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Constantine (2005)

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28.     felt at total peace with themselves and everything around them. 

28.     felt at total peace with themselves and everything around them. 

he's forty, and he's cross-faded, and zatanna is off her face on the kitchen counter, levitating mange the talking rabbit three feet off the floor. he thinks he pissed on the phantom stranger's shoes in the alley a few minutes ago, and it's a whole lot funnier than it probably should be. header and rick the vic disappeared off to the toilet longer ago than he wants to think about, and the six-foot-six giant who put the whole shindig together is slugging back tennent's super like he's a fish and it's water.

it's his birthday, and for the first time in a long fucking time, he thinks he's gonna be okay.

almost unreal now, with this much liquor warming his belly and a high that reduces his eyes to burning cinders, to think that the day started out badly — kit unexpectedly visiting family, chas on a shift he can't shake. that sinking, lonely feeling that he's getting old, because he's lived twice as long as he ever thought he would and ten years more than his mum ever did, and he doesn't know what to bloody do with himself when he's not doing magic. feeling guilty about it in a way he never has before kit; before a normal, domestic life abruptly became a real option for him.

it's a zero-sum game any way he chooses to go about it: he's forty, and he's still fucking around with forces beyond his comprehension, still trying to play a young man's game. he's forty, and he hasn't worked a regular layman's job in his entire sodding life, but if they're going to pay the rent, he'll have to strike up and stick with it, SOON. he's forty, and he sees his sister every other weekend, sees his best friend twice that, and goes to bed every night with the love of his life beside him, and none of it feels even halfway as real as the shite he sees in his nightmares.

so, one more bad birthday. why not. what's there to celebrate, anyway?

except. except THEY all seem to think it's worth celebrating, don't they? his friends. the fact that he's still got enough of them left to throw him a surprise party is enough to stone crows the world over, but that they still think of him well enough to put in the effort in the first place is . . . sort of fucking mind-boggling. they like him enough to remember his birthday in the first place, enough to pop in from hell and scotland and america and . . . wherever it is the immortal lord of the dance fucks around these days. enough to stick around and keep him company until the wee hours of the morning, if they're good for their word. ( and he knows they are. ) enough to invite the sodding swamp thing, and the fact that the big hedge even showed was more of a kick in the teeth than the fucking phantom stranger.

obviously the free booze doesn't hurt as incentive. or nigel's supercharged wacky backy, either. but any one of them could've gotten that elsewhere, if they'd felt the urge, and they chose to get it with him. he's forty, and he's got more friends than he would've ever thought possible.

jesus fuck, the nerve of them, making him sniffle at his own bloody birthday party.

he loves them all, each silly blighter.

the lord of the dance crushes another crate as easy as snapping a toothpick and laughs at some inane shite nigel is spouting on about. ellie's gone and rescued mange from the inevitable crash to the floor, holding him gingerly by the ears, but the furry git doesn't seem to mind; still effing and feffing about pulling magicians out of hats, as per usual. zatanna is utterly lost in the world of the monumentally stoned, reading the ingredients on a packet of instant oatmeal backwards like it's the most important magical text in the world. header and rick are STILL conspicuously missing, and god, he wishes he could hear what brendan finn would have to say about that one: something filthy about rick being at his best when he's on his knees, just ask god.

' mere hours into a fourth decade and you've already lost the ability to hold your liquor. jesus wept, john. '

ellie's apparently left mange to his own devices to come and join him on the sofa, sinking into the cushions at his elbow and propping her arm up on his shoulder to lazily skim her fingers along the collar of his shirt. she doesn't look halfway blotto for all she's been drinking, eyes still sharp and clear as she studies the room and its motley inhabitants with dry disinterest; she smells like cinnamon, sulfur, and asphodel, and if he didn't know better, he'd say she almost seems relaxed. ' what are you smiling so big about, anyway? you know you'll have a hell of a hangover to look forward to when all this is done. '

is he smiling? he hadn't realized. but sure enough, he lifts a hand to his face and feels the grin there, broad as a barn; feels the way it hurts his cheeks like it's been there for a long bloody while now, and it doesn't feel like it's going to go away soon, either.

fuck him. HE'S FORTY.

it's the best thing he's been in ages.

@fightwing / MOMENT IN TIME PROMPTS

[sweetwolfcupcake]

A Secret Garden

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Welcome to the secret garden of Wicked Indulgence. The themes remain dark, and the romance remains murky.

