she decided that it could be an activity for some other night and that pizza would do just fine. Once again, she began, head down, cast towards the beat up tiled floor, not even noticing that she was walking straight into someone.
"Shit," she swore, coming into contact with a man's chest, consequently stumbling backwards, "Sorry," Valerie huffed a quiet, breathless chuckle upon noticing how strikingly handsome he was; sharp bone structure, pale skin and raven hair.
"Its my fault," he dismissed, not even bothering with returning her shy smile. Instead, he shoved one hand into the pocket of his black trench and readjusted his hold on his half filled basket, "Sorry about that," he nodded politely, proceeding to furrow his brows in what she perceived to be confusion. "Do I know you?"
Equally confused, Valerie's lips quivered with questions unspoken, and eventually, she found herself tucking a soft brunette lock behind her ear, the little diamond stud on her earlobe twinkling teasingly, “I don’t think so,” she licked her pink, bare lips, “Maybe I just have one of those faces,” Valerie giggled quietly, though, she could tell by the man’s stare that he wasn’t buying it for a second. It was slightly unnerving, the way he was looking at her, like he actually believed that they knew each other.
“Maybe,” he scoffed, apparently only agreeing cause he really couldn’t place her, “Sorry,” he cleared his throat quietly.
He seemed to shake off whatever he was feeling, moving to go around her before she could even dismiss his apology and assure him that it was all good. As Mr. Tall, dark and mysterious, went about his way, Valerie turned around, sparing him one last glance, trying to ignore the disappointment in their conversation being over. She didn’t really get out a lot, discounting work, and her flirting skills were very rusty, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t know a hot guy when she saw one, and she’d just spoken to one, barely.
When he didn’t look back, either pretending to not see her or just ignoring her completely, Valerie sighed heavily, continuing towards the limited liquor selection without another look back hoping to eventually dust off her disappointment that he hadn’t shown much interest in her.
2 Weeks Later
John usually preferred to drink alone, at his loft, sometimes in front of the television, sometimes while he worked. Needless to say, John didn’t ordinarily visit bars and pubs, but alas, Angela had called earlier that day wanting help with a case, and seeing that she was one of his only friends, he didn’t really think it right to refuse her. So there he was, at some no name, low lit place in the city, nursing a glass of whiskey straightening up when he saw her come through the doors of the place. “Hey,” she smiled softly, still in her work clothes, holster peeking out from beneath her blazer, file in hand, “You got started without me,” she nodded to the glass on the table as she sat on the opposing chair.
“You took too long,” he huffed, bringing the glass to his lips. The air around them stank of cigarettes, which wasn’t exactly ideal considering that, quitting had been hard, and even a year later, the smell alone still tempted him sometimes. Reaching into his pocket, he dug around for the pack of nicotine gum that he had taken to carrying around, shoving a stick into his mouth before talking again. “That the case?”
“Yeah,” she nodded, handing over the manila folder, “Why don’t you look it over while I go get a drink?”
Wordlessly, John took it, letting it lay open on the table before him, slowly sipping his drink as his weary eyes scanned the pages, looking for anything that would prove inhumanity. There were definitely some things that looked ritualistic, and John could certainly see why Angela had grown some suspicions; the Latin scrawling and the way the bodies had been mutilated pointed to something supernatural. But John could also easily see the human factors, the little details that showed him the killer was actually human; there were slight discrepancies in the incantations printed in blood on the walls and the marks were hardly drawn with fluidity. “Your guy, whoever he is, is human,” John eventually determined, sliding the folder back towards Angela.
Slumping her shoulders, she took a swing of her beer, running a hand through her hair with a defeated sigh, “Seriously? I just thought….”
“I can see why,” he nodded, “But here,” he hit one of the pictures with the pad of his fingers, “And here,” he tapped another spot, “These translations don’t make sense. It’s definitely Satanic worship, but not by a half breed.”
“Great,” She groaned, “Now its back to the drawing board I guess…” John didn’t really hear the rest of Angela’s sentence, for when he looked up, he was greeted by a familiar face. It was the girl from his dreams again, and of course, the same one he’d met at the convenience store just about two weeks ago.
Since then, he hadn’t been able to get her out of his head, his troubling dreams had only grown more lucid, and once or twice, he’d even found himself unable to determine if he was actually dreaming until he’d wake up, most times with his heart ready to burst from his chest and his mind a mess. At first, he’d tried to convince himself that meeting her had been a dream too, but now, seeing her walking into the bar, flanked by about four other people, John knew that it was real. She, whoever she was, was real.
And she was absolutely stunning in person, far better than what his mind had managed to conjure up. It wasn’t hard to think that she wasn’t real, John never thought that it was possible for a human to look so……..remarkably flawless. Could humans even be made that perfect? Part of him longed to know her; know who she was, what she was like, why she’d dominated his dreams for months before they’d even crossed paths. But another, though weaker, part urged John to keep his distance, to stay away from her; those dreams had to mean something, and above everything, they meant that she was trouble.
Still, John found himself, sitting in a wooden chair that didn’t really do anything for his back, staring at the girl he’d been losing sleep over as she stood at the bar, getting drinks while her friends claimed a table. She wasn’t wearing scrubs that night, instead, she’d switched them out for a little black dress that ended above her knees, boasting her very nice legs, with capped sleeves and tiny red polka dots about the entire thing. Though his eyes stayed on her, she didn’t look his way for a second, too busy trying to wave over the buzzing bartender.
“Are you even listening to me?” Angela snapped her fingers in front of John’s face, rousing his attention. Meeting her frown, John finished off his drink, not really able to lie and say he had been, considering she was very likely to question him on it, knowing full and well that he wouldn’t have an answer. “What are you looking at?” Angela turned in her chair, trying to see what, or rather who, he was seeing.
“Doesn’t matter,” he huffed gruffly, rolling his whiskey orbs and twirling the empty glass in his hands, “I’m gonna get another drink.”
“Feel free to flirt while you’re at it,” she teased lightly, and he largely ignored her, not even turning Angela’s way as he headed towards the bar.
He’d had every intention of ignoring her, just like he had when she’d turned around to give him one final glance back at the store, but by some unfortunate coincidence, the only empty spot left at the bar just happened to be right next to where she was standing. Slipping in, John maintained his silence, not even looking at the woman as he leaned on the lip of the varnished, wooden bar top, drumming his fingers impatiently. She didn’t seem to notice him at first, though, all she had to do was turn to the side to before her eyes lit up in recognition, “It’s you,” she gasped, taking a tentative step back.
Clearing his throat quietly, John didn’t bother to force a smile, smiling wasn’t really his thing anyway, “It is,” he nodded, “Funny seeing you here,” even if he had absolutely no interest in smiling with her, that didn’t mean he was particularly opposed to seeing her smile.
But, alas, she didn’t. John couldn’t blame her though, passing jokes weren’t really his area of expertise, and she just scrunched her face, “Is it though? I mean, its downtown L.A, you probably see the same person three times a week, it’s just, you almost knocked me over, so you actually remember.”
Rolling his eyes again, John shook his head, avoiding her pretty dark gaze. She had nice eyes. No, nice might have been an understatement, she had gorgeous eyes, so dark and bottomless, almost completely black. If given the opportunity, John thought that he wouldn't mind getting lost in them. Maybe that was why he’d been avoiding them so much, because he wanted to mind, because getting lost in her eyes meant he’d have to get to know her, and getting to know her meant letting her in. And his life wasn’t one that allowed for that sort of thing. Besides, he didn’t even know her name.
“You walked into me,” he argued half heartedly, hoping the bartender would make his way to their end soon. The longer he stayed, the more they’d talked, and the more they talked, the more he’d want to know.
“If I remember correctly, I believe you said that it was your fault,” she quipped, a teasing glimmer in her dark pools, and a smirk up turning her lips.
Huffing a chuckle, John sighed in relief when the bartender drew nearer, “I was being polite, don’t make me regret it.”
“What a gentleman,” the woman taunted sarcastically, no malice in her tone, though, it was laced with subtle intrigue, and before John knew it, she was offering her petite hand, “I’m Valerie, Valerie Moore.”
Reluctantly, John took her hand, enclosing it in his larger, calloused one, “John Constantine.” As hard as he tried, it was difficult to pretend that her touch didn’t have an effect on him. Her, Valerie’s, hands were so soft, and John felt like just the slightest haste could hurt them. He could see why she was in the medical field though, he could tell by the scrubs she’d been wearing, with the hospital’s name etched on the breast pocket, her hands felt healing. It was hard to describe how, but quickly, John had imagined that anyone graced by Valerie’s touch would feel better about anything in seconds, he knew he did.
Scrunching her face, Valerie giggled as she reclaimed her hand, and by just her relaxed demeanor, so different from how flustered she’d been at the store, it was obvious that she’d probably been drinking even before getting to the bar, “Like the Roman Emperor?”
Snorting, John squinted his eyes, “What?” He fought a smile, caught off guard by the fact.
Glancing down at their feet, her pale cheeks took on a rosy hue, accentuating her thick dark lashes, “It’s nothing,” she mumbled, her giddy giggles softer, “My dad’s a history teacher and sometimes I just-”
“Hey,” a matronly woman, no doubt years older than Valerie interrupted, gently laying a ring adorned hand on her girl’s bare shoulder. Maybe she was her mother, though it didn’t quite seem like it, surely though, she was someone that cared enough to come check in when Valerie was caught in conversation with a lanky stranger, “Everything okay hun?” The short, plump women looked between them, and it was only then that John realized just how close they’d been standing.
“Huh?” Valerie cast her wide innocent eyes towards her friend, “Yeah, I’m fine Martha, I was talking John’s ear off over here,” her blush deepened. She was so, painfully innocent John thought, girls in L.A weren’t usually like that, so blushy and reserved.
Nodding slowly, Martha gave John a cautious once over, as if determining whether or not he was worth her friend’s company or not, “Okay,” her tone held a skepticism and when the bartender placed a some beers near where they were standing, Martha took a few, only leaving behind one for Valerie, “Well, I’ll leave you two to it, but everyone’s right over there. Right Val?”
“Yeah,” she nodded astutely, “I’ll be right over, thanks Martha.” When the older woman was out of earshot, Valerie turned back to him, offering a shy smile and quick blinks. After, she took a quick, tentative sip of her beer, before speaking again, “Sorry about that, Martha’s just…..protective.”
“It’s okay,” John inhaled deeply, vaguely aware of Angela casting him an intrigued stare from their table. He knew she wasn’t jealous or anything of the sort; they’d tried the whole dating thing for a short stint, after he’d started cleaning himself up and she’d had time to properly grieve for her sister, but in the end, had decided that they were much better off as friends. “I should let you get to it,” he got his drink, another finger of whiskey, “Be careful, okay?” John didn’t know why he’d let himself say it, but the urge might have nagged him otherwise. He just couldn’t shake the feeling that Valerie might be in actual danger.
“Um,” stunned, Valerie straightened her back, swallowing thickly, “Yeah okay. It was nice to meet you John,” and before he could return her words, just after her smile faltered, she was turning on the flat heel of her black ballet pump and hurrying off towards the group she’d arrived with, and unlike that night in the store, she didn’t look back.
It was late when Valerie and her friends from the hospital had finally decided to leave the bar, nearly stumbling out onto the sidewalk. “You sure you’re good to drive Val?” Damien, one of the other Nurse practitioners, probed before he could start walking in the direction of his own car.
“Yeah,” already, she was rummaging through her little purse for her keys. Of course, she wasn’t exactly sober, but Valerie didn’t live too far away from the place they’d chosen, it was just about a fifteen minute to her place. “I got this,” she laughed giddily, trying to suppress a stumble as she moved away from the group. The rest of goodbyes were exchanged with an air of skepticism, and her friends seemed reluctant to let her leave, but Valerie was a bit past noticing their worry, eventually shaking them off, slowly staggering towards her car, parked all the way at the top of the street.
Everything was fine, at least for a while until the night chill broke through her thin coat and at some point, the path in front of her started to seem bleary. Worse yet, she was pretty sure that there was someone following her, keeping close the shadows, several feet behind her, their identity shrouded. Unnerved, she sped up, clutching her keys tightly, the metal cool in her palms. Heavy, shallow breaths were hard to contain, and that was when it happened, sending the iciest chill up her spine.
“Precious little Valerie shouldn’t be walking alone. Bad things happen when pretty girls walk alone….” The ragged, hoarse voice seemed closer than it ever had, and then, out from the shadows, merely two or three feet in front of her, was a boy, no older than sixteen, his skin hard and yellow, and his eyes unfocused and glassy.
Half a panicked scream left her quivering lips and Valerie could feel her heart trying to break through her ribs and leap right out of her chest. In an instant the boy…..or whatever was left of his apparently decaying form lunged for her, barely phased when she swung her bag offensively, hitting him square in the jaw. “What the fuck?” She breathed, too frightened to scream as she stumbled, falling back into the damp sidewalk.
Wildly, she kicked him in the face, not caring if her attempts of fighting back were barely buying her time. It couldn’t end that way; she was too young. “Let go of me!” She violently wiggled her leg out of his grasp, scrambling up and trying to run towards her car, her left shoe slipping off in the process, nearly causing her to slip on the slippery concrete.
For a split second, Valerie thought that she might have escaped her nasty faith, but nothing was as unforgiving as whatever was after her. Enraged, it’s high pitch, demented shrill rang out ear piercingly, “No!” It reached for the back of her dress, “Valerie comes with me!”
It was over. It had to be, the teenager from hell had caught her. He was stronger than her, or so she thought, and he was about to drag her to whatever hole he’d crawled out from. But then unthinkable happened, all in a blur; a familiar form leaping out of alongside the darkened store fronts, formerly protected by the darkness, was now fighting her battle for her. And much more efficiently too. In what seemed to be an instant, though might have just been minutes sped up by her adrenaline fueled mind, John ‘not the Roman emperor’ Constantine, had the kid pinned down, splashing what Valerie could only presume to be water, or maybe clear liquor on his face. Really, she didn’t know, but she could tell that it had been enough to weaken him enough, so John could subsequently start reading from a little black book. “Close your eyes,” he growled, taking a minute from his words.
“What?” Confused and scared, it was safe to say that Valerie was having a hard time processing even the simplest instructions.
Taking another quick, very reluctant break, John, more annoyed than ever, simply spat, “Your eyes, close them!”
Without any other reasonable explanation besides not wanting him, or anyone else to viciously attack her, Valerie shut her eyes tight. Her other senses kicked in, working in overdrive, trying to piece together what was going on, though all she could comprehend were John’s continued prayers and then, after a few minutes, a body tackling her, once again knocking to the floor again. It wasn’t the boy though, no, he had smelt disgustingly of sulfur, but this person gave off another aroma; soap, cologne and whiskey. Cracking one eye open, Valerie sighed in relief once her suspicions were confirmed; it was John.
His face hovered less than an inch over hers, lips so close that it would take barely any effort to lean up and kiss him. Their breaths were shared and Valerie could feel John’s hard chest pressing on her breasts, his weight heavy on hers, though, she didn’t think she wanted him to move anyway. His presence and their proximity was so consuming that she hadn’t even noticed the shattered glass surrounding them, pieces caught in her hair, though his larger body shielding her from the worst of it. “You-”
She didn’t get to finish, for the minute that John realized that he was lingering, holding her down for longer than he needed to, he struggled into a standing position, offering his hand to help Valerie do the same. “You need to come with me,” was all he chucked out when they’d just started grasping their bearings, his fingers enclosed around her upper arm, trying to pull her along.
Though, now sobered by her near heart stopping experience, Valerie fought his grip, almost yelping when she saw the boy laying on the ground, looking far different from how he’d been when he attacked her, and the glass from one of the store fronts completely shattered, “What the fuck is going on?” Her hair was wet from some puddle or the other, her clothes were soaked through too and one side of her shoes was still missing. And that was just the physical damage. What was going on in her head was something entirely different.
“I can explain this when you’re safe,” he urged her along, not even phased by her fighting.
Trying to yank her arm away, Valerie refused to give in so easily, “And I’m safe with you? I barely know you. And we can’t just leave that kid on the sidewalk.”
“He wasn’t the one that almost died back there,” his low, gruff voice dripped with annoyance, and Valerie could tell that he really just wanted her to shut up. But how could she with all that was going on?
“What was that back there? What the hell was wrong with that kid? Are you a priest, why were you saying Saint Michael’s prayer?” The questions just tumbled out of her mouth, right as she’d finally wrenched herself from John’s grip.
Finally, realizing that she was too stubborn for them to make it to his car, John slumped his shoulders, begrudgingly giving in. Why’d he have to want to save her so bad? “You speak Latin?”
“What?” She scoffed, folding her arms, “I don’t, and if you’re not going to answer my questions, then I’m going back to my car.”
Turning on her heel, Valerie had just started walking again, when John halted her with a series of brief explanations, “That was a possession, and then an exorcism. That kid was possessed and no, I’m not a priest.” When she turned back to him, he slipped his hands into the pockets of his black slacks, “Now lets try this again, do you speak Latin? And don’t lie to me.”
“I don’t,” now traded places, with Valerie being the annoyed one, she spoke through gritted teeth, “Why’s that so important to you anyway?”
“You ask so many questions,” he rolled his eyes, “And its important because that’s the only way you would have understood a word of that prayer. Unless you’re a really devout Catholic.”
Taken aback, Valerie’s eyes widened, jaw hanging slack, “I’m not,” she gasped, she couldn’t even remember the last time she’d set foot in a church or even prayed. “You…..I….you were…...that was Latin?”
“Well it wasn’t exactly English,” John joked, dry and humorless, only frowning when he noticed her trouble, “But you didn’t know that.” All she managed was a slight shake of her head. “Did you understand what he was saying?”
It couldn’t be. “Yeah,” nothing followed the breathy peep, as Valerie was too busy getting lost in a swirling pool of despair. A demon possessed kid knew her name, tried to kidnap her, and now she could speak dead languages? Maybe she should have just stayed home that night. “What’s…..I don’t understand.”
“Neither do I,” John grabbed her shoulders, probably thinking it would ground her, Valerie knew the little trick well, it was something she did when patients started freaking out, something about having someone’s comforting touch was centering. “But I might be able to help you, I just need you to trust me, okay?”
Trust him? A man she didn’t know? A man who could probably want her dead, just like some apparent demon.
But his eyes were so sincere, and beneath his cynicism and sarcastic quips, it actually seemed like he cared.
It wasn’t something her father would approve of, and Martha would definitely give her a lecture or two on her naivety, but there she was, thinking that maybe John was exactly who he said he was; someone that could help.
“Okay,” Valerie relented, finally letting John urge her to his car, going wherever he’d take her just so she could have some answers.
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Robotnik: Into the multiverse (part 1/?)
Word count: 12,395
A/N: a little-big story that was the result of a little roleplay me and my friends did. For some context btw, I’m going to mention who played which characters:
My characters: Zinnia Frost, Theodore Collins, Tweety & Dr Ivo Robotnik (aka Robotnik #2, who’s from another universe).
@jimbotnik: Emil Sobel, Agent Stone, Dozy & Dr Robotnik (aka Robotnik #1, who’s from this universe).
@blood-on-my-paws: Zonic the Zone Cop, an alternate version of Sonic.
@stuffedfoxwiththewifipassword: John Constantine and Liam Constantine.
Have fun reading this convoluted mess of a story uwu. And yes, it loosely follows the movie-verse.
After Robotnik successfully made it into this universe, it took him barely an hour to locate Zinnia and his other self, along with a few unpleasant individuals. Instead of contacting them outright however, he first set up a base deep in the woods up in mountains a few miles from Zinnia’s house.
The mess that he’ll later find himself into, started with a series of text messages:
Dr Ivo Robotnik
To: The Imposter
So Zinnia is your assistant. It seems I’ve crossed into another universe. A minor setback but it can be easily corrected.
Dr Robotnik
To: Fraudulent Idiot
Precisely! You just toddle back into your universe before you ruin everything for me.
Zonic the Zone Cop
To: Everyone
How the FUCK did two Robotniks end up in the same universe?!
Dr Frost
To: Everyone
I’m sorry, what? OwO And who are you?!
Zonic the Zone Cop
To: Everyone
I’m a zone cop, and I have to get these guys back to their worlds...
Dr Robotnik
To: Everyone
Nice, TWO hedgehogs...
Zonic the Zone Cop
To: Everyone
I don’t get paid enough for this
Dr Ivo Robotnik
To: The Imposter
Wait, you have your assistant but I don’t?! That’s unacceptable! I’m taking yours! She’s mine now!
Dr Robotnik
To: Fraudulent Idiot
Just go ahead and try. Your head will be on a pike in my personal surveillance room if you go anywhere near her. She's MINE.
Dr Ivo Robotnik
To: The Imposter
I always like a good challenge.
Dr Robotnik
To: Fraudulent Idiot
Have you ever tracked another man on foot through the moonlit forest, each breath burning your lungs, adrenaline racing as you close in? Have you ever been transfixed by the light of pure, primal terror in your victim's eyes? By the hitch of their breath as the knife goes in, the one shortly followed by a scream louder than they've ever produced? Have you ever truly relished the way that their cries for mercy and their begging give way to bestial vocalizations of fatal agony?
Dr Robotnik
To: Fraudulent Idiot
I look forward to meeting you.
