John’s a pretty secretive person, so he wouldn’t want to expose you to very much. But if you insisted, it’d be like opening the floodgates.
He’d do absolutely anything to keep you safe, with or without the whole demon hunting thing.
Although not visibly romantic, John would surprise you with sentimentality from time to time. He’d gift you something special that meant a lot to you or you’d find that he held onto something that reminded him of you.
It’s going to take some work to get him to admit he needs help, regardless of how long you two are together. He’s stubborn.
It’d also take him a while to get in the habit of having to tell someone where he is/why he’s held up/etc.
He’s pretty tense, but also passionate. He’ll kiss you like he damn well means it. If he’s going to hug you, it’ll be the deepest hug you’ve ever had. Like he’s trying to make your souls touch.
Lucifer Morningstar
His love language is pestering the shit out of you. It’s like, don’t you have a pretty full schedule being the devil? He’ll make time to bother you.
Loves having his hands on you in any way possible in any circumstance. Forget propriety. That’s not a thing for him.
Speaking of propriety, you’ll have to establish some clear boundaries or he’s going to be like a cat coming to lay directly on your face while you’re trying to sleep.
Also, because he’s got the, “what’s yours is mine” mindset, you’d have to tell him when things are meant to be private. He’d allow you full roam of his kingdom and whatever was within it (unless it could kill him) so there’d be some explaining that needed to happen if you wanted to keep something private.
Lucifer would find entertainment in acting as a human if the two of you wanted to go for a night out. Since he’s not beholden to any societal expectations, having to pretend like he is would amuse him.
He’d give you absolutely anything you asked for (or hinted at wanting, really.) But it may take some clarification for certain things - especially if they pertain to other people.
Pairings: Gabriel x Reader. Mentions of Reader/John Constantine
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John remained sitting as if he were waiting for Gabriel to pop back in with a massive sassy attitude.
“If you hadn’t run off like the psychopath that you are, I would have told you that Y/n isn’t at her apartment but whatever...you’ll figure it out.”
(meanwhile)
Gabriel reappeared outside of your apartment. He stood motionless for a few moments before stepping inside. Everything was quiet. Too quiet for his liking. Normally when he showed up, he was always greeted by the sound of your television or you would be sitting in the living room. Tonight it was different.
He inhaled and found no trace of your scent. Gabriel quickly turned and took off down the hallway to your room. The sound of his dress shoes on the hardwood floor was the only thing that made any noise.
“Y/n?”
Gabriel said your name in an almost shaken voice. Stepping into the empty bedroom, Gabriel was becoming angrier by the moment. He frowned before walking to the bed and sitting down. Everything that John Constantine said played through Gabriel’s mind.
“Y/n is pregnant, you stupid dip shit.”
Gabriel didn’t realize it but he was beginning to tremble. If you were pregnant, this was going to be disastrous! He had to find you and fast! Gabriel knew if you were pregnant, both of you would be in a world of hurt. Putting things lightly, the church would be after the two of you, demons, other angels, and whatever else out there that would have a problem with a nephilim.
An hour later, Gabriel sat across from another angel. Speaking to Alexander was the last thing that Gabriel really wanted to be doing but he needed to find information on you. One human woman could not just vanish off of the earth. Desperate times called for desperate measures.
“You look well, Gabriel.”
Alexander knew it was a bald-faced lie but Gabriel didn’t have to know it. The moment that Gabriel showed up with his normally neat as a pin curls out of place and tie crooked; Alexander knew that something was up.
“Stop lying to me. I know that I don’t look well. I am needing information.”
“On what?”
Alexander questioned. Gabriel straightened in the chair.
“I am looking for a human.”
“Y/n, right?”
Gabriel frowned. His sharp features intensified and for a moment Alexander regretted ever mentioning your name. It was no secret to anyone with angel in them that Gabriel was having an affair with you.
“Yes. I haven’t been able to locate her in some time.”
Alexander raised an eyebrow.
“Lost your little lover did you?”
Gabriel tried to keep his shocked expression to a minimum.
“I don’t know what you are talking about. I simply need to speak with her on an urgent matter.”
Alexander groaned.
“Get off of it, Gabriel! Lose the act. Everyone knows that you have been doing a lot more with that little occultist. Did you go and make her mad or something?”
Gabriel didn’t speak immediately. That alone clue Alexander in on the rumor was the truth. Mr, Holier-Than-Thou had really fallen a few levels.
“None of that matters nor is it any of your business. Are you going to give me the information that I need or not?”
Alexander smiled again.
“I don’t see why It isn’t like you went and created a nephilim.”
(meanwhile)
You woke up when there was a key in the door. Sitting up, you relaxed when John stepped in. He took off his coat and threw it on the chair.
“You’re up early.”
He commented before lighting a cigarette. John froze, realizing the condition that you were in and hastily put it out.
“Sorry.”
He muttered before stepping into the kitchen. You got up and followed him into the other room.
“You can come back in here. I’m awake…have been since 5.”
John looked around the spotless kitchen.
“And cleaned my house?”
You nodded.
“I was bored and getting my mind focused on something stopped me from wanting to vomit. Did you talk to Gabriel?”
John chuckled and sat down.
“I have to hand it to you, Y/n, You found the perfect way to scare the shit out of the guy. He panicked. I have never seen him lose his cool that badly. It was probably one of my favorite moments with him.”
You winced. Deep down, you expected Gabriel to have some snarky hateful reaction to the news.
“He panicked?”
John nodded and went for the pot of coffee that was waiting for him.
“Oh yeah. I have never seen a half breed angel panic that badly before. He literally unraveled a sweater and disappeared. Something tells me that he is off looking for you. Idiot won’t get far.”
You took a breath.
“John, I am going to have to face Gabriel at some point. I don’t really think that he would try to hurt me now that he knows…”
John shook his head.
