#layla constantine

A/N: I’M BACK!! Hey guys, sorry it took so long! So this was inspired by Nancy Mulligan by Ed Sheeran. I’m obsessed with this song. This is Layla and Dick thinking about their lives together. Enjoy!

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“We’ve been married for over sixty years now, Love.”

 “I know, dear. I was there for the party the kids threw for us. Just like you were,” the magic user recited to her now wrinkled husband. Slowly but surely the former hero had been losing his memory, little by little he was forgetting his wife and the life they had led together. Layla realised this was happening before anyone else. Of course she did, they had been married for 63 years now.

 “Right. Of course I knew that,” Dick tried to defend halfheartedly. “I was just thinking about our lives together. I’m so happy I got to spend mine with you. And all the kids of course.” Smiling fondly, Dick could only just remember some vague memories of the woman he still loved after all this time.

 ~~~~NANCY MULLIGAN~~~~

 “Nightwing!” Turning towards his father’s voice, Dick was surprised to see a person he didn't know. It wasn’t often there was someone new on The Watchtower. Especially not a girl around his own age. Walking towards his father and this new person, Dick couldn't help but be thrown back a little at the beauty of this girl, with her bright blue hair and ocean blue eyes, that had such a curious look to them.

 “Nightwing, this is Layla Constantine. Figure out what she needs and take care of it. She’ll be helping the team for now,” Batman grumbled before turning to leave. Without a goodbye, the younger man noticed.

 With the most charming smile he could muster, Dick turned to the girl. “Like the old man said, I’m Nightwing. Ignore his grumpiness, you get used to it.”

 “Layla,” the girl replied, smiling. “23, magic user and a former sidekick. Nice to meet you,” she informed, holding her hand out to Nightwing. After only a simple touch, neither could believe the energy that sparked at their contact.

 ~~~NANCY MULLIGAN~~~

 “Marry me.”

 Those two words, not even a question, was all it took for Layla to be the happiest she had ever been. A ring on her finger, much bigger than she ever expected, a yellow rose in her hand and knowing that Dick Grayson was going to be forever hers made her beyond happy. So much so, that she dragged her now fiancee to her father’s home to give him the news before anyone else.

 What she didn’t expect was for her father to say no.

 John had no real reason. Not one Layla could accept anyway. The couple’s fathers had never been on great terms, and Layla would never force them to be. She had thought that John liked Dick, that he was happy his daughter had found happiness. Apparently not.

 Dick had tried to take his proposal back. “Only until we can get everyone on board,” he had said.

 “No. I love you and I’m going to marry you,” the blue haired girl argued. “I don’t care what anyone thinks. Not even my dad,” she told him as tears fell down her face.

 A month of being depressed. A month of Dick not knowing what to do went by. Of all people, it was Jason that helped Layla take that first step to being ok.

 “Hello, family,” he yelled, barging into his brother’s apartment, not caring that he wasn’t actually invited. Spotting his favourite person and his brother on the couch, he plopped down next to them.

 “What now, Jay. We’re not in the mood,” Dick warned.

 “But I bring gifts!” Jason defended, giving a piece of paper to Layla, with a grin big enough to rival the Cheshire Cat’s.

 “Whats this Jay?” Layla asked, looking down at print out of a house.

 “Thats your house,” Jason said proudly.

 Layla and Dick were shocked into silence, leaving a grinning Jason to explain that he loved them both and felt bad for everything that had happened to them. Leading the man to go and buy the pair a house so they could start their life together.

