#John Constantine x oc

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[luce-goose]

I wrote a 1.6k word fic about Zatanna confronting Constantine about his feelings for my partner's oc, would anyone here be interested in reading it?

(there will be more to come after this one)

[ninakuli]

I'll start to put some of my art work here

And art request are free open to request but I'll draw it when I have free times

I used to just write fanfic at this account but screw it, I decided put whatever I want😎

This is John in Nasty dog meme

This is my OC with John in Nasty dog meme

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Okay so I have not seen legends of tomorrow but Evelyn seems like a really cool OC, so I'd love to hear more about her!

A/N: Thank you so much! Sorry it took me so long to get to this.

First things first, I've got a character sheet for her all written out

Here's also a dialogue dump here and here

And these are the two little fics I’ve written for her; Hold Me Close and a drabble

But, if you don't want to read all of that, here are the basics

Wielder of the Flaming Sword granting her super strength, agility and healing, the gift of Sight (the ability to see one’s true form, i.e., a human’s soul or a magic’s creatures true face), and mastery of light magic

The sword itself has been passed down through the centuries with its wielder acting as a beacon of hope meant to restore faith through their actions

Basically the Cleric of the group

I've also been reworking her to be more playful from the jump with a mischievous streak to her (think Father Mulcahy)

Has a bad habit of falling for emotionally unavailable men ie. an angel who takes their duties way too seriously, a man who's whole mission is to save his wife and son from dying in the future, and another man who has so much emotional baggage he could start his own luggage store

Self sacrificing to the point of being self destructive

Trusted second in command to Rip and later Sara when she takes over

Team takes a while to get to know her, not because she is keeping a secret, but because it doesn't occur to them to ask

Known best for her reliability

Quick witted and good at getting people to smile when things get dire

Will give someone a second chance, but not a third

Good drinker and down right gifted at poker

Over all a magical powerhouse who supports her team and needs some work accepting the same help in return

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danny n john are very complicated….. but they love each other sm

[would-they-listen-to-that]

Dc lover is back…… sighhhh……

Liked your last one!!!! My playlist for eobard has grown🫶 could I get a John Constantine (dc comics/DCAU) x reader playlist❓(especially if it has some punk songs in it😼 as he was a previous punk singer lmao)

‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ welcome back, caller! Mod Cupid is also a dc lover, there's nothing to be ashamed of! <3 heeeeeeere's Johnny!

Should I Stay or Should I Go - The Clash

Breaking the Law - Judas Priest

I Wanna Be Sedated - Ramones

Ballroom Blitz - Sweet

All the Small Things - blink-182

About a Girl - The Academy Is...

Ocean Avenue - Yellowcard

Beer - Reel Big Fish

She Loves Me - Descendents

He's My Thing - Babes in Toyland

thanks for dialing in!

[sugar-and-pearls]

Christmas at the Constantine-Stark Household when it's spent in New York

tagging @tex-treasures

[zyalahmiscfandom]

Double Date at the Beach!

Izzy loves spending time with her cousin Zatanna and her grumpy feral cat boyfriend John Constantine….wait…where is Constantine?

He’s English, he doesn’t do sunshine and heat.

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the opinion for today is that john’s never really needed to be fixed and pairing him with any character for the sole purpose of “fixing” him belittles both the character and john himself. john does care a lot for people, but a lot of people want to ‘fix’ him in ships when in reality, he does care. he can be a great boyfriend who understands boundaries ( as shown with kit, for example, and dani ), but he does run away when he thinks that significant other might be in danger because of him and he’s aware of that fact ( like with oliver, in the newer constantine: the hellblazer run ).

is he an asshole? absolutely. but does he need to be ‘fixed’? no. he’s fine. he’s a decent guy, who’s willing to do just about anything for his friends and feels immense guilt if anything happens to them. he’s never needed to be a hero. he doesn’t want to be a hero. don’t force his hand into being one in the dc universe. keep him his little chaotic neutral self. has he saved the world? yes, but it’s more of a “well, no one else was going to do it” mentality and at one point, he only saves the world because there’s a lack of cigarettes and the shipments of cigarettes weren’t coming in, but that’s also because of his “well, i keep saving the world, and it keeps ending. there’s no point anymore”. poor guy, honestly.

anyways, in sum, i don’t like the whole “they can fix him” ships with john. i think it’s demeaning. can someone be with john without needing to fix him please. thanks.

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OOC: DIVINE INTERVENTIONS CHAPTER ONE HAS BEEN PUBLISHED

I'm a little nervous about posting this but...i have finally worked up the courage to start posting my Hellblazer fan story, Divine interventions, onto AO3.