“I don’t want to risk it.”
You tried to keep your calm level head. This was your friend’s typical behavior when it came to you. While the world would probably see John Constantine as cold and crass; you got to see the good side of him.
“John, I can’t sit here and let you take care of me. My child isn’t going to be your responsibility. It's not fair to you to have to play father to another being’s child.”
John sat down and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Y/n, I don’t know what you expect me to say. You are going to need all of the help that you can get. Between you being like me and having Gabriel for a father, you are going to have your hands full. You know that you won’t be able to help me out on cases anymore after the kid gets here. It will be too dangerous.”
You sat down too. Call it blissfully stupidity but you hadn’t even thought about that. You hadn’t realized that your “career” was over as you knew it.
“So you have a point. I won’t be able to do what I am good at anymore but...my child is mine and Gabriel’s responsibility.”
John chuckled.
“Gabriel isn’t going to have any damn idea what to do. I’m sorry Y/n but I don’t see him doing very well at 3 am handling a baby with a loaded diaper.”
That thought made you laugh. You could already see the annoyed expression on Gabriel’s face. He would probably shove the poor kid away from him with a look of disgust. Gabriel hating humans enough as it was. Cleaning up after one was probably not going to be too high on his list of favorite activities.
“I don’t see you doing too well handling a baby with a loaded diaper at 3 am either.”
You countered. John smirked before standing up.
“You’ve got a point. Hopefully, this kid will take after you and not Gabriel. I don’t want to worry about getting strangled in my sleep. I am going to take a nap.”
John didn’t wait to get a response from you before going to his room. Laying down on the bed, the next thing to do was getting a few hours of sleep. Right as John was about to go to sleep, Gabriel’s voice filled his head.
“John Constantine, you have something of mine...make that two things of mine that I want back. I know that you have her and I will come for what belongs to me. Even you can’t keep her safe forever. Don’t fuck with my love.”
(meanwhile)
You stood looking out the window. The city was dark and not many people were out. Your conversation with John had been in your mind since he had gone to bed. John definitely had some good points. There was no way that you could continue your normal job. Being a mom and an occultist wasn’t going to work very well together.
All of your thoughts stopped the moment that Gabriel’s voice entered your head.
“Hello, darling. I know that you can hear me. I also know that you have a little secret to tell me about. Tell me where you are. We can settle this nasty little mess that we created.”
You froze. There was no doubt in your mind that you would have to face Gabriel. He deserved to know the truth, right? How would this whole mess honestly go? Was there some weird chance that Gabriel would get his act together or would you always be having to live in fear of your life?
Deciding not to respond to Gabriel, you lay back on the couch. You were going to have to come to some conclusion soon….
Summary: The reader has been travelling alone for a while now, running from her demons. When soon she finds herself dealing with real ones. At first she appears to be just a psychic, but as time passes John finds himself wondering if that is all she is. The rising darkness is coming closer everyday, what part does she come to play ?
Notes: Damn, the start is always hard to write isn’t it ? This is just the very first chapter of this story. I will follow the whole damn show lol Also, this is the beta.
Water splashed beneath your feet as you walked home in a fast pace. You had spend some time with your friends after school and lost track of time. You were expected home soon. It was spring time so luckily it wasn't dark soon and the walk home was only a few minutes and there was always a lot of people on the street that you knew since you you were very little. It could be a bit awkward for your 10 year old self when Gerda from the newspaper stand would pinch your cheek when she saw you walk by, but at least you felt safe knowing there was always someone making sure you were getting home safely.
You started walking on the last street to your home and checked your watch for the time again. When you looked up you noticed how a man was sitting on the ground, in the rain, his hand outstretched to all the passer-by's. He pleaded to each of them and all ignored his existence.
You thought about crossing the street as you were taught to do but you didn't feel unsafe here so you decided to keep walking on this side.
When you finally reached the man on the ground, you stopped. He didn't stretch his hand out to you as he kept his head low. You reached in the pockets of your jacket and took out the small amount of coins you owned. Your family wasn't rich, often the opposite, but seeing someone in the pouring rain and turning a blind eye wasn't something you wanted to do.
You stretched your hand out to him while you held the coins “Excuse me, sir.”
He looked up, a little suprised.
You nodded to your hand holding the coins.
His eyes fell on the coins before he looked up at you again “Are you sure, child ? You could buy yourself something to eat with this.”
You were suprised by his manner of speech and his reaction. You were hungry, however. But this person was clearly going through worse things then just hunger. And maybe all you could do was help him with that.
You gave him a nod “I'll be fine” and you let the coins fall into his hand.
“Thank you.” he said quietly and you turned, walking away again before you would be home late.
“Child !” the man called for you and you walked back to him. He stretched out his closed hand and nodded to it. You opened your hand and he let a necklace slide into your small hands. That suprised you. On the necklace was a round pendant it had a cross and angel wings on it, the rest was unclear to you and when you turned it around it had, what looked like skeletons, crawling over stuff. You turned the pendant over a couple of times before you looked down to the man again and you stretched your hand out, wanting to give it back to him.
He shook his head and chuckled a little as he took hold of your hand and closed it, making you hold the pendant in your hand “Oh no, young one. You will need this.” His mouth twitched as if he wanted to smile but changed his mind.
“Why ?” you furrowed your brows, confused as to why someone who clearly needs more help would give away one of their few possesions.
“In time, we will need you.”
His explanation just confused you more “Who is 'we' ?” you asked politely.
He ignored your question “You should head home. You don't want your parents to worry about you.”
You nodded to the strange man, and put the necklace over your head as it was a bit too big for you for now.
“Thank you.” you quickly said and started walking again.
You were sure you were going to be late now, you walked a little faster and glanced at your watch and stopped when you saw the time.
