What if Narrator was a fae? Think about it, a little.
Narrator is not human, he says so. And fae are not known to be the nicest of beings.
He calls Stanley, stanley the entire time. What if the parable is his domain that stanley walked uninvited into and broke the fae and hospitality rules?
Stanley in this does not know what fae are at all, you aren't supposed to give the fae your true name or they own you, even if it's just your first name. Narrator is under orders by his king and queen to get answers from stanley about how he got in the fae realms when all entrances where locked tight.
Over time, Narrator is convinced that this mortal just had the worst luck and found it on accident. He grows fonder so he hides his true name in the fern (Thus explains why it's so important to the story), however Stanley either ignores the paper or ignores the fern, or ignores the name on the paper depends.
Timekeeper is going to be a fae hunter (don't know the correct name sorry), he wants to kill/erase/destroy/capture Narrator who is a extremely powerful fae because doing so will get him promoted, so he tries through Stanley.
Edit:
Okay, after some research.... Technically with the fern thing I mentioned:
That is a marriage proposal!!!!
Now, info:
The head fae want to know how this mortal human got through the barrier, put up to keep human and non fae species out for whatever reason you can think of, so send there strongest warrior to find out.
Narrator feels a connection to Stanley but it's not that strong for reasons, like instant liking. Now, fae have mates and can sense their mates if the other side is fae.
Important info:
Curator and Narrator are technically not siblings in this, Mariella and Stanley are siblings (you chose who's older)
[Does anyone else get reminded of the labyrinth (movie) when they think of the parable]
(Can anyone guess why Stanley got through the barrier? Hint: it wasn't a hole or weaken barrier. It was something about Stanley.
Whoever does so gets Narrators' true name!!)
Extra info:
Fae can change their appearance and gender freely however some choose to stay a certain gender, like narrator does.
Males- wings that look like a dragonfly or similar
Females- wings that resemble a butterfly or the stereotypical wings you imagine for pixies aka
I also never said I would stop at only one AU either!
This time it's for @elsa-fogen 's "Turned Human AU"! Again, amazing comic CHECK IT OUT
RadioSilence and a bit of RadioApple sorry -but not too much! Just Lucifer forgetting how to English when seeing Human!Alastor (to be fair, who wouldn't?)
And sorry for potential mistakes, English isn't my first language
Sooooo.
...Charlie may have fucked up.
Actually no. She fucked up. Bad.
Now don't get her wrong: Vaggi love her girlfriend. Adore her. She would burn both Heaven and Hell for her.
But even she can see that... yeah, Charlie fucked up on that one.
It started innocent enough; her girlfriend just wanted to use a spell that could turn the both of them into humans for a week. To understand them better, or so she said. So they could help them redeem themselves easier by knowing how living as a human feels like.
...Well. Vaggi always knew her girlfriend was creative. But she thought there wouldn't be any downside to try right?
Oh how wrong they both were.
She should have known something would go wrong when Charlie poured way too much magic for a simple spell after some failed attempts. But she just brushed it off and they both went to sleep.
...Only to be woken up by loud, extremely confused shouts of "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!"
-Well, that was the main feeling they could get from this-
So they went down and...
Oh.
Welp. This was going to be fun to fix.
~0o0~
The day at started... fine enough.
As fine as it can get since Angel have left the hotel at least.
The bartender went (not without wobbling, but he chalked that up to the hangover. He hadn't been sober since... Well. Since the spider left) to get himself a drink -yeah it's six am, so what?- and gulped the first one in one go. Then he went to pour himself another one and-
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS THIS SHIT?!"
Uh. Kinda sounded like Cherri Bomb... Wait.
He frowned. Put the glass down, and looked towarfs the sound of the voice to see...
Holy fucking shit is that a human?
Here? In Hell? How the fuck did THAT happened- wait.
"...Cherri?" he tried, which got the woman to turned around.
Oh fuck.
Oh fuck it's actually Cherri Bomb.
And she's human.
What.
"Husk? she asked, frowning. Well, guess I'm not the only one stuck in THAT particular shitshow."
Wait what was she talking ab-
Oh goddamnit.
He looked down and- yep. No fur, no paws, just good ol' human hands. He put one of them behind him- no feathers. No tail.
...Well that explain the hard time walking around. He've been so used to walk with additional weight on his back and a tail for balance that now that those were... gone? (hopefully temporarly) it was like walking on a string.
"Well shit. he said. Didn't even noticed- you know what happened?"
"No clue! I just woke up like that!"
...Uh. Well that was weird.
"HUUUUUUSK"
The bartender turned and got a small missile hitting him on the stomache.
"Ow fuck! What the hell you- he blinked. ...Niffty?"
The small cyclop that he used to know was now a small red-haired woman in her usual attire (thanks Lucifer for THAT) and hairs covering one of her eyes.
