madimpossibledreamer

I was thinking about Kirk's ability to just throw a wrench into any plans, ever.  And realizing, hey, that sounds familiar, I wonder what–HELLBLAZER. 
Mostly based on the TV show, with more of the (unseen on TV) history, such as the history of the mad king Konstantin and the Laughing Magician.
~Dreamer~

Main Points:
Star Trek (the 2009!movie verse)/Constantine crossover
Summary: Dr McCoy is drinking in a bar when a handsome stranger walks in.  Then things get weird.
Word Count: 1021
Rating: Teen
Warnings: McCoy gets drunk (or drugged).

WARNING: MINOR TSW SPOILERS BELOW IN AUTHOR'S NOTE.
( mostly just things about the existence about certain supernatural beings, don't know how spoilery you'd find it but figured I'd warn )P.S. Characterization of the Templars comes from playing one myself, whom I'd thought was unusual...and then hearing about the massive snowball fight Templars are trying to organize in Templar Hall, right in front of Dame Julia.  Templar elders would like you to think that we're good little soldiers that follow orders.  Truth is, we're just a different brand of nuts than the Dragon.
P.P.S. Also, Public Service Announcement: Always make jokes about Orochi.  It's in good taste.

Main Points:
Hellblazer|Constantine/The Secret World crossover.
Summary: Constantine is more neutral than the Council of Venice.  Magic, innit?
Word Count: 470
Rating: Gen

           The Templars like to pretend John Constantine doesn’t exist.  Rumor has it that they’ve been headhunting—more or less literally—the man for decades.  Given the general impression of Templar agents as a bunch of naughty children doing their best to disappoint dear ol’ mummy Dame Julia, he wouldn’t be all too different from the majority, to the dismay of many of the higher-ups.  They’d also considered the ability of colleagues to not drop like flies a sort of recruitment draw, and of course there’s that driver who’s Bee-touched who’s reputedly one of his best mates, so maybe, just maybe…
           Problem is, John Constantine is a bloody contrary bastard.  He doesn’t want to get involved, doesn’t want to join any faction, and the harder they push the scarcer he makes himself.  It’s undoubtedly true he’d be an asset.  He has a habit of fixing things, dealing with demon plots and any other denizens of the Secret World and even ripples from the rise of the Filth almost as an afterthought belied by hard work and more than a share of devil’s luck and lots of alcohol, nicotine, and the smell of sex with the tang of self-loathing and the spice of regret.  The amount he accomplishes without being Bee-touched, just your average human sorcerer (never mind the fact that he’s nothing like your average human sorcerer or anyone else for that matter), is speculated to be exaggeration.  Certainly every story told at the Horned God gets more and more ludicrous, particularly after a pint or two have been involved.
           His temperament best suits the Dragon, but he’s a man who refuses to choose sides, who stands aggressively neutral between monsters and gods and the machinations of those who would seek to control the Secret World.
           Thing is, he’s more than a rumor.  He’s very, very good at keeping under the radar, and when that includes people whose business it is to know things, that’s impressive.  He’s managed to get on the bad side of Samuel Chandra (of course) but given how easily Orochi personnel die, it’s not like they need the extra push of being in Constantine’s orbit to shuffle off the mortal coil.  He’s also made enemies of a half-dozen other denizens of the Secret World, but that’s just who he is.
           While the official stance from the factions is to watch and wait with the Morninglight, it seems from the very few unsubstantiated sightings that he’s taken something about them personally and gone on some type of personal crusade. 
           But, again, remember that he doesn’t exist.  And whatever you do, don’t mention it to your superiors unless they’re Dragon.  (If they’re Dragon, go ahead and mention him if you really haven’t heard enough about the patterns chaos draws in the world, because it’s guaranteed to get another lecture.)

I wasn't too specific about things so you can go with whatever version of the King Arthur story you feel like.
~Dreamer~

Main Points:
Constantine Genderbend/legend of king arthur universe optional
Summary: Constantine really should have thought about a certain spell more...
Word Count: 810
Rating: Gen

( answer the call )

Mostly, I got the image of Jane Constantine wearing the traditional magician's assistant attire, because of course she would (probably likes the feel of the tights on her skin), and then using that to break the usual expectations (because of course she would) and then it became a thing with Dean and exploring what some "normal" not automatically combat magic from Constantine would look like.
She's so flirty.  Also, sorry for lack of good ideas for title.
~Dreamer~

Main Points:
Constantine Genderbend/Supernatural
Summary: Dean and Sam have heard of an expert that might be able to help them research their latest case, but they're not sure they're in the right place...
Word Count: 1467
Rating: Gen

 

( unexpected magic )

 

Main Points:
Constantine Genderbend
Summary: Chas as a modern-day knight is more appropriate than most think.  His love for Constantine is that of a knight for a liege--not necessarily sexual, more pure loyalty, care.
Word Count: 444
Rating: Gen

