#highcastle abbey

[cao0227]

Inspired by Convergence by TheWitchBoy

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36602425

John Constantine, butler and Head of Staff at Highcastle Abbey, travels with the Logue Family to the New World.

James Constantine, accomplished Louisianan lawyer, is returning from his stepmother's funeral when he finds a letter about his past.

[lovevalley45]

i feel like 98% of the outfits astra wears are either tank tops and long sleeves with like no in between. which is so funny to me, it’s all or nothing babey

[talas-first-lady]

Post the ranking of the male legends. Let the world burn. Let chaos reign. It's on brand for the show (please read this in a funny tone)

The official, correct ranking of male Legends from best to worst along with foolproof evidence which you can trust because I am a lesbian and I am not swayed by men of dubious attractiveness.

1: Gwyn Davies

Pros: Invented time travel so he could save the poet he spent his entire adult life pining for. Has some of the absolute best throwaway lines of S7 (with flawless delivery). Has literally never done anything wrong ever.

Cons: Not around for long enough, which was in no way his fault.

2: Ray Palmer

Pros: Delightful. Hilarious. Has great chemistry with every other character. Loves showtunes and Star Wars.

Cons: Spending billions of dollars to create a suit so you can be a superhero in a city that frankly has too many superheroes already is not a good look. Also he's way too intense in relationships.

3: Nate Heywood

Pros: He somehow manages to be the perfect combination of himbo and really smart. It shouldn't be possible. Also, I too am an overeducated nerd who is really into Tala and Maisie, so I relate to him.

Cons: He really sucks whenever he's in a relationship.

4: Jefferson Jackson

Pros: He's such a good guy through and through. He has been put through some deeply unfair things but still manages to always be a positive force. Deserves all the hugs.

Cons: His accent is ridiculous and I can't take him seriously because of that.

5: Mick Rory

Pros: Has any character on the show evolved as much as him? Probably not. He's a sweetheart. He writes romance novels. His relationships with other characters are always amazing.

Cons: We all had to watch him birth alien eggs through his nose and that can never been unseen. Way too attached to his shitty ex boyfriend.

6: Wally West

Wally is right in the middle because he is true neutral. Does he make the show better? Not really. Does he make the show worse? Not really.

Pros: Good karaoke choices.

Cons: It's really dumb that Death Totem Sara appeared to him as his ex (who he really wasn't with that long and who was very much still alive) instead of his mom (who was his only family for his entire childhood and fairly recently died).

7: Gary Green

Pros: Sweet, funny, endlessly relatable. He adds so much character to every scene he's in.

Cons: Does not understand boundaries at all. He's also very inconsistently written because obviously they didn't plan for him to be an alien from the beginning.

8: Behrad Tarazi

Pros: I enjoy the way his relationship with Zari has developed. And he's a great singer.

Cons: Weed is not a personality. They didn't bother to give him an actual personality until season 7, at which point I was already over him. I also don't like his fixation with Astra which was entirely about finding her pretty on Highcastle Abbey and has nothing to do with who she actually is.

9: Carter Hall

Pros: Had the good sense to die quickly before he could really annoy me.

Cons: Manipulative towards Kendra. Actively detracted from the 100th episode.

10: Martin Stein

Pros: Victor Garber. A+ singing.

Cons: Drugged and kidnapped Jax in the pilot. Racist, sexist, deeply selfish. He started to improve slightly but it wasn't enough.

11: Rip Hunter

Pros: Saw the potential in Sara Lance.

Cons: Told Gideon he loved her and then TURNED HER INTO A TRAINING SIMULATOR FOR THREE YEARS. He also flew her into the sun and into an atomic bomb. Lied to all the original Legends. Lied to Ava.

12: Leonard Snart

Pros: Had the good sense to die quickly. Also, I do enjoy him on The Flash.

Cons: Cruel and abusive to Mick almost constantly. Talk about kicking someone while they're down. He's an asshole to everyone, but the way he speaks to Mick is unforgivable.

13: John Constantine

Pros: He's a useful foil for some of the more optimistic Legends. Decent bisexual representation. Never met a weird unidentified substance he didn't want to put in his mouth.

Cons: He forced Charlie to face thousands of years worth of trauma, got Behrad and Charlie's friends killed in the process, and put the entire world at risk. Why? To save Astra, who he immediately forgot about and left to struggle on her own (again). He sent Desmond to hell. He abandoned Nora when she was a kid. He altered Spooner's memories despite knowing that having her mind messed with is a major source of trauma for her. Put the entire world at risk again by teaming up with Bishop. Lied to and manipulated Zari and had the gall to call it love. Also, if both Ava and Mick don't like you, you are clearly highly suspicious.