Only the universe and characters change.

Note-- This is not my main masterlist or the area of focus, I make no promises here. I cannot give it as much time as I give to my main masterlist. But this is a sweet indulgence.

So...Welcome to my secret garden, not popular like my other works but relevant to me and those who would indulge.

Be warned...This is no place for the faint-hearted or the sweet angels. Definitely not minors.

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John Wick

An introduction

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Secrets We Keep

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Wildflower-- Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII

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An Introduction

Swords in the Court: One

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Neo x Reader: Under The Skin

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The Devil's Triangle(Yandere): Tex Johnson x Reader x John Wick (and John Constantine)

With the evil geniuses: @johnwickb1tsch

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🌻— fandoms:

keanuverse, the last of us, the x-files, and marvel

🧸 — one-shots library:

the keanuverse: john wick x f!reader

🧸 — headcanons library:

the keanuverse: ted logan x teen!f!reader, ted logan x insecure!gf!reader, keanuverse x pregnant!wife!reader, john wick x sick!f!reader, john constantine x emo!gf!reader.

🧸 — reactions library:

the keanuverse: keanuverse x make-up

🧸 — inbox responses:

anonymous:

the keanuverse: keanuverse characters x pregnant!wife!reader, keanuverse characters x anxious!gn!reader

yes, our requests are open! 🤎

[djs-horny-blog-lmao]

OHOHHOH IM EATING UP YOUR ART OF LOGAN

Yum yum thanks for the surprise food :>

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>:D look i can draw

dfgkjdfg youre soooo welcome. i hardly ever draw, lately, and let alone draw smut but as im trying to improve at anatomy... well. we'll see.

i should draw myself a better header some day. i love my shirtless john constantine sketch w/ its bisexual lighting but i think it's not very thematically relevant

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[talentforlying]

priest: i don't, ah, quite know what to say to you. if you are in such terrible danger, why are you taking it all so calmly? constantine: hmh! i dunno, father. i had a bloke beaten to a pulp earlier this evening. that sound calm to you? priest: you did what...? constantine: i must've been off me bleedin' rocker. i've never done anything like it before in me life, y'know?

constantine: but there's header gets his guts blown out, and george is stickin' his head in the noose, and helen gets ... jesus, then friggin' sarah bites me head off — ! everything's coming to bits in me hands and it's so easy to just see red and now, shit, they could've killed the tosser for all i know! and now i'm just like the bastards i've hated all me life! kill him! fire him! close them down! piss all over him! screw you, i can do whatever i want! i so much as blink and you're dead, pal! i'm in charge!! ...

constantine: 'scuse me, father. i'm always like this when i don't get me own way. — hellblazer #81, "rake at the gates of hell pt. 4"

babygirl you are just....so, sooooo offputting. (and grieving, and guilty, and terrified, but yeah: offputting.)

anyway, it's issues like this one that remind me why i kind of hesitate over some of the retcons in the recent spurrier runs, like the one with him now having opened dream's pouch of sand and stolen some before they even met. because like, it's easy enough to look at john constantine now — with 70 years of worst possible choices and unresolved trauma crystallizing underneath his skin to cover up all the soft, hopeful bits where he's used to getting hit — and assign him arbiter of ill intentions, magus of wasted potential, saint of shit choices, but man . . . he was new to this, once. he was still new to this 80 issues in.

80 issues in, and he's not used to losing friends yet; he even has time enough between catastrophes to grieve each individual one. still has enough left to live for at this stage to necessitate running and hiding, instead of bodily throwing himself at the problem like he learns to later, or sitting apathetically by to do nothing except smoke and watch the world fall apart when he finally gives up. fuck, he still apologizes.

and you're telling me this guy, this soppy wet cat motherfucker hiding from the devil in a church basement, so guilty over not knowing what happened to the guy that he paid people (paid chas, so chas could pay people) to attack that the bottle he's holding in this scene isn't even his second or third........this guy's past, more innocent self lied right to the face of DREAM OF THE ENDLESS and got away with it?

hm. i just don't know about all that.

[qrownightmare]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ. . . . ⦃John Constantine⦄

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[ur-localwitch-lycus]

Happy Pride Month. John Constantine pride layout!! 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈

[djs-horny-blog-lmao]

updated my header bc i just sketched him and technically this is john constantine bc again horny abt superheroes but i like the aesthetics much more