"Hey- hey Niff. he tried to pat her back. You doing okay there?"
"Nooooo! she whined. Now I'm too big to clean under the furnitures!"
...Oh. Yeah of course. Always had weird priorities.
"Hey uh... It's going to be okay. I'm sure we're gonna be back to normal soon."
Well, as normal as it can get in this crazy hotel.
"Someone should probably go and get Charlie. Cherri said. Also where's Baxter?"
"I tried to get him, but he locked himself into his room! Niffty puffed. Giggling and... taking notes I think?"
"Riiiiight."
The guy was probably already wracking his brain to understand what caused this.
"Guys! I heard screaming! Is everything okaaaay?"
Well, speak of the devil (or his daughter) and he shall appear.
Charlie was running down the stairs and stopped dead in her tracks upon seeing them, followed closely by Vaggi.
"Hey Charlie! Have any idea what the FUCK is going on?"
Well Cherri was straight to the point... wait.
The princess and the fallen angel looked... really uncomfortable? Husker frowned.
"You did this shit?"
"W-Well! Definitely NOT on purpose! she tried with a nervous grin. I was just... trying to turn myself and Vaggi into humans to... you know, understand sinners better! But I kept trying, and trying, and trying, and I put all my magic here but it didn't work but-"
"Oh, au contraire my dear, I would say it worked way more than you could hope for!"
At the new voice, everyone looked up at the balcony to see...
"Alastor?!"
~0o0~
The moment he woke up he felt something was wrong.
His vision was blurrier than it was supposed to be- in Hell he only ever had needed a monocle because only one of his eye got to struggle.
But right now... Why, he hadn't such a poor vision since he was alive!
He got up carefully- no restrains, no sounds out of the ordinary, he was still in his bayou... but why on Earth (or rather in Hell) did he got that distinct feeling that something was deeply wrong with him?
...And then he looked down.
And despite all the blurriness, he could clearly see that his arm was... not pure black fading to a light brown- but just brown.
Like before
Alright, he needed to get his monocle, posthaste.
What he grabbed instead though, was his old pair of glasses. They were like back then too!
He carefully put them on, got up and looked at himself.
His human face glared back.
"...Well that certainly interesting." he mused, noticing that he -obviously- didn't had the radio effect on it like usual.
He grabbed his staff, and by curiosity called on his powers... nothing. Or almost-
His Shadow was still very much sentient. It waved at him, although weaker.
"Now what could possibly have happened hm...? he waved at his Shadow. Be a dear and check if I am the only one suffering from this... little inconvenience will you?"
The Shadow quickly disappeared, and came back and he used that time to get dressed up. Shaking its head, it grinned brightly.
Alright, so he wasn't alone in this predicament. There was that at least.
"Well then. Time to see if our dear princess or her father are responsible for this."
He was about to leave but then paused.
"Oh my, I almost forgot!"
He grinned brightly.
"Much better. Well then, on with the show!"
~0o0~
Holy fucking shit.
Now, don't get Cherri wrong. She's... kind of already taken...? In a relationship...? Long distance? Anyway, she was already into Pentious!
But damn, never in her afterlife she would have expected THE Radio Demon -the Overlord, Strongest Sinner in Hell yada yada...- to look so fucking good?
Hello?
The guy was just straight up hot as fuck that was unfair!
She could tell that everyone (well okay maybe not those exact thoughts...) were thinking the same thing.
Damn, Hell did him dirty!
Also his voice was kinda sexy without the radio filter- MOVING ON.
She looked around and... Yep, everyone was looking shocked.
Well at least there was one good thing coming out of this shithole- she'll have to try stealing a pic or two, she needed to remember this!
(Makes her wonder how Pentious looked like when he was alive... Damn it she miss him)
~0o0~
"Alastor?"
"Why yes, how lovely of you to recognize me in a heartbeat my dear." he grinned.
He had to fight to keep it on. Now he knew that they were mostly just surprised to see his human form, but he couldn't help tensing up.
They were all white people.
Old instincts kicked in, and he had to fight to look as nonchalent as usual.
He still owned Husker's and Niffty's souls, they wouldn't dare make a comment about his skin color surely. Charlie was too naive and optimistic and probably didn't know about this. Cherri Bomb... Might be a problem, depending on when she died.
He'll have to keep a close eye on her, just in case.
The Radio Demon -and he was, he still was the one that made all of Hell cower in fear when he pass by on the street!- made his way down with the same nonchalent attitude they knew him for.
"You sound different." said Vaggi.
He rolled his eyes.
"Why yes, you didn't believe I was speaking in radio static back when I was alive did you now?"
The fallen angel scoffed.
"Fair enough."
"Ah but enough of that. If I understood correctly, our dear princess is the reason of our current predicament isn't that correct?"
Charlie grimaced.