Dr Ivo Robotnik
To: The Imposter
That’s quite a reply. I think you should relax. You don’t need to prove anything. We both know that I am the better one of the two of us.
Dr Frost
To: Dr Robotnik #2
So, there’s two of you now? OwO So different dimensions do exist! I’ve always been fascinated by this.
Dr Ivo Robotnik
To: Zinnia
Yes, unfortunately there is two of me. Although, you don’t exist in my universe anymore... But that can be easily rectified!
Dr Frost
To: Dr Robotnik #2
How exactly? OwO
Dr Ivo Robotnik
To: Zinnia
You’ll come with me back to my universe, of course!
Dr Frost
To: Dr Robotnik #2
Ummm, no. Thank you for asking though.
Dr Ivo Robotnik
To: Zinnia
That wasn’t a question
Zonic the Zone Cop
To: Robotnik #02 and Zinnia
Do not steal people from their universes!
Zonic the Zone Cop
To: Robotnik #02
If you don’t stop I’m going to arrest you
Dr Ivo Robotnik
To: Hedgehog cop
Oh great. Another hedgehog. Just what I needed. It seems you can’t leave me alone even in another dimension! But don’t worry, I’ll deal with you later.
Zonic the Zone Cop
To: Robotnik #02
I’m trying to protect the dimensions, that’s why!
Dr Ivo Robotnik
To: Hedgehog cop
Not for long.
Zonic the Zone Cop
To: Robotnik #02
I’m... I’m not gonna argue with you. But if you don’t go back to your world, I’ll take you back there
Dr Ivo Robotnik
To: Hedgehog cop
You’re more than welcome to try.
Dr Frost
To: Dr Robotnik #1
The other you wants to take me back to his universe. But I don’t wanna go QwQ
Dr Robotnik
To: Dr Zinnia
I can see that. This sad imitation of me doesn't seem to realize that I can read his messages... It looks like he takes a lot of things for granted, actually. I'm on my way to your home, and I'm sending a fleet of drones and ground cover ahead of me. Hide someplace secure, and use your boyfriend as a distraction.
Dr Frost
To: Dr Robotnik #1
If Teddy found out there’s more of you, he’s going to have a breakdown. He already doesn’t like you 😞
Dr Robotnik
To: Dr Zinnia
TO HELL WITH HIM, THEN! I WON'T LET MY DOPPELGANGER STEAL YOU!!!!!!!!!
Dr Frost
To: Dr Robotnik #1
I don’t want to get stolen either QwQ
Dr Robotnik
To: Fraudulent Idiot
You're outclassed, you lack passion, and you're not exactly playing in your home court, either. You're unworthy of my violent tendencies.
Dr Ivo Robotnik
To: The Imposter
Bold of you to assume I’m not always prepared.
John
To: Zinna
Oi, just saw Robotnik at the cafe and he didn't yell "GO BACK TO BRITIAN, LIMEY TWINK" is he alright?
Dr Frost
To: John
Yeah, that must be the Robotnik from another universe.
John
To: Zinna
...May I have his phone number?
John
To: Other Robotnik
I'm John Constantine. I heard you're another Robotnik, eh?
Dr Ivo Robotnik
To: Constantine
That’s classified.
Dr Ivo Robotnik
To: The Imposter
So I see you have your assistant’s house surrounded by drones. What makes her so special that you’re willing to go out of your way to defend her, I wonder.
Dr Robotnik
To: Fraudulent Idiot
Come try to find out. Oh, and don't mind the whiny, poorly dressed British man. He hates fun.
Agent Stone
To: Dr Robotnik
Doctor! I just spotted the blue hedgehog in the compound! He was wearing an ugly helmet. I'm not sure what that's all about...
Dr Robotnik
To: Agent Stone
Did you catch him? Is THAT why you're bothering me?! I'M VERY BUSY RIGHT NOW!!!
Agent Stone
To: Dr Robotnik
Sorry, Doctor. 😔
Dr Frost
To: Dr Robotnik #1
Uhhh, I saw you outside my house just now. Or was it the other you? OwO
Dr Robotnik
To: Dr Zinnia
I'll prove it's me! Now open up!
[sends a picture of his ungloved hand, showing the fucked-up finger that Tweety gave him]
Dr Frost
To: Dr Robotnik #1
Oh okay, it really is you. Can’t be too sure now that there’s another one of you.
“Okay, so my agents and my machines are staked out in all of the houses in your immediate area, and all of the entryways into the subdivision are being watched. No one is coming anywhere near you without my knowledge!” Robotnik now stood in Zinnia’s living room after he proved to her that he was their Robotnik by showing her his scarred finger that her parrot gave him. Agent Stone was there as well, standing to the side, waiting for the doctor to give him further orders.
Emil glared at him, standing at a safe distance so he won’t end up doing something he’ll regret. “The only reason I haven't kicked your ass by now is because Zinnia hates violence. You're on thin ice, Ivo!” His growl turned into a shout when the scientist picked up Dozy. “PUT MY CAT DOWN!!”
“No. He likes me. See?” He held the cat closer as if to prove his point.
Zinnia on the other hand, looked on in mild confusion before speaking up. “Okay...does this mean I won’t be going to work? Can I go anywhere at all...?”
Robotnik’s response was quick and firm. “Unless you're accompanied by me, you're not allowed to leave the house. It's for your own good!”
A feeling other than confusion washed over her. Was it worry? Fear? It was difficult to tell. “But I’m sure I’ll be fine here on my own. There’s all your agents and drones watching.”
"Zinnia, this is for your own good! Don't you want to stay in this universe with your stupid boyfriend? The other Robotnik is inferior to me, but that doesn't mean he's completely stupid...” He trailed off, while still cuddling Dozy. Said cat didn’t care what was going on. As long as he was given affection, he was content.
“Of course I want to stay here! I don’t wanna lose Teddy and my friends. And for what it’s worth, I don’t wanna lose you...” There was anxiety in her quiet voice now that she finally registered the gravity of the situation at hand.
Hearing her say that, Robotnik was overcome with a feeling he didn’t really understood. But it wasn’t a bad feeling. Quite the opposite actually. It was pleasant enough to make him put the cat down, go over to where Zinnia stood, hesitate a bit before enveloping her in a hug in spite of Emil glaring at him.
The young woman didn’t hesitate though. She instantly wrapped her arms around his waist to hug him back. She needed all the comfort she could get. “I don’t understand why he’s so interested in me...” she whispered in despair.
“AHA! FOUND YOU!” What appeared to be a blue, mobian hedgehog, suddenly appeared in Zinnia’s living room, all his attention focused on Robotnik. The hedgehog was wearing some sort of red helmet and armour. It was Zonic the Zone Cop; an inter-dimensional counterpart of Sonic.
The scientist instantly pulled out his pistol. “Ohh you sure did!” He shoved Zinnia behind him and opened fire.
“Oh my God!” The young woman gasped and quickly moved away to stand next to Emil.
“MY CHILDREN! ATTACK THAT MOBIAN!!” Apparently, a pistol wasn’t enough because with a command using his gloves, Robotnik summoned all his drones that were guarding Zinnia’s suburb, into her home in order to catch the hedgehog.
Emil on the other hand, didn’t look amused one bit. “Do you really have to call them your children?”
“What the hell is going on?!” Theodore, Zinnia’s boyfriend, stood in the open doorway, observing at the chaos. His face twisted in anger and disbelief. He never expected to see his girlfriend’s employer in her home, along with his drones, trying to capture what looked like a blue, humanoid hedgehog. ‘I just wanted a relaxing evening with Zinnia...’
Zinnia did not waste a single second and ran into her boyfriend’s arms, clinging to him tightly. “I don’t know!” Her voice shook with distress as he wrapped his arms around her and caressed her back to sooth her. Before he could say anything else, Emil yelled out.
“WE NEED TO GO, NOW!!” He scooped up Dozy while frantically looking around for Tweety. “Where's the bird?!” He’d decided that they must leave for their own good lest they were caught in the crossfire.
Zinnia pulled away from her boyfriend and called out to the bird. “Tweety, over here!” Seconds later, the bird flew over from wherever he happened to be perched at that moment and gracefully landed on her shoulder. And with that, her, Theodore, Emil, Dozy and Tweety were all out of the still open front door.
But before they could go farther than the walkway, a car pulled in front of her house. And inside, was Robotnik. “Your saviour is here! Get in if you want to escape.” He called out to them, a bit too enthusiastically, through the lowered side window.
“What the fuck?!” Emil exclaimed. He couldn’t believe his eyes as. There was another Robotnik!?
“Oh no! It’s him...” Zinnia whispered in fright and clung to Theodore’s arm, pressing her body as close to his as possible. She did not like the way he was looking at her, his intense dark eyes boring into her. If she’s learned anything from their Robotnik, is that he’s unpredictable. His inter-dimensional counterpart may be just as unpredictable as him, if not more. Not to mention, she knows the Robotnik of this universe. The new one however, she knew nothing about.
Theodore was just as shocked as Emil, if not more. “Zinnia what...why are there two of them??” He questioned incredulously. Judging by her reaction, it seemed she knew who he was. But who, exactly? ‘Did that crazy employer of hers clone himself or something?’
“That’s a long story...” She murmured a reply back, never taking her eyes off the other Robotnik. The man who threatened- no, promised to take her away just hours prior. And unfortunately for them, their Robotnik had dedicated all his firepower into catching Zonic, effectively leaving them helpless. Something which the inter-dimensional Robotnik had decided to use to his full advantage.
Even Zinnia’s parrot, Tweety, looked surprised upon seeing the same man that was still in the house. ‘Unless he can teleport...’ His crest was raised in attention as he observed the scientist. No...It was not the same person. He looked identical but the bird could sense that he was different.
Back inside the house, Stone had unholstered his handgun and was firing shot after shot at the hedgehog. One of those shots successfully hit his intended target, causing Zonic to be shot on his side and fall back with a pained grunt
He stood back up, not expecting the aggressive attack in the first place. “Good Chaos, I was just going to give you a warning!” Unfortunately, unlike his other self, Zonic did not possess super speed, due to which he tried and failed to dodge the other bullets. “STOP!”
“FINALLY!” Robotnik shouted in triumph. “Agent Stone, you dependable little fool...” He grabbed Zonic by the arm and roughly hauled him to his feet. “Agent Stone! Cuff him and search him for anything that even looks like a weapon.”
“NO.” Zonic shouted in protest, despite the immense pain he was in. “OH MY CHAOS I’M JUST TRYING TO PROTECT YOUR WORLDS” He tried to escape from the house but the front entrance was guarded by the drones. “Where’s my team when I need them?!”
Zinnia shot a worried look back at the chaos occurring in her house then directed her attention at her friend. “Emil, what do we do?”
“You listen to me, of course!” The other Robotnik called out to them, sounding so sure of himself.
“The last thing we need is another Ivo in our lives...” Emil moved to stand between him and Zinnia.
“I’m trying to help you, you idiot!” The doppelganger just barely stopped himself from letting out an impatient snarl. “But by all means, if you want to stay here and get killed in the crossfire, be my guest.”
Emil weighed their options. The certainly did not have to leave with Robotnik. They could leave in his car, which was right there- “They shot up my fucking car...” He clenched his fists in anger. This felt planned. “Whichever one of them did this is dead. Wait... it's... I don't hear anymore gunfire...”
“Do...do we leave with him...?” Zinnia asked, looking from Robotnik to her house and then towards Emil, uncertain of what to do.
“I don't think we should. I don't trust this one any more than the other...Let's just go back in the house for now.” Emil said, turning to face the house, to which Zinnia replied with a small “Okay...”
The Robotnik in the car inwardly cursed, seeing as they were about to go inside, and quickly stepped out of his car and made his way over to them.
Emil was ready for that as he was quick to face him. “Time to see if this one's any stronger than the real Ivo.” He grabbed a roll of quarters from his pocket and clenched his fist around it. “COME ON! LET'S SEE WHAT YOU GOT!”
Robotnik #2 didn’t appear to be threatened one bit. Instead, he looked mildly irritated as he spoke in a deadpan voice. “If I was here to fight, you’d be dead by now.”
“Then why are you here?” Zinnia timidly spoke up despite her apprehension.
His attention switched from Emil to Zinnia. “Oh, I figured you all could use a little help to escape from my other, more volatile self.” He shrugged “innocently” and grinned down at her. It was meant to be disarming but to her it felt anything but that, causing her to unconsciously squish herself even closer to Theodore if that was even possible. His hands on her waist automatically drew her close, molding her body against his.
Robotnik stood in front of them, mesmerised by Zinnia, seeing her in the flesh after so long...It really was her. The same brown hair framing her beautiful face. The same fresh olive skin...Even the same voice. And those eyes...the very brown eyes he gazed into as he witnessed the life from them leave...His Zinnia was gone from his life, leaving a void no one could fill...Until he found her here...His fingers itched to reach out to her, brush through her silky hair, caress her soft skin. It had been far too long since he’d last had his hands on her. He comforted himself with the knowledge that he’d never have to wait this long again.
He was snapped out of his thoughts when as he noticed the pale, green-eyed man next to her draw her closer. So, this was the “poorly dressed British man” as his counterpart had put it. Robotnik’s laser focus now set on Theodore, observing him with narrowed eyes. He must be her boyfriend. Jealousy reared its ugly head but at the same time, he was gratified to know that this universe’s Robotnik and Zinnia are not together which meant he won’t have to worry about competing with his other self. After all, it’s not like he would care if his doppelganger took away the woman he does not even love.
“We already know how to deal with him. You, on the other hand? You're not one of us. Why are you even here?” Emil questioned further, pulling Robotnik out of his thoughts, to which he answered in a monotone voice, keeping a straight face, “There was a minor miscalculation in my latest experiment which transported me to this universe.” That was of course, a lie. He was not going to tell them that he had mastered inter-dimensional travel. He’s here for one thing and one thing only. And this is his only chance because Zinnia only exists in this certain universe besides his, out of many others.
“And LET me guess--you're either unable or unwilling to go back.” Emil crossed his arms, only to notice that his cat had wandered off. “WAIT! DOZY, GET BACK HERE!!”
Robotnik #2 took full advantage of that. He quickly snatched up the cat and held a knife to his throat. “That’s it! I don’t have time for this! Now you’ll all come with me! Or the cat dies!!”
Emil saw red. “You son of a bitch...” He seethed as if he was off his meds. He looked at Zinnia and Theo.
“No, stop!” The young woman was quick to speak up. She could not let Dozy get hurt! He was just an innocent cat. “Don’t hurt him! We’ll come with you...”
“Oh, and the boyfriend stays.” Robotnik nodded his head at Theodore. That was jealousy speaking. He simply could not imagine his Zinnia being with someone else. Especially this someone. He remembered all too well how her boyfriend almost murdered her. Oh, how much he wanted to kill Theodore where he stood. But that would only upset her and make him look worse in her eyes. She already looked scared enough. Hence, it was better if the boyfriend stayed behind. That Emil guy, though? Well, he needed something to use as leverage against her if he ends up killing the cat.
Theodore obviously did not like his demand. “What?! No—” He was quick to protest but Zinnia cut him off.
“—Theodore please!” She stared up at him pleadingly, silently begging him to do as the other Robotnik said.
Theodore internally seethed, his jaw clenching and his grip on her waist momentarily became tight enough to hurt. ‘Are they seriously going to listen to that madman because of a cat?’ His grip on Zinnia softened when he glanced down at her, genuine distress in her face. ‘Well, at least right now, it’s only the cat he’s threatening.’ He couldn’t care less what happens to the cat but who’s to say he won’t turn on any one of them afterwards?
So, Theodore nodded and, even though it pained him to do so, released his grip on his girlfriend, allowing her to step away. Emil grabbed Zinnia's hand and held it tightly for both her and his comfort. “I'll protect you, Zinny. I got your back.”
“Take care of her.” Theodore looked at him seriously. Emil nodded gravely as a reply.
“So we go then... Don’t worry, Theo. I’ll be okay...” The young woman’s doe eyes looked lovingly into his.
“Okay...I—” He was interrupted by Robotnik’s impatient growl.
“Come on! Enough of the niceties! Let’s move!” He hated the way the couple stared at one another. But even more than that, he hated how frightened Zinnia appeared. He knew his methods weren’t...conventional. Something a little like guilt tugged at his insides and he mentally swatted it away. He’d gone too far, was in too deep to be having regrets. He’d long since accepted that this was the only way.
Emil slowly approached this other Robotnik with Zinnia's hand in his, all the while keeping wary eyes trained on him.
“Get in. Now!” The doctor pressed the knife closer to Dozy to force them to move faster.
“Okay, okay! We’re going!” Zinnia scrambled to get in the car’s back seat, pulling Emil along with her.
“We're following orders. Now give me the cat.” Emil demanded once they were settled in the car.
“Not until we get to our destination. Now shut up!” Robotnik #2 yelled as he hopped in the front and carelessly deposited Dozy in the passenger seat.
Back inside the house, Zonic was cuffed and was barely able to stand upright due to the gunshot wounds he’d sustained, which were still bleeding. But he still put up a brave face. “No one’s going to listen to me, but for the sake of the balance of the multiverse, please go back to your worlds.” Stone did not like the way he spoke, however.
“Don't speak to the doctor. You don't have the privilege.” The agent kicked Zonic back into his knees.
“Excuse you, I’m an elite zone cop.” Zonic still spoke, a little too confidently for someone who was bleeding from several gunshot wounds.
“Should I kill him, doctor?” The agent asked all too eagerly.
“No, he's already been bound and incapacitated. Let's...” Robotnik paused and looked around the living room. “Where's Zinnia?”
“... WAIT DON’T GO WITH HIM! STOP!” Zonic mustered enough strength to shout when he looked outside the still open front door to see Emil and Zinnia entering the other Robotnik’s car.
Zonic wasn’t the only one who noticed as Robotnik bellowed out, “ZINNIA! This is Emil's doing... Agent Stone! Take the blue rat back to the compound!” He ordered before marching out the front door. The doctor decided he would deal with the hedgehog later. Right now, stopping the inter-dimensional Robotnik was his priority.
The blue hedgehog coughed up blood, the crimson liquid staining his face. “F-fuck, stop! Your universes are in danger! Am I speaking Greek here?!” He choked out.
“I don’t care about the universes!” Outside, Robotnik #2 yelled back to Zonic before he turned his and looked over his shoulder at Zinnia sitting in the back. “I have everything I need now...” His voice had dropped to a low, sensual octave, the tone sending gooseflesh rippling along Zinnia’s arms and caused her to look away.
Agent Stone exited the house as well, dragging Zonic back to his SUV. “Just cooperate, and the doctor might be a little merciful with you...” He trailed off as their Robotnik fired at the other Robotnik, aiming for his head.
“Well don’t say I didn’t warn y- WHAT THE FUCK!?” Zonic let out a surprised shout as he witnessed that.
The bullet, however, missed the other doctor by inches. He cursed and hit the gas, driving off.
“You idiots will destroy your own worlds and timelines!” The hedgehog cop exclaimed. Despite being fatally injured and captured by the enemy, he cared more about the balance of the universe.
“TIME ISN'T LINEAR, YOU MORON!” Robotnik shouted back and sprinted towards his vehicle. He shoved Agent Stone aside and got in the Suburban.
“Excuse me, who is the universe expert in here? I am! I- you know what? Fuck this shit...” Seeing as no one was listening to anything he said, poor Zonic decided to just give up for now.
“Hey!” Theodore ran up to Robotnik before he could drive off. “If you’re done arguing with a blue hedgehog, you’ll notice that Zinnia and Emil have been abducted!”
“GET IN! You and Agent Stone are my gunmen!!! Get the rat into the car so I can follow them!!”
“Fine. Hand me a gun then...”
The two men did as instructed and soon, they're racing after the other Robotnik's vehicle. “AIM FOR THE TIRES!!” Their Robotnik yelled at his ‘gunmen’.
“Yes, thank you for stating the obvious.” Theodore said in a deadpan voice before he took aim through the vehicle’s window and fired the handgun.
At the very back of the Suburban, Zonic sat, mumbles a song, delirious due to blood loss before wondering out loud, “Am I dead yet?”
“Not until the doctor decides to kill you!” Agent Stone answered as a matter of fact while grinning as he opened fire as well. The hedgehog simply hummed in response.
“Damnit!” The other Robotnik swerved the car as the bullets miss by the tyres inches. “He’s not giving up, is he?”
Zinnia didn’t say anything as she got out her phone and proceeded to text her boss aka their Robotnik:
Dr Frost
To: Dr Robotnik #1
I have been kidnapped. In broad daylight. I’m scared QwQ
Dr Robotnik
To: Dr Zinnia
I'm close behind him and I'm not alone. I have a lot in store for that sad, pathetic imitation of me...
Dr Frost
To: Dr Robotnik #1
I’d appreciate it if there’s no bloodshed QwQ
Dr Robotnik
To: Dr Zinnia
Then politely ask him to pull over, and make sure you're buckled in since he'll invariably say no.
Dr Frost
To: Dr Robotnik #1
If he’s anything like you, convincing him will be difficult OwO
Dr Robotnik
To: Dr Zinnia
Just try it anyway before he runs himself into a ravine!!!
Zinnia decided to take her boss’s advice and spoke up, voice a little wobbly. “Stop! You’ll end up hurting all of us!”
