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[s-pirth-lemonade]

Hellblazer and Sorcerer Supreme

[hellxdoctor]

Random aesthetic for our two warlocks

Maybe I'll do more ~

[sugar-ann]

⇝𝕋ʜᴇ ❝𝕁ᴏʜɴ❞ ℂʟᴀ𝕤ʜ ✘☠

A massive thanks to @hellxdoctor for showing me her gif and letting me create this post, I couldn’t resist but imagine John Watson’s reaction if he walked in and saw his Sherlock at the feet of another John.

Please do not repost our collaborative work and make sure to check out @hellxdoctor she’s awesome.

[dianalastartines]

HellDoctor ♥

[soldier-nation]

Stephen Strange x John Constantine

[hydelost-blog]

@hellxdoctor Headcanon:

Whenever John is about to do some dumb dangerous shit, Stephen opens a portal and snatches him- inches away from summoning a General from Hell.

Stephen: "I hope you're pleased with yourself! You could've been killed - or worse, sold what's left of your soul to some wannabe big time demon"

John: "Oh, love, if you only knew"

[mistressstrange]

John Constantine and Stephen Strange meeting. :D

So, first off I know very little about John Constantine. I have only seen the 2005 movie and the 5 episode City of Demons animation. I am looking into watching/reading more about John, but here is my first attempt. Hope you enjoy

John had found himself creeping along the warehouse wall at just past two in the morning feeling like hell had frozen over. Through the rather thin metal wall he could hear a steady chanting growing in volume, the words not quite loud enough for him to discern. His steps were careful but quick, he didn’t know exactly what ritual they would be doing from the grimoire they had stolen. John hoped rather halfheartedly that they had not decided to summon a demon. He hated dealing with demons.

John stopped for a moment to take a deep breath and rested an ear on the icy steel. Gibberish and half heard words was all he got for the sacrifice of body heat. He growled soundlessly and began moving faster. After only a few steps he staggered wildly, heart leaping, for a moment as his trench coat stuck on something and he ripped it with a sudden jerk. John froze as the tear of fabric cut the air and saw that his foot was all that had prevented the sharp metal shard from clattering with the movement.

John released a slow breath as he stepped off the loose metal and realized the noise from within had resolved itself into words. He braced himself and pressed against the chill wall to listen and see if he could figure out what they were doing.

“Proferet imperium orbis transgredi! Constituite diem magicae mundi opes pro nobis!”

At the final word, a thunderous boom shook the building and sent John sprawling over the grimy asphalt. He got to his feet in a scramble that was the direct opposite of economy of motion and flung himself at the doors of the warehouse.

“Hoary Hosts above! Who are you people!?!”

John took in the scene before him. Dark lines wormed their way over the pale concrete and transcribed runes of power and binding and servitude. A group of individuals were spaced around the center black circle where a figure lay on the floor. Those standing were garbed in long black robes and yellow hoods while the figure on the floor wore not even a stitch. Despite the urgency of the moment, John couldn’t help but let his eyes wander up the long legs to narrow hips and then to a thin chest dusted with dark hair and finally stuck on eyes that had surely seen the very birth of the universe.

“Are you just going to stand there? I’ve been kidnapped!”

Ending take 2 is below the cut.

“Are you just going to stand there?” John blinked at the sound of the man’s deep baritone that echoed with power and found himself taking a step back. The man huffed and stood before those around him could stop him. The air in the warehouse felt suddenly thick and John had his gun in hand in seconds, but wasn’t sure what to aim for.  The cloaked figures raised their hands to the nude man but the stranger was faster.

A wave of power surged from the man as he spoke spells John had never heard before. Shield of the Seraphim!  John found himself pressed against the wall of the warehouse along with the cult members, unable to move an inch as the stranger raised a hand to the ceiling. The man was silent, his goatee framing a mouth set with determination as the ceiling began to crumble down in a wave. The particles of steel and stone and plaster funneled down to the man’s hand and changed.

John was watching alchemy be done.

It took only seconds.

And now the man stood tall, clad in robes of navy blue and holding aloft a sword of glittering steel. John felt his fear rise until his eyes caught on the hilt, a twining of serpents in the age-old symbol of healing. The sword came down, held almost nonchalantly at the man’s hip.

“Now then,” the words were slow, matching the man’s pace as his eyes swept about the room to land again on John. “Who exactly were you ‘rescuing’ me from?”

John grinned at the sardonic tone and raised brow and found himself chuckling despite his still bound position.

“Come on mate! I think I provided an excellent distraction for you.”

[death-the-grim]

Do you have a twin sister? Then you must be the most beautiful girl in the world!

“What are you even jabbering on about?”

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