John Constantine x reader

Time flys

Your job wasn't something to be proud of but it paid the bills. You was a dancer of sorts, working in clubs late at night, you get my drift. It was your escape from your train wreck of a life. Sitting in your shared dressing room you patted your face with some powder to stop your makeup from melting under the stage lights.

You don't know why you still had a photograph of your dead boyfriend stuck on the mirror. I guess you wasn't ready to accept that fact the man you loved was gone. Taken by the devil, well that isn't what you told people. They would think you was bonkers. It has been two months since he had gone and you started at a new club. He hated you dancing in those clubs with men looking at you the way only he should.

Emotions running high as you heard a song playing, one that brought memories flooding back to you of a happier time in your life. You grabbed a bathrobe to cover yourself up and keep yourself warm. Pushing the handle on the fire door you left the club for a short break

"Thought I told you I didn't like you working here" a voice Called out to you, a voice you never thought you'd hear again "Jesus fucking Christ!" You shouted jumping at his voice, you thought you was hearing things again. That was until he stepped out from the shadows, you'd recognise that trench coat from anywhere. "No, no your dead. Chas said you died. You can't be here" you shouted

"Yet here I am in the flesh"he smirked, god he was a cocky twat. "I need to up my meds" you muttered to your self pacing up and down past the stage door. "I'm sorry I couldn't get back quicker" he apologised taking a step closer towards you. "Back from where hell?" You questioned jokingly.

John scoffed "Yeah climbed back out, third times the charm" he leaned against the door trying to get you to look at him. "You are completely crazy" you stated, walking past him but he grabbed your wrist. Stopping you in your tracks and pulling you close to him. You hands landing on his chest, his finding there way to your waist. "And your bloody beautiful" he purred in your ear.

You missed this, you missed John. Sure you was angry, you thought he was dead but the fact he was working his way back to you made your anger subside. You gazed in to his brown eyes for a moment before he locked his lips on to yours. You had almost forgotten what kissing him felt like. The taste of cigarettes and alcohol mixing on your lips

"Now that was worth waiting a few thousand years for" he smiled brushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear. " John it's been two months" you corrected him " time moves a lot faster in hell. I've been gone a lot longer than you think" he explained a saddened look in his face. It's pained him being away from you for so long but having you back in his arms again made it all worth it. "You talk to much" you told him pulling him into another kiss.