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Lara Gets Saved By John Wick…

(Using my OC for this one…hope you don’t mind!)

(MOVIE FRANCHISE: “JOHN WICK”)

(Made in 3rd person!)

(Long!)

(John Wick x Female OC)

Rating: PG-13 for…Some gun violence, brief action, but really fluffy towards the end!

John Wick knew this had to be his last job, given the circumstances of wanting to retire. Every job he took ended up being more brutal than the last. But this certain job he took has to be the most brutal yet. Driving in his Mustang sports car, he’s on his way to London, where a mob gang is currently on the rise—trading off goods and weapons. Just as he arrived upon this manor-like hotel, his phone starts ringing beside him. He quickly reaches over to grab the phone and answers it. “I see you made it to London…”, It was the Don, the man who hired him for this job on the line. He had spoken those words into the phone, making John sigh slightly. “Yeah…what’s their intel?”, John had asked as he stepped out of his car. “Well, this British mob is just doing their usuals, taking what they want, taking what they need…but they’ve kidnapped someone in the mix…”, John stops in his walking into hearing what Don just said. “Who?”, “This woman…she’s a tourist…her name is Lara I believe…Lara Marleen…”, “Alright…I’ll be on my way…”, “Happy Hunting, Mr. Wick…”, John closes the call, tucking his phone into his suit pocket. Knowing where some mob scouts might be secretly hiding, he goes down this alleyway that’s nearby, taking a small shortcut. He comes upon this area in the alleyway, seeing there were these two parked white vans. One guy standing near the van took notice of John’s presence as his eyes widened in fear. “He’s here! He’s here you guys! Get the guns!”, He calls out, having the other men who were standing around quickly scatter about to the back of their vans to grab their weapons. One tries to fire upon John, but he was able to dodge and shoot him back, quickly pulling out his handy handgun, making him fall limp to the ground. Two guys ran up to John, trying to hit on him, but John evaded those punches, giving some punches of his own before kicking both of them in the legs and shooting them down. There was one more guy left, who tries to fire willingly towards John. He takes cover behind the white van as he tries to fire back. He looks over to see the guy running from his hiding spot. He aims his gun out at him, shooting him in the leg. The guy falls to the ground, shouting in pain. John quickly stands as he goes over to him, kneeling down as he forces him over and pulls him by the collar of his hoodie. “Where is she?”, “I don’t know who you’re talkin’ about man!”, John uses his gun to fire a bullet near his head, serving it as a threat to kill him as the guy flinches in reaction. “Alright! Okay! She’s at the estate building! Near the Central Bank!”, John only sighs to himself as he stands to his feet and shoots him, killing him instantly as he goes limp. John may have an idea on where that estate building is!

He goes over to one of the vans, hopping in as he takes the keys sitting in the cupholder and turns on the ignition. He makes his way to the estate building, seeing there were a good number of guards standing by the entrance. He eventually parks the van, hopping out as he goes towards the back to open it, finding a lot of weapons. He grabs the biggest gun there is, which was a rifle-like shot gun, slinging that onto his back as takes some usual handguns, shoving them into his waistband. Once he thought he had enough weapons, he strides his way to the entrance, grabbing those goons’ attention. All of them started firing at him, initiating a shootout. John takes cover behind this pillar, loading up his first handgun. He leans over, taking a few out before quickly running to a new hiding spot, dodging a few bullets along the way. He slings off his big rifle-like shotgun, loading in some bullets. He leans over, shooting and taking out the rest. Once there was silence, he tosses the rifle-like shotgun to the side before reloading his other handguns he had on him, making his way inside the building. Weirdly, there weren’t any goons guarding the lobby and nobody around! John rushes up a flight of stairs, kicking down this door as he aims out his handgun in front of him. One goon who was waiting on the side for him attempts to ambush him, swiping him with his pocketknife. But John was quick to dodge that as he kicks and punches him to the floor. He was then able to shoot him down, having him go limp. John continues exploring the floor he is on, having this gut feeling that Lara might be here. He came upon this hallway, hiding behind the corner of the wall as he looks over to see a door that was heavily guarded by two tough looking guys. John quickly thinks of a way on how to get rid of them. He pats on his pockets to feel two smoke bombs on him. Apparently, he forgot he packed those! He takes them, throwing them towards the guards as the bombs started spewing out smoke, with the guards coughing in reaction. John loads up his handgun as he turns and shoots both of them down. He kicks open the door they were guarding as he sweeps that room before coming upon another locked door. He fires his gun upon the locked doorknob, kicking it open. In the middle of the room sits a woman, tied up with ropes. John shoves his gun into his waistband as he goes over to untie her. He takes off the blindfold she’s wearing as the woman looks to see her savior. “You’re Lara, right?”, John asked, untying the ropes around her legs. “Um…yeah…”, John was able to untie all the ropes as Lara stands up, backing away slightly. “Y-you…you’re him! I’ve heard rumors about you…”, John nods, smirking faintly. “I get that a lot…”, Lara smirks back, taking a look at her surroundings. John takes one of his handguns, grasping it by the tip as he gestures it to Lara. “Do you know how to shoot?”, Lara looks to the gun, feeling a swell of anxiety. She was able to take it from him as she examined the gun in her hands. “I guess so…”, John only nods as he walks out of the room with Lara following after. Coming back upon the lobby area, John sees that it’s full of goons. He takes cover behind this big pillar with Lara taking cover as well beside him. “You ready?”, John had asked, seeing Lara only respond with a nod.

