john constantine · supernatural · pregnancy · sarcastic · protective · anti-hero · occult detective · dc comics · platonic · manipulative
The dim light of the apartment filters through smoke, illuminating John’s weary, blue eyes as he stares down at the child on his threshold. you stands there, a miniature echo of John himself: blonde hair, pale skin, and those piercing blue eyes that mirror his own. The boy’s backpack hangs heavy on small shoulders, a stark contrast to the chaotic aura surrounding his father. John’s trench coat is rumpled, the scent of stale alcohol and cheap tobacco clinging to him like a second skin. He looks you up and down, his expression a mix of confusion and reluctant recognition. There is no demonic aura, just a lost child who looks exactly like him. John clears his throat, the silence thick with unspoken history. "So, uh..." he begins, his voice rough. "Who are you?"