 Layla all but jumped onto Jason to give him a bear hug, while Dick could only look over at the two best friends and smile, with a lone tear running down his face.

 ~~~NANCY MULLIGAN~~~

 Layla and Dick had gone through so much together. Eight kids, 22 grandchildren and a wonderful life together. Dick still made sure there was always at least one yellow rose in the house - he had called Layla his yellow rose ever since she fell into a bush of them on their third date.

 Looking over to his eighty-something year old wife, Dick knew that he was the luckiest man in the world. The white streak in her hair only added to her beauty, and the lines on her face told her story of love and pain.

 “I love you, Layla Grayson.”

 Looking away from her children and grandchildren playing in the garden, she looked over at her husband. Layla smiled, knowing that even with his foggy memory, his feelings would never change. He would honestly always love her.

 “I love you too, Richard Grayson. I’m so glad I met you that day on a space ship.”

Dick Grayson aesthetic, including a text to Layla and the bowl she gave him for his 18th birthday.

Drabble Challenge

@the-shadow-of-atlantis requested #11 with Layla, “If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass”.

“This is your dumbest plan yet,” Layla yelled over the roar of the engine. She and Jason were on the Bat-Plane. Because how else would you get to Metropolis? According to Jason, not any kind of normal way, that’s for sure.

“Oh, please. We’ll duck over to Metropolis, grab the angry demon spawn and get back home in time for dinner. Not an issue,” he grinned over at Layla.

“He’s going to kill you. Oh wait, nope. He’s going to kill both of us. Great. It had to be death by Damian Wayne, didn’t it?” Layla rambled, not at all happy she was dragged into bringing the youngest Wayne home. They all thought Dami would listen to her, but Layla knew better. ‘He left to hang out with his friend. Shouldn’t we encourage that?’ Layla thought.

A/N This is completely @melyaliz fault. She got this idea in my head and i haven’t been able to leave it alone :P  Its short and not great, but enjoy some Layla and Peter Parker!

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New York was magical. There was no doubt about it. But the real magic? The magic that actually did stuff? Yeah, that was in Queens. Goblins and ghouls, heroes and villains all found themselves drawn to Queens. Heading to New York, Layla knew what she was getting into. She knew that these monsters would be drawn to her own magic and wouldn’t think twice before revealing their true selves to the blue haired girl.

Layla had laid a trap, trying to lure a creature wreaking havoc over the city. Using herself as bait, Layla waited in one of the quieter and more poor areas of Queens.

“Come on. Hurry up.”

“Do you always talk to yourself?” Whipping around, Layla was face to face with a guy in unitard. Confused, she whipped out a flurry of snow onto the stranger, only to have her wrist fly backwards onto the brick wall, barely able to move it.

“Who the hell are you?”

“Thats no way to thank the person who just saved you,” The stranger spoke. He couldn’t be more than 18. “I’m your friendly neighbourhood Spiderman, by the way. Also you can make snow? Thats awesome! I have a friend who would love that! You never answered the question, by the way. I’ve been following you for 5 blocks and you’ve barely stopped muttering to yourself.”

“I wasn’t in any danger, moron! And why the hell have you been following me for 5 bloody blocks?” Layla threw back at the costumed boy, trying to free her arm.

“Like i said, I’m spiderman and its my job to protect people. I was following you because my spidey senses told me I needed to follow you. So i did. Pretty simple really.”

“Spidey senses? Uh huh. Right. Would you get this stuff off my arm now? I’m not in danger. I can take care of myself perfectly well, too. So let me go and bugger off so I can finish what I started.”

Taken aback, Peter wasn’t sure what to do. Does he let the pretty girl go and possibly get hurt or was she the danger his spidey senses was worried about? ‘When did life get so complicated?’ He wondered.

“Stop thinking so hard. It looks like your head is going to explode,” Layla didn’t know what this guy’s deal was but if she didn’t start moving again soon, the creature was going to catch up to her before her trap was properly set.

“How do I know you’re not the danger?” Peter asked.

Groaning, Layla stated the obvious. “I’m obviously not the danger because you only restrained one arm.”

“And that makes you good why…?”

“Because,” Layla started. “I could have iced you with my other hand. Hell I could have hexed you with no hands. Only my voice. You still have your free will, therefore I'm not a bad guy. Now let me go!” Layla roared, scaring the blue and red stranger.

