back again!! hope y'all are doing well <3 another one-shot (that might turn into a pt 2???)
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Batfam x Constantine!Reader (also Lucifer Morningstar x Niece!Reader)
Description: platonic bat shenanigans. reader is the daughter of John Constantine and Zatanna called in by Batman to deal with a...magical problem.
a/n: sooo i kinda just put a bunch of things in a blender and ta-da! so reader is a magic user, daughter of Constantine and Zatanna (think justice league dark vibes) and she's on a team with nightwing (i'm thinking titans, but might switch to yj if i do more with the constantine reader thing). oh yeah and Lucifer Morningstar is also in this (inspired by dc ofc, and the show Lucifer) so yeah! honestly this is just a little for fun thing of some fun characters, nothing serious. still figuring out this writing thing. but enjoy!
disclaimer: i do not own any dc characters mentioned
You sighed as you walked up the steps of Wayne Manor, adjusting the sleeves on your sweater as you went. You had never been to the manor before, only interacting with Batman whenever your dad brought you to the Watchtower (which was pretty much never). You knew Nightwing through the Team of course, but other than that you haven’t met the plethora of other bats that you’ve heard of.
Bats had called you in on a “matter of utmost importance”. He would’ve called your dad, but Constantine was off making deals with devils, as if there weren’t enough in Gotham already. Your affinity for your dad’s magic in combination with your mom’s apparently made you the perfect emergency contact for anything suspiciously magic related happening when your parents were unavailable.
You hesitated briefly as you reached your hand up to pull on the large brass knocker. Taking a deep breath you squared your shoulders and pulled it back, knocking hard on the door before stepping back to wait.
A few seconds later, an older gentleman wearing a suit answered the door.
“You must be Miss Constantine, I am Alfred. Master Bruce told me he was expecting you. Please, come in.” The man smiled warmly, stepping aside to let you walk past him. You smiled back with a small “thanks” before taking in the foyer around you. Large, ornate paintings that probably cost more than the apartment you were renting.
A beautiful mahogany staircase was in front of you, its thick, lush red carpet leading up to the second floor. You stood in quiet awe for a second before turning back to Alfred.
“The manor is beautiful! I love the art.” you smiled genuinely, looking back up at the large paintings.
“Well thank you very much Miss Constantine. Although I must admit the frames are rather difficult to dust.” Alfred chuckles slightly as you laugh back.
“I can only imagine!”
Suddenly you hear footsteps quickly approaching you and turn to be met with a very stern Bruce Wayne, quite the contrast to the playboy persona you saw all over the papers.
“Hey Bats, I heard you had a demon problem?” you nodded up to him.
Before he could even respond you hear a voice from behind him, “Is she here about Damian? ‘Cause it’s about time someone looked at him.”
You look around behind Bruce to be met with a dark-haired man with a tuft of white sticking up from his hair, with a brown leather jacket over his wildly broad frame. You looked up at his eyes, noting the familiar shade of jade green, a sign of someone who’s taken one too many dips in a Lazarus Pit.
You furrow your brows and turn back to Bruce, “There’s not really much I can do about someone who’s been in the Lazarus Pit. Dad might know more about the side-effects than I would.”
Bruce looks at you with a slight pinch in his brow before turning back to the man behind him, who is staring at you with pure shock.
“How did you-”
“Jason? No he’s not who you’re here to look at.” Bruce grunts, eyeing you suspiciously now. Not a lot of people outside of the family knew about the true cause of Jason’s return. You nod, eyeing the man–Jason–with a look of interest.
“Your eyes,” you answer, “that’s how I knew.” You shrugged at the question hanging in the air.
Jason stares back at you, still shocked at your blunt delivery and seemingly uncaring attitude of how he came to be standing there in front of you. You turn back to Bruce, smiling brightly.
“So, where’s the patient?”
🜂🜂🜂🜂🜂🜂
“Um…well…” you stare at your friends, holding your hands over your cheeks as you try and think of a solution.
