John Constantine x reader

Runaway

"I'm sorry John, I can't"

Those were the last words you said to him before running away from him.
Thank god you wore your trainers and had your best friend waiting in the car.

It had been three years since you ran off with no explanation. You ignored john's messages, wrapping the duvet around your head when he knocked on your door. You couldn't face him, not after breaking his heart.

As time went on he left you alone accepting that this was your fate. You sat on a park bench, fiddling with the once engagement ring that lived on your necklace. You would have been Mrs Constantine for three years today if you didn't do a runner.

You felt a figure sit next to you "fuck" you muttered under your breath. Not needing to look at the man, you knew exactly who it was. The smell of cigarettes gave it away in an instant.

You both sat in silence, awkward silence might I add. Neither of you knew what to say. He didn't blame you for running, he was difficult to live with. Not only was his life dangerous but he had commitment issues. He just wished you'd spoken to him about it and not broken his heart.

Taking a deep breath you spoke first "what do you want John?" You asked, staring off into the distance. John on the other hand couldn't take his eyes off you, you still looked as beaut as the day you left. He had never cried so much over a woman before, he thought you was the one. The one to spend the rest of his life with, his soul mate.

"I miss ya lass" he declared, placing a hand on your shoulder. You flinched away "only took you three years" you replied coldly. If he really cared he would never of given up on you or at least given you some space before drawing back in your life. But three years? That's a hell of a long time to wait.

He sighed, it was true he had waited far too long to find you again. He kept tabs on you to make sure you was safe but he never stepped out of the shadows. "Why did ya run luv?" He questioned, the one thing you hoped he would never ask. But John always wanted answers, "was I that bad to be with?" He asked with a chuckle.

Typical John trying to make light of a situation. You closed your eyes remembering that day as if it was yesterday. " I was told to say away from you. If I married you I'd be putting you in danger" you began taking shaky breaths in between. "My people don't like your kind John. I ran and broke your heart or I stayed and your heart would stop" a few stray tears ran down your cheeks.

Being an angel on earth was hard enough but, falling in love with a man who was demon tainted? That was completely out of the question. Not long after you ran, you took the decision to cut off your wings. If you couldn't be happy with John you didn't want to be associated with your kind.

Of course Lucifer was more than happy to help you and keep you protected. John ran his hand over your back gently, you took in a sharp breath with he ran over your scars. They may be three years old but still fresh in your memory. "I don't care lass, I want to be with you. I don't give a shit about what an arch angel says" he declared.

Getting down on one knee in front of you. Holding your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, making you look at him. The tears building up in your eyes, threatening to spill over. "I love you Y/N, marry me?" He smiled, holding out the wedding ring he still kept after all those years.

Seen as you had your original engagement ring on a chain around your neck he had to improvise. John searched your eyes for an answer, but all he could see was sadness and pain. "Lass, your freaking me out" he whispered just so you could hear him. John would never admit that he was scared.

But your silence was scaring the crap out of him