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leynaeithnea · 2 months

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Me ? Taking notes again to write this ask? You guessed it.

The ocean saga is 100% my favourite saga so I'm going to be insane about this actually.

12.Aeolus is literally perfect I'm obsessed with her and her little banter with Ody " let's play a game/ a game? / That's what I'm serving " YES MA'AM YOU ARE CERTAINLY SERVING. Again at this point we agree on everything because the part where Odysseus tries to stay awake has kept me awake for days , he is so pathetic he's hallucinating his family and he loves them so much and everything has changed BUT HE'S THE SAME YES HE'S THE SAAAME ( instant tears)

" They were within sight, his mom could have seen the ship" fatal blow , currently chocking on my blood and my tears.

Also yes , Poseidon's voice is majestic, after ruthlessness came out I was singing it so much my brother and sister had memorized it ( they don't even know English lol )

13.The chorus of po-sei-don is glorious and I sing it every single time very drammatically 'cause HOW COULD I NOT??? Again, agree with everything you said, this whole entire song makes me feral, Poseidon is so bitchy and mean and pissed and sarcastic I ADORE IT and whenever I sing it I make Ody's little "No" so defeated and terrified and "we're so fucked " because they so areeeee

You are the worst kind of good- moment lives in my mind rent free I also did some lettering for it because I HAD to get it out of my head somehow ( I failed , it's stuck on repeat in my brain )

" But noOoOo" is so iconic I can't put it into words I love Poseidon jansnsnns

First time I listened to ruthlessness the callback to just a man brought me to my knees Jorge is a criminal how does he get away with causing such pain to me specifically ??? We'll never know

Aaaand the callback to the convo with Polyphemus " I am your darkest moment " FLOORS ME EVERY TIME SIR WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOUR ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES THAT HAUNT YOU IN THE FORM OF THE GOD OF THE SEA , WHAT DO YOU MEAN MERCY HAS A PRICE ( this whole thing about "you could have avoided all this had you just killed my son" brings me back to hours spent studying the Iliad for school and learning that in those books the idea was that you had to die a glorious death if you wanted to be remembered and live forever with honor in the stories that will be told about you. Being spared in combat and living after that is not living at all, becase you're now a disgrace and everyone will know you failed to be a hero ) ( but I don't know if this whole "moral code" applies to monsters like Polyphemus) ( living with the shame that some random puny Greeks overtook you must generally suck either way though)

also the part where Ody's desperately bargaining "Poseidon we meant to harm we only hurt him to disarm him PLEASE PLEASE UNDERSTAND please we took no pleasure in his pain we are at your mercy right now we can't do anything this is all up to you I can't do anything else for my crew other than try to make you understand we only wanted to escape PLEASE we are in your domain now we can't escape the literal sea PLEASE SHOW US THE MERCY WE SHOWED YOUR SON" and this whole part is quieter and gentler than the rest of the song,it's a plea, a small little desperate string of hope that maybe he'll understand, then a beat of silence and then DIE YOU'RE NAIVE AND HOPELESS DIE AKKSKDJSNNS

I may have gone a little insane with this one lol

As always no pressure but I eagerly await your take on the other sagas :))

( love for you and your friend that you acted out the whole musical , it seems neat and I think it would fix me hahah )

HEYO man theres one artwork of "im the same yes im the same" that im obssessed with, its sooo good

the idea was that you had to die a glorious death if you wanted to be remembered

All the men who died drowning + elpenor ------- :) :) :) yw

Despite it being an unpopular opinion Circe might actually be my least favorite saga so far,....probably because they werent as angsty as any of the other so far......i think theres a pattern here....anyway, its still GREAT so lets start 14. Puppeteer ODY REFUSING TO LISTEN TO EURY, I WONDER??? maybe he guesses???? MAYBE HE KNOWS? that it was Eury who opened the bag but he isn't ready to hear it yet???? the instrumentals in that is soo good tho, ALSO "a woman" "....what"

circes voice do be beautiful

and the storytelling of eury recalling the story while circes part is kind of a flashback like, is reallyyy nice

Also Ody being straight up ready to save his men help, that's only 8 songs or so before Syclla :")

