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rx queen

being his guardian angel, john wants to taint you a bit

go to listen to , angel by massive attack n rx queen by deftones

🐇 ; halfangel!reader , reader being john’s guardian angel , based off of constantine ( 2005 ) , smut , the reader’s skin tone . hair type/color . or looks are not described so imagine whoever , i was not mentally stable while writing this

john takes out, yet, another cigarette and placing it between his lips before you had interrupted him. “what did i tell you about smoking, john?” appearing out of thin air, you take the cigarette from his lips, flinging it somewhere behind you.

he grunts, sitting up to meet you, “i can take having a guardian angel, but an annoying one is too much.”

false.

he enjoyed your company. whether you were forced to be around him or not, he liked having you around.

“you’ll kill yourself before we can make any progress of you getting into heaven.” you place a hand on his knee, “enough with the cigarettes.” he rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, “it’s not that easy, sweetheart.”

“sure it is. just drop the cigarette.” you shrug. “you’ve never smoked before, have you?” you shake your head, earning a snigger from him.

“c’mere.” you sit closer to him, placing yourself on the side of his bed. the back of his hand glides across your wings, making you shutter. “you liked that, didn’t you?” he chuckles.

he weightlessly picks you up, placing you between his legs, your wings automatically retracting. “john, what are you doing?” he holds a finger to your lips, silencing you, “ever since god blessed me with you, i just wanted to ruin you. fuck up whatever amount of innocence you have left within you.”

his fingers trace the apple of your cheek, “you’re beautiful.” his lips press along the back of your neck, “stunning, even.” his hands sneak pass the waistline of your pants, surpassing your panties. “you were wet this whole time.” he teases, playing with your sensitive bud.

what is this feeling? and why does it feel so good?

“don’t fight it, doll. give in.” he covers his middle and ring finger with your slick before stuffing his fingers in you.

“j-john.” you flutter your eyes, moaning in pleasure. “such a good girl.” he coaxes you. your head lull back, john takes your lips into his.

he was going to have fun with you.

divider by , @v6que

⋆୨୧ glory box

→ ⋆୨୧ ; a drabble of mean!john (just slapping :p) .

go listen to ; glory box by portishead

→ 🩰 ; fem!reader , bottom!sub!reader , top!dom!john , mean!john , john making the reader say ‘ i love you ‘ , overstimulation , dacryphilia , smut , pwp , slapping , reader’s skin tone . hair type/color . or looks are not described

“say it again.” he commands. he slaps you in the face. “say it again, bitch!” his hard thrusts mind fucked you. you were babbling your sentences and moaning your words.

he held on the headboard behind you, steadying himself. “you’re not coming until you say it again.” the overstimulation brought tears to your eyes. whenever you got close, he’d slow his thrusts, making you whine.

“come on, doll.” he takes your chin between his thumb and index finger, “just say it and you can feel good. i promise.” his thumb swipes your tears away.

you grip the sheets under you, your knuckles turning white. “come on , sweetheart.” he strikes you across the face again. “i can do this all day.” and he wasn’t lying.

“i—nngh!” his cock hit that spot. he was making this hard on purpose. “i love you, john.” he smirks, “aww, now the fun is over.” he pouts.

i’m fighting the urge to make a fic based off of shades of cool rn

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can i request a john Constantine smut where the reader is his assistant and they have sex on constantine's desk? (P.s: i love your writing style<3)

“here.” you slide a file on his desk. “i know you’re on ‘vacation’ but the guy really wanted me to give this to you.” he takes a drag from his cigarette as he opens the file. “it can wait.”

he tosses the cigarette in his ashtray. “c’mere for a minute.” he sighs. you step around his desk, now standing in front of him. “why do you wear this skirt?” he plays with the bottom of it, almost tugging at it. “it’s like you want something from me.” he smiles, looking up at you.

“sir—” you were pushed on his desk before you could answer. “is that what you want? you want me to fuck you?” his hands slide under your skirt, rubbing your bare thighs. “answer me, sweetheart.” he whispers on your neck, his breath tickling you.

you could hear his belt come undone and the sound of his pants falling. “something we’ve done before, right?” he chuckles before kissing you.

he’s right. this isn’t new to the both of you. sex was a reoccurring thing with you two. one glance and he’s already inside of you.

he pulls the seat of your panties aside before plunging inside of you, earning a gasp from your lips. “shh, baby. i’ve got you.” he was being weirdly nice this time. it was unnerving.

usually, he’d gag you. having you crying your eyes out. smacking your across the face or letting bruises on your hips. but now? he was being soft. loving…in a way.

he rocked his hips into slowly, still pleasuring the both of you. he takes your hand in his, placing a kiss on the back of it. “i’ve got you.”

he places one hand on the small of your back and the other on your hip. suddenly, his hips snap hard into you. “fuck!” his quickens his pace. “i missed this pussy, baby.” he groans, pulling your hips closer.

“you feel that, baby? you feel me? come.” he puts your thigh. “come, baby.” your orgasm washed over the both you, him releasing his hot load into you.

both of you started panting as your mind became unclouded and started to regain your composure. “so, about those files.”

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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀assigning the wickverse characters links ! !

characters ;;

— ted logan , john wick , constantine , kevin , neo

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ted logan 🎸

— before ted met you , he was a virgin. he had never experimented with women because…well he just never cared for it. his main goal was to become a rock star.

— when the two of you got together , sex wasn’t even on the table. you two were to happy together without it to even bring it up.

— until he heard some boys in one of his classes talking about their sex life. “she was screaming bad. she enjoyed every inch.” “she won’t leave me after that.”

— ‘were you happy with him?’ ‘did you want sex?’ ‘was he enough for you?’ his mind was flooded with self deprecating thoughts , making him more insecure about himself. he didn’t want you to leave him.

— so he did what he could. he went to the back of blockbusters , looking for any popular porno for him to learn how to pleasure a woman. “sick.”

“teddy.” you gasp as he softly pushes you on his bed. “shh. i’ve got you, baby. just let me take the lead.” he kisses down your neck. he rolls your shirt over your head, rubbing his hand over your soft skin. ‘what’s gotten into him’ you thought. your bra and panties were next to go, leaving you naked in front of him. “shit…” he didn’t think this all through. he imagined everything but he didn’t actually expect all of this to happened. but he he pulled himself together, taking a deep breath and leveling his mind. “you’re beautiful.” he kisses down your leg, stopping at your inner thighs. you didn’t know how to react. you and ted both were virgins from what you knew. how was he so confident about this? but you weren’t really complaining. the way his tongue flick across your clit was intoxicating. “oh my god , ted.” your fingers card through his brown locks. “don’t—don’t stop.” you whine , squeezing your thighs around his head. his wet tongue licks through your folds , making your shiver in pleasure. “you can’t be finished already , babe. we haven’t even gotten to the good stuff.” he chuckles like nothing has happened. like he wasn’t the one making your legs shaken two seconds ago.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀john constantine 🛁

— christ. why was being with a woman so hard? to him , they were sensitive being loaded with unnecessary emotions and uneven hormones. you and him had gotten into another argument and haven’t talked in weeks.

— he kept telling himself that he didn’t need you and that he waited for you to cave in first. but a man has his needs. and he needed to let out his saved sexual tension.

— his fist would only work for so long. he needed the real thing. or at least look at the real thing. he remembers the stacked of recorded sex tapes the both of you needed.

“fuck it.” he tosses his cigarette across the room after budding it out. he walks over the the pile of tapes. special tapes. if you wouldn’t give it up , he had a way to still get off with you. he pulls out his cock out its confinement , groaning as he sees how angry his tip is , oozing pre-cum. “sonfabitch.” he presses the play button , stroking his length. “john.” your moans came from the speakers of the tv. his grip on your hips were like iron. his tip kisses the hilt of your cunt , making your brain feel like mush. “please.” you grab his hand , attempting to pull it off you. “move.” he swats your head away. “stay still.” he groan , his head lolling backwards. “goddamnit!” he groans, tucking himself back in. he reaches for his phone, looking for your contact. the line goes to voicemail but that doesn’t stop him. “baby, i’m sorry. just come over.”

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ mr. wick ✏️

— he’d been really mean lately. really mean. he would lash out at on you with simple things , depriving you of attention , making you feel like shit. and you had enough of it.

— one night , as he was winding down , you straddled his hips , giving him no room to move. and frankly , he wasn’t disappointed. you looked so sexy on top of him , taking initiative. it was until your rode him at he regretted how he treated you.

“baby. i’m sorry. please.” this was the first time you’ve seen him whine, beg none the less. you restricted him the privilege to touching you. he was twitching under you as you rode him to oblivion. “i’m sorry, honey. please just let me touch you.” he tries to touch your thigh, just wanting to touch one piece of you. “fucking touch me one more time and i’m tying you up.” you pull his wrists over his hand. “sweetheart, this is unfair. i just—” he groans as you sink yourself on his cock again. “shit!” he seethe through his teeth. “i swear after you’re done, i’m fucking you through the damn mattress.”

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ kevin lomax 💸

— now listen. just listen.

— after a gala (or whatever you call it) , he just wanted to fuck you in that dress you dawned tonight. he was tempted to fuck you in public , giving everyone a show to see but that would be unruly of him.

— he decided to take you home and have his way with you but you looked too fucking hot for him not to have you right then and there.

“come on, baby. cum on my fingers , please.” in addition to his fingers , his faint country accent was sending over the damn edge. his digits were coated with your slick , making velvety sounds every time they pushed in and out out you. he curls his fingers , pulsing them inside of you. “we’re not making it home until you cum.” he chuckles. “kev…” you moan, leaning your head on the window behind you. the feeling was euphoric , overwhelming. you wanted to let go then and there but he was teasing you bad , making you chase your own orgasm. “i guess you don’t want to feel good. huh , sugar?”

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ neo 📀

— mutual masturb*tion! i headcanon the neo loves this shit. you stroking his cock lazily as his fingers pump inside of you.

