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I remember reading this amazing fanfiction years ago, and can't seem to find it anymore.

The premise was this: Lucifer decides to follow up on his comment (in the movie) about taking a vacation. Heaven commissions Constantine to basically be his keeper during his time in the living realm.

What I remember most about this fic was the incredible writing. There were beautiful descriptions of curling sigils, and winding enochian scripts.

I am desperate to read this story again. Can anyone help me find out what happened to this story?

05, [Firefly] River, sad bunny

FIC: beauty in the breakdown (1/1)

Title: beauty in the breakdown
Fandom: DC comics
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Zatanna Zatara, John Constantine, Giovanni Zatara (cameo); past Zatanna/Constantine
Rating: PGish
Word Count: ~1700
Summary: He's very clear when they first meet: "Someday I'm going to break your heart." When he's right, John Constantine is right.
Disclaimer: Characters mentioned are used without permission and are trademarks of DC Comics, Inc. I do not own them and am simply borrowing for my purposes. Please don't sue.
Notes: Events referred to are from Swamp Thing v2 #49-50 (part ii), Reign in Hell (part iii) and Blackest Night (part iv). Title is from Frou Frou's song Let Go, which I have no claims to.

in my journal or via AO3 or even on

(x-posted to all_dc_related)
annoyed face, 14, [Harry Potter] Potterpuff Snape

FIC: stop to check you out (1/1)

Title: stop to check you out
Fandom: DC comics
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Zatanna Zatara, John Constantine; hints at Zatanna/Constantine (and implied past relationship)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 300
Summary: Zatanna Zatara and John Constantine talk. While stoned. Need I say more?
Disclaimer: Characters mentioned are used without permission and are trademarks of DC Comics, Inc. I do not own them and am simply borrowing for my purposes. Please don't sue.
Notes: For the prompt, "kite, Zatanna" as part of an Alphabet Meme (which still has letters left, so do add to it if you feel the urge).

find it in my journal or via AO3 or even on

(x-posted to all_dc_related)
king of the friggin' vampires



Title: Demons 101 (1/?)
Word Count: 3,041 words
Rating: Mature (violence, not too explicit. Yet.)
Canon: Constantine, post movie
Disclaimer: Warner Bros, Vertigo, etc, you know the drill.
Characters: Balthazar, Ellie, mentions of everyone else
Summary: Balthazar finally pops out of Hell only to feel like the absent father come home at last. His office has been rearranged, his favourite armchair is gone, and the only secretary he can find is a prostitute.
Xposted @ constantine_fic

LINK: And since it was the demonic equivalent of ‘back home’, it was a lot like going back to live with your militant, Jesus Freak parents and never being allowed to leave, ever. Plus, torture.

Worth His Salt

Hello everyone!  I am a new member, and I have an offering.  

Title: Worth His Salt
Category: Humor, one-shot, 3800 words.
Fandom: Comic
Characters: John and his "bit o'strange" , Iris,
Rating: R for Language
Disclaimer:  Characters belong to DC (except Iris.  She's mine)
Summary:  John gets in some sulfur-scented trouble, Chas and Rich ring up the only person on his speed-dial who will come over to help.

Special thanks to DrayceVixen for her Cockney coaching and Beta work.


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So you got your soul back...what now?

Constantine looked at the titles of the dusty old tomes in the church, not sure what he was looking for. Endless rows of books he had to search through. It would take the rest of his life.
As he rounded to the other side of the bookshelf, a commotion startled him and he just barely caught the girl before her head hit the floor.
He kneeled next to her, books forgotten as he tried to figure out what was wrong. Her deep red hair spread out like a blood-red sun around her pale face. He looked down and saw.
Etched in her arm in deep bloody scratches, was a single name.
She opened her eyes and screamed.

John Constantine jerked awake, sheathed in cold sweat. The girl screamed like a fucking banshee. Although, given the circumstances, he probably would too.
He rolled over and looked at his alarm clock. 6:25 a.m. Early morning. But it was never too early to the half-breeds.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed, acknowledging he would never get back to sleep. This dream was just too similar to all the dreams he'd had in the last month. The same girl, a wierd connection with Mammon. He hoped the little fuck wasn't trying to break through again. He didn't want to deal with that again. Especially since Angela was gone, and she was the best psychic around in these parts. About a month ago, she'd been promoted and sent across the country to another police department. And so it was that John had bid goodbye to the woman he was coming to love.
Pulling on a white shirt and the black pants from the day before, he stuffed his wallet into his coat pocket, deciding to get a nice irish coffee from the coffee shop around the corner. Casting an eye at the runes on the doorway, he closed the door and headed down the hallway.
  • ivy03

Fic: The Third Day

Title: The Third Day
Author: Ivy
Fandom: Constantine (pre-movie)
Rating: R (for bad words)
Pairing: gen, John and Chas-centric
"The point is," Chas said reverently, "you have an honest-to-god founder of the church in your living room."

John crouched next to him, grinning. "It’s a great angle. I’ll get a much better price for him."

"You’re going to sell him?" Chas exclaimed incredulously. "You can’t – it’s St. Wilfrid!"

John grinned at him. "What did you think I was going to do with him? Consecrate communion wafers?"

Part I
Part II

x-posted to constant_hell and constatineslash