15. Wouldn't you like

I knowwww why people are so hype about it, but admittedly it doesn't hit that hard for me. it's a good song! just not my favorites

but "someone who's not afraid to...send a message" is a sneaky way to make it obv who it is, very "high on shrooms" feels, and Odysseus singing the "OooooOoooOOOooOooH"s towards the end are reallyyy goodddd and the "dont thank me you very well may die"....perfect characterization of hermes, loved 16. Done For

Ody trying to sneak his way in like "did you do smth to them?" (knows 100% that she did) "you turned them into pigs" ODY YOURE SUCH A SLEEK---- SO OKAY WE ACTED THIS OUT RIGHT? WITH MY FRIEND? HAVING MY FRIEND BE CIRCE PLS??? OMG ....attractive mayhaps ody trying to lie about being a god "hermes gave it do you, didnt he?" ".....fine, yes, but- " ODY SIEGSE ~love lying characters, like, Neil, Ody, yeah...yeah Also circe going right into lust and Ody being like "??? wdym" (think sabout penelope) 17. There are other ways "BUuT itS been 12 LonG yeEArs" JORGE JORGE__--SLEGOSEJG lmaoosegseigjseg jk beautiful falcetto (high voice) of Jorge very seductive song, beautiful the reprise of just a man again.....but he refuses! good on you ody, bc otherwise you wouldve been dead, also THE DROP when Circe talks about the Underworld, esp with the distorted choir so cool, theres some animatics that portrayed those really neat too, might ramble about the animatics some other time also Circes last note(s) in the song are SO GOOODDDDD such vocal control

#epic the musical #leyanswers #im stopping here rn bc im scared of the underworld saga help seisejgse i cri #leyrambles #puppeteer #wouldnt you like #done for #there are other ways

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persephonescottage · 2 years

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PONY | 20.

Pairing: Billy RussoxFem!Reader

Summary: Henry is handsy and Billy is crafty.

Warning: References to sexual situations, swearing, obsessive thoughts. Although this chapter might not include it, this fic will include stalking, somnophilia, CNC (between two consenting adults), knife play, age gap, dub con, Stockholm syndrome, gaslighting and other triggers I will include as we go along, please only read if you’re 18+. If any of this warnings trigger you please don’t read.

A/N: Here we areeeee, I wrote this on my phone so I apologize for grammar and whatnot. I thank you all for your kind messages and comments I laugh a lot reading them I really do!!! And thank you for being so patient💕 Here is a map of the library which might be helpful if you want to visualize it for this chapter and the next or ignore it if you don’t care lol ok thnx🧁

From the moment the first message got to your phone it was mayhem and you remembered in a blur how you tripped on air trying to get from the basement to the floor of the gala in Astor Hall.

The goosebumps taking over your body as the classical music became louder and louder the faster you ran through the emergency stairs struggling to lift the loud taffeta of your dress that made sounds as of sea waves holding you back.

When you finally opened the heavy door to the first floor the blinding lights of the party hit your face, everything was perfect, just like in all the vision boards in all the meetings you had with your bosses and the rest of the team and you could help but smile and twirl in your own place, the tulle around you following the magical moment, scratching your thighs.

The larger than life chandelier donated for the night by an aristocrat friend of the Dumas’ family hung from the cherub painted ceiling just like you were sure Gaston Leroux envisioned the night Erick took Christine to be his angel of music.

Would this be the night Blackbird took you?

A girl could only hope.

But the million lights reflected in the glass of the crystal ornaments made the place look whimsical, the library looked like an enchanted castle, and you, to be honest, looked like a princess.

BIRDY: You look beautiful.

BIRDY: I knew your tits would look amazing in that.

The messages made your phone vibrate in your hand and the anxiety kicked in again. Looking around you desperately in the multitude of people you tried to focus, the place was packed.

Mrs. Baker had told you at the beginning of the week the theme had attracted a crowd and the event was sold out, but with half the guests in masks and gowns and the dim lights and the twinkling of the reflections of the crystal it was hard to look for the small details you knew of your mysterious lover.

He had to be close though.

Close enough to check out your tits, you think.

“Well hello Christine!”

Henry’s cheery voice is behind you and you feel his strong hand on your lower back. You have a sweet smile for him before you even turn.

“You look amazing!” He says hugging you quickly.

He’s wearing a burgundy suit and a white phantom half mask, as most of the men in the building are, but his sandy blond hair gives him away, his boyish half smile is way too charming for him to be Erick.