"Yeaaaah... I'm sorry! I just wanted to turned myself and Vaggi into humans, not all of you!"
"Well, can ya undo it?" the bartender gruffed.
"I can try...?"
And, to her credit, she did! Tried, and tried, and tried until she didn't had any magic left, and was being held up by her girlfriend.
"Maybe your dad can?" Cherri Bomb proposed.
"Oh yeah!"
So the princess called up her father, which of course immediatly teleported in the hall once he heard the "Dad I need you" in his dear daughter voice.
~0o0~
"Char-Char! What is it apple pie I'm here to-!"
Lucifer blinked. And looked again, and blinked.
"Wooooow uh... Okay, that's new. he frowned. What happened?"
"I... maaay have messed up a spell. she grinned awkwardly. I wanted to turned myself and Vaggi into humans to, you know, understand them better! So I can help them redeem themselves! But... it kind of backfired...? And now everyone's human again, but I can't fix it, and I tried, and I tried, and I-"
"Wow wow wow there! Charlie slow down, I got it. It's okay kiddo."
He gently patted her head.
"Eh, you should have seen it when I messed up my spells. Took my three brothers to fix it up that one time I turned the moon into cheese! at her face he chuckled. It's a long story."
"As fascinating as that is, we would appreciate if you could turn us back to what we were Your Majesty."
Oh great. The bellhop is- wait a minute.
There wasn't the static. Which... come to think of it, made sense.
(Why did his voice had to sound so good though? No fair!)
He turned around with a frown.
"Well I'll have you know that I didn't asked for your opinion Bam-"
He froze.
God fucking damn it why does he look so handsome?
Also uh. He actually had brown skin. Interesting... Shit his hairs look really fluffy. He kinda want to pet it- but he know better than to try, the psycho would most definitely bite his hand off!
Wait shit he stopped in his sentence didn't he? Considering the raised eyebrow and the grin -of course he was smiling even when he wasn't a deer- Alastor was waiting for the rest of it.
"A-Anyway! Yeah didn't asked for your opinion bellhop! he scoffed. But to answer your question, no I can't."
"What, why?"
"Ducky, spells have magic signatures. he ruffled her hairs (take THAT Alastor!). Meaning that only the caster of it can undo it. Think of it like a lock and key. Only one key for one lock."
"But I already tried, and it didn't work! What can I do?"
"Hold on babe. Do you remember what your spell thing was? It was supposed to turned into humans for one week. So..."
"So if we wait one week, you think everything will be back to normal?"
"Beats you dropping dead of exhaustion by trying over and over to fix it." Maggie shrugged.
A silence fell, before Alastor hummed.
"And... do you believe that little spell of yours only affects us, or...?"
Lucifer frowned at the implications, and Charlie paled.
"You think-?"
"One way to find out." the bartender said -that was the bartender right? He had the same gruffy voice- and turned on the TV.
...Yup.
The reporters on the news were humans. And freaking about it too.
This just in: An emergency meeting have been called upon by Carmilla Carmine to all the Overlords about the present situation. More on the meeting on tonight's broadcast-
"Well then! It seems I must bit you all goodbye." the Radio Demon was already leaving.
"You gonna share the info with the class Bambi?" he frowned.
"Why of course! It wouldn't do to have all of Hell panicking over something that by all means should be temporary, correct?"
"Good point... And tell them I'm sorry!" his precious daughter yelled just before Alastor went out the door.
Dead silence followed.
"...So who's up for pancakes?"
~0o0~
How dearly does he miss his shadow teleportation.
Now, he can see that everyone is panicking. Running around like headless chickens as a matter of fact- paying no mind to him at all, which as of right now was quite the relief.
Just look in control. None of these idiots would be stupid enough to pick a fight with you once they recognize you.
Just in case, he passed by Rosie's place first. She of course, knew how he looked like, so she wasn't surprised to see him. And despite him managing to break their deal, they were still cordial around each other.
She gladly accepted to go to the meeting together, and so they went. Discussing about how things were in Cannibal Town; apparently everyone was losing its mind over the access to human meat again (hey demonic meat was different okay? It had a more... sour and spicy flavor to it.) and killing left, right and center. When it wasn't killing, it was amputations -consenting ones of course!- and pretty much everyone was in a frenzy.
"My, it certainly looks like you have your work cut for you my dear!" he chuckled.
"Oh, don't remind me! I was never that busy since the whole Kowari tribe! Hm?"
"OUT OF MY WAY! Important people walking here!"
Alastor let out an annoyed hiss at the contact, before noticing who exactly had just pushed him so rudely.
"Oh Alastor sweetie, are you alright?"
"That was Vox wasn't it?"
His eyes turned pink.
"...That was Vox."
"Oh, you're alright!"
Well at least Rosie had her priorities straight.
So, Vox was no longer a flat screen. How sad.
What would happen if he beheaded him in this form he wondered...?
