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Safe (John Constantine x GN!Reader)
Pairing: John Constantine (LoT ver.) x Gender Neutral Reader Rating: General Audiences Words: 654 POV: Second Summary: The Big Tober Day 5 - Falling asleep together Tags: fluff, John is a self-loathing little shit but we love him for it, and uhhh cuddles?
A trail of steam followed John into the living room, the hot water still evaporating off his body. You smiled as he plopped down next to you on the couch. Now he was so close, you could smell your shower gel in his damp hair. You owned shampoo; John just grabbed whatever. You didn’t mind. How could you be worried by such minor things anyway as John lied down on the couch with his head in your lap. He was making your pyjamas wet, but it would dry in due time. “What are we watching?” Your boyfriend mumbled sleepily, eyes half-open as they stared at the TV. You put one arm over his chest, knowing he liked the weight of you on him in some way.
“It has vampires,” you chuckled. John groaned. He hated all those tacky TV shows; you loved them even more now, because they always made your boyfriend start raving. Today, you were feeling nice, so switched the vampire show out for an animated movie. John was thankful for your mercy. He was barely two minutes into it, or he started demanding you were changing positions on the couch.
You followed his instructions and lied down, with your back propped up against the arm rest. John then draped himself over you like a blanket. His weight was comforting. Sometimes you worried the warlock had his last day flirting with death. Those days you couldn't wait for the doors to open to reveal your boyfriend covered in the gunk of the day. The alternative was calling him all day, but you always figured neither you nor John would like that.
Today had been one of those days. You felt anxious all day, which was instantly relieved when John returned, covered to the knee in graveyard dirt. It was now that his weight was on you, that you felt truly calm. He was here and he was all yours now. You looked down, watching the light of the TV dance on John’s sleepy face. You ran a hand across his back and arms, letting him know you were here too.
John sometimes worried sick about you too. He wanted the world to be a safe place for you. Meanwhile, he was followed by all sorts of demons, making his presence the exact opposite of what he wished for you. Yet here you were, anchoring him and becoming the safe space for him instead. You made him feel like he was exorcised from the demons of his past, present and future. In times like this, he often wondered what he could do to repay you.
“You’re thinking too hard,” you mumbled when you noticed the shift in John’s face. You were not stupid and you knew better than anyone that your boyfriend was just a bunch of edgelords in a trenchcoat held together by magic, cigarettes and self-loathing. He was so easy to read, easier to play like a kazoo. In response to your off-handed comment, John grumbled like he always did when you were super right. You chuckled. He was cute when he got a little pouty like he was now. “Come on, you’re tired.” You wormed yourself free and turned the TV off. John was on the couch a little longer, until you left for the bedroom. You undressed along the way, ending up in bed in just your underwear. You were lying on your bed for less than ten seconds, when John joined you, putting his head on your shoulder and an arm around you.
You kissed his forehead, his eyes closing right after. “Let’s not wake up early,” your boyfriend mumbled sleepily. You hummed in agreement, your own eyes closing. You drifted in that peace, not falling asleep yet until you heard the soft snoring of the man lying half on top of you. That melody led you to the land of the dreaming as well. You were safe.
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