[peters-parker]

I love that their version of downton abbey had the poc as aristocrats and the white people as the servants

[afaims100arrowversefavs]

49. John offers to stay on “Highcastle Abbey” with Astra  (Legends of Tomorrow 5x13 The one where we’re trapped on TV)

“Astra, look at me. What have I got to show for myself? 38 crap years of pain and broken promises. You want to know what my original sin was? It was you, Astra. I rail against the angels and the demons for being arrogant bastards, but I'm worse than the bloody lot of them. You know, I thought that I could use your innocent soul as a bargaining chip to save your mother. Bollocks. If you're happy here, then I will spend an eternity as ruddy Mr. Constantine trying to make it up to you and Natalie. “

“ Is John Constantine really capable of such a selfless act? “

[ivegotthefanficinme]

The Princess and the Butler 3

Chapter 3 John Constantine X Reader A Highcastle Abbey AU

Summary: She has a troubled history and both her parents are dead. Adopted by Mrs. Logue of Highcastle Abbey she hasn’t left its grounds since she was small. A new butler by the name of Mr. John Constantine is hired and everything starts to change. Quickly betrothed to a man she does’t know. But something dark is coming for her soul… What is it about her past that makes hell want to rise up and greet her? Will she be able to save herself? Will John Constantine, the Hellblazer himself, be able to save the woman he would go to hell and back for? Or will everything they have ever known crumble around them?

Warnings: In this chapter.... Nudity, violence, threatening of rape, language, magic?, tooth rotting fluff, soft!John, almost freezing to death

Words: 2.7K

Links: Chapter 1    Chapter 2          Masterlist 

After John had left you alone in your room you locked the door and finished undressing. Finally, you sit down in the armchair facing the window in just your shift, the cool satin fabric clinging to your skin. 

For a while you just watch the sky, picking out constellations you had learned from one of the hundreds of books in the library. The stars are comforting, so far away and peaceful. Eventually, your mind wanders back to John and your predicament with the Duke. 

You shift in the chair, pulling your knees up to your chest. Whether this Duke was actually a man or a demon sent from hell, you are not going to marry him, no matter what you had to do. You had promised yourself long ago that you would marry for love, that is what your mother had wanted for you. She promised you when you were young that she would never force you to marry a man you don’t love. 

You want a man you can rely on, a man who makes your heart flutter, a man who cares, a man who is willing to do anything for the woman he loves. 

Your thoughts slip back to John and how wonderful it felt to have your face pressed to his chest and his arms wrapped around you, or how his hand felt in yours.

Moving to your bed, you strip off your shift and slide underneath the blankets, soft against your now bare body. You keep these thoughts in your head, doing everything you can to not think about Mr. Animae.

***

“You have such a beautiful face,” drawls Mr. Animae. His icy fingers brush against your cheek.

You try to move away from him, squirming in your seat, but you are unable to stand, nor move your arms to push him away from you. You are frozen unable to move as he strokes your cheek. 

His dark eyes burn into you but they are so cold.

“You will make such a fine bride, my dear. And then,” his voice lowers, “You will be all mine, your body, heart, and soul.”

His hands begin to trail lower, down your neck, then tracing the swell of your breasts through your dress. 

You try to tell him to stop but no sound seems to come out of your mouth. 

You gasp for breath as that seems to be the only thing you can do other than blink.

Mr. Animae pulls a chair up in front of you that just seemed to appear out of thin air as everything around you is dark.

“That pesky butler of yours sure does like to meddle in things he should stay out of, but then again, when has John Constantine ever minded his own business.”

You stare at Mr. Animae quite confused by this. 

“Oh,” he concludes, “You don’t actually know all that much about him do you?” He leans in closer, “Wake up.”

***

You wake up with a jolt drenched in sweat, your sheets clinging to your legs.

Suddenly, there is a knock at your door. Wondering if it is John, you slip your silk robe over your shoulders, tying the sash as you walk to the door.

You open it and jolt back surprised when you find the dark eyes of Mr. Animae staring back at you.

“Hello to you too, my dear,” he says as he pushes the door open more and steps into your room.

“Leave,” you say plainly, “This is inappropriate of you to be here.”

He only glances at you briefly before walking around examining your room. “Don’t bother ringing for your butler,” he orders as if you were his to command. 

As he stops at your vanity to pick up one of your shining trinkets, you bolt for the sash to call John. There was no way you were going to let the Duke waltz into your room to be alone with you.

You manage to give it one good tug before Mr. Animae wraps an arm around your waist and drags you away from it. 

“You will need to learn to be more obedient, little wife,” snarls Mr. Animae.

You struggle against him as he presses his chest against your back, “I will never be your wife!”

He gropes at you, your soft skin molding to his cold rough hands.

“Get your hands off me!” you exclaim trying to push his hands away, tears welling in your eyes.

His hand slides up to your neck, putting pressure harshly on your throat.

You gasp for air as he whispers in your ear, “You will obey me, after all, your body, your soul, they belong to me.”

You claw at his hand wrapped around your neck, your lungs screaming for air.

Your struggle against him is futile as you grow weaker from lack of air.

“Should I take you right here?” he asks as something hard grinds against your rear, “Break you for good?”

Whimpering in horror at his statement, tears finally slip down your cheeks. 

He murmurs something and suddenly you are frozen, unable to move or speak. Finally releasing you, he starts to tug on your robe.

Pulling at the end of the sash, it comes untied easily. You close your eyes, silently praying that John would appear and save you. Mr. Animae pushes your robe over your shoulders and it falls to the ground.

You stand there, unable to move, completely bare in front of him. He walks around you as if circling his prey, mesmerized by your curves.