— his whimpers and moans make you wetter and wetter by the second. how cute was it to have the one submit under your touch? fucking beautiful.

“you’re doing so good , baby.” the time count has been lost. all you knew was that it was time to kill the lights. both you and neo were restless and needed a quick release. you were too lazy to remove your clothes and so was he. you snuck your hand under his loose sweats , softly grabbing his cock. his hips jerked at the sudden touch. “calm down, baby. i haven’t even started.” you teased. “baby…” your lips ghost over his adam’s apple , nipping carefully at his throat. you spread his pre-cum over his tip , eliciting a loud whimper from his lips. “hush, neo. do you want to wake up the ship?” you softly chuckle. he felt bad that you were doing all the work in his. he wanted to hear you moan also. he missed you after all these runs he’s been on. the only time he could catch you was when he went to sleep. his thumbs draws tight circles around your clothed clit. “n—neo.” you almost fold. almost. “i can’t be the only one having fun, right?” he pulls you in for a kiss. this is gonna be a loooong night.

i—don’t say anything…i had an idea

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i'm actually in my keanu reeves era again so please send some requests

Hiii can I ask for a John Constantin fic. Where the reader was helping him with whatever he’s doing but accidentally got hurt and John being very worried. Lots of fluff pls

Thank you!!!!!🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

ingredients ;; soft!jc , injuries , fluff

"the caller said the demon has been hiding for ." john walks in front of you, flickering the flashlight around the hall. you enjoyed working him but dreaded being babied. you weren't an apprentice like chas was. far from it. you've been working with john ever since he started this exorcism field.

you attempt to walk in front of john. "don't," he holds his arm out in front of you. "can't risk you getting hurt." his words earn a scoff from you. "you do know i've been working with you since forever." you roll your eyes, moving past his arm, entering a dark room. "all cle-" before you could finish your words, the floor under you caves in, a tentacle-like thing wrapping around your legs.

"john!" you grab the edge of the floor, trying to resist the pull. "[name]!" john runs over to you, putting you up before cutting the tentacle off your leg. he pulls you over to a wall, sitting you up. "i'll be right back."

you looked away from him as he patches up the scratches and plucks out the splinters from your torso. you were too scared shitless to even fall what had happened to you. usually, you were the one to patch him up after a mission. "i told you to not do anything." you huff, "then what's the point of me being here?"

he sighs, knowing what was to come. "i'm not calling you weak. hell, you're way more experienced than me. i just don't want you taking the punch." he stands up, taking a soft grip on your face to turn your face towards him

"hey," he smiles, "i care about you." this was his way of saying i love you. "thank you, john."

men who for some reason love to see the sight of you withering in pleasure. crying for that sweet release you are oh so desperately chasing. but the attempt is futile without him. you need him. you’ll crack without the attention required.

his favorite sight is to see your bottom in the air as your face is pressed against the pillow, drool slipping from the side of your lips, tears soaked into the fabric. your arms are tied behind you as you take every last drop of what he’s giving you. mumbling something about “this is gonna take”. all five senses are gone. the feeling of his cock drilling into you is pure bliss. every thing turns white in your mind as you feel white ropes of his seed full your cunt to the brim; some even spilling out.

“nuh uh, sweetheart.” he pulls himself out, using his two fingers to catch the stray droplets before pushing them back into your sensitive, abused hole, making your body jolt.

men who like to have you on your back after a long day at your job, perfectly placed between your legs as he ravishes your cunt like the dog he is. he’s been waiting to see the sight of your dewy cunt, waiting to hear your incoherent whine of you begging for him to slow down. but the pleas fall deaf on his ears. all he can hears are the lewd noise that your sl*tty c*nt makes on impact.

ignis , DANTE , vergil , sam drake , joe goldberg , JOEL MILLER , aki hayakawa , KISHIBE , SUKUNA , GETO , nanami , toji , leon kennedy , JASON TODD , JOHN WICK , JOHN CONSTANTINE , wolverine , plus your favs !!

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Village of Shadows - Chapter 1 (Dark!DC | RE8)

Summary: On holiday with your husband and son, they take a day trip together to bond leaving you in the hotel to rest. That's the last time you see either of them. With your son missing and presumed dead, you decide to go looking for closure yourself in the one place the locals keep trying to warn you away from.

Upcoming pairings: John Constantine x F!Mother Reader, Dark!Arthur Curry x F!Mother Reader, Dark!Bruce Wayne x F!Mother Reader, Dark!Clark Kent x F!Mother Reader

Warnings: Grief, horror, loss of a spouse, loss of a child, violence

CHAPTER 1 - The Empty Village

*Do not replicate/rework/translate my work anywhere else without my express permission. This story is on A03/Tumblr/Wattpad. Anywhere else, it is likely stolen.*

I don't remember exactly what kind of noise I made when the police told me my husband was dead.

I only remember sliding down the wall to ball in a heap, vaguely registering the words. My son hadn't been found with him, despite them going on a bonding day trip. He was missing.

“Lot of trafficking groups around. They like to snatch young kids,” one of the cops tells me. “We'll keep looking, miss.”

I stayed in the nice but tired hotel for an extra week hoping there'd be a lead, some news but that hope dwindled everyday I was there. I didn't know whether to mourn for two or one at this point.

I had no family to give me support and my husband was estranged from his own. I didn't have any numbers to call. This pain was entirely mine to bear.

I became like a ghost, rattling around the hotel corridors at odd hours of the day and night. I didn't eat much, only the bare minimum and even then I couldn't taste it.

The hotel owner did what she could for me but I was sinking further into the hole of depression and I began to avoid her, ducking into different rooms when she'd approach, pretending not to be in the room. I just wanted to be left alone.

By the second week, the detective told me there were no more leads. I was to go home, be with friends and they'd ship my husband's body back to me. I told him he could go fuck himself if he thought I was leaving now.

I got thrown out of the station for causing a scene but he didn't get it. He just didn't get it.

If there was a chance my kid was alive and out there, I was not going to let it go.

So I did the only thing I could think of. I put on my winter coat, hat, scarf and gloves and packed a bag of supplies like a torch, swiss army knife, rope and a small first aid kit in case I would need to hike anywhere. This part of Romania was quite mountainous after all.

With a jolt, I picked up my son's bear, fondling the mismatched and wonky eyes that he liked so much. It was the ugliest teddy bear he could've picked up in the toy store but he couldn't sleep without it now.

I bit back a sob and put it in the bag as well, slipping my husband's wedding ring onto my thumb for safe keeping so I had him with me. I knew he'd died extremely violently, almost torn apart from what I read over the detective's shoulder. He'd gone down swinging trying to protect our son, I'm sure of it.

“Where are you going?” the hotel owner looks alarmed that I'm up and dressed properly.

“I'm going to that village...where it all....I have to know.”

“NO!” she makes me jump with how loud her insistence is. “Don't go there. It's dangerous.”

“Dangerous?”

“If I would've known your husband was planning on going there, I would've warned him away. That place is cursed.”

“I don't believe in curses.”

“Nobody comes back from that village. Don't go there, please!”

“I have to,” I back up because I think she's going to make a lunge for me soon. “I have to know...”

I slipped out before she could grab me, running through the snow covered town, paying for provisions in the grocery store before trekking out properly. The more I walked, the more dilapidated the road was becoming; paving and tarmac becoming patchy or just fading into a dirt road.

I saw the village name on a post and a lot of warning signs hung on it, some dried and wilted flowers placed at the base of it with faded pictures tucked into the stems. The path it was pointing to was hidden in a tunnel of bent gnarled trees and it could not look less inviting.

Everything in me was screaming to turn back. This didn't feel safe at all but I needed to find clues and, from the tracks in the snowfall, it didn't look like many people had even tried to investigate what had happened to my husband and son.

So I walked through the scariest fucking forest in the world. It was bright daylight but the sparseness of the trees, the eerie quiet and the occasional crack of twigs set me on edge. My breathing was the loudest thing here as I made my way through, on and on until the trees became so dense they started blocking the light out.

That was the point I got the knife ready. It was tiny, not much use but it gave me a bit of comfort to grip it.

Why the hell had my husband thought this place would be a good idea as a day trip?!

I ended up trying to make my presence quieter, to muffle my steps because my mind was conjuring all sorts of images born from a lifetime of watching Hammer Horror films. I could hardly bear this any longer.

Just when my courage was starting to fail, I emerged on a hilltop overlooking the village.

It was rustic, wooden houses, farm equipment and the most ornate thing I could see, bar the giant castle in the distance, was the church. There was something terribly wrong with this place though.

I didn't see a single soul. I didn't even see smoke coming out the chimneys. Nothing suggested to me that anyone lived here.

I was about to descend when my eye fell on an odd shaped rock and I recognised it as being where my husband's body had been found. So he'd died right here then.

I felt around in the snow nearby, though I didn't really know what I was searching for. I came across his wallet, two ragged lines scratched into the leather of it. They'd identified my husband via the passport in his back jeans pocket and had never found this.

I flipped it open, trying to keep my emotions in check as I found a picture of all of us in the front. Some local funfair back home where my son had won a giant stuffed wolf that had inexplicably ended up in our bed rather than his.

I had been wavering, unwilling to go explore this dead village but seeing the reason why I was here injected some steel into my nerves. I'd never forgive myself if I didn't try, even though, I'll admit, I was scared beyond belief.

I put the wallet in my bag, leaving the picture out and tucking it into my winter pants' pocket for an easy dose of bravery when needed. Then I started walking down the winding path and into the village itself.

The first thing that struck me was that it didn't feel like it had been abandoned a while ago. I could see into some of the houses and some still had meals on the table. This was a very recent turn of events.

The more I explored, the more that knot of dread was forming in my stomach. I could see blood, ripped clothes and a lot of destruction as I got closer to the church and graveyard.

What the fuck had happened here?!

Had my husband been caught up in all of this or did he arrive after? I had no way of knowing.

Something moved in my eyeline but the second I turned to look, there was nothing there. The feeling of being prey intensified the longer I stopped in one place so I started moving again, briefly checking in doors as I went.