He’d be a great Raoul, you’re sure.

“Thank you! Where’s your dad?”

“Talking business to someone far away from me, as I’d like to keep him. Let’s get you that drink!”

You smile and nod, allowing him to escort you to the bar near the dance floor but you try your best to not look distracted as your eyes scan the room in anguish, he could be anyone here, just waiting for you, and with Henry’s hand so close to your bare skin, this night could be a bloodbath waiting to happen.

🤍

Billy saw his knuckles turn white around the gold rimmed whiskey glass on his hand. He has standing near the ledge, on the balcony of the second floor admiring the gala that as most of the staff had told him was only possible thanks to his very generous donation.

Everything was just as he requested.

The lighting was dim, the decoration was dark and elegant and he had full access to one of the reading rooms for the night and instructions to not be disturbed.

Incredible what government workers will do for a check.

And you, you looked beautiful, just like he knew you would, you were a star. A delicious spoonful of honey in the dullness of the Manhattan socialite, and you were smiling, but not for him.

What was that waste of a trust fund doing with his filthy hands on you?

He saw Henry Dumas say something in your ear, surely because of the loudness of the people and the music and not because it was something secretive, not because you were his accomplice on anything, but it still made Billy’s blood boil, and then you laughed.

He rolled his eyes.

What could possibly be so funny?

He drank the last of the amber liquor before he could crack the glass. Henry Dumas was the emblem of entitlement and Billy didn’t understand how you couldn't see it, how you wouldn’t see past that hoax of a smile and innocent blue gaze.

Ridiculous.

He wanted nothing more than to get you in his bed and then he’d forget all about you, the working class smoking hot librarian he met in one of his daddy’s charities, the nice guy façade was all an act, a mating dance for him.

And if he put his hand an inch lower on your back Billy was gonna put it in a bloody box sent to Daddy Dumas’ doorstep asap.

Fingers might be sent separate.

“Mr. Russo? I’m sorry to bother you sir.”

Billy woke to Gianna’s voice on his left shoulder and almost laughed. When professional, the girl was almost quiet and mousy, delicate. If she only knew that he had listened to her talk about despicable things with her best friend, maybe she wouldn’t be so formal, or maybe the blushing on her cheeks would be more intense.

“They are ready for your speech, are you ready?” She finished clearing her throat “I can always tell them to wait if you need more time-“

“I’m ready Miss Esposito. I’ll be downstairs in five minutes.”

Gianna smiled and turned her back to him, almost relieved to be dismissed, to be rid of her responsibility to be near him for the rest of the night and Billy knew it. She wanted to be with her friend.

And so did he.

He took the phone on the inside pocket of his jacket and texted one last thing before letting Frank and Maria know he was heading downstairs. Was this the beginning of the end? The beginning of forever?

The keys to the reading room jingled in his pants pocket as he adjusted the black matte half mask on his face hearing Gianna’s voice on the mic introducing the honored man of the gala and his name was followed by the cheering and the clapping.

Then the lights on him, the sea of people, the crowd.

And finally, just his Pony, in the middle of the dance floor.

With Henry Dumas by her side.

🤍

You check the message on your screen as everyone cheers for the guest of honor walking onto the stage. The lights were dim to begin with and now the room is almost in complete darkness with the only spotlight on one of the most talked about men in New York.

You vaguely asked Gianna about him as you both did you makeup under the fluorescent lights of the basement bathroom earlier, and you only did it to keep the conversation going, to get your thoughts in check, but the only important points she offered you were rich, hot and dangerous.

Of course this city was in love with him.

BIRDY: Does that boy have a death wish? Can I borrow the pretty ribbon on your hair to make ornaments with his fingers if he keeps touching you like that?

YOU: No you can’t make decorations out of body parts you’ll scare the children.

You look around high strung waiting for the sound of your reply coming from a device around you that reveals his identity, but nothing comes. Mr. Russo’s words are the only sound present in the room, accompanied by the discrete occasional clinking of ice on glasses and high heels on marble, his voice sounds warped in your brain.

All you do is obsessively inspect the room, as much as the darkness allows you, men by men, discarding by height, by hair color, by shape. He had to be around, close enough to know Henry was touching your waist again.

“Are you okay?” He whispered to you “You seem nervous.”

“Fine.” You whisper back quickly trying to not interrupt the man on stage that doesn’t seem to be finishing any time soon.

