John Constantine x reader

The chosen one

Once again thank you MariahM121 for this lovely idea x

Just one minuets peace is all you wanted, But that never happens does it. Always something in your mind quiet literally. You didn't see the point of watching tv or listening to music you always got distracted in some way. Tonight's distraction came curtesy of your front door, your door bell constantly ringing to be exact.

You huffed, summoning the energy to go open the door. Before you stood a man wearing a trench coat and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. With out a word he invited himself inside. "Come on in" you sassed, slamming the door closed. "Alright lass, you might want to sit down for this" he spoke in his Liverpudlian accent, for some unknown reason you listened to what he said.

Walking back to your dent in the sofa, you sat down putting your feet up to get comfy. Reaching over to coffee table to pick up a bunch of grapes. The mystery man paced up and down in front of you like he was thinking very carefully how to word this. He reached up placing a hand on his neck. "Okay this might sound crazy but all the supernatural shite that you was told was all fiction, it's real" he explained still pacing up and down. "No way!" You gasped in a completely over the top way, he was too busy focusing on rambling to notice.

Well not the fact of your response was over the top or sarcastic anyway, "Stay focused luv" he affirmed stopping in his tracks. You placed a grape in your mouth, chewing as you followed the man with your eyes. He walked closer to you and dropped down to his knees in-front of you "And you come under the category of supernatural shite" he explained again keeping eye contact with you.

You almost choked on the grape "Excuse me?" You questioned with a bit of an attitude, what did he just call you? Supernatural shite, what the hell did he mean by that. The man stood up but then sat on the sofa with you, his hip touching yours. You carried on eating grapes one by one as you glared at him. "You have these amazing powers, you can see who people really are and talk to spirits" he told you, placing a hand on your thigh like he was comforting you. This was a lot of information to take in.

You just looked down at where he placed his hand. "How do you know all this?" You questioned, your gaze not moving but still continuing to eat. "I'm John Constantine luv, I know everything" he smirked, there's a fine line between being confident and cocky, right now John was on the cocky side of that line. "Look I know it's a lot to take in but I'm here for you" John comforted as his grip on your thigh tightened slightly "I know what it's like to be different, but what you can do is absolutely amazing" a slight smile pulling at his lip.

You held your gaze in his eyes, getting lost in those chocolate brown orbs. That was until, you bust out laughing. Wait did you think this was all a joke? To be fair he did sound like he was drunk and waffling about absolutely shit. "Tell me something I don't know" you chuckled popping another grape in your mouth, smirking at him. "Wait you knew?" He questioned looking confused, instantly removing his hand from you.

You giggled " yeah hard not to with my gift and thanks for classing me as supernatural shite" you commented "having dead people talking to you isn't something you can easily ignore" you leaned over his lap to reach the table, putting down the now empty grape stalk and picking up a glass of red wine. What you like grapes okay? Your action took John by surprise.

Like how comfortable you was around him, like someone had told you that you could trust him. "Oh your mum says hello and stop bloody smoking" you relayed the message, his eyes went wide in disbelief, if he didn't already know you was gifted he would have said this was absolute bollocks. Yet here you were sat on your sofa with a man your just met and his deceased mother talking to you. A typical Saturday night