When I started finding bodies, that nearly sent me fleeing back to the hotel.

I'd gotten to the town statue, my phone translating the words on the base as 'The Maiden of War'. It looked to be the most pristine thing here.

There was also a post behind it that had two directions. One was 'Altar' and one was 'Castle Zeurescu'. If I squinted, I could just about see lights on in the castle. That might be where I'd have to look next because nothing about this place was giving me any clues other than a massacre had occurred.

As I was looking up at the towers of the castle, I felt something. Just for a moment, I could've sworn there was a hot breath against the back of my neck.

I gripped the knife as the sound of growling rumbled behind me. It was at head height so not an animal...I think. I'd seen some questionable shit over the years to completely discount it.

In one fluid motion, I pivoted and slammed the knife in the thing's eye. It was only when it reared back that I got a good look at it. Sort of a human and sort of a beast. It had fangs and claws but otherwise looked normal.

It was also extremely pissed off now.

I managed to back myself up into the statue and with nowhere to go, I thought this thing was going to kill me. Likely this was the creature that had killed my husband too.

I heard a shot though and it stiffened, falling diagonally and knocking into me as it slumped onto the cold ground. I was about to thank my rescuer when I saw that tan trenchcoat and permanently smug face.

“YOU!” I watch him fiddle with the cigarette behind his ear as he lowers the gun. “What the fuck are you doing here?!”

“Bunch of weird magical shit and dark creatures?” John Constantine snorts. “What the fuck do you think, lass? Better question is, why the hell have I run into you again in a completely different country?”

I'd met John at an abandoned tube station rave in London in my younger years. None of the attendees had realised we were meant to be some sort of sacrifice to a demon until the carnage had begun and I was the only survivor after John had pulled me out of there. It was only because I was the closest one to the door that I'd lived.

After a very quick introduction to the supernatural, paranormal and demonic, we'd hooked up, only for him to never call me again. It wasn't long after that that I'd met my husband.

“I've been on vacation here,” I kick the creature's body away from me.

“Here?! Why the bleedin' 'ell would you pick here of all places?! Surely Ibiza's much more your style?”

“It was recommended to us.”

“Us? Got some bloke I need to start looking for?”

“Not any more,” I go a bit quiet.

“Ah,” he bites at his cheek to keep his mouth shut. “Sorry like...that I didn't get here in time that is.”

“He died a week ago. My kid is still missing.”

“Oh...oh you're a mum? Weren't expecting that,” he ruffles his hair up. “Not the young tearaway drenched in UV paint that I remember.”

“You seemed to enjoy transferring that paint onto you at the time,” I give him a cold look. “And yes, I'm a mother. I can't find my son and the police are fucking useless so I came myself.”

“Still no sense of self preservation then,” he comes up close and I can see a couple of new scars peeking out from the undone buttons of his shirt. “Because I'm telling you now, lass, your kid is gone. Go home, grieve.”

“I'm not gonna believe that until I see a body.”

“Might not be anything left a' him,” John is nearly chest to chest with me now. “I'll make this as nasty as I can to get you to understand. Your son is probably Lycan food, chewed up and shat out in the snow by now. Leave and go home. Go make another kid. You're still young.”

I'm surprised he didn't see the slap coming but he wasn't angered by it. He just huffs and quirks his eyebrow up.

“Fair. Deserved that and probably then some. Point still stands. Get out while you can. It's not safe here.”

“Not going anywhere, John. Ly-...whatever that thing is or no. I'm finding my son.”

“Because you were doing so well until I came along?” he shoves one hand in his pocket, a sardonic expression evident. “This is my world, lass. Not yours. You're not prepared in the slightest.”

“So come with me then.”

“I've got my own shit to do. Can't be babysitting your arse all the time, even though it's still as perky as I remember.”

“Then fuck off and let me go up to the Castle,” I start walking but he grabs my arm, dragging me back.

“Go back to the town,” he gets deadly serious. “If I have to spell you into submission, I will. Pretty bird like you would be a waste if you died. Lycans aren't known for giving a nice clean end. You get me?”

“You don't fucking get me, John. I can't let this go. I have to know what happened or I'll never forgive myself. Have you never loved someone that much that you couldn't just abandon them?”

“Everyone I love ends up in the ground, lass,” a shadow falls across his face. “Makes no bones to me. Fine, if you wanna throw your life away, charge on into the dark. See if I care.”

So I march ahead, through the gate of Castle Zeurescu. I'm half hoping he'll change his mind and come with me because I'm petrified but John didn't chase me.

Whatever then. Fuck him.

As I got past the arch, I heard a cacophony of howls and looked back to see a swarm of Lycans racing towards John. He just closes the gate to the castle, locks it with magic and throws his gun at me through the bars.

“Take that!” he yells. “You'd better stay alive and give it back to me. That's me favourite gun.”

He disappears in a swarm of fire and smoke and the yowling and scent of singed hair fills the sky. I grab his revolver, seeing five bullets left in the chamber, the bottoms etched with some kind of symbol and pocket it into my jacket before running up the carriageway and over the drawbridge to the bottom of the castle.

I'm trying to look to see if John made it but there's so much fire, I can't focus on anything without squinting. I just decide to press on but when I turn, I'm flung backwards by a hard hit to the chest.

Gasping for air, I claw at the snow to get a grip, to pull myself back up but a boot turns me over and plants itself on my sternum. I look up into a face I did not expect to ever see. One of the exiled superheroes after the Great Crisis.

The Batman.

“You're the child's mother,” he says simply, the distortion on his voice terrifying against the howls of the Lycans. “He looks just like you.”

“He's alive?!” I try to struggle up but his boot presses down more. “Where is he?!”

“None of your concern any more but you'll be coming with me all the same,” he leans over me, expression mostly shrouded by the mask. “The last son of Krypton can decide what to do with you.”

Before I can process those words, he kicks at my temple and my body falls limp in the snow as consciousness leaves me.

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Village of Shadows - Ch. 3 (Dark!DC | Resident Evil 8)

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Summary: Trapped in the castle with Diana, can you escape a demi-god and get back to Constantine?

Warnings: Horror elements, forced kiss, violence, guilt

CHAPTER 3 - The Lady Diana

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I had to get out of here.

Swinging like meat on a hook was not on my to-do list today so I did the only thing I could and started moving my legs to get some momentum. Higher and higher, I swung until I grabbed onto one of the hooks and started trying to use the point to saw the ropes.

It took me so long to even get some fraying on it but I lost my grip halfway through and ended up spinning as I fell away from the hook. My sawing had done enough though because the rope unravelled with my weight pulling against it and I hit the carpeted floor hard. I landed on my left wrist and there was a sharp pain up my forearm but I didn't think I'd broken it.

I tried pushing up using my left hand and there was a grating feeling in my bones as I got to my feet but I was okay. I was alive.

I tiptoed to the door and opened it a crack, looking into the corridor which was completely empty. If I could just get to a ground floor window, I could get outside to John and we could go find Arthur Curry together.

I wasn't stubborn enough to think I could do this alone any more. I was well out of my depth.

The Great Crisis had brought over different versions of Earth's superheroes; twisted versions, jaded versions. A huge war had taken place in Greenland, a battle royale between the heroes and their villainous counterparts but nobody knew who had won. For all humanity was aware, the twisted versions were pretending to be their more heroic personas.

It was clear to me, as I snuck down the corridor and stuck to the velvet carpeting to muffle my footsteps, that Wonder Woman, Batman, Aquaman and Superman were not the original heroes. I'm guessing they had recruited Joker and Harley Quinn along the way.

“Where the hell do you think you're going?” Cassandra looks out at me from an open doorway where she's reclining on a chaise.

“Shit,” I breathe before making a run for it.

Trying to outpace an Amazon was incredibly futile but I tried it anyway. When she got close, I ducked into what seemed to be a dressing room where a huge mannequin was clad in Diana's armour. I barely had time to pay it any attention before my panicked brain thought it would be a good idea to jump out of the window to avoid Cassandra's grasp.

“Don't you dare!” she notices what I mean to do. “She'll be so cross with you!”

“Fuck her,” I climb out onto the little balcony. “She's using my son as a bargaining chip.”

“Get back inside and we'll talk it out,” she doesn't attempt to follow me and I'm not sure why. I'm an easy enough target out here. “Don't be an idiot.”

“Come get me then,” I test my theory.

“This is ridiculous,” Cassandra hisses but she doesn't make a move still.

“Why are you....is it the sunlight? You can't come into the sun? Are you not this universe's Cassandra?”

“Clever little thing,” Donna has caught up, clapping her hands sarcastically. “Helios' curse was absolute when Diana tried to directly steal the sun's power for Kal-El.”

“And now you can't be in the sun. Like vampires.”

“Don't call us vampires. Vampires are dreadful creatures,” Yara has appeared from nowhere and nearly made me lose my balance on the narrow ledge with the shock of it.

“But you can't stay out there forever, little mouse,” Donna smiles. “The sun will set soon.”

I look to the horizon, seeing I probably had a couple of hours of light left. I may have the advantage now but shortly I would have all the Amazons after me.

“Then I'll just have to get away quickly,” I look back over the ledge and see a pond.

It was a risky move to jump in there when I didn't know how deep it was but it might be better than potentially breaking my ankles in a straight fall to the ground. The issue was that if I dropped into the water, the gun John had given me might be rendered useless.

I got it out of its hiding place and the Amazons recoiled at the sight of it, fleeing the room. I guess whatever magic lay within it repelled them quite violently.

I threw the gun to a safe place before taking a steadying breath, thinking of the reason I was doing this and then stepped out into the air. It felt so much higher than I'd calculated as I fell. I hit the water at a strange angle, sideways on and I was sure my whole right side was going to be bruised from the slapback of the water.

I struggled to the ledge and pulled myself out, grabbing the gun again. I was shivering with the cold but at least I was away from Diana's minions. Unfortunately I was still in the castle, smack in the centre in some type of courtyard. I didn't know which way to go to get out of here.