It was like the watch hadn't moved the entire time you spoke with the man. You checked and saw that the watch was still working as it finally ticked to the next minute. You looked behind you and saw that the man was no longer sitting on the ground. He was gone, as if he was never even there in the first place. The only thing that helped you believe that it wasn't a dream was the necklace around your neck.
Years later...
You were driving down the last bit of the dirt road you had been following for about 2 minutes. The place you were called to was a former farmhouse, no farming was done there anymore however. It wasn't the first time someone had heard about your 'gifts', even when you tried to keep a low profile word still got around. The man who had called you heard about you through a local priest that you had once met with. The man had spoken to the priest about his strange problems concerning his house, the priest had tried to help him but was unsuccesfull.
The man had called you, asking if you would be able to help. He was hearing things but only inside the house. Scratching and sometimes whispers. Stuff would move as well. You could hear the fear in his voice through the phone. You agreed to meet him at his house to see if you could help him with his problem.
You pulled up on the driveway of the house. The man was waiting outside for you already and you walked up to him.
“Good afternoon, Mister Peterson. I'm y/n l/n.” you held out your hand.
He shook your hand “Good afternoon. Thank you for coming, please just call me Harold.”
You nodded “Alright, Harold. So this is the place ?” you tilted your head to the door.
He sighed deeply “Yeah.” he walked to the door and held it open for you, you stepped inside and almost immediately you could hear it.
“It's been doing that for the last hour again.”
“And you had people check for rats or other reasons, correct ?” you walked further in the house towards the noise.
“I did, they found nothing. No rats, no mice, no busted pipes, nothing.” he followed you into the kitchen where you stopped.
You had visited people's homes before, everytime it was just a spirit trying to seek contact with their loved ones. You had managed to send them all on their way when the familly had gotten their closure.
But this was different, the scratching wasn't something you would usually hear. Voices ? Yes. Shadows ? Yes . Scratching ? No.
You walked around the room a bit as the sound continued.
“When they came to check, they never heard it, the scratching I mean. Like it only makes itself known if it's just me.” Harold stood in the doorway.
You nodded, you had hear that one before. It could drive people insane and make them desperate. “They were never going to find anything. Or hear the scratching. Whatever is doing this, it's doing this to torment you. Drive you over the edge, isolate you, make you feel like you can't escape an invisible enemy.” you listened to the sound again.
“So..you think it's really a ghost ?” Harold swayed a little uncomfortable.
You clicked your tongue “I'm not sure. The scratching... it's not something I've heard before. It could be a malevolent spirit or-” you stopped yourself from saying the word, knowing it wasn't smart to cause the man more fear.
Before he could ask you about it, you spoke again “Please don't think that I am being rude, but I need to be alone in here for a bit. I can't really focus when someone is around, and I really need to be focused.”
Harold looked around the room before he stood upright “Uh.. alright.. I'll leave you to it then.” he paused for a second “Do I close the door ?” he asks.
You nodded “Yes, please. I'll call for you when I'm finished or if I have a question.”
He gave a short nod and closed the door. The moment the door was closed the scratching got louder as if it had been waiting for this moment. You couldn't really figure out where the sound was coming from exactly, only that it was coming from this room. You wondered if you could trigger a vision and stepped close to the wall. You reached for it but before you could place your hand on the wall of the room, Harold knocked on the door of the room.
“It's okay. You can come in.” you called out.
Harold opened the door a little, probably afraid to be face to face with a ghost, as he only poked his head past the door to look at you “Sorry, I didn't want to disturb you but there was a guy at the door and he insisted that he knew you. Said you two worked together.”
You frowned at that, you had no idea what Harold was talking about considering the fact that you always worked alone.
You stepped away from the wall “I'm afraid I don't- ”
The door opened wider and a man brushed past Harold rather rudely. You arched a brow at the blond-haired guy.
“'Scuse me, mate. Sorry I'm late to the party, luv. Traffic. You know how it goes.” he directed it to you as if you knew him. You obviously saw straight through his bullshit.
Harold was looking at him suspiciously and so were you.
“Look, I don't know-” you started to speak but the guy pulled a card from the pocket of his coat and handed it to you.
You stared at the card for a moment. Was this guy for real ?.. Did he seriously have a business card for this ?
“I don't know what entity is housing in this place either, but we'll figure it out. Won't we ?” he turned to you again, he was hoping you would play along.
You looked at him annoyed, this guy had the nerve to just burst into this place and interupt you.
You wanted to tell him to leave. But you looked at the card again and maybe, just maybe, this guy was for real.
“Sure thing.” you gave him your best fake smile, your eyes were probably shooting daggers. “Harold, we'll handle it from here. I'll call you when you can come in the room again.”
Harold gave a short nod and left the room again, closing the door behind him.
“So, Mister Constantine.” you flicked the card between your fingers “Wanna tell me why you're here ?” you weren't going to just act all friendly to a guy who just showed up and pulled you into a lie.
He turned to you in slight suprise “I was wondering the same about you, looks like we're here for the same reason, luv. No need to be afraid.”
You scoffed loudly at that “Let me make something clear here. I am not afraid of you..” you held up the card he had given you and took a few steps in his direction “Oh Master of the dark arts.” you mocked.
He looked at you for a moment, as if he wasn't sure how to react. Then he smirked “Not fond of competition, I see.”
You shook your head biting your tongue, you had a feeling he was arrogant the second he walked in and you were right to think so.
“This isn't a competition. Constantine.” you stepped closer to him “At least, not for me.” you lightly smacked your hand to his chest and let go of the card. He catched the card against his chest before it could fall.
“This is people's lives. I do this to help them. I'm not pissed at you because you might be better at this, I'm pissed because you waltzed in here, lying your ass off and I don't trust you. That and I was getting ready to solve the mystery that haunts this house, I don't like to be interupted when doing these things.” you kept your voice low as you spoke, crossing your arms in front of your chest.
