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"No Favors for Constantine" (Constantine TV/Lucifer TV; John Constantine/Lucifer Morningstar)
Title: No Favors for Constantine
Fandom: Crossover: Constantine (TV)/Lucifer (TV)
Characters: John Constantine, Lucifer Morningstar
Rating: Teen
Content Notes: Mild violence
Prompt: 02 July, ‘Lucifer and Constantine go to the beach'
No Favors for Constantine
“You look like someone got up on the wrong side of you,” the demon hunter said. “What are you doing lying on the beach, in the dark? It‘s the wrong time of day to be sunbathing, surely, and it’s not a full moon tonight, either.”
Lucifer Morningstar, lying in the sand in front of a smoldering pile of…something, cracked an eye open. Then winced and put his hand to the bruised flesh around it.
“Wrong side of my brother’s fist,” he admitted.
“Your broth—you mean Amenadiel, don’t you? I’m surprised you’re still…well, you’re not standing, are you. I’m surprised your face is still identifiably yours.”
“Very funny, John Constantine. It takes more than a few punches, even from Amenadiel, to do away with the former Devil, you know. And what, may I ask, are you doing here? Did you come just to witness my downfall? My second downfall, I should say. But actually—it’s a victory.”
Constantine didn’t know what Lucifer meant by that. Normally he’d be happy to hear Lucifer prattle on all night about anything he pleased, as long as he could continue gazing at him, his hard body, his arrogantly handsome face. As long as he could listen to that posh, buttery, baritone voice...
He hated having such a hard-on for the celestial. But of all the many, many, many things he didn’t have enough control over, his libido stood high and hard on the list. Tonight, though, there was something even more pressing on his mind.
“I need to call in the favor you owe me,” Constantine said. “I see it’s a bad time, but it’s a matter of…well, vast importance. Not only to me, but to Earth.”
“It always is with you, isn’t it?” snarked Lucifer, but he propped himself up on his elbows, and then sat up, groaning and holding his head. His eyes went wide as he fixed them on Constantine. “All right, Constantine. What do you desire of me?”
Constantine felt that pulling sensation, as if someone had gotten hold of the neuronal clusters inside his brain and were trying to untangle them. Sometimes his mind resisted when Lucifer pulled out his desires, so that he stuttered and hemmed and hawed before giving in. But not this time.
“I need you to take me to Hell. Temporarily. There’s a soul I have got to talk to there.”
Lucifer’s face suddenly contorted in discomfort. Not physical discomfort this time.
“Constantine,” he said, his voice tight. “I...I can’t.”
“What? You promised that if I did you a favor, you’d repay me with anything in your power to do!”
“That’s just it, John.” Lucifer gestured at the smoldering material behind him. “It’s not in my power.”
Constantine just stared at him, as the implications of the word Lucifer had tossed out earlier came crashing down on him — “former Devil.”
Lucifer continued. “I severed and burned my wings. I no longer have access to Hell. I’m fully committed to remaining Earthbound. For the rest of my days. Which, if the past is any indication, will last forever. Unless—“
He shut up, because Constantine was screaming.
Fandom: Crossover: Constantine (TV)/Lucifer (TV)
Characters: John Constantine, Lucifer Morningstar
Rating: Teen
Content Notes: Mild violence
Prompt: 02 July, ‘Lucifer and Constantine go to the beach'
No Favors for Constantine
“You look like someone got up on the wrong side of you,” the demon hunter said. “What are you doing lying on the beach, in the dark? It‘s the wrong time of day to be sunbathing, surely, and it’s not a full moon tonight, either.”
Lucifer Morningstar, lying in the sand in front of a smoldering pile of…something, cracked an eye open. Then winced and put his hand to the bruised flesh around it.
“Wrong side of my brother’s fist,” he admitted.
“Your broth—you mean Amenadiel, don’t you? I’m surprised you’re still…well, you’re not standing, are you. I’m surprised your face is still identifiably yours.”
“Very funny, John Constantine. It takes more than a few punches, even from Amenadiel, to do away with the former Devil, you know. And what, may I ask, are you doing here? Did you come just to witness my downfall? My second downfall, I should say. But actually—it’s a victory.”
Constantine didn’t know what Lucifer meant by that. Normally he’d be happy to hear Lucifer prattle on all night about anything he pleased, as long as he could continue gazing at him, his hard body, his arrogantly handsome face. As long as he could listen to that posh, buttery, baritone voice...
He hated having such a hard-on for the celestial. But of all the many, many, many things he didn’t have enough control over, his libido stood high and hard on the list. Tonight, though, there was something even more pressing on his mind.
“I need to call in the favor you owe me,” Constantine said. “I see it’s a bad time, but it’s a matter of…well, vast importance. Not only to me, but to Earth.”
“It always is with you, isn’t it?” snarked Lucifer, but he propped himself up on his elbows, and then sat up, groaning and holding his head. His eyes went wide as he fixed them on Constantine. “All right, Constantine. What do you desire of me?”
Constantine felt that pulling sensation, as if someone had gotten hold of the neuronal clusters inside his brain and were trying to untangle them. Sometimes his mind resisted when Lucifer pulled out his desires, so that he stuttered and hemmed and hawed before giving in. But not this time.
“I need you to take me to Hell. Temporarily. There’s a soul I have got to talk to there.”
Lucifer’s face suddenly contorted in discomfort. Not physical discomfort this time.
“Constantine,” he said, his voice tight. “I...I can’t.”
“What? You promised that if I did you a favor, you’d repay me with anything in your power to do!”
“That’s just it, John.” Lucifer gestured at the smoldering material behind him. “It’s not in my power.”
Constantine just stared at him, as the implications of the word Lucifer had tossed out earlier came crashing down on him — “former Devil.”
Lucifer continued. “I severed and burned my wings. I no longer have access to Hell. I’m fully committed to remaining Earthbound. For the rest of my days. Which, if the past is any indication, will last forever. Unless—“
He shut up, because Constantine was screaming.