Robotnik #2 shouted back, enraged. “And lose you after I just got you?! Never!”
“What??” The young woman mumbled, wide-eyed and stunned to silence. She was both frightened and confused. She didn’t know what exactly he wanted from her. But judging be his behaviour towards her...she was afraid to ask...
Next to her, Emil listened in as he begun praying under his breath in mangled Hebrew, barely being able to keep himself under control.
Back in the Suburban, Robotnik #1 was seething in rage at the other Robotnik’s audacity to abduct Emil and Zinnia. He decided to text his double himself seeing as he probably did not listen to anything Zinnia had to say:
Dr Robotnik
To: Fraudulent Idiot
You have NO IDEA how badly you've fucked up...
Dr Ivo Robotnik
To: The Imposter
Hm, by taking Zinnia? She’s just your assistant. I’m sure you can get another one.
His idiotic imitation thinks that he doesn’t care about Zinnia. But little does he know... “KEEP FIRING!! HE'S TOO STUPID TO KNOW HE'S OUTCLASSED!!!” He bellowed out to Theodore and Stone before texting him again:
Dr Robotnik
To: Fraudulent Idiot
You might have a better idea than I thought. What's the matter? Did something happen to your Zinnia?
Dr Ivo Robotnik
To: The Imposter
I lost her... But now I have a chance to get her back. And I’m not giving up!
Dr Robotnik
To: Fraudulent Idiot
Ohhh... You happened to her, didn't you? You killed her!
Dr Ivo Robotnik
To: The Imposter
IT WAS NEVER MY INTENTION TO!!! I loved her...
“They’re getting away!” Theodore interrupted his texting spree. A subtle hint of panic could be detected in his voice.
Robotnik floored it, the vehicle speeding up even more. “KEEP SHOOTING! I'll crash into it before I let him take them to his hell-dimension!!”
At the same moment, the other Robotnik took a sharp turn to throw them off. It caused Zinnia to jerk to the side and collide into Emil. “Just stop already! This is crazy...”
That turned out successful. Robotnik #1 barely avoided rolling the car as he swerved “You bastard...” he swore before he continued the messages to try and ‘reason’ with him aka taunt him. He does appear to be getting steadily more and more unhinged. If he can get him to stop...
Dr Robotnik
To: Fraudulent Idiot
Was it your reckless driving that killed her? Your fits of rage? Your utter hatred for the world and everyone within it? Tell me
Dr Ivo Robotnik
To: The Imposter
It’s none of your business! And don’t act like you care about her!!!
Dr Robotnik
To: Fraudulent Idiot
Did you hit her too hard? Did you shake her until her neck snapped? Were you paranoid? Jealous? You just couldn't stand to let her out of your sight... Death was her only relief from your suffocating grasp, and oh, how dearly you must have made her pay for that bitter end...
Dr Ivo Robotnik
To: The Imposter
I... I never hurt her! I could never... IT WAS AN ACCUDENT!!!
The messages almost triggered a very unpleasant memory, causing the inter-dimensional Robotnik to get distressed. He barely managed to stop from colliding into another car.
“Oh my God!” Came Zinnia’s frightened cry from the back of the car. She tightly wrapped her arms around Emil held on to him for dear life.
Their Robotnik was quick to notice as he sped after his counterpart. “He's becoming distraught... Don't give up yet!!” His messages were working...
Dr Robotnik
To: Fraudulent Idiot
It's never an accident. Not with you, and not with me. You know that, Ivo. Did she have time to beg for mercy? To scream, even?
Dr Ivo Robotnik
To: The Imposter
I loved her...
Dr Robotnik
To: Fraudulent Idiot
No. You thought that you owned her. She was simply yours. You barely understand what it means to love someone! The closest you can manage is unmitigated obsession.
Dr Ivo Robotnik
To: The Imposter
So you know how I felt. Still feel... I made a mistake, I’ll admit that. But now I have a chance to start over!
Dr Robotnik
To: Fraudulent Idiot
Listen to yourself! You think that she's replaceable. The woman that you've taken against her will is just a replacement part to you, isn't she? Any attempt that you make to start over will be forced at best. She'll wish that she could meet the same end as "your" Zinnia. She might even bring about her own end to escape your pathetic, crazed desperation.
The final message was the last straw. It triggered a flashback of his Zinnia dying:
=========== le flashback ===========
In San Francisco, what appeared to be a normal was interrupted by a shocking scene: an anthropomorphic blue hedgehog was running through the city at breathtaking speed while a flying machine called the Eggpod piloted by a moustached scientist dressed gave chase and fired explosive energy blasts at said hedgehog. Despite the Eggpod matching Sonic’s super speed, most of its lasers missed due to the hedgehog’s agility and instead caused immense destruction around the city. The lasers tore apart roads, blew up cars, killed and injured several innocent bystanders. Robotnik was unconcerned about all of that. That is, until one of the energy blasts struck a building a certain someone happened to be standing next to.
Zinnia had followed Robotnik to San Francisco, hoping to stop him from doing something he may come to regret. She had foolishly hoped she could stop him from putting anyone’s life at risk, including his own. But she was a bit too late. The fight, or the high-speed chase, had already begun. And Robotnik...was too far gone in his obsession and madness. He didn’t care about anything else other than capturing the hedgehog. Didn’t care who’s blood he had to spill as long as he successfully captures the hedgehog. The doctor didn’t take anyone into consideration. Not even Zinnia when she tried to knock some sense into him earlier. And that was his biggest mistake.
Zinnia stood next to the building as she looked up towards the sky, trying to catch a glimpse of the red blur that was the Eggpod. By the time she noticed one laser blast coming towards her direction, it was too late. The laser struck the building above her and the impact brought part of the structure directly down on her. The young woman had only enough time to take one retreating step before she was crushed under it. It all happened so fast.
The manic grin on Robotnik’s face was replaced by shock. At once, he stopped chasing Sonic and steered his Eggpod to where Zinnia stood earlier and brought it to a stop near the collapsed building. He hopped out and sprinted closer towards the destruction, trying to find Zinnia. When the dust cleared, he saw her lying on her back, among the wreckage, her lower half crushed under heavy rubble including an enormous metal beam.
Zinnia whimpered in agony. Her face contorted in a grimace of pain and her breaths coming in little gasps. Her glasses laid off in the distance, the lenses broken. Everything looked blurry as if she was looking through a fogged window. She was trapped, in pain and was unable to see her surroundings well. All those feelings mixed up and panic swelled within her. Near hyperventilating, she tried to draw in deep breaths but instead, tears started spilling from her eyes and a choked sob tore from her throat. It hurt to simply breathe. Every breath she inhaled sent excruciating pain flaring through her entire body.
Her hands shook as she moved them lower and futilely tried to remove the structures pinning her to the ground. But they were too heavy. They didn’t move an inch. The simple movement caused her chest to heave in exertion and more pain flared up in her body.
“Zinnia!” Someone was calling for her. Her head weakly lolled to the side and she saw a red, blurry figure running towards her. Only when he came within three feet of her, she recognised who it was.
“Oh no, Zinnia! No, no, no...” Robotnik got to work and managed to remove most of the debris but no matter how much he tried, he was unable to move the large metal beam. Not that it would have helped. Her lower half, including her lower spine, was already crushed. She was already losing the feelings in her legs.
“Ivo...I’m so sorry... the baby...” Zinnia weakly mumbled out while Robotnik was frantically removing the debris, immediately catching his attention.
“You’re sorry?!” He asked in disbelief as he kneeled down next to her. “Sugar plum, you don’t have anything to be sorry for!” Even while she was lying there, barely able to breath, all she cared about was the baby. He remembered how joyful she was when she discovered she was pregnant... He had never felt the need for children. But seeing her so happy like that made him happy...
The young woman shook her head in despair. “I-I lost...lost our b-baby!” she sobbed, as her hand unconsciously reached down to her belly but instead landed on the metal beam she was crushed under. She couldn’t even touch her belly. It brought even more tears to her voice.
“No, no! This is not your fault.” Robotnik reached over and held her hand. His larger one completely engulfing hers as he gave a gentle squeeze. “Don’t cry please, save your strength.”
But it was useless. What strength she previously had; it was no more. The pain in her body slowly turned to numbness. Her breathing slowed down. She only had enough strength to weakly whisper out one last sentence. “I-I... I love you...”
“And I love you! I’m so sorry! This is all my fault. I’m—”
—But alas, it was at that moment that Zinnia took her last breath and the light left her dark brown eyes, leaving then to stare vacantly up at the sky.
“—sorry... Please...forgive me.” A choked sob tore from his throat when he noticed she wasn’t breathing. “Zinnia? Zinnia...? Zinnia, please! Don’t-Don’t leave me! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!”
She was his wife! He was supposed to protect her! But instead, he brought upon her horrifying death. He killed her... And in spite of having all this immense wealth and power in his possession, he could not save the woman he loved. Still loves... He remembered how she cried and pleaded with him to not go after the hedgehog. How she clung to him and begged him to not go down that road. But he just brushed her aside. How could be do that? How could he stare into her tearful eyes and push her away as if she was nothing. He was so consumed by his madness and greed for more, he didn’t realise he already had the greatest gift anyone could ever have: Love. If only he’d listened to her in the first place. This would not have happened. Despite what many people believed, both him and Zinnia were so happy together. He was even starting to change for the better all because of her. And he was finally going to have something he never had but always wanted; A family. But he destroyed it before it could even have a chance to grow. He let his greed control him. And it cost him his sugar plum...He remembered how that name came about. She loves...loved plums...These thoughts and regrets were raging in his mind now. The loss he had just suffered by his own hand no less, brought upon the most overwhelming feeling of self-hatred. The likes of which he had never felt before.
Robotnik could not tolerate to look in her blank eyes anymore. It felt as though they stared right into his wretched soul. The doctor’s hand shook as he raised it to gently close her eyes. Now if it wasn’t for the blood slowly trickling out of her nose and mouth, one would mistake her to be peacefully asleep. Oh, how he wished that was the case. He wished he could wake up and find out it was all a horrible nightmare. But alas, it was not. Now, he could do nothing but kiss her cold lips one last time, lay his head on her lifeless body and weep. He was useless.
========== flashback end ==========
So caught up he was in this horrendous memory, he didn’t notice the car to slow down and swerve until it was too late.
“If you two don't disable that fucking car he's--fuck!!” Robotnik #1 was not just seething with rage anymore. An intense fear was crawling through him as well. The fear of not being able to stop his other self in time.
But just at that moment, Theodore was able to shoot one of the tyres. “I think I hit it...”
“God damnit! No!” The other Robotnik bellowed out in frustration as the tyres screeched and his car came to a jerking stop.
“IT'S OVER YOU SON OF A BITCH!!” Their Robotnik screeched to a halt a few feet away and he wasted no time in jumping out of the car, and sprinting toward the imposter's car.
“Oh, thank God...” Zinnia on the other hand, tried to calm her nerves as she slowly stepped out of the car, only to be grabbed by said imposter.
“Let us leave and no one needs to get hurt!” The other Robotnik snarled as he pulled Zinnia closer with both arms around her body, gripping her tightly but not enough to be painful. That however did nothing to ease the young woman’s fears. She was practically trembling.
Fortunately, Emil came to her rescue. With his face a mask of cold, focused rage, he struck Robotnik's double with a rabbit punch. The force staggered him back, making him let go of Zinnia. “No... No!” Then he remembered his gloves. Assuming both him and his counterpart had identical technology. It was worth a try... He punched a few buttons on his glove with practised ease and successfully activated the drones, commanding them to fire at the others, except Zinnia, of course.
But sadly, she still got shot in the side as she ran away. Her body seized under the white hot pain she felt, causing her to fall with a pained scream.
Robotnik #1 tackled his doppelganger in spite of the sudden hail of bullets, and he laid into him with his fists. Zinnia's scream only stoked the rage and hatred in his eyes...
“THEO! Go grab her! I'll draw them to me!” Stone started providing cover fire the same time as Theodore bellowed out Zinnia’s name and sprinted towards where she had fallen and now laid on the road, unable to move due to the immense pain she felt in her waist’s left side.
Theodore quickly kneeled down next to her and put pressure on her wound. “Hey, I got you.”
“Oh God... it hurts...” She barely managed to speak, her eyes screwed shut and face scrunched up in pain.
“Hey, it’ll be okay. I need you to breath” her boyfriend cradled her close and kept pressure on her wound.
“Stop touching me...” She whimpered and tried to blindly push away his hands as the pressure aggravated her pain.
“Zinnia, I need to make sure you don’t bleed out. Take deep breaths.”
Back with the two Robotnik’s, the fistfight came to an end because the second Robotnik had managed to get out his taser and fired it at the first Robotnik, successfully incapacitating him and pushed him away, “GET OFF ME!”
But he wasn’t out of the water yet. Emil strode closer, his eyes as crazed as Ivo's as he stomped on the imposter's chest with all his strength which definitely fractured a rib or two. He grunted in pain before grabbing Emil’s leg, and managed to throw him off his feet and stood up.
Agent Stone noticed and took aim at the other Robotnik and nicked him in the leg, causing him to lose his footing. He looked back, enraged and directed a drone to shoot at Stone, who promptly took cover behind the car.
While the others were distracted, the other Robotnik took it as an opportunity to escape. He limped towards an abandoned car, probably left behind in a panic by a terrified civilian, hopped in and drove off. ‘Today didn’t go as planned. But I will not give up...’ While racing away in the car, he was torn up between wanting to go back and make sure Zinnia was alright, to help her but he knew if he didn’t escape now, he would never get another chance. He never expected his other self to care this much about her, to be this passionate when it came to protecting her considering she happened to be in a relationship with a man who’s not him. But it may work in his favour. Knowing this, he hoped his other self would do everything in his power to make sure she would be fine.
Meanwhile, their Robotnik was still on the ground, barely able to breathe but he tried to struggle to his feet anyway. He was helped up to his feet by Emil, who brought him closer to Zinnia. The misty air was condensing into a soft drizzle. “Did he hit any organs? Is she gonna be alright?!” Emil frantically questioned.
“No, nothing vital. But we need to have the wound treated...” Theodore answered, worry evident in his voice.
“We... Oh Jesus... Uhh, we have a hospital wing back at the compound. I think it might be the closest place.”
“Good idea... we should move.” Honestly, the compound was the last place he wanted Zinnia to be, but looking at the condition she was in, Theodore was quick to agree.
Robotnik fell to his knees next to Zinnia, opposite of Theo. He was as pale as a burial shroud. “Zinnia...”
“H-hey...” The young woman managed to give Robotnik a smile despite her pain when she saw how worried he looked. “I-I’ll be fine...“
Robotnik started to say something to Agent Stone, but he couldn’t get the words out. He started sobbing, and he was mortified that he could not make it stop. Seeing Zinnia like that, he was overwhelmed with a sense of helplessness.
Zinnia’s eyebrows knitted together in a little worried frown. “Don’t c-cry! It wasn’t your fault!” She tried to reassure him but to avail.
“Uhh, do you... I can help you carry her if you need...” Emil asked Theodore before staring at Robotnik. In shock at the sobbing mess he’d become. “Ah Christ, Ivo!”
“No, it’s alright. I got her.” Theodore stood with Zinnia in his arms, wincing at the pained gasp she let out.
“Y-yeah, you l-look after Rob...” Zinnia told Emil, breathing heavily. “I-I’m starting to feel sick...” Nausea was creeping in.
Emil assured her while removing Dozy from the car. “Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on him. Stone, can you drive us?”
Agent Stone looked the SUV over for damage before answering. “I should be able to, yeah.”
“Emil... take Tweety with you too, p-please...” Zinnia requested when she noticed him getting Dozy. The poor parrot was still in the car, probably in shock after the crazy car ride.
“C'mon buddy. You can sit with me n' Dozy...” Emil cautiously held out his forearm to the cockatoo who hesitated before perching on Emil’s arm. The bird was very worried about Zinnia. She sounded like she was in distress and he could detect the smell of blood...
“Alright... let’s leave. Quickly now! The bleeding is getting worse.” Theodore hurried over to the SUV with Zinnia in his arms. He settled them both in, with her lying on his lap, making sure she was as comfortable as possible. He noticed her bleeding had gotten worse. The entire left side of her black shirt now completely soaked in her blood. He quickly removed his jacket and pressed it to her wound, causing her face to contort in pain. Hopefully, it will help slow down the bleeding.
Robotnik was very quiet as he got inside the SUV after Theo and Zinnia. He sat as near to them as possible.
“Alright, I think everyone's accounted for, right?” Emil closed the door after climbing in the front seat next to Agent Stone, who immediately had to give Dozy ear scritches before driving away.
The car ride was quiet for a while until Zonic, who had been in the back the entire time, started messing around with his communicator, trying to make any contact with his team while mumbling to himself. “Fucking idiots. This is so bad. Destroying your own universes like this... ughh.”
“Shut up back there! What are you doing?” Agent Stone called out from the front before turning to look at the man next to him. “Emil--”
“I got it...” Emil climbed out of his seat and into the very back where Zonic was and reached over. “Just gimme that... whatever that is. I don't wanna hurt you, but I will. I've had an EXTREMELY long day.”
Despite his still untreated wounds, the hedgehog oozed confidence and lazily looked at Emil. “Talking to me?” Or perhaps it was the blood loss.
Emil grabbed him by the wrist. “No, asshole! The blue alien midget behind you! Why the fuck didn't you take this off him, Stone?!” He yelled at the Agent as he tried to grab the communicator.
“Good Chaos, just take it, don’t break it! I never thought I would miss being alone in an office...” Zonic managed to send one message before Emil snatched it away. “... welp, you can take it now. And I’m a multiverse guardian, also known as a zone cop, thank you very much.”
“Pfft, whatever, space-pig. I fuckin hate cops... You're lucky Ivo wants you alive!” Emil just scoffed before returning to his seat.
“I’d rather be dead.” The hedgehog replied in a serious tone.
The silence was broken once again, by Zinnia this time. “A-Are we...t-there yet? I’m n-not feeling...so good...” She mumbled, starting to feel weaker.
“WHY AREN'T YOU DRIVING FASTER?! STEP ON IT!!” Robotnik was quick to shout at Stone. Seeing Zinnia like that...he felt so helpless...
“Hey, stay awake. We’ll be there soon, okay?” Theodore gently held her limp hand. “I’m here.”
“I feel so tired...” she just whispered in response, her eyes starting to close on their own.
“Zinnia, no! Try to stay awake for a little longer, please.” Her boyfriend urged her.
At the same time, Robotnik was also quick to keep her from closing her eyes as he practically yelled. “NO! You can't close your eyes! Look at your boyfriend or something!”
“Hmm...” Zinnia opened her eyes weakly. “But I just want to sleep...” The blood loss was making her feel weak and faint. But they could not let her fall asleep. Because if they did, she may never wake up...
“I know. Please stay awake for a little longer. You can sleep all you want after we get there.” Theodore squeezed her hand, trying to get her to stay awake.
“Okay guys, we're almost to the parking garage! A team of medics will be there to get her to the hospital wing.” Stone informed them as he drove past the compound gates.
“Good, we’re here...I just...wanna sleep...” Zinnia faintly mumbled.
“DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT! YOU'RE STAYING AWAKE UNTIL I SAY YOU CAN FALL ASLEEP!!” Robotnik wasted no time in jumping out of the car and screamed at the nearest emt. “GET HER INTO THE HOSPITAL! QUIT STANDING AROUND!!”
Theodore was quick to exit next, carrying Zinnia in his arms and followed Robotnik towards one of the awaiting emt’s. Agent Stone must’ve called ahead and informed them of the situation.
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As soon as other Robotnik retreated to his hidden base and treated his injuries, he messaged his inter-dimensional counterpart. As much as he loathed to talk to him, he had to find out if Zinnia was alright. It was unlikely he would get a clear answer from him but he was desperate...:
Dr Ivo Robotnik
To: The Imposter
How is she? Tell me she’s okay!
Dr Robotnik
To: Fraudulent Idiot
Well, considering the fact that you shot her while she fled terrified from you, what do you think?
Dr Ivo Robotnik
To: The Imposter
This would not have happened if you hadn’t intervened! Everything was fine until you showed up! Why could you not have let me taken her? You don’t even love her like I do!
Dr Robotnik
To: Fraudulent Idiot
You're right. I don't love her like you do. Maybe that's why she wanted me to protect her from you. Nothing was fine. Even you, in your delusional state, must acknowledge that she had to be threatened and coerced into entering that car with you. What would you even do if you'd gotten away with her? Please, enlighten me as to how you'd force her to love you!
Dr Ivo Robotnik
To: The Imposter
Please... Just tell me if she’s alive or not. Nothing else matters to me more than knowing whether she’s okay.
Dr Robotnik
To: Fraudulent Idiot
You're an idiot. She'd say the same thing if she could.
Dr Ivo Robotnik
To: The Imposter
“If she could”??? Is she..
Dr Robotnik
[message left on read]
Back at the compound, Robotnik had moved to Zinnia’s hospital room soon after her gunshot wound was treated. He brought his work with him as well. He was not letting her out of his sight until he knows that the other Robotnik is either dead or never coming back.
Theodore sat on the hospital bed, holding Zinnia close to him while she slept and gave Robotnik a strange look. “What are you still doing here?”