“Ever heard of a scry map ?” he seemed reluctant to tell you this.
You arched a brow “ A what now ?”
He took a step towards you “A scry map. It detects supernatural activity in the city. If something is happening, the place on the map gets..highlighted. And this place lit up like a christmas tree.”
His explanation did sound trustworthy, you didn't know how else he could have even found out about this place or that it was haunted by something.
“So, what now ? I don't like to work with other people.” you shrugged and crossed your arms.
He smirked and you knew he clearly didn't plan on just leaving “I prefer to work alone myself, but I'm guessing were stuck in the situation, luv.”
"Why do you keep calling me 'luv' ? I got a name you know."
"Wasn't able to pull that information out of ol' Harry when I was at the door. Just told him I knew ya, hoped he would mention your name but he didn't." he explained.
"Hah, I thought we were friends ?" You fake pouted. He stood a little awkwardly and you felt bad for him "It's y/n l/n."
"That will make things a bit easier, luv."
This time you visibly rolled your eyes at him
Loud scratching close to your feet made you jump backwards, you looked to the floor but nothing was there.
Constantine took a few quick steps to you, his expression alarmed “What is it ? What's wrong ?” he looked to the floor as well.
“Did you hear that ??” you kept looking at the floor, scanning for whatever it was that cause it.
He focused on your face now, his eyes narrowing when he did “Hear what, luv ?”
You looked at him and realised that he had no idea what had just happened “The very loud scratching.. you didn't hear it ?”
He looked to the floor again “No. I didn't.” he looked back to you “But somehow you did, which makes me wonder..”
“What ?” you were still startled.
“Do you see or hear things often that other people don't ?” he looked around the room, scanning it as well.
“Are you trying to call me crazy ?” you calmed down a bit. Your annoyance with him was getting stronger then your fear.
He chuckled “I'm the last person who should be able to call you that, believe me. I meant, do you get visions, hear spirits ?”
You thought for a second, thinking about saying no, but then again this guy was an exorcist and what not. If you sounded crazy, so did he.
“I've been having them since I was very young. As I grew older, they grew stronger. More frequent.” you tried to shrug it off. It wasn't the first time you had told someone you could hear and see things.
“A psychic then.” he concluded “Not the type one should call when dealing with this.”
You narrowed your eyes at him “Are you saying that I can't handle this ?”
He walked around in the kitchen a bit “I'm saying you shouldn't handle this alone.”
You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Then the scratching started again, this time close to where Constantine was standing. It didn't startle you this time and you marched to where he was standing.
He almost stumbled back at your quick pace “What-”
“Shut up.” you whispered as you kneeled and placed your hands on the wooden floor.
He understood what you were doing and kneeled down next to you, waiting for you to speak.
You didn't even have to focus much before you saw people, sitting together at the dinner table in this kitchen. A young woman and what looked like her boyfriend were in light conversation, laughing and smiling. You couldn't hear what they were saying.
You blinked once and the vision was gone. It wasn't what you were expecting to see, especially not with the scratching. You had expected something..scary ?
Constantine was watching your facial expressions “What did you see ?”
You blinked again, almost having forgotten that he was next to you, you pointed at the dinner table in the room “A woman and her boyfriend, I think, sitting at that table. They were enjoying their meal.”
You were a little disappointed that you didn't get anything usefull from the vision. You slapped your hands on your knees and pushed yourself off of the ground sighing.
Constantine was still kneeling on the floor, he knocked the floor a few times before he stood up as well “HARRY !” he shouted suddenly and you almost jumped. Why was he so loud ?!
“It's harold !” you corrected him and he just smirked at you again. He knew.
Harold opened the door a little hesitantly “Is it gone yet ?”
Constantine looked at you then back to Harold “I'm afraid it's a bit more complicated, we'll have to look around the place for a bit. You don't mind do ya ?”
Harold looked at the two of you worried “Uuuh..”
“It will make things easier. Can't send this thing away if we don't know what we're dealing with.” Constantine took of his jacket and put it on the chair.
“Okay. Sure. I'll stay here then ?” Harold asked a little awkwardly.
You took a step towards Harold “If you don't mind, of course ? We won't be nosey. We just have to get a bit more information on this thing.”
Harold nodded.
Constantine walked past him and opened the door, you followed him. You had set one foot past him before he spoke again “Oh, just one more thing, do you have a basement ?”
Harold seemed suprised at the question “Not that I know of.. no.”
“Alright, well. See you in a bit then.” he said before closing the door, leaving Harold in the kitchen on his own. You felt a drop of water fall on your jacket in the hallway, you looked up and saw that there was water dripping down slowly. It didn't come as a suprise to you, the house was rather old.
“Are we seriously leaving him alone in a room with all that scratching going on ?” you didn't get this guy at all. And he didn't seem to act very professional, at least not compared to his card.
“He'll be fine for now. But we have to find this thing before it get stronger and manifests itself.” he walked towards the stairs “It's not a demon, if that's what you're worried about.” he looked over his shoulder at you as he walked to the stairs.
“How do you know that ?” you followed him up the stairs.
“The smell, mostly. That and a demon wouldn't just wait all this time. It would make it's presence very clear.” he reached the top of the stairs and waited for you.
You were about to take the last step but then you froze as another vision took over.
You looked behind you, down the stairs and saw a man running up, his face full of blood. He was running for his life and you could feel his fear. It looked like he was going to run right into you and you stumbled backwards. A hand gripping your arm snapped you back to reality. You almost fell over the baluster but Constantine was quick to react and prevented it.
“Alright there, luv ?” his eyes were wide as he held onto your arm and guided you safely up the last steps.
You shook your head, your body trembling a bit “I had another vision..”
“What happened ?” he held onto your shoulders as you looked at the stairs, trying to catch your breath.
