Ending Ancients
SUMMARY: Constantineβs out. Heβs done with the occult and heβs done with magic. But when the most ancient threat to humanity steps out from the pages of legend, John finds that maybe the occult isnβt quite as done with him. And maybe, just maybe, John doesnβt 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.
βListen, mate, I already told you: Iβm done with that business.β Constantine took another drag of his cigarette. βYouβre not goinβ to be able to just flash me somethinβ shiny and think itβll pull me back in again all easy-like.β
Chaz rolled his eyes at the words. βIβm not saying you have to come out of retirement, John. Iβm 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.β
βIβm not runninβ around lettinβ some demon get a whiff of me. Thatβs practically begginβ 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 oβ demon hunting,β Constantine nudged the cooler by his feet toward his oldest friend, βor you can kindly fuck right off.β
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The ever-incredible @nellblazerβ was kind enough to create a brilliant cover edit for this fic idea that has left this humble writer absolutely murdered.Β





