“Do you need some air? We can go outside if you want to-“

“Hey kid!”

You’re very close to snapping, and you’re glad someone interrupts you. It’s not Henry’s fault you’re on edge but if he asked you if you were fine one more time you were sure you would throw your drink at his face.

Blackbird would sure love that, you think, rolling your eyes internally.

Taking your attention back to the gigantic man who approached you and your company you smile politely at Frank Castle, he’s next to a gorgeous brunette who you assume is his wife and she flashes you the warmest smile.

“Maria this is the librarian we told you about remember? That we had that odd case? This is my wife Maria.” He introduces you politely in a low voice half looking at you, half looking at his boss on stage. “How’ve you been kid? That psycho still giving you trouble?”

Not since I let him eat me out, you want to say, but you just shrug pretending you want to stay quiet to respect the man giving the speech and nod in greeting to his wife with a quick wave.

“Oh so this is the girl Bill has a crush on!” She smiles back before taking her champagne cup back to her lips. “You’re cute honey, I approve!”

“I’m sorry?” Your gaze is back to Frank now and he looks flustered.

If this man wasn’t over six feet tall you would think he’s the child that got caught with his hand in the cookie jar and you raise your brow waiting for answers.

Bill?

As in Billy Russo?

“Excuse my wife kid, we don’t go out much cause of the kids and she’s a little tipsy.” He says ogling Maria.

“Oops, must have gotten the wrong girl then.”

You can hear her giggles echoing inside the crystal of her glass and you know she being sarcastic and regrets nothing but you decide to spare Frank the embarrassment and play along.

“That’s ok.”

But everything is so dense in the room now.

It’s suddenly hot and heavy and you feel Henry’s arm back in your shoulder and you finally pay attention to him up there. A full black velvet tux, satin lapels, black shirt.

There’s a squared obsidian ring on his right hand finger, it looks heavy and cold and you look up to see the half mask he wears. It’s black and matte unlike everybody else’s, it almost looks like it’s made of graphite and it’s held back by black satin ribbon tight on his head of dark hair.

The height is right, the built is right.

“When ANVIL became so successful in such a short amount of time people congratulated me, they said I was a mogul, a genius but I only worked harder. I didn’t want them to think it was beginners luck.”

You finally hear him talk and his voice brings chills to your body. It’s numbing, suddenly your fingers are cold and your body responds to familiarity with hot flashes and perspiration.

From this angle you can see it perfectly.

The scar down on his neck.

“I didn’t want them to think that I was a one trick pony.” He finishes with his eyes on you.

Fuck.

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #billy russo fanfic #pony fic #stalker!billy #my writting #justice for henry #i do feel bad for henry #But i liked this

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cypheroo · 2 months

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I am absolutely fascinated by the concept of matchups!

Mystreet/MCD or I saw you mentioned Sanji in your recent so One Piece I'd also be interested in 👀

I'm Logan, he/him, 21, I like men, I'm 5'1". I write a lot in my free time, I'm also an enjoyer of reading, casual gaming and theatre. I study psychology and want to be a teacher

Interested to see what you come up with..

DIARIES AND ONE PIECE MATCHUP! ~ ♧

(i'm gonna give you two matchups bc i have never gotten a one piece request before! So you get MCD and one piece!)

SO drumroll pleaseeee! Your matchups areeeee….!

One pieces Usopp!

And!

MCDs Jeffory!

Some headcannons for usopp!

Most evenings together are spent quietly together with both of you doing your respective hobbies or tasks!

Usopp to me would be your biggest supporter with your dreams and wants to become a teacher so if you need any help with any of it he'd be the first to spring to your side.

You two would have to sleep in the same bed as I think Usopp finds a lot of comfort with having you just with him.

When he is working on stuff he just loves hearing you talk to him about a book you've been reading, or ranting about something that bothered you.

While Usopp is definitely the type to miss you when you leave his side for more then an hour he just uses the time to make you small trinkets or get work done so when you are home he can spend time with you.

Need someone to read your work and give you opinions? Dude he's right there and more than willing to give an unfiltered opinion on what he thinks.

He never plans the dates, they just happen, randomly you both going to a park or shopping together

He has oil, dirt, and a lot of stuff on his clothes so expect your clothes to be as well as he is a hugger.