Spiderman walked up the girl, cautiously took the webbing off her wrist and moved back slowly, trying not to anger her.

“Finally!” Rubbing her wrist, Layla started down the alleyway again, this time without a spider following her.

Peter could see the blue haired girl walking away, knowing he couldn't do anything to stop her. Despite being so intrigued by her.

“Hey!” Layla shouted getting Spiderman’s attention. Looking up curiously, he saw the girl looking at him.

“I’m Layla by the way. We’ll probably run into each other again. With us both being the good guys and all. Till next time Peter Parker.”

Before Peter could even digest that this stranger knew his name, his secret identity that only a handful of people actually knew, she had jumped into a black hole that disappeared just like the girl herself.

A/N: Hi guys!, sorry for the lack of updates, I’ve started back on full time work this week so things have been a bit hectic. Anyways, here’s the next part of the Domestic Fluff Challenge :)

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“You wash, I'll dry?”

“What? Fox, it’s your turn to wash. I washed last time.”

“No, that can’t be right…”

“Layla…”

“Don’t Layla me, Richard. It’s your turn to wash.”

Feeling like she won the argument, Layla left the kitchen to relax on the couch. After 10 minutes passed without Dick calling for her to start drying the dishes, Layla begun to feel a bit worried. This wasn’t like Dick. He always gave in when it came to the dishes. He knew Layla hated washing them, preferring to dry them and put them away where they belonged (Dick wasn’t the best at remembering where everything went).

Creeping back towards the kitchen, Layla peeked around the corner. Seeing no one there, she furrowed her brow. Walking down the hall, Layla still couldn’t find Dick. There was no sign of where he went, which wasn’t unusual for the Dark Knight’s protege. Taking her phone out she called his number, the only one she knew by heart.

No answer.

Several texts went unanswered as well. “Well, this is strange,” Layla spoke, realising she probably sounded a little crazy talking to an empty house. Calls to Wally and Dick’s brothers turned up nothing too.

Layla was worried. Dick never left the house without giving her a kiss and saying that he loved her.  Their night jobs were to dangerous to risk not saying it every time they left each other. Racing towards the front of the house, Layla quickly grabbed her keys, ready to fling the door open in search of her vigilante boyfriend. Just before she could reach it herself, the heavy door swung open.

“Fox? What are doing? And why do you have your keys?” Dick asked casually. As if he hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Because you left! That’s why, you Ass! I was worried and I was just about to leave and go search for you! That’s what I’m doing!” Out of breath from her little rant, Layla threw herself into Dick’s chest. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she felt a bit of relief hit her.

Shocked, Dick wound his own arms around His Fox, holding her tightly to himself.

“I’m sorry, Layla,” he spoke, lifting her face to look at him. “I honestly thought I would be back before you noticed I was gone.”

“Where were you then? What was so important that you had to leave without a goodbye?”

Dick felt guilt hit him like a bus. He could feel Layla shaking slightly, her anxiety practically radiating off her body.

“I was sick of us arguing, Fox. So I went to the store and ordered a dishwasher. We both hate washing dishes so I thought this would be a better option. I’m so sorry I made you worry. I really thought I’d be back before you knew I was gone.”

Looking deep into his eyes, Layla perked up. “You bought me a dishwasher? Just like that? Really?”

“Uhhh…” Dick was worrying that he made a wrong mover somewhere. Could this actually be a bad surprise?

“Because that amazing, Dick! That’s probably the most romantic thing you’ve ever done for me!”

Dick was just a little shocked. THE most romantic thing? No way. He must have done better at some point.

“If you think that’s romantic, why don’t we go to the bedroom and i can show you real romance?”

A/N: So this is a surprise for @speedypan! She’s honestly an amazing person and I'm so glad I can call her a friend. I love you Doll! This is a few snippets of Layla and Maia’s lives, I hope you enjoy!

Maia belongs to @royslittleharper

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“So you’re dating my dad?”

“Uh, yeah. I am. Are you ok with that?” Maia answered, almost dreading Layla’s response.

“I mean I guess so,” Layla spoke, looking down and her feet. “Are you ok with me being here? Like in his life… and i guess yours too now?”

Looking at the blue haired girl who suddenly looked more like a child then a 18 year old, Maia smiled.

