#helldoctor

Random aesthetic for our two warlocks

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.

@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"

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.

“What are you even jabbering on about?”