He is big on physical touch so at first when you got together he was a little distant in fear of somehow making you uncomfortable, but he definitely got over that hump rather fast.

Small note here, whenever you kiss he cups your cheeks, with both hands or one, its dependant o how short the kiss is, its just what he likes to do.

and for Jeffory!

Capital S for sweetheart, because of his daughter he understands and fully respects you for wanting to be a teacher

The most playful flirting, like it's almost like every day you two meet for the first time with how much he compliments you.

The most random dates, you come home and don't look too tired? Hes taking you out on a date, usually calm ones that dont need either of you to talk to a bunch of people.

He isn't much into reading but he does look into the books you have and figures out what kinds of books you like, he gets them as gifts, so sometimes when you come home there's a book on the table for you and of course he acts like he never bought it for you!

If you're close to your family, he wants to be close to them too. He wants to know them and will do anything he can to be on their goodside, if not he is more than happy to have him and his daughter be that family.

Speaking of daughter , he won't introduce her for a good six months or so but he will absolutely be upfront about her existence and very transparent, he just wants to make sure both of you are serious before meeting her.

Unsurprisingly he is an amazing cook. He makes food for you a lot and is more than willing to learn any recipes he needs to to make your favorite foods as well.

He has these longer slender hands, calloused and scarred in places. His hand is almost always on you, your shoulder, hip. Even idly playing with your hair. It comforts him to always have a hand next to or on you.

He has a photo of you in his wallet just like he does with his daughter. He loves to stare at it when he's away.

He's snappy with people flirting with you. You wouldn't think that with him as he is usually a very calm and happy person, so he acts like that. Although he's not like that super often.

#reader insert #x you #aphblr #mcd x reader #jeffory the golden heart #god usopp #usopp x reader #one piece usopp #one piece x reader #character matchup #matchups

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chrisbangs · 3 years

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minjeong complete 😢💖

#:((( 💖💖💖💖#happy...#my mom brought the mail in and i smiled so big and she was like ..? and i just had no explanation ...#my cardboard men fill me with happiness :/ so what!#loooook how cuteeee they areeeee 😢☁️💖#how can i not be filled with happiness :-( 💖💖#my minjeong i love u... 😢💖☁️#^__^#only need 1 more card for chan and lix and seung to finish their sets #hyun i have both his cards on the way !! 😎 and i'm still missing the rest of bin and sung but hopefully my other go's come through 😅#li.pic #li.pc

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indigogirled · 3 years

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girl what on earth is a bi/pan lesbian and why do you hate them

bi/pan lesbians are bisexuals who claim they're lesbians but are attracted to/date men and other genders . it literally doesn’t exist because lesbians are not attracted to men

#it’s lesphobic #ppl want so bad to be lesbian #but you aren’t a lesbian #it also annoys me when they’re like “ugh i’m so sorry i’m bisexual i wish i was a lesbian”#MEN ARE FINE TO BE ATTRACTED TO #ITS OKAY #be who you areeeee #anyway #:)#i hope you have a nice day anon #anon (affectionate)#bi pan lesbians fight with the wall #and stop saying our slurs #wait now i gotta see if i’m breaking any new tag rules

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mxtantrights · 3 years

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The magic-spy and the bird

the best friends brother trope is in my top 5 tropes. but I've also got a thing for angst. So here we areeeee. enjoy! <3

dick Grayson x f!reader

Jason Todd had asked you specifically to ask his brother out. And he did use the word brother, which you made a point to bring up. He shot it down but still decided to push his message towards you. You should ask Dick out. It wasn’t that simple.

“Jay I don’t think you’ve thought this through.” you said.

He chuckled, “Of course I did. I wouldn’t say it out loud if it wasn’t a well-cooked plan.”

You made a face at him.

“Okay look, all I'm saying is you’ve got nothing to lose. If anything you're way out of his league.” he said and then gulped down the rest of his beer.

You didn’t like beer and so you worked on a Pina colada. You had done the whole beer thing for years now. As a trained spy it was your go-to for missions at bars. Safe to say you were sick of ales, craft beers and everything in between.

“Ah yes, the magic using spy.” you nodded your head.

Jason nodded along with you.

“Exactly. Bird brains would eat that up.” he said.

“And when would I tell him that I knew about his secret identity? Before I tell him about mine or after?” you asked.