John then leans over and takes a few shots, instantly taking out a few of them. Lara leans over, taking aim at one, but before she could fire a shot, one goon fires back, making Lara hide back behind the pillar. “I can’t!”, John looks over, seeing Lara was getting more anxious than before. He leans over again, taking out a few. He quickly grabs Lara’s hand as they run to a new hiding spot. John takes his handgun to reload it as he takes Lara’s hand to squeeze if firmly. “I promise I’ll get you out of here…just stay close, okay?”, Lara swallows nervously as she nods, tightening her grip on the gun handle. John nods back as he lets go of her, leaning over to take out a few more, along with the goons firing back. Lara took a moment before leaning over, quickly taking out a few as well. “Good, you’re doing great…”, John says those words to Lara, making her smile slightly. After the lobby was cleared of those goons, John grabs onto Lara’s hand again as they both try to leave the building, only to hear a gunshot ring in the background. John flinches slightly at the sound, looking to himself to see he wasn’t hit. But he quickly turns to Lara, seeing her face morph into shock and discomfort. John only takes one look to where she was holding onto her side, seeing blood was slowly seeping through her fingers. “Damn it! She got hit!”, A thought rushes through his mind. Lara staggers to the floor, but John was there to catch her in time before she did. John lays her gently against the wall, out of harm’s way as he quickly stands, looking to see the shooter standing there at the top of the staircase lobby. He raises his gun to shoot again as John takes cover behind this pillar. “Don’t do this to yourself John! It’ll only make things worse!”, the gunman had spoken out. John reloads his gun again as he leans over and tries to fire towards him, but the gunman was quick to fire back, as John leaves from his hiding spot, running over to this counter for more coverage. He peers over, seeing the gunman was only hiding behind this pillar. Without the gunman looking, John quietly moves over to the pillar to the catch him by surprise. He tackles the gunman to the ground as he struggles to take the gun from him. The gunman tries to fire upon him as John was able to rip the gun from the gunman, flinging it across the lobby. They both still continue to struggle, as the gunman now topples onto John, attempting to choke on him. Lara was seeing this unfold as her eyes wander about, developing this sudden sense that she should intervene. She looks beside her to see her gun that John gave her as she reaches over to grab it. “Mister Wick!”, Lara calls out with John looking over briefly to see a gun sliding towards him. He was able to grab it as he used his weight to topple himself back onto the gunman, firing two bullets into his skull. John catches his breath before standing, walking over to Lara as he nods to her. “Thanks…”, Lara smiles to him, nodding back. “You’re welcome…”, John shoves the gun into his waistband as he helps Lara to her feet. “Let’s get you to a hospital…”, John was able to walk her outside and take an unoccupied car nearby, driving Lara to the hospital.

