#constantine dad au

[bluboothalassophile]

Lol saw some angst request for jayrae. And I’m just looking for fluff. So maybe some awkward teenage fluff for jayrae. Bonus if you can throw in Batfam meddling

Hello,

I reverse Uno Card you for Awkward Constantine Dad AU, because that a awkward teenagery as I can get.

Blink...

Constantine was not a particularly strict father, he didn’t want to make his daughter’s miserable, after all they were his daughters, and they were the girls who relied on him to be there for them. Also, out of sheer fucking spite he wouldn’t be like the cunt of a father he had had. He would not ever let his daughters feel bad about their existences, he just wouldn’t. He loved them too fucking much to ever do that to them.

However he was aware that all he had to do right now was say no, and the problem would go away.

Temporarily, but it would be gone.

On the other hand, if he said no then he would be facing a heartbroken demon, and the demon wasn’t like Zatanna or Amy, or any of the other girls. The demon was actually responsible which was saying something, because the others were not.

However, she was his little girl, and he wasn’t particularly fond of the idea that she might have to suffer a heartbreak. But then again, she wasn’t a foolish daughter, which was important to understand for him because he didn’t want to have her suffering. She wasn’t frivolous about boys like Zatanna was; that was going to bite Zatanna on the ass one day, of that he was certain. No matter, it wasn’t something he’d have to worry about with Raven.

And looking at his seventeen year old daughter asking him to let her go to a dinner and the movies with Jason Todd; her best friend, and their first date, was overwhelming. When did she stop being eight years old!? And when did she grow up!? Constantine wanted to know, he really wanted to know because he couldn’t believe he had missed this as she stood there in a dress and leggings, looking ready to run out on him and go have a wonderful night. Worse yet, Constantine couldn’t say no because he didn’t know Jason; he did know Jason, and Jason was a terrific lad.

Sighing he rubbed his brow as he looked at his daughter.

“Yes, you can go on the date, but you’ll be home by ten thirty; not a minute later.”

“Midnight!”

“Ten-forty-five,” he countered.

“Eleven thirty!”

“Eleven!”

“DEAL!” she shouted and she ran out of the house before he could see that she had duped him. He wasn’t an idiot, he was aware she had just duped him into letting her go out on the date with the actual time she wanted to returning. Sighing he shook his head as he watched her go.

“They grow up so fast,” Zed sighed as she appeared at his side.

“When the hell did she get to seventeen!?” he asked tiredly.

“Somewhere when we weren’t looking.”

“I can’t believe I missed her being seventeen,” he confessed.

“She was always going to grow up, Constantine,” she pointed out.

“Yeah, but I didn’t think it’d be so soon,” he protested.

She shook her head and kissed his cheek as she walked away.

[squiddybeifong]

Dad Jokes

✨Magic Foster Fam✨

--

Holding onto Constantine’s hand, Raven practically skipped into the nursing home, her other arm full of freshly picked flowers. She had nodded to the Brit and taken off, eagerly following the signs to the dining room.

One thing that she knew without a shadow of a doubt was, whenever there was a haunting, the being was weakened if the life it clung to wasn’t scared. “Panic feeds hauntings,” Zatanna had warned earlier that week, pressing a kiss to her forehead as she and Dad had left, “Be sure to stay calm and light and everything will be fine.”

And what better way to stay calm and light than having flowers?

Twenty three minutes and two floors later thirteen wheelchairs were carefully woven with daisies and clumps of baby’s breath and nine nursing aids held violets, the long stems pinned to their clipboards.

Raven blinked as she bounded up to a man with a cast on his foot, the plaster as white as his thinning hair. He stared out at the cooing pigeons just outside the window, his wrinkled fingertips rubbing against the worn copper of the bird cage against the wall. He turned and looked down at the little demoness when she came up to him, her sapphire eyes bright as she asked, “Do you want a flower? I have a few violets and lots of daisies left!”

His sunken eyes were warm but he shook his head, “None for me, little missy. The pollen’ll mess with my allergies.”

Against what she knew to be her best manners, a pout started to slide onto her face. Well, that wouldn’t do at all. Taking in the man’s tired features and the half-eaten tray of foot on the table, the girl decided on a different tactic.

She leaned and pointed to the empty bird cage, “You know, you should put your biscuits in there.”

“Hmm?” His bushy brows perked up at her words, “And why’s that?”

“Because it’s dangerous for them to be out free on the tray like that.”

A saggy cheek twitched in amusement. He just barely noticed as a nursing aid rounded the corner, her brows jumping at the girl’s presence. Still, the kid was a mood brightener so he decided to play along, “Well I’ll be. Guess you can earn something new every day, even when you’re as old as me.”

He opened the cage as Raven wrapped the biscuits in a napkin, carefully balancing them on the ledge where the water used to be. Careful not to disturb the biscuits, she inched back and shut the cage’s door. She turned to the old man, beaming, “You gotta make sure they don’t get out. They’re delicate.”

“Really?”