Jason sighed and raised his hand for another beer. You rolled your eyes at this. Once he had a thought it was very hard for him to let it go. Especially when it included a thought about people he cared for- no matter how much he claimed the opposite.

“All Im saying is, you never know until you try.”

“What are you a fortune cookie?”

“Fuck off. I’m being serious and I do give great advice you can ask Duke.”

2 DAYS LATER

You look at Caliban with bated breath. He had just gotten info on a magic-based rebellion. Work was tight when you rolled with the good guys for too long of a time. You blame that on two men on your life, Jason and Constantine.

“I’ll put in a good word for you.” he says.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it. And any-”

Before you can finish telling Caliban that he can call in a favor from you at anytime your surroundings change. In a flash you go from one of the underworld crime bars to a room you’ve never been in before.

You look around and sure enough you see the culprit. Constantine.

“There she is!” he smiles.

Not only did he summon you, he did so in front of an audience. Circled around him is Gotham’s crime fighting family. All of them except Jason, Cass and Duke. All of which know about your secret identity and would’ve stopped Constantine from summoning you. The rest of the family are all looking at you liked you’ve grown a second head.

You look down at what you’re wearing. The long sleeve off the shoulder skin tight black dress was the perfect choice for the club you were supposed to be in. Maybe not so much for a meeting with the Bats and his birds.

You look right ahead at Constantine, “I don’t like being summoned.”

“Ah, but you’re the best person I know for this job. I had to get you over here.” he says.

You take a quick look at all the other people in the room. Then at the screen behind them. Your information is plastered on it. Well, the information that you’ve decided to let the government think was yours. Your codename was at the top of the screen.

“Constantine says that you’re the best way into the underworld.” Batman says.

You’re confused to say the least. Constantine was Constantine, why would he call you in order to get them into the underworld when he can do it himself? It defeats the purpose of having to call him.

“I’m sorry,” you direct to Batman and then look at your friend, “I need you to state specifically what I’m needed for.”

Constantine moved from the family over to you. As he did you watched as Nightwing followed him with his own eyes. Now Dick knows you’re not just Jason’s friend from around Gotham. Great.

“Bats got intel that something it going down with this magic group, the-” he starts. “hex mutiny.” you finish.

“You already know about them?” Nightwing says.

“I was just getting someone to put in a good word for me with them before you summoned me here. You’ve got great timing you know that?” you say to Constantine.

He smiles, “Well then it seems like you can be of great service, spygames.”

“And what exactly would I be doing, if I can even get a spot with them?” you throw out the question to the family.

Red Robin crosses his arms, “We need someone on the inside to tell us what they are planning for Gotham.”

“I doubt they’d let a newbie in on their plans.”

“Good thing you won’t be a newbie.” Batman says.

Constantine conjures an amulet in his hand. You want to hit him over the head. He could really be a pain in the ass. You grab it from him.

“With this, you’ll be in the perfect position to get in and get out. Easy.” he says.

You shake your head, “Every time you say that I get a new scar.”

“I promise sweetheart. No scars this time.”

“Yeah yeah, you owe me for this.”

EXACTLY ONE WEEK LATER

You knew you would end up wounded. Typically with Constantine it was nothing deadly, or nothing your own magic couldn’t fix. But you knew that your luck had to run out some day. And it wasn't his fault.

After finding out what the group was really up to you couldn’t just let them operate. They weren’t really rebels. No they used that name to paint a narrative. They were fascists.

You held the wound to your waist to stop the bleeding. This would have to be the farthest you could go. There was no way you could run out of this. Not with the blood seeping through the cracks of your fingers.

At least you brunt the members down to the ash. It took a lot out of you. And that’s why you weren’t prepared for a hit that tore right through you.

“Why aren’t you moving?” Jason, or Redhood, said through the comms.

You leaned against the hallway wall.

At least you’d die someplace pretty. When you first came in you didn't notice how clean and meticulous everything was. There were painting of famous magicians on the walls. Along with some stolen art, a Van Gogh or two.

You ripped the amulet off your neck and felt the illusion fade. The necklace fell to the floor and you let out a pained breath.

“I think,” you coughed and on the clean wall was not splatters of blood, “this is it.”

You could hear Jason shouting on the other end. He was calling out your name, calling out for Constantine to come and help you. Duke was calling for you too. And you could’ve sworn you heard Cass say your name once.