Bruce had brought you down to the Batcave, Jason following closely behind. As you followed Bruce he explained how Dick had gone on a mission with him and Raven where they ran into a few lesser demons.
But, unbeknownst to Batman, Nightwing, or Raven, one of the demons was carrying an artifact that–apparently–turned whoever was not allowed to handle this artifact into a…well..
“BAAAA!” the two black goats looked up at you, blinking rapidly.
“I’m gonna be honest, I’ve never seen this before.” you blow out a breath, putting your hands on your hips.
“Can you fix it?” the guy you’ve learned was Tim asks.
“Or not. They’re a lot more bearable like this.” Damian responds, deadpan.
You fiddled with your necklace as you stared down at the goats. The rest of the family was looking between the goats and you, not sure what to think. You had already tried a reversed esrever spell that your mom had taught you, a magic, should-reverse-anything-and-let-me-win-poker-night card that your dad had given you, but no luck.
You assess the goats carefully, each embodying one of your team members, before an idea pops in your head. You snap your fingers and turn to Bruce,
“Do you still have the artifact? Can I take a look at it?”
Bruce nods and leads you over to the artifact that had most likely been dropped after they had touched it, sitting on the middle of the floor in the Batcave, everyone giving it a wide berth.
You walk closer to it, and it appears to be a small wooden puzzle box. Nothing stands out to you until you walk around to the other side, bending down to get a closer look. There, you see a small, familiar symbol carved into the side. You gasp and stand up quickly clapping your hands together excitedly.
“Oh! He’s been looking all over for this!” you smile happily.
“Who’s been looking for what?” Tim watches you, confused.
“Is it dangerous?” Jason asks, keeping a safe distance from the box.
“It’s not dangerous; he just put a security spell on it in case it got stolen,” you turn towards Bruce, “Do you mind if I call my uncle? It’s his box, and he can reverse the spell.”
Bruce looks at you, he doesn’t recall John or Zatanna having a brother. He nods and reaches into his pocket for his phone before you cut him off,
“Oh no that won’t work. One second!” you walk over and sit in front of the box, putting your hands together in front of your face, closing your eyes. You miss the way all the bats are staring at you like you’ve grown a third head.
“What’s she doing?” Duke whispers to Tim.
“Uh…maybe a spell?” Tim responds,
“Tt. Maybe she has no clue what she’s doing, it’s just a bunch of hocus pocus” Damian snorts.
Bruce squints at your posture and the gentle smile on your face.
“It looks like..” Jason starts, head tilted in confusion,
“She’s praying.” Bruce finishes.
“Well, quite the interesting lot we have here isn’t it?” remarks a smooth, British accent from behind the bats.
Tim and Duke jump in unison, grabbing each other's arms as they look over their shoulders. Jason’s hair stands on end, the voice familiar for some odd reason he can’t seem to identify. Bruce whips his head around, slipping into a fighting stance, Damian doing the same.
In front of them stands a man in a well-tailored suit, fixing his cuff links as he smiles devilishly at the group in front of him.
“Uncle Luci!” They hear you laugh and watch as you run over to the man, giving him a big hug.
“It’s good to see you too love, when I heard you calling I just had to come see what all the fuss was about.” he hugs you back before he notices the box on the floor.
“Ah! I see you’ve found my box, I have been looking everywhere for the nasty little thing, well thank you for finding it love.” the man walks over to the box and picks it up, turning it over in his hands as he looks it over.
The bats watch this whole exchange with a mix of shock and confusion on their faces.
“I didn’t know John had a brother.” Bruce is the first to recover. You tilt your head and scrunch your nose,“What do you mean? He doesn’t.”
“You said ‘Uncle Luci’” Damian points out.
“Well yeah…he’s my uncle?” you look at them confused.
“How did he get in here?” Tim yells in shock.
“He just appeared!” Duke agrees.
Jason just eyes the man suspiciously, something nagging in the back of his mind, telling him he should recognize him.
