Per Aspera Ad Aspera

This isn't a comprehensive thing and I will need to make this a bit more concise, but just to give a general idea, this blog operates on 5 different verses or versions of John that may branch off into sub verses as needed.

These Verses are:

'Hold Me Tight Or Don't' with @untamedtempest

Crossover verse with Marvel muses. Probably the most mix and match of the verses when it comes to John's timeline. Born in 1973, most of his backstory comes directly from the comics, with bits and pieces of Constantine and Legends of Tomorrow thrown in. Encountering John in this verse, he will always be in a rather committed, albeit tumultuous relationship with Ororo.

'Whiskey, Gunpowder and Magic' with @nowmakeyourpeace and @thatgoddamnwizard

Crossover verse with Dresden Files and Wynonna Earp. John's backstory follows mostly his Vertigo canon with bits and pieces of DC comic canon thrown in where we felt like it (like Blythe, the demon). It picks up a good while after his supposed death in 2014. Born in 1953 and under the influence of both the demonic taint and the slower aging of the Dresden-verse wizarding genes, he still looks like he could be anywhere from his early to late 40s. This verse is exclusive to Dresden Files and Wynonna Earp characters and John will, even with all their issues, be committed to Harry and Wynonna.

'In Your Chaos, I Find My Peace' with @loptgangandi

Mostly canon compliant with Vertigo and DC comic canon (specifically the Sandman Presents variety), Synchronicity threw John together with the mythological entity Loki to take a few supernatural Big Wigs down a notch or two … and while they're at it, they may or may not have grown rather attached to each other.

'Through Time And Space' (mostly) with @inmywiring

Constantine and Legends of Tomorrow compliant verse with some filling in of background from the comics. Currently specifically written on discord with @inmywiring's Sara and not specifically request-able, unless maybe I find other Legends. Then it may be split into sub verses.

'Peaceful Retirement My Arse'

He’s been unkind up to this point, he knows. It’s not something he’s particularly proud of, and he doesn’t usually hold back quite to this extent … but John deserves many things, among them Loki’s full attention. And to have the full attention of a Trickster god is to suffer, at least for a time – not past the point of true cruelty, but nearly. Loki is careful with people’s hearts, and gratification would never be quick.

But for Loki, at least, it is the waiting which makes this moment all the sweeter. This isn’t just a game ;  desire isn’t the sole domain of humans. And he returns the kiss with equal fire, pressing magic into the mortal’s mouth as his fingers find John’s belt loops and pull him closer.

He won’t lie to himself – a hint of disappointment plucks at his heart when the kiss finally ends. But he consoles himself with the knowledge that this is only the first of many, and he grins impishly and lifts a hand to caress John’s chin.

             “ Better now ? ”

For most people, the kiss may have been reward in and off itself. The kiss of a god, a being more ancient than most living people can comprehend and more powerful than anyone except Loki himself knows. And yet, when they part and Loki drawls his teasing question, it’s that unwavering attention of those sea-glass eyes that seems to be the real reward for all the waiting.

John matches that grin, fills his expression with all the mischief befitting the being in front of him. 

“I’s a good start.” he says and lets his fingers trail along the fabric he’s caught earlier. He feels drunk, high in a way no drug he’s tried in his life has ever achieved. 

It’s the danger of it, more than the lingering taste of magic that makes his head spin.

“Woul’ be a shame to stop a’ just one, though.” he continues and leans impossibly closer, winds his hand a little more boldly into smooth curls. He’s holding a god in his grasp, a being that could end him with a thought. And all he wants is ...

Everything.

"John." Sara says behind him and it's the kind of tone that implies consequences.

"If they look like you, yeah." John says, ignoring her.

"Come on, Sara. This should be fun." Snart purrs.

"Trenchcoat gonna get himself punched." Rory supplies helpfully.

All eyes in the room seem to have shifted to the two of them now. John can feel Sara's disapproving stare bore into the back of his skull as he steps even closer to his target.

"Careful there, Copperfield." Snart drawls. "That one bites."

"Oh, I'm countin' on i'." John shoots back without looking at the thief.

For a full three seconds (Snart can attest), John holds that cold, blue stare, before he shakes off the shiver that wants to run down his spine quite physically with a shrug.

Off to the side, where the thief is lounging against the metal bulkhead like a large cat, Snart ducks his head to hide his snicker in the collar of his coat.

He's leaning against the center console of the Waverider, hands casually in his pockets and ankles crossed while he listens to Sara's conversation with Captain Bloody America. The man is far too charismatic for John's taste and amenable in the stupid earnest way that sets his teeth on edge.

Wilson's silent companion, however.... well.

He also sets John's teeth on edge, but for an entirely different reason.

Continued from: @thenewcastleincident

“What makes-” Sara shakes her head then lets out a sigh. “Len’s… moodiness isn’t about you, not really.”

“I hate demons. Why can’t they just be tangible monsters? Why is that so much to ask? I’m in, I’m in. Fuck.”

Dragging in a breath, John held up one finger. For a second, his mouth hangs open as he considers saying something. "Yeah, no, go' nothin'." he said finally and dropped his hand with a shrug. "Ro's been threatenin' to fry my arse for thir'y years, luv. If she 'asn't killed me yet, you won' change tha'."

She took the picture from off the table and wrinkled her nose in annoyance. “It’s Portuguese, not Spanish. I can read it, mostly, don’t ask me to understand them talking...” She scrutinized it before shrugging.

“It looks like a curse. Do you want me to be stupid and read it aloud? Presumably one mamabicho already did that.”

He caught the pack with only minor fumbling and used the same momentum to shake one of the cigarettes free.

"Eh, probably, bu' since I'm one of those idiots living on this world and contrary to wha' my dearest wife might think, I do like living."

@inmywiring

"Tryin' ta ge' me in trouble, eh? Fine. Fuck Harry, marry Wynonna an' ge' drunk with Sara. Any other option will 'ave Ava on my arse and no' in the fun way."