I picked a door I thought would take me more in the direction of the village but I dumped my coat that was trailing water everywhere so I wouldn't leave so many tracks. I wasn't about to give up my shoes though if I needed to make a run for it.

I ended up having to press myself into an alcove when I heard footsteps but the darkness hid me as Diana herself strolled by to pick up a ringing phone.

“Ah, Bruce,” she sounds exasperated. “What is it?....Yes I'm aware...I know Kal-El is expecting-...look, you're the one who failed to kill the mother. I have her here in the castle and she may be running around but she won't get far. There's something odd about her though...mhm hmm, maybe you can come by and test her DNA. It's not exactly right...do you think Kal-El already knew?...He never likes telling us the whole story...no, I have it handled...oh Bruce, don't start.”

She hangs up the phone in annoyance before straightening up, still turned to face the table where the phone is.

“My dear,” she says to the air. “I know you're hiding there. You're not very good at breathing quietly.”

I keep silent in case she's bluffing to draw me out but when she spins and looks right at me, I know I'm caught again. She doesn't seem annoyed though, she just smiles.

“I like your gumption,” her eyes are crinkled with warmth. “Precious few escape my daughters.”

“Keep them away from me,” I'm trying to look for exits but I know whatever version of Wonder Woman this is, she'll be faster than I can see.

“They can be a little rough around the edges but we're not used to visitors,” she nods sagely. “Come with me here. I'll get you some tea. You look frozen.”

This is a bad idea, a terrible idea but I had no other choice. If I revealed John's gun, she would snap it into pieces before I even fired a shot off. I had to catch her completely off guard for that and I'm not even sure it would work against her.

“That would be nice, thank you,” I try politeness and Diana beams before opening a door to a sitting room where she stokes a fire and I try to dry off as she fetches tea.

I make sure she pours from the same teapot and drinks first so I know it's not poisonous before relishing in the bitterness cut with lemon of what I think is Earl Grey.

“You really want him back, don't you?” she muses. “Your boy? Even if it costs you your life?”

“Yes,” I answer succinctly.

“You will die if you continue,” she says bluntly, leaning back on the plush sofa. “I think that is a waste of the fire in your soul. My offer was very fair, more than fair. You'll get immortality, you'll get to visit your son, you'll get training from one of history's greatest warriors.”

“And Helios' curse too?”

“Clever,” her mouth upticks. “Yes, that would be given in the exchange.”

“No thank you. I'm going to take my son and go home, back to my old life.”

“A life that bores you. We've been watching you for some time...well, Kal-El and Bruce have. You hate your job, want a different lifestyle.”

“Who doesn't? That doesn't mean anything. You took my husband away from me and now you have my son and I'm not leaving this place until I get him.”

“Then you won't leave,” Diana stands up, looming over me before bending down and caging me on the sofa between her arms. “I can kill you. I can kill you very easily or I can make you a pet but I am giving you the chance to have a life you can be proud to live.”

“A pet?” I really don't like the sound of that.

“A companion, really. See, I like all kinds of people,” her lips brush against my cheek. “Especially sweet little girls who try to be brave. I used to have a pet before you but I got too carried away and she was rather fragile.”

“I'm not being your-” I don't finish the sentence because her hand wraps around my neck and I can feel the sheer terrifying strength in her fingers.

“You will be whatever I say you will be if you don't accept my offer. Now...kiss me and thank me for my generosity.”

The scariest kiss I had ever been a part of was with this woman who was so strong she could flex her hand and crush my entire neck without much effort. When she deepened it, I wasn't exactly going to argue back or insult her so I pretended she was my husband but the softness was so unlike him that it was difficult to sustain the fantasy.

“Beautiful,” she murmurs. “Now, you have something to say to me?”

“Thank you for the kind offer, Diana.”

“You're very welcome,” she lets go of my throat before moving to a wooden chest at the back of the room and drawing out some dresses. “Now, you must change. You're shivering and the water in the pond is quite stagnant so we don't want you wandering in dirty clothes.”

“You want me to...change here?” I balk.

“Is there a problem?” she smiles serenely. “Do you believe you have something I have not seen before?”

I knew I didn't have any choice here so I stripped in the quickest fashion I had ever done before getting into the dress and doing my best to hide the gun in the dropped clothing. The dress had a lot of straps along with the fabric that I didn't know where they went so my plan to not give her much of an eyeful was rapidly falling apart. Diana had to help me tighten things, pull things into place and I figured out the strapping acted like a bra after my boobs were suddenly hoisted up and supported.

“The scars of motherhood,” Diana had run her fingers over my stomach where stretch marks still lay. “A proud visage indeed.”

The wildest thought ran through my head that maybe she had a thing for mothers from the licentious way she was looking at me and touching my skin. I don't imagine she'd come across many since most of the village had been eaten by Lycans.

“So what now?” I ask.

“Now you tell me whether you will become a daughter, a pet or a corpse,” she adjusts my half dry hair. “Oh such a stubborn expression. Perhaps this will loosen your tongue.”

The famous golden lasso fell around me and I'm panicking, hoping she won't ask if I have any help.

“Tell me what you intend to do,” she compels me.

“Get out of here and get my son.”

“And how will you do that?”

“Find Constantine and take down Arthur Curry if I have to.”

“Constantine,” she hums. “What is your relationship with Constantine?”

“He saved my life once. We fucked the entire weekend and then he ghosted me. Only just met him again today.”

“You've had sex with him?” she raises an eyebrow.

“Yes.”

“You don't seem the type to fall for his 'bad boy' fake persona.”

“You don't really know me.”

“No, but I'm going to,” Diana laughs. “Tell me your darkest secret.”

I tried to resist, I really did but it just bubbled up and exploded out of me, “I sometimes thought about John when I was with my husband, sexually I mean. The sex with John was so wild that weekend that it stuck with me.”

It was an awful feeling to get that out into the open, like a huge betrayal of my marriage. My husband was a good man, a great father and he kept me satisfied but something about that weekend with John was so romanticised that it kept invading my fantasies at times. It was ridiculous, John was a complete ass, but it's easy to view the past with rose tinted glasses and especially when I was a lot younger then and had more energy to do outrageous things.

“That's perfectly normal,” Diana puts her palm to my cheek. “Good sex lingers in the memory. I can teach you not to be afraid of that. In Themiscyra, we never feel guilt for our sex lives. I could sweeten the offer of becoming my daughter if you wish; catch Constantine and chain him for your amusement?”

“That's barbaric!”

“From what I hear, he might enjoy it,” she takes the lasso off and starts winding it around her arm to make loops.

She's turned her back to go hang it up on a hook on the wall and I grab the wet clothing which has the gun hidden in it and I aim it through the fabric at her back before pulling the trigger.

I wasn't going to be her sex slave, I wasn't going to be her daughter, I wasn't going to let her enslave someone else to keep me compliant. I didn't know if this would even work but the bullet ripped through the fabric and buried itself just under her shoulder blade.

For a horrible few moments, I thought it had done nothing, that she was going to rip me apart for trying but there was an odd flash within her body, like sunlight and, when she turned to me, I saw the huge exit hole where her heart should be. The revolver had evidently done something.

“You....” she's struggling to stand.

I don't think it's a kill shot but it's certainly enough to slow her down and I wasn't going to wait to find out what these bullets actually did. I bolted out of the room as quickly as I could, fleeing in the dress that fanned out behind me in swathes.

Down a set of stairs, into another corridor, to the left and down another set of stairs until I hit a set of double doors that were stuck fast. I could see out of the musty windows that this was one exit out of the castle but I think the doors were locked and I'm not sure I could afford to waste bullets shooting the mechanism out.

“GET BACK HERE!”

The shout is so loud it leaves my ears ringing. Diana is nearly upon me, clear murderous intent in her eyes. She's bleeding from the gunshot but I think it's only causing her to struggle. She was still fast and she was still very dangerous.

In a blur, she's flanked by Donna, Cassandra and Yara. All of them are advancing upon me as I desperately try the door again.

“Nowhere to run, mouse,” Donna taunts.

“Such a bad girl,” Cassandra tuts.

“You're really going to pay now,” Yara grins.

“You will stop this now and come with me,” Diana's fury is still masked by a calm demeanour. “It is impressive you caught me unawares, more impressive still you found something that can hurt me but the game is over now. You will submit or you will die but whatever you do, you will never see your fucking son again.”

There's still sunlight outside, the rays struggling to get through the dirt on the window and I pick up a side table and use the legs to smash it out, letting the light pour into the room. That stops them for a second while I clamber out of it but I yelp as Donna grabs hold of my leg, keeping me in the shadow of the atrium.

Using my bodyweight, I lean further out and her hand hits the outside air, the direct path of the sun and she screeches, smoke starting to billow out of skin and I grasp her wrist, yanking her with me as I fall onto the ground outside.

In a hissing series of screams, Donna turns to ash, flames consuming her from the inside out. I'm not wasting time though, too concerned that if I don't deal with Diana now, it'll haunt me later down the line. So I grab an axe from a woodcutter's log nearby and I Shining the hell out of the double doors.

Whack after whack until the lock is splintered and I kick the door in, letting the sunset spill into the castle.

“Diana!” Cassandra and Yara wail, getting a face full of UV rays.

“What have you done?!” Diana is starting to smoke. “My daughters!”

“Now you know how it feels to have your family taken, you fucking bitch!” I don't know where the bravery is coming from but it evaporates rapidly when she charges out of the door at me.

I think I made a really pathetic scream as I run backwards but that pretty face is already burning down to the bone and she collapses in front of me, particles of her floating off into the breeze.

I'd just killed Wonder Woman.

What I noticed in the ash was a golden key on a chain that was unburnt and I picked it up gingerly, looking at the 'W' pattern on the head of it. I had no idea what it was for but I slipped it around my own neck in case it would be useful in the future.

