Demi-demi-Goddess
anonymous asked:
Can I get a ship please? I’m 5’9 I have medium length red hair (but it’s naturally brown), hazel eyes, and I wear glasses. I’m really shy until I get to know someone, once I do I talk a lot, I’m really sarcastic. I love reading, writing, animals, comics (and meet stuff in general), theatre, and cosplay. Because I’m shy I come off as a snob to some people. I’m really caring and also very sympathetic I can read people very well also. I’m really interested in history. Thank you!
Fandom: DC / John Constantine (CW)
Summary: You were just minding your own business when he had to summon you. So really this was his fault.
Pairing: John Constantine
Notes: Shoot it’s been so long that I don’t even remember if I asked what fandom. I’m just going to just say it’s DC and if not I’ll write you another one.
You were just minding your own business. Yes hard to believe, but you really were. Just chilling with your pet reading a book. Totally harmless.
Then this gray smoke started swirling around you.
“Who wants what?” you mumbled looking around confused as it slowly enveloped you.
“Goddess of everliving life we summon you.”
“What up.”
Looking around you were in this… bunker? Cabin? Some rustic building. A man with a trench coat was holding his hands up, obviously, the one who summoned you. Next to him was a middle-aged woman. You recognized her. She was one of those crazy Greek God worshipers that your mom had warned you about.
Yes, your mom was a Greek Goddess. Well, a demigod, daughter of Aphrodite. This meant you were like a Demi-demi goddess. Your mother had worked hard to keep you away from all that cult stuff but with your powers over water and healing it was hard sometimes and a few nuts got through the cracks.
“I have summoned you,” the woman said taking a step forward, “now grant my wish”
“If I do can I go back to my book in peace?”
Both the man and the woman stood there looking at you, another voice behind them started laughing.
“I like her,” a curlly dark-haired girl said walking forward.
“Thanks, I like to be liked”
“Goddess!”
Turning back to the woman who had “summoned you” you sighed. “What?”
“You must do my bidding and spread a plague across the land killing the unfaithful for being nothing but a waste of our natural resources.”
“What what?” the man in the trench and the dark haired girl asked, clearly annoyed.
Turns out the cult woman apparently she had lied to the dude in the trench paying him to summon you saying she had wanted you to cure her cancer.
To say she wasn’t happy with the fact that you a. Weren’t going to do that b. Couldn’t Was an understatement.
But instead, you cured her of her hatred. Pulling it from her body like the plague it was. Then with a simple “see ya” two the other suckers you took the spell that had taken you there back.
And that was that.
Or that was probably what trench man taught until two days later you were back.
“Well, morning’ love,” the man in the trench said as he found you rummaging through his bookcase munching on some chips you had found in his kitchen. He had just come back from a morning smoke, the smell of cigarettes and morning mist on him.
“Don’t mind me, just borrowing a few things.”
“Sure you are.”
“I mean this is kind of your fault,” you said turning around, arms filled with books, “You invited me in and this place is amazing!”
“And why do you need to borrow a book on locating spells?” John asked glancing down at one of the books you were holding.
“I lost something.”
“Clearly, but what?”
“My mom.”
The man sighed rubbing the back of his head looking from you to the book in your hand. Letting out a few curse words he sighed.
“Fine,”
“Huh?”
“I’ll help.”
You stood there for a few moments unsure what to say, then decided not to fight it. After all, if he was powerful enough to summon you he could probably be useful. “Thanks… uhhh.”
“John, John Constantine. Master of the dark arts,” he said it as if you should know, which you clearly didn’t.
“Cool… Y/N… demi-demi-goddess of healing?”
And that was it, the beginning of the endless adventures. The two of you helping people while you looking for your mother and John searched for redemption from his.
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