Robotnik was furiously typing away at a portable workstation as he answered. “What does it look like I'm doing? I'm trying to work! There's a lot to do before that idiot shows up again. He's been texting me non-stop... I made it sound like she's dead.” He paused to look up at Theo and smiled grimly. “If I didn't know any better, I'd say he's a little unstable!”
The other man appeared a bit uncertain. “You made it sound like she’s dead...? If he’s anything like you, I don’t think that will be enough to deter him. What does he want with her anyway?”
The scientist scoffed. “He loves her, allegedly. He did something to his universe's Zinnia, and now he wants ours. He thinks that he loves her, but this is how he goes about it...” He shook his head. “If there's anything I know about myself, it's that I wouldn't know love if it slapped me in the face. I'd never pretend to know...” He fell quiet and stopped typing for a moment. Then, he went back to work.
Unaware to either of them, Zinnia was awake and was listening to their conversation. She pretended to be asleep for a little longer, lying on the bed with her body tucked against Theodore’s, trying to get the raging emotions within her to calm down.
“Do you? Love her, I mean?” Since they were speaking, Theodore took it as an opportunity to probe further.
Robotnik gave Theo a deadpan expression. “If I loved her, then she'd be about as miserable as Liz, if not more. I'm sure you've heard about what I did to her. Emil isn't a discreet person.” His answer only managed to baffle the other man even more, causing him to shake his head in confusion.
“Then why do you care about her so much?” During the time Theodore has known Robotnik, he has seen the scientist to show genuine concern for only a select few people. Zinnia being one of them.
Robotnik’s gaze shifted from Theodore to Zinnia as he looked at her sadly. “I respect her. I want her to be safe and happy. I don't want to push her away like I've done with everyone else in my life.” What Robotnik didn’t realise however, was that is exactly what love is. Zinnia on the other hand, did as she silently listened to what he said. She couldn’t help but feel content at what she heard.
Theodore just nodded silently and decided not to inquire further.
After a few minutes of silence, Zinnia decided she was unable to fall back to sleep, despite the fatigue she felt in her entire body. She groaned and rolls to her back, immediately regretting it as pain flares up in her waist. “Ugh, what time is it?”
“Zinnia!” Robotnik's out of his seat and by her side immediately. “Stop moving around so much. A bullet tore through your body just a few hours ago! You're a doctor--tell her to stop!”
“He’s right, Zinnia. You need to be on bed rest for a few more days.” Theodore gently held her shoulder to stop her from moving too much.”
“I wanna go home...” Zinnia whispered, feeling overwhelmed, before bursting into tears, cuddling close to Theodore.
“Hey, Zinnia...” He softly whispered and gently held her closer. “It’ll be alright.”
Robotnik just watched silently from his seat by the bed and hoped she’ll be alright soon.
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The next day, Zinnia had not one but two unexpected visitors.
The door to the hospital room burst open and there stood John Constantine, “ZINNA HOLY FUCK!!!!!! LOOK AT MY SON!!!” He held up a little boy high in his hands in an imitation of Lion king.
The young woman was resting on her bed and was startled a bit due to John’s loud entry before she looked at the baby in wonder. “Oh my God, so cute! What’s his name?”
“Liam Mary Constantine...” John replied proudly.
Robotnik took that moment to enter the room as well, yelling at John all the while. “GET OUT OF HERE!! Can't you see she's recovering from a bullet wound?!” He noticed the baby in the other man’s hands. “Will you PLEASE remove that infant from the premises!”
“Can I hold him?” Zinnia reached out her hands towards John before looking at Robotnik with her wide, doe eyes. “He’s just a baby.”
“Be gentle, Zinna...” John ignored Robotnik and handed over little Liam to Zinnia.
“Of course!” The young woman held the baby close as she cooed. “Aww he’s so cute!” That unfortunately, prompted Robotnik to let out another outburst.
“Don't let it touch you! A newborn's immune system is weak so that child is a walking disease vector. ZINNIA'S BOYFRIEND! SAY SOMETHING!!”
“What?? It’s fine!” Theodore just gave Robotnik an amused look.
“Liam was born a few days ago, Robotnik, he's perfectly fine!!!” John shot back, smiling proudly.
The scientist growled in frustration before redirecting his attention towards Zinnia. “Fine! Just don't rupture your stitches!” Zinnia however, didn’t seem to pay attention to him as she cuddled the baby close. She noticed something very interesting. Little Liam had one blue eye and one dark brown eye. “Oohhh heterochromia! That’s neat!”
“Heh...Are you alright? What happened???” John worriedly questioned, causing Zinnia to stop smiling and turn gloomy all of a sudden. She looked to her boyfriend and he answered for her. “She got shot in an incident regarding the other Robotnik.”
“The coward fled. He couldn't bear to witness the consequences of his actions...” Robotnik seethed.
“A part of me thinks he’ll be back. After all, from what I’ve seen, you’re not one to give up easily...” Theodore shot the scientist a serious look.
“Oh bollocks. Sorry luv. Can I getcha anythin'?” John asked Zinnia, expressing his sympathy.
“Nothing really... I just want to go home...” Robotnik was quick to disagree with what she said.
“You're not safe there! He knows where you live!!”
“...I could kill 'im if ya need....” John offered, which Zinnia was highly against.
“...John please... I don’t want any bloodshed.”
“Alrigh'...” The mage sat down on a spare chair. “So...What are we gonna do? The bastard hurt my friend, he's gonna pay.”
Robotnik spoke in a grumbling voice. “Why don't you just call him and set him on fire?”
“I would, but since your the same person I'd need his DNA so I don't set you on fire. Lock of hair, fingerprint...”
“No, no. Please, no setting anyone on fire!” Zinnia frantically shook her head.
“Alright. C-can I have my son back...??”
“Oh,” The young woman noticed she still had Liam in her arms. “Of course!” She gently handed him over to John before turning her attention towards Robotnik, her expression determined. “Oh and just so you know, if I’m staying here, so is Teddy.”
“Hm? Oh, right. The boyfriend, of course he can stay here.” The doctor was surprisingly quick to agree.
“I have a name, you know.” Theodore shot him an annoyed look, while in the background, John was talking to Liam using a baby voice. “Hello little hellion. Who’s daddy's little hellion??”
“Of course you do! Anyway,” Robotnik turned towards John. “I'm sure whoever have birth to that child would like to see him, right? I'll have one of my agents show you out.”
“Bloody rude.” John grumbled but agreed to being escorted out, waving them goodbye.
Zinnia waved back before asking Robotnik a question that had been in her mind for a while. “Hey, I just remembered, what happened to that blue hedgehog?”
“Oh, well, he's under surveillance by Agents Sobel and Stone. We need him alive right now, I'm sure he's fine.”
“Last time I saw him, he was hurt pretty badly...” She remembered how he had suffered gunshot wounds, much like her.
“I have some vet technicians working on him. He'll be fine...” The scientist clenched his fist. “He'd better be, for their sake.”
“So... why do you want him alive?”
“The off-brand me has the ability to travel between dimensions, and so does the hedgehog. I'm going to track that bastard down and strangle him with my bare hands...”
“Okay...” The young woman hesitated a bit. “Do you know why the off-brand you was after me specifically?” She already knew but wanted to see what he’ll say.
“He's under the impression that he's going to make you love him. That alone is proof that his intellect is crippled compared to mine.”
“What... but why?...” Zinnia appeared to be deep in thought. “He and the me from that universe were together?”
“So he says.” Robotnik shrugged. “Honestly? I can't imagine any version of you who's stupid enough to fall in love with me. Maybe he’s making it up because he fell for you when he saw you.”
“Hmm...I don’t think he is. He wouldn’t have risked his life like that for something made up.” She suddenly looked at him with a teasing smile. “Are you saying that I’m smart?”
He smirked, feeling so much affection for her at that moment that he didn’t know what to do except pinch her cheek. “What if he made it all up on the spot when he first saw you? And of course you're smart! I don't hire idiots!!”
She giggled while lightly batting his hand away. “I doubt that. Why would anyone make something like that up. And mayhaps I’m not as smart as you say I am, considering I do...love you. Not like that, but as a friend...I do.”
Meanwhile, Theodore was silently watching their exchange with a raised eyebrow, his expression unreadable.
Robotnik was genuinely taken aback by what Zinnia said, and it showed. He literally had no idea how to handle that unknown emotion he was feeling. He hugged her briefly before he stood up and returned to his workstation. “I should let you get done rest. You've had a long day.”
Her smile fades a bit as she looked at him worriedly. “Hey, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable...”
“I'm... I'm not uncomfortable! I just have to ensure that the knockoff version of me doesn't hijack my machines again!”
“Oh! Right, he was able to take control over your drones. Same technology probably...” Zinnia appeared to be deep in thought. “I do wonder, what exactly happened to this other version of me. He told me that I don’t exist in that universe anymore...”
“I have a few ideas as to what happened, and all of them are his doing. I know myself, and by extension I know him better than he knows himself. That man is adrift in a sea of self-delusion.” He scoffed.
“But you’re not like that... Something terrible must’ve happened for him to become this desperate...” She sighed. “So anyway, I guess I should move my stuff to my old room here. The stuff which is back at my house...”
“Not until you're recovered! Or maybe Theo can do it. It's not like he's going to be abducted!”
“Yeah, I can bring all your stuff here. No worries” Theodore readily agreed.
“Oh, and you think I can maybe... get a room with a window this time?” Zinnia asked Robotnik a bit timidly, not knowing how he would react. “My previous one doesn’t have one and it can be a bit suffocating sometimes.”
“Of course you can! And it won't just be a studio apartment, either. I'll make sure that it's nice and homey for you!” The scientist was smiling, overjoyed at the thought of having Zinnia live under his roof again.
“Really?” The young woman smiled brightly. “That would be great, if it’s not too much trouble of course!”
“Of course it isn't! You can even let Theo live with you! And... that fucking bird...”
“Oh yeah! I think he’s with Emil right now. And... I get that you still have a grudge against him. I’m sorry once again that he bit you. But look on the bright side, now we have something we can use to differentiate between you and your other self!” She giggled.
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The next day, Zinnia was visited by Agent Stone. She got up from her bed to greet him. After doing so, he asked about Robotnik. “Has anyone seen the doctor? I don't think he's eaten in the past 24 hours and that's upsetting...”
“He hasn’t?? He’s been so worried about me lately. I feel kinda bad. Her boss was so busy looking after her, he neglected to take care of himself.
“Right--that other doctor shot you! Are you feeling better? ... Do you think there's another Agent Stone?”
“I’m much better. It still hurts a bit but other than that, I’m okay. Hmm I don’t know actually. There could be a possibility if there’s another me.” She answered.
“Two doctors... Imagine...” Stone looked lost in his thoughts all of a sudden, which caused Zinnia to give him a deadpan look.
“Stone... please stop.”
“Sorry! I wouldn't leave this dimension anyway, not since I'm finally allowed to talk to my daughter! She's a freshman at UC Berkeley!” Agent Stone said with pride in his voice.
Upon hearing that, Zinnia perked up looked at him curiously. “Oh really? I didn’t know you had kids. What’s her name?”
“Just the one. Her name is Sina Contreras. She, well, she took her mother's name. And that's fine!” He took an old photo out of his wallet. “She's grown so much since I took this picture of her...”
The young woman smiled brightly as she took a look at the photo. “Oh, she’s adorable!”
“She really is! And she lets me call her every week now. I finally was able to give her all of the letters I'd written to her all these years--”
“Agent Stone! What are you doing in here?! You're supposed to be guarding that blue rat!!” Robotnik barged into the room.
“That’s great! I’m so happy for you--” Zinnia’s attention turned towards her boss. “Oh hey, he was telling me that you haven’t eaten anything in a while.”
“Sorry, doctor! I'll just leave now...” And with that, Agent Stone left the room.
“Please do. And I've eaten! See all of those bottles over there?!” The scientist pointed to a bunch of empty Soylent bottles on his desk that he had set up in her room.
“What?? That’s not real food! I can cook something for you if you want.” She offered.
“YOU CAN'T LEAVE YOUR BED! What if you tear your stitches? What if you fall?! You!” He pointed at Theo as soon as he entered the room. “Tell her! You're the one who's her boyfriend!”
Said boyfriend sighed in mild exasperation. “Don’t you think you’re being a bit too overprotective?”
“Yeah...like there’s no need for all the cushion mats and stuff.” Zinnia gestured around her room. Earlier, Robotnik had ordered his custodians to put down cushioned mats on the floor and padding on all the corners, as if he was having the room baby-proofed.
“Of course not! She can do whatever the hell she wants! If "Doctor Theodore" says it's alright, you can run around as much as you want!” The scientist threw up his hands and walked out of the room, only to poke his head back in a minute later. “Just don't leave the compound yet, not until I'm standing over my dead lookalike with his blood dripping from my hands.” Then finally, he left, leaving Zinnia to stare after him with wide eyes.
The silence was broken by Theodore. “Well, that was...something.”
A few hours later, after everything had finally calmed down, Zinnia received a text message while she was laying in bed and just passing time on her phone. It was from the other Robotnik:
Dr Ivo Robotnik
To: Zinnia
Zinnia, you’re alive! That bastard made me think you were dead! But you got shot... I’m so sorry.
Dr Frost
To: Dr Robotnik #2
It’s fine... I’m better now. But how did you find out...?
Dr Ivo Robotnik
To: Zinnia
I saw you... with that infant... You have no idea how good it felt to see you in person yesterday, after so long...
Dr Frost
To: Dr Robotnik #2
Listen, I understand it was very difficult to lose your Zinnia but you have to understand that I’m not her.
Dr Ivo Robotnik
To: Zinnia
But you can be her. No, you are her.
Dr Frost
To: Dr Robotnik #2
I’m not! I don’t belong in your universe. My home is here.
Dr Ivo Robotnik
To: Zinnia
Here with that uptight British man who clearly doesn’t deserve you? With my other extremely more volatile self?! None of those people deserve you! I expect you to trust me and know that I know what’s best. I can look after you better than they can! That’s what I’m trying to do!
Dr Frost
[left on read, feeling very scared indeed]
Dr Frost
To: Dr Robotnik #1
He knows I’m alive. And that I’m here in your compound. I’m scared QwQ
Robotnik was in a room nearby, about to have a quick nap, but the moment he read Zinnia's text he was off the couch and back by her side in an instant. “He's insane if he thinks that he's going to bypass all of my automated defence systems! All of my private agents have been informed of the situation and if they see anyone who looks even a little like me then they're instructed to detain him if he can't supply them with the right passphrase. I'm going to issue your boyfriend a sidearm of his own in case I'm not here, okay? That lunatic will never get his hands on you!”
The young woman sighed sadly and nodded while sporting a very depressed expression. “So we just...wait now? I’m scared...”
"Hey..." Robotnik sat down on the bed next to her and took her hand. "We won't have to wait very long. I'm sure he has some idiotic plan to invade my compound, and he's a very rash and impatient man from what I've seen. When he finally shows his face and tries to use my own creations against me, we'll detain him and humanely dispose of him." he gave Theo a wink over Zinnia's head, and he didn't even attempt to hide the excitement he felt about the opportunity to kill his inferior self.
Zinnia looked up, still with that gloomy expression when she felt her hand being held by a larger one. She first thought it was Theodore but the feel of the glove suggested otherwise. She didn’t expect Robotnik to show this much affection towards her but then again, he’s been overly affectionate ever since she was abducted by him. She shuddered to think about the messages he sent her. She cleared her throat nervously and unconsciously squeezed his hand before speaking up. “You’re right. He has been... but he’s still basically you. He knows everything that you do. The odds right now... aren’t looking good.”
Theodore raised an eyebrow and gave the scientist an amused look but otherwise stayed silent and listened to whatever he had to say.
"He's in enemy territory though, and he knows that you don't want to leave with him. And what I've gleaned from taking with him makes me suspect that your interdimensional counterpart's demise might have been his fault. He probably lost his temper, or he treated her like an object even more than he does now... I know him better than he knows himself. Whatever his upbringing was, I can only assume that it wasn't quite like mine." His expression was grim. He didn't look at either of them. "Unlike him, I know what I am and what I'm capable of. I don't deny my true self."
“But...you don’t treat me badly,” Zinnia mumbled with a far-off in her eyes. “You both are identical...and yet different. I wonder exactly what lead him to become like this...”
Off in the distance, deep in the woods up in the mountains a few miles from Zinnia’s house was the other Robotnik. He had set up a temporary base, hidden within the mountains. Not many people travelled this far and even if some did, all they would see would be trees and land due to his cloaking device. And if for some reason they were to venture closer, his security drones would dispose of them.
The scientist himself was currently recovering from the injuries he had sustained during his fight with his other self and that strange Emil person. He has him to thank for his fractured ribs. While he recovered, he had successfully gained access into the other Robotnik’s security cameras. All his worries and rage dissipated, a soft smile replacing his frown as soon as he saw Zinnia in a hospital room, looking a bit weak and pale but alive. She was holding an infant. That image almost brought tears to his eyes as he was reminded of his late Zinnia who was expecting a child of their own. If he hadn’t screwed everything over, his Zinnia would be alive right now, along with their child. In fact, the child would be three years of age now...But he still has another chance to not only have Zinnia back but their child as well.
’So that bastard lied to me.’ His mind went to that moment when his other self made him believe that she died. Considering he and Zinnia aren’t together in this universe, he was not expecting the response the other one showed when he abducted her. And he loathed to admit that he was unprepared for it. Looks like he’d have to hop back to his universe and get everything he needed to prepare himself for the next time. Because there will be a next time. He will never give up until he has her.
===to be continued? OwO===
#rp#in character#rp turned story#tw: death#tw obsessive behavior#tw obsessive thoughts#angst#jimbotnik#blood-on-my-paws#stuffedfoxwiththewifipassword#doctor robotnik#zinnia frost#Emil Sobel#agent stone#zonic the zone cop#John Constantine#interdimensional#universe hopping#interdimensional travelling#Dozy#Tweety#sonic 2020#original story#it was a team effort#uwu#into the multiverse#my writing#i guess
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Frat boys and first dates
Co written with @inhumanshadows
Even though Nate Heywood is known around school for being a total party boy he is actually really smart he is the rare breed of frat boy that actually studies and cares about his grades.
Ray Palmer got into college on a full academic scholarship and is at the top of his class heading towards being next year's graduating valedictorian.
Ray spent most of his time between 3 places, his best friend Nora's dorm, the school's physics lab and the library where he was now.
"Mind if we share this table?" Nate asked him taking Ray out of his focus on the books surrounding him.
"Oh uh sure," Ray mumbled cleaning up some of his books of the desk to make more space for him, "Aren't you in the biggest fraternity on campus? Why are you here?”
“Physics work and a paper that’s kicking my ass," Nate groans.
"I can help you if you want... Physics is sort of my specialty," Ray offered.
“Dude at this point I’ll take whatever help I can get," Nate replied.
True to his word, Ray actually helped Nate understand the work better than his professor.
“Bro if I pass this class I’ll take you on a date!” Nate says before running off back to the frat house excited to actually turn a paper in on time.
Ray blushed at his remark, he had been secretly crushing on Nate since freshman year but never thought he would notice him.
Ray thinks Nate is joking and doesn’t bring it up the next time he sees Nate to help him study.
Then the study session after that Nate holds his paper with an A written on it in front of Ray's face, "so when are you available for that date?"
Ray looks like a deer caught in headlights, “Pardon?”
“For the date remember? I said if you can get me to pass physics I’d take you on a date. I may be a frat boy but I’m a man of my world Ray.”
Ray panics and runs out of the library, Nate chasing after him nearly catching up a few buildings over.
"Ray what's going on?" He shouts.
Ray keeps running and ducks into a crowd where he finally loses Nate then runs to his best friends room.
“Nora! Help!” he says out of breath.
"What's wrong? Did you set another fire in the lab?" She chuckles.
"Worse... Nate asked me on a date," Ray mumbles.
"But... Isn't that what you wanted?" She asks confused.
"In my dreams yes but in reality this has got to be some sort of frat prank right?"
“Back up sir panic. What happened exactly?”
Ray then explains everything as Nora nods.
“Sounds to me like he means it. But if it is a prank... I’ll break his kneecaps,” she assures Ray.
Nate gives him some time and a few days later shows up at Ray's dorm.
"Care to help me understand what happened the other day?" Nate questions.
“Well you see....” Ray starts to explain but can't find the words.
Cue Nora who jumped in to try to save him, “Ray thought you were joking cause he’s had a crush on you for years. He’s wanted a date with you but when the time came he chickened out and-“
“Okay Nora! Thank you!” Ray blurts out.
"Why would you be afraid of going on a date with me?" Nate asks.
"Because you're this popular frat guy and i thought you asking me out was a joke," Ray says low.
"Ray I really like you and I promise that is no joke," Nate says taking Ray's hand, "so please go out on a date with me."
"Okay," Ray smiles squeezing Nate's hand.
Ray and Nate end up going on a date to a bar near campus that students frequented and Ray was nervous the entire time because it was his first real date.
Nate can see the nerves and holds Ray's hand through the date. “Focus on me Ray.”
They talk and drink and Ray is having the time of his life.
Ray gets a text from Nora in the middle of the date to check up on him and Ray drinks a little more than he can handle so the text back is a scrambled.