“That guy from my other vision, the boyfriend ?” you drew a breath “He was running up these stairs. His face was bleeding badly. I could feel his fear, he was running for his life. Something was chasing him.” you doubted you would ever forget the sight.
Constantine let go of one of your shoulders, giving the other a squeeze to keep you focused “Did you see what was chasing him.”
You shook your head again “No, but whatever it was, it's was trying to kill him.”
He gave a nod, before pulling you a bit further away from the stairs again. “I wonder who the people in your vision were.” he put his hands in his pockets “ I haven't seen any familly pictures in here, could have been the previous tenants. Let's check here first.”
He tilted his head in the direction of a door “Your visions are getting stronger aren't they ? You were even able to pick up the fear the guy felt.” he walked inside first and clicked on the light. It was a bedroom. “But you're not in control of your visions, it's a dangerous thing. Makes me think that you haven't learned how to control them.”
“Didn't realise that being a psychic comes with a manual.” you replied drily as you stepped into the room after him. "I was very young when I first started seeing things, my parents just brushed it off as a vivid imagination. When I got older, my visions.. they started to get more clear. I could understand them better. When I got older and made friends that weren't imaginery, my friends thought it was exciting, me being able to see shadows..visions. That didn't last long once I told one of them that I saw her father's death. She thought I was messing with them. A couple of days later, her father died. Just like I saw it in my vision. None of them spoke to me again, I think they believed that I had a part to play in that man's death." You let out a light scoff when you thought back on it. "So you are right, I'm not an experienced... whatever." You couldn't find the right word "But with the little I know, I have helped people, helped them to process the deaths of their loved ones, made it known to them that their spirits were at rest. But I haven't actually done anything other then seeking contact with spirits. I only know a summon spell or two for that." You admitted.
John swayed a bit on his feet "A lot of people.. well most of 'em can't handle the idea that there are things in our world, that aren't supposed to be here. Their minds.." he clicks his tongue "..maybe it's for the best. Imagine what the world would be like if this thing we do was normal."
You let out a chuckle at the idea "It would be the damn apocalypse."
"Exactly, and we don't want that. So, don't pay attention to the people who don't understand what it is like." Constantine walked past you, stopped and looked at you past his shoulder "And for that spell part, carefull with those. It's not just friendly ghosts hearing you, luv."
You followed him into the next room "Yeah, I'm aware."
He picked up a photo frame and looked at it "So, tell me. Why would a medium, wannabe mage, come to a haunted house in the middle of nowhere ?"
You resisted the urge to flip him the finger "A priest that helped me once, asked if I would check this out. He doesn't know anyone else who deals with this sort of thing." You explained and he put the frame down.
"Still, what would you have done if the thing here isn't just a friendly Casper ?" He strutted around the room, knocking the walls a bit.
"I've seen enough horror movies to know that getting the hell out of here would be my best bet." You eyed him curiously.
"Maybe next time, ask for an excorsist first. Preferably one that dabbles in the dark arts. If you really want Hell out of this place, that is." He played on your words.
You sat down on the bed in the room "I prefer to work alone, sorry."
"And why is that ? if you don't mind me asking. Most mediums are better when teaming up with others." Constantine seemed interested in the answer. The answer to a question people have asked you before, the answer you have locked away because it was too painfull.
You opened your mouth to lie, but he suddenly focused on the bathroom door. You wanted to ask what was wrong but he held up his hand, silencing you.
Then you heard it.
"Do you hear that ? I can hear something but the noise is faint." He took a few steps to the bathroom door and you got up from the bed, following him.
You focused on the noise and within seconds the noise became clear to you, louder "It sounds like someone is crying." You told him.
He nodded and pushed you aside gently before he slowly opened the door. He stepped inside carefully "Can you still hear it ?"
You gave a quick nod, your eyes scanned the room and then you froze.
He was far more relaxed then you and that's how you knew he couldn't see what you were seeing. He wanted to step further into the room but you grabbed hold of his arm, stopping him from doing so.
He was suprised at your sudden action, first looking at your hand on his arm before his eyes focused on your face. The moment he did, his expression became serious.
He stepped back until he was standing next to you. Your eyes never left the figure your were seeing, holding their knees to their chest as they were weeping. Short brown curly hair hiding their face. The dress she was wearing was torn and bloody.
After another moment of just starring at the sight you slowly stepped forward until you were just a few steps away from the spirit, you looked over your shoulder to Constantine. You hated to admit that you felt a bit safer having an exorcist there.
He followed close behind you, and you felt him put a hand on your shoulder "I can see her too now. Careful." he whispered. You gave a nod and looked back to the ghost "Hey..." striking up a conversation with a ghost like this wasn't something you had done before. You could use that manual now.
She started to lift her head up and a bunch of horror movie cliches jumped through your mind. Her hair was wet, something dark making it stick together. When she finally looked in your direction, her eyes were wide, filled with fear. She put a finger to her lips, motioning for you to stay quiet.
"Leave."
You almost didn't hear it as her voice was so quiet. "Sorry ?"
"While you still can." She whispered through her sobs.
You didn't move and hoped she would give you more information.
"LEAVE !" She shouted the word so loud that it made your ears hurt. But that wasn't what made you tumble back and scramble away in terror. She vanished as if she had never been there at all.
You continued to scramble backwards until you felt yourself being pulled up of the ground. Constantine stood behind you and had pulled you off of the ground. It didn't look like his ears were ringing, he didn't seem affected at all.
"Alright, it's alright, just breath. She's gone." He stood next to you now and held you by your upper arms. "You're looking pretty pale there."
"I could feel it... like a wave crushing down on me when she shouted..." you were feeling rather dizzy.
He studied your face as if he was looking for wounds "What did you sense ?"
You looked at the spot she had been sitting at "Fear. Horrible fear. " you looked at him "whatever happened to her... she was terrified."
