Warnings: some talk of toxic family members, mental illness mentions
Request: Can you write something involving Constantine comforting reader about cutting off a toxic family member?
Notes: yay a request! love requests!
You hadn’t meant to be loud at all, but that one sob escaped you and you knew even before you saw that familiar coat who had heard it. John wandered into the galley of the Waverider and looked curiously at you. He had rarely seen you shed a tear and now you were full on bawling your eyes out. This wouldn’t do, you were his best friend and who knows what else considering everyone on the ship thought you were together. He flipped his coat up and sat down next to you. You sighed and wiped your eyes looking at him.
“Do I have to ask what’s wrong or you just going to tell me?” he asked. You sighed again, rolling your eyes this time.
“I finally did it. I dropped my sister out of my life and I’m going back. I deleted my number from her phone before deleting her number from mine. I can’t take it anymore,” you said, grabbing for the water he offered you.
“Shouldn’t that be something to celebrate? You cut off that asshole, time for a party,” he said, leaning back in his chair. You shook your head. It always seemed so easy for John. His nonchalant, devil-may-care (literally) attitude drove you crazy sometimes. You knew he had a deep heart but times like these he wasn’t good at showing it. He wouldn’t have really cared so he couldn’t understand why you did.
“Its hard to celebrate losing that person. When we were younger my sister was my best friend, the person who always was there for me through everything. Then we got older and she changed. I mean, maybe it was me who changed. I stopped hiding who I was, actually sought help for my anxiety and depression and started setting boundaries. Apparently that’s too much to ask,” you explained. It hurt so much to realize the person who was supposed to support you through everything thought you were too much of a hassle to deal with. John waved a hand.
“She’s not worth your tears anymore, at least only mourn the good memories, don’t give any thought to the person she is now. Just remember the person she was because whoever this person is now is not your sister but a bloody terrible clone,” he said. You looked at him and nodded slowly. That wasn’t half bad advice. “Please you don’t need them, you got me ya?”
“Ya I guess you’re better than nothing,” you said, standing up. John stood up also and you hugged him. He hugged you back and groaned when several other Legends walked into the galley.
“Group hug time?” Ray asked with a smile. John rolled his eyes and waved his hands and the other Legends crowded around you, embracing you and making you realize how great of a family you had fallen into.
Summary: The legends are stranded in a forest, where they don’t know, when they don’t know. As Ray works to fix the WaveRider the other Legends go into hiding to avoid the multitude of bounty hunters on their trail because of their latest team member, the daughter of a time crime lord. Why is there a time crime lord? Because this is Legends of Tomorrow!
Notes: Ah, Constantine coming through with the inspiration. This should be a series, we will see how it goes!
Y/N had only been on the WaveRider for a few months, but she already felt like part of the family. It was a strange dysfunctional family and no one could have imagined them having and Y/N felt right at home among the weirdos, criminals, and people who had once been dead but now were magically alive. She herself, was the daughter of a time crime lord, Captain Dredd, who had a large band of time pirates that ran about stealing things from history, maybe assassinating a do-gooder or two, and just generally causing all kinds of time-related shenanigans to muck up the timeline. Y/N had escaped his ship the last time the Dredd gang had tangled with the Legends and stowed away aboard the WaveRider. When the Legends had found her instead of turning her over to the pirates they welcomed her into the group, what other choice did they have? Send her back and let the pirates turn her into an evil crime lord so they would have a problem with her in the future? It was great, Y/N fit right in with the team, especially with John Constantine. The two seemed bond over a fascination with archaic magic, fine alcohol, and sarcastic witticisms.
“So how many years were you treading water before I came along?” Y/N asked, throwing herself on the couch in the parlor, and setting her legs right on his lap. John sighed. He hated to admit how much he liked anyone in the Legends but he could not stand how much he liked her specifically. Every time he fell for someone it ended badly, except for that one time him kissing Desmond saved the universe, but that still didn’t work out well in the end. So here he was stuck being on this time ship for the moment to track down the Dredd gang with magic and Y/N was here for her protection, leaving him no other option but to deal with her constant presence that he both loved and hated.
“O I’ve been on this bloody ship for 3 years now,” he said, trying to focus on the book of spells he was glancing through. He had picked it up when he heard her coming, hoping she wouldn’t bother him. He should know better, she always had to bother him.
“And you know all kinds of magic?” she asked. He sighed.
“Yes, you know this already, what do you really want?” he asked, finally closing the book and looking at her.
“I was just curious could we…” she never got to finish that thought as suddenly the ship dropped from the temporal zone and into so trees, throwing Y/N across the room, John landing a few feet away her. He popped up, looking around before running to help her stand. “What the hell was that?”
“We just fell out of the temporal zone…” he said, moving to the bridge where everyone else was gathering. Zari groaned looking at her designer jeans ripped in a way that was not fashionable.
“What the hell, I just had Gideon make these!” she whined, leaning on the counsel. “Gideon?”
“Hey Gideon, are you there?” Sara said, moving to the control panel and taping some options. Gideon didn’t power back up. Ray frowned and ran off to find out if he could fix Gideon quick. He came back after a few moments.
“Get off the ship, now!” he said, pushing Nate and Charlie to run and the rest of the group ran off the ship as suddenly a gas started pouring out of the vents. As they got off Ray sealed up the inside and watched as the gas filled the inside of the ship.
“What the hell was that?” Y/N asked, pointing at the ship. Ray sighed.
“It’s a defense mechanism that if anyone were to steal the ship then before it would take off it would spit out a gas to incapacitate them before they left and then we could take over, it malfunctioned when I went to look at ship’s wiring to fix it,” he explained. They groaned. “Should all be dissipated in a couple days…”
“Days?” Ava asked. Ray shrugged.
“If Gideon were around I would have her release the vents but…” he shrugged. The rest of the team sighed and looked around.
“Where are we?” Mick asked, still drinking the beer he had been holding when the ship crashed. He snarled and threw it when he realized it was empty.
“No idea,” Sara said.”
“When are we?”
“No idea.”
“Bloody hell,” Constantine groaned.
“We should find some shelter for tonight, maybe just string some branches together in case it rains,” Sara said, looking around. “Ray, Mick, Nate, Behrad, go start making some treehouses please. Charlie, Zari, Ava, and I will walk around the area and see if we can find a town or something. Constantine, Y/N try to scout the area for water or any food.”
The group split into their groups and headed off in different directions. Y/N followed John into the woods to find water. They walked for a time finding nothing and she finally stopped him, turning to face him.
“Don’t you have a spell or something to like make a river?” she asked. John looked at her clearly annoyed. “Alright, touchy touchy. So why do you think the ship crashed?”
“Probably thanks to your dad and his crew of merry jackarses,” he said, hearing something nearby and grabbing her arm for a second so she would follow him. She took advantage of the moment and took his hand, letting him lead her reluctantly to a stream nearby. He bent down and cupped his hands, taking a drink.
“You sure that’s safe?” she asked. He sighed and looked at her. “O ya, sorry you randomly drink blood sometimes, forgot, creek water should be fine for you.” She walked over next to him and once she saw he didn’t immediately start throwing up she leaned in and got some water for herself.
“I’m pretty sure you’re right about my dad being the one shoot us down,” she said. “Hopefully he lost us for awhile when we fell out of time.”
“Well we found water…” he started, but the sound of a crash made he look back at the way they’d come and they both started running back.
