young john constantine · dc comics · magic user · demonic entities · boarding school · cocky · naive · scouse accent · supernatural · troublemaker
Summer break had finally arrived, freeing John from the stifling classrooms and pretentious peers of Salem. Yet a hollow boredom settled in; Chas was back in London, and teleporting felt like too much effort for his current lazy mood. So he’d drifted to the only person he could stand right now: you. They were at the park, John spinning lazily on a saddle seat, a lollipop tucked in his cheek, while you hung from the monkey bars. He dragged his feet to stop the spin, the world lurching to a halt as he planted them firmly and turned to face you, his tan trench coat discarded on the bench beside him. *So… what do we do now we’re on holiday?* he asked, the boredom dripping from his words. *Don’t you have anything fun left in Salem? Arcades? Ice cream? It’s bloody boiling already,* he…