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thewhumpcaretaker · 24 days

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⚜ 𝓑𝓮𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓙𝓾𝓭𝓰𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 - 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝐼𝐼𝐼: 𝒜𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁 𝒶𝓉 𝐵𝓁𝓊𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝑀𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓁 ⚜

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ ✧.*★ Thank you again to @evren-sadwrn for the beta read!

TW: John and Vincent bickering...and that's pretty much it, this one's kinda fluffy

Summary: John Wick and The Marquis de Gramont both faked their deaths on that fateful day at the Basilica. But when Vincent seeks John's help, he isn't expecting genuine compassion.

A dusty, sun-faded sign read “Blue Moon Motel” in yellow across a periwinkle moon. John almost missed it, and it was for that exact reason that he took a sharp turn just in time to swing into the mostly empty parking lot. It couldn’t be more inconspicuous, and the only thing that caught his eye at all was the flickering neon “Vacancy” sign, half obscured by branches. Perfect.

Even so, it would be a roll of the dice. A hitman could be anywhere, even behind the counter of the tiniest motel. He sat behind the wheel for a moment, gazing at the lit window of the lobby, gathering himself. Should he wake Vincent? No, best not. He was as likely to be another obstacle as a help. Feeling the reassuring weight of a pistol at his hip, he reluctantly left Vincent in the backseat and entered.

Luck was on his side, for the first time all evening. The sole employee, a 60-something in a shockingly pink puff-sleeved blouse, was fast asleep with her face in her crossword puzzle. She had a faded flower tattoo on her forearm, but it wasn’t anything he recognized as an underworld symbol. He cleared his throat, and when that failed, rang the bell. Her name was Marjorie. She did not, as he had feared, pull a gun on him the moment she saw his face. In fact, she booked him a room without asking awkward questions, even when he paid cash.

Nonetheless, he wished she would move a little faster. His ears were trained on the road outside, waiting for an engine in the distance, for a grim reaper going motel to motel, searching. He could already picture them checking the cars, peering down at Vincent and Dog, pulling a gun –

“Room 105. There’ll be a queen bed. Find me if the AC acts up. Breakfast’s 7 to 10. Sleep tight - you look like you need it, if you don’t mind my saying.”

“Thanks. Have a good night, ma’am.” He forced himself not to turn away too quickly, and not to run out the door.

But of course, the night was just as silent as before, and the car untouched. He exhaled in relief. God, this day had fried his nerves.

He opened the door to the backseat and lifted back the throw blanket to reveal an innocent-looking man. Positively angelic, in fact, with a button nose and uncommonly full lips, all dressed in bloodied white finery. He hurt to look at. Soft auburn locks swept back from his forehead, so smooth in the mercy of unconsciousness. In combination with blood loss, the moonlight washed his already pale cheeks even whiter, setting off high cheekbones and deep-set eyes for the overall effect of one in desperate need of saving from an imminent death. This face, which had ordered murders, which had mocked love itself, which had been spouting its worst venom at him five hours ago, was harming no one now. Just lying there, innocent, needing rest and protection.

To hell with it. John slid his arms under Vincent’s back and legs and lifted him…well, not like it was nothing - he was a huge, sprawling bulk of a man, taller than John, and it was a challenge to cradle his head properly without aggravating his chest. But John managed things as gracefully as he could, focusing on not dropping him and trying very hard not to focus on his own heart, which was going inexplicably haywire. Vincent smelled of expensive vanilla cologne even after hours of sweating and his head was lolling back against John’s shoulder in a way that sent thrills through him. No doubt he’d hate to see himself right now. Please don’t wake up until I can put you down, John thought as he struggled to turn the key with the hand that stuck out from under Vincent’s thighs.

“Qu'est-ce que tu crois faire, bordel? [What the fuck do you think you’re doing?]”

And just like that, the innocent cherub was gone. “Je te rabaisse dès que possible. [Putting you down as soon as I can.]” The door swung open and, still in the dark, John laid him onto the bed, minding his chest and head carefully even if the bastard didn’t deserve it. “You seemed…peaceful, so I just… Did I hurt you anywhere?”