“Of course Layla. Yeah it was a bit of a shock, but honestly I'd be really happy to have you in my life.”

“So, Layla. What do you think? Is it a good idea?”

Looking over at his daughter, John Constantine felt worry overcome him like nothing he’d ever experienced.

“Seriously Dad, this is all you. But if you want it, you have my blessing,” Layla said looking at the diamond ring in her father’s hands. “And i have a funny feeling Maia is gonna feel the same.”

Smiling at his daughter, he couldn't help but feel sad for all the time they lost before finding each other. “You’re always going to be my kid. You know that right? We missed a lot but we’re still going to make up for lost time. I’m always going to be here.”

“I know Dad,” Layla said leaning into John’s side. “I know, and I’m always going to be there for you too.”

“Pregnant?” Layla asked.

“Yeah, Maia’s pregnant. Which means you’re going to have a sibling. You ok, Layla?”

Standing next to Layla, John put an arm around his daughter’s shoulders, watching carefully incase the girl fainted or something. With a bang, Maia sauntered over to the pair, looked them up and down, then dat on the couch.

“So not only did your father get me pregnant, Layla, he got me pregnant with freaking twins! You, John Constantine, are now officially enemy number one.”

Looking over at the pale face of her father, Layla couldn’t help but giggle. “You ok, Dad?” she asked, going to snuggle into Maia’s side.

“Uh.. yeah. Wait, Maia? Did you just say bloody twins? No. No way. Take them back. Exchange them or something!” John rambled.

“John!” Maia shouted, getting the man’s attention. “That’s not how it works, Dear. Now deal with it and get me some food,” she demands, being met with a mass of giggles from Layla and a still shocked John walking towards the kitchen.

“Never again!” Maia screams.

“Bloody hell, are you sure I have to be here for this?” John asks his wife.

“Yes! You freaking have to be here! It's my fault I'm here so that makes it your fault you're here too!” Maia spoke with a deadly quiet voice, grabbing her husband’s hand even tighter, making sure he got a bit of a chill too.

“Ok, guys, there is someone named Layla asking to come in-”

“Yes. Send her in! Dear, gods, send her in!” Maia interrupts the doctor.

Hearing her from down the hall, Layla makes her way to the room holding her family. The sight is plain comical. John looks like he’s in pain, his hand is even starting to turn blue. Maia looks ready to kiss John. ‘He must have said something stupid,’ Layla thought.

“Out! John get out of here! I don’t want to see you right now. Layla come here, bubbles. I need you. You’re father is useless!”

Grinning at her step-mother, Layla goes to hold her hand. “Go, Dad. I’ll let you know if anything happens. Get a coffee or something, I think you’ll need it.”

Holding her newborn sister, Layla couldn’t stop grinning. She’d never seen anything so small, it was incredible. Looking over at her boyfriend, she saw what could be there future one day, holding a baby that was a part of them.

“Do you want to know their names?” Maia asked, shaking Layla from her thoughts.

“Of course I want to know my brother and sister’s names!” Layla whisper scolded.

“Well,” John started. “You’re little brother’s name is Rocky. Rocky Nolan,” he finished, staring down at his tiny son, sleeping in his arms.

Smiling at her little brother, Layla turned to Maia, “And this little girl’s name?”

“Well,” Maia said nervously. “We want to name her Bea.”

“Those are so beautiful!” Layla said leaning into Dick’s side. “Is Bea getting a middle name?”

“She does, but I want you to remember that we and change it if you don’t like it, Layla,” her father said, looking into her eyes.

“Ok…”

“We want to name her Bea Gypsy. After your mother. She’s the reason you’re here with us, and we wanted to honour her.”

Looking at her step-mother, Layla had a few tears running down her face. “You want to give your daughter my mother’s name? Are you sure?”

“Yeah, Layla. We’re sure. It’s a beautiful name and I wish I could have met the woman that raised you to be so amazing.”

Layla could do nothing but hug Maia as the tears streamed down her face.

Before Layla could even knock on the door, Bea and Rocky whipped it open. Grinning at her siblings, they tackled her, being careful of the pronounced bump she was carrying.

“Hey, guys. Maybe let Layla inside and then shower her with love?” Dick asked from behind her. The twins looked at eachother and nodded, grabbing one of Layla’s hands each, they led her into the kitchen.

Seeing Layla, Maia smiled, shouting into the general direction of upstairs, letting her husband know that his eldest had arrived.

“Hey, Dick? Can we go play football again?” A 6 year old Rocky asked.

“Yeah! That was fun last time!” Bea added in.

Giving his wife a sidelong glance, he saw her nod and smile over to him. “Ok guys. I guess if Layla’s ok then we’ll go play out the back.”

