#v: hellblazing

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@beliefruined​ 

            He occasionally got kicks out of going to random fortune tellers, seeing what new scam they’d throw his way, and usually, he didn’t care much or even remember the things they told him, but this latest one--her words wouldn’t leave him. ‘You are in hell right now, John Constantine. Something is missing in your life. Find it.’ She’d said it after turning over a card, ‘The Star’, it read, the image of the kneeling woman pouring water out into both a lake and the earth, stars shining behind her. He’d never bothered to study these things in-depth, but he could tell it was telling this woman something, that she wasn’t just bullshitting him. Or maybe he was just easy to read. 

            Undoubtedly, however, she was right. He was missing something, more than something. In reality, he was missing a lot, but only one echoed in his head repeatedly. And it was so goddamn cliche. So he went home, crossed his legs and held his palms out, open, and he let his mind drift over to wherever hers could be. 

            ❝ Can you hear me, Zee? ❞ Oh, how he hoped so.

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            chas, chas, dumb fucking chas. a blind date? really? where’d he get that idea from, some 2002 magazine for tweens? ( that was the exact question he posed, which he was not dignified with an answer ) the theory was simply that john constantine needed to get laid, to which john replied with the fact that he actually got laid quite frequently. but nevertheless, john agreed and went along. dressed in his usual, john heads for the spot, some not super fancy place, but nice enough. john figures he’ll have to resort to one of the many cards up his sleeve in order to pay for the dinner, but that kind of magic he can do in his sleep by now. 

              part of him is tempted to order a drink at the bar and leave, but what the hell, why not? he’s always been a bit of a nihilist, anyways. john looks around until someone vaguely matching the hints chas gave him catches his eye, and the bloke seems nice enough, maybe too nice? benefit of the doubt it is, then. he sits across from the man, and it already feels so fucking weird, but he’ll continue to play along.  ❝ chas set us up, i’m john, figure he never gave you my name. nice to meet ya, mate. ❞

@avocadefense​ ┊ plotted starter ! 

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WILL YOU BE MY VALENTINE?

❝  you’re a fucking bastard and you drive me mad but i love you. shit, i really love you.  ❞

             her words don’t hurt or sting as much as they just numb any and all of the pain. he can’t disagree with her on that: he is, indeed, a bastard. and he knows their relationship has its crazy ups and downs, one wild, wild roller coaster ride, but he’s strapped in tight and looking forward to every turn, every loop, every stomach churning moment. as long as it all means he gets to be with her, that they get to love each other. he would do anything for that. and john wants to be the bastard that he is and say he knows, kiss her, and make everything dissolve into the night. but instead, he drops the act, just for a moment.  ❝ i love you too, zee, ❞ he tells her, and of course she knows it already, it’s the most truthful thing that could ever come out of his liar’s mouth, but he feels the need to say it anyways.  ❝ i love you forever, no matter what, it’s always you and me in the end, isn’t it? fate’s a funny mistress. not that i’m complainin’ ❞

@maidmagic​

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        ❝ You goddamn bastard! What are you doing here, Nick? Go back to whatever hellhole you crawled out of and leave us alone, will you? Fuck. ❞

@interphrase​

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LEGACIES SENTENCE PROMPTS 

❛ I feel really sick. ❜ ( @beliefruined​ )

       John’s eyes blew wide open, logic going right out the window as his mind raced with the one possibility he was so not ready to face. He springs upright in bed, all the blood drained from his face. He’s dealt with demons, seen all the depths hell has to offer, but babies are totally not on his list of things he knows how to deal with. It’s a terrifying thought, if he’s being honest.  ❝ Uh, Zee... S’there something we should talk about? ❞ Please say it’s just food poisoning, please say it’s just food poisoning.  ❝ I’m not ready for...❞  he can’t even bring himself to say it, swallowing dry.  ❝ you know. ❞

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@beliefruined liked for a starter

       Dying, dying. Dead.                        Oops. 

         He hadn’t exactly meant to die, I mean, who does? Things just... got out of hand, a bit too out of hand. But it’s not the first time, at this point... for fuck’s sake, he’s just tired of the feeling of his soul getting sucked down to hell for the ever so hungry little demons to play with. John Constantine, the man who trapped everyone down here, is finally home for dinner. To be made into dinner. It’s an annoying feeling, to have your soul-entrails dug into and your heart bit into and your limbs ripped out of you, over and over again. He’s been through this once already, are they never going to let him rest?

         The answer is simple, John: No. You’re the bastard who sent most of them down here, they deserve a feast. And such is the fate of a doomed man. You always knew it would come to this, no end in sight to your pain and misery once the clock struck twelve on whatever stolen time you had left.

         But, his soul is resisting. It always is. It’ll let itself be eaten and re-eaten and burned and scorched and whatever else they wanna do to it, but it’ll remain a soul. If he can just... hold on for long enough. If he can find his way back to his body, back to the physical realm, but maybe... maybe it’s just too late. Maybe his time has finally come, and maybe it’s time he accepts his fate.

         John Constantine, delivered. 

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he leans in as john thinks, stealing a quick kiss that - for as confident as it seems - is gentle and tentative. a hesitation not for lack of want but for uncertainty in receipt. it's covered by a raised eyebrow at the look. smirk waiting to blow past the incident on his lips even as his hand comes away with the cigarette john had been holding moments ago. "how'd you know I was out?"

             ❝ hello to you too, handsome, ❞ he says with a small smirk that mirrors barney’s after their lips ( unfortunately ) separate. it took him by surprise, for sure, but he’s not complaining. it’s not necessarily their first kiss, but things seem to move slower with barney, so every little thing feels different than other times he’s dated. it’s strange, but good in its own, special way. john has a lot of time on his hands, anyways.  ❝ oh, you know me, got all these tricks up my sleeve, ❞ he replies, trying not to frown at the theft. a kiss and a cigarette. give and take. the universe keeping its balance. but john’ll take it back after he lets barney take a drag — one of his many hobbies is tipping the scales in his favors. 

@trickshxt​

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            doors aren’t just doors when you’re john constantine, which means when he opens the closet door, it’s not into a closet that he’ll be emerging. his intentions are a little bodega in new york, where he promised to meet someone looking to hire. but perhaps his mind is a little hazy, last night still on his mind and not allowing for a completely clear head when he casts the spell. 

             which means he ends up somewhere totally different than a new york bodega. somehow, he steps through a man instead. barney barton, of all people, he notices when he looks back, trying not to trip on his own feet. people tend to be very lousy portals, not as stable as doors.  ❝ long time no see, mate. ❞ he says in greeting, he’ll take a moment to question how the fuck this happened later, right now, he just needs a smoke. and hey, at least he’s in the right city.

@trickshxt​  ┊  plotted starter !