Humming sagely, the mystic looked around and reached up on the tips of her toes, her sneakers squeaking as she stage whispered, “Don’t tell anyone I told you, but these little guys are super rare. Can only get them in certain situations.”

A nursing aid tilted her head towards them, her brows furrowing. “What do you mean?”

Keeping a hand physically on the old man’s wrist, the demoness said, “It’s hard to find multiples of them out and about.” She looked at the wheelchair-bound man again, “Mainly since they’re all bread in captivity.”

The man blinked, his lips curling before a belly-laugh slowly filled the air, the sound more of a cackle as the old man wheezed out. The nursing aid turned away from them, trying and failing to contain her giggles behind her clipboard. Grinning widely, the girl tapped the man on his knuckles once and dashed away before the woman could admonish her.

A few steps past the door she realized her mistake and sprinted back, carefully yet quickly tucking a clump of baby’s breaths into her scrubs’ pockets.

The woman winked and Raven was off, just barely keeping herself completely on the ground.

--

As it turns out, jokes are great for keeping spirits up.

Raven blinked and rested her weight against the railing. She tried to keep a straight face in the face of the head nurse, but her giddiness was shining through. So, she laid her palms on the counter and her chin on top of them, batting her big eyes up.

She tilted her head to the side in mock-confusion, “Why do ducks have feathers?”

The head nurse kept writing her reports, although the corners of her lips quirked up, “I don’t know. Why?”

“To cover their butt quacks!”

She heard a man’s choking laughter in one of the rooms and grinned even wider, her tongue starting to stick out as she laid a daisy on the woman’s keyboard and scampered off.

Raven slid into the escalator, surprised to see her father and half of the holy water.

Constantine looked amused at her blushing cheeks, “Seems like you’ve been keeping everyone cheerful.” He held up the glass bottle, his brows jumping, “These spirits seem to be weaker than when we first arrived.”

The tiny mystic nodded and slipped a daisy into his coat’s pocket, “For luck.”

“Oh?”

She tugged at the hazel fabric, making sure that the petals wouldn’t get crushed by the carton of cigarettes in his pocket, “Flowers. They’re the vest.”

He smirked and ruffled her hair, relishing in her indignant squawk, “You Russian now?”

The door let out a high pitched ding! as it opened. “Hmmph!” Raven’s tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth at the teasing, “Well, then, if you think pronouncing my Bs like Vs makes me sound Russian, then soviet!”

She skipped out of the elevator, trailed by the sounds of her father’s incredulous chuckles.

--

Raven blinked at the ghost, keeping all the emotion off her face as she noticed Constantine silently scribbling a binding spell near the doorway. Her pale fingers fiddled with the last daisy in her possession as one last quip came to her.

“Hey, mister specter? Did you wanna hear a joke?”

Its sunken face shifted. Whether this spirit was more curious than most or whether the empath’s emotions were stronger in their proximity, Raven didn’t know. What she did know, was that her jokes could really knock ‘em dead.

Which was honestly really bad to say when in a nursing home, but more than acceptable when talking to the supernatural.

She bit her lip, “What do you call a cowboy that’s fallen off his horse?”

Constantine gave her a thumbs up; the rune was carved. The spirit didn’t notice, instead rustling out, “What?”

“An ow-boy.”

A ghostly moan filled the air and she sprinted to her father, easily jumping into his arms and summoning a portal under his feet half a second later.

They both blinked as suddenly the sun was shining in their faces. After a second of silence, broken only by the old man’s birds chirping up above them, John lifted his daughter up and kissed her forehead, “That joke was horrible, Luv.”

Large, sapphire eyes hopefully blinked up at him and he smiled, “Tell me another.”

[bluboothalassophile]

Hello, it’s my birthday! How do you think dad Constantine and canon Constantine react to meeting each other? Have a nice day😊

Hello,

Happy Be Lated Birthday! I am so sorry this is late, it took a little time, and I’ve been a bit busy to write lately. But I do hope you enjoy the story! =) And Best Wishes for Your New Year In Life! May it be great and fun and a hell of an adventure!

You Have How Many Daughters?

Why did this shit always happen to him?

It would’ve been one thing if it was someone else; but why was it always him? Was there no one else the universe loved to fuck over? Was there some flashing neon red sign screaming ‘Please Fuck Me!’? Constantine wondered this as he crept through his house, not entirely certain as to what had happened, but knowing it was a spell gone wrong; bloody amateurs they had fucked with the wrong ingredients and he didn’t know what had happened but it had happened, and now he was here.

In a weird alternate version of his house!

And it was really crazy!

What the hell was this!? A brothel!?

“Don’t mess with that Traci, we don’t need you going to New York!” a sharp voice stated.

“But!”

“No pequeño!” she stated rounding the corner in a flurry of curls and frustration, he blinked rapidly. “John!? I thought you wouldn’t be back until tomorrow!” Zed smiled, he blinked. “We’ll talk in a bit, I was just taking Amy out with Ace, Raven is on her date with Jason, they went to see 1917, Zatanna is going to be late, she had a Broadway audition, Lilith is in Atlantis, and Traci, Ace, and Alice are all here for now, I’ve locked them out of the rooms they don’t be long in, and Zach’s out with Klarion.”