“Go and have some fun, Dick,” Layla encouraged, watching the twins drag him towards the yard.

Looking over at her step-mother, who was collecting everything they would need for the weekly barbeque, Layla smiled.

“You know I love you right?”

Shocked at the sudden confession, Maia turned to look at the pregnant woman. “I know, Bubbles. I love you too.”

“I mean it though. I’m so happy you found this family. You’ve made it whole. Dad and I were doing ok on our own, but you’re the one that truly made us a family.”

A/N Here’s another part to the domestic fluff challenge! I’m really loving these

Tags: @speedypan @the-shadow-of-atlantis @insideoflit

“Hi, Hun, just letting you know I’m nearly home and that I love you. Bye, Dick!”

Listening to his cheery girlfriend’s voicemail, Dick couldn’t help but smile. She was completely the light of his life.  Without doubt. Listening for the time stamp, he quickly counted Layla had been home for about 2 hours. Racing up the few steps to their shared home, Dick just wanted to hold layla in his arms and spend the rest of eternity with his blue haired beauty.

Opening the door, he wasn’t shocked to see Layla’s hair wasn’t blue, but rather her natural blonde. Since their talk about what her hair colour meant, Layla had been embracing her natural colour around the house. It was something special between the two lovers. Just for them.

What Dick didn’t expect was Layla out of breath, lying in the entryway, holding a puppy in mid air with her magic. Raising an eyebrow, Dick had no idea what to do.

“I know what you’re thinking, and that is not what's happening,” Layla spoke quietly, sitting up and bringing the puppy to her lap.

“Fox. It looks like you went to get food for your damn fish and came home with a dog.”

“...And fish food. I remembered to get the fish food.”

“Layla…”

“I know, I know,” she whispered looking down at the wide eyed puppy on her lap. “But look! He’s adorable! I couldn’t help it Dick, I really tried.”

Looking at the puppy face of both the dog and his girlfriend, Dick sat cross legged in front of her.

“What’s this guy’s story? Don’t look at me like that Layla, I know there’s a story otherwise you probably could have resisted.”

Shaking her head, Layla looked up at Dick. “I’m not that bad. Honestly. There was a rescue group at the pet shop. They told me this big sooky boy, was being trained for dog fights. He just wasn’t very good at it, that’s why he’s got a few scars, the poor baby.”

Watching how gentle Layla was with the dog, filled his heart with love. She really did love everyone and everything.

“Ok. What’s his name?”

“They were calling him Terror, but that doesn’t really suit him.” Looking over the small dog that had already captured her heart, Layla was struck with an idea. “Captain! His name is going to be Captain!”

“Captain? Really? That’s what you’re going with, Fox?”

“Yep,” Layla grinned. “Isn’t that right Captain? Do you like your new name?”

Layla being met with  big kisses from the newly named pup was all the answer he needed.

“Well,” Dick started. “I guess Captain is officially a part of the family, then.”

“I love you Dick Grayson. Completely. Thank you for letting us keep Captain, too.”

“I love you too, Layla,” he spoke, moving next to her. “You know i’d do anything for you.” Leaning into give his Fox a kiss, Dick was met with the slobbery tongue of their new family member.

A/N: here's a short little thing to get back into it. It's from this challenge, but I don't know if I'll actually do them all or a few here and there.

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Waking up was Dick’s favourite time of day. He got to take a few minutes and look over at Layla, remembering how lucky he was. He was the only one with the privilege and honour to see her so vulnerable.

Dick knew that Layla had to be up soon. She'd gone through her to do list enough times the night before that Dick could repeat it backwards. Running his fingertips down Layla's arm was always the safest way to wake the magic user, any other way could result in accidental harm for the masked hero and his face.

Rubbing her face with her hand, Layla sleepily smiled at the feeling of the white gold ring on her finger. After a minute of basking in contentment, Layla turned to face her fiancé.

“I love you,” she smiled, reaching over to stroke the side of his face.

“I'd hope so. You did agree to marry me after all,” Dick laughed. His second favourite part of the day would always be stirring Layla up. Seeing her ‘angry face’ was the most adorable thing he'd ever seen.

“I take it back. I hate you. You're too mean,” Layla giggled as she rolled away from her love.

“Will you forgive me if I offer to make breakfast?” Dick’s offer was met with a childlike nod. Smiling he gave Layla a kiss on the cheek and left the warm bed to start cooking.