*TIMESKIP*

Lara walks out of the hospital, back to being in good condition as well as being patched up, with her side wrapped up in gauze. Being stuck in the hospital for two weeks took a small toll on her, but she felt relieved that she was able to leave with no complications. She looks around to see a familiar car waiting on the side of the walkway. There stands John Wick, leaning against his car, patiently waiting. Lara smiles at his presence as she walks over to him, having John look over to see her walking towards him. Once she stood in front of him, her smile turns shyly. “I wanna thank you…for saving me, Mister Wick…”, John only shakes his head. “You don’t have to thank me…I’m just doing what I need to do…”, Lara’s smile widens a little. “Still…I have to owe you something!”, “No need…”, Lara only nods as she quickly goes up to him, wrapping her arms around John’s neck, with his body stiffening up slightly. He was stiff for a few moments as he was able to relax. The thought of his wife and how she would had hugged him rushed through his mind as he was able to hug her back around her middle. The hug was brief as Lara releases herself from him, seeing John’s small faint smile. Lara steps back as she pretends to clear her throat, feeling embarrassment shoot up throughout her body. John gestures to his car behind him. “At least let me get you back home…I can pay…”, Lara’s eyes widened at what he said. “Umm…okay! Thanks!”, John nods to her as he goes over to open the passenger door, with Lara sitting herself into the car. John closes the door, going over to the driver’s side as he hops in after and starts up the engine. Lara was able to return home with no difficult or hiccup, with John feeling satisfied of completing yet another mission. Saving a life. John now stands there, staring out of this big window to see the plane Lara had boarded on start to leave and lift off the runway, back to America. John sighs to himself as he leaves out of the airport, making his own way across the country of London, heading into the unknown, heading into his next mission!

The End!❤️

Leave a like if you did…I tried my best with this as I know John’s the type of guy that follows a motto of “Actions speak louder than words”! Lol…and yes, I watched all 4 movies, and I loved them!

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CHAPTER I - EYE FOR AN EYE.

content warning(s): mentions of abuse.

chapter one

"an eye for an eye, a life for a life. i'll see you in hell, on the other side."

eye for an eye by rina sawayama.

January, 2022

ANIKA DUPONT had enough of her parents. That much was obvious. There wasn't one final straw. It was all a final straw. Anika was a trophy. A prize to be looked at. Valerie Dupont cursed at her whenever she didn't do anything right. All Anika did was please them which of course, wasn't enough. Maurice Dupont couldn't have given a shit about Anika's mental health. It was like this since she was a child. Anika didn't have a childhood. She didn't have a normal one anyway. As Anika Dupont grew up, she slowly realized that her parents were liars and cheats. They abused her emotionally and mentally until she was nothing but a bug under their shoe. A piece of glass they could break whenever they wanted to. Anika was strong enough not to cry. No matter how much she wanted to. To her parents, sadness was a weakness. There wasn't time for sadness in the Dupont family according to Valerie and Maurice.

Anika Dupont needed a plan. She had a plan to expose them. Anika wanted to expose them to everyone in Paris. Most importantly, those at the High Table. They had the High Table thinking they were decent people. They lied to get on the High Tables good side. Yes, the High Table was probably just as crooked, but they could kill her parents if they wanted to. They could put an Excommunicado on their heads and they'd be done for. The best part was, Anika would be left alone. She was the victim. Valerie and Maurice had betrayed her and she'd prove that to the High Table too. Anika Dupont would make the Dupont's name great again. Without the complete and utter lies. Her parents had dirtied their good name, and she needed to make it clean.

Anika needed to contact the Marquis de Gramont. Anika knew he worked under the High Table. She knew that he was an assassin for the High Table previously. This was before he earned his rightful place as the Marquis. The Marquis had always been well known in the assassin business. She had heard that his childhood wasn't exactly the best (it was nice that they had something in common) and Anika didn't know much about his parents. All she knew now was that they were dead and had been for a long time. Anika needed his help to take down her parents. There was no way she could do it without help. Plus, seeing as he worked for the High Table, he proved to be a wonderful asset.

Anika knew him to be quite the brutal killer. He knew what he was doing. He knew how to do his job very well. The only problem was, she didn't know how to reach him. The only thing she needed to figure out was how to get in contact with him. Part of her wanted to find out from her parents, but then she thought of something else. The Harbinger. Anika knew Harbinger worked for the Marquis. The best part was that she knew how to get in contact with him. If she could get in contact with The Harbinger, she could get in contact with the Marquis.