Nate can see Ray’s had a bit too much so he pays and is now slowly walking Ray out.
Ray is a sweet drunk and mutters, “you’re so cute!” which makes Nate smile.
Nate notices Ray's phone has been buzzing non stop for the last few minutes so he fishes it out of his pocket and see's Nora's name lighting up.
"Hello Ray?" Nora says in a panic.
"It's Nate," he responds.
"Is Ray okay? I got a text from him that made absolutely no sense."
"He’s fine but a little tipsy, can I bring him to your room? I know his roommate John Constantine very well and I don't want to leave him alone while John party's all weekend," Nate says.
Nora agrees and is there to let then into the dorm building so Ray can sleep it off in her room and after Nate leaves Ray can't stop babbling about how sweet Nate is.
She puts him on her bed with a trash can and some water nearby.
The next morning she wakes up to Ray vomiting his guts out.
“Have a nice date party boy?” Nora teases.
"What happened?" He asks in a haze.
"You can't handle your booze that's what happened," Nora laughs.
"Oh god this is so embarrassing Nate must think I'm so lame," he sighs.
"Just call him nerd," Nora says handing him some aspirin.
Once his hangover subsides Ray musters up the courage to call Nate and thank him for bringing him to Nora's.
“No problem. I wasn’t gonna leave you there wasted and I’m glad Nora called when she did. Didn’t think you’d take too well to waking up at the frat,” he chuckles.
"I don't really drink so i guess i never learned my tolerance limits," Ray says awkwardly.
"Never feel like you have to drink around me when you don't want to.... It is a shame i didn't get to kiss you though," Nate says boldly.
Nate can hear a crash and a laugh faintly on the other side of the line.
“Everything Okay buddy?” he asks.
“Yup… Nora just dropped something.... So... you were gonna kiss me?”
“I still can if you come let me in the building.”
Ray looks out his window to see Nate standing outside who waves up at him.
Ray hurries downstairs and let's him in, showing him up to his dorm.
"I definitely don't miss these tiny ass dorms," Nate says all cheery while Ray is a mess because he wants to kiss Nate so bad but is afraid of being too forward
“Ray? Ray?” Nate says bringing him out of his own head.
Ray blinks at Nate, “What?"
“You spaced out... kinda cute," Nate smiles.
"Oh.. Sorry," Ray blushes.
"Come sit on the bed," Nate tells him.
Ray awkwardly takes a seat next to Nate who puts his hand on Ray's knee.
"I know this is all new for you so we can go as slow as you want," Nate says.
"... What if i don't want slow?" Ray mutters.
“Then we can go as fast as you-“ Nate’s cut off as Ray leans in and kisses him, soft yet full of passion.
When Ray pulls away Nate is slow to open his eyes.
"Well that was worth the wait and since we're not taking this slow do you want to be my boyfriend?" Nate says biting his lip.
“Yes!” Ray jumps on top of Nate, straddling him.
"Woah there," Nate laughs, "how far are we taking this exactly?"
"I'm not ready for you know... Sex but we can make out until my roommate gets back," Ray says running his hand through Nate's hair.
"I'll be going now, bye boys," says Nora who was hiding in the bathroom where Ray totally forgot she was during that whole conversation.
She bolts back to her room where Ava is writing an essay that's not due for another month, “Where’s the fire Darhk?”
“I don’t wanna talk about it," Nora says trying to forget the sounds Ray was making as he kissed Nate.
Meanwhile back in Ray's dorm he and Nate are blissfully making out on Ray's bed until John returned a few hours later.
#legends of tomorrow imagine#nate heywood imagine#ray palmer imagine#ray palmer x nate heywood#steelatom#steelatom fic#fic#co write#co written
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Rats!
Rating: G
1,701 words
Gen
AO3
For @radioactivepigeons who loves Babs being Oracle, Dick Grayson, and rats, written as celebration for her paper! I hope you like it!
Babs glared at her screen. The motion detectors were going crazy in the West Wing, second floor of the Gotham Natural History Museum. The hall where the collection of precious stones and gems was on display behind thick panes of pelxiglas with thick locks and liberal alarms. The problem was the security cameras showed no one there. The footage wasn’t looped or old, she’d already checked, and yet nothing. But the motion detectors going off? In only the West Wing on the second floor? It was almost an annoyance more than anything.
No alarms had been tripped. There was a possibility of malfunction. Except Babs had already piggy-backed into the system and looked for anything out of the ordinary. There was nothing. The motion detectors were genuinely going off, registering actual movement. Except, it made no sense the pattern that they were flashing. She couldn’t trace any path or direction; they were just alerting at random.
Oracle had notified Gotham’s resident vigilantes of the oddity happening at the museum. Since no alarms were tripped, the police hadn’t been called. Babs didn’t think they’d be much use anyway.
Nightwing was the one who answered her request to check it out, slipping into the museum unnoticed except on her screens. “Oracle?” his voice came through her speakers. “I’m here but it looks like all the gems are in their places and the only break-in tonight is mine.”
“Thank you, Detective Wonder, I couldn’t see that myself,” she let a note of dry teasing slip into her voice.
Dick turned to smile at the closest security camera, “Happy to help!”
Smartass. At least it was a good one.
“You’re my hands and feet, Nightwing. So, get to gumshoeing before I boot you for one of my Batgirls.” It was only half a threat and they both knew it.
“Point taken,” Dick laughed. He began a slow trek through the space, looking for anything out of the ordinary and more importantly, anything missing. As he walked, Babs watched the screen showing the motion detectors. If anything, this little exercise was making it all more confusing instead of clearing it up. The sensors registered Dick’s steady and methodical progress and yet still were blinking seemingly at random. So, they were definitely registering movement. But of what?
“Nightwing, is there anything to your left right now? Anywhere to your left, low high?” Babs frowned at the steady blinking of the sensor right next to Dick’s current position and the video feed that showed empty air.
“No. Should there be?”
“According to the security system? Yes,” she sighed. Babs was good at puzzles, genuinely enjoyed them too. Twisting the information this way and that until a pattern appeared. Organizing and sorting until she had exactly what she needed. Taking something apart to see if she could determine how it worked and then put it back together once more. Looking at angles and theories and data. Taking it all in and making something new.
But this? This was chaos. Chaos that was giving her a bit of a headache with the insistent flashing. Not to mention the frustration that was building somewhere between her throat and her chest. In her jaw and her hands.
“O?” Dick said, spinning in a slow circle. “I know this is gonna sound crazy but, do you think this might be something… paranormal? Supernatural?”
Dropping her head into her hands knocked Babs’s glasses askew. “It does sound crazy,” she grumbled. “Except,” she sighed and sat up, “this is Gotham and our line of work so…”
Her fingers darted back to her keyboard, ready to pull up Zatanna or Raven’s contacts. Failing that – and god forbid – she was owed favors from Jason Blood and John Constantine so one of them could figure it out and Babs could wipe her hands of it. Just, she’d probably make Dick stick around to keep an eye on the gems if that was the case.
The call to Zatanna just began ringing through when a flash of white darted across the screen by Dick’s feet. Babs hung up on the mistress of magic and switched back to Dick’s comm. “Nightwing, what was that?”
“Not sure,” and he sure sounded it as he got down on his hands and knees. Dick reached into the shadows and Babs lost sight of what was happening. “Aha!” came his exclamation a few seconds later.
Dick stood again with something clutched between his hands. It was white and grey and wiggling slightly. “Is that… a rat?”
“A rat I know!” Dick sounded downright pleased. Babs hoped that meant he would hurry up and get to the explanation. “Oracle, say hi to Impulse!” he held the rat up to the camera.
“Unless something happened that no one told me about – and that is highly unlikely – that is not Impulse. Impulse is either a five-foot three teenaged ball of hyperactivity or a chaotic eight-year-old. Not a rat.”
Dick was petting the rat and making kissy faces at it. Normally Babs liked his kissy faces but her patience was just about gone. “The rat was named for the former. By the Flash. My Flash. This is his roommate’s rat.”
“Well, Zookeeper Wonder, I’m going to take your word for it but if I call the Pied Piper and you turn out to be wrong, I am sending the recording of this conversation to everyone in my contacts.” Babs trusted Dick; she wouldn’t have been that extreme if she didn’t. Also, it wasn’t really going to be everyone. Just a few key members of the family, Justice League, Birds, and Titans. They would take care of spreading it to everyone else.
The call to one Hartley Rathaway’s personal cell connected and Babs switched on her voice modulator. It wasn’t worth it when running comms, they all knew who she was anyway, but the Pied Piper was a little outside her normal sphere of influence.
“Hello?” was the hesitant voice on the other end.
“Hello Piper, this is Oracle,” Babs said smoothly, watching Dick play with the rat and making her smile.
There was an audible gulp. “How can I help you?”
“You wouldn’t by chance own a rat named Impulse who is currently running around the second floor, West Wing, of the Gotham Natural History Museum?”
A pause. Babs waited.
“Uh, yeah actually? How’d you know?”
“Nightwing is currently giving it scritches.”
The soft sounds of cursing made her smile. Sometimes her job was just fun and even with the headaches she had to admit that. “That would explain a lot. Uh, I am not trying to rob the place if that makes you feel better? I got wind of some of the Rogues going out of town for a heist and thought I could stop them. Think of the rats as my field troops?”
“Ah, so you are the reason the motion detectors have been going nuts.”
“Sorry?”
“No worries. Just, for future reference, a courtesy call would be lovely and the local rodents and birds would certainly be happy to assist in such matters.” Babs smirked at her own joke.
“Right. Of course. Sorry,” there was a distinct wince in his tone.
She almost felt bad, but her scary reputation was more helpful than not. “I’m assuming you’re still in the area and the Rogues have yet to make a move?”
There was a pause, as though he was trying to figure out how to answer in a manner that wouldn’t incur her wrath. Or Batman’s. Ha, as though Babs was going to tell him any of this. No, what Bruce didn’t know didn’t hurt him and if he asked, she’d tell him she and Nightwing sorted it out and instruct Dick to do the same. And for her, he would. Granted, Mr. Rathaway on the other end of the line was unaware of all this.
“Piper?” she prompted. There were other things Babs had to do tonight and while her annoyance had waned and changed into amusement, she still wanted to wrap this up soon.
“Right. Sorry. I’m in Gotham? Fire escape on the building on the other side of the back alley to be exact.”
“Excellent. Do you have a shortwave comm?”
There was a breath of a laugh. Babs smiled; she’d known it was a dumb question too. Wally had a tendency to forget things here and there, which Babs had managed to get her hands on. She knew Piper’s tech and knew it was good. “Yeah. I do.”
“Switch to local channel eight, I’ll have Nightwing do the same and send him out to you. Not that I don’t trust you or your methods, but he is on the scene.”
“No it’s fine, I get it. And I appreciate it.”
Babs grinned. As they talked she had taken the liberty of hacking into one of the cameras on the museum’s rear and used it to locate Piper. Crouched on the lowest platform of the fire escape, a glint of silver that must be his flute in his lap. She could see his face from this angle, the hand he used to hold his phone to his ear pushing the dark green hood back just enough.
“Excellent. Thank you so much, your cooperation is appreciated and let me know if there’s anything I can assist you with tonight. I’m on channel one.”
“No problem. And, uh, thank you.” He seemed a little dumbfounded, eyes going wide on her screen.
“Oh, one more favor,” Babs said before she hung up and switched back to Dick. He didn’t seem to mind being left hanging this long so far anyway, combination of being used to it and distracted by Piper’s rats. “If you could call off your, ah, foot soldiers? I have nothing against rats, but I was this close to calling an exorcist. They’re doing murder on the motion sensors.”
He chuckled softly, just a hint of embarrassed. “Consider them gone.”
Without further ado, Babs hung up and sent Dick to meet him. Thank god it wasn’t a ghost. Magic users just mucked up the security systems for weeks after and she didn’t have the mental energy for all the footage that would need erasing.
#dc comics#barbara gordon#dick grayson#oracle#nightwing#hartley rathaway#pied piper#fanfiction#fanfic#writing#own writing#my fic#the batgirls are better than you#batbros#~~~guess who's still on her piper kick???~~~ it's me. i am.
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Bless me father
Summary: You really needed to get laid. It’s been a long two years. And when the hot stranger walked through the door of your favorite pub and said all the right things, you were sure you made the right descision when you took him home for that night. That was until you saw him 2 weeks later. In the church. Baptizing your friends child.
Words: 4.852 (holy crap)
Pairing: Priest!?John Constantine / F!Reader
warnings: Smut (and a very questionable plot)
A/N: I can’t believe I wrote this. I started this a month ago. Aparently this happens when I listen to too much Hozier and watch that certain episode of Fleabag to often (check Season 2 out). This also started out as something entire differently. But to quote @fanficsrusz (who wanted to be tagged so there you go) We’re going to hell anyway so... enjoy?
„Oh my god.“ You whispered. Looking at your sister, who was sitting beside you.
“What?” She leant to you to whisper back.
“The guy I told you about… From the pub…”
“Can we talk about him, when we’re not in a church at a baptism?”
“It’s him.” You looked at her with big eyes.
“Who?” She asked giving you the side eye.
You gestured towards the man who was holding the baby that was about to be baptized.
“I slept with the fucking priest.”
1 week earlier
It had been one of these days. You know days when you woke up to get to work and had a mood that could only get better instead of worse.
It started with the coffee machine at home being broken. Then your car wouldn’t start, so you had to take the bus to get to work, which resulted in you being 30 minutes late. Thankfully your boss didn’t mind, it had been the first time. But when you got to your desk and saw the amount of work that waited for you, you wanted to scream. Instead you rolled your eyes and got to work.
10 hours later, the only thing that could lift your mood was a beer at your favourite pub.
They knew you there. You basically spend most of your free time there. Not as a crazy drunk person. But you enjoyed your occasional beer. And the company.
“There you are. I was wondering if you would get here today.” Alex, the owner of the pub, said as you sat down in front of him. He looked like your godfather. But younger. And more Swedish.
Your beer was standing in front of you only seconds later. You took a big sip.
“Jesus this day sucked.” You sighed, losing your coat, putting it on the seat next to you.
“Wanna talk about it?” Alex looked at you.
“It’s just one of these days…” You knew exactly why you were in such a shitty mood. Alex looked at you calmly.
“It’s been 2 years on the day, hasn’t it?” He asked. You nodded, picking up your beer and emptying it.
“You need to get over it.”
“You don’t just get over your husband dying in a car crash.” You looked at Alex, who was sighing.
“I know. But he wouldn’t want you to be miserable. He’d say you need to get laid. It’s been 2 years Sweetheart.” Alex winked at you, which made you chuckle. Yes. That sounded like Jake. And Alex would know. He was his best friend.
“And how do I get laid? It’s not like there’s a line somewhere.”
The door of the pub opened, and your head turned in the direction, to see who entered. Good thing you already drank your beer. There was no other words as to describe him as sex on legs.
Completely dressed in black, he looked through the room and slowly made his way to the opposite end of the bar you were sitting in. He had short dark hair, no beard, which brought out his perfect cheekbones. Alex chuckled beside you. You closed your mouth which apparently had opened and coughed looking at him.
“Maybe he can get you laid.” He whispered grinning, walking down the bar to take his order.
“Oh my god shut up.” You called after him, which made him laugh loudly. The hot stranger looked at you, his eyebrows raised, before his attention was on Alex to order.
Another beer was placed in front of you a couple of minutes later.
“I need to get up early tomorrow. No more beer for me. But I’ll take a tea.” You told Alex.
“It’s not from me.” You looked at him, and he nodded in the direction down the bar.
“Oh come on. Stop messing with me.”
“I’m not. He told me to get you your favourite. Because you looked like hell.”
“You’re kidding.”
He shook his head.
“I’m not.” He held his hands up innocently. You looked at him, and came to the conclusion, that he was not messing with you. You got up, took the beer and walked over to hot guy.
“Are you always randomly offending people, or am I the exception?” You asked, standing beside him. He turned in his seat to look at you. His brown eyes taking you in. Damn.
“It wasn’t my intention to offend you. I merely wanted to improve your day.”
“By saying I look like hell?”
“By inviting you for a drink, so you wouldn’t think about what is on your mind.”
“Right.” You looked confused at him, there was a hint of a smile on his lips.
“If you want talk about it…”
“Why would I talk about my issues with a complete stranger?”
“People say I’m a good listener.”
“What people?”
“People.” He shrugged his shoulders. Alex apparently had served him his drink. Scotch.
You still looked at him confused, as he picked up his glass and brought it to his lips. You breathed in deep, as you saw his jawline work. Jesus fucking Christ…
“Tea?” Alex stood beside you, trying to hide his grin.
“Thanks.” You took it and sat down beside hot stranger guy who looked at you.
“I’m John by the way.”
“Y/N.”
“So what is on your mind?”
“Just a shitty day I guess.”
“Talk about shitty days.” He shook his head, breathing out loudly.
“Oh?” You asked.
“First day at the new job. Not exactly happy how it went.” He explained.
“Wanna talk about it? People say I’m a good listener.” You smirked at him. He laughed, holding his hand in front of his mouth. That was cute.
“Not much to talk about. I took over the job that had been done by someone else for almost 20 years and everything is a mess. It will take me forever to sort it out.”
“Sounds complicated.”
“It is complicated. Thank you. The first one who finally understands me.” He genuinely smiled.
“You are very welcome.” You winked at him and you could swear you saw him blush, but he hid his face in his hands very quickly.
You looked across the room to spot Alex who was giving you two thumbs. You rolled your eyes and put you attention back to John.
“So what about you?” He asked you.
“What about me?”
“Why did you have a shitty day?” He put his head on one of his hands, turning his whole attention to you.
“Oh… Just… Work stuff. And a broken coffee machine in the morning. And… then my car wouldn’t start. Shit I forgot about that.”
“Good thing it’s Friday. Or do you need your car tomorrow?”
“Nope. I’m planning on staying in bed the whole weekend.” You nibbled innocently on your tea and John coughed, having just drank from his scotch.
You put your hand on his back, rubbing it gently.
“You okay?” You asked him. He nodded.
“Thank you.”
“So, if you just started working here, have you seen any of the sights?” You asked him, having talked for about an hour about what came to your minds.
“I actually grew up here.”
“You did?”
“In the orphanage on the other side of town.”
“Oh. I’m so sorry. What happened? If you don’t mind me asking.”
“It’s been 40 years, I think I can tell you, that my parents died in a car crash, when I was 4 years old.”
“Must have been hard to grow up there.”
“It was.” He looked at your hand, which was laying on his. You didn’t even notice that you put it there. He turned his hand, enwinding your fingers with his, drawing small circles on the back of your hand. You closed your eyes, breathing in deep, before you opened them again to look at him. The look he gave you, with his slightly parted lips, eyes as dark as chocolate, made you shiver.
“We’re closing.” Alex shouted and you blinked a couple of times, before you turned your head. There were only 4 people left, including the two of you.
“Put it on my tab?” You asked Alex.
“Sure thing. What about you?” He looked at John, who still had the same expression on his face. He searched for a couple of notes, and handed him over to Alex.
“That’s 20 to much.”
“Keep it.” He finally looked at Alex, smiling gently.
“Well thank you. Please come back as often as you like.” Alex smiled. John nodded.
“Do you need a lift home?” Alex asked you.
You looked from him to John.
“I think I’m good Alex. Thanks.”
“Well then. See you tomorrow.” Alex handed you your coat. John stood and held it out for you, helping you put it on.
“Thanks.” You knotted the belt of you coat, looking up at John. He really was tall. You didn’t notice it all the time you were sitting beside him.
“Can I give you a lift home?” He asked, putting his jacket on.
“That would be great, yes.” You smiled up at him, already going to the door.
As soon as the cold night air hit you, you were wide awake. Were you about to invite a complete stranger into your home? Well not complete stranger. You liked him. He wasn’t wrong when he told you, that he was a good listener.
The door behind you opened, and John stepped out, a cigarette in his mouth, lightening it on his way over to you. What was it about good looking men and cigarettes?
“Where’s your car?” You ask.
“I don’t have a car.” He came to stand in front of you and nodded his head to your right, where a motorcycle was standing.
“I’ve never rode a motorcycle.” You confessed.
“Well another first time.” He whispered, putting the hair, that had fallen into your face, behind your ear, softly touching your ear, caressing you cheek.
“Another first time?” You asked hoarsely, your hand hesitantly wandering up his chest. He was so close.
“First time at the new job. First time at the pub. First time meeting you. First time…” He turned his head, to push the smoke out of his lungs, throwing the cigarette away. You could feel his heart beating, beneath your fingers.
“First time?” You asked shakily.
“We shouldn’t do this.” He whispered as he bend down to kiss your lips. His soft lips lay firm on yours, his arms coming around you, to put you flush against his chest. Your hands wandered into his neck, up in his hair, making him open his mouth, where your tongue found his. He bit lightly into your lip as you parted for some air. Apparently you needed air to survive. A weird concept when you knew you could be kissing him instead.
He looked down at you. You could see the passion in his eyes. But there was something else in it. Confusion? Regret? You weren’t sure.
“Let’s get you home.” He again whispered and helped you sit on his motorcycle, putting the helmet on your head, before he himself sat in front of you, grabbing you hands, crossing them around his waist. You clanged to his back.
“Where to?” He asked. You gave him your address, offering directions.