He is going to ruin me, you think. Actually, you tell yourself, you are already ruined just standing in front of him completely naked. No man of any stature would risk his reputation for a soiled woman. 

Just as he moves in to catch his prize, John bursts through the door. 

Mr. Animae turns to greet him, a sly smile on his lips. It’s like the temperature in the room suddenly plummets, a small cloud from your breath hangs in the air. The cold nips and bites at your bare body, unable to move, unable to shiver, you stand there as the cold sinks into your bones. 

“I don’t believe you are needed here, Constantine. You may return to your duties as butler,” snarls Mr. Animae.

“Oh I think not,” John’s eyes sweep across you quickly, checking for any injuries before turning back to the Duke.

For a moment it’s like they just stare each other down, trying to figure out what the first move of the other will be.

John sees your lips turning blue from the cold out of the corner of his eye, “Just leave, Edex. This is not the place.”

The Duke chuckles, “Do you not want to reveal to her what you really are?”

John frowns as he peels off his white gloves and drops them to the floor. Following his gloves, he slips his evening coat off. He is disheveled, likely from trying to dress quickly and get up to your rooms. Without his coat you see his white button-down untucked from his trousers as he wears no vest, the cuff around his wrists unbuttoned, and the buttons along the front of the shirt are hastily fastened, having missed one here and there. You can see the skin of his upper chest in the moonlight.

Pushing his loose sleeves up his arms he glares at Mr. Animae, “You know what will happen if you continue this.”

“Try me,” the Duke laughs.

It feels as though frost has settled on your lips and your tears have frozen on your cheeks in the relentless cold that had descended on your room.

John suddenly stomps his foot, thrusting his bare hands out in front of him, “Ignsa.” Flames appear in his hands, dancing on his fingertips.

You long for the heat of the flames, the warmth of John’s hands against your skin.

Mr. Animae chuckles, “That’s all I needed you to do. Show her who you really are. I have such big plans.” He turns back to you stroking your cheek, “See you tomorrow little wife…” 

“Leave her be,” John warns stepping closer. 

The Duke’s hand suddenly grips your jaw harshly, “Mention a word of this to anyone, either of you, and I will kill you and everyone in his house.” With that, he pats your cheek once more and vanishes. 

The second he is gone John rushes to you muttering, “Te libero.”

With those words, you collapse to the floor shivering and shaking violently from the cold and the sobs that rack your body.

“I-I-I-” you are barely able to speak through your shivering.

“Shhh, you are safe now,” John whispers. He picks up your robe from the floor and wraps it around your shoulders.

Your trembling hands can’t even manage to grasp the edge of the fabric so John pulls it tightly around you. He sets his hands on your shoulders and closes his eyes, “Frigus ex te mitteo.”

You shudder as the cold leaves you. John brings you into a hug as tears start to slide down your face again.

“Shh, shh, you are alright now,” he gently rocks you.

“I’m ruined,” you sob.

“Hmm?”

“He has seen me…” you can’t even finish the sentence, “He-he touched me.”

John shakes his head, “No one will ever know.”

“But I will!” You still shiver occasionally, your body confused by switching from the extreme cold to the warmth of John’s body. “How could he do that, make me freeze? H-how could you do those things?”

You can barely think clearly enough to know that what the Duke did, what John did, should be impossible.

John sighs, pulling away from you. He gently brushes your hair from your face.

“The nightmares?” He asks, changing the subject, “They have been about him haven’t they?”

“How did you-“

He gives you a sad smile, “Love, I know more than I let on.”

You shakily hold your head in your hand, trying to take deep breaths.

“Yes, they have been about him…”

“And what happens in them?”

“In the first one… it was as though he was sucking out my soul… and the last one, he-he was terribly inappropriate,” you stutter out, avoiding John’s eyes.

He sighs, obviously, this news does not please him.

“What do I do, John? He has ruined my reputation and threatened to kill us all!” Tears begin to slide down your cheeks again. 

He tips your chin up so you can see his face, his fingers are warm against your skin, the rough pad of his thumb brushes the tears from your cheeks. 

“Do not worry, love. I’ll take care of him.”

“But what will you do?” You ask.

He chuckles, “Might as well tell you this now.”

You stare at him, confused.

“Are you religious?”

You hesitate, “what does this have to do-“

“Well, they all have something a little right,” John says, “Demons and Angels do exist, so does Heaven and Hell. God is more like… well Gods, truthfully, just immortals. Reincarnation is not unheard of, I once knew a bloke who was a tiger in a previous life.”

You just stare at John in shock.

“And I’m… well… A warlock, among other things. That’s why I can do things like this,” he brings his hands up to his face, whispers, “pulveres splendidos voco.” He blows a puff of air into his hands and you are showered in golden sparkles.

He gives you a sad smile, admiring how beautiful you looked with the gold shining in your hair, “I am both blessed and cursed with these abilities, love. And sometimes they only do more harm than good.”

You just sit for a moment in awe at John, “Are you truly a butler?”

He chuckles, nodding, “I am, I just have a knack for choosing employment where my enemies have decided to take up residence.”

“Do you believe me? That he must be a demon?” You whisper.

He brushes some of the sparkling dust from your cheek, “I believe you, love. I have seen things far more fantastical.”