“I don’t know. Probably not, I think I’m just sore from the drive. Let’s never speak of this again.”

“Great idea.” He stepped back, catching his breath, and switched on the bedside lamp. It revealed a dingy room with an armchair in one corner, a TV, the bed, and not much else. Despite the nonsmoking sign, it smelled of cigarettes. Dog explored the corners and stuck his head under the bedside table.

“Where are we?”

“Blue Moon Motel, just outside Allentown, PA. Not what you’re used to, I’d imagine,” John said. “But it’s rural. Better chance of not being found overnight.”

“Fair enough. You would know what’s best in these…situations.” Vincent stretched himself and began to stand. “I can walk, by the way.”

“Thought we were never speaking of that again.”

“Well, I’m about to go get a drink of water, and I’d rather not have to stab you for trying to get me to the sink.”

John was blushing. Why was he blushing? “Right.” He went to bring the bag from the car, and stood in the coolness for a few minutes, listening to the night birds. He had to get his head on straight. Whatever he was feeling towards the Marquis could not possibly be reciprocated. Friendship? Obviously impossible - Vincent couldn’t stand him. Attraction? As if. Vincent probably spent the night with models anytime he wanted. Empathy? He’d probably never felt that in his life and made it very clear that he didn’t desire it from others. Any attempt to connect with him on an emotional level would at best lead to embarrassment, and would at worst further traumatize him.

By the time John returned, he was already in bed again, laying in the center with both pillows stacked under his head. “The bed is mine, by the way. Your loss that you didn’t get a room for two.”

“That would have been suspicious. I’m fine with the chair anyway. Are you going to sleep?” He moved towards the light switch.

“No. How am I supposed to sleep when this ordeal is still completely unresolved?”

“Same way you did in the car?”

“That was when I hadn’t slept in two days thanks to the stress of the tribunal, and then the flight to the states. Now I’m wound up again.” He sighed. “I still can’t believe this is happening. After I’ve proven myself a formidable enemy, determined to bring the High Table greater glory than it has ever seen, they throw all of that away. Ridiculous.”

With this, John could agree. “They have no loyalty to you or to anyone.”

“Loyalty to the powerless is foolishness. But disloyalty to the powerful…that’s also foolishness.” It rolled off his tongue easily.

“Is that a quote?”

“Oui. I will show them my power and their idiocy will be corrected.”

John just shook his head and leaned back against the wall. “I can’t say I see the point in it.”

“That surprises me. You’ve had your share of vengeful murder sprees.”

“Not for power, or loyalty. Just to…well, just because I couldn’t not.” He struggled to organize his thoughts for a moment. “Sometimes you care about something and there’s no other way to express it. Maybe because the thing you love…or the person…is out of reach. Already gone. So all you can do is wreck the thing that took them.”

The Marquis tsked. “This is what happens when you let love run away with you. It breeds a total loss of control.” He took a ring from his left hand, and held it up to the lamp. The High Table sigil shone crisply on it even in the dim, yellowy light. “Do you know why I wear this on my ring finger, even though I’m not married?”

“No.”

“It keeps courtesans from getting ideas. A man of my station cannot afford distractions or liabilities, much less those who will seek the advantages of his title through the bedroom. I alone pursue what matters to me, I alone manage my affairs, I alone win honor for the name of Gramont.”

“There was a lot of ‘alone’ in that sentence.”

A livid glare twitched the corners of his mouth. “How astute. Well, I happen to enjoy being alone with myself, because the company is good. Perhaps you wouldn’t know what that’s like. Goodness knows it’s a headache to be stuck with you.“

Damn it, thought John, I’ve already done it again. “I’m not trying to make this hell for you, believe it or not.”

“Then be quiet. I need to think. They are coming for me. If I was in their position, I would never stop.” Vincent took a deep breath, rubbing his temples. “I need a loophole, an angle...and all the while, anyone could come through the door...”

You need to sleep, not think, John wanted to say. No, stop it. Let the man do what he wants. Leave him alone. But the look of frayed nerves on Vincent’s face was clawing him from the inside out.

With Herculean restraint, “Fine.” There was only one thing he could do now to help Vincent. Only one thing he was good for. He turned the armchair towards the door, took a gun in hand, and waited for something to kill.