           Chas is used to surprises, but Constantine always manages to keep him on his toes.
           He walks out to what is otherwise a normal morning, opens his cab, and finds Jane bloody on the backseat.  Barely breathing by the sound of it.
           “Really, Constantine?” he asks hypothetically, and gets a moan in response.  At least he’s used to carrying her out of sticky situations.  He’s a bit worried by how little she weighs, though, and resolves to feed her more.  Fortunately, he can hide his worry underneath the aftermath of whatever this is.
           “Stabbed.  I bloody hate cultist wankers,” she mutters into his jacket, seeking the warmth.  She’s an utterly selfish woman, sometimes, but on occasion he feels it’s worth indulging her.  She needs reminders that just because he need not bow to every dumb whim, that she’s still a worthwhile person to know.
           “Anything specific about this particular wound I should know?”  He’s treated enough injuries in the past to be something of an amateur medic.
           “I’ll probably pass out for a while, and then it might be time for Lord of the Rings.”  That’s a reference he hadn’t expected, but then, Jane’s full of more surprises than usual today.  “Keep me warm.  Wrap both arms.  There’s a few saint’s bones on the mantle should keep me this side of eternity.”  And then she starts following her predictions starting off with passing out into his chest.  She seems peaceful enough.  Unmoving.  Only the movement of her chest gives any indication that she’s still alive.
           She twitches a little when he wraps her still bleeding arms, tucking a few of the bones into the wrapping.  He carefully wraps her in as many blankets as he can find. 
           It’s a good thing he likes to read.  He gets through a lot of his books like this, sitting, waiting for Jane Constantine.
           It’s about an hour or two in that she starts shivering and whimpering.  He knows that she likes to hold hands but never indulges, and it’s a perfect time to start.
           She seems to be a little calmer crushing his hand. 
           And then the seizures start.  They’re bad enough he places something between her teeth to protect her sharp tongue.
           She falls limp.  And then the moaning and screaming starts.  “So cold.  Chas.”  She is so vulnerable, which she’d hate.  But she could handle it.  Since it’s him.
           “I’m here, Jane.  I’m here.”  The words may not reach her, but he can try.  He can feel useful, for once.  Her grip only gets worse, but he can stand it.  It hurts to see her in pain like this, but he can stand that, too.

A large part of my tendency to write genderbend is that I'm trying to get a better grasp on writing dynamic female characters.  Not sure if it's working, but hey, it's worth a try.
~Dreamer~

Main Points:
Constantine Genderbend
Summary: Constantine is sulking.  Again.
Word Count: 410
Rating: Gen

         “Are you done sulking?” Chas asks as he brings in the groceries, and in response Constantine flips him off, head still not visible from where she’s flopped face down on the couch that might have been stolen from the set of Dracula.  It’s an indication of how long he’s known her that he recognizes the British version of the gesture.
         “The next time that feathery bastard shows up, I’m going to take the opportunity to file a little complaint about how his bosses decided to treat the female half of the race.”
         Chas thinks for two seconds about his reply before he answers.  It’s no use pointing out that she complains about it a lot.  “Does it hurt as bad as dying?”
         That actually gets her to move more than her hand.  She narrows her eyes as she thinks about the question.
         “It’s…I’m not sure.”  It’s rare when he can get her to shut up.  He counts it as a success.  “I remember it hurting bloody awful, but without having actually gone all the way…”  She shrugs and sits up.
         It’s normal enough for her to be speaking in innuendoes, too, which is why he doesn’t react.  Privately he suspects that part of the reason she likes him so much is that he doesn’t react to her charm.  “Are you cooking today, then?”  She’s staring hungrily at the teapot he’s setting up.
         “I thought Zed would appreciate it.”  He’s not going to say he’s cooking for her.  That’s too domestic.  Too close to home.
         She smiles one of her trickster’s smiles at him.  “Ah, but you know I’ll steal some anyway.”  She catches the cheese he throws at her, eyes sparkling.  “What am I supposed to do with this, then?”
         “Cut it into cubes.  Don’t cut yourself again.”  She grins at that—always does, at a reminder that she’s self-destructive at heart—and gets up to join him.
         “Oh, hullo, luv.  Good timing.  You don’t have long to wait for Chas’s cooking.  It’s worth selling your soul for, if you still had one.”
         “I don’t accept souls as payment,” Chas reassures, ignoring the uncomfortable reference to the loss of Jane’s soul.
         “I’m just surprised you got her to do any work,” Zed says with admiration.
         “A little tip.  He doesn’t ask.  Gives me the chance to say no,” she responds, wielding the knife in a way that makes Chas uncomfortable, but he’s not about to take it away from her.