You lean into his warm hand, your eyes meeting his brown ones.

Shivering again, you draw your robe closer to you. John shifts so he leans against the side of your bed, his arms open, he beckons you over.

“Let’s get you warmed up, love. I’m afraid you might catch your death otherwise.”

You hesitate, the things he is doing go far beyond the duties of a butler, but then again, he is your friend now. Isn’t this what friends do for each other?

You crawl up in between his legs and lean back against his chest. He wraps his arms around you, bringing you even closer. 

It’s like his warmth envelopes you, and you sink into the rich smell of smoke and him. Your eyes slide closed in bless, reveling in the steady rise and fall of his chest.

Finally, your body stops its occasional shudder since John’s warmth had fought it off. 

“How do you feel love?” His whisper is like the quiet rumbling purr of a cat.

“Mm,” you sigh, “Much better.”

The two of you sit there in silence for a few moments.

“What do we do now, John?” You ask.

“We will do what we can to either run the demon off or banish him back to hell where he belongs,” he says.

You nod, as you rest your head back in the dip between his neck and his shoulder. 

“And what about me? Why has he set his eyes on me?”

John doesn’t reply for a moment as he slowly tilts his head to rest his cheek against your forehead.

He takes in a small breath to speak but stops suddenly like he had decided against saying whatever it was.

“It is hard for me to say for sure, love....” He trails off, thinking hard on the words he is about to say. “It could be because you are the most beautiful women I have ever seen.” He was so quiet when the words slip off his tongue. 

The words go straight to your heart, and a new kind of warmth spreads through your body.  You can feel the tenseness that had suddenly appeared in his neck, shoulders, and arms. He slowly slides his hands into yours, as if he is unsure whether or not you would be welcome to his touch.

His hands almost radiate warmth as his rough fingers lace through yours. You give his hands a small reassuring squeeze, but the closeness of him makes your own heart race. You can feel his hot breath linger in the air in front of you.

“Honestly, love, I do not know what has drawn him to you, but I will tell you this,” he takes a deep breath, “I promise that I will do everything I can to make sure you do not wed that monster, and I do not take the promises I make lightly.”

Your breath hitches as his voice drops, “I may have an idea that will, at the very least, delay him. However, I will have to do a bit of reading to make sure. In the meantime, you need to get some rest love, you have had quite the night.”

He starts to pull away from you to stand. “Wait,” you say, “would you- would you please stay with me? For a little while longer at least?”

Settling back down again with you in his arms, he lets out a quiet, contented sigh.

“It has been… a long time since I was last this close to someone,” he whispers.

You smile, “And I have never been able to curl into anyone’s arms and feel safe… save for my mother and now you.”

John releases your hand and gently brushes your hair from your face, running his fingers through it in a calming manner.

“Get some rest, love. Tomorrow will be a long one,” he breathes.

Taking a deep breath, you settle yourself comfortably in his arms, feeling safe from whatever creatures may roam the night as you fall asleep.

To be continued...

A/N: Thank you all so much for reading! Sorry about the wait for this chapter, but it plenty long to make up for it. Yes, all of the Latin in this chapter is real as can be, I translated it myself, so I apologize if there are a few Latin grammatical issues! Also, I can include a translation list in future chapters if anyone is curious!

Tags: @theregalrogue​ @with-the-words-all-wrong​ @thecaptainsgingersnap​

Let me know if you want to be added to the tags!

[pelexie]

Legends of Tomorrow’s Highcastle Abbey Intro (5x13)

[fandomriderx-1]

Why did no one tell me Legends did a Downton Abbey parody???

[lorisideblog]

New Constangreen fic rec

Fate Abounds - teen and up rating

I’m not going to lie, at this point I’m trying to write this obsession out of me!

What if Constantine managed to escape from his butler TV role and met up with Gary instead?

Or from poor Gary's point of view, what if the Hot Butler from Highcastle Abbey broke into his apartment and started speaking in a funny accent? He doesn't know whether to be turned on or terrified...

Inspired by @official-stellaverse‘s post. 

[somebodyhelpthenotdeadfreds]

Gary writing Highcastle Abbey fanfic in Loomworld

“Oh, my darling, it will never work,” Mr. Constantine sighed, leaning against one of the back pillars of the mansion. One of her perfectly clean gloves came to press against his forehead in beautiful torment. “I’m sworn to take care of Highcastle Abbey, and you’ll be returning with the Tarazis to Paris in only a weeks’ time. I couldn’t possibly...”

The dashing driver smoothed back his fluffy slicked-back curls and came to stand next to Mr. Constantine, taking his free hand in his own. “Oh, my love, but what will we do if we never try?”

“But I’ve never been outside of the country, and you’re so worldly,” Mr. Constantine breathed, lowering his hand and staring into Mr. Green’s chestnut-colored eyes with own dark-colored orbs. “Oh, my darling, where will we go outside of these mansion walls?”

Mr. Green swept the butler into his arms. “Anywhere you want, my love.”

“Kiss me.”

“WEIRDO!”

Gary jumped from his chair, dropping his phone in a panic so he fell to the floor to get to it, carefully saving his process before trying to look casually sprawled out on his plain blue flooring. “I was doing - nothing.”