“What are you doing now?”

“What I promised to do. Protecting you. Think. Sleep. Do what you need to do. If anyone comes through that door, they’re dead.”

Thus, his vigil began. Dog settled into his lap and a strange, trancelike bliss stole over him. He was in no danger of falling asleep. Somehow, with the knowledge that Vincent was safe behind him, there was something entertaining even about staring at a closed door. The faint sounds of the wind in the trees outside mixed with Vincent’s breathing, and the occasional rustle of pillows or dramatic sigh which gave him some fragment of information about the Marquis’ position and mood. Charged with that information, the whole room buzzed vividly around him.

At some point, Vincent took the motel’s branded notepad and pencil from the beside table and started writing plans which were, one by one, tossed past John into the wastepaper basket on the other side of the room. This continued for a while before there was stillness again.

It was 3:30 AM before he roused himself enough to look at the clock. When he did, it was only because Dog jumped down from his lap. “Where you going?”

He jumped onto the bed where Vincent lay with an arm across his face, the notepad tossed aside. John glanced over at them apprehensively, keen on ensuring that they played nice. The Marquis muttered something under his breath in irritation as Dog sniffed out the blood on his chest. But Dog was not to be deterred. He licked at Vincent’s chin with concern until he relented and scratched behind his ears, saying softly, “Bon chien. Vous êtes fidèle, n'est-ce pas? Reste ici, à côté de moi. [Good dog. You're loyal, aren't you? Stay here, next to me.]”

The next time he looked, it was 4:30. Vincent was asleep, with Dog curled up against the crook of his neck, their heads resting together. A miracle: the angel had taken over Vincent’s body again.

John stood to turn off the light, and caught a glimpse of the notepad on the bed. It lay amongst torn off pages full of scribbled legalese and lines drawn from one name to another, mapping out a network of debts. But the most recent page, not yet torn off, was different from the rest. It was a drawing. And it was damn good.

There was a portrait of John scowling, from memory. And next to it, on the same page, was a study of his hand gripping the gun as it dangled over the arm of the chair, and dog peeking around the chair to look at Vincent. It was casually done, and it was titled – or perhaps more accurately, it was scribbled upon, next to him and next to Dog. His portrait was titled, “le gros chien de garde stupide [the big, stupid guard dog]”, and Dog’s was titled, “le petit chien de garde intelligent [the little, clever guard dog]”. John stared at it for a long time, switched off the light, and then returned to his post, now in even less danger of sleeping. He gazed into the darkness, trying not to smile, seeing only that drawing until the sun rose.

#john wick #john x marquis de gramont #marquis de gramont #john wick fanfic #wickblr #marquis de gramont whumpee #gunshot #angst #emotional whump #hurt/comfort #whump fic #assassin whump #ao3 crosspost #enemies to lovers #churchduel

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eternalera · 3 days

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was tagged by @evren-sadwrn for a drafts of my wips???

Red does not believe in gods.

It's a fact as simple as the sun in the sky on the moon in the dark.

He never thought that one person could hold so much power such as life and death in their mere hands, or own the concept of a creation. He found it boring and rather dull. The concept of gods never quite stuck to him, nor did one god. The power of creation seemed so far out of his line of sight that it seemed impossible.

Then there was someone. The world was breaking with their arrival, the particles in the air burning suddenly combusting into glass, shattering on the ground with little to no effort. One of these particles got into Red’s eye. He remembers not being able to see for a while, until he felt a hand touch him and a low voice mumble sorry. Something so distinct that he never thought he could hear, that he would hear.

He doesn’t remember speaking, but he could hear his own voice regardless of his mouth being sand dry. “How did you-”

The man laughed at him. “I’m a god,”

Red laughed back with a grin that mimicked the one the man held.

Red does not believe in gods.

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kinda a wip... its the only one i have that aint over 2k words so like-

uhh tagging @di-diwata

#no pressure #wip #swagdoons

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bluelolblue · 1 month

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One Last Time

Summary: After Santino gave his speeches, Vincent decided to piss Santino off even more than he already did. With Santino's emotions mixed and filled with angst from everything what Vincent did to him, he decided to dominate him with John.