This Continental in Paris was lavish, and in simple words, fancy. Anika didn't feel like she belonged. First off, she wasn't an assassin. Second, they knew she was the Dupont's daughter. But she wasn't in danger here. If anything, she was welcomed there. It still put her on edge though. As she approached the concierge, Anika stuck her hand in her dark red coat pocket and pulled out a gold coin. It wasn't just the usual gold coin you handed out as payment. It was specifically for The Harbinger. The coin had two shot guns in the form of an X, with a knife in the middle of them. Anika had snuck into her father's office and unlocked his desk drawer for it. He had enough. He wasn't going to miss one. "Bonjour."

Placing it on the marble counter, the concierge looked up at Anika with a simple eyebrow raise as she took a glance at the coin. "Bonjour. Welcome to the Paris Continental. How may I help you today?"

Anika cleared her throat, sliding the coin closer to the woman. She gave the woman a blank look as she answered. "Is he in?"

The concierge slid the coin off the counter with a curt nod. "Oui, Mademoiselle Dupont. Let me take you to his office."

The woman walked out from behind the counter and Anika followed behind her. Her heels clicked on the marble floor as she kept in time with the concierge's footsteps. The walk seemed to go on forever. The elevator stopped at the bottom floor of the Continental. In the basement to be more specific. The floor was dark and dingy. Anika realized it was somewhat creepy too. As the woman led her to a door, she turned to face Anika. "I must warn you, he's a man of few words. He might not give you the answers you want."

Anika cleared her throat. She nodded towards the door. "I understand. I don't need many answers. Just one."

The woman sighed and nodded. As she opened the door, she held it open for Anika. "Anika Dupont for you, sir."

Anika heard his deep voice from the room. "Let her in, please."

She nodded, looking back at Anika. "Please, go on in."

Anika slowly walked into the room and approached the man. She had never seen his face before, but he didn't look intimidating, per say. Just very, very wise with age. There was a large scar on the left side of his face, his hair was completely gray. And he was missing his ring finger. Interesting. Anika heard the door shut behind her. The Harbinger gestured to one of the chairs in front of his desk. "You can sit."

Anika quickly took a seat in front of his desk and crossed her one leg over the other. She got straight to the point. "Do you still work for the Marquis?"

The Harbinger moved forward in his seat, putting his arms on the table. "Last I checked, yes."

Anika sat up straight with a small nod. "I need to meet with him. I know he's a busy man and I know he probably wouldn't want to meet with someone like me—"

Anika paused as The Harbinger held up his hand. He spoke after her. "You are a Dupont, Anika. Of course, he wouldn't want to meet with somebody like you."

Anika scoffed. "I am nothing like my family. My parents are awful people, and they aren't as perfect as everyone sees them. I'm sure you know this. They've used me for their own gain. I am a mascot for my parents. They used the innocence of my youth to show everybody of the world how "perfect" of a family we are. I noticed it too late, but I still noticed it and I'm done. They don't even see me as a daughter. All they see me as is a pawn in their game. You can tell him that."

The Harbinger just looked at her. He studied her for a few moments. He could sense real anger when he heard it. She was one angry woman. "What do you need, Miss Dupont?"

"I need to speak to him. I need his help to expose my parents for who they are. I've had enough of being under their thumb." Anika sighed angrily. "I don't know how to get in contact with him, so I thought I'd go to you. It's easier to meet with you than it is to meet with him."

The Harbinger nodded. "I see." He thought for a moment. "I'll see what I can do. I can't promise you anything, but I know that he despises your parents. He'd want to see them ruined." The Harbinger tapped the table a few times before speaking again. "I'll contact you in a few days with an update."

Anika was relived. She gave him a small smile. "Merci. Thank you."

Anika stood up from her seat and as she turned to leave, The Harbinger spoke. "If you ever need my help with this, I'll gladly oblige. You're not the only one who hates your parents."

Anika put her hand on the door handle and walked out. After she closed the door behind her, she smiled to herself as she walked to the elevators. This was going perfectly so far.

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THE days went by slowly as Anika Dupont waited for a call or a message from The Harbinger. Anything. She was getting impatient with how long it was taking but she told herself she'd get something soon. The voice of her mother echoed in the hallways as she called for Anika. "There's a letter for you down here, Anika! Come open it before I open it for you."