“Yeah, yeah, I don’t care,” Mona said dismissively, pulling on his arm. “Come with me, you need to see this episode of Highcastle.”

“But it’s a rerun, it’s -”

“No! I heard our names, we need to go!”

[ellestra]

Clone Zari

I loved everything about this episode:

From the small things - Crazy Gary’s hair, Nate getting cast in Arrow as Robin of Locksley with crossbow (that’s some crossover) and all the other crossovers, Lady Astra Logue of Highcastle Abbey, everyone’s looks on Star Trip (the shorts especially) and Planet Culdezac but most of all Dhan’s hair flip.

Through the dystopian references - the 1984 vibe, the Brazil magnifier, the High Castle call out, the Mirrorverse-like Star Trip, the communist propaganda title cards and of course Charlie/Mr Parker packing them off into those show boxes - Repress those feelings, obey the Fates and eat your mush.

To the perfect references to the TV shows it parodied - the general feel of each of them was just like the originals but the details just made the whole thing amazing - from the mush colours through the new Astra/Behrad ship.

But the best was return of both Mona - our surrogate - and most of all Zari 1.0. I did get attached to Zari 2.0 but I missed the original and this really reminded me how much. The attitude and the snark and the day saving.

EDIT because this was unclear:

And I love that Charlie’s power allowed both Zaris to exist.

One thing that still bothers me about Crisis is that it only cared about preserving the versions of heroes that we as viewers know. Their Earth-Prime personalities were overridden when J’onn gave them memories from pre-Crisis - Clark even forgot he had two teenager sons not one baby. Even with the parts of Earth-Prime life they remember they still have personalities and convictions of the versions from old Earth-1 or Earth-38 etc. And all the other versions from other universes are gone too. We basically watched a genocide.

And for many people in those universes their friends suddenly turned into different people. They even say they can’t give everyone their Earth-1 (or whatever) memories back as it would mess up too many lives and relationships (but probably should do it to Lillian to stop her from helping Lex). But it doesn’t matter because it didn’t happen to anyone we know. We got the people we cared about back.

I wondered at the beginning of this LoT season why they don’t used the device from the Spear of Destiny plotline to make everyone remember the pre-Haywood timeline. Bring the Zari we knew back. Instead the show worked to make us know new Zari as her own person. It treated both Zari’s as real with lives worth saving and people who love them. After all for Behrad and their family Zari 2.0 is the one they care about. For them her being replaced would not be improvement. I love that the show found way to treat them both as people whose lives have value.

But what about giving Mona and Gary their memories back, Charlie?

[lovevalley45]

not me having to literally go to imdb to realize the actress i recognized from the 4400 was NATALIE

[talas-first-lady]

Legends 6x14

There’s a bit of an Alice in Wonderland thing with mini Esperanza floating up to the mushroom. Idk if it was intentional or not but my general policy with this episode is to give Maisie 100% credit for everything.

So did they send Behrad away for two episodes because they thought he’d interfere with John’s entire meltdown or because he’d interfere with Astra reaching her true gay potential?

Is Astra turning herself into a snowglobe a Highcastle Abbey throwback because it feels like it probably is.

Crimes against Gideon:

John Constantine:

Used dangerous magic to drag her from the temporal zone to the space bowling alley, breaking her in the process.

Stole her in cahoots with the big bad of the season.

Season 6 is truly the toxic masculinity comes for Gideon season.

[angrypedestrian]

THE TIME IDIOTS EPISODE 515 TITLED “The EXPANDED WCU (Wig Cinematic Universe)” MY THOUGHTS:

While I wait for the show to start I just saw a commercial for The 100, and wait a sec The 100 is still on????

also still canNOT believe Luke Wilson is on this fucking stargirl show. 

what a world

Anywhoozles, bring on the chaos!!

i feel like at this point, once a year the cw execs just turn around and close their eyes and plug their ears and go to legends, you can do anything you want, you just cannot tell us for the love of god

and this is how we get shit like this

I’m glad they found a way to work Mona back in but also, what

is happening

also this is like a real hard Apple 1984 commercial vibe

THESE ARE GOOD CREDITS CAN WE KEEP THESE INSTEAD

Are they...allowed to fly that close to the sun with “Fate +”??

asdfghjkl;sdfhjgkhl;sfgdhjfgkhl ULTIMATE BUDS

This is the most I have watched of any episode of Friends

OF COURSE HE IS JOEY

oh no we cannot bring back the Nate as green arrow bit

ZARI!

MY ZARI

I LOVE YOU

Also, nick is too powerful in a multi-cam we cannot let this stand

however, shayan and tala should be allowed to do comedies after they’re done with legends, they are good

YOU CAN’T JUST SAY NOT IN THE CLOSET LIKE THAT

but also, does this trigger WB’s sniper squad because TECHNICALLY it is zari 1.0?

flying a little close to the sun, aren’t we phil

I know why they are doing the cutting between multi-cam and regular filming, but it is jarring and I do not like it

my brain is too conditioned

Dummies!!!!

call them dumb more Zari!!!