Now I'd stopped feeling like I was going to have a heart attack, I stumbled down a nearby tunnel, shivering in the wind, where a sign was pointing me back to the village. John was somewhere around but I'm sure he'd likely find me on the journey to visit Arthur Curry.

When the tunnel eventually opened out, I seemed to be at some kind of sacred site. Standing stones in a circle with a central dais and there were several gates branching off from this location. I could see the village behind one.

“Weary traveller, you seem lost and you certainly are not dressed for frost.”

The voice makes me spin around, shakily pointing the revolver at a giant...I'm not really sure what it was. It was very tall, hulking, a kind of plague green with webbed ears and red eyes but it was dressed impeccably. The rhyming speak was the least weird thing I could say about it right now.

“Put that away, I am your friend, a path to you I can recommend. You seek to find your youngling kin, I can offer help therein. I appear as not the form of man, I am the demon Etrigan but fear not, fair maid for I am kind, I think our goals are thus aligned. I have been asked to intervene by the dark arts master Constantine.”

“John asked you to help me?!” I lower the gun which is probably a naïve mistake but this...demon, could have already killed me by now.

Etrigan nods before giving me a dagger, “To meet no end that's terribly tragic, I give this dagger imbued with magic. You might think the design to be quite odd but John tells me this can kill a god. A count of weapons, you have more than one, should your bullets run out in that magic gun. And so I set your course quite straight, the key on your neck is for that gate.”

He points a claw to one that's next to the village gate but I can tell by the graffiti on the rocks behind it that the Joker and Harley Quinn probably resided there.

“No, I need to get to Arthur Curry,” I turn back to him.

“I know you want to disagree but Joker holds the Atlantis key. You cannot progress along this quest, without you gaining Arthur's crest. So I shall bid you a fond farewell, I shall see you further in this hell.”

I look to the Joker and Harley's gate again and was just about to ask a question about whether Arthur had someone else's key but Etrigan had completed vanished.

“What the fuck?!” I dart around, trying to spot where he went but he was gone.

“Lass!” I hear John, he's by the village gate.

I go running over and see he's a little bit bloodied around the lip. I think he's sporting a gouge mark in his leg as well.

“Did you send a poetry demon to give me a knife or have I just completely lost it?” I ask as I get close to him.

“No, Etrigan's one of the good ones. He won't hurt you and if you entertain his medieval la-di-da bollocks, he'll do anything for you. What the fuck are you wearing, by the way? You look like an extra in Ben-Hur.”

“Diana put me in this when she caught me again.”

“I'd better go deal with her,” John muses, looking like he's dreaming up a plan.

“No need. I killed her and her daughters as well.”

“You....” John blinks. “Blimey. You were the biggest scaredy cat going when I first met you. You've grown some massive metaphorical gonads recently if you just took out Wonder Woman.”

“She said Arthur Curry has my son,” I carry on, ignoring his praise. “I wanted to go there next but Joker and Harley have his key according to Etrigan.”

“Aye, he'd know. He's been doing recon for me for a while here. Listen, asking you to stay away from a demi-god is one thing because Diana had a thing for strong mums but a psychopathic clown and his psychiatric nurse goon is something else. Those two will do a real number on you if you're not careful.”

“So come with me,” I take his hand through the bars. “I don't want to do this alone.”

“I can't,” John grimaces. “I'm the only thing keeping Superman off your back while you're doing this. He'd snap your neck in an instant if I didn't. You're gonna have to be brave again, for your little lad, for me. Can you do that?”

“I don't know,” I answer honestly. “But I have to try, don't I?”

“You can still walk away.”

“I'm not walking away,” I say quickly.

“You really are different,” John does a half smile. “More confident in yourself. Kinda sexy, really. I would kiss you but that's highly inappropriate right now.”

“If I'm going to die soon, may as well,” I nervous laugh. “Could be the last nice thing I ever experience.”

“Oh, kissing me is nice, is it?” he gets cocky.

“Don't push it.”

“Yeah yeah, alright,” he presses his face to the bars and I do kiss him.

It's a strange feeling after so many years of being with my husband, someone new who technically wasn't new. I know I should've felt guilt, my husband having not long since passed but I really felt like I was going to die on this journey and I'm sure I'd be forgiven for seeking even the tiniest bit of comfort in this absolute nightmare.

“You go get that key, lass,” John goes serious after we break apart. “I'll meet you back here when you do. We'll get your son back and if something goes wrong, something happens to you, I'll still save your son.”

“Why are you doing this, John?”

“Apart from the fact Superman can go fuck himself for stealing children for whatever plans he's got? Honestly? I've never forgotten that weekend we had. Best little bit of normality in me fucked up life. I know you think I'm a right twatmuffin for disappearing but I had me reasons and it were nowt to do with how much I liked you at the time. Me lifestyle is just...dangerous so I did the best I could to keep a nice bird like you away from that. You deserved a happy life and a happy family.”

“Oh....oh well that makes more sense now,” is all I can say.

John turns quickly on the spot like he's sensing something and two glowing discs erupt from the ends of his hands, teeming with symbols. He looks back over his shoulder.

“Supes is coming. Run. Run now!”

So I sprint to the Joker's gate, using Diana's key and slip inside. I watch John dash off back into the village, leaving me alone with a gun and a knife to take on the Clown Prince of Crime and the Infamous Harley Quinn.

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Village of Shadows - Ch.4 (Dark!DC/Resident Evil 8)

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Summary: You have to face the Joker and Harley before you can get anywhere near Arthur Curry

Warnings: Lots of clowns, death traps, past trauma, violence, injury detail, panic attack description

CHAPTER 4 - A Fear of Clowns

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The path to Joker and Harley's compound was littered with graffiti, streamers and garish neon lights.

I had no idea how they had so much electricity to power this stuff out here but, when I looked more closely at a neon Joker sign I jumped out of my skin as a Jack in the Box erupted from nowhere, springing a clown into my face that laughed in a tinny mechanical fashion. I tripped as I tried to get away from it, landing on my ass on the mossy ground as I tried to get a grip on myself.

I just really fucking hate clowns...

I got up, keeping the gun in one of the straps on the dress and I clutched the dagger in my dominant hand. I wasn't going to waste magic bullets on two humans when I still had Aquaman and Superman to contend with.

I got closer to the house and saw, to my great horror, that it was a pastiche of a funfair haunted house. I didn't really like these things as a kid, much less an adult but going in there was the only way I could find Arthur's key.

“Step riiiiiight up!” Joker's voice blasts through some speakers as fairground music starts piping in at me from all sides. “One night only, our funhouse is free! Just come inside and see if you can make it out again.”

I hear Harley giggling in the background before it shuts off and I'm left with this nightmare fuel of a clownface spinning around on the front of the house and that organ music repeating on a loop.

“Fuck it,” I say to myself before walking in the door.

Standing around outside wasn't going to do anything and I had the triple motivation now of finding my son, avenging my husband and making John's efforts to keep me alive worth something. If I couldn't at least put on my big boy pants then what good was I?

“Welcome! Welcome, my dear,” the door shuts behind me and locks as Joker's voice starts up again. “What a brave little thing you are. Taking out Diana, oh! Some of us have been trying to do that for yearsssss!”

“I could've done it,” Harley sounds put out. “She ain't thathard to kill.”

“Quiet!” I hear a slap and yelp. “Now, let's see whether a mother's determination can get you through. Did you know Harley used to be a psychiatrist? She managed to get access to your therapy records and ohhhh, the things we found out about you. You reallydon't like clowns, do you? Also a demon attack at a rave, now that wasn't just a fanciful nightmare I'm betting. Unfortunately for you, I'm going to use this all against you. Have fun!”

It goes quiet then, save for the looping music and I step onto a circular tunnel, only for it to start spinning in place like a slow laundry machine. I have to half run to the other side to keep my balance, only to get on an actual balance beam after that that runs over a pit of broken glass.

Three steps across and something drops from the ceiling to the side of me, screeching and kicking. I nearly fall off into the shards and see a clown hanging from a noose, still scrabbling at the rope to try and free themselves.

“What the fuck?!” I blurt out before keeping low and hurrying as fast as I could as more and more bodies dropped, intending to shock me into losing my balance.

I couldn't believe the Joker was killing people around me just to freak me out. John was right, this was more terrifying than running from Diana and her daughters.

I got to the other side and swore in a long string of colourful adjectives to see a mirror maze.

“Eesh. Somebody needs to wash their mouth out with soap,” Joker adds dryly. “I would hurry up in this next section if I were you, dear. A couple of my experiments have gotten loose and they'd just be real happy to see you. Geddit? Real happy? Smiles? Oh my comedy is wasted on you.”

“LAUGH, YOU DUMB BROAD!” Harley grabs the mic.

“FUCK YOU, YOU PSYCHO ACROBAT!” I yell back.

She'd rubbed me up the wrong way ever since that meeting of the heroes. I wasn't going to let her bully me into fawning over the Joker like she did.

“WHY I OUGHTA-!”

“-COME DOWN AND SAY THAT TO MY FACE!”

“Now now, ladies. Let's not start a cat fight,” Joker chuckles. “Or at least if you do, make sure you're both in a pool and covered in pudding.”

“Oh dream on!” I flip the bird, twirling around so if there's cameras then he'll see me.

I strode into the maze of mirrors and the door swung shut automatically behind me. Glowing neon paint illuminated on the ceiling above me, some on the mirrors too and when new music started up, I felt a prickling of sweat run down my back to hear that tune that had haunted me for years. The tune that the demon had slaughtered all the rave goers too when I was younger.

We Live Forever by The Prodigy

I lost my common sense at that point, fleeing through one route, only to be met with a dead end and the sight of my own terrified face as I tried to keep my breathing under control. Down another route and I saw a flash of a clown face, a smile stretched unnaturally wide across the lips. I couldn't tell if it was near me or just reflected to look close but I wasn't going to take the chance.

I worked myself up in this horrorscape, filled with visual and audio reminders of the former worst night of my life only to have the added menace of stalking clowns after me. Dead end after dead end, retracing my steps as I got completely lost, my fear ruling my logic.