“No need. I know exactly where to go.” He winked at you, as he put his helmet on and started the engine.
You barely made it through the door of your house, as John picked you up, pinning you with your back on the door, kissing you demanding. Your legs came around his hips, as his hand wandered up your thigh, his other hand next to your head on the wall. You whimpered, as he began to roll his hips, making you feel just how aroused he was.
“We shouldn’t do this.” He whispered again, his tongue drawing a line down your throat, kissing your neck.
“You... You keep saying that… But you’re doing it anyway.” You stuttered, drawing your head back to rest at the door behind you. He pushed you further up, his hand wandering from your thigh up to you cleavage. He opened the first buttons of you blouse, before he quickly shoved it open, buttons flying everywhere. His tongue dipped between you still clothed breasts, before he put the cup of your bra down, and gently sucked on your nipple, before he bit in it, making you cry out loud.
“Keep doing that, and I’m going to…” You started to say, as his lips closed around your other bud, sucking hard, his tongue flicking around it.
“Oh god…” You cried out, your whole body shaking. He stopped what he was doing, looking at you.
“Did you just..?” He raised an eyebrow. You grabbed him by his shirt, and kissed him hard.
“Yes I did just cum John. And you haven’t even touched me anywhere near to where I want you to touch me.” Growling he pushed you off the door.
“Bedroom.” There was no question in his voice. You put your feet down on the ground, suddenly feeling very confident, as you removed your blouse and opened your bra, never leaving his eyes, as you let them both fall to the ground. His eyes taking you in. You turned around, walking up the stairs to your bedroom. It wasn’t long until you felt two arms around your waist, his head coming to rest on your shoulder before he picked you up again, tossing you on your bed shrieking. You turned, resting your weight on your arms as you looked up at him. The only light in the room was the moonlight that came through the windows, accenting his figure even more. He wasn’t just hot. He was beautiful.
“You’re wearing entirely to many clothes, John.” You said, wetting your lips, as you looked up at him. You pushed yourself up, to knee on the bed and began to open his shirt. One button after the next, before you slowly pushed it down his shoulders. Kissing his collarbones, your hands rested on his chest. You let your tongue wander down, nibbling on his nipple. You looked up at him, his eyes watching your every move.
You kissed yourself down his stomach, dipping your tongue into his bellybutton, before your hand began to rub him through his pants. He was impressive to say the least. He moaned, as you slowly worked your hand up and down. You could see his jaw tense, he closed his eyes, surely enjoying what you were doing. You were about to open his belt, when you felt his hands on yours.
“Lay back, legs up.” He whispered demanding.
You bit your lip, as you let yourself fall down into your bed. He grabbed your legs, slowly dragging down your pants and panties in one go. He tossed them behind him, kissing your ankle, as he slowly kneeled down, spreading your legs on his way down. You suddenly felt very exposed, laying like this in front of him, and tried to close your legs, as you felt his lips on your inner thigh. You looked down at him, as his head lay in front of you, just looking at your core.
You were about to ask, what he was doing, when he gently pushed himself up and his lips lightly sucked on your outer lips. You let your head fall back in the sheets, moaning deeply. It had been more than 2 years since anyone than you had even touched you.
Sucking and licking his way up he closed his lips around your clit and flicked his lips over it. Your hands flew into his hair to hold him there. You could feel him smiling, as he licked himself down to your opening, shoving his tongue into you. You couldn’t look away from his eyes, that were intensely looking at you, as he began to eat you out. You were breathing heavy, when you felt two of his fingers pushing into you, his tongue working on your clit. Your hips started to move to get him deeper ,when his fingers brushed over a particular spot inside you, that had you nearly screaming.
“There it is...” He himself nearly moaned. He put all his attention to this spot, while you grabbed the sheets beside you.
“Fuck. I’m gonna...” You moaned.
“Come” He murmured, sucking hardly on your clit. You came, your whole body shaking, breathing heavy, rolling your hips, as he fingerfucked you through your orgasm. You were pretty sure you saw stars at some point.
He pulled his fingers out of you, putting them in his mouth before he leant down to you, kissing you, tasting yourself. Your hands crossed behind his neck, making their way down his strong back, your fingers sneaking in his pants, lightly scratching his ass.
He growled, reaching for your hands.
“Hands up. And leave them there.”
“Yes Sir.” You groaned, putting your hands above your head, resting them on your pillow. Who would have thought you like being manhandled?
He opened his belt, pulling it out of it’s loops in one movement, throwing it on the ground. You bit your lip. The anticipation was nearly killing you.
He opened the buttons of his pants, letting them drop to the ground. Apparently he wasn’t a big fan of underwear. Crawling on top of you, you suppressed the urge to put your arms around him. He kissed himself up from your hips, leaving a line to your breasts, up to you neck, before his lips were on yours. You could feel him at you entrance, rolling your hips to get some kind of friction. He bit in your earlobe and sucked on the skin behind you ear. Your hands came to rest on his back, lightly scratching his skin, as he looked at you.
“Didn’t I say to leave your hands up?” He asked, moving his tip up and down your slit, making you moan.
“I never said I would.” You rolled your hips, his tip slightly sinking into you. He smirked before he pushed forward and thrusted his length into you. You closed your eyes, opening your mouth but no sound came out of it. You felt so full.
“Open your eyes.” He whispered, his left arm sneaking behind your back, lifting you up slightly. You opened your eyes, breathing in deep as he began to slowly move inside you. Unintentionally you clenched your muscles, making him moan.
“God you’re tight.”
“It’s been some time.” You groaned, rolling your hips to meet his movements.
“For me too.” He grabbed your leg, putting it over his shoulder, fastening his pace.
“I find that hard to believe.” You shuddered, as he brushed against that spot again.
“Hmmm... Harder” You moaned, your hands wandering down to touch yourself.
He started to thrust harder into you, grabbing your other leg, putting it on his shoulder too. He was so deep inside of you, you would be sore for days. His hand came down, to where you were touching yourself, moving your hand faster, as he quickened his movements.
Your whole body shook as you came within seconds, hissing he pulled out of you to come on your stomach. You were both breathing heavy as he leaned down to kiss you, before he let himself fall on his back next to you. Neither of you moved or said anything for a couple minutes, both of you trying to control your breathing. When you began to shiver, this time from the cold, you got up to the ensuite to pee and clean yourself a little. Walking back you saw him looking at you, so you extra swayed your hips. As you climbed back into your bed, warm arms came around you to pull you on his chest. You put the blanket above both of you and fell asleep within the next minutes, listening to his heartbeat.
…..
Your sister looked at you with big eyes, before she straightened up in her seat, eying the priest. There was no doubt. It was John, that was wearing a beige robe, taking about how blessed this child is, now that it is about to be baptized and become a child of god.
“I mean he is hot. You didn’t lie there.” Your sister said, turning her head to you.
“He still is a priest. A catholic priest. Who is supposed to live in celibate.”
“From what you’ve told me, I don’t think he lives in celibate.” She whispered, wiggling her eyebrows. The priest looked through the crowd and was startled for a second, as he spotted you. You were still trying to wrap your head around the fact that you had the best sex of your life with a catholic priest, so you didn’t really pay attention to what he was saying.
You were standing outside together with your sister, when you shivered. Your sister looked behind you, and then back to you.
“I’ll leave you to it then.” She kissed your cheek. “Don’t blame yourself. He should have told you. Also. He’s really really hot.”
“Not helpful.” You whispered back as she smiled.
“Father.” She greeted him and left you standing with him.
Shaking your head you exhaled and turned around.
“Can I do something for you, Father?” You raised your eyebrow and John looked down at you. He had lost his robe somewhere on the way and was only wearing his black pants and dress shirt. And his clerical collar. You crossed your arms in front of you. Waiting for him to say something.
“I should have told you.”
“No shit.” You hissed. A couple of heads turned towards you and you nodded smiling at them until they turned away from you.
“Would it have mattered if I told you?” He asked. You thought about that. Would it? You took to long to answer, and saw him nodding his head, a little smirk on his face.
“I can’t talk about that on the baptism of my friends baby.”
“Then come see me later. I’ll be here.” He gestured to the church.
“ I’m sure you will.” You said and left him standing.
“Oh please. Don’t tell me you would have said no, if he had told you. You merely regret the lost opportunity of moaning Father when he made you come.” Your sister said.
“Rude.” You punched her arm, drinking your second glass of prosecco. You had left the party after the baptism rather shortly. Your sister following you. Now you were sitting on her balcony, looking down the street.
“What did he say after I left?” She asked.
“He wants to talk. I should come see him at the church.”
“What are you doing here then?”
“Trying to talk myself out of going there, because I don’t think I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself, if he’s standing in front of me.”
Your sister shrugged her shoulders. “We’re all going to hell anyway. If you get all hot and bothered because you get laid by a priest, who cares? We’re atheists anyway.”
“How are we related?” You asked her and shook your head laughing, emptying your glass.
“Okay I’m going.”
He was standing outside of the church, when you exited your car. The sun just started to go down, leaving a pink light to illuminate everything. He spotted you right away and walked towards you, putting his cigarette out, which he had been smoking.
“You have some explaining to do.” You told him. He nodded.
“Let’s get inside. I have to get my stuff.”
“Okay.”
You walked behind him into the church. You shouldn’t be thinking about how his naked skin under your fingers felt. Or how he tasted, but you couldn’t help yourself. Stopping in the middle of the aisle you looked up to the big cross hanging in front of you.
You never had been raised religious. Your parents didn’t believe in it, and neither did you. Still, it felt weird. Having thoughts like these in a church. The house of god. Where people came to pray.
“If it would make you feel better, I could take your confession.” John was standing at the altar, waiting for you.
“I’m not catholic. And I don’t think you taking my confession would help me ease my thoughts. Shouldn’t you be confessing? Or punishing yourself? You didn’t just break you celibate, you lied. You drank. Aren’t these all things, you’re supposed to not be doing? Stop smiling at me you idiot.”
“I’m sorry. And yes. Yes you’re right. I did break all the rules to have you but I don’t regret it.”
“No?”
He walked towards you and your breath hitched, when he stopped right in front of you. You could feel his warmth and smell his scent.
“Let me take your confession.” He whispered into your ear and you swallowed. Where you about to have kinky sex in a church? He tilted his head, towards the confessional and started walking towards it, disappearing on the left side. Headshaking you followed him, sitting down on the right side, closing the curtain. There was little coming from the other side where John was sitting.
“So what should I confess to you now?” You asked, crossing your legs.
“That’s not how it works. You say Bless me father for I have sinned and then you tell me when your last confession was.”
“But I’m not catholic.”
“Humour me.”
“You just want me to address you as father because you like hearing it, don’t you?” And deep inside you, you did too. You were met with silence on the other side
Ah fuck it.
“Bless me father for I have sinned. I’ve never confessed, so it’s been a little more than 32 years.”
“What do you have to confess?”
“Apart from sleeping with a catholic priest who is sitting next to me?” She quirked her eyebrow. You could hear him chuckle.
“Yes. Apart from that.”
You sighed.
“Well I’m not exactly familiar with your rules. But... I guess it’s safe to say I use God’s name in every way not appropriate. Let’s see... I once lied to my mom about going to a slumber party with my best friend, when I really went to sleep with my boyfriend. Oh I stole a bathrobe at a hotel once. I’m good at this.” You laughed a little.
“This is not supposed to be fun.”
“Well maybe you should confess your sins then.” You suggested.
“You’re no priest.”
“And I’m not catholic and yet her I sit, confessing my sins to you.” You were met with silence again.
After a couple minutes you were pretty sure, that he wouldn’t talk, so you stood, walking out of the confessional, when a hand grabbed your wrist, and he pulled you back, closing the door behind you, pushing you down on his lap. His lips were on yours, as his hands wandered under your dress up your thigh. Your hands were in his hair. You couldn’t believe this was happening. He rubbed you over the thin fabric of your panties, before he pulled it to the side and shoved his finger deep inside of you. You bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning. Arching your back, your hands came to his shoulders, lifting you up and down, as you rode his finger. He added two more and you positively lost your mind. Until he firmly grabbed you hip, keeping you still, stopping all his movements, with his fingers buried deep inside of you.
You looked down at him.
“You want me to confess my sins?” He asked you, slowly moving his fingers inside of you. You bit your lip and nodded.
“I came here to take care of something, but on my first night here I met you.” His thumb came up to your clit, beginning to slowly draw circles, while his fingers still moved within you. You whimpered.
“And instead of focusing on my task here, all I can think about is the various places I want to fuck you in.” He began to move faster.
“It’s difficult as it is, trying to play the priest, but you...” He shook his head. “You I haven’t counted in.”
It took a while until the information he just gave you, processed in your brain.
“You’re not a priest?” You asked.
“I didn’t say that.” He smirked.
You crossed your arms around his neck, as you felt your orgasm approach fast.
“John...” You breathed as you came, tugging on his hair, as you rode down your high.
You barely heard his zipper, before he replaced his fingers inside you with his cock.
“Oh god.” You moaned quietly.
“Again with the blasphemy.” He chuckled, grabbing your legs, to put them behind his back, picking you up and pressing you against the wall. He started to push into you faster and harder.
“Bloody Hell John” You moaned, as you felt his finger rubbing your clit. You were about to come again.
“That’s where we’re all going anyway honey.” He groaned in your ear, as he spilled inside of you, taking you over the edge with him.
#ff#fanfic#fanfiction#keanu reeves#smut#I'll be outside#waiting for the ground to open#because you know hell and stuff#john constantine x reader
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“I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore...” 1/3 - Batfam x Reader (Marvel crossover)
A while ago, my computer got wrecked and I couldn’t afford to buy a new one. People suggested I open a “GoFundMe” and all and I ended up doing it. A lot of peeps came to my rescue, and I was able to buy a new computer...This story is for one of the people that helped. Thanks very much, Anna, for your 35 euros. It’s a huge amount (at least to me) and it really made my life better and helped achieve the goal of a new laptop. I hope you will like this story :
PART 2
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“Klarion, NO !!”
“Klarion yes ! Hahahaha”
“You have no idea what it will do, you-”
Too late.
But of course, as if someone like Klarion would wait and listen to the Batman trying to reason with him.
Nope, double nope. He wanted to do it, and he didn’t care much about the consequences right now, as he was too excited ! Maybe he’ll regret it later, but that was his future self’s problem !
Klarion’s laugh is the last thing you hear, as a bright light encircles you all.
Your mother instinct kicking in, you grab your nearest kid, who happens to be Jason.
Frankly, as he’s the tallest out of all your children and is even a bit taller than his father, you can’t actually do much to protect him really. But when this specific instinct kicked in, you didn’t think about the technicalities of things, and just acted, grabbing his arm and yanking him to you. Holding him tightly, feeling like this was very important.
Damian wasn’t far either, and you were reaching for him when your world turned upside down. Your last sight was of your youngest boy trying to get to you…
A heavy dread fell on you, as you felt yourself being flung all around, clinging to Jason so you wouldn’t lose him too. Because as you saw Damian’s image fade into the light, it felt like this. Like you just lost all your kids but Jason. And lost Bruce too, while being thrown…wherever.
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Klarion stole “Michael’s sword”.
The actual Archangel Michael.
It belonged, as of late, to Zauriel, a fellow Justice League member. But Klarion stole it, and ran away with it. And in a cruel twist of fate, he was last sighted in Gotham City and it was bestowed to your family to find him and bring the sword back. Zauriel was on his way when you caught up with the “Witch Boy”.
You found him below the city. In an old abandoned subway station, long out of use because weird things always happened in it. The city closed it down decades ago, putting all the problems it had on a disfunction in the electric system...But you knew the truth.
John Constantine took a look a while back, and said it was a place to keep an eye on as it had all the specificities to have gates open, whatever that meant really. He didn’t actually give more details...Typical Constantine.
Obviously, Klarion didn’t choose this place randomly.
Of course he didn’t.
Michael’s sword. A weapon capable of “tearing through realities” (according to Zauriel).
A place known to be favorable to “gate opening”.
Klarion.
Nothing was random. Duh.
************
And here you were, feeling like you’d been falling for ages. Just falling and falling, or were you standing still ?
All your senses were confused, and you couldn’t figure out wether your head was up or down. When the light finally died down, and you opened your eyes, you were…exactly in the same place ?
Still in that old abandoned subway station.
Except it was just you and Jason now.
The rest of your family was nowhere to be seen.
You let go of your son, who was looking very green.
Jason has always been car sick, so that weird trip across the light, not knowing wether you were up or down, must have been a nightmare for his weak stomach.
You almost smile at the thought of what people would think if they knew the ruthless Red Hood couldn’t handle an hour car trip without getting really nauseous (and oh my God you still remember the “Dineyworld’s tea cups debacle” for his 9th birthday).
Yes, you almost smile at the thought.
But you don’t.
Because right now, your biggest worry wasn’t the fact that your kid might throw up (though you took a few steps away from him, worst case scenario, you’d comfort him after), instead, it was...where were your other children ? Where’d they go ? And Bruce ? Were they ok ?
You could only hope that just like you, they just ended up...elsewhere. But were safe. Because except for Jason feeling nauseous, he didn’t seem to have anything wrong with him. And you were definitely fine.
At least, the thought of this was comforting. There was no reasons that you and Jason came out of “this” (whatever “this” was) unharmed, and the rest of your family would get hurt...Right ?
And that dread that took over you as the blinding light appeared came back full force. When you started to be tossed around in that “light” (or were you just standing still and everything moved around you ?), that feeling that you might lose your family forever wouldn’t leave you.
Zauriel used Michael’s Sword to change dimension, and you assumed this was what just happened, right ?
What if you all ended up in different universes ? How would you ever get back to each others ?! Oh God did that mean that Damian was on his own ?! But he was so young !! And Tim too !
Oh who were you kidding ?
The fact that even Dick, who was a grown man, or Bruce, who clearly could handle himself, were alone stressed you the hell out too.
Because who knew where they’d end up ?! What if they were in a hostile world ?! You were starting to hyperventilate a little bit at the mere thought of not seeing them ever again, when you felt a comforting warm hand on your shoulder.
“Are you ok, mom ?”
This brought you back to your senses in a matter of seconds.
Every time one of your kids would try to reassure you, this motherly instinct that was always inside you would kick in. Because in your head, you were supposed to comfort them in tough times. Reassure them when they were scared.
Be there at their worst moments, ready to pick them up.
You smile at him, and take a good look around. And that’s when you start to see the slight differences between Gotham’s station and this one.
The architecture is almost same, but the colors aren’t. And there, in the corner, instead of the “Gotham City” you’re used to see, it reads “New York City”. Mm. Which NYC though ?
It seems like you’re in a similar world, at least the subway looked the same. But what would you find once you’d get out ?
You turn to Jason, who looked more worried about you than the situation he was currently in, and with a smile, you say :
“Well my boy, I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore...”
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One quick look around, and Bruce knew he wasn’t in Gotham anymore.
He knew his city by heart, and though some of the architecture was similar, he was sure he wasn’t home no more. He actually was pretty certain to be in New York City.
When the light died down, and he opened his eyes, he was in an alleyway that could’ve been one in Gotham but wasn’t.
And his family was gone.
So Bruce entered his “dark mode”, as you’d call it. Where he shuts out all of his emotions and focuses on whatever the problem he’s faced with is.
It was his “defensive mode”, the one he would enter to not lose his mind. Because right now, if he was thinking for too long about the fact that you all most likely were scattered in different dimensions...he would lose it.
The chances of ever finding all of you were extremely low, even if he managed to find Klarion and Michael’s sword. There were billions and billions of different dimensions, and Bruce was already calculating the probabilities of ever finding his kids and wife again...It would most likely take him a lifetime to even just find one...
So Bruce didn’t think about that, and instead focused on his surroundings.
He was pretty sure he was in New York City. And that he was in a World similar to his original one. It wouldn’t quite make sense for Klarion to use the sword just to move through space. He could always just use magic...Mmm...This was arising another question.
Why did Klarion need the sword anyway ?
He already had the ability to travel through dimensions by opening gates. He never struggled to do it, so why would he need Michael’s sword ? Bruce was trying to think of every possible reasons, but he couldn’t quite find any.
Mainly because even if he was trying to shut down his emotions, he couldn’t help but think about what happened to you and his children. If you were harmed in any way, he had absolutely no way of knowing. Which was driving him crazy.
And what if you’ll never see each others again ? Bruce didn’t think he could survive living in a world without any of you...No. No he couldn’t think about that, or he’d crumble ! Ok. First things first.
He installed trackers in your costumes a long time ago (he was pretty sure that, except maybe for Tim, none of you knew that fact). There was a slim chance you’d all end up in the same world, but there was still a chance. Even if it was just one of you, it was better than none.
Bruce Wayne was never really a hopeful man. Life taught him that hoping for good things to happen never ended well...But right now, as he activated the trackers, he hoped to every gods he knew that you did indeed beat all statistics and ended up in the same World.
The familiar “beep” of the trackers resonated in his earpiece. One. Two. Three. Four. And five. And...
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Damian opened his eyes after the bright light disappeared and...He was standing on the roof of a building, all alone.
“Ummi ?”
Was the first thing to come out of his mouth.
The last thing he remembered, was trying to hold onto you. But the light “grabbed” him and threw him all around...and here he was.
At the top of this building.
All alone.