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Relationship: Santino D'Antonio/John Wick/Marquis Vincent Bisset de Gramont (threesome)

Note: It's finally done! It was supposed to be done last week but now it's here! This is a second part of the "LA Devotee" but Vincent is the bottom here. Have some dom Santino. John's not gonna just watch ofc :P. And @evren-sadwrn here you go bottom Vincent :3

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John watched Santino as he successfully gave his speeches and managed to interact with some of his other guests. He kept his distance, staying mostly in the back, in the shadows with some other bodyguards, keeping an eye on Santino.

As for Vincent. Well...

He's there among others, half way paying attention to his ex talking about his achievements.

However, John didn't like the way Vincent acted there, he just looked so careless, only here to show off. He didn't come here to support Santino. He's here just that others see the Marquis Vincent Bisset de Gramont and how he cares enough for a new member of the High Table.

Not to mention the way he looked at Santino. With lust and envy, no admiration.

Careless.

Eventually, after the final speech, John made eye contact with Santino. He gave him a soft supporting smile and a nod to let him know he was listening and watching him.

Little things like this mean a lot to Santino. At least from John. A personality trait that Vincent can only dream of.

John and Vincent are so different. Yet, Santino slept with them both.

While the rest of the guests were talking to each other and having drinks, Santino joined John for a while.

"You did amazing, you know." John praised, looking at him in a sympathizing way, offering him a glass of champagne.

Santino chuckled softly, taking the glass, "Thank you. I know, yes." Santino said, feeling proud of himself. He really should be. He had sex with his bodyguard and ex and after that he gave speeches and interacted with others for half an hour and acted like he just didn't get fucked with two dicks.

High Table is gonna be happy with Santino D'Antonio.

"It wasn't obvious, right?" Santino asked quietly, leaning a bit closer to John and hinting at his own neck with his eyes. John didn't seem to notice anything comment on Santino's appearance. Besides few ladies saying how attractive he looks, no one else noticed anything else about him.

"No. Everyone was focused more on your speech." John said, then looked over at the ladies that commented on Santino. "However, you got ladies attention with looking attractive." He smirked and took a sip of his drink.

Santino huffed a small laugh, blushing a little. "Ah, of course." It's nothing new to him. He even sometimes flirts with them just to give them attention. And to feed his ego.

Read the rest on ao3

Quick note: I hope y'all will like it :3. Thank you all so much for support and for reading my silly fanfics, really means a lot to me! I appreciate it a lot! 💙

#santino d’antonio #santino d'antonio #john wick #marquis vincent de gramont #john wick x santino d'antonio #john wick/santino d'antonio #santino d’antonio x vincent de gramont #i again just added pics of them for the aesthetic LMAOO #im trying to make it prettier 😭#DOM SANTINO MOMENT #Vincent's fucked #literally HEHEUE #my fanfic #my writing #ao3

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rubybates-oc · 6 days

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✂ ♡ Ruby Bates (Zombie) ✂ ♡ Age: 23 years old ✂ ♡ Pronouns: She/Her ✂ ♡ FC: Jodie Marie Comer ✂ ♡ Occupation: Tracker/Vincent’s court jester

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Thanks to @evren-sadwrn and @tobytheeggo for having blogs I could use as a reference.

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#OC: Ruby Bates #wickblr

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saengak · 1 month

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is your fav jw character cat coded? or dog coded? (And also as a bonus: which one are they? sun, moon, or stars?)

Kitty :3 See, I have proof:

I haven't come across the sun, moon, stars personality thing, so I went to take an online quiz as Koji: he's a moon!

#koji shimazu #john wick #evren-sadwrn #thank you for the asks!#asks

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cupidork · 2 months

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crazy rich asians inspired moodboard for @evren-sadwrn! (mb requests open! <3)

#crazy rich asians #moodboard #moodboard request #fashion moodboard #city moodboard #luxury moodboard #fashion #aesthetic #movie moodboard #dragon #nature #luxury #ʚɞ.mo uploads #ʚɞ.mo edits #i love crazy rich asians ! :)

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c0rv1dco · 16 days

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Day 229 of drawing ponk until he’s added to the qsmp!