The man tucks the box inside of his coat before walking over to the group, “Yes well of course, I shall give a proper introduction for those who seemed to have found my box…as I can see by the two barnyard animals,” the man clears his throat before holding his hand out to Bruce.
“I’m Lucifer, Lucifer Morningstar. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
hey! my first time writing a fic ever (and new to tumblr!), just a short little oneshot to get started. hope you enjoy!
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Rick O'Connell x reader
Description: fluff. you work as an archivist in a museum, you and rick hear a noise in one of the galleries and decide to investigate.
a/n: i've read a lot of fics but i've never written one so i thought i'd give it a shot! i decided to go with a quick oneshot while i find my groove (and while i figure out how tumblr works). i know it's pretty short and leaves the ending up in the air, but i had fun writing it so hopefully you enjoy :)
disclaimer: i do not own any of the mummy 1999 characters.
The museum was supposed to be closed this late, only the occasional worker (like yourself) allowed to stay. A new exhibition was opening and you had decided to stay late to clean up some of the collections storage spaces. Rick had come to take you back home when you both heard a noise coming from one of the galleries.
Rick had been adamant that you two should just leave it alone and let the security team deal with it, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss at the museum as of late.
Artifacts had gone missing, claimed to have been in the archives or in collections storage, but when you went looking for them they were nowhere to be found. They weren’t notable artifacts, but for someone who spent their days in the archive it was definitely noticeable to you.
“Shhh…you need to be quiet.” you peeked your head around the corner of the display case you were currently hiding behind.
“Me quiet? I wasn’t the one who–”
“Shh!” You glared back at Rick. He put his hands up in surrender before moving his hand over his mouth and making a locking motion.
You tiptoed closer to where the noise was coming from, thankful to whoever laid out the large sculptures in the museum. Rick was close behind, albeit a little begrudgingly. As much as he thought you guys should just leave well enough alone, he wasn’t about to let you investigate by yourself.
You managed to reach the statue closest to where the noise was coming from, and as you peeked around the sight before you made your eyes widen and your skin crawl.
Four sets of human remains were on top of tables, each set of remains from what you knew to be from the opened sarcophagi in the Ancient Egyptian Department.
A man was standing in front of the four bodies, carefully unwrapping the chest of each mummy and placing the artifacts that had gone missing inside before re-wrapping them. A scarab here, Eye of Horus there, you had no idea what he was doing but it couldn’t have been good.
Quickly hiding back behind the sculpture, you motioned to Rick to be quiet but to look out over the statue. He moved to crouch next to you before looking over the sculpture. He scowled as he turned to look back at you.
“I hate mummies,” he rolled his eyes.
“It’s not their fault!” you hissed back. You, Rick, and an egyptologist at the museum, Evy, had your fair share of run-ins with the undead. You teased Evy endlessly about how it always seemed to be her department, not yours, who had an endless supply of undead uprisings.
Whatever the man was doing was sure to cause another one. You didn’t know much about the specifics of the artifacts, as your focus was on other areas of ancient history. But with your…less than spotless track record of running into mummies you had a pretty good idea of where this was going.
Thinking about your next move, you looked over at Rick, who, to your suprise, was taking out a pistol from under his jacket.
“Do you just carry those things around wherever you go?” you ask, exasperated.
“Always come prepared, doll.” He smirked before looking back over the statue.
About to argue about the need to “be prepared” for a gunfight in the middle of a museum, you decided against it as to not draw attention to yourselves from your hiding spot.
“This guy looks like he’s about to start his dead-guy-disruption any second now,” he sighed leaning back against the base of the sculpture, “I’ll distract him while you go in and take the artifacts back. Got it?” Rick checked his pistol before raising an eyebrow at you.
“Got it. Try not to damage any of the other artifacts in the gallery while you’re ‘distracting’ him,” you sigh, rubbing your temples, already dreading the paperwork you were going to have to fill out for the head curator.
“Pfft you know me, I always hit my target.” Rick winks at you.
