𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬, Nishana Shimizu who finally found the true significance of her life and John Constantine who experienced heaven for the first time.
[season 4 - season ? ]
A John Constantine FanFiction.
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WE WERE ALL GATHERED, at the bridge, I mean almost all of us. Zari and Ray still weren't there. The captain had detected something with the help of the magic-o-meter. Sara and Mick were sitting on the steps whilst John was standing and I was...standing as well. "And then there were six," Sara commented glancing at the two who just entered.
"Shorter bathroom lines," Zari stated. "Fair enough," I mumbled to myself. "Yeah, but no one to watch Patrick Swayze movies with," Ray said in exasperation. "If that could make you feel better, I'll volunteer!" I exclaimed, with an unusual energetic wave coursing through me.
Ray smiled at me. "Aw, thanks!"
"Nate will be back soon. In the meantime, we need to go back before the monarchy goes anarchy." Sara announced, patting Mick's back. "Never thought I'd get to meet the Queen." John Constantine said visibly more onboard than usual.
"I don't think, we're here to send the Queen to hell. And unless it's absolutely necessary, it wouldn't be wise and safe to just show up at her doorstep." I said wincing slightly, imagining us doing just that. "Nisha's right. Not gonna happen. Too risky. And besides, she's not the one setting off Ray's magic-o-meter." Sara agreed with me and got up, walking to the screen.
"The queen's favorite new band is—The Smell."
"Doesn't exist does it?" I guessed, that sometimes it's way easy to figure out stuff if we think about why they say it. "The Smell? Never heard of them, and I know every rubbish punk band there is in London, So I have to say, Nishana might be right." Constantine spoke firmly.
"That's because they didn't exist in this timeline." Said Sara.
"Gideon?"
"The Queen's cheeky jig launched The Smell's rise to stardom. They were known as much for their music as for a series of improbable anti-establishment pranks." Gideon explained, pulling up posters and articles on the screen. "All with a magical signature," Ray added.
"Okay, so we're looking for someone in the band," Zari concluded, I think Z's right. "We could be dealing with demonic possession, mind control, illusion, or maybe just the run-of-the-mill royal dementia," John said with a smirk at the last part. He walked over to Sara and looked at the screen.
"Hold on a minute. There's your magic man right there."
"Obsessed with riches, given to mischief. That Irishman there is a leprechaun." John said without any doubt, after simply looking at the band members. Pff. Seriously?
