John Constantine x reader

The book of mystery

Out of all the library's John had visited he had never seen one like this, a whole room dedicated to the world of the supernatural. He had waisted many a hour in this place researching with weird and the wonderful. Today was like any other, sitting at the large oak table flicking through the pile of books he had accumulated.

You also happened to spend a lot of time in this library it was like your second home. Engrossing your self into the world of the mythical and supernatural. You couldn't help but judge the man sat across from you, flicking through the books faster then the speed of light.

What was point he wasn't even reading them. You shot him a glare as you proceeded to red your book. The sound of frantic page turning was driving you mental. The leather bound cover slamming shut and another opening. Looking up from your book to shoot him another disapproving look.

Man what is this birds problem he thought to himself. Not only was his page flicking driving you up the wall, but there was something else about him that made you look him up and down. He was trying to ignore it but you was staring into what was left of his soul. Plus he fancied his chances. "What's with the look?" He asked slamming the next book closed. "You reek of magic" you spoke with out looking up from your page.

How in the hell could you know that? Unless "your gifted aren't you?" He questioned, curious. You had him hook line and sinker, interested in you. Never mind what he was looking for in the pile of books. He wanted to know everything about you. "Yup, enhanced three senses" you explained " I can see things, hear things and well you already know smell"

Huh that's a new one he didn't know magic had a smell or that gifted people could have enhanced smell. "Wow pretty and gifted, bonus" he flirted gaining an eye roll from you "you do realise you smell of hell too right?" You commented, lifting a brow. You turned your page still concentrating on the printed words.

John came to sit next to you, curious to what you was reading in this section. Looked like a book on basic incantations. "You know you smell of something else too and I can't put my finger on, oh you man whore" you realised what you could smell and wow was it strong, John couldn't help but smirk at your comment. You was very interesting to him, not only were you gifted but interested in the supernatural.

Buzzing filled the air, your phone alarm to be exact. "Looks like it's time to go" you stated placing a book mark on the page before closing the book. "I'm not going to be able to read in peace again am I?" You asked, raising a brow. Pushing the chair backwards as you stood up, "you got that right sweet cheeks" he winked "same time next week?" He asked

Johns eyes followed you as you walked to the door, the leather bound book under your arm. "You bet your Scouse arse" you smiled back.