Oh, all these outfits are so good

they spent the wardrobe budget for the season on this bit

worth it

The Memorial Get It Award goes to the Highcastle Abbey aesthetic

Everyone looks so good!

oooohhhh astra/behrad is a VERY pretty coupling

inspired, living in the year 3000, etc...

John as a butler makes me lol, so thank you show

lol

but also matt clean shaven is unsettling

HMMMM DON’T WANT A MAN ASTRA

INTERESTING

iiiinnnnntttteeeerrrreesssttiiinnnnggg

Behrad shut up. I love you, but shut up

Aw yay mona and gary team up!

I am not a star trek person (though I have dated multiple star trek people lol), but I gotta give big ups to Caity and Jes for really getting the tone of their parody characters right without it just being hamfisted WE ARE DOING A STAR TREK PARODY DO YOU SEE?

Biggest of shoutouts to @starcitysirens​ out here doing the real work on the WCU (wig cinematic universe) front, actually listening to the writers’ podcast and letting us know that some of the wigs HAD been used before. 

I assume the Gromulan wigs were from the Genghis Khan ep, but lets be real, they also cut THE white wig (rip) for ava’s lewk. 

V excited to frost’s new aesthetic on flash next year lol.

though i guess maybe with green arrow done maybe they can finally afford TWO white wigs

Everyone is in a skirt or short shorts??? I am not opposed but also, is this...a nod to charlie? it must be

the vfx team being like FINALLY we can just make the shitty effects we want to and it actually works!

I don’t like that the white dude officer or whatever very intensely shipping ava and sara like that

everything about this scene is.....so stupid

just.....so stupid

The fact that it is perfectly logical is incredibly painful to me

Zari 1.0: like can I ever just catch a fucking break with this wack fucking nonsense????

JUST ONCE is all i’m asking

is it TOO MUCH to ask that I wake up in mysterious circumstances at like, an upscale hotel or some shit

oh no cul-de-sac man

i knew he was coming but i did not mentally prepare myself

sara being a cop is violence

you would be so LUCKY to end up on public access nate

REMEMBER HOW THEY ALL LOVE EACH OTHER AND HOW ZARI IS THE CONDUIT FOR MAKING THEM REMEMBER

it’s fine i’m FINE

don’t TOUCH ME

i mean nate and zari’s love wasn’t an epic romance like this but whatever it’s fine i’ll take it

they’re real pretty together

Charlie’s LOOK oh my god

Also Behrad just mentally trying to skate right by that he and nate canonically hooked up

mr. parker will help him deal with that in a very special (and gay) episode

i don’t like mr. parker’s tie and shirt combo

phil, to tala: btw you are going to be THE cruzxof all our highest concept nonsense episodes

tala: what now

phil: byyyeeeeee

IS THAT SLED A FUCKING CITIZEN KANE REFERENCE

I am...so tired

well astra, no he isn’t, not for very long, despite his best intentions

that this first commercial of this break is for friends is a crime

this ultimate buds logo....made in MS paint

the FUCKING SHORT SHORTS

truly who made this design choice

Dom showing up in the last nine minutes, truly perfect

but ALSO

asdfghjkl;sdfghjkljhgfdssafsghjkl;

dom: FINE i will do this, BUT it is the only scene i am in and i don’t have to leave my chair to do it

phil: deal

mick i’m sure gideon could grow you some hair if you’d like

she grew that mustache for ray that one time

...what flavor is the blue mush tho

is it like that blue applesauce? i like that

also....wait a sec...they couldn’t hear the laugh track in the beginning....but there was a studio audience? 

could they not...see them?

THE JACKET!

ZARI’S JACKET!

SHE’S WEARING THE GREATEST HITS

love this episode of orphan black

y’know...tala could’ve probably pulled that role off now that i think about it

NEXT WEEK: CHAOS...and sara’s canary outfit lol

gotta get the one use in per season!

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39. John‘s Upper Class Accent (Legends of Tomorrow 5.13 „The One where we’are trapped on TV“)

 In this episode we get a „Downtown Abbey“-Parody, in which Charlie trapped John and Astra. Johns usual accent is completely gone as he is incorperating a proper Butler. He is a substitute for Thomas Barrow, while, and Natalie Logue and Astra presumably substitute the Crawley family. John's first line in the episode, "We've been expecting you". was also the promotional tagline for the 2019 movie.

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The Princess and the Butler 2

Chapter 2

John Constantine X Reader

A Highcastle Abbey AU

Summary: She has a troubled history and both her parents are dead. Adopted by Mrs. Logue of Highcastle Abbey she hasn’t left its grounds since she was small. A new butler by the name of Mr. John Constantine is hired and everything starts to change. Quickly betrothed to a man she does’t know. But something dark is coming for her soul… What is it about her past that makes hell want to rise up and greet her? Will she be able to save herself? Will John Constantine, the Hellblazer himself, be able to save the woman he would go to hell and back for? Or will everything they have ever known crumble around them?

Warnings: Demons… heart melting fluff… *Slow Burn*

Words: 2.2K

Links: Chapter 1    Chapter 2(Here)   Chapter 3          Masterlist

“Mr. Constantine, she’s waking up!”

Your eyes flutter open to find the face of your ladies maid, Genevive, leaning over you. 

“Are you feeling alright, ma’am?” she asks.

