Ending Ancients
SUMMARY: Constantine’s out. He’s done with the occult and he’s done with magic. But when the most ancient threat to humanity steps out from the pages of legend, John finds that maybe the occult isn’t quite as done with him. And maybe, just maybe, John doesn’t have as much of a problem with that as he thinks.
CHARACTERS/PAIRING: John Constantine/OC (nonbinary)
WORD COUNT: 973
WARNINGS: Depictions of smoking
A/N: In which a basement gremlin rewrites biblical lore and ends up technically committing blasphemy in an enemies to lovers (possible) longfic.
Fire flared up from the ancient, dented lighter, creating curling smoke from where tobacco glowed.
“Listen, mate, I already told you: I’m done with that business.” Constantine took another drag of his cigarette. “You’re not goin’ to be able to just flash me somethin’ shiny and think it’ll pull me back in again all easy-like.”
Chaz rolled his eyes at the words. “I’m not saying you have to come out of retirement, John. I’m just saying you have a knack for finding trouble, and we need to find it. Fast. Signs are pointing toward us not having much time left before this demon or whatever shows up and all hell breaks loose.”
“I’m not runnin’ around lettin’ some demon get a whiff of me. That’s practically beggin’ to let the occult barge right back into me life. Now, you can grab a beer and stay for the match and not bring up anymore talk o’ demon hunting,” Constantine nudged the cooler by his feet toward his oldest friend, “or you can kindly fuck right off.”
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The ever-incredible @nellblazer was kind enough to create a brilliant cover edit for this fic idea that has left this humble writer absolutely murdered.













