Legends of Tomorrow One Shots

John Constantine x Reader

Y/N POV

     Hell. That's how I would describe my experience with John Constantine in one word. A little ironic since his soul belongs to the netherworld. I'd tell him to go to hell, but he'd probably just feel right at home. I just can't stand him, his snarky comments, constant flirting, and cocky attitude. It drives me crazy. Now that he's joined our ragtag group of misfits, things have just become even more hectic and chaotic than they already were.

     "Well hello there love." I snapped my head to the door of the library to see none other than the damned man himself. He stood leaning against the doorway with a cigarette sticking out of his smirking mouth.

     "What do you want Constantine?" I say turning back to the book I was currently reading. Constantine had been trying to piss me off all day, and so far, he was succeeding.

     "Can't ol' Johnny boy just give a simple hello?"

     "Not to me he can't." He stood from leaning against the door and sauntered over to the front of the desk I was sitting at. He placed his hands on the desk and looked at the book in front of me.

     "Whatcha reading there?" I quickly snapped the book closed at his words and looked up at him. He seemed taken aback by my sudden action, but then chuckled knowing that he was getting under my skin.

     "Why must you keep bothering me when you have someone like Mick who is literally a hothead?" I ask leaning back in the chair and crossing my arms.

     "Well I'm not gonna lie love, I like seeing you angry." He spoke lowly, leaning farther over the desk. I stood up and decided I had had enough of this.

     "I'm so sick of you, I don't even understand why I'm talking to you." I started to step around the desk till he grabbed my hand to stop me.

     "Oh come on love you know you love me." I yanked my hand from his grasp.

"In your dreams."

"Oh trust me, I already do." His eyes looked me up and down with the same look a drunk man at a bar would give to any woman unwantedly. I'd had enough. So I smacked him, straight across his cocky face.

     "No, you want to know exactly how I feel about you?" He reaches up to touch the side of his face, only flinching when he does due to the sting I had left.

     "Do tell." He smiles at me challenging me to get even angrier than I already was.

     "You're a pathetic joke of a man who can never take anything seriously! I've had enough of you! Enough of your words, your actions, your stupid game that you play! All you ever do is get drunk, smoke your cigarettes, and flirt with anything that walks! All you have to your name is magic, take that away and you're just a little boy again wishing to be something better! You've probably never even experienced what real pain feels like!" As soon as those words left my mouth his smile faltered and quickly became a frown. I decided it was time to leave and turned on my heel towards the exit.

     "Astra." I stopped in the doorway at the sudden name announced.

"What?" I ask while slowly turning to look at Constantine. As I see him, he looks completely different from the man he was 15 seconds ago. He was looking down at the ground with his hands in his pockets and his shoulders hunched in pain.

"That's mine."

"Your what?" I asked becoming impatient.

"Real pain." He looked up at me, and upon seeing my look of confusion, he continued. "She was a little girl who was possessed by a demon. Some old friends and I used to be a group of sorcerers and decided to help her. Me being the cocky young man I was, decided to resolve the situation myself by summoning an even stronger demon to try to deal with it. Nergal. He killed the demon that was inside Astra then..." Constantine looked hurt, broken even. Whatever happened that day still haunts him now. "Nergal killed Astra, damned her to hell for all eternity." I reached up and covered my mouth, realising what memories I had just brought back into his mind. "And it was all my fault." He said with hatred for himself.

"Constantine, I...I'm sorry. I didn't know..."

"How could you have known? How could you have known that this sad ol' wanker basically murdered a child?" Tears threatened to fall from my eyes, but I resisted them as much as possible. "My colleagues all left and decided to forget about me and that day forever. So I did what I do best. I drank, I smoked, I did anything I could to hide from those memories. Pouring all of myself into my work and vices because I know no matter what I do or who I help, it'll never be enough to make up for what I did to that little girl. Now how's that for real pain?"

By this point, a few of my tears were slowly falling down my cheek. I had been so angry at John all this time and never even thought about what he may have gone through in his life. Putting my arms around myself, I looked down, wanting to avoid his gaze now as much as possible. I couldn't believe I let my anger get the best of me. I felt ugly. How could I have said any of those things? Everyone has experienced real pain in their life at one point or another.

"I-I'm sorry." I began to leave, retreating to my room to cry and mentally beat myself up, before being pulled back. John grabbed my arm before turning me and put his two arms around me, pulling me into a hug. Even though I knew it was John, I didn't pull away, and instead wrapped my arms around him. One of his arms was around my back, and the other was slowly soothing my head.

"Shhh... It's alright love, it's okay." He stood there running his hand over my hair for a couple of minutes before pulling away a little to look at me. My tears ceased, but I continued to look away from him. He gently grabbed my chin, directing my eyes toward him. "I forgive you, (y/n)."

"Why? I was horrible, and you didn't deserve that."

"Because you didn't know, same as I don't know about your past. Plus, I usually do deserve it. And how could I stay angry at you?" He looked into my eyes and lightly grabbed both sides of my face pulling my lips toward his. I stood surprised at first, till relaxing into his touch. All of the flirting, all of the teasing. It was because he liked me? His kiss wasn't rough, nor was it intense. More calm. After what felt like mere moments, we pulled apart. "Thank you (y/n)."

"For what, John?" He switched his sincere smile into a sly smirk upon hearing his name.

"For being understanding, and being you."

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I'm so sorry for being gone for so long but let's just say that the after school activities that were taking up my time are finally over. But I hoped you liked this Constantine imagine either way. Don't forget to comment whatever requests you have. Love y'all💚