With your only free hand you tried to open a portal out of the base. You knew it would be useless as you had a mortal wound and portal magic works best under no stress and panic, or blood loss. The usual light from your hands glowed faintly until it didn’t.

“Constantine can’t summon you?” Dick asked.

At that you let your body drag down the wall until you reached the floor. When you did sit down more blood came out. So you decided to lay down horizontally.

“Hey hey- I told you I wasn’t gonna let anything happen to you.” you hear Constantine through the comms.

You want to laugh, but it ends out more of a chocked gargle.

“I screwed up the mission. I deserve it.” you said.

“You did good. Better than any of us.” Batman said.

“Constantine you need to call in whatever favors you have to get her out of there. Now!” Jason shouted.

“Dont,” you started.

“No. We’re getting you out of there-”

“Jason, I’m not a saint. I never would’ve imagined going out like this.” you said.

Once you were born you were thrusted in this world. All you knew was to use magic as a weapon. To get ahead, to get power, to get the glory. And that lasted you until you turned 19.

Then Constantine crossed paths with you. He was the one to show you that magic has other uses. Such as helping and healing. You learned the best stuff from him. And you took what you learned and began to help in ways you could.

You didn’t go on the straight and narrow. Never did you consider yourself a morally correct person. Sometimes the lines were blurred, or they need to be blurred. And so you took down seedy organizations, went on recon missions all over the world.

It wasn’t justice. But it was close enough that you could sleep at night or the odd hours of the morning for more than four hours.

“Sweetheart I don’t break my promises.” Constantine said finally.

You were just beginning to feel your eyes grow heavy. The pain was starting to be comfortably numb. Then above you appeared someone you weren’t expecting in the slightest.

“Caliban?” you asked.

“You owe me double.”

4 DAYS LATER

When you woke up you felt battered and weak You weren’t used to these feelings and you weren’t used to being so close to death. Everyday was a new experience when you’re the Priestess of Espionage.

You cracked open one eye to find a couple of deviants at your side. Jason, Duke and Cass. The youngest took the chair next to you while Duke and Jason seemed to take the floor. Since they weren’t in their gear you guessed that you were out for longer than a couple of hours.

“Not my version of hell but I’ll allow it.” you say in a raspy voice.

It wakes everyone up.

Jason and Duke bolt to your bedside.

“Why’d you almost die on me?” and “Are you feeling okay?” come from them both, respectively. It makes you want to laugh but when you feel the ache in your waist you stop yourself.

“I’m alive, so there’s that. Positives.” you answer.

Jason shoots his younger siblings a look and they scurry out the room. You try to sit up to ask what it was for but he puts his hands up for you to stop any movement. So you lay back down.

“He would kill me if you tore your stitches.”

You shut your eyes, “Jason I don’t think Constantine would kill you per say.”

You hear the door opening so you decide to open your eyes. And sure enough you see Jason leaving the room and someone coming in. Dick Grayson, out of his suit as well.

As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t read his face. Besides the clear betrayal that was there. He definitely knew that you knew he’s Nightwing.

“Hi.” you say.

His face softens, “Hi.”

“I just want to say that I would’ve told you about who I am. Sooner that you think actually but this mission kinda derailed all of that.” you say.

With his arm crossed over his chest he nods, “How long did you know I was Nightwing?”

You wince.

“For about two years now. Once Jason told me he was Red it was hard to not notice the similarities of the Wayne family and the Bat one.”

He laughs at that and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. It must be going good if he wants to laugh.

“And when did he tell you that I like you?” he asks.

“He didn’t explicitly say that.”

There’s a beat of silence. You’re looking at him and he’s looking at you. But he’s the one who seems to be holding his breath this time. You try to hide the smirk you feel forming on your lips.

“What?” he asks.

“Jason had told me that I should ask you out. He didn’t say anything about you liking me.” you answer him.

The red tint that covered Dick Grayson was absolutely adorable.

He nods his head to himself. Twice.

“I- I’m gonna get Jason for you.” he moved to the door. And you don’t really know what to say. All your words get jumbled in your brain and you can’t put them together in a way that is smooth enough so you deicide to just try your best.

“If you were to ask me out, I would say yes.” you say.

He looks directly at you. Then his signature smirk appears.

“I’ll bring back some food for later.” he says.

“it’s a date.” you answer.

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