hey, idk if you take prompts but if you do could you write a thing about what would've happened between Constantine and EarthX-Snart if he hadn't been "spoken for" already? like the flirting when John arrived on the waverider or the hookup with Snart instead of Sara in 1969. seems like an interesting ship to me :D
Oh you are playing to my strengths. I love Snart and John together. Unfortunately I’ve never finished anything with them in it. BUT. I’m very willing to share bits of the WIPs I’ve done for them with you.
Here’s one where Leo and John hook up after everything that goes down with Sara. I think halfway through I wanted to make it more about Len and John so I never really finished it. I wanted them to bond over their shared attraction to Sara, but nothing really came out of this.
“Thought you said you were spoken for, handsome,” John says around the cigarette between his lips. His voice sounds muffled, smoke leaking from behind his teeth.
He’s leaned against the wall in some seedy alley next to where The Waverider is parked for the time being. Everyone is knackered after everything that happened with Nora and Sara won’t let him smoke on the ship.
“I am,” Leo replies, approaching John and caging him in against the wall. “But I figured, when in Rome.”
John tilts his head to the side, taking another long drag of his cigarette. The spent ash at the end breaks loose and falls down onto his white shirt.
Leo reaches out and plucks the cigarette from his lips, tossing it over his shoulder and onto the ground.
John doesn’t protest. He watches the cigarette go, following its trajectory all the way down to the ground before turning his gaze on Leo.
Smoke leaks from his mouth and into the air around them, rising between their faces. In the dark it looks so sinister.
“Well go on then.” John encourages, expelling the rest of the smoke from his lungs. “Take what you came for.”
And here’s one from a story I’m writing where John joins the team in season 1, but not as a magician. He’s a metahuman in this. Here’s a conversation he has with Mick post-Snart’s death.
"He loved you, y'know," Mick says, taking a long gulp of beer.
John stares down at the table, trying desperately to keep the tears in his eyes from spilling over and down his cheeks. He's cried enough, he thinks. It's time to move on. Not like Len is the first person he's lost. Probably won't be the last either.
"I know," John says, his voice shaky and broken.
"Did you love him?" Mick asks pointedly.
John closes his eyes, losing the battle against his tears. He takes a shaky breath. "I'm not that kind of man," he says. "I always thought love was nowt but a story or a lie people told to make life feel a bit less unbearable."
He wraps his hand around the bottle of whiskey in front of him, raising it to his lips and gulping down as much of it as he can. The taste is bitter and it burns in his chest as it goes down, but he doesn't stop. Anything to erase what he's feeling. So he can stuff all of this down and move on.
Later when he's alone, John knows he'll need something a little stronger to take the edge off, but he won't do that in front of Mick or anyone else on this ship. He's always been good at keeping the darker parts of him secret. It's better that way. Easier if they don't know.
"You didn't answer my question," Mick remarks.
"Aye," John says, lowering the bottle of whiskey. "Cos I don't think you'll like the answer."
Mick grunts in reply, downing the rest of his beer and pulling a handle of hooch out of his jacket pocket.
I don’t usually answer asks and I don’t really take prompts. I’ve been struggling to finish anything this past month. I haven’t even been updating my regular fics. But you were so nice and you picked a ship I genuinely adore and wish thee was more work for.
So thank you so much. I hope you like the bits of stories I shared. Eventually Snart and John will have a whole love story in one of my fics. I think they’re very well matched and a little bit tragic.
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