I got grabbed by something and I slashed behind me with the knife, only to see I'd cut off the hand of an attacking clown that fell to the floor with a dull thud. I didn't even know how, there was no resistance to the swing I'd had. It had just cut through flesh like melting butter.

“That's cheating,” Joker sounds annoyed.

“You never said I couldn't use weapons,” I growl back, kicking the clown away.

I wasn't so lucky the next time one caught up to me. It got me pinned against a mirror and bit my bicep hard until I was shrieking. I ended up stabbing it in a mad fury until it let go but the damage had been done by that point, a chunk of my skin missing and blood freely weeping down my arm and fingers.

“What a shame,” Harley laughs at my pain.

I keep moving until I find an exit, spilling out onto a platform that contained a singular cart next to it, like one of those Ghost Train kind of ones.

“Get in if you want to meet us face to face,” Joker tells me.

So I do, the lap bar moving into place on its own and crushing me a little as the little cart trundles forward. I expect some kind of trap or maybe a haunted house kind of affair where things pop out at me but instead I see screens, screens that are showing videos of my family.

Some are home movies, videos posted on social media from my husband and I but some are taken from a distance, like we were being stalked. Sweet family moments, arguments with my husband when we'd been out for that day, some even taken through the windows of our house. Private moments, very private moments.

How long had they been watching us?!

The cart came to a stop by a door after the lengthy movie and the bar flew up, releasing me to go through. I could see Joker sitting on a chair with Harley next to him, twirling a huge hammer in her fingers.

“Well? I don't have all day,” Joker beckons me through.

I stand up and make my way over, the door closing behind me and I stop a few feet from them, blood still dripping from my wound occasionally as I held tightly onto the dagger.

“Give me the key,” I say simply.

“And why should I?” Joker muses.

“Because I'll kill you both if you don't. Give me the key and let me go deal with Arthur Curry.”

“You touch my puddin' n' I'll whack you good,” Harley warns me.

“If I get what I want, I'll leave you two alone. I've already taken out Diana, you know I'm not bluffing.”

“Tempting,” Joker sits forward. “But Supes does not like being betrayed.”

“And you're afraid of him? Surely you're clever enough to think of an excuse why I got the key or has everything I've ever heard about you been a lie?”

“Goin' after his ego, huh?” Harley rolls her eyes. “Psychology 101. Won't work on him.”

“I don't care if it does or not. He can either give me the key and weasel his way out of being hurt by Superman or I can kill you both. You think that home movie frightened me? It just made me mad. You miscalculated.”

“It wasn't intended to frighten you,” Joker laughs. “Harley and I had a bet, y'see? I thought a fine upstanding mother like yourself would stop at nothing to get your son back, even if it meant murder. Harley thought you were a scared little girl pretending to be brave because you thought it was what you were supposed to do. I think I won this particular bet. You're not afraid, are you? Not any more at least. Oh no, you're pissed.”

“Stop monologuing and give me the key,” I say directly. “You want some psychology? You like watching the world burn? I'm going to kill everyone who gets in my way and that includes Superman. I will find a way and you can laugh that a pathetic human was the one to do that, that she let you live to see it.”

“But if you kill all my rivals, how will I ever have fun?” Joker shrugs.

“Because now you have a new one. You have me.”

He bursts out in hysterical peals of laughter and Harley follows suit, doubling over until she has to hit the ground on her knees to keep her balance.

“YOU?!” Joker gets out. “You're going to be my new rival?! AHA!”

He laughs so much I see the shine of tears on his face. I don't care that I'm being mocked. It's all part of a risky gamble I'm taking anyway, to see if I can amuse him enough into making a chaotic choice to help me.

“That's a good one!” Harley's screaming with giggles on the floor. “A talentless ordinary nobody! You ain't even got cool gadgets!”

“Diana said I wasn't ordinary. My blood was tainted with something unnatural,” I address her and the Joker shuts up immediately.

“Oh really?” he looks a lot more interested now. “Y'know, just for the sheer laughter value of you, my dear, you can have this.”

He tugs the key off of his neck and throws it to me. I catch it, retying it around my own.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” I give a brief nod.

“If you don't start becoming my rival after this, I'll hunt you down and strangle you myself,” he grins. “Providing you survive of course.”

“You're just givin' her the key?!” Harley bolts up to her feet.

“We may have a semi meta-human here,” he lazily gestures to me. “Now wouldn't that be interesting to torment some more? I'd really like to dig down into that brain a' yours and find out your darkest fears and your darkest humour.”

“Maybe you'll find out someday,” I smile.

It's been an age since I used any kind of seductive technique on another person and I'm rusty as hell at it but the Joker responds well. That also means that Harley responds very poorly.

“Exit's that way, you no good floozy,” she points to a door to the left. “Get the hell out. Y'aint playing tongues with Mr J like ya did Constantine.”

“Not interested,” I reply back acidly.

I keep them in my eyeline until I get outside; I still glance back at the house even when I'm walking back down to the sacred site. I don't trust them at all but Joker seems to be genuinely letting me go.

I lock their gate with Diana's key once I'm back through and I go to the central dais, sinking down onto it as my chest constricts and I find it difficult to breathe.

I'd kept it together well in there but now I wasn't directly in danger, the fears caught up with me and I was having a panic attack, tears streaming down my face and my cheeks burning with the effort of me trying to draw a lungful of air.

“Fairest maiden, do not fret, Etrigan's here and there is no threat,” Etrigan appears at the side of me, sitting down and looking ridiculous hunching over like this. “Now take a breath at the same time as I, slow down your pace, I know you can try. One, two and three we go, remember to keep it nice and slow.”

A demon was helping me through a panic attack. That's not a scenario I would've ever dreamed up, even a fever fuelled nightmare. I think the ludicrousness of it helped me to get control though, the knot in my diaphragm easing until the attack had passed.

“I was watching you in there and I have to admit, I have never seen someone best Joker with wit. Now I see you are injured and don't be alarmed, I'm going to heal the wound on your arm,” Etrigan gets some foul looking liquid in a bottle out from a pouch on his belt and pours it directly onto the bite wound.

It stings like hell and I try to yank my arm back but the demon's grip, although gentle, was very firm. I swore, I yelped and I wriggled against the jangling of my nerves but before my very eyes, the flesh was filling out, the skin growing back over the new meat and all that was left was a discoloured patch on my arm that was the only evidence that something had happened.

“Thank you,” I marvel at what I'd just seen.

“Save your thanks, it was the least I could do when Constantine has asked me to look after you,” he grins, boar tusks protruding more as he does so.

“Do you know where John is?”

“He's close by, oh don't you worry. He'll meet you on the road towards Arthur Curry. Though if something should derail his plan, shout for the demon Etrigan. I give to you the word of a knight, that I shall protect you should it come to a fight.”

“I appreciate it, Etrigan. You're very kind,” I pat his bulky arm and forest green patches appear on his cheeks. I think he's blushing.

“You should make haste, dear lady and get gone, patience is not a virtue of John's.”

“Goodbye,” I get up as he vanishes into thin air.

I walk to the gate, putting the Atlantis key in the lock but there's the sound of a cape fluttering and I spin to see Superman descending to the ground in front of me. I freeze up, expecting to get lasered any second.

“I didn't think you'd get this far,” he's oddly calm and that freaks me out more. “Curious.”

“What do you want?” I'm backed up against the gate, bars pressing into my back. “To stop me?”

“No,” he walks forward until he's nearly chest to chest. “I was just intrigued about the woman who'd killed Diana and bargained with the Joker and seems to have proclaimed a murderous appetite to kill all of us involved with taking your boy.”

“Is it any wonder?” I hate how close he is, how small it makes me feel.

“You're not a natural hero. I'd wager you'd be the first to run from a fight or you'd avoid jumping in to help with one but there's a quiet strength in you that's admirable. I wonder if that's a quality your husband was drawn to.”

“Don't you dare talk about him!” I forget who I'm speaking to for a brief moment.

“Your husband? Why?” he tips his head to the side a little. “You're over it, aren't you? Why else would you kiss Constantine?”

“That's not...I'm not...that's just grief!” I stammer, unsure how the hell everyone seems to know what happened before I went to the Joker's compound. “And the fact I might die soon! Doesn't mean I'm over my husband, you unfeeling shithead!”

Superman bangs on the gate so hard next to my head that the railings buckle around his fist. He leans in to speak next to my ear, breath tickling with every word, “Watch your mouth. You amuse me, you entertain me but I have my limits. Do you understand me? I know loss and I know grief but I never threw myself at the next girl who came along after Lois.”

“John and I already know each other, already have a history. Don't you try and shame me for how I'm dealing with my own feelings, Kal-El.”

“You remembered my name,” I can feel his smile against my skin. “And I suppose that's fair. Humans are more impulsive when it comes to morbidity. The primal senses come out in the face of death: the urge to fight, the urge to feed, the urge to fuck.”

I never would've expected to hear Superman use the word 'fuck' but here we were. It somehow made it even more perverse to listen to.

“So what now?” I'm trying not to shake against him, feeling the raw power rolling off of him in waves.

“Two things. First, you're going to call me Clark. That's a special name between the two of us, my human name. Say it for me.”

“Clark,” I repeat and he lets out a contented hum that's so close to my ear.

“Very good,” he praises. “Second, I'm going to offer you a way out of this. I will fly you back home myself if you'll give up now. Nobody will think any less of you for it. Diana was at a disadvantage with the Helios Curse but Arthur and Bruce as very formidable and you likely won't make it past them to find your boy. He'll be well cared for, you know.”

“If you're not intending on harming him then why can't you let me be with him? Take me as well,” I turn my head to look at him directly but he won't move from his position.

“Because he'll try to defend you at some point from me and things will get complicated. Take my offer or take your chances.”

“No. I'm not walking away,” I don't have much conviction in my voice, the tone quaking a little but he accepts it, sighing before pulling back.

“That's really your final decision?”

“Final decision, Clark,” the use of his other name lends a glimmer to his eyes that I could be mistaking as want.