“Zed?” he whispered, shocked to see her standing there before him.

“Hm?” she hummed as she picked up her purse.

“You’re… you’re alive?” he whispered.

“We gotta go!” a small blonde teen shouted.

“I’ll be right there princesa,” Zed called out over her shoulder. “Are you alright John, you don’t look too good,” she said reaching out to touch his brow.

“I… you’re alive,” he whispered.

“Yes…” she drawled out.

“The cancer…”

“Raven healed that, John, you know this,” Zed said.

“Raven?”

“Raven, you know, our daughter,” Zed said. “The favorite child, stands about this tall, black hair, violet eyes, kicks ass with magic and shadows, demi demon; who you adopted.”

“I… Raven Roth?” he sputtered remembering the young witch on the Titan’s team.

“I don’t know a Raven Roth.”

“We gotta go!” the blonde shouted again.

“I’m going to go lay your father down sweetie, loco gringo is falling apart,” she muttered as she looped her arm with Constantine’s. He was so shocked that she was here, she was alive he couldn’t wrap his head around that. He had watched Zed die, in a hospital three weeks ago, held her hand as she had gone too. He had wept for Death to leave her and take him instead, but that hadn’t happened. Now she was here, it was too much.

“Dad,” a small voice croaked out and large dark eyes peered at him.

“You father isn’t feeling well Ace, I’m taking him to bed,” Zed said.

“That’s what she said!” came a loud laugh.

“Not the time Alice!” Zed shouted.

“Yes mom.”

“Call Raven, ask if she can come home early and take Amy to the store, your father appears a bit ill,” Zed shouted.

“Yes mom,” came the sigh.

“And Call Luci!” she shouted.

“Luci?” he muttered.

“Luci will help with whatever spell you did wrong now,” she sighed.

“Zed, love I’ve done it!” came a voice too similar to his own; he knew that madness, even if he didn’t see the bastard. The smug bastard rounded the corner with a mad grin and his hair a disheveled mess. “Who the Bloody Hell Are You And Why Are You Touching My Wife!” the man shouted.

