John get ye fuckin attack dog
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John get ye fuckin attack dog
My Tumblr feed is haunting me. If it's not JohnxChas or it's SuperBat or JohnxClark or it'll be fucking CLEX, which I JUST learned about. What's next? What else do I need to be looking out for because I can't ship ALL of them guys! I just can't.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Constantine (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chas Chandler/John Constantine Characters: John Constantine, Chas Chandler Additional Tags: they're in love but they don't talk about it (until they do), Dirty Talk, Relationship Talk, (im not sure which im more embarrassed about), either way ironically very valentine's day appropriate, Jealousy, Rough Sex, subversion of the usual vague D/s dynamic i tend to go w for this ship, sorta anyway, cw for vomiting, in the last quarter of the fic but plot significant, for the given meaning of plot here but, hard to avoid so i wanted to flag it Summary:
When he comes back out, Chas is leaning against the side of the cab, long legs stretched out in front of him, arms folded across his chest. He looks tired, but smiles once he spots John. "There you are," he calls out.
"Here I am," John agrees, walking up to him. "Didn't think I'd run off, did you?"
Chas gives him a look that says, quite clearly: You? Run?
Rec: Anamnesis by phalangine
Title: Anamnesis Author: phalangine Canon: Constantine Pairing: John Constantine/Chas Chandler Rating: Mature [🍊] Word Count: 8,376 Summary: You know the saying “pics or it didn’t happen”? That might not be
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