“Something's definitely going on in this place.” he looked over your shoulder, his eyes shortly locking on the spot where you had seen the woman. “Let's get you downstairs before you blow a fuse.”
Nodding, you followed him and stumbled a bit before he took your arm and guided you.
Constantine helped you down the stairs, Harold stepped out of the kitchen as he heard the two of you coming down the old creaky stairs and looked confused.
"Get her a glass of water will ya, mate ?" Constantine said to Harold as he helped you down the last steps.
Harold quickly nodded and went back into the kitchen.
Constantine followed him into the kitchen with you and Harold was quick with giving you a glass of water.
"Thank you." you gave a gratefull smile as you took the glass from his hands.
You took a swig from the glass and swallowed. Then frowned, the sensation you felt was... odd.
It felt as if the water was still in your mouth so you swallowed again, but it didn't help.
You grabbed your throat and started to panic, you couldn't breath. Oh no, you knew this vision was going to be bad.
Constantine was beside you instantly when he saw that something was very wrong, seconds later you fell to the floor. You tried to gasp for air but only more water went into your mouth and soon all you saw was water all around you. You felt something around your throat, pressing down on your chest, your head.. something was preventing you from trying to escape. Then to your suprise, you were able to grab hold of what was keeping you under and you tried to fight the hands that kept pushing you down.
Suddenly your vision became clearer and that's when you saw Harold's face.
You thought the vision was finally over but then you realised there was still water everywhere. Harold smilled down at you wickedly. The hands left your neck and you couldn't move, that's when you learned the truth. This had been the last moments of the drowned woman in the bathroom.
And then as quick as it had started, the vision stopped.
You gasped for air and coughed loudly, relieved that that nightmare was over.
Constantine looked down at you in horror as he shook your form "y/n ! y/n ! Please, talk to me !"
You looked at him and then you looked at Harold, your sight a bit blurry from the lack of air "You killed them.. it wasn't a demon or a monster.. it was you." your voice raspy.
For a moment the space was so silent that you could have heard a needle drop.
Constantine looked down at you as the reality dawned on him as well, then Harold moved away from the both of you. Harold quickly runned over to a cupboard and pulled out a gun. Constantine saw what was happening, or he had a hunch. He pulled you up from the ground again and hoped he could at least get you out of harm's way.
Harold pumped the shotgun “Don't even think about it !” he shouted as he aimed the gun at you.
“Easy there.. let's not make a mess here.” Constantine put his hands up and you did the same.
Harold's calm and friendly attitude had taken a turn "I called you here to get rid of them, not chit-chat with them. Look what you are forcing me to do !" He kept his aim on you.
“You killed all these people.. why ?” you looked at him in disgust.
Harold laughed as if it was a dumb question “Everyone has a hobby. Some like to fish, some like sports. The weather can get bad here, sometimes people end up with a flat tire and no place to stay.”
Constantine looked at him in disgust, his eyes were cold “And that's where good old Harry came in to save the day.”
Harold nodded and smirked “It was so easy.”
Your stomach turned “You're a monster ! No wonder these spirits are making your life miserable, you deserve it !”
“You're lucky I need you to get rid off them, you wouldn't be talking anymore if I didn't.” he threathened.
John kept his hand up a little "Easy there, Harold. She won't be able to send those spirits away, there's too many and she's only a medium. You're barking up the wrong tree here. I'm the only one here who can send them on their way." John was clearly trying to pull Harold's attention away from you. And it seemed like it was working as his eyes darted between you and John before he aimed the gun on John.
All you could think about was how many times someone had lost their life around you. You had a gift but it was as if you were also cursed. Feeling like you were the opposite of a good luck charm. You had to do something, or else this would not end well.
You barely knew a summoning spell, and the one you did know had failed you more then once, leaving it up to the spirits to contact you if they wished to do so.
But you knew you had to try.
You started to whisper the spell to call upon the spirit of his victim.
“You who lingers here, hear my plea.
I call you from my soul to yours.
Come back from the shadows into the light and show yourself here.
Help us fight the darkness so we may bring forth the light.”
You felt the pendant starting to glow, it rarely did.
You felt the room get cold, very cold.
The room filled with the spirits of the people who had lost their lives to Harold, including the young woman you had seen before. But this time, she was not weeping.
John looked around the room before discreetly glancing your way. Disbelief and shock written all over his face.
To be fair, you never thought you would be able to bring all the spirits out. You had directed it to the woman in the bathroom.
Harold stepped back in terror as he saw what was happening. The gun flew from his hand across the room and the young woman appeared in front of him. She grabbed him by the neck and screamed a deafening scream. Harold let out a scream as she attacked him and soon the other spirits got involved. You wondered if you should try and save him, but when you saw the spirits, many young women, men, children.. you didn't. Maybe you couldn't even save him. You let them drag him down into the wooden floor that was cracking open. Before he was dragged down completely, he tried to scream but only water came from his mouth, then they pulled him down. The room was silent, there were no screams, no scratching, nothing. You could only hear yourself breathing. John stood motionless as he watched the hole in the floor. You carefully walked to it and pulled out your phone and switched on the light and shone it into the hole.
"Looks like you'll be able to grant the spirits their rest." You told John after seeing what was down there. He snapped out of it and walked up to you and peered down as well. The hole had uncovered a basement holding Harold's secret as it held the skeletons of the victims.
"Damnit." Constantine sighed at the sight and you clicked of the light.
"The scratching I heard..” you thought back to it.
“It was them, they were trying to warn us all this time.” he looked at you oddly.
“What ?” you asked oblivious to why he was looking at you that way.
He stepped away from the hole and you followed him as he plopped down on the chair where he had left his coat when he first got here “How did you do that ?”
You were confused for a moment before it clicked “I just said the only summoning spell I knew and hoped for the best.”
