John Constantine x reader

But dad!

School is never easy for anyone. Specially when your mother is dead and your father is hardly ever around. In your final year of high school as a senior, you was counting down the days it would all be over.

You see your not exactly human. Your mother was but your dad, now that's a whole new kettle of fish. You inherited your fathers, skills I'll call them. They were both a blessing a curse. The sills and your father.

He wasn't always around but you understood, he was doing this work to project the world and you. His world. "Come on Constantine, come with me to prom. I'll pick up tonight?" you was asked for the tenth time. Many boys had asked you to be their date but you declined.

Truth was you wasn't going to prom. You wasn't one for wearing dresses or wearing make up. Favouring a pair of black ripped jeans and a band tee. "No thanks, I have a date" you lied every time, walking away with a smile.

Arriving home your dad looked happy. Oh bollocks, what has he done now? "There's my beautiful daughter" he beamed pulling you into a hug, "the fuck have you done?" You asked, not moving a muscle. John sighed, you was defiantly his daughter. "Please don't hex me" he begged, god this was bad if he thought you was going to hex him.

Before you could question him again a female voice beat you to it. "Thought that was my job" she stated. Turning around your face lit up "auntie Zee!" You shouted pulling her into a hug. She treated you like her own daughter back when she dated John.

"And what am I over her chopped liver?" A British voice asked, looking round you saw him. The man you got into the most trouble with. "Lucifer" you smiled pulling him into your embrace. "You need to get changed darling, I'm not taking you out like that" Lucifer explained.

Now you was confused, why was your dad happy and why was Lucifer and auntie zee there? "This is for you" John handed you a rectangular piece of paper. You took it from him, reading every word. "Fuck off" you blurted out, John never pulled you up for swearing. I mean you'd be rich if he ever got a swear jar.

It all made sense now. Lucifer taking you out tonight, auntie Zee tolerating John. Your dad was sending you to prom.

Just over an hour of auntie Zee, practically ripping your hair out with a brush and pulling it in all sorts of directions. Smacking you in the face with various make up brushes. And cutting off the air to your lungs with a dress. Yes a (f/c) dress to the floor, you had a feeling Lucifer had something to do with the style.

The slit ending on your mid thigh, the neck line just holding your breasts in place. It was sexy but elegant, very sexy. John was going to have a heart attack.

"So, how do I look?" You asked, nervous. You'd never worn a dress this revealing before or so much make up. You wasn't sure if you could remember how to walk in heels but you was managing.

With one look, lucifers jaw dropped and John started choking on his drink. "Fucking hell luv"  John exclaimed after he'd stopped choking. " you look just like ya mam". This made you blush, you never knew her but saw many photos John kept. "We best get going darling" Lucifer smiled.

Holding out his arm for you to take. You smiled accepting the gesture, leaving the mill house and your crying father behind.