Was he still in Gotham ? Most likely not. His father’s briefing of the situation said that Michael’s sword had the ability to “transport” people into different dimensions. Was it it ? Was he in a different dimension ?
It looked similar enough to his. He bend down to look at the streets below. Cars, people dressed like they were dressed in Gotham, dogs on leash (of course Damian would notice the dogs).
Yellow cabs. Mm. So he was in NYC huh ?
He twisted his neck to try to see more of what was happening down there. Maybe there were some things that weren’t quite like back home. Or maybe there would be a confirmation that he was still in his own World, but just not in Gotham anymore ?
Damian was wishing with all his might that the sword malfunctioned and send Klarion to another dimension, but only send him and his family through space, and teleported them in other places of their own world. Because if you were all scattered through multiple dimensions, how would you ever find each others ?
Even if Damian felt in his heart that nothing could stop you or his dad to find him...realistically it would still be very difficult right ? If not impossible ?
He’d like to think that nothing was impossible for you, when you entered “full on mom mode”, but this was quite the situation. He hunched over the side of the building even further, thinking that maybe he could-
“You shouldn’t bend down that much at such a high height, buddy. If you fall, you’ll be as flat as a pizza.”
Damian turned around in one move, taking a fighting stance, ready for whatever.
In front of him was a guy, raising his hands into the air to show he meant no harm, and wearing a red and blue costume from head to toes, with...was that a spider drawn on his chest ?
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Dick couldn’t breathe, and he couldn’t understand why.
The blinding light wasn’t enveloping him anymore, but he still couldn’t figure out where he was, or wether the world was up or down. He flailed his arms around, trying to get his balance back, but all his senses were disoriented.
Everything was so cold as well, the world around him was so damn blurry and Dick just couldn’t find an exit to it all.
He felt like he was slowly loosing consciousness when...
Someone grabbed his arm, and then he felt a similar sensation than when he was in the light, but not quite the same thing.
And all of a sudden, he could breathe again, and the world was slightly warmer.
“Mein Gott, what would make a man want to jump into the Hudson river by such a weather, I wonder !”
River ? Oh. It would make sense. Now that Dick could breathe again, and he slowly started to regain his senses, it did feel like he was in water. But after whatever that light travel was, he was just too confused to understand what was going on.
He slowly opened his eyes, and was faced with the most eclectic group of people he ever saw.
“Ya alright bub ?”
One of them asked. Dick rubbed the dirty water completely out of his eyes and finally took a good look at them, sitting up on the cemented dock they dragged him on (he assumed they were the one that got him out of the water somehow?)
The man who talked was short and stocky, very hairy too. Definitely not conventionally handsome, and yet he had an aura about him that made Dick think he must be quite a man !
Next to him, was the most beautiful woman Dick ever saw. Tall, dark skinned, incredible white hair... She looked worried about him, and if Dick had regained all his senses by then, he would have most certainly said the cheesiest pick-up line that ever existed ! Wow !
Finally, right next to her, was a...fuzzy blue man ? He had a bright friendly smile and...a tail ? Um, ok ? I mean, Dick saw weirder in his vigilante career but somehow, those three made him feel like he was actually in a dream.
However as his brain slowly started to function normally again, he just as slowly came to the conclusion that...Ah of course. Michael’s sword. Other dimensions. Mm. Where the Hell did Klarion send him, exactly ?
And were was the rest of his family ?!
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Tim knew immediately he wasn’t in his original world.
Mainly because he was immediately faced with a tall blond guy threatening him with a hammer (????) and a massive green...man (?????) in purple shorts.
The light barely disappeared, and his eyes were just adapting to the surrounding daylight, that he heard a thunderous (haha) voice yelling :
“WHERE IS MY BROTHER ?!”
And bam, he was held upside down by the huge green man. Strangely, his hand around his ankle was rather delicate, given the size of him...Tim had no doubts that that dude could crush him if he wanted to. But for now, it seemed like holding him upside down was enough.
Tim was known to be one of the most quick witted of your family, and that was for a reason. Even as he just came out of a very confusing event, where all his senses were attacked, his brain was working a hundred miles per hours.
This was definitely not his World, his family was gone, and those two guys were definitely meta-humans (if they were humans). They were most likely some of this dimension’s heroes. Tim came to this conclusion thanks to their costume, and the fact they didn’t immediately kill him. Then again, maybe they were just waiting to question him about that “brother”, and were actually villains.
A quick look around and it seemed like this world was somewhat similar to his, as he saw cars passing by a bit further. Him and the two dudes where in a park, and given how big it looked, even as he saw everything upside down, Tim guessed it must be Central Park.
After all, this particular place was easily recognizable.
Connections were quickly made in his brain, and only a few seconds passed as he came to all those conclusions.
Ignoring the voice in his head whispering to him that his family was probably lost in other dimensions too, and that it would be statistically impossible to ever find them again if it truly was the case, he focused on his current situation.
“Where is my brother little man ? We know he’s been in contact with you for the past few months, now tell us where he went ?!”
Brother ? In contact with him for months ? Once again, Tim’s quick thinking definitely came in handy to him.
“I think you have the wrong person, and that we have the same end goal !”
“Is this a trick ? We won’t fall into it, if you’re working with my brother you cannot be trusted !”
“Wait let me finish ! My name is Red Robin and I’m pretty sure I’m not actually from here. I come from a place called Gotham City, and I was, along with my...sidekicks, following a guy called Klarion who stole a sword that allows people to travel through dimensions. I think he’s the guy you’re after.”
The blond man seemed to think about what Tim just said, looking at him deep in the eyes, as if trying to see if he was lying or not. It seemed like what he saw in Tim’s eyes satisfied him enough as he gestured to his friend (?) and the green dude put Tim back on the ground (once again, being surprisingly delicate for his size and stature).
“Alright, I looked into your soul and decided you were a trustworthy man. Well. Trustworthy boy, really. After all our radar indicated multiple places where gates to other dimension opened, so it means that not just my brother’s friend came in. I am called Thor Odinson, from Asgard. And this is my good partner Hulk.”
Thor ? As in…God of Thunder Thor ? Well, the hammer suddenly made sense.
“Hulk happy no smash little man. Hulk not like hurting little men.”
“Um. I’m…also happy you didn’t … « smash » me.”
Tim said a bit awkwardly, and the green giant smiled widely at him. It was kind of cute. But also terrifying. Tim turned towards Thor and asked :
“Thor ? So your brother is…Loki ?”
Thor looked surprised, and, raising his eyebrows and becoming suspicious again, asked :
“You know him ?”
“Well, not really. I just know my North mythology. Which I guess isn’t mythology in this World…Mm, interesting.”
“Do you always talk to yourself like that boy ?”
“Unfortunately, yes. Sorry about that. So. Loki. Is he the God of Mischief here too ?”
“Yes he is ! How do you-”
“Sorry to cut you off mister Thor, but I think I might know what is going on right now...”
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“Well, I guess our only option is to go up ?”
You tell Jason, looking at the stairs that seem to be the only exit out of this place. Your son is about to reply when...he just start to stares at you, eyes wide. You barely have the time to ask what is going on that he jumps on you and tackles you to the floor, protecting you with his entire body.
And then...
Then nothing happens.
“What the hell Jace ?!”
You say, pushing him off of you though he seems reluctant to move.
What got into your son ? He’s looking around like a crazy person now, until his eyes focus on a specific spot and he gets one of the batarang he stole from his father out and shoots.
“OUTCH, MOTHERFUC-”
There’s a soft sound of someone falling on the concrete, and you can’t help but be very confused about what the hell just happened. Who the hell just yelled and...what ?!
Jason bolts on his feet and runs towards the source of the sound. He disappears in the shadow for a few seconds, before dragging a man out of it.
Your son looks absolutely pissed, even though he’s the one that shot that...who was that dude ?
He was wearing a red and black costume and could very well have been a super from your World. But you’ve definitely never seen him before. He had the batarang stuck in his shoulder. In his hand he had...a laser pointer ?
And all of a sudden, connections were made in your head. Jason throwing you on the floor and covering you with his body, then getting angry, the stranger with a batarang in his shoulder, the laser pointer...You crease your eyebrow and turn to your son, hitting him on the chest.
“Don’t you ever do that again !”
“Outch, sorry mom but I thought he was going to shoot you ! What was he doing pointing a laser at you for no reasons like that anyway ?!”
“What ? No that’s not the problem, that guy’s definitely fishy. I’m mad about you protecting me by jumping in front of me like that ! What were you thinking ? If something happened to you I don’t know what...AAAAH !”
You hit him once more and turn around, trying to hold back the tears that came to your eyes and choking on your own voice. Damn it. They always did that. Your kids and Bruce. They always goddamn jumped in front of a bullet or some stupid shit like that ! Not realizing you’d rather die than live without one of them.
You already had to live through the death of almost all your sons. You couldn’t handle this kind of thing anymore. So whenever they’d do such a thing, you’d get all choke up and angry at them. How dare they...how dare they ?!
Jason was rubbing his neck awkwardly, not knowing what to do as you turned your back to him and was sniffling loudly...man, you could be so sensitive sometimes. Though he guessed the fact that he was basically ready to sacrifice himself for you was reason enough to shake you up.
He was about to reach for you when the stranger who was playing with that damn laser pointer started to move again. Without thinking about it Jason reached for him and immobilized him on the floor, saying :
“Not so fast buddy. You’re gonna tell me who you are and what you want with us ?!”
“Wow wow wow, if you want me to explain stop blocking my airways like that “buddy”. Sorry for the bad joke ok ? I haven’t been a superhero for long, I don’t know all the specificities about the job ok ? But you know what, don’t joke around with laser pointer, dully noted.”
“Jason, let him go. You’re knee is most definitely stopping him from breathing. It’s quite something he managed to say such a long sentence really...”
Reluctantly, Jason let go of the man, but kept a careful eye on him. If that guy was trying ANYTHING, especially towards his mom, he was dead. And Jay didn’t care that he promised not to kill anymore, if one of his family member was in danger, he wouldn’t hesitate !
“Pfewwww. Thank you lady, you...Oh. Wow. You’re beautiful. Do you want to ma-”
Rolling your eyes, you catch your son’s arm before he shoots yet another batarang, and make a head gesture to the stranger so he’d continue talking.
“Ok sorry, it’s your mom, I get it, you don’t like hearing about how hot she is. You’re defending your daddy’s honor...if um, there is a daddy ?”
“There is one yes. And he’s extremely jealous, and some would say violent.”
You roll your eyes again. Though Jason isn’t wrong, if Bruce was here, you’re pretty sure another batarang would have been thrown. The dude with the laser pointer continue :
“Ok ok sorry. I’ll stop now. My name’s Deadpool, I’m a hero in training and was send by the Avengers to fetch you two.”
Silence. Deadpool ? Avengers ? ...hero in training ? But “Deadpool” takes your silence as you not believing him so he adds :
“Ok ok, heroes aren’t suppose to lie either I heard. So what if I wasn’t really send by the Avengers ? And what if I’m not really in training but more like stalking them to see how they’re doing things ? Is there really a difference ? They were coming to get you anyway. I just reached you first.”
A few more seconds of silence, and as your brain is trying to work everything out, “Deadpool” starts to hum an elevator music. Jason is the first one to break the silence :
“You said “they” were coming to get us ? How do you know where we were ?”
“Ah ok so, and I know that totally not because I hacked into their surveillance system and am spying on it, but I heard them talk about dimension gates opening kind of everywhere in New York, and having to check it out. So I got one of the location, that happened to be the one that was the least specific because, I guess since you’re underground their surveillance system wasn’t as performant...like I’m pretty sure there’s lead in those walls so...maybe it’s like a certain hero wearing his underwear above his pants, can’t see through it ?”
“Did you just refer to Superman ?”
“Who ? I have no idea what you’re talking about. But in any case they’re looking above ground. I think they don’t know this old abandoned subway station exist. But I do. And here I am, finding you before them.”
“Ok um...”
“Deadpool.”
“Right, Deadpool. You keep referring to “them”, who are they ?”
“The Avengers !”
“Ok...”
“The Justice League of this universe.”
“Did you just-”
“No. I didn’t.”
“You’re-”
“I’m not. Hey now come on, Cap and Iron man are just up there, I bet they’d love to meet y’all. And maybe I’d get back on their good side if I’m the one bringing you to them.”
You exchange a look with your son, and you know you’re both thinking the same thing. There is NO WAY you’re going to follow that mad man. But then he says :
“By the way they’re not the only team that was sent all around NYC to find you and the others that arrived at the same time than you. I’m assuming you know them ? If you want to see those other guys again, you should follow me.”
Once again, you exchange a look with your son, except that this time, it’s full of hope. Could it be ? Or is he lying ? He doesn’t really have any reason to lie, after all, but what if ? Was this a false hope and you were about to get your heart crushed when you’ll realize he’s not talking about the rest of your family ? What if it’s a trap ?
You have no knowledge of this world after all, those Avengers could very well be super-villains or whatever.
But as you look at the man, and though you can’t really see his face with his mask...your guts are telling you he’s saying the truth.
And so, making sure Jason was on board, you nod and follow him out of the abandoned subway station. Still being ready to fight, just in case.
************
The trackers are on, and Bruce’s heart starts to beat like crazy.
They all turned on, and you were all very close from each others ! By some miracle, you all ended up in the same universe ! Or did Klarion plan this ?
Ah but for now, Bruce couldn’t think about that, because you were all here. In this World. Not scattered across the multiverse. He was going to see you all again. He was going to see you all again !
For some reasons, you were all converging towards the same place. Bruce’s eyes narrowed. Were you ok ? Oh if you were harmed, he was ready to let hell break lose on whoever did anything to you !
Now, his heart was beating to the rythm of his stress.
What if you were all hurt ? What if you had been less lucky than him and fell on ill intentioned people ? Kidnapped ? What if you ended up in a part of town that was hostile ? After all, he knew nothing of this world, except for the fact it was somewhat similar to his own...but to what extent ?
Bruce’s mind was racing, raging, he was-
“Seems like he or she is already gone.”
“Ah come on Clint, we didn’t even look.”
“Well nobody is here. And honestly I don’t really fancy looking for “someone” we don’t even know in the entire city. You can though, I’ll look at you while eating pizza. There’s a great restaurant just around the corner from here and-”
Bruce, hidden in the shadows, was listening intently to the two strangers who arrived.
One was wearing a black and purple costume, and had a bow strapped to his back. The other one was a woman, wearing all black, crazy beautiful red hear surrounding her face.
They were clearly looking for him, and as Bruce wondered why their wrist watches started to beep.
There was a small silence, as they seemed to listen to something, and then the man the woman called “Hawkeye” turned to her and said :
“Ah, well I guess we won’t have to search for anyone now huh ?”
“I wonder why Spider-Man is calling us back. He said it was important to thoroughly check any discrepensies the system was showing, and now...”
“Ah well you know what they say, Stark is a genius. People rarely understand geniuses. People like us. Normal, totally normal people.”
The woman scoffs and shakes her head, before saying :
“Ah well, I guess there’s some news. Come on smart ass, let’s go see what is up. They said they caught some of them, I’m curious as to what actually happened...”
Some of them ?
Bruce’s blood froze and boiled at the same time.
Were they talking about his family ? Looking at the trackers on his 3D map, Bruce calculated the direction the two strangers were taking and...it seemed everyone was converging to the same spot.
Without hesitating, Bruce started to follow them.
***********
“I’m not here to hurt you. What are you doing up here all alone ? ”
Damian didn’t lose his fighting stance, and eyed the man with the spider costume suspiciously.
“Who are you ?”
“Ok ok calm down little dude. I’m really not here to fight ok ? Unless you’re here to fight. Are you ?”
“Depends, do you want to fight ?”
“Not particularly. Especially not with a kid.”
“I’m not just a regular kid !”
“Yes, the mask and cape makes that much clear. Are you a super ? I’m one too, I’m one of the good guys !”
“That’s exactly what a villain would say !”
“Ah, you got me there...um...Listen, I’m really not here to fight ok ?”
“Who are you ?”
“Spider-Man.”
“Spider-man ?”
“Spider-man.”
“...You have spider superpowers ?”
“Pretty much. Anything a spider does, I can do too.”
“Spiders can do a lot of things...”
“I can do a lot of things. And even more.”
Damian detected no animosity in that “Spider-man”, and slowly disengaged his fighting stance.
“I’m Robin.”
“Ok. Ok cool. Like the bird ?”
“Yes.”
“Alright. Can you do what birds do ?”
“...Not really. Metaphorically, I guess.”
“Oh. Ok. So um, Robin, what are you doing here ?”
“I’m not sure. We were after a...bad guy, and then I ended up here.”
“We ?”
“My parents and brothers.”
“Ok ok. And where are they now ?”
Damian didn’t know why, but faced with that Spider guy, he felt all his emotions about the possible loss of his family surge all at once. Maybe it was because, even though he was fully masked, Spider-Man was reminded him of his older brothers ?
There was a sort of brotherly aura surrounding that guy.
And so Damian’s shoulder flopped down, and letting his sadness catch to him, he said, voice breaking at the end :
“I don’t know...”
Damian could feel the tears slowly rising to his eyes. It was so strange.
But that Spider-Man made him want to show his true feelings ? Again, must be because he reminded him of his older brothers. But it was also the fact that Damian knew now that he wasn’t in his own world, and that there was a high chance he would never see his parents and siblings ever again.
And all that emotions ? Well until then he kind of kept it in check, but faced with Spider-man’s gentle voice, Damian kind of cracked. It didn’t happen to him often, that he felt like the kid he actually was. But here, in this other world, all alone...Well, he just wanted his Ummi.
And she wasn’t there. And it was scary, and lonely, and what if he was going to never see any of his family member again ?! But Damian still stayed strong. He did not cry. Though he really wanted to.
“Um ok, ok. Where did you see them last ?”
“Before the light.”
“The light ?”
And without quite knowing why, Damian started to say everything that had happened so far to that total stranger. But there was just something about Spider-Man, that made the boy instantly trust him.
Maybe it was his gentle voice, or the fact he wasn’t rushing him. Maybe it was how he first talked to him, or how calm he seemed. Or maybe it was how clearly Damian could see that he was indeed one of the good guy, and had a kind heart ? Your youngest son didn’t even talk to Spider-Man for more than a few seconds, but he felt it in his guts.
He was definitely one of the good ones. Maybe one of the best ones.
Damian wasn’t quite sure why, but he just trusted him.
“Ok so that would explain a lot. I’m um, from a team of superheroes ? We’re called the Avengers.”
“What are you avenging ?”
“What are we avengi...um...nothing in particular. It’s just our name.”
“Oh.”
“...Anyway. We have a defense system against invasion from other dimensions okay ? And it went haywire not long ago. Multiple gates got opened.”
“Multiple ? How many ?”
“I don’t know, a few. I just received a call from mister Stark, and he gave me your location.”
“How did you know I wasn’t a bad guy ?”
“You’re just a kid.”
“The guy who send us here is also technically just a kid.”
“Yeah well...My spidersense didn’t went on when I approached you so...”
“Spidersense ?”
“Like a sixth sense that warns me whenever a threat is about to happen ?”
“Sounds useful. And made up. Spidersense ?”
But as he thought about it further, Damian actually realized it didn’t sound that ridiculous in the end. After all, his father also had the bad tendency to put “bat” in front of every words too...
“Well it’s not made up. And it usually helps me knowing wether people have good intentions or not. And you ? You weren’t hostile. Just scared.”
Well, that much was true...Damian really was scared. Scared to never see his family again.
“Listen, come with me and we’ll try to clear things up ok ? Try to find your parents and brothers, ok ?”
Yes. Yes there was definitely something in Spider-Man that reminded him of his older siblings. He had Dick’s way of talking, and Tim’s talent to find exactly the right words. But also Jason’s stupidity. Geez. “Spidersense” ?!
But all of that made Damian want to trust him. Ah, it’s not like he had much other options anyway...
************
“Wow, this is so cool ! I mean, I flew on someone’s back once, but this is so much-aaaaaaaaah- cooler !”
Damian was holding onto Spider-man’s back who was flinging from building to building thanks to his webs. They were going so fast, and Spider-man was so in control of their fall and all ! It was awesome !
“Haha right ? Ah look, that’s the Avengers’ tower !”
“Oh geez, can you be more obvious ?”
Damian couldn’t see it, but under his mask, Spider-Man blushed a bit. It’s true that the place wasn’t particularly discreet, what with the gigantic neon lighted “A” on the side of the building...
************
At first, he thought they were going to think he was crazy. But then the short hairy man said “he ain’t lying” and they just kind of rolled with it (later, Dick would learn that that said guy had the ability to “smell” when people lied).
Plus they apparently heard weirder in their lives. Which didn’t really surprise your son much, they definitely looked like they went through many adventures.
After Dick explained what had happened to him, and his theory as to how he actually ended up in the goddamn Hudson river, they started to do some explaning themselves in return.
Dick had to admit, this was all a lot of informations for him to take in, right after almost drowning. But he was aware all of this was important. He was stranded in an unknown world, the more he knew the better it was. Even more so since he was learning valuable informations.
Like the fact that “Storm”, “Nightcrawler” and “Wolverine” (the name of the people who saved him) were where he appeared after the defense system from a team called the “Avengers” received warnings that tears in the reality were opening kind of everywhere in NYC.