"Alastor? We're going to be late."
He grinned.
"Right behind you my dear."
~0o0~
They sat down just in time for the start of the meeting. Carmilla took a deep breath, and started to speak.
"Fellow Overlords, we are all today because of the recent turn of events. All of Hell is in a panic. Souls are running wild, and it is our duty to keep the peace as much as possible."
"Yeah yeah, we all know why we're here. You don't have to spell it out."
Hm, if the disinterested expression and the phone were any indications, then this was most likely Velvette. Alastor took note.
He recognized Vox of course -the fool looks like he wanted to be anywhere but here. How ironic considering how rushed he was.
And next to him was Valentino. He would recognize those ugly glasses everywhere.
Next up... Hm. That man in the back... oh.
Well, his mustache reminded him of Zestial quite a bit. But oddly enough he imagined him to be quite older.
It looked like Vox was the oldest in the room, how... odd.
And then-
"Ah! You look even older as a woman!"
Of course, Velvette couldn't stop provoking.
"And you must have messed up, daycare is two floors below! she spat. Someone younger than thirty shouldn't be an Overlord!"
What was that?
"Excuse me?" he frowned, glaring at Carmilla (he could feel Rosie do the same, although she was smiling.)
Funnily enough, Carmilla looked quite confused at first. So he tapped his staff just in case. And-
"...Alastor?"
"At last, my dear! he made a fake bow. Why, I would think you never recognized me at this rate."
...Uh. Why did everyone went silent?
"Holy fucking shit, Al?!"
At the voice, he sighed.
"I believe we already established that fact yes, Vincent." he turned to face the former TV.
~0o0~
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
Now don't get Vox wrong, he always found Alastor attractive. Besides, the guy had an aura- which often made people run for the hills when they see him.
But THIS?
Holy sweet baby Jesus this was another level!
He could see from the corner of his eyes Velvette snapping a few pictures -very fair honestly. He'll have to ask her to save him some.
Even VAL was speechless, and that was saying something! He hadn't been surprised when he saw Angel's human form!
Despite being dark skin he's pulling that off better than anyone else he ever saw!
...But also what was that about being below thirty? Fuck he feel like a creep now.
Oh wait. He could see Velvette whispering to him. Maybe she could convince him to pose for a few pictures.
~0o0~
Pictures?
Alastor blinked, a bit confused about Velvette's... proposition.
"Oh come on! It'll be fun. See, I'm gonna post the picture, and asking people to guess which Overlord this is. she grinned. It's going to be hilarious! No way in hell people will guess you. You look too hot for that!"
...Hm.
"Well, why not. he grinned. We all are powerless as of now, so might get some entertainment out of this."
"Now you're talking!"
He generously let her fix his clothes (her words. She just unbuttoned some of his jacket's buttons, and took away his staff -which would have been a dead giveaway.) and smiled for the camera.
She took two of those, and he had fun with the second one he'll admit. He couldn't let it be too easy now!
After that, he turned back to Carmilla.
"Now now my dear. I have the informations about our... current predicament."
"You do?"
"Why yes. You see, our dear princess tried a spell to turn herself and her little girlfriend into humans, to "see what it's like". Unfortunately, it failed... or rather, it backfired."
"So the little bimbo princesa is responsible for this?!"
Alastor shot Valentino a dirty grin.
"It was an honest mistake. Contrary to some people here, she didn't try to take over Heaven."
That made Vox shrink to look as small as possible, and Valentino tisked.
Zestial quickly ended the argument before it could broke out.
"So... Is she able to turn us back?"
"Unfortunately, no. She tried for a good while, without avail. But, her spell was made to be temporary. In a week of time, it should have dissipated."
"I see. Now then, we must pass the message to the rest of Hell."
"On it."
Velvette was already taping on her phone.
"I will also created some broadcasts about it." the Radio Demon waved his hand.
"...We'll make sure to pass the news." Vox looked like he bit a lemon.
"Very well. This meeting is over!"
Before they left, Velvette went to him.
"Time for the big reveal! Ready to see Hell losing its fucking shit?"
"Why that sound quite amusing. Here, allow me to help them believe it."
He grinned, and summoned his Shadow. That earned a raised eyebrow from the other Overlord, but she took the picture, and posted it.
"Now, we wait." she giggled.
It took less than a minute. Curiously, Alastor looked over her shoulder, and couldn't help himself- he laughed.
Okay, it was quite entertaining to see demons losing their minds everywhere (although SOME messages made him grimace) about how he actually looked like.
No one commented on his skin color. Nobody was being a racist douchebag...
Which... actually made sense. Velvette was even more dark skin than he was, and those were the ones that followed her. So he supposed it was to be expected. Still, it made him feel a bit better.
"Why, that is quite entertaining indeed! he chuckled. However I'm afraid I cannot stay long. I have broadcasts to share! We will see each other again next week my dear."
