#danny fenton/john contantine

[clockwayswrites]

Danny/Constantine, Black, Solstice and Equinox, old books and Pine needles

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I played fast and loose with JLD members here, because why not?

“We smell like Alec,” Kirk complained with a sneer. His lips pulled back from his fangs, highlighting the long teeth.

“Have you ever smelled Alec? We’re way too fresh, mate, even with the… slime,” John said. He held up his hand. A glob of the ‘slime’ dripped off his fingers and onto the hardwood floor of the House of Mystery’s entrance.

“Fine, like a Swamp Thing,” Kirk corrected. He worked his jaw like it ached. The fangs slowly started to shrink in size. The nose morphed. The ears pulled to fold in against the head.

John looked away from the transformation.

“Despite the smell, we return victorious,” Diana said. She plucked a pine needle from amid her hair.

Well, it was a bright red pine needle, but the overwhelming car freshener smell was the same.

“Yay, hurrah, woohoo,” Zantanna deadpanned as she limped past the rest of them and further into the House.

The House, who was a complete suck up to Zantanna, moved an armchair closer to her once she was inside the library. She sunk into it gratefully and with a tired pat to the brocade fabric. The rest of them followed her into the room after shedding coats and cloaks along with most of the slime. The House actively moved a chair away from John, who was the worst covered.

“Oh come on bruv!”

“You can’t blame the House for that, Connie, you’re a mess.”

Everyone else whipped around to look at the speaker, but John just let his shoulders sag as the remaining tension from the flight left him in a whoosh. He would have gone down if not for the strong arm suddenly supporting at the waist. A towel wiped his cheek clean before cool lips pressed a kiss against it.

“You smell like you bathed in air freshener.”

“Ta, luv,” Constantine said and snatched the towel from Danny to dry off his hands. It also gave him the excuse to ignore everyone else in the room and their questioning gaze.

Of course it was Diana who actually stepped forward with one of her obnoxiously friendly smiles. “Greetings. I am Diana, or Wonder Woman as you mat better know me.”

“Actually, Connie mostly calls you Diana,” Danny said and offered his hand. “I’m Danny, John’s husband.”

Zatanna jolted forward so quickly she almost flung herself out of her chair. “His fucking what?!?”

Danny just smirked back. “That too.”