A guy named...Tony Stank ? Or something like that ? Dick received so many infos that he didn’t catch everyone and everything’s names.
In any case, that guy settled a security system all around the World that would instantly detect any otherworldly threats after their dimension was attacked by aliens years ago (man could Dick relate...), and that’s what warned them about the tears in reality.
They told him there had been seven gates opened, and Dick’s hope went high all of a sudden. Seven ? Including him ? His mom, dad, Jason, Tim, Damian and Klarion. Plus him. Seven. Please, oh please Gods make it so that it really was his family members, and not other errors because of whatever Klarion did with the sword.
But for now, Dick climbed into a car with his saviors, hoping they’ll be able to help out find the rest of his family (if it really was them in the other gates). Thanks to “Wolverine” they trusted him, and were now bringing him to...
“So, we’re going to the...Avengers’ tower ?”
“Exactly mein Freund. It’s quite the place. Not as interesting as the Xavier Institute, but still quite the place. Wolverine here was giving us a private visit of the building. We’re not Avengers you see ? We’re X-Men, but Wolverine here is both.”
“The...Xavier Institute ? X-men ?”
“Our school for mutants. And our team of mutants.”
“Mutants ?”
“Yes, mutants. People with special abilities.”
“Superpowers ?”
“Here we go.”
The woman called “Storm” (a codename, certainly. Dick himself told them he was called “Nightwing”, just in case) rolled her eyes and said :
“Nightcrawler, relax on all the informations. The poor boy is going to be completely lost. We already told him a lot.”
Dick gave her a thanksful look. He already started to like a lot those three people, but he was having an information overdose and couldn’t follow much anymore. And so, for the rest of the way, he started to talk to them about his original world. It was more relaxing to do so, really...
************
“So you think that Klarion, is the one that communicated with my brother ?”
“I’m almost 100% sure yes, their personality seems to really fit each others.”
“On a scale from an angry raccoon to Ragnarök, how dangerous the both of them could be together ?”
“Well I’m not too familiar with the Loki of this World, but if he’s anything like in the mythology stories from mine ? Then we’re very close from total Mayhem indeed.”
“So, Ragnarök.”
“Yes, Ragnarök.”
Tim said dramatically, as Thor’s eyebrows almost joined each others in the middle of his brow from the force with which he creased it.
“That’s not good.”
“You don’t say.”
“No, I do say it.”
“It’s an expression...”
“An expression of what ?”
“...Nevermind. So, where are we going ?”
Tim was sitting on Thor’s back as he was...swirling his hammer around so that he could fly ? And Hulk was following them closely, jumping from building to building.
“The Avengers’ tower. Where my friends are. They’ll find a solution for sure, they’re very smart. Like you.”
“How do you know I’m smart ?”
“Well little man, you kept your cool as Hulk was holding you upside down, and managed to form theories as to what is happening in matter of seconds. Even an idiot like me can get that you’re very smart.”
“Thank you. I don’t think you’re an idiot.”
“Oh believe me, when it comes to hitting things ? I’m great. But I often let my emotions overwhelm me and tend to just jump into a situation without forming a plan first.”
“Well, at least you seem very self-aware of your flaws ?”
“Not even ! I’m only repeating what Bruce told me.”
“Bruce ?”
“Yes, the green guy down there. Sometimes he’s Hulk, sometimes he’s Bruce.”
“Ah, kind of like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde ?”
“Exactly like that ! Well when he’s Dr. Jekyll, he’s very smart too. And a great therapist.”
“He’s a therapist ?”
“No, he’s a scientist.”
“Oh. Ok...”
There was a short silence, before Tim started again :
“I still don’t think you’re an idiot. If you truly launched yourself in a situation without thinking, then you would have crush me with your hammer, right ?”
Thor’s face brightened, and he turned to him :
“Ah, you’re right !”
“I think you’re too harsh on yourself. Don’t listen to what Bruce says, Bruces have the tendency to think they know everything but they can definitely be wrong.”
“You know a Bruce too ?”
“Yes, my dad.”
“Is he like my Bruce ?”
“He’s also somewhat of a scientist. And he says things like your Bruce seems to say a lot too.”
Tim smiled at Thor, who smiled back. For some reasons, your son felt like he could trust that Thor guy. He seemed a bit too naive for his own good, for sure, but he also seemed very kind. And no matter what he thought of himself, Tim knew he wasn’t as stupid as he said he was.
He probably just had some confidence issues (even though he was technically a damn god !), and if he was hanging around geniuses he...Oh god. Tim stopped his thinking, as he realized he was starting to sound like his father !
But he didn’t have time to be freaked out by that thought, as Thor said :
“Well, we’re here ! The Avengers’ tower !”.
************
“Ah, seems like we’re the first here. You can sit down and-”
“DAMIAN !”
Spider-man jumped to the ceiling in surprise, and turned to the source of the sound. It was a woman, with a costume kind of similar to the boy he took with him to the tower. And with her, was a guy he never saw with a red helmet, and...Deadpool ?!
The boy stood up from the seat he just took, and ran as fast as he could towards the woman. And from the way she grabbed him and held him tight against her heart, Spidey guessed it must have been his mom.
For some reason, the fact that this little one found his mom back made Peter incredibly giddy. He didn’t know that kid since very long, only a handful of hours (time for them to cross New York thanks to his webs), but he already felt oddly protective over him. As if he was his little brother or something.
“Oh my God, are you ok ?”
“Yes yes I’m fine, are you ?”
The woman was now checking every inch of Robin’s body, looking for bruises and such, inspecting his face with attention. Satisfied that he seemed unharmed, she went back to hugging him, kind of suffocating the poor kid a bit.
“I was so scared I’d never see you again...”
Damian held you back with force, clearly sharing your fears. But everything was alright now. Well, not quite everything as most of the family was still missing. But at least, he wasn’t alone anymore. He had his Ummi back. And you always found ways to soothe and reassure him. No matter what the situation was.
Jason approached his mom and little brother, and ruffled Damian’s hair. His heart skipped a beat as Damian let go of his mom to hug his older brother. The boy’s head barely reached above his belt (Jason really was the tallest one), but he hugged him back.
Of course. Damian truly was afraid he had lost his family for good, so he didn’t care to keep up appearances and act as if this all thing didn’t touch him. He was glad to have one of his big brother back, he was gonna show it.
Distracted by that heartfelt reunion, Spider-Man didn’t notice Deadpool slowly moving towards him. It’s only when the man whispered in his ear :
“Hey Spidey...”
That once again, he jumped to the ceiling, sticking up there with ease...And then he came back down, his mask creased in “anger”.
“What are you doing here Wade ?!”
“Ah well you see, I found those two at one of the tears location. I found them BEFORE Cap and Iron Man. But when I wanted to go introduce them to Cap and Stark, they started to shoot at me ! At us ! So we narrowly escaped and I took them here.”
“Of course they shot at you Wade, after what you did last time we saw you ! And how the hell do you know about the tears ? And how did you get into the building ?!”
“Ok. What did I do last time ? Don’t remember a thing. Also for professional secret reasons I can’t answer your two other questions. What if you use my informations to infiltrate the Avengers ?”
“...I AM an Avenger ! And you’re not !”
“Are you sure it’s not the other way around ?”
“No I-”
“Um, excuse me, but could you two fight another time ? We have bigger problems in front of us.”
Spidey turned around, to be faced with Thor and Hulk. And a third person he never saw before, but again, his costume was similar to Robin.
“Tim !”
Damian saw him first, and rushed to him. And oh Tim knew that his little brother must really have been through quite an ordeal, if he was calling him by his first name AND hugging him like that.
Well, getting thrown into a different dimension and separated from your family was quite traumatic really. So traumatic in fact, that Tim didn’t quite register immediately that by some miracle, he just found half of his family back !
After a few more hugs, and you not wanting to let go your two youngest son...
“Ah, it’s a cute tupperware reunion ?”
A voice with a heavy German accent said from the entrance. Jason, who was the closest from there, got tackled first...by Dick.
The voice was Nightcrawler’s, and he just had arrived with his friends and Dickie. And your oldest son definitely didn’t hide how relieved he was to be reunited with his little siblings and his mom.
Only one person was missing now, but there was no reasons to think he got transported into another universe than this one. And hope wouldn’t leave you, as you thought of your husband, hoping a team of those “Avengers” reached him too...
Ah. They reached him alright.
Right after you gave a huge kiss on your oldest son’s cheek to welcome him back, two new people entered...dragging your Bruce tied up behind them.
What the hell ?
Ah but of course, maybe he fell on people that were a bit more...heated than those on whom you fell (well, you admit that that Deadpool guy was quite something really) and got into a fight ?
You couldn’t possibly see him lose though. What happened ? What power did those two persons hold to manage to catch your husband like that ?
Oh but as your eyes met his, you suddenly realized his angle and before you could warn him that they weren’t hostile, he already entered in action.
He got rid of the metal ropes tying him up. And as the archer and that redhead woman who brought him in just stared in amazement, he tied them up with some of his batropes, and they both fell heavy on the floor. He then managed to jump in between you and your kids, and the rest of those “Avengers” people.
“I don’t know who you are, but know that I rigged the entire building with enough explosives to do a lot of damage, and help us escape. So let us go without any fight, and nobody will get hurt.”
Oh man. Oh geez. It’s in those moments, that you remember how much of a badass your husband could be. You’re pretty sure there was heart in your eyes, as you just stared at him in all his glory, standing protectively in front of his family, and daring a bunch of clearly powerful superheroes to do something...
Meanwhile, the archer and the redhead untangled themselves from the batropes (proof that they were exceptional beings too) and got into a fighting stance, while the rest of them stayed completely flabbergasted as to what was happening.
“Father wait ! They’re not bad...I think.”
“Yes just a second dad. You’re not one to jump to conclusion usually, what got into you ?”
Bruce turned to Damian and Tim, who just talked, and, his face as stoic as ever, he said :
“Well once I noticed we were all going in the same direction, I made myself known to them...And they attacked me without any warning. Which made my deductions as wether they were friendly or not very easy.”
“Wait a second dude, what did you expect us to do ?! You jumped out of the shadows, dressed like a goddamn nightmare. Of course our first instinct was to fight !”
The archer said, bow still in hand.
That’s the moment Captain America and Iron man decided to chose to come in. And who is the first person they saw ? Deadpool, who somehow managed to sneak to the “Bat” side for some reasons.
And then they saw Clint and Natasha in a fighting stance, and a guy dressed like a bat just as ready to throw hands. Of course, their first reaction was to-
“STOOOOOOOOOOOOOP !!”
The loud scream took everyone by surprise, and they all put their hands to their ears...damn that was a strong voice.
The Hulk was the one that did it. He settled himself in the middle of Bruce and the others, and just...pushed them. A tiny little push.
They all fell flat on their ass. And you couldn’t help but laugh at the vision of your stunned husband falling over like a child.
“You listen to little man. He knows.”
The green juggernaut added, and he pointed to...Tim ? Oh. Oh no. Your poor baby. He had a serious case of stage fright. And there, as so many people stared at him...
But it seemed like the vision of his father and clearly powerful people falling as if they were mere keel in a bowling game had a sort of soothing effect on him. You know, like imagining your audience in ridiculous clothes or something ?
Plus seeing how surprised his father was was quite something, therefor, a smile on his face, he said :
“Yes. If you could please let me explain everything and hold the fighting for a little bit ? It’d be very appreciated. Thank you very much, Hulk.”
“Welcome.”
The giant said, waving his hand as if it was nothing.
************
You were so proud. So proud of your little boy (who wasn’t so little anymore). He had figured out what even his father didn’t think about (though he had a theory close to the one his son had, and obviously lacked some crucial details...like the fact that Thor’s brother, Loki, was involved).
“So that Klarion guy is planning on teaming up with Loki ?”
Clint asked, still eyeing your husband suspiciously.
“It certainly seems like it, yes.”
“Wait a minute, Thor, I thought Loki was in locked down on Asgard ?”
Thor suddenly became very red, and avoided the man who was called “Tony Stark”’s eyes.
“Um yes. Well. I guess he um..”
“Fooled you again ?”
“Yes.”
The entire Avengers team present, plus that “Nightcrawler” fella, and “Storm” lady, rolled their eyes. Clearly, it wasn’t the first time Loki did something like that.
“So, we have to find them then...”
“Klarion was probably the one that appeared at Brooklyn Bridge. Vision and Scarlet Witch are the one that went over there, but they still didn’t find a thing.”
Captain America said. Bruce answered :
“They won’t find him. Unfortunately, Klarion is a very resourceful kid. And I think I know what he wants to do with that sword now...”
“What ?”
“Well, you see, Klarion doesn’t need an artifact to travel from universe to universe. He can open gates thanks to magic. But he can only cross them alone. Well, his cat somehow is able to follow as well..but the point is, he couldn’t travel with someone else. Now with the sword ? He could just use his own powers, and his partner could use said sword. I actually think he brought us here as a test...And it clearly worked.”
“Wait, you mean that once Klarion and my brother find each others, they’ll have the ability to...travel through universes ?”
“Yes.”
“Well, that’s really not good...You were right little man, Ragnarök level.”
There was a heavy silence as the news sunk in in everyone’s mind. Every persons present had witnessed really weird and dangerous things, in their lives, and they all came to know exactly when a situation was dire.
And this one ? Two kings of Mayhem reunited and able to go from one universe to another ? Definitely a very dire situation...
“Well, we need to find that kid !”
Thor exclaimed, but you shook your head, being faster than your husband to answer :
“It’s not that easy. Klarion has certain...powers, to hide himself. None of our technology will work, and unless you guys know someone who has the power to know where everyone in the world is...It’s really not going to be easy. I guess we have to start from the Brooklyn Bridge and try to find clues and-”
“Wait. Sorry to interrupt you Darling, but I think I have an idea.”
Bruce turned to whoever dared to call you “darling”, and glared at him. It was that short hairy guy that brought Dick back. And though you were thankful he apparently helped save your son...how dare he call you “darling” ?! And hey, HEY ! Why were you blushing ?! You never blushed when people flirted with you, you always brushed them of nonchalantly, or sometimes somewhat flirted back when Bruce pissed you off...But you never blushed !
“Someone who can find anyone in the World you say ? I think I know just the one.”
Everyone was turned towards Wolverine (who seemed completely oblivious to Bruce’s glare, but definitely noticed you blushing as he winked at you...Bruce saw red, and it’s only thanks to all his sons getting a hold of him that Logan wasn’t suddenly attacked by a very angry man “twice” his size and could finish his sentence) :
“We have to go to the Xavier Institute. And we have to talk to its headmaster. We have to go see Charles Xavier.”
To be continued...YOU CAN FIND PART 2 HERE : clickclickclick
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And here, the first part of this fic. This is basically the INTRODUCTION to this new series so it’ll most likely be the weakest chapter..it’s to settle everything ya know ? So that’s why some characters might be more quiet blahblahblah...I’m basically planning of splitting them into teams and..Well you’ll see ! This was just a small introduction to get the Batfam in the Marvel World !
I originally wanted to write just a funny one shot ya know ? But um, as usual I ended up being completely lost in my own head and wrote a plot much more complicated than I originally planned...I’m still gonna try and write some funny moments and all. I basically just will have more time to write about more characters haha. Ya wanna know something funny ? I jumped in this without knowing exactly how many parts there would be. So 1/??????, I have a feeling this will be my longest series so far, I just want the Batfam to meet so many of my fav characters...So I hope you’ll like following the Batfam traveling across the Marvel World (oh I really want to write them in the Savage Land and in Wakanda...) in pursuit of Klarion and Loki !
Aaaaah...So much for saying I’d never write series ever again huh.
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Crooked Grin: PT.2
Damian Wayne
The room shouldn't be so cold.
Prompt List // Masterlist (in bio)
Your mind is the first thing to meet the world. Thoughts flood your head slowly at first, then all at once.
It starts with wondering the normal things, like why sleep must end, why you have to get out if bed. Then you're wondering why you're in bed. Then you're wondering why you're wondering why you're in bed. Your muddied thoughts become cloudy as you gain consciousness, and gradually become clearer and clearer, until you're laying awake in bed with nothing more to do than take in your surroundings and open your eyes.
The bed you lay on is soft, the sheets like silk against your skin. Softer than your bed and higher quality than your sheets, that's for sure. The room is cold, but the blankets you lay under keep you comfortable. Heavy blankets.
No, not heavy blankets. Thick, yes, but not heavy. And the heat at your back. . . The weight is something else. Something more familiar.
Now the pieces fit together. The scent of cedarwood candles and Irish Spring body wash fit together like puzzle pieces in your mind, and the weight of Damian's arm hooked around your waist seals sit all in sweet honey.
You force your eyes open. The room is darker than you expected, leaving only what was reachable by the light above his reading chair in the corner of his room by the balcony doors.
His room is exactly as you remember it, the same clothes piled tiredly by the edge of the bed, the stack of books sitting upsidedown on his personal bookcase. You don't fight an exhausted smile.
You don't remember much. You remember killing the demon, cutting it straight in half. Then, you and Damian heading for the exit, but he stops to go back and get something. After that, things are blurry and confusing and trying to remember makes your head spin.
You shift a little. Your muscles are all sore, every one of them prominent with the dull ache if use. You discover that not only is Damian's arm hooked around your waist, but his legs are tangled with your own, in a way that made it absolutely impossible for you to get out of his bed as easily as you'd have liked.
You lay away for a few more moments, debating weather or not you'd rather go back to sleep. Fortunately, fate decides for you.
"You're awake?"
Your eyes slide closed at the way his chest vibrates against your back. You hum your reply, lacking the trust in your voice necessary to speak. Your throat already feels irritated.
He uncurls from you and sits up slowly. You roll to your back just as sluggishly, though you suspect for different reasons. You're practically laying under him now, with the arm he's using to prop himself up anchored just above your shoulder.
He looks down at you, eyebrows knotted together above the bridge of his nose. His eyes are swimming with emotions you aren't entirely familiar with on him. "How do you feel?"
"Okay, I guess," you nearly growl. The crease in his brow deepens. "Sore."
"Do you remember anything?"
You opt to shake your head, instead of opening your mouth again and straining your voice further.
"Nothing?"
So much for keeping quiet. "Not after I killed it," you answer in a rush, hoping it gets the point across efficiently. You raise your hand to point through the gap between him and the mattress at his nightstand. "Can I have some?"
He shifts to see what you're pointing at, and finds his glass of water. "Of course," he rushes, as if it was something he'd entirely forgotten. You wiggle your way up the mattress, and use the available hoard of pillows to prop yourself up. He hands you the glass, and you gulp most of it down quickly. You set to sipping the rest.
He sits completely upright, watching you closely, checking for something. What for, you aren't sure. "You didn't kill it, Beloved. You thought you did. I went back to get a few things, and on my way back to meet you it tried to ambush me," he explains, voice tender and soft as apple butter. "You charged in and foolishly used yourself as a shield. It possessed you, for a while."
You hand the water back to him, as you don't have a table on your side of his bed. "I was possessed?" Horror and panic rise through you at a rapid pace, evident in your voice. You mind races until it hurts, and the ache has you clutching at your temples.
He turns to face you entirely, resting a hand on either of your shoulders, prompting you to look at him again. "It's okay, it's fine. I promise," he soothes, rubbing his thumbs in little circular patterns across your skin. "It wasn't for more than an hour. I managed to get your phone from your bag, and called Constantine."
You groan, followed shortly by a sharp hiss, and the vibrations sent pain spiking through your skull. "Great. Now he'll never let me out of the house."
"It seemed like a better option than trying to handle it myself," he defends.
You nod, bringing one hand down to rest a the crook of his elbow. "No, yeah, yeah. You did the right thing. I should have been more careful." You offer him a tiny, tired smile.
A beat of silence, and then, "So, why am I in your room at not mine or the infirmary?"
He pulls his hands away from your shoulders and scrubs them down his face instead. "To make a long story short, no one knew how you'd react when you woke up, so I suggested you stay in the most familiar room in the house, mine."
"And you decided to snuggle me back to health?" You smile again, more devious this time.
He rolls his eyes, planting his hands at his sides. "Well, you wouldn't stop shivering, and we couldn't get your temperature back to normal, so–"
"You know my core temperature–"
"Runs unusually low, yes. You're body was started to get cold enough to cause permanent damage."
You nod slowly. "Oh."
He shifts around again, this time positioning himself immediately next to you. You curl up to him without a second thought, resting your head on his shoulder and your arm over his chest.
"What's John been doing?" you yawn.
Damian takes to running his fingers through your hair. "Pacing, mostly. He fell asleep on the couch last night. He said it was one of the most difficult exorcisms he's preformed yet."
You snorted. "Guess that'll show him I've got spirit."
He heaves a dramatic sigh. "Please, (Y/N), for your own sake, and mine, go back to sleep. I promise I'll be right here when you wake up."
You laugh gently against his chest.
And then, before you know it, you're stealing deep breaths of Irish Spring body wash and cedarwood candles and your own peppermint lip balm, and your thoughts are going cloudy again.
As you drift off listening loosely to the beating if his heart, you can't help but think, what an awful Halloween.
Happy Halloween, everybody! Remember to stay away from spirit boards (because they aren't just games) and to find the best candy spots (because neither is the Candy Bounty Contest)!
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