“John!?” Zed sputtered dropping his arm and stepping away in utter confusion as the other Constantine grabbed Zed and pulled her close. Constantine fell back; he couldn’t take it anymore!

~~~*~*~*~~~

John watched the other Constantine fall back in a dead faint, felt his wife slap his shoulder.

“We should move him,” Zed said after she was done checking to make sure they hadn’t killed the other him.

“Fine!” he groaned. “You get his legs and I’ll get his nose,” he muttered, between the two of them they managed to get the other John in his room and they dropped him on the bed.

“Raven will be here soon, perhaps she can tell us what the hell is going on!” Zed huffed as she lifted the other hims’ leg onto the bed.

“I’m here,” Raven said walking out of the shadows. “What’s the emergency… oh.” She blinked as the other Constantine was finally coming around.

“Where the bloody hell am I? Weirdest bender I’ve been on,” the other muttered.

“Well, not weird enough, and keep your hands to yourself, bastard!” John spat out as the other Constantine came around. The other Constantine looked between him and Zed then Raven, then back to Zed.

“I… you…” he started.

“Very alive,” Zed huffed out. Folding her arms she looked at him, John wanted to kiss Zed then; though their marriage was new and tentative their partnership was old and reliable.

“I…” Constantine looked around.

“Give us a minute,” Constantine ordered Zed and Raven, both the women were quick to nod and leave.

“This isn’t possible,” Constantine murmured sitting up.

“What? Us, slightly happy and sane?” John asked pulling a smoke and handing it to the other Constantine.

“Yes.”

“I would have agreed, about a decade ago,” he said as he light his cigarette.

“What happened?”

“Got a demi-demon for a daughter and had to stop feeling sorry for myself,” Constantine shrugged. “Found Raven when I was going to go free Astra,” he admitted.

“So…”

“So stop feeling sorry for yourself, pull your head out of your ass, and whatever you’re doing on your Earth, fix it to what you want!” Constantine ordered.

“No sympathy for a bloke when he’s down?”

“No. I have too many daughters and a Devil wandering in an out of my life to have sympathy for anyone other than the girls,” Constantine said.

“She’s alive here.”

“Rae would never let her die,” John shrugged.

[bluboothalassophile]

In the comics John Constantine has a daughter with a demon, do you think she would ever cross paths with raven or Zed in the Constantine Dad Au?

Hello,

I love the way you think! So here’s some more of the Constantine Dad AU would Maria Constantine!...

The Hells of Daughters...

John Constantine supposed he was cursed. He had to be.

He had turned into the Magic version of Bruce Fucking Wayne! But with daughters instead of sons.

It was enough to have him wanting to beat his head against a rock.

Zatanna, Raven, Zachary, Lori, Lilith, Klarion, Amy, and Traci; it was amazing he hadn’t gone in-bloody-sane! Zatanna was his forever drama queen, she would live to make, create, unleash, and revel in fucking drama; there were times he wanted to throttle her for it. Raven was his favorite; he would die before admitting it, but the demoness was his easiest child ever, she just got it. Zach was a pain in the ass, but a good lad all the same; a bit resentful of Zatanna. Lori redefined Emo/Goth cliché; it was not Raven who was his dark one, it was Lori; though she was a great kid once people got past her attitude. Lilith was his nightmare; he would actually pay lads to stay away from her; but it was hard, literally, she was like a cat in heat, it was maddening, and Zed would let Lilith push all sorts of boundaries! Klarion; who Constantine was still trying to remember adopting; happened to be a devious brat and ingenious at riling up all his sisters, and that damn cat! Amy was a princess, a darling little princess, she was fierce and sweet; she had wacked a demon with her wooden sword the other day when the house was under attack. And Traci, darling, sweet, pain in the ass Traci was going to make his hair white before she even hit puberty; he knew she’d finish him off if her sisters didn’t beat her to the task.

And though Constantine loved all his daughters; he did, he’d trade Bruce for his sons in a heartbeat if only to have a minute of peace.

Daughters were exhausting, and B had no idea how much more hazardous and troublesome the lasses were to the lads; B’s only daughter was a bloody angel. All of Constantine’s; minus Raven; were demonesses from Hell; Raven was an angel, there was irony in there.

Which brought him to today as he was all alone, minus Raven who was getting ready for a night out with Jason, Roy, Garth, and Victor Stone. It was a peaceful night too, Zed had taken the girls off to the cinema. There was a knock on the door, which had him sighing as he dropped his current spell book; he had been working on a way to track demons more reliably; Maze had offered her services to see if he could find it. Mazikeen and Lucifer were currently on their hundredth honeymoon, after having been remarried by a Wonder Woman impersonator in Vegas; again, and they had fucked the Wonder Woman impersonator. Sounded like a grand time.

“I got it!” Raven said as she came from within the House of Mystery, he followed his daughter. She was fifteen, he marveled at how quickly she was growing. “I got it dad,” she promised.

“If it’s your lad I’d like to meet him,” John promised.

“It’s not Jay, I’m going to the Manor,” she said as she grabbed her coat.

“Ah, but I still want to meet him,” he promised.

“You know Jay, and Dick,” she pointed out.

“You will not distract me because your sister is on a date,” he warned.

“Why don’t you want to meet Zee’s boyfriend?” Raven asked.

“Because the wanker is a boy toy in love with an older woman, it’ll never last. Besides, if he breaks her heart I’ll send him to hell, he knows it, so we are good.”

“And what do you think you’ll do to Jason!?” Raven sputtered.

“Nothing, lad’s not foolish enough to harm you,” Constantine mused.

“Glad you have faith in my best friend.”

“Of course dear,” he chuckled as they opened the door to the House of Mystery, it revealed a teen, about Rae’s age, blonde a brown eye and a blue eye, she had boxish features, and sharp eyes, she was lean, and rather muscular and gymnast looking.

“Can I help you?” he asked.

She shoved her blonde hair back.

“I’m here to kill you,” she stated.

“Well, if you’re here to do that, then it’d be polite to introduce yourself,” Raven snapped as she folded her arms. He smirked at his petite daughter’s attitude.

“Maria Constantine,” was the reply as her fingers lit with fire and Raven slammed the door shut, he grabbed Raven just as it was blown open.

“Bloody Hell!” he yelped as they flew over the railing and for the gears of the House of Mystery, he wrapped tightly around Raven to prevent her from being harmed. His daughter grunted from the impact, he shoved her off him and away, looking up to see two of the blonde. “I don’t know a Maria Constantine!” he snapped.

“Mother said that,” Maria said dryly as she walked down the stairs. “But I don’t care, I’m here to kill you!”

“And what relation are we?” he groaned as he rolled to his feet, he wavered, seeing Rae still dazed a bit as she lay there moaning in pain.

“I’m surprised you don’t see the immediate resemblance; Dad,” she sneered.

He looked at Raven who was up, and he looked at the demoness as she prowled forward. Raven nodded as she dropped into the shadows then.

“Who was your mum?” he asked.

“Rosacarnis, Daughter of Nergal,” she stated.

“Oh, how’s your mum?” he asked.

“Dead! Because of you!” she screeched, more fire came hurling from her fingers as he dove out the way, evading what would be a nasty burn.

“Enough!” Raven shouted, he watched the shadows come to life and he hurled a few defense spells as stray magic started flying around.

What the bloody hell!?

[bluboothalassophile]

Hello I know that john has a big family and is already wanting to hit himself with a sharp rock but I put this to you; black ace from the justice league animated series , thank you

Hello,

John Constantine and his many daughters will always be an amusement to me as they all do a daughter’s true duty and give him grey hair and heart attacks! MWAHAHAHAHAHA! And here we shall add in another:

Royal Flush

John was having troubles wrangling his daughters; seriously, how were the demons his good children!? The demons should be his two biggest troublemakers, but No, not ever. Ever since Maria’s existence had become known to him and Zed they had worked hard with working the girl through her more demonic issues. They were very similar to Raven’s baser issues and Raven was good help for Maria. It helped that Raven proved to be far more dangerous than Maria and it had Maria sort of deferring to Raven as a figure head to follow. Demons followed power, and whoever was more dangerous, Raven was both more powerful and more dangerous than anyone else in the Constantine home.