You can read the first chapter HERE.

any feedback is appreciated, i have chapter 2 mostly written out so that will be posted soon too <3

happy reading dears!

[shenxhi]

~ Just took a dive in the DC universe this past few days hehehe, Have a new ocx canon, DC IS SO RAHHH ~

[luce-goose]

Zatanna takes a moment to visit Constantine while they are both in Gotham. Now they find themselves in the back alley behind a pub. Constantine gets confronted about his feelings for Sean (oc)

“Huh?” Constantine sloppily refuted the woman in front of him, saying, “No, no, it’s not like that,” while choking back the bile rising in his throat. “It’s just sex.”

Zatanna took a small step away from John to potentially save her shoes. She looked him up and down, concern and doubt written all over her face. She knew his struggles with relationships far better than most, but she also knew what it looked like when he was in love.

“You really expect me to believe that? You moved back to the United States just to be closer to this guy! The least you could do is talk to him or something!”

“What can I say? Good dick is hard to find,” Constantine mumbled into the lip of his bottle before swallowing down the last of his beer, even raising the bottle up and tilting his head back to catch the last drops on his tongue. Not that he needed to. He was too drunk to see straight.

“Are you- you’re not even listening to me right now, are you?” Zatanna crossed her arms and shook her head. She had a few drinks, but Constantine was completely trashed. She pulled the empty bottle out of his hand, causing him to stumble slightly. “You love him, don’t you?”

That question slammed into Constantine’s chest and coalesced into a ball of heat, searing into his very bones. He wasn’t laughing anymore, and Zatanna clearly knew she struck a chord. She watched silently as John collected himself, his hands clenched slightly and he gathered his drunken swaying posture as best as he could. Who did she think she was? Who cares if he did? His feelings were none of her business, and he didn’t like being poked about it.

“Look- you, you of ALL people, should know… I don- I don’t believe in love. A-and you certainly should know that even if I did, even if I did-” Constantine groaned and swayed, losing some train of thought as he fought against the swirling in his head and his gut, “Fuck- fuckit all, nevermind.”

He grumbled bitterly as he haphazardly pushed past Zatanna to stumble towards the street. Constantine was drunk, hurt, and angry, but that wasn’t anything new for him. All he cared about right now was not being here. Nothing else mattered at that moment. He didn’t have any idea where he was going, but to hell if he stayed here.

“John- wait. Where are you going?” Zatanna called after the man who had stumbled past her. She knew better than to think she’d get a response or stop him, so she followed. She knew that if he felt he couldn’t shake her, he would wear down and tell her the truth. Regardless of how their tumultuous relationship ended, she still cared about him. Constantine was her friend, and she wasn’t going to just let him walk away from something good like this.

“Anywhere but here.” Constantine grunted his response, shaking his head as Zatanna followed him. “Sod off, you ruined a perfectly good night at the pub.”

“Really?” she scoffed, holding back the urge to roll her eyes at the fucking mess of a man walking next to her. “Why can’t you just talk to me? I am the one person who understands and actually gives enough of a shit to help you! You can try to push me away all you like. It’s not going to work. I know you John. Tell me what’s going on!”

Zatanna wasn’t usually one to lose her temper, but Constantine always had a special way of pushing all of her buttons. She couldn’t believe that there was once a time where she found his mistreatment of her attractive. Oh well, we can’t all be perfect. Meanwhile, Constantine was attempting to light a cigarette despite the brutal Gotham winds. On his fifth failed attempt, he threw both items haphazardly into his pocket. The rage slowly began showing its true cause, the root of it all, pain. So, like any stray, he turned and snapped.

“No! No, Zatanna! You don’t understand! You do not!” He was standing in the middle of the sidewalk of a mostly empty street of Gotham, drunk and screaming at his ex. Constantine never liked it when he snapped, but it happens all the time. It seems like all he’s good at in times of trouble is lashing out or running away. All he wanted to do was get drunk with an old friend and look at him now. Universe has a real fucked up way of working, doesn’t it? Constantine took a sharp breath in, to keep himself upright and to fight the tears he’d claim weren’t coming. “Just because we’ve had a thing- just because-” He had to stop himself and take a shaky breath, “I can’t, Zatanna. I can’t! We- we can’t!”

He shuttered for a moment, as she stood there watching with concern. Constantine couldn’t stand it when she looked at him like that. Big beautiful eyes looking at him with such pity, it drove him crazy. “We can’t,” His voice now soft, no longer brimming with rage, “I mean it, Zatanna. It would never work, if I-” Constantine stopped abruptly, bringing a hand to his face to rub it. He was barely holding his composure with a tiny fraying string.

