John Constantine x reader

The former mrs constantine

One of the things John hated most was long flights, specially to the states. Another thing he hated was having to pay a visit to the devil him self. Pushing his way through the crowded lux with out a drink in his hand felt foreign to him. Having multiple women and men try to lure him into a night of pleasure, turning them down was heart rending as he stepped into the lift. Taking a deep breath he pressed the button to go up to the pent house.

You slinked across the room wearing your (f/c) dress, the silk fabric hung off your body but flattered every curve of your body. "We're going to be late!" You called out picking up your drink from the bar. "It's called being fashionably late darling" a British voice shouted from the bedroom. You chuckled to yourself taking a sip, suddenly the lift doors slid open. You wasn't expecting anyone to come and find you, was you really running that late for your celebration. "Oh you have to be fucking kidding me" John cursed walking towards you, he was the last person you would have expected to see specially tonight. "It's nice to see you too John" the words full of sarcasm as they left your lips, keeping your eyes on the la skyline out side the window.

John let out a deep chuckle "Yeah yeah what are you doing here?" He asked as he joined you at the bar, taking the drink from your hand. "Well I live here" you smirked "Yeah right and I'm the devil" scoffed John, there was no way you lived here, he knew who this place belonged to. "Now that you certainly are not Johnny boy" the devil himself affirmed as he stepped out from the bed room, his crisp navy suit fitting him perfectly. Your eyes lit up as you saw him looking so handsome. "Speak of the devil, how are ya luci?" John asked as he tore is gaze away from you.

You were great-full for lucifer keeping John occupied, you left like a piece of meat for sale when he looked at you. "Better before you came in uninvited" lucifer replied honestly, John chuckled deeply. Lucifer was always blunt with him and wouldn't like to admit he was friends with a demonologist. You sipped on your drink watching the drama unfold "Now now Luci, is that any way to treat your guest?" John asked, helping him self to a drink from the bar, you instantly walked away, moving towards a mirror.

Lucifer rolled his eyes as he sighed "I'm sorry Johnny boy but we must get to our party. Isn't that right darling?" Lucifer asked you as you picked up your lipstick to reapply, after leaving a mark on a glass. "And I'm afraid it's by invitation only" you sassed back, sweeping the bright red stick across your lips. "A Morningstar party by invitation only? You really have lost the plot" John chucked downing what ever liquid he had poured into a crystal cut glass. "Well you don't want just anyone at your wedding celebration" You stated walking back to Lucifer

You placed your arm around his back as he placed his on your waist, smiling at him with a twinkle in your eyes. "Wedding?" Questioned John, something he regretted as soon as he had gotten an answer. "Oh where are my manners! John meet Mrs (y/n) Morningstar" he introduced placing a gentle kiss on your lips. John couldn't believe he didn't notice the large diamond on your ring finger or the fact you lived in the pent house.

Honestly it hurt him a-little, they day your divorce was finalised he regretted it. You always stood by him, no matter how weird things got or how many times you had to get blood out of his white shirts. You still loved him. "You, you remarried?" He stuttered staring at you, his eyes full of hurt, the smug smile wiped off of his face. "Why was I not suppose to?" You raised a brow questioning.

Why did he even care? He was the one to file for the divorce leaving you with no home and a broken heart. You flew straight to LA to lucifer, you knew he would look after you till you could get back onto your feet. But that's not how it happened did it? A few short rebound relationships later and you fell for the handsome devil. "That's enough chit chat, we are now officially late" lucifer exclaimed like he was happy they were late or as he called it, fashionably late.

He ushered you towards the elevator to leave, he could see having John here was making you uncomfortable. John grabbed your wrist stopping you in your tracks "I still love you" he whispered, barley audible but you still heard him "it's a bit late for that John, you should have thought about it before divorcing me" you almost growled, snatching your hand away and joking your newly wed husband in the elevator to join your party.