"Sure thing! Sounds fun!"
He came back to the hotel with his everlasting grin on his face- except that this time it was a bit more geniune than when he left.
He isn't aware of it, but this does, in fact, greatly influence how his ghost form looks as he grows up.
His appearance starts getting more rugged, eyes a paler, more piercing green, hair a bit more uncontrollable and wild.
He packs muscle easily, even in human form.
When in ghost form, he has an aura of something patient and dangerous, and that sense only grows the older he gets.
Basically, our boy starts to look like a viking.
No matter how goofy and bumbling he really is, his first impression is always a horrifying moment for whoever is meeting him.
And as his ghost form grows with his human form, he outgrows his hazmat outfit. Frostbite and the Far Frozen fashion him some new clothes-which only compliment and play off of the viking aesthetic he's got going on.
And with the height he inherited from his father?
Our man is a very, very intimidating figure to look at. More so than Dan; because while Dan was dangerous and scary, he was all energy and lightning and rage.
Adult Danny comes across as lethal and terrifying, all ice and persistence and that final, terrible silence before you realize you've already died.
Dan felt like the warrior in front of you. Danny feels like the wilderness in winter, vast and unforgiving.
Anyways, when a summoning for Klarion goes horribly wrong and Danny gets called instead, the Justice League has a moment where they're convinced they've summoned something much, much worse than Klarion.
And Danny, standing there completely confused, is not helping by remaining silent and still while staring John Constantine in the eye.
Good news, the bad guys are also very concerned about the weird ghost viking and are actually moving to stand side by side with the Justice League on this.
Bad news, who the fuck is this guy?
"...Fuck," is all Constantine whispers, backing away slowly.
I couldn't stop thinking about it. I had to write how Danny comes off as to others. Playlist I actually listened to while describing him forgive me i went too far and what Danny's actual personality is
The summoning ritual was finished, and John braced himself for Klarion's imminent arrival. Bruce could only hope that what the mage had to offer would be considered valuable enough for the chaos demon's assistance.
But something was off.
Instead of the burst of hot air that so often heralded Klarion's arrival, there was a silent rush of cold.
And someone much more intimidating stepped through.
The man's hair was white, his eyes were a pale, glowing, piercing green, and his skin was as pale as the snow that had started to fall. Taller than Superman, quieter than Batman.
He wore a furred mantle that bore no resemblance to any animal Bruce knew of. His hair was braided out of his face, his armor bore shimmering Ancient Nordic designs that were so old, Bruce couldn't find a single rune he knew.
Hovering above the man's head was a crown of solid, glittering ice. It sloped and spiked, and every movement shook snow from it's small peaks. Above that, hovering between reality and a dream, a miniature Aurora Borealis flickered in and out of view.
The crown was less a crown and more a small group of mountains, plucked from Norway and shrunk into something befitting the being in front of them.
Looking upon him forced Bruce to confront his own mortality, because this entity was dripping with lethality. Not the type he was used to, not the kind that could be met with the cold steel of a blade or the sudden, numbing hot-cold pain of a bullet.
The kind of mortality that he feared.
The quiet death in the wilds; alone, hungry, and scared.
Staring at the being that had been summoned, Bruce was struck with the feeling that he was watching a wolf as it observed him. Patient. Cold.
Knowing that no matter what it did, it was going to get a free meal if it only took a day or two to wait.
Bruce was broken from that silent, obtrusive knowledge when the entity looked away from him, eyes searching the battlefield.
Then the being took a silent step forward, ice tendrils branching out from where he stepped, his eyes having entirely fixated on the Mage that had summoned him.
The cultists that had been working for Nergal slowly turned and started standing in line with the Justice League, prepared to defend against...this.
Whatever this was.
Constantine backed away slowly, swearing under his breath and shaking.
The entity looked towards the cultists, letting out a small, disdainful hum.
As one, the cultists bolted, leaving behind their tools and sacrifices to summon their false god.
The Justice League, far too preoccupied with whatever was in front of them, couldn't do much to stop them.
The being took a deep breath and sighed through his nose, causing a gust of wind cold enough to make Bruce's skin sting.
"Well, this is awkward," the being sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, "Uh...did you guys need me for something? I was kind of in the middle of hiding from the Observants."
Bruce's brain paused. Rewound.
Restarted.
Assessed.
Oh God this was another Clark; frightening stature, polite, down to earth nature.
"I'm sorry, hiding from the who?" Bruce heart himself ask faintly, as he forced his body to understand that he wasn't in any present danger from the...person in front of him. The man turned his attention from the wheezing magician and back on Bruce.
"Kinda like a council, super annoying, keep trying to make me do paperwork."
"I...see. We were actually trying to reach Klarion, is he unavailable?"
The man sucked in air through his teeth and rested his hands on his hips, scuffing one of his shoes on the ground.