“John…” Zatanna spoke softly, slowly approaching him. Once she saw the opportunity to close the distance without spooking him, she gently reached over and placed her hand on his shoulder. “Why don’t we go inside somewhere, and we can talk about this later?” Constantine was a bit surprised by the touch, and taken aback slightly. He shook his head in an attempt to clear it, but that just made the world tip upside down. He likely would’ve stumbled and fell, had it not been for her hand there holding him upright. Once his vision settled to a reasonable level, he nodded in agreement. “Yep- yeah, we can definitely do that.” He said, groaning and clutching his stomach. He wasn’t going to last much longer without losing everything he worked so hard to guzzle down and would rather do so in a climate controlled bathroom rather than the cold and dirty street.

Once they had both settled down, and Constantine sobered up a little, they sat in the rundown motel room he had been renting for a few nights. He sat in a chair, sprawled out and smoking a cigarette, while Zatanna sat on the edge of the thin mattress across from him. “So, are you going to talk to me or are you going to keep wallowing in your own piss because you’re scared?”

“Jesus Christ–” Constantine sputtered out with a cough, choking up a bit on the smoke in his lungs. If anyone could deliver a head spinning blow that almost screws it back on tighter somehow, it’s Zatanna. John looked her over quickly, determining if she was bullshitting or not. She wasn’t. “Fuck. Okay, you win,” Constantine said, raising his hands defensively. The cigarette between his fingers dangled precariously, nearly slipping from his grasp before being brought back to his lips, then deposited in the ashtray.

“I’ll talk.” He was stalling as best as he could because he knew there was no backing out of this, and lying through his teeth wasn’t entirely an option, either. She was right, she knew him. “I just- it won’t ever work out how we want. If I- ugh, what am I even saying? You know my track record with relationships.” Zatanna cocked an eyebrow at this. She wasn’t buying it. Constantine heaved a sigh, shaking his head as he half assed fixed his posture. “You know what I mean, Zee. You’re the only one who’s made it out alive.”

Zatanna scoffed and rolled her eyes at this. “I’ve met too many of your flings to know that is true.”

“See?! This is exactly what I mean! You don’t understand! You don’t even give a shit, you just wanna fuckin’ lecture me!” Constantine said, throwing his hands into the air in frustration. Zatanna stood, prepared to leave if he went too far, “I do give a shit! You’re too much of a coward to actually let someone help you! If you want to talk like an adult, now’s your chance. If you want to keep being a drunken dick, I’ll walk out the door right now.”

Constantine sat in silence for once in his life, staring daggers into Zatanna, who refused to flinch from his aggression. A few seconds ticked by before he huffed out a “fine” and Zatanna sat back down. “I meant… I meant that you’re the only person I’ve actually given a shit about in a relationship who isn’t fucking dead-” His composure cracked slightly, and his voice wavered near the end. Fuck. Constantine picked his cigarette back up and began nursing it to quell his emotions. Zatanna took a deep breath and sighed, “I’m… I’m sorry, John. You cannot blame yourself for all of them.” She spoke slowly and sincerely, hoping she could calm his mind even slightly.

“Fuckin watch me.” John said, shaking his head, “I can’t. He’s too young. I can’t put him in danger like that.”

“Too young? How old is he?” Zatanna questioned, a bit surprised by the specific reason for age being a motivator. “Twenty-eight. I’m not a creep.” Constantine huffed and shook his head. “That’s not the point.” Zatanna nodded. “You’re scared of losing him. I think that alone is enough to tell you that there’s more to this.”

“Maybe you’re right, but it doesn’t change anything…” Constantine grumbled, puffing on his nearly finished cigarette. He put it out in the ashtray and sighed, turning to look at Zatanna. She looked at him softly. “Maybe it could.”

[paeyski]

Mwah. Just a doodle.

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

What fairy tales would you place your OCs in?

Okay, since I have so many OC pairings, I'm just doing the ones that came to mind first. If you want further details or are curious about another pairing, feel free to send a follow up ask. Also, just assume these are all AUs and there would be changes to each of the stories.

Also, also, I have a very limited knowledge of fairy tales, so keep that in mind.

Jules x Gabriel: Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs

Sigyn x Loki: Beauty and the Beast

Cassandra x Strange: The Little Mermaid

Lucy x Eddie: Cinderella

Morpheus x Dawn x Hob: Gawain and the Green Knight (don't worry it ends it poly)

Evelyn x John: Sleeping Beauty

Juliana x Finn: Rapunzel

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daniel n john wip….

[sugar-and-pearls]

Christmas time in the Constantine family when in London