#1: FIC: 50 sentences about Sirius Black and John Constantine, PG-13
So I have written fic, everyone take cover now!
Fandom: Crossover - Hellblazer x Harry Potter
Pairing: John Constantine/Sirius Black
Theme set: Gamma
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Abuse of semicolons and hyphens.
Summary: AU. When Sirius falls through the veil he expects to fall straight to hell;
Disclaimer: All not mine.
Notes: Thanks to
ailura , brilliant beta reader. Written for
1sentence , originally.
#01 - Ring
When Sirius falls through the veil he expects to fall straight to hell; what he doesn’t expect is the sharp sound of a Muggle phone ringing, and this man, standing over Sirius with incredulity written all over his face.
#02 - Hero
“So you’re a fucking hero back in your magic world, huh?” Constantine asks later, lighting a cigarette, and Sirius thinks he can’t be any farther from the truth.
#03 - Memory
He tries to find Remus, to Apparate to Grimmauld Place, but there are no owls here, no Diagon Alley, not even a memory of the world he grew up in - only his magic remains the same.
#04 - Box
A simple Alohomora is enough for Sirius to open the box that Constantine has been struggling with for the past half an hour - it makes him drop his cigarette in surprise and, more importantly, agree to take him along for a deportation.
#05 - Run
With some luck they make it out onto the street unscathed, but judging from the awful screeching noise still coming from the building it would be better to keep running for their lives.
#06 - Hurricane
The streetlamps flicker out one after another as the hurricane - whirling, frenetic blackness - draws nearer, and they stand, huddled in a street corner, wand drawn and dragon’s breath flamethrower at the ready.
#07 - Wings
The creatures have wings that resemble a bat’s, wings that make scaly schrifting noises against each other as they jostle towards the two men, and in a moment of hysteria Sirius thinks, thank goodness Voldemort hasn’t discovered these yet.
#08 - Cold
As the creatures draw nearer, a paralysing cold takes hold of Sirius’ limbs and claws up towards his chest; he hears a distant screaming grow louder and louder in his ears.
#09 - Red
A rush of flames, unbearably hot, takes out a large number of the beasts, and before Constantine can fire another burst Sirius thinks desperately of Remus’ gently curving smile and shouts, “Expecto Patronum!”
#10 - Drink
They stumble back to Constantine’s apartment after the last of the creatures have disappeared, and settle in his kitchen for some scotch to calm their nerves.
#11 - Midnight
Past midnight, and there is paralysis; Sirius cannot move in the pressing darkness, even as Constantine leans over him, too close, too near, and asks, “Who are you, really?”
#12 - Temptation
Constantine’s skin burns under Sirius’ fingertips; there is tobacco on his breath and a hot spark of want in his eyes - Sirius, who has never stopped being cold after Azkaban, cannot resist this temptation.
#13 - View
Sirius finds that there are two ways in which one can view John Constantine: the first is with the pitying knowledge that one day, he’ll find himself completely out of his league; the second is with skin, and fingers: a touch here, here, and here.
#14 - Music
They pick through the contents of the mysterious box and find a number of things: an old grimoire, a bronze goblet, and a small music box, which plays a tune that seems vaguely familiar.
#15 - Silk
“If I’ve run out of silk cuts I will personally-” Constantine begins, not caring to finish his threat as he empties out the pockets of the pair of trousers he left on the floor the night before, while Sirius smirks at him in the doorway.
#16 - Cover
“This isn’t for me,” Constantine says, running his fingers over the cover of the Grimoire, “It’s for your return trip.”
#17 - Promise
“You want to go home, don’t you?” Constantine asks, that unspoken promise stretching between them, and Sirius thinks, not without a pang of guilt, yes, to Remus.
#18 - Dream
He dreams that Harry is calling for him, saying Sirius, Sirius Black in James’ eager, sad voice, but when Sirius tries to reply, Harry doesn’t seem to hear him.
#19 - Candle
Sirius cannot help but chuckle as Constantine lights a candle in the middle of the room and draws a circle of protection round it with an old piece of chalk, but the laughter dies on his lips when he realises that the circle is for him, while Constantine ventures out to look for a man named Papa Midnite.
#20 - Talent
“Look at me, fucking look at me!” Sirius snarls, and transforms swiftly into Padfoot.
#21 - Silence
There is a long silence as Constantine regards Padfoot incredulously, and after what seems like forever he asks, “You’re sure you’re not some sort of demon?”
#22 - Journey
Sirius realises midway on the journey to New York - (all the way to fucking New York, and that bugger didn’t even mention it) - that he would have had to stay in that circle for three whole days, at the very least, one more prison in his life of captivity.