You roll your eyes at his comment before heading towards the other entrance to the gallery.
“This better work,” you warn.
“Relax. It will.” He mumbles looking over the statue again, “Be careful.”
“Always am.” It was your turn to wink.
Mummies, end of the world…just a normal Tuesday for you guys.
I think when talking the bats will randomly ask any of the supers questions they don’t know the answer to since at least one of them is pretty much always listening in
They’re kinda like alexa for the bats since they just ask and get texted whatever the answer is like 2 seconds later
But I imagine for the supers it would probably become a race for who can answer the fastest and the most accurately
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Tim, working on a case by himself: hm.. what’s the penalty for unarmed robbery again?
Phone, pings 5 times: message from kon, Kara, Clark, Jon, kon (mobile)
Tim: :/
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Jason, looking at a truck: what’s like the average weight of one of these things?
Bizarro, appearing out of thin air: me not know
Superboy prime, also appearing: I know! I know!
Jason: then what is it??
Both: …
Bizarro: me just wanted to be last
Superboy prime: .. why would you want to be last??
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Babs, half zoned out: how much isopropyl alcohol does it take to kill a small child?
Kara, texting: girl what.
Kara: it’s 8 mol tho
Babs, texting back: 👍
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Damian, holding a new pet: Jon! can opossums have pears?
Jon, crashing through a wall: you got an opossum?? Can I see??
Damian:
Damian, holds it out: her name is Kevin
Jon: aww she’s so cute, she can have pears
Damian, joking: would she have been not allowed them if she wasn’t cute?
Jon: nope <3
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Duke, has no idea who will respond: how much is £50 from 1973 in dollars now?
Kon, texting: $1,060.02 I think?
Duke: thanks bro
Kon, texting: 😼
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Bruce: hm.
Clark, floating behind him: it’s 18.5
Bruce: thank you
Tim: ???? What. Where did that come from
Clark: well I carried the 3 and I-
Tim: that’s not what I meant, what question was it from???
Clark: .. the one Bruce asked?
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Dick: hey big blue?
Clark, texting: ?
Dick: where’s Tim?
Clark: with Kon and Bernard somewhere, I’m not listening to whatever they’re doing I learnt not to last time.
Jason: I can't believe Bruce is making me write a CV when I am legally dead. What am I going to write? Crime Lord for three years specialising in garbage disposal and logistics?
Dick: I'll help. I am great at getting jobs.
Jason: No, you and your Barbie-ass CV can get out of here.
Dick: My what?
Jason: You have had more jobs than Barbie! And like bizarre jobs. A cop. A model. De facto Prince Consort to an alien kingdom. It's not normal. Ugh... basically the only Barbie job you've not had is being a pop star.
Dick: I mean, me and the Teen Titans did release an album under fake names. How do you think we paid for the Tower?
for clarification this is the plate bowl in question
Dick, walking into the kitchen and grabbing stuff for cereal:
Jason, sitting at the kitchen island eating: *notices what Dick's doing, looking at the dish he grabbed*
Jason: What are you doing?
Dick: Serving myself cereal?
Jason: In a fucking plate??
Dick, confused: It's a bowl?
Jason: No tf it's not, that's a plate.
Dick: But- *holds the dish up to Jason* -tall sides. Holds liquid. Bowl.
Tim, has been sitting next to Jason the entire time: No it's not. Bowls are concave, that's not concave enough or deep enough to be a bowl.
Jason, nodding: Yeah, it has to be rounder. Half a ball. Spherical.
Dick: Literally no? It holds the milk and cereal. It's a bowl.
Jason: But it's not bowl enough. Bowls are smaller at the bottom so when there's a little you can still scoop.
Tim: Yeah, and you can't with that. You'll get to the point where the spoon is more bowl than the bowl and you won't be able to get it without tilting.
Dick, annoyed now: More bowl than the bowl? Tim how long since you slept?
Tim: Irrelevant, yk what I meant.
Dick: I really don't but let me eat my cereal in peace, thanks. *walks out*