Which was why he was holding Traci’s arm to keep his daughter at his side as they stared at one of the most complex illusions he had seen other than Raven’s or Zatanna’s. Traci stared at it in awe.

Today he had brought Traci because her magic skillset was Urban Magic, and the League had mentioned that this problem was in New York City, which would be a good training mission for Traci. Raven was also here, but Raven was usually his sidekick, but today she was merely the container for this magic. She was also handling the Royal Flush Gang with Jason’s help.

Constantine had grabbed Traci though before she could rush forward into the illusion, there was something wondrously ominous about it.

He wouldn’t allow Traci in there.

“Wait,” he hissed holding his younger child still. Unlike Bruce and Oliver he didn’t like his children running into missions that actually were dangerous. He didn’t like this which had him calling over Raven. Raven materialized beside him, and smiled at her younger sister.

“Traci will help keep the perimeter, you’re coming with me,” he said.

“DAD!” Traci whined.

“No,” he said firmly looking at the illusion. Raven was a demon, she was born battle hardened, and she was level in a fight. Unlike his thirteen year old who would do something brash, and her skillset now looked more promising for keeping the perimeter and keeping everyone out of his way. Raven said nothing in protest, merely nodding, and Traci grumbled as she stalked off to help with the perimeter.

“Raven,” he said.

“She’s in there, she’s scared, very scared,” she said. “I don’t sense much magic.”

“I don’t sense any,” he muttered.

“We’ll be careful,” Raven said as she walked with him into the illusion. The chaos outside was gone the moment they walked in and there was this sense of serenity. Raven stiffened a bit before she hurried ahead of him.

It didn’t take them long to hurry through the illusion, neither felt it safe to use magic freely here. Eventually they came to the clearing where there sat a very petite figure, Constantine stiffened at the pain and sorrow this girl radiated. Raven flinched, but he held up a hand to keep his daughter here while he approached. Constantine’s empath skills were not on par with his demon daughter’s, but even he could feel what this girl was projecting.

The girl, she was smaller than Raven, and he saw many similar features between her and his daughters when he found them. Shoving his hands in his pockets he stood before her, she sat tiredly and with a massive frown on her face. She had the saddest eyes, so horribly sad for her young face.

“You’re here to take me back,” the girl said.

“Not particularly,” he said flicking his cigarette aside as he watched her on the swing. Bloody hell, had this little girl never been a girl?

“Did you like my new Royal Flush Gang?” she asked; he deduced the girl could not be more than ten or nine at the most.

“Can’t say I had the pleasure love,” he admitted. That seemed to have her attention as she looked at him for the first time. He was a bit unnerved at the pain he saw in her eyes.

“You’re here to kill me?” she asked uncertainly.

“Well, that is entirely dependent upon you love,” he admitted going to take a seat in the other swing, Raven walked closer to them. “But honestly, I’d prefer not to kill a little girl.”

“You’re here to take me back.”

“I don’t work for Waller, I would sooner fuck Trigon,” he warned her. “But you must know this isn’t right, love.”

“You think you are different from them?” the little girl sneered. “You just say you want to help,” she decided. “But everyone only wants what I can give them. No one wants to play with me.”

“And that’s exhausting,” Raven stated standing there, now the little girl stopped swinging as if noticing Raven for the first time. “But we are not here for your power, we are here for you. You are hurting people because you hurt, it isn’t right.”

“It’s not like you could ever understand.”

“I believe that is where you are wrong,” Constantine stated looking at the little girl. “We are not here for your power, we are here for you and what you want to do. But you have power and you will need to learn to control it, lass. If only for your sake. If you want help, you can ask the yoga pants rejects club, they are bound to help you.”

“He means the Justice League,” Raven scoffed, he smiled.

“I…”

“Or you can stay with us,” Constantine said as Raven let her own natural power show, which had the little girl’s eyes going wide in awe.

“You’re like me!” she smiled.

“We’re something like you,” Constantine said. “I’m Constantine, that’s my daughter Raven.”

“Oh. You wouldn’t want me? No one ever wants me. Everyone is afraid of me.” She mumbled miserably.

“We don’t do fear in our family,” Raven stated.

“Besides, we’re a sight better than the options outside of this illusion,” Constantine said. “You’d be free, lass, with family, and other children to play with, you can even learn your powers. You don’t have to be just your powers.”

The little girl seemed to mull it over in her head before she nodded, standing from her swing, Constantine reached over and picked her up. “Rae, the illusion, I don’t think she can end it on her own,” he admitted as he felt the tiny body in his arms quivering at the strain of exerting her powers so long.

“Of course,” Raven nodded her abilities already working to dissipate the illusion as they walked out for where the League awaited them.

“What’s your name love?” he asked.

“Everyone calls me Ace,” she yawned as she curled her hand into the lapel of his battered trench coat.

Looked like Ace was coming home with them.

[bluboothalassophile]

bluu!! hello, hm, i was thinking, if possible, if you want, i was thinking about an episode/story of young justice with raven (being constantine's daughter), and came a scene were slade sees (somehow) and realizes that she resemble with arella, and keeps between take her with him or call arella, to come for raven, or your personal touch, blu's plots,what did you think? it's worth it?

Hello,

Sorry this took so long, I hope you enjoy! =)

Fallen Angels…

Slade Wilson was not a man who loved.

Well, that wasn’t true, he wasn’t a man who had success withlove. That would be a better clarification.

But right now he stared at the defiant blue eyes of aforgotten love, when everything was young and simple, as she glared at himwhilst standing over that half dead Englishman.

The girl was maybe, at most, thirteen, and she stood theretrembling in the rain, her black hair was long, in a loose braid, her largegold earrings were a gift from him to her mother, and in this light… he couldsee every trace of his lost love in her face. Holy fuck…

Arella had had a fucking kid!

She shook in the cold and wet, and Slade could only stare ather.

The others were inconsequential. Strewn about the room andhis target was guarded by this thirteen year old who was a dead ringer for hislost fiancée.

“It’s not possible,” he whispered, more to himself than her.His gun trembled in his hand, those eyes of hers never wavered.

“You don’t get to hurt my dad,” her voice was graveled,coming into that smoky tone that Angela had possessed. The voice designed forstraight up sex, he knew it well because of the many nights his lover waspressed against him whispering naughty desires. But to hear it from this girlhad him lowering his weapon.

“Who’s your mother, girl?” he demanded. He ached to know, toconfirm what he was seeing.

“Does it bloody matter?” Constantine huffed, defiantly pushinghimself to his feet to stagger a bit. Slade would’ve been impressed had hisfocus not been entirely focused on the child.

“It matters,” Slade said softly.

“My mother’s name was Arella Roth,” the girl stated. “Shewas the forced bride of Trigon.”

He lowered the gun then as he stared at the girl, becausenow he couldn’t hurt her. That ridiculous name that cult had given his angel wasseared into his mind because it was befitting and demeaning. Arella. His Angela.His angel. His love. This was her daughter, and he could only stare at her inboth awe and horror at her existence.

“And where is your mother?” Slade asked lowly, dread poolingin his gut.

“Dead.”

He ran then, ran from the child, and his target. He took tothe Gotham rooftops fast enough as he ran. He couldn’t take it, couldn’t takethe thought!

Years ago he had met Angela in a bookshop she was workingin. She was a witch of minor powers, beautiful, bewitching, and his hands full withthree kids, she was a godsend at times. He staggered finally, collapsingagainst an old water tank as the first sob racked his body and had him sagging.

Dead.

His beloved angel dead. God above was there no reprieve inthis world!? He had thought she had run off, run away from that cult he hadbeen trying to pry her from…