#23 - Fire
When they finally get to what seems to be the seediest nightclub in New York; when they encounter Sirius’ first zombie, his dog-senses blaze with the knowledge that something is very wrong.
#24 - Strength
Papa Midnite is seething with rage at the sight of John Constantine, and Sirius is momentarily unsure whether he should be afraid of this strong, foreign magic, which hangs so thick in the air he can taste it with his tongue.
#25 - Mask
Constantine’s face is a mask of pain as Papa Midnite pins him to the wall, pins him through the wall, even.
#26 - Ice
Sirius ignores the gasps of surprise when he transforms back to human form; instead he says, loudly, “When you’re done shoving people against walls, I’d like to bargain with you.”
#27 - Fall
“Where do you come from?” Papa Midnite asks warily, and Sirius smiles and replies, simply, “I fell.”
#28 - Forgotten
As they negotiate the price of Papa Midnite’s services Sirius realises that he has never completely forgotten how to behave like a Black, how to command with his father’s arrogance.
#29 - Dance
This is how Papa Midnite divines the origins of the music box: Sirius watches the purple dust dance just above the surface of the lid, and grips his wand even more tightly underneath his robes.
#30 - Body
“This is not from around here: it is a soul, separated from the body,” Papa Midnite says with some relish, while Sirius seriously wonders if they’ve all lost their minds.
#31 - Sacred
“Our bargain has been made sacred, Black,” Papa Midnite reminds him, “I expect it in two days.”
#32 - Farewells
After their guarded farewells Constantine leans in towards Sirius and murmurs in his ear, “You don’t have a fucking clue what the Ace of Winchesters is, do you?”
#33 - World
The Ace of Winchesters turns out to be some sort of supernatural rifle, one that Constantine thinks he sold to a museum somewhere, but could be anywhere in the world now, really, maybe (if the rumours are true) even hell.
#34 - Formal
During the formal ceremony Sirius presents Papa Midnite with an ordinary Winchester rifle and promises that each bullet is cursed to put its victims in a full body-bind, but when Papa Midnite calls him a liar and sets his zombies on Sirius, Sirius has no choice but to shoot him in the shoulder, stupefy everyone in the room, and get the hell out of there.
#35 - Fever
They pelt down dark alleys and crowded streets, adrenaline like a fever burning past their skin.
#36 - Laugh
“Some wand you’ve got there,” Constantine is saying, and Sirius barks a laugh before wrapping an arm around him and Apparating.
#37 - Lies
“How did you do that?” Constantine demands, but Sirius just grins and says, “Ask me no questions, and I’ll tell you no lies.”
#38 - Forever
Over the remains of the scotch they didn’t manage to finish the last time around, Constantine notes that they’ll probably never be able to set foot in New York again.
#39 - Overwhelmed
Sirius watches Constantine drag a large metal tub filled with water to the window so he can catch the light of the full moon, and wonders, with a hollow ache in his chest, if he’ll ever see Remus again.
#40 - Whisper
Later, after Constantine has filled the bronze goblet with water and splashed it across the threshold of the front door, Sirius thinks he hears the whisper of something, of old magic, maybe - Sirius’ magic.
#41 - Wait
They sit in Constantine’s kitchen and wait, let time creep past them in the darkness, not bothering to fill the breathless silence between them.
#42 - Talk
Just before they step past the blackened threshold that used to be Constantine’s front door, Constantine looks sharply at Sirius and says, in a startling fit of honesty, “I don’t fucking know what I’m doing; thought I might inform you beforehand.”
#43 - Search
They walk through what seems like a no-man’s-land between worlds; after a while Sirius recognises this place as the Ministry of Magic, but not: it is a shadow of the place, empty, silent, inverted.
#44 - Hope
The series of doors is familiar - all Sirius hopes is that they will lead to the veil.
#45 - Eclipse
This is what it is: an eclipse of the senses, a fall through the dark, the curving line across two planes.
#46 - Gravity
Constantine circles the veil once, to see what is on the other side; Sirius watches the fabric flutter with the air of something distant, it tugs on him like the pull of another sphere.
#47 - Highway
A far road, a narrow walkway, a passage: it is impossible to discern if he will be walking away, or going home.
#48 - Unknown
“Piece of cloth doesn’t smell like hell,” Constantine offers helpfully, “Although if it turns out to be bloody Hades you can at least try looking around for that Ace of Winchesters.”
#49 - Lock
And then they are locked in this position for one brief moment, standing close together face-to-face, lips barely brushing - “Alohomora,” Constantine says, a prayer, a talisman, and Sirius stumbles backwards, back.
#50 - Breathe
Inside the Burrow they are still taking apart the music box; outside, Padfoot lifts his head at the familiar scent of cigarette smoke.