He looked at you, a brow raised “ You're a psychic that has barely any experience summoning spirits. Yet you just summoned what ? Twenty spirits into this room, and you did it so well that they were able to manifest themselves physically.”
“It wasn't my intention for the spirits to attack him. I was trying to make them appear so we could catch him off guard. I don't know how they were able to physically attack him."
"Could be another effect of the rising darkness." Constantine muttered.
"What ?" Confussion washed over you.
He sighed before explaining " It's been happening all over the city. A dark energy is leaking into our world somehow. Making things that are normally weak or calm become strong and act erratic.
“You mean like the apocalypse ?” that didn't sound good at all, rising darkness ? Seriously?
“'Fraid so.” he dragged a hand across his face. “But I'm working on it, whatever is happening, it won't be able to hide much longer.”
You nodded and sat on another chair, your eyes focused on the hole
“Everything I felt since I walked into this place is what they felt in their last moments. They wanted me to feel it so I could help them." you shook your head and swallowed the lump in your throat.
"They must have seen something in you that they didn't see in me. I'll admit I wouldn't 've been able to do this without your help. I probably would have ended up like them if it weren't for you." he admitted.
"I never would have known what happened here if they hadn't shown me. He just seemed like any regular person." You whispered to yourself mostly.
"Not all monsters hide under beds." he stood up and walked to the hole "Some hide in plain sight.”
He stretched his arms out “Ever seen spirits pass over ?”
You shook your head “No. I've seen them vanish but never the whole..leaving your body and bones behind part.”
He smiled at you over his shoulder before looking at the hole in the floor again “Well then, stay silent and watch.”
You stood up quietly and watched as he spoke the words and soon you could see the souls dance into the air seconds before they disappeared forever.
“Are they free now ?” you asked him.
He nodded as he put on his coat “They are. Do you have the number of the priest that send you here ?”
“Yeah, why ?” why did he want the number of the priest.
He pulled out his phone “I should have a chat with him, make him see that he should call me too next time before he sends a young woman out in the middle of nowhere.”
You rolled your eyes, but he was right. This could have ended very badly for you.
“Shouldn't we call the cops ?” someone must be looking for these victims.
“I'll call my contact, but we should get out of here before the cavalry arrives then.” he pushed in the number of the priest as you read it out to him.
“There's people in the police force that believe in this kind of stuff ?” you chuckled at the thought.
He put his phone back into his pocket “There's mages, psychics and other kinds of magical beings everywhere around us. The police force is no different.”
“I've never actually met anyone like me.” you admitted. Never once had you met anyone like him either.
“And I haven't met anyone like you either, never seen an untrained psychic with a gift like yours.” he looked at you admirable.
You didn't like the word 'gift', you saw it more as a curse after all the things it had cost you“Thanks. You're not that bad either, Mister Constantine.”
“Just call me John.” he winked at you.
Was he seriously trying to flirt with you here ? Next to a hole with skeletons ?
“Alright, John.” you stood a bit awkwardly.
“Usually I work alone, but you seem like someone who can handle herself. What do you say we go and see if we can help some other poor sods ?” he looked nervous “I could teach you how to control your powers, maybe even refine them.”
You were grinning “Are you asking me to come with you ?”
He cleared his throat before looking at you “I am.”
You swallowed, no matter how much you wanted to say yes, you couldn't. Your gift hadn't brought anything but misery to those around you, you doubted it would be different with John.
“I'm sorry.. I can't.” you felt horrible when you saw the disappointed look in his eyes, he really did want you to go with him.
“I understand. What I do...it's not for everyone.” he swallowed.
You smiled softly “I'm sure the great master of the dark arts, will be fine without me.”
He chuckled at your choice of words, looking down for a moment before looking back up to you “It's been a pleasure, luv. Maybe our paths will cross again someday.”
You nodded hopefully “Maybe they will.” you reached out your hand to him, he took your hand in his and shook it softly. You froze for a moment as the touch of his hand on yours triggered a short vision of him as a child. You snapped out of it so fast that he hadn't even realised it that you just had a vision.
He let go of your hand and your vision made you look at this man in a different light. Even as a child, he had seen monsters. Human ones.
“Goodbye, John. Maybe I'll see you around.” you said your goodbyes as you both walked out of the house.
“I hope so, y/n.” he smirked at you one last time as you got into your car and drove away.
Here I am with requests! So for the prompt one, can I have the wrong number one with Constantine?
#12 - Wrong number
You weresitting on a bench in the local park, chatting away casually to your friend,Aiden, as he idly fed a few of the squirrels that were dashing about, trying toget the crumbs away from the pigeons that were circling.
‘I had totake my nephew bowling the other day. I got beaten by a four year old!’ hesaid, causing you to chuckle.
‘Did he letyou use the –?’ you started, but you could feel your phone buzzing in yourpocket. ‘Sorry, one second.’
Aiden noddedunderstandingly.
It was an unknownnumber, but as you were currently waiting to hear back from a job interview youpicked it up without a moment’s hesitation.
You went toanswer but a male voice cut across you.
‘Zed, I needyou to pick me up some things before you get here. It’s just a few little bits –don’t worry, none of it’s… entirely illegal, but–’
‘I’m sorry,’you said firmly, cutting the man off, ‘I think you may have the wrong number.’
‘Oh, sorry,love,’ he said. ‘You wouldn’t know where I can get anything for animal exorcisms,would you?’
Youchuckled, thinking that he was joking. ‘I dunno, have you tried the local apothecary?’
He laughedslightly. ‘I don’t think you’re quite understanding me, love,’
‘So you meanactual exorcism?’ you asked, gaining a sharp look from Aiden.
‘Yeah,’ saidthe guy on the other end of the phone. ‘Demon possession of a beloved pet – of thethings I’ve sunk to in order to pay the bills,’ he grumbled, and you could tellthat the last was more to himself.