~~~*~*~*~~~

Bruce found Deathstroke soaked and in an ancient church graveyardpropped against an angel’s statue. The rain was misting now, and light, but theanguish the assassin was radiating was almost crushing.

“Here to take me in, Bats?” Slade sneered.

“She’s a good girl,” Bruce said softly. He didn’t knowAngela Roth, she was a missing persons file at the GCPD though, and her sisterwas still looking for her. The case had stuck with Bruce though because Angelawas listed as a possible runaway and tied with a satanic cult called the Churchof Blood, she was also wanted in the murder of Sebastian Blood and a Jane Doe.

“Saw a fucking ghost,” Slade muttered. Now Bruce noticed thebottle of Jack Daniels grasped limply in Slade’s fingers. “Looks just likeAngela,” Slade said, his head falling back.

“And who was she to you?” Bruce sneered. He knew Slade’s profile,a sociopath with no empathy or emotions, survivor, killer, not a man who wascapable of loving his own children. Grant was a killer sociopath like Slade. Josephwas a functioning mute who was trying to be good. Rose, at best, was an antihero,at worst, she was probably a more emotionally volatile female version of herfather.

“It shouldn’t matter Bats, but it meant everything,” Sladegrumbled. “She meant everything.”

“You were not mentioned in the reports.”

“I wouldn’t have been, but Angela and I… we were going toget married.” Slade whispered. There was a sardonic smile on his lips then. “Iloved her Bats. My angel, my saving grace, and she’s fucking dead!”

[bluboothalassophile]

Mischief Managed!

@bookaholicpt, who’s B-Day I neglected; I’m a terrible friend for that, I hope you enjoy the coming antics of a 5 part mini fic for you! Mischief Managed!

Ring the Bell!

Raven was bored, and locked in the Mill House after her last stunt. Zed and Constantine had gone to dinner, Zatanna had a date, and Raven was bored.

Okay, being grounded wasn’t the worst thing that could’ve come about from her particular little stunt, but it was boring. Raven’s stunt, which had landed her in the firmly grounded zone was her summoning an archangel to be her sparring partner; which had caused a minor tear in the fabrics of reality, but after what had happened with Spectre she felt she had the right to learn all she could. Just maybe next time she didn’t summon Lucifer with Constantine knowing.