You nod, waving her off as you remove the cool cloth that had been placed on your forehead.

“Mr. Constantine should be in momentarily with some tea,” Genevive says as she gathers up the bowl of water and cloth before stepping out of your room. 

You just lay there trying to process what had happened, trying to process the dream you had… not to mention the fact that you have been betrothed to a man that you are certain is a demon. 

You jump as the door of your room opens and closes.

“How are you feeling, love? You nearly had quite a fall. You are lucky I was behind you to keep you from busting your head.”

Mr. Constantine sets down the tea tray on the bedside table.

“Mr…” you stop yourself, “John, thank you, truly. I will feel much better after some tea to help get my strength back up.”

“You gave us all quite a scare, love,” he says, “May I?” He motions to the edge of the bed.

You give him a nod and he perches himself near your legs.

“You seemed a bit shaken up before you even went down to the parlor…”

“I just had a nightmare that’s all. And… well, I was not expecting Mrs. Logue to be so sudden about marrying me off. She has never spoken to me about it. I know nothing about this… man she wants me to marry,” you sigh.

John nods solemnly in understanding.

“Do you… were you able to learn anything about him? What is he like?”

He frowns, “Not much, I’m sorry love.”

You flop back onto the bed, “Oh what am I going to do? This is nothing like what I had planned for myself.”

John silently reaches out, taking your hand in his. He holds it delicately as he places his other gloved hand on top of yours. You can feel the warmth of his strong hands soaking through the pristine white of his gloves. As the heat soaks into your hand it reminds you of warming your hands by a fire. The heat feels good and calming as it travels up your arm and into your chest. It feels like it swirls around your heart for a moment before it travels on to the rest of your body. It warms you up from your toes all the way to your cheeks and the tips of your ears as they turn pink with blush. 

This firey warmth reminds you of your dream, how he had flames leaping from his fingertips, but this doesn’t scare you, in fact, the warmth finally settles in your stomach, like a good glass of whiskey.

“I gather that you want to marry for love, not for status?” John asks.

You nod as you get up the courage to lace your fingers in his. 

“I’m afraid, John.” You look away from him in shame, “I’m afraid of what my life will look like… I’m afraid of being married but so lonely. I am afraid that I will lose myself.”

He shakes his head, tightening his grip on your hand as he grins, “Do not be afraid, love. Good ole Johnny will be with ya every step of the way.”

Your heart flutters at this as you return his smile. A sudden knock at the door startles the two of you from the intimate moment.

John clears his throat, releases your hand and jumps to his feet, returning to his role of the stoic butler.

“Come in,” you sigh.

In walks Mrs. Logue with a stern frown set on her face.

“Are you alright dear? You gave us all quite a fright.”

You nod, “I am quite alright, I had not been expecting to be introduced to a suitor with no warning.”

“His arrival was a bit unexpected. I planned on telling you tonight at supper and he was to come to visit day after tomorrow.”

You frown pursing your lips together. “I do not like the idea of this. Am I supposed to marry him no matter how I feel about him?”

Mrs. Logue sighs, “You will learn to love him… or at least tolerate him. He is a duke, this would be wonderful for your status as well as for Highcastle.”

“My status? Is my status all that matters? What about what I want?”

She just shakes her head, “You must marry at some point, Y/N, just like Astra must.” She turns to leave, speaking over her shoulder, “Mr. Animae is waiting for you downstairs. He would like to go on a stroll through the gardens. Make sure you have a chaperone, would you dear?”

The door closes and you groan. 

“It’ll be alright, love,” John says. 

You turn to look at him pleadingly, “Would you please be my chaperone? You can at least make my excuses when I’ve had enough.”

He nods, “Now drink some tea and get your strength back.”

***

“Ms. Y/N may I present to you Duke Edex Animae of Avarita,” John says as he motions to the man. 

You pause for a moment on your way down the stairs, taking in the man’s appearance. Although he is finely dressed in a black suit with gold cufflinks and a gold chain from his pocket watch hanging from his jacket, his skin is oh so pale in comparison to his dark eyes, hair, and clothing. 

He bows deeply, almost too deeply. As you move to stand in front of him he leans in slightly, “May I?”

You give a short nod and he presses a kiss on one cheek and then the other. You shiver as he takes your hand setting it on his elbow to lead you out into the gardens.

His lips were cold and chapped, and his hands were just as freezing and clammy, making you long for John’s warmth.

As you walk in silence with John following a short distance behind you your mind suddenly jumps from his hands to his lips. You wonder if his lips are just as warm as his hands. Closing your eyes briefly you imagine him trailing burning kisses along your throat.

You try to shake these thoughts from your head. It is terribly inappropriate for you to be thinking of Mr. Constantine, the butler, like this.

“Ms. Y/N? Ms. Y/N?”

“Hmm?” You glance at Mr. Animae.

“Your gardens are beautiful,” he says.

You try not to wrinkle your nose as his breath wafts over you, it smells putrid, like something rotting in his stomach.

“Oh yes, thank you.”

“I was so excited to receive Mrs. Logue’s invitation. She described your beauty but her words pale in comparison to the sight before me.”

You give him a small smile as everything in you tells you to run, run away as far as you can.