"Oof, yeah; Klarions a little bit in Time Prison right now. Genuinely didn't think anyone wanted to willingly deal with him, or I woulda sent you guys like, a note or something. Want me to just do what you were gonna have him do?"
Constantine stared at Bruce with wide, terrified eyes and shook his head.
Bruce considered it.
"What price would you have? We wanted the cultists captured and their artifacts broken."
Constantine graduated to desperately crossing his arms in an "X". Superman was looking at Bruce like he was insane. Bruce ignored them.
"Uh...my little sister is actually a huge Static Shock fan. Any chance of an autograph?"
If you scan the reblogs and there’s a trip down Thirsty Constantine Highway (because Highway To Hell) and if he came out looking like this? I do not blame him in the least.
Frighteningly intelligent, but so fucking dumb at the same time. Big of body, to hold all the good intentions! The Fenton himbo gene in action!
John is... So very attracted to the walking mountain who could kill him in an instant. And Danny does not have a clue.
Just... John in a corner trying to get himself together. And Danny being a sweetheart trying to help. Which is not making John feel any less flustered. Would you stop being so nice please? I'm not sure I can take it!
Danny thinks he has a fever. It makes sense. Why else would he be sweaty and making no sense. So he picks him up bridal style and carries him over to a sofa. Sits down and last John across his lap with a hand over his forehead to help.
Batman is smirking up a storm. He gets it. He does. But this is hilarious. John has gone completely red and frozen in place. He's just, gonna take the chance to calm down. While laying in his lap. Yeah. He can do that!
Zatanna: You ok there John?
John just flips her off. He isn't going to attempt to speak again. Not worth it. And Phantom is... Very comfortable to lay on. All the fur probably.
Someone sneaks a picture as proof. The need to show everyone! Danny of course is being all sweet and attentive. Which is not helping dammit. Now John has an idea of what it would be like. And he is feeling very flustered!
Now, John is not a small man. Not by any means. But, being effortlessly moved by Ohantom, nd cradled in his arms? Then laid down to rest on his lap? He feels small and delicate. Phantom is so large the makes Supes look small. And John is, well he's having a hard time not imagining what that could mean.
With how easy it was for Phantom to carry him? Well.... John is only human. He can't help where his mind fucking take him alright! And with Phantom looking down at him so concerned? It's making him feel all kinds of special and fuzzy. He's not used to fuzzy warm feelings. It's fucking nice though.
But.... How the Fuck is he meant to get past this first impression of being a delicate flower? Fuck! Just... Fuck his life. And he knows the rest of the Justice League are gonna tease him about this. Even Bats is smirking, the prick like he wouldn't react if Supes picked him up like this! Bastard.
Phantom has pale green eyes, like clear jade. Fuck he's gorgeous. And he's staring at him all worried and caring. And John might just die from this.
Danny: Are you feeling any better?
John: Yeah. Thanks. Adrenaline got ta me I think.
Phantom nodded and helped him sit up carefully. John was not used to people being gentle and kind with him. Oh boy. This was gonna become a full blown crush of he wasn't careful. And his hands were massive. Fuck. Just, he needed a smoke. And some alone time. Fuck his life.
Now is this before or after Danny crushes/takes care of the JL's problem?
Because I know I'd be swooning if a gigantic Nordic Viking absolutely demolished a big enough problem to summon /Klarion/ for. And then afterwards he's silently checking on in everyone's health and then PICKS YOU UP LIKE NOTHING because he's CONCERNED FOR YOUR HEALTH. Shit, me too Constantine.
After for sure. Danny wouldn't risk people by not taking care of the threat first.
John is screwed. Stick a fork in him, he's done. He's falling headfirst into infatuated. No chance to escape. A few of the League might be a bit jealous.
And John? Is suffering. He just does not know how to handle care and concern. How is he meant to survive this? His heart can't take it. Someone help him! Distract the man please?
Danny of course is still feel in protective mode, and won't recognise that he thinks John is cute till he comes out of it. Once he does? He gonna be like... Oh no. I ruined my chance by being an over protective dumbass!
the same evening Constantine will be visited by Dani. She saw EVERYTHING with clockwork, he had invited her saying that it would be interesting, that is to say funny, he was right. They totally eavesdropped on Danny's summoning :3
Now John isn't sure if this ghost is talking to him in spades or giving him advice or both or if he's sleeping and it's just a dream.
John clocks that she is the little sister. And just does a little inside. He can never make a good impression on the family now. Fuck his life!
Ellie is ecstatic! She is absolutely giving advice. Danny is the only one of them single. Even Dan has a partner! Sure he's dating a demon, but it counts!
She will get the magic powerhouse as her brotheir in law! She is determined.
Ellie: You know. If you ask him for help he will trip over himself to be useful. He loves looking after people. Oh! And he loves space. So take him on a night picnic to watch the stars!