SELF INDULGENT SUNDAY THURSDAY

@routeriver @evren-sadwrn @goooser @bdaycheesecake @plnetl @snails-are-made-of-jelly @kuprisunshka

Q tub design yurr

#c!tubbo fanart #q!tubbo #q!tubbo fanart #c!tubbo #tubbo #tubbo fanart #qsmp #qsmp fanart #dsmp #dsmp fanart #self indulgent sunday #corcoart

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r1-jw-lover · 2 months

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Rating all John Wick single parents because I can :P

Tagging @evren-sadwrn @tobytheeggo @saengak @chaoticgardenbread :D

The number one spot on the list goes to...

Koji Shimazu!!! Easy 5/5

He easily takes the first spot. I mean, just look at his interactions with his daughter.

Koji had a loving relationship with Akira. They ran the Osaka Continental together, and they have these little inside jokes about "the Concierge/Koji's daughter". The way they switched between Japanese and English when talking, as bilingual families do. And the moment where Koji told Akira that he looked forward to dinner with his daughter is just the sweetest.

The only mistake Koji probably made was him sacrificing his life in the duel with Caine when he could have escaped alongside Akira. He thought this was the only way to protect his daughter, but who is to say the High Table wouldn't chase after Akira regardless if he's dead or not, but admittedly there was a lot of nuance to this situation that there was no better or worse decision to make at this critical moment as a parent.

Number two on my list goes to...

Sofia!!! 4/5

I was initially divided between her or Caine for this spot, but I decided on Sofia because it is explicitly shown in JW3 that she was present in her (unnamed) daughter's life early on, and only had to separate herself from her child and keep her in hiding in order to keep her daughter safe from potential enemies, something that kept Sofia haunted for the rest of her life.

"Sometimes, you gotta kill what you love." Also, Sofia keeping photos of her and her daughter in her office makes me sad.

Alright, as you might expect, number three on the list is none other than...

Caine!!! 4/5

The reason Caine is number three is that there aren't exactly many details on the relationship between Caine and his daughter. In fact, we aren't even sure whether Mia knew of her father at all. All we know is that Caine had a picture of Mia on his pocket watch, and the most he could ever come close to seeing his daughter is hearing her play the violin on the streets from afar.

Despite there being a high possibility that Caine was totally absent in Mia's life, Caine obviously loved his daughter very much, so much so that he wanted to leave the life of an assassin because of her, and was very pained by the fact that he couldn't get close to her due to the deal he made with the Marquis.

Now, the number four place on this list goes to...

The Director. 3/5

Despite her taking Jardani in as a child and raising him in the Ruska Roma, John Wick had a strained relationship with his mother figure.

Her parenting style is very strict and cruel, even cold-hearted, but she believed it was for the best. After all, she was raising a whole lot of children under the Ruska Roma by herself to become hitmen and assassins. The Director's treatment towards her children may not be ideal, but it didn't mean she didn't care for them.

The number five and final place goes to...

Viggo Tarasov. 3/5

Don't get me wrong, I don't think that he doesn't love Iosef as much as the other parents do on this list. It's just that his biggest mistake was that he never told his son about John Wick before.

Viggo probably spoiled his son very much, and while he wasn't afraid of physically punching Iosef in the guts for making a giant stupid mistake, he never once corrected Iosef's larger personal issues like his arrogance and violent tendencies. Looking at the person Iosef turned out to be, I personally think there is a certain degree of carelessness when Viggo raised his son.

Before we end, our (un)honorable mention goes to...

The Head of the d'Antonio family, aka Gianna's and Santino's father. 2.5/5

This is all just speculation since we have zero idea what this man looked like or how he runs his family (while there's no mention of a mother, we don't know whether the big old man single-handedly raised his two children), but the fact that Santino wanted to kill his sister out of jealousy after their father died is very telling of the family environment the d'Antonios lived in.

Because they were a criminal family who was one of the members of the High Table, it's very likely that this kind of toxic behaviour between family members was encouraged. Whatever genuine love or bond between Santino and Gianna would have been squashed by their father in one way or another.

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