“A shame,” he tuts. “But I'll leave you with some information that may change how you see your magical chainsmoking saviour. Ask him about the time he impersonated your husband.”

“Wait, what?!” my eyes widen but he's already started walking backwards and shoots into the air, just as something fires from behind me at the rippling black cape.

“Lass! Are you okay?!” John's on the other side of the gate, scanning the sky for Superman. “I'm sorry, I didn't think he'd find you so quickly.”

He wrenches the twisted gate open and pulls me over the barrier line into Arthur's territory and into his arms.

“I've got you now,” he says softly, squeezing my hand.

I look into those worried dark eyes of his but doubt was already creeping in. Did Superman's words have any merit or was he just trying to cause discord between us?

“What's wrong?” he catches my slightly off mood.

Could I really ask this question? But if I didn't I would always wonder what Superman had meant. Impersonating my husband...

What had John done?

Village of Shadows - Ch.5 (Dark!DC/Resident Evil 8)

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Summary: Just what exactly has John done?

Warnings: Dubcon/Noncon past mentions, angst

CHAPTER 5 - In Hot Water

*Do not replicate/rework/translate my work anywhere else without my express permission. This story is on A03/Tumblr/Wattpad. Anywhere else, it is likely stolen.*

“Luv, why are you looking at me like I've grown three heads?” John gets a little worried.

I wanted to ask him about what Superman had said before I went any further, just in case it was something terrible. From the sounds of it, it might be and I wasn't prepared to journey on with him at my side if that was the case.

“Spit it out!” he's shuffling nervously. “I don't like the way you're starin'.”

“Why did you impersonate my husband?” I finally ask.

I went for the direct route. If he was innocent, he could deny it but by giving a definitive statement rather than a question, if John was guilty he'd show me soon enough.

And show me he did.

He gaped for a moment, eyes blowing wide before he tried to speak a couple of times and failed utterly. All the colour drained from his face as well. From everything John had told me after the demon attack, he was quite the con artist, an accomplished liar so evidently this had caught him so off guard that he couldn't think of a lie quick enough to spout back.

“It's true?!” I step back. “Superman was right?!”

“It's...” he fumbles over the word. “It sounds bad. I know it does but I didn't mean any harm.”

“What did you do, John?” I took another step back.

“It were before you got up the duff,” he starts fiddling with a cigarette, picking at the loose tobacco at the end. “I promise I wasn't stalking you or owt. I'd not seen you since the tube station incident. I were just...I was in a really bad place. I'd lost someone I cared about again and spent weeks in a black hole of bad vices. I started thinking about you, memories of that weekend. You were the only person I ever had the sense to get far away from me before I started liking you too much. I should've done that with Jace too but the lad wouldn't leave me be and things went from there.”

“Get to the point.”

“I checked up on you. Saw you had a fella, nice house, nice life. I were jealous that you were so happy and loved up. Maybe I could've had that life with you, who knows? Oh who am I kidding? If you'dve been mine, you would be six feet underground by now. I just...I wanted to know what it felt like, to have a normal life, a spouse. You have no idea how many people I've buried over the years, lass. No idea.”

“So you stole my husband's identity,” I feel a little sick. “For how long?”

“Just a day, I swear!” he looks panicked. “I watched him for a time to get some mannerisms, spelled him to sleep for twenty four hours in the shed and lived a day as your husband. We went to a café for breakfast and you told me food puns about every single item on my plate. We got the weekly shopping in and you snuck a load of sweeties into the cart when you thought I weren't looking. You made me casserole for dinner and it were the best thing I've ever tasted because you made it with genuine affection. I remember everything about that day.”

I rolled back in my memories, trying to find the time he was talking about but something was sparking in my brain about a time when my husband was overly complimentary about my cooking rather than making jokes about it. I thought he was trying to butter me up about something and we'd ended up...

“But I had sex with him that day,” I realise with dawning horror. “After all the compliments, we used some of the dessert to have some fun and....that was you?!”

John starts biting his lip, “I...I didn't mean for it to go so far. I didn't. I promise you that wasn't the purpose of me shifting into his appearance.”

“You could've stopped me at any time, John. You could've said you weren't in the mood or whatever but you just let me carry on and you had sex with me. That's...”

“I know. I know,” he moves backwards himself, looking completely ashamed. “I can't justify it. What I did was unforgiveable, I know that. I felt terrible after that day and I swore I would never visit you again. This is the first time I've seen you since.”

“Was it worth it?”

“No,” he admits. “All it did was make me long for something I could never have. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Your husband was a good man and you were good for each other. I nearly ruined that with me own selfish needs.”

I feel numb, like I have no control over my body. I never thought he'd be capable of such deception but he'd blatantly said to my face he was a con artist. I just never imagined it would be to this degree.

Then a new wave of nausea hit as something else popped into my head.

“John...it wasn't long after that day I found out I was pregnant,” my voice is a little hitched at this point, my mind reeling.

“Wait...” I've never seen John so deathly pale. “No...”

“If my son is yours and that's why Superman has him, if that's why my husband was torn apart, I'm going to fucking kill you,” the steel has come back into my voice. “Stay the fuck away from me.”

I will my shaking legs to move further into Arthur's territory, not knowing exactly what to feel. There I was feeling guilty for sometimes fantasising about John and I'd unknowingly fucked him again. Not only that but he might be the father of my kid as well. I could understand the reasons why he'd taken my husband's appearance and I might have forgiven him for the ordinary day to day impersonation but I couldn't forgive the sex.

“You can't go alone,” he catches up to me. “I know you hate me but you can't do this by yourself.”

“What part of 'stay the fuck away' don't you get?!” I whirl around to face him. “Do you realise what you did?! If I'd of known it was you, I wouldn't have consented. You didn't give me that choice and you apparently didn't even feel guilty enough years later to stop me kissing you before I saw the psycho clown.”

Again he tries to speak a couple of times but can't get the words out. He seems defensive, like he wants to rebutt my statement but knows it won't go well for him if he does.

“Say it then,” I provoke him. “Let's get everything out into the open, shall we?”

“Fine,” John grits his jaw. “Don't pretend like you're a fucking saint, lass. That time I watched your house and studied your husband, I heard you getting yourself off while he was at work and it were my name you moaned. Once I might have thought was a fluke but it were a few times. Maybe if I'da strolled right in as meself you would've jumped on me like a bored little housewife and I wouldn't have had to do the whole song and dance with your husband's face.”

“You fucking bastard!” I go to punch him but he's expecting it this time, grabbing my wrists and pushing me backwards until I hit a tree. “I would never have done that!”

His expression softens, “I know. I know you would never have cheated on him. You're not me, you're not a fuck up. That day I was him was the most loved I've ever felt.”

“So why did you say that?”

“Because there's some part of me that hopes you don't want to cut me out completely after this, that you still want me,” his eyes are shining with unshed tears. “Hearing you cum with my name on your lips drove me mad.”

“It was a fantasy, John. We had such a wild weekend together, the kind of sex you see in really niche pornos and it's fun to remember sometimes. That doesn't mean I gave you permission to do what you did.”

“I'm sorry,” he repeats over and over, letting me go. “I know it was wrong, that's why I stayed away but I can't stay away now when your life is on the line. I definitely can't stay away now I might have a son whose life is on the line too.”

“No, you'll keep Superman away from me whilst I deal with Arthur alone,” I say clearly. “I've killed Diana and her daughters and I've outfoxed the Joker and Harley. I can do this on my own.”

I push past John and I half expect him to come after me but when I turn, he's leant his hand against the tree looking defeated. Slowly he meets my gaze.

“Alright then, go deal with Arthur but be careful. Please be careful. I'll keep things quiet out here but promise me you'll shout for Etrigan if you get in trouble.”

I just nod. That's all he's getting right now.

“I'm sorry,” he says a final time. “If I have to spend a lifetime saying it, I will and if your kid is mine, I will do whatever you want me to. No contact or full dad mode. Your decision.”

He leaves through the gate before there's a flash of swirling symbols and he vanishes from view.

Now I'm alone, wandering up the path that's getting progressively boggier as I go along and my boots keep nearly getting pulled off my feet as I walk. Mud is creeping over the lip of them, soaking into my socks and squelching in my shoes but I carry on, trying to step on more solid ground when I could see it.

I feel like I was too preoccupied with what had just happened, too deep in my own thoughts about what John had done and the fact my son might be his. What if he was right though? What if he'd shown up as himself instead, after all the not very innocent fantasising I'd done? I'd like to think I was a good and loving wife, that I would never do anything to harm my husband emotionally or physically but what if I wasn't as nice a person as I thought I was? What if the lure of a rose tinted memory was too strong in that moment? I mean, my husband had been dead for less than two weeks and I'd already kissed John.

Maybe I was just a terrible person in denial about my own sanctimoniousness.

I kept making mistakes as I got lost in my own mind and nearly fell into the bog until I finally got to a land barrier and saw a lake beyond it that flowed through a tunnel in the rock face.

I saw no boat, saw no bridge or way to get across other than swimming through the tunnel which was very dark and particularly uninviting. The water wasn't much better, not clear enough to see the bottom and I had no idea if anything was in it.

I couldn't go back now though, I couldn't go fetch John to help. I had to do this by myself.

I slipped into the water as gently as I could and yelped a little at how cold it was. The thin dress was doing nothing to keep me warm and the chill was already creeping into my soul as I got submerged. It took my arms a minute just to unlock before they'd start moving, propelling me through the cold water towards the tunnel. Once I'd gotten into it and my eyes had adjusted a little, I was at least pleased to see there were lights running along the top of the cave and I wasn't going to be swimming blind.

That joy only lasted a brief moment though before something grabbed my ankle from below and yanked me under the water.

middle school me reading the most jaw dropping toe curling traumatizing fanfic at 4 am when i had to wake up at 6 am

Dreamscape ( i )

John Constantine x Fem!Reader

"It was hard to believe this wasn't a dream- this wasn't something your brain created to meet your soul's other half. It was real..."