Sighing she heard her phone ring which had her looking at the caller ID before answering.

“Hello,” she answered.

“You done being grounded into the next century?” a voice demanded.

“Nope, I am currently sealed in the Mill House.”

“Damn, that sucks,” Jason said sympathetically.

“Dad said ‘No bloody magic until I learn some bloody restraint!’, and then he stormed out all dramatically.”

“Well, that sucks.”

“You?”

“Oh I’m benched because of the training mishap at the mountain with Halo, but B and I are talking again,” Jason said.

“That’s good,” she agreed.

“Mmm, hey wanna summon me over and we can explore the Mill House?” Jason offered.

Raven pondered the temptations, the pros and cons of having Jason over. Overall, for a non-magic human Jay was the best friend she could ever ask for, and he was chill. Also, he wasn’t likely to help her find more trouble as he was currently in two casts; his arm and leg, so trouble to be had would be out on principle. Besides, Constantine liked Jay, and Jay wasn’t company that her father said no to.

“Sure, gimme a few and you’ll be here!” she smiled hanging up the phone as she threw her legs over the edge of the couch and she went about collecting what she’d need to summon him here. Working quickly she thought of a way to mask her magic signature from her dad, and decided the best course of action was the cat collar with a bell on it, it probably belonged to some witch Constantine had banged before Zed had put a stop to that. Wrapping the cat collar around her wrist; feeling it’s chaotic magic swirling Raven snapped her fingers as all the candles lit, pulled a ceremonial knife as she hopped into the air, folding her legs. Slitting her palm she held out the collared hand as she allowed the blood to drop into the summons, her mind was focused heavily on Jason as she whispered his name and then there was a blinding flash of light.

“Well… that’s a hell of a way to travel,” her friend announced, and Raven smiled as she hopped down to walk over to Jason’s chair, the collar clattering on the ground. Her wheelchair bound friend grinned at her.

“Heyya little bird,” Jason grinned.

“Now whatever shall we do?” Raven asked draping herself around his chair.

“Exploring!” Jason gleefully announced.

“Sweet!” she agreed, she paused though when there was a lithe furry body winding itself between her ankles, and she looked down then. The tabby cat was purring as it wound its way through her legs, and she blinked at the sight of it.

“Jay?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you have a tabby cat in your room?”

“Uh… maybe, I don’t know, Dami’s been dumping his pets in there saying they’d help heal me. Why?”

“Cause I have a cat here.”

“Leave it, time to explore!” Jason declared, she smiled as she detangled herself from the cat, grabbing Jason’s wheelchair’s handles and cackled as they raced down the hall gleefully. Flicking open a door she grinned as the door boomed open, heavily banging on the wall as the hinges squealed in protest and the endless hallway was revealed.

“Where do we begin?” Jason asked solemnly.

“I have no idea,” Raven admitted; in the six years since Constantine had saved her from Hell, she had never had the desire to explore the Mill House until now. There was an ominous pulse of wind that rushed through her hair and she marched forward, pushing Jason along into the hallway before the door clanged shut behind them and the torches sprung to life.

“Whoa,” Jason whispered.

