John Constantine x reader

Danger zone

John really was playing with fire, dating his ex girlfriend's sister. He knew Zatanna would kick his ass if she ever found out. There was just one problem you looked identical. Despite being her younger sister you could fool anyone into thinking your twins.

It wasn't because you looked like zee, you was different to her. You wasn't interested in performing magic for fame or to save the world. You just wanted a normal life, what ever the hell one of those is. That's what attracted John to you, and the fact you didn't want to kill him for breaking up with your sister.

You had agreed to join zee on her latest tour of America, yes you were both homo magis but sometimes you liked to use your looks to fool people. Both of you had your hair straight as minimum stage make up on, you always hated the pants zee made you wear. They were so short they didn't leave much to the imagination. And don't get me started on the shirt, how those buttons didn't pop was a mystery.

Every show you'd go get in position in a box under the stage and as usual you always forgot your hat. It had become a bit of a pre show tradition for zee to go to your dressing room to fetch it. Only today was very different from the others. As she was about to leave the room she felt a pair of hands on her waist.

Zee spun around as fast as she could, refraining from hitting who ever it was. Even if she wanted to hit them, she wouldn't of gotten the chance as they pressed their lips against hers. She found the strength to push the person off of her, seeing someone she never wanted to see again. In this life or the next.

"John what the fuck is wrong with you?" She asked shouting at him, zee had made it very clear that hell would have to freeze over before she even considered taking him back. "Aw come on y/n, can't I surprise you?" John asked confused, they was alone and no reason for her to be a king like this. "Y/n?" Zee questioned.

Oh shit, John fucked up big time, that was zee in your dressing room. Well I guess that cats out the bag and johns up shit creek with no paddle."Zee! Long time no see!" He chuckled trying to worm himself out of the grave he was slowly digging for himself. "You better not be fucking my sister John" zee threatened with her arms folded across her chest.

Suddenly you entered your dressing room not expecting anyone to be in there. You was worried zee had forgotten to pick your hat up on her way to the stage. A stage hand had already told you the show was delayed so you decided to go back for it yourself. "That explains why the show's delayed" you voiced your thoughts with out thinking.

Zee looked at you like you'd kicked a puppy, instantly you knew. She knows everything, I'm dead meat. "Definitely want to fuck her wearing that" John muttered under his breath, "I heard that you pervert" zee scolded him. That shallow grave quickly turned into six feet underground. "Please can you hex us both after the show?" You asked

As much as she hated John right at the moment, Zee could see a change in you. You was happy, and that is all that mattered to her.