A soulmate AU where you share dreams with the warlock known as John Constantine throughout both of your lives.

Have this posted on my AO3 account, and I felt like posting on here too- with a few minor changes

Warnings for this chapter-- Mentions of John's childhood ab*se, but it's not heavy- small descriptions and talks of it.

Sunlight peeked through the curtains, coming close to hitting your face as you slowly opened your eyes. You could feel his arms wrapped around her, pressing your back against his chest. It wasn't a tight hold, but if you moved it would surely wake the man snuggling up against you.

Not that you wanted to.

You wanted him to enjoy a peaceful sleep for a change. Besides, it was early...

Wasn't it?

You needed a clock. Clock, where are you?

You looked around the motel room, your eyes lighting up with joy upon spotting your phone on the nightstand next to your side of the bed. Thank goodness your dominant hand wasn't trapped at the moment. Which meant you just might be able to get the device without waking him up! Slowly and carefully, you reached over to grab your phone.

Your fingertips barely grazed the cool metal.

Much to your frustration.

"Damn it." You swore under your breath as you struggled to reach it. Why couldn't your arms be just a bit longer? Or better yet, why couldn't your phone be a bit closer? Eventually, your fingers got a better grip on the device, a mental cheer going off in your mind.

You did it! Now to check the time-

A startled noise left you when he felt him nuzzle into the crook of your neck. His stubble once again tickling your exposed neck. You got such a surprise your grip loosened on your phone- said object making a quiet thud as it hit carpet. A shaky breath left you as he placed one or two lazy kisses along your neck, your face warming from such actions.

Funny at that. A grown woman you are, yet this man can still make your heart do funny dances while blushes race across your face and down your neck.

"Something wrong luv?"

"Hmm? Oh no, it just startled me." You confessed, adjusting yourself so you could see him. Your soulmate. You were still getting used to the fact.

There was a gentle expression on his face as he stared at you. His eyes no longer holding in that frustration and sadness you had come to know. There was a light to them now, a light that made your soul sing. "You okay?" You still couldn't help but ask, which earning a sleepy chuckle from the blonde male. "I'm alright." He assured you, kissing your forehead as he hugged you close. "Didn't mean to wake you earlier." You murmured, humming in content as he rubbed little circles on the small of your back. "You didn't." The male muttered lazily.

You hummed under your breath, it was so easy to doze off. It was safe, you knew you were safe with your soulmate. Even so...

"You feel like getting up?"

A giggle threatened to leave you as he let out a tired grumble. You took that as a no. "It's Saturday." The blonde argued. "I'm pretty sure it's Sunday." You countered. It only earned a chuckle from him. "All the more reason to stay in bed." He replied, giving your forehead another kiss. He may say otherwise, but you had a feeling he was wide awake now.

It was hard to believe this wasn't a dream- this wasn't something your brain created to meet your soul's other half. It was real... as real as you and John Constantine lived and breathed. Closing your eyes as you leaned against him, your mind drifted off. Off to the first time you met him.

Everyone had a soulmate, one could meet through the dreamscape. Both you and your soulmate were able to talk and touch within the realm of dreaming. The world created around you was all based on things you dreamt of. Sometimes they were good. Sometimes they were stuff of nightmares.

Part of the reason why having your soulmate in the dreamscape was so important. They helped pull you from the bad things.

You didn't realize how bad things were for John when you first met though.

The shared dreaming didn't start until the soulmates turned thirteen- around that time, you didn't have a lot of friends. Yes you were on friendly terms with some of the girls in your class, but you liked vastly things from them. And while they weren't cruel... there was a good distance between you and them. Half the boys in your grade at the time weren't bad. Although the other half did things that just made your blood boil with their actions.

So on the day of your thirteenth birthday, you couldn't wait to go to bed. You just knew you and your soulmate would have everything in common. Or at least liked a few of the same things.

That was how it worked, right...?

Your parents had similar taste in music, and they liked watching those old films on Friday night. Slipping under the covers of your bed that night, you soon closed your eyes... and you were off.

And it was just as amazing as you thought it would be.

Your eyes widened as you took in the scene around you. It was an exact replica of the outdoor world from your favorite show at the time. "Hello? Hello!" You frowned upon not hearing a response. After a few moments, you headed off down a pathway. Suddenly you came upon a grove of willow trees, and the sound of crying.

Crying...?

"I'm coming!" You swallowed hard as you quickened your footsteps, slowing down when you spotted the source.

The boy sitting underneath a willow tree wore pajamas that didn't match. His blonde hair was a mess, but that wasn't your main concern. Your eyes were fixated on the cigarette burn mark on his upper shoulder. And the bruises on his forearms. ".. are you okay?" You were too scared to step closer, would he even let you? You never saw a boy his age cry before... it left an uneasy feeling in your stomach.

"Go away..." His voice was weak, but you could hear the accent nonetheless.

"Just go away." He repeated, his voice a touch more firm than before.

"No-" You froze in place at the sharp glare he went you, his eyes red from crying. "I... I won't go until I know you're okay." You stated, trying to keep your voice steady as you eventually sat down. Not too close though, but just enough to make it known you weren't running off anytime soon.

He glared at you before turning away. A sharp feeling of hurt tugged at your heart, which you quickly squashed down. Something awful happened to him... he was in pain. So much pain... how could you make it go away? Pressing your lips into a thin line, your shoulders sagged as you sighed softly. You told him your name, soon talking about your likes and dislikes. Secretly hoping it helped get his mind off whatever was wrong.

"Am I talking too fast?" You eventually asked when you took notice of him again. His body slightly turned to your direction.

He didn't look you in the eye though, seemingly more interested in the fresh green grass. "... mom keeps telling me I talk too fast." You continued on when he didn't answer. Much to your dismay. It faded quickly though when the blonde soon spoke up.

"... John. My name's John." He soon told you, your eyes wide from surprise before a small smile grew. You liked the name. It reminded you of the Saint, and a famous actor your parents enjoyed seeing. "... you still have a mum?" John soon asked. Your happy feeling soon turning into something more cold... and shocked.

Did... did he loose his mom?

"... I do." You answered softly, biting your lip in worry as you weighed the question. "... what happened to your mom?" You eventually asked. John snatched up fistfuls of grass, angrily tossing them away. "She died. Dad says it was my fault."

Horror gripped at you. "But you're a kid!" You exclaimed. How could someone hurt their own mother? "She died giving birth to me." He soon explained. Your nerves calmed down... somewhat. "... you were a baby, you didn't want it to happen." You whispered, sad, sad that this was thrown at John. And angry. Angry that his father saw fit to blame him for something beyond his control. You scooted a bit closer to him, frowning in worry as he continued ripping up bits of grass.

"I hate him..." He growled out.

"Don't say that-"

"It's true! Ever since my sister left he..." John trailed off as more tears threatened to spill. His eyes growing wide when you gently hugged. It last a few seconds, before you pulled away. "I'm sorry... it's just... you looked like you needed it." You admitted. Getting a hug from your mom or dad always made you feel better. You thought it might work for John. The other teen seemed hesitant for a few moments, before he inched closer to you. And while you didn't hug him again, you were more than happy to simply sit beside him.

"..I like magic." You heard John admit after several minutes passed by. "Really?" You asked in a bit of awe. Most of the boys in your class enjoyed sports or superheroes. None of them expressed an interest in magic.

"Can... you tell me more?" You asked again, a smile appearing on your as John started explaining the magic he was always looking up in his spare time. Suffice to say, it wasn't the magic you had in mind. It sounded spooky and scary... but magic itself wasn't bad- it was bad when bad people used it. Like the villains in your current favorite shows and movies- the good guys used magic too to fight back. Well maybe not all of the good guys, but a good many of them.

John seemed a lot better too, his eyes were still red from crying of course. But the sadness from earlier seemed to be disappearing a little. "I'm going to use my magic to talk to mum." He explained. You... weren't quite sure how that could work. His mother was dead.

But magic could be very powerful- he could find a way. Surely he could! "I bet she will be very happy to hear from you." You soon replied, a startled noise leaving you when you saw the world around the two of you start to fade. "No- no wait!"

You snapped out of your past when you heard John call your name. "Knew you didn't want to get up, you were nodding off there." You flushed at the teasing tone and smirk John sent you. "I wasn't nodding off." You countered, grumbling faintly as he chuckled.

"Sure you weren't." John countered playfully. Your grumbling continued as you reluctantly slipped out of his embrace, earning a groan from him. "Come on luv." He hid under the comforter when you tossed him his clothes. "It's only...." You trailed off as you picked up your phone.

"9:37 AM." You answered, going about the room to pick up your clothes from last night. Setting them aside, you went through your bag to pull out a t-shirt in your favorite color along with some jeans.

"Too early." You heard John call out, earning a faint giggle from you. "I'll be in the shower if you need me- to talk." You were quick to throw in at the last minute. Not missing the way John pulled himself out from hiding. He sent you a smirk that was anything but innocent.

"And if I wanted to talk to you in the shower?" He asked.

You responded in kind. A glare that held no real bite to it as you entered the bathroom, promptly closing the door behind you.

Requests are open

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Characters: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, 001/Henry Creel, Billy Hargrove, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley

Tales of Arcadia

Characters: Jim Lake, Claire Núñez, Toby Domzalski, Douxie Casperan, Krel Tarron, Aja Tarron

Dead Boy Detectives

Characters: Monty the Crow, Edwin Payne, Charles Rowland, Crystal Palace, Niko Sasaki

The 100

Characters: Bellamy Blake, Octavia Black, Clarke Griffin, Finn Collins, Jasper Jordan, Raven Reyes, Marcus Kane, Monty Green,

And so many others I just can’t think of them right now. If there’s a fandom you’re wondering about just ask and I’ll see what I can do. I do platonic, romantic, Female, Male, neutral, working on yandere stuff, angst, head-cannons, au’s, working on smut. I don’t write Character x Character stuff. Have a lovely day 🥰🥰