“It’s impressive,” Raven admitted as they both gave a low whistle and she smiled as she lead them into the abyss of the forbidden hallway. This could be fun and require no magic on her part!

~~~*~*~*~~~

He stepped forward, picking up the collar as he smiled at the familiar he wrapped the bell around. The cat purred loudly as he scooped it up and slid his fingers through it’s soft fur, feeling the heavy weightlessness of the fur as he chuckled at the cat.

“You are a good boy Teekl!” he grinned. Then he looked up to take in his surroundings, noting the heavy magic of Constantine and others.

There was a darker course of magic and he smiled as he walked out of the summoning circle.

“What is this?” he mused picking up a robin’s feather and a raven’s feather, there was a tuff of hair on it. But that wasn’t what interested him, but rather the pulse of powerful magic coiling around the feathers.

“Oh this is going to be fun!” Klarion cackled before he walked deeper into Constantine’s home; as Constantine had been the one to seal him away and now he was free! The bell on Teekl’s collar jangled a bit as they walked and Klarion came to the heavy door, feeling the magic pulsing through the door. Here, this was where the games would begin, he cackled as he opened the door and heard the childish voices of whoever was here.

It wasn’t with any particular plan for fun that had him walking after the voices, but the sense of mischief to come and the chaos that would be fun!

With that in mind he walked forward into the flickering light.

[bluboothalassophile]

(Calling in a favor on this one haha) I’ve been associating “Stay (Faraway, So Close)” by U2 with both Raven & Constantine lately and I’d love to see your interpretation/inspiration you could take from it for ur Dad Constantine AU. Most specifically the line/feeling from the line “stay with demons you drowned/stay with the spirit I found”. Love to hear what you think of the song too. Thanks Blu!

Hello,

Honestly, not a huge fan of the song, but the line you asked me to work with I think worked out rather well. I hope you enjoy!

Spectre…

Constantine looked at his girl and softened as she lay therein the hospital bed; it had been sudden; the attack. Something which no one hadbeen prepared for; least of all, him, and Raven had been with him at the time.It was the Justice League Watch Tower, a place supposed to be safe!

Obviously, he had overestimated the fucking Yoga Pants Club.

He had been talking with his eldest, Zatanna and Dr. Fatewhen it had happened.

The attack was from the Spectre, the enraged ghost had beenmisguided in it’s attack, however, Raven’s soul the price. Constantine didn’tknow how she had done it, but his daughter had torn through that Watch Towerand grappled with the most lethal, and dangerous of beings in their universe,without a thought, attempting to tear the Spectre down.

It was his fault, always his fault, now his baby was here.

Spectre had been directed at him for the murder of some witchor other he’d once been involved with from LA. Problem was, the Spectre never omittedwhen he was wrong, and Raven’s fury, and her unharnessed emotions had nearlytorn the fabrics of reality, even as the Spectre tore her soul apart.

Now she was here, hooked up to a thousand machines, and herheart was beating.

“Oh, baby,” he murmured keeping her hand clasped firmly inhis hands and pressed to his cheek. She was only thirteen, and so tiny. Sotiny, so fragile. He furiously blinked the tears away as a machine made herbreath in this steady abnormal rhythm.

“I’ve contacted Zed,” Deadman said appearing over Rae. Constantinenever took his eyes from his daughter’s struggling body.

“Is she?”

“I can’t find her on this side Constantine,” Deadmanomitted. He nodded, the tears were welling up, blurring his vision. “I’ll askRama Kushna, but I ain’t findin’ her soul over here.”

“Where did the Spectre take it!?” he muttered in frustrationdragging his free hand through his hair. He stared at Raven, who was stillbeing forced to breath, if she didn’t reconnect with her soul soon there’d beno point in these machines, nothing would keep her alive.

“Constantine,” a hand was on his shoulder and he looked upat his eldest. Zatanna smiled a bit; weakly.

“Boston’s here,” was all he said.

“Thank you Boston,” she said and Constantine felt Deadmanleave then. “Bats is here to talk to you, I’ll stay with here.”

“Zed’s coming,” he said, not getting up yet.

“Kay,” the teen nodded. He looked at Raven again, and got upreluctantly.

“I’ll be back luv, don’t worry about a thing,” he murmuredkissing her brow as he forced himself to let her go. Zatanna took his place,and he watched his girls as Zatanna combed Raven’s purple hair back a bit. Hewalked into the hall and saw Bruce there, the Bat gave him a tight nod and heshoved his hands in his pockets.

“How’s she doing?”

“Physically, she’ll heal,” he admitted. “Not having her soulthough, that’ll kill her,” he said.

“This isn’t your fault Constantine,” Bruce started.

“The Hell It Isn’t!” he seethed stepping towards the Bat. “Thatlittle girl in there is my fucking life line, has been since she was eight yearsold! The only reason I am not some bum in a trench coat who every miserableface on this fucking planet dreads running into is because of that little girl.And I will Be DAMNED if My Daughter Goes To Hell, AGAIN, THAT’S MY DAUGHTER!”he screamed it at Bruce. “And she is only here because she is my daughter.”

“We will save her,” Bruce stated firmly.

“Save the bloody fairy tales for your Robins, that girl wasforged in the bowels of hell and all the hellfire in the world couldn’t melther down. But a fucking ghost with her soul can cut her down,” he snapped.

“Constantine, you can’t think this way,” Bruce started.

“Why the fuck not!? This is my bloody reality, and it’s bullocks!Now, unless you have my daughter’s soul trapped in one of this infinite amountof pockets in your utility belt; I am going to go and be with her, because shedoesn’t have much time left if we don’t find her soul, and I refuse to let hereven dare to think she died alone.” Constantine walked back into the room tosee Raven still breathing. Zatanna got up from his seat and he collapsed in itas his daughter summoned another one.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Bruce hated magic, he hated it because he didn’t know how tohelp. His son’s best friend, his friend’s daughter, was laying there utterlyhelpless and he didn’t know how to help because it was magic. He hated magic.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Zed searched wildly for a hint of Raven’s soul as she toreher eyes through all the planes of existence and focused. It was killing her,but she had to find her daughter’s soul; because the Spectre had NO RIGHT tosever that from her daughter. And when she got done with the Spectre she wasgoing to give that ghost a piece of her mind.

But first, she searched through all the possible futures forRaven’s soul; time was not on her side in this matter. Nabu stood behind her asher hands worked each sketch quickly for a hint.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Zatanna bit her lip as she stared at her little sister; wasthis what Dick had meant when she could feel helpless. God above she was such afool, so angry with Nabu for using her father as a host, but now… Now herlittle sister was dying all because no one knew where Raven’s soul was.

Scary to think the little demon wasn’t soulless and neededher soul just like they all did.

She was such a fool. And now Raven could die and she didn’tknow anything about her baby sister! Zatanna wanted to scream at Spectre.