John: Right. Anything else? And are you really ok with me? Most people fucmin hate me!
Ellie: Oh no! PeePaw Clocky adores you! He will be thrilled! Jazz won't care so long as you make Danny happy. Dan will be a shithead about it. But he's dating a demon so he doesn't get a say. And I'm engaged to Captain Marvel!
John: Right. Ok. What happens if I uh. Protect him?
Ellie: ... He'd marry you in the spot. Protection spirits are just like that!
Constantine: desperately trying to claw open the airlocks
Danny: "hey so i just got like, a really weird note and wanted to make sure you were okay? kinda read like a mental breakdown? do u need a vacation? i know a place in hawaii-"
Constantin: now has visions of Jotun Danny in swimwear and lounging in the sun, turns red like a tomato, starts to plead with the other Leaguers through the camera to let him in the airlock.
THE HUMILIATION Y'ALL
YOU KNOW THIS BEEFCAKE, YOU KNOW HE'S A SWEETHEART, AND YOU SEND HIM A LOVE LETTER IN HIS NATIVE LANGUAGE THAT READS AS THE FOLLOWING
'Oh Great High King, We Request A Small Parcel, A Small Snippet, Of Your Luxurious Hair. Just For A Little Bit. We Need To Use It For Personal Reasons. Just A Small Morsel. Thank You For Being Pretty. And Amazing. We Just Want A Small Piece. That Is All We Need. It Does Not Take Much. We Are Very Eager. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please.'
And in top of that? Danny on the beach? He wants! He would like. Yes please! Please take him on holiday?
Also, the note? Is that what it says? we... We needed power! For a protective spell! We were tryin ta do it right! 😭😭😭
Danny just like. You know me. It's ok. Just.... Ask normally. I can read English. It's ok.
Come on Hawaii here we come!
Just kidnaps him. Because he clearly needs a break. And he could use one too.
There's lots of John blushing so much he looks like he has heat stroke. Which of course means Danny sticks close. Because he can cool him down! Making the blush worse.
John eventually blurts out that he heard the stars look nice here? And maybe they could watch them?
Danny being all big dog bouncy excite. Which is cute as anything. And John is definitely fucked.
Danny is very pleased he can look after his (crush) Friend! It's nice! Good! He gets to hug him to cool him down. It's nice. And he wants to do star viewing! Awesome!
Just. Two idiots being infatuated in the most painfully obvious way and not getting their shit together. Much to amusement/dismay of onlookers.
D'you think Danny'll be very mad when he finds out Dani and Clockwork have been monitoring their date this whole time, ready to throw confetti if or when they kiss?
Danny will be embarrassed and annoyed. But not truly angry. He gets it. He would too. Ellie gets her mischief from him after all. He will chase Ellie around after finding out though. It's tradition at this point. Then they will tussle.
But the worst part is probably that Ellie got sick of waiting. She gave up on letting them fumble, ripped open a portal. Looked Danny dead in the eyes. And point blank told him to kiss the man. So Danny can't even say he got his shit together on his own. She is going to be insufferable.
Clockwork seeing what she wants to do and just sitting in her.
Clockwork: Now now Princess. I have favours rising on this. As do the Justice League. Let it play out.
Ellie: Noooo! They are so hopeless! Come on! Can we at least set the mood? Make it rain a bit? So they have to rush back? Adrenaline plus wet short right? C'mon!!!!!
Clockwork: We are not letting Vortex play with the weather for this. You could however... Perhaps ensure John's room gets.. Damaged. And ensure the other rooms are taken?
Ellie: Yes! Only one bed! Perfect! I'll get right on that!
And Ellie goes off to flood John's room. And buy up all the spares for the week. She knows plenty people who would love a week in Hawaii!
Danny woke up groggily. Someone was knocking on the door? At... 2 am? Eh well. He opened the door in his hastily worn shorts to see a dripping wet John. Oh. Oh no.
Danny: Are you ok? Come in! What happened?
John was not going to lie. The sight of Danny sleep rumpled was damned attractive. What he wouldn't give for that to be a thing he saw more often.
John: Water pipe burst. Was um.. Hoping I could crash on your floor for the night?
Danny rolled his eyes fondly.
Danny: Don't be daft. Beds big enough for two! I'm not making you sleep on the floor! And you should get a shower too. Do have any dry clothes? Or should I grab some for you?
John: um. I have boxers. If I could grab a shirt?
Danny: Yeah! That's fine by me! I'll grab my smallest. Sorry, it's probably going to drown you a bit.
John laughed a bit. It really was.
John: I'm probably gonna look like a fucking kid wearing their Dad's clothes!
Danny.. Didn't quite agree. He thought this was going to be an exercise in self control to be honest. But he nodded anyway. No need to give that away right?