“Honestly, I don’t know much about you yet, my dear, but I think you would make a beautiful bride,” the Duke says. He suddenly releases your arm and plucks a rose from the bush. 

He turns around and you shiver under his cold gaze. Poking the stem through your bun he smiles, only succeeding in making you feel even more uncomfortable.

You see drops of blood on his fingertips, he sucks them and grins. You turn away grimicing, looking to John. 

“Help,” you mouth. 

“Although we should learn a bit more about each other, I think we should be married soon, as soon as possible.”

You turn back to the Duke.

“I see… well there is much to be planned for a wedding,” you respond.

Suddenly John steps closer, glancing to the setting sun, “It is getting late, I think it’s time for Ms. Y/N to get some rest. She has had quite the day.”

You nod, “I am feeling a bit faint, Mr. Constantine, would you kindly escort me back to my room?”

He nods, playing along, “You do look rather pale.”

The Duke looks between the two of you, a glint of suspicion in his eyes.

Suddenly, the Duke’s footmen comes running into the gardens. 

Just like the Duke his skin is pale, with dark eyes and hair. Mr. Animae turns away for a moment to address the footman.

John takes his chance and leans over whispering lowly in your ear, “When he turns back pretend to faint again. I’ll catch you and carry you back to your room.”

You give him a slight nod in return.

Mr. Animae turns back to you, “Are you sure you are ready for the day to be over? The night can be so long.”

“Well…” you drawl, taking a step forward you let your knees crumple underneath you.

You close your eyes as you let yourself fall limply. You feel John’s warm hands wrap around your waist. “Oh!” you gasp.

Mr. Anime inhales sharply, “Yes, I do think she should return to her rooms. Hand her this way, I can take her if you will lead the way.”

John huffs as he lifts you into his arms. It takes everything in you to not react in disgust to this statement, instead you weakly wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in his chest. 

“That would be quite inappropriate. Please attend to your footman and your duties as duke. I will make sure Ms. Y/N returns to her room safely,” John says. 

You feel John turn, but you don’t pay much attention, mesmerized by how his hands and arms feel wrapped around you. As the sun set the air had cooled dramatically, but the warmth radiating from his chest kept the chill at bay. 

You continue to cling to him as he steps into the house.

“We are well enough away from him now, however, I will just take you upstairs, in case we run across any of the other staff, just to keep up appearances,” he whispers. 

Nodding against his long-tailed evening coat, you take in his scent, your eyes fluttering shut at the smell of smoke, food, and a tint of sherry that must have been served when Mr. Animae arrived. 

“How do you fair?” John suddenly whispers.

“This has been… a day full of twists and turns. I certainly was not expecting Mr. Animae,” you reply.

John arrives at the door of your room, twisting the handle of the door with ease, he pushes it open and carries you inside.

After setting you down on the bed, he turns to make his leave.

“John, close the door please?”

He shuts the door and turns back around with one eyebrow raised, silently questioning you. 

You sigh as you stand from the bed, moving to the window. Now the moon has risen and the stars shine brightly in the dark sky. 

“Do you… do you get a strange feeling from Mr. Animae?”

John moves to join you at the window. 

“He is certainly the strangest Duke I’ve yet to meet, love,” he says. 

You frown, turning to look at him, “I cannot marry that man. There is something so very… offputting about him.”

Turning away from the window you slide your shawl off your shoulders. Attempting to pull your stormy gray frock off, you huff in annoyance at your inability to unhook the eyelets along your back.

“Here, love, let me.”

Suddenly John’s warm hands are on you again, his pristine white gloves still cover the fingertips that trail along your shoulder before unfastening your frock.

“I’d rather not call for Genevive, she would ask far too many questions about the goings on of today.”

“Easy to understand, love.”

Your frock slips off your shoulders as John moved on to unlace the back of your corset. As it loosens you suck in a relieved breath, happy to be able to take deep breaths again. 

“Will you require anything else, Ms.?”

You shake your head as John steps away from you starting to head back to the door.

“I…” you suddenly set your hand on his shoulder, “I cannot marry him… Johnny please, you have to help me.”

He turns, smirking at you with a look in his eyes you had never seen before, confidence possibly to the point of cockiness. You had expected him to be surprised by your instigation of contact, but instead, it was just cockiness and amusement. 

“Oh trust me love, there is no need to worry.”

And with that, he slips out of your room.

To be continued...

Did you know? --- Facts I learned while researching for this chapter:

Butlers did not always wear gloves, some frowned upon it because it made them look like footmen instead of an esteemed butler. (But for the purposes of this story our wonderful, and slightly mysterious Mr. Constantine does wear gloves).

During this time (about 1913) high-class rich folk would often drink quite a lot of wine, sherry, champagne, whiskey, and scotch. 

Yes, women were still wearing corsets in 1913, the bra or ‘brassiere’ was not invented (technically patented) until November 3, 1914 by Mary Phelps Jacobs.

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A/N: Sorry it took me a little longer than expected to get this chapter done, there was a bit more research I had to do than I had been anticipating, but that’s okay! I learned lots in the process. ..... did anyone catch that Latin? Maybe some foreshadowing.....? Thank you all for reading!

Chapter 3