Magicblazer Oneshots

Cry For Me

(Title taken from: Cry For Me by TWICE. Some other songs will be referenced. And by other songs, I mean one singular other song.)

"I fucking hate you!" I yell, on the verge of a hex. "Good."

"You almost fucking die, your soul taken down to Hell, and your immediate response is "don't worry bout me"?! Why am I even fucking with you at this point?! Especially when you treat me like this!"

He chuckles, that damn chuckle that I've heard far too many times. "Honestly, Zee, I'm not too sure. All your friends hate my guts, anyway."

Honestly, I'm tempted to just hex him so much to the point where he will just drop on the floor, dead.

Too bad I can't do that.

Sadly, the world needs him alive.

"I'm going to walk out of that fucking door, John!" I threaten, my voice raising by the second. "Door's wide bloody open, darlin'!" He yells back.

"Fuck you!"

He chuckles again. "There it is, the inevitable "Fuck you!" at the end of every breakup we have. How long you think it's gonna be before we're back in bed together, Zee?" He smirks.

"Never again." I walk up to him and simply kick him in the dick.

He deserves so much more. "Bloody hell!" He cries out in pain, falling to the ground.

"That was for killing my dad, you bastard," I spit out, every feeling of resentment and hatred that I've buried under moans and kisses coming out all at once, every time that I should've told him off, hexed him, never went back with him.

Then I slammed the doors open and shut them behind me with magic, already heading for the bar.

"Hey, Kate," I greet, sitting down.

"What'd he do this time?" She asks, already sliding me a drink, already knowing why I was there at her bar, the Hold Up. "Sold his soul to four different demons within the span of thirty minutes, almost got himself killed at least five times today alone, and got himself wrapped up in a demon orgie at six in the fucking morning," I say with a heavy sigh, downing all of the alcohol she had ever-so-graciously placed in front of me. "Shit. That must be worse than usual. You usually take at least a minute to finish a drink."

"I think we're done, Kate. For good, this time."

"Good! Fucking. Good. He deserves to die alone. After all he's done to you, he deserves to die alone, lonely, and heartbroken."

"Look, I know all of you don't like him, but, I'm telling you-"

"You're the one sitting in my bar, drinking your sorrows away," she interrupts, pointing out a very valid point. "He deserves to die alone, Zee. I don't know how many times he has to break your heart or almost die, get both of you killed, five seconds away from getting damned to hell, for you to understand that."

"I- I know you-  you girls probably don't understand, but, I'm telling you, John, he might have his faults, but he's- he's a good man. Under everything, he is. He truly is."

"Yeah. We don't. Also, saying that John Constantine, self-proclaimed 'Master of the Dark Arts' has faults is a very generous compliment. What in the world were you thinking when you went back to him after he literally killed your dad?"

"That was-"

"I swear to God, if you say an accident, I'm going to throw you out of my bar on your ass," she threatens while cleaning a glass. "Killing your girlfriend's dad is not an "accident", Zee. Get that through your head. Lemme ask you this, hon, when was the last time he showed any emotion towards you? Any? You said the reason why you and him split from Nick is because he-"