Danny: Being fair. An actual child would have no hope of wearing my clothes! If I ever had kids they'll have to make do with my sister's!
Danny grabbed a shirt and handed it over, getting a thankful smile on response. And then had to deal with the fact the guy he wanted to date was now showering. In his room. And about to be wearing his clothes. And sharing a bed.
Danny: Fuck!
John was having a similar issue in the shower. He really liked how kind of was of Danny to let him crash here for the night. But... It was gonna be a struggle. Once he was clean and dry he pulled on his boxers and the shirt. Looking in the mirror was, interesting. It fell off is shoulder just a bit. And only covered him down to about mid thigh. It kinda, looked like a morning after outfit. Which... John could use that right?
If he played his cards right anyway? He definitely could. Just make his hair a bit more messy? Go for the bitten lips look or no? Hmm. Options. He urged at the shirt so it pulled more off the shoulder and rubbed at his lips hard. Right! He could do this! He was John fucking Constantine. He could seduce the mountain of a man outside!
He walked out, leaving the light on in the bathroom. To be could see well enough. And he saw the look of attraction cross Danny's face. Perfect. Got him!
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Ellie: Oh my Ancients no! Turn off the screen! Turn off the screen!!!!! It worked! But no!
Clockwork tackled as Ellie dove for the door to get away from seeing John seduce her brother. Ahh. What a wonderful reaction. Still. He had bets to collect on. With proof even. Not that he would let anyone see past the kiss. Even he wasn't that much of a voyeur. No matter what Ellie was saying.
Just A Small Morsel, Please Sir AU AKA Constantine Would Like to Disappear Please
Batman is about to go toe to toe with another god, and he needs armor that will prevent another "lost in the time stream" incident.
So he consults JLD.
The decide that if he has a piece of a really, really powerful entity, then that entity's powers should think that they're protecting the entity and in turn, protect Bruce.
So Constantine draws a summoning circle, and is bullied into making an actual good offering to the being the circle is supposed to summon. They include a note; it's written in an old, ancient language, but with JLD working together they figure out roughly what it says; something about requesting a piece of the most powerful being's belongings to grant them protection.
Thus, the ritual begins! The lights dim; cold green fog emanates from the summoning circle, the feeling of dread almost overwhelms the lessor experienced.
And then in the middle of John's chant, the ritual is forcibly stopped from the other side.
The offerings remain.
A single note floats down on top of the pile.
'I'm uh...flattered? But like, it's kinda weird to ask for someone's hair. Gonna have to turn this one down, sorry. No kinkshaming, though! I also won't tell anyone else what that kink is, Constantine, don't worry; I got ur back.
Anyways stop the creepy hitting on me.
Danny'
Apparently, JLD had not correctly translated the language.
It's direct Translation, once they had that key provided to them by Danny, which once they got that they were able to figure out that one key letter was not what they thought, was more along the lines of;
'Oh Great High King, We Request A Small Parcel, A Small Snippet, Of Your Luxurious Hair. Just For A Little Bit. We Need To Use It For Personal Reasons. Just A Small Morsel. Thank You For Being Pretty. And Amazing. We Just Want A Small Piece. That Is All We Need. It Does Not Take Much. We Are Very Eager. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please.'
Needless to say, multiple heroes have to stop Constantine from trying to throw himself out of an airlock.
OWW MY BACK IS IN PAIN AND THE QUALITY IS SHIT DUE TO THE QUALITY OF MY PHONE + I BUSTED MY ASS LEARNING HOW TO USE ALIGHT MOTION BUT THE ANIMATION IS DONE HOLY SHIT
What's Your Cookie Run Destiny? A Zodiac-Inspired Character Creator!
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Taurus Moon: "Earthly Resilience": Provides healing over time and increased defense.
Gemini Moon: "Chatty Charmer": Confuses enemies with witty banter, reducing their attack.
Cancer Moon: "Protective Shell": Creates a shield for the team, absorbing damage.
Leo Moon: "Roaring Courage": Boosts team morale, increasing attack and critical hit chance.
Virgo Moon: "Strategic Analysis": Identifies enemy weaknesses and increases damage dealt to them.
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Capricorn Moon: "Unyielding Will": Briefly becomes immune to all damage and status effects.
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I'm in the mood for chaos and I was making up DND characters for oc Characters of mine that I'm never going to use when I randomly started thinking about Pokemon. And this thought appeared...
Was reading a ebook I got on Greek gods and saw this
(Book is titled
"Treasury of Greek Mythology Classic Stories of Gods, Goddesses, Heroes Monsters")
The last paragraph to be precise and what caught my attention was the description so I searched it and found this description matches something called a club foot, explaining Hephaestus limp
Today, Narrator tried (and failed for the 7th time) to locate the door Stanley had walked through. He looked everywhere, even braving the room past the Zen Room, but no luck.