‘Do you dothis kind of thing often?’ you asked him, a small smile flitting across yourface.
‘Name’s JohnConstantine, exorcist, demonologist and petty dabbler in the dark arts – still needto change that on the card,’ he said.
‘(Y/n), lookingfor a job; never been to the apothecary I suggested, and petty dabbler in…watching way too many TV shows. So it’s your day job then?’ you asked.
He chuckledsoftly. ‘Yeah, you could say that,’ he said. ‘Anyway, despite how entertainingthis conversation is, I should let you go. But, good luck with finding a job, (Y/n).’
You smiled,feeling a slight blush rise up your cheeks. ‘Thanks, John – and good luck withthe exorcism.’
He noted hisown thanks before hanging up.
‘Well, lookwho just made friends with a wrong number,’ teased Aiden, causing you to hithim lightly on the arm.
Summary: After taking a break from hunting, you hear reports of passengers going missing on a large cruise-liner and you decide to investigate. Apparently you’re not the only one. When you and John realize you’re on the same case, you take on the identities of Johnny & Lola, newlyweds on their honeymoon. Undercover, you work to figure out what’s causing these strange disappearances. Followup to What Happens Now?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: John Constantine/Pansexual Female Reader
The guards are now looking more apprehensive than suspicious. Like they feel like you might be lying but aren’t so sure. It’s clear from your stance and comfort with each other that you two are acquainted. You prepare yourself for more interrogation and hope you’ve sold it enough to not warrant more questioning for the moment.
Eventually the short guard nods towards John’s hand around your shoulders. “Nice wedding ring,” he says. “Reminds me of mine.”
You didn’t even notice John was wearing a ring. You swore he wasn’t before. You would have noticed. John flexes his hand so you can see the ring out of the corner of your eye.
“Thank you, we picked it out together,” he says, pressing his cheek against yours. You both give the guards the cheesiest grins you can manage. It’s taking all your willpower not to crack up at the absurdity of the situation.
Because you can’t help yourself and just have to mess with him, you add. “Though, my engagement ring still needs to be ordered,” you say, giving John a pointed look. If he could smack you, he probably would. You can practically see him wondering why you’re dragging this out and not ending his misery. He forces another cheesy smile.
“It’s already done,” he coos. “Come now, love. I’m sure these fine gentlemen have very important work to get to.”
“Whatever you say, Johnny,” you say back, placing your drink on the nearby bar. After you reach up to link your fingers with the hand on your shoulder.
By now the guards look relieved they don’t have to talk to you two anymore. “Have a great time,” the taller guard says. He looks embarrassed for himself and his partner interrogating John. Good, they totally bought it.
You and John offer them polite nods before turning in the direction of the elevators.
Just as you walk away, you hear the short guard swear. “Shit, I lost my wedding ring again.”
You look up at John and he flashes you a smirk. So that’s where the ring came from. Sly bastard. “Well done, genius,” you say to him in a low voice once you're far enough away from the guards. “Barely hours out of port and you’re already blowing your cover. I thought you were supposed to be good at this.”
“You start sassing me already I’ll give you something to blow,” John mutters back to you, hand slipping from your shoulder to cup your ass. Whether it’s for show or just for the hell of it, you’re not sure. Either way you elbow him in the rib.
“Keep it in your pants, Blondie, there are kids around,” you scold.
A/N: Not sure when this will be done. It’s kind of a long oneshot. But wanted to share this teaser.
Fic Summary: On the hunt for the demonic monster that killed your girlfriend, you finally track the thing down only to almost have your kill stolen from you by John Constantine. Angry and driven by vengeance, you agree to work with him to track down where the monster came from and prevent more from hurting anyone else. WIP
Fic Rating: NC-17
Fic Pairing: John Constantine/Pansexual Female Reader
Fic Warnings: Language, Violence, Heavy Smut
As John bends down to reach for you, you grab him by the tie and yank him towards you. He’s clearly not expecting it. He uses one hand to steady himself against the tile, while the other instinctively grasps the shower curtain, pulling it mostly closed as he stumbles into the tub.
“Bloody fucking hell, woman!” he swears, but whatever else he’s going to say gets lost when you wrap your arms around him and drag him forward into a bruising and painful kiss. It’s all teeth and tongue at first as he struggles against you, trying to balance himself while also trying to figure out what the fuck is going on.
He tastes like nicotine and whiskey and overall just delicious. Not like Nyla. Nothing like her. But then that’s a good thing because you need to forget her, at least just for a little while.
John manages to balance himself, his knees on either side of your thighs. His hands carefully moving to untangle your arms from around his neck. You let him draw back. You may be angry and desperate to be touched but you’re not about to force yourself on him. Well, anymore than you already have.
“I think you and I both know that’s a terrible idea,” he says, water running down his hair and over his face.
You realize the shower is still on and now his clothes are soaked. His white shirt is sticking to his body and it’s become practically see-through. Your eyes stray to the expansion of taut muscle and abs right in front of you and you momentarily forget what you were going to say.
“Come on,” he continues. “Let’s get you out of here.”
“There’s only two options for me right now,” you tell him in a stern voice, your eyes flicking up to meet his. You can see concern and apprehension. But behind that you see the desire and spark of something you’re not quite sure off. It thrills you. “Either I get out of this tub and go pick a fight with the first monster I find…”
“Which would be a terribly stupid idea,” John interrupts.
“Or you fuck this energy out of me until I can’t walk,” you say, fixing him with a smoldering look.
The smirk is back and his eyes darken with lust.
“A very tempting offer,” he says. “And while it has been awhile since I’ve enjoyed the pleasure of a woman or man, I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret.”
“If you’re as good as your reputation says, I don’t mind living with a bit of regret,” you say. “Lord knows I have enough of it already.”