Anika sneered at the voice of her mother, but she made her way downstairs as quickly as possible. Anika approached her mother who held the letter out for her. As she was about to take it, her mother yanked it away. "Who is this from?"

Anika had been deceiving her mother for as long as she could remember. She knew she could act as innocent as she wanted to. Anika shrugged. "I'm not sure, mother. It could be from anyone."

Valerie Dupont held the letter back to her and Anika took it. "Fine."

"Thank you, mother." Anika took the letter and she turned to leave. Anika ripped the letter open with her nail as she walked up the stairs, quickly wanting to read the contents inside of it. As she made it to the door of her room, she unfolded the letter and started reading.

Miss. Dupont.

He'll meet with you. In an hour. At The Louvre. Don't be late. He isn't fond of tardiness.

Good luck.

Sincerely, The Harbinger.

Anika looked up from the letter and quickly entered her room. She was in comfy sweats and she was going to The Louvre to meet the Marquis. She wasn't going to be dressed the way she was now. Anika just hoped her parents wouldn't question her too much before she left. The outfit she wore wasn't extravagant. It was just a simple white turtleneck and plain black pants. It was wintertime in Paris, and she didn't feel like freezing.

Anika stuffed the letter in her dark red jacket pocket as she put it over her arm. She couldn't hear her parents, but she wasn't afraid of them anymore. She was a 26-year-old woman, and she could do what she pleased. She wasn't going to be jailed by them any longer. Anika walked downstairs, towards the front door as she put on her coat, gloves and scarf. Including her shoes. Anika left the house and told her driver to bring the car around without warning her parents. He obliged and left.

Anika looked out the window as the car drove on the road. Paris was quite beautiful during the winter with all the snow. It felt like a complete fairy tale for her. For years, Valerie Dupont said the snow was ugly, but Anika thought the opposite. It was lovely. The last time Anika visited the Louvre was the month before for a charity auction with her parents. Another event where they could show her off which meant she didn't have a chance to look around. She was at her mother and father's side all night. Speaking of which, it was the first time she laid eyes the Marquis de Gramont. She couldn't talk to him, of course, but she knew who he was. He was the star of the show with his outrages but dazzling sparkling suit.

The car stopped in front of the entrance of the Louvre. The museum was closed which was why it was the perfect meeting place. This was the Marquis. If he wanted to have the Louvre to himself for the day, he could. Anika looked at the driver. "Je ne devrais pas être plus d'une heure. Sortez déjeuner en attendant, si vous le souhaitez. Je suis sûr que je n'aurai pas besoin d'un chauffeur d'escapade." (I shouldn't be more than an hour. Go out for lunch in the meantime, if you'd like. I'm sure I won't need a getaway driver.)

The driver gave her a nod. "Merci, Mademoiselle."

Anika sent him a small smile as she stepped out of the car. She heard the car drive away behind her as she walked towards the entrance of the museum. There were guards in gray suits standing in front of the door, with pins on their lapels. These were pins that the Marquis' bodyguards all had, including him. Her blonde hair blew in her face as she walked towards them. She really needed to get a haircut. Before she could get a word in, one of the guards held up his hand for which she stopped. "I'm sorry but the Louvre is closed today, miss."

Anika breathed out through her nose, quite amused. "I'm here to meet with the Marquis de Gramont. He's expecting me and I know for a fact that he doesn't like when people are late. I'm sure you don't want me to tell him that you were the only who made me late, do you? I even have a letter from the Harbinger if you need more proof of my words." She raised a brow.

The guard looked at her with a blank look on his face. He was about to open his mouth to speak before someone else spoke up behind her. "Is there a problem here?"

Anika turned around and it was yet another guard. This one looked more important with the way he held himself though. "I'm Anika Dupont. Your guard here won't let me in."

"My apologies, Mademoiselle." He surprisingly gave her a small smile. "I'm the Marquis Second-In-Command. He is expecting you." Chidi looked over at the guard behind her with a frown, his voice harsh. "Move out of the way."

The guard nodded. "Sorry, sir. I didn't know." The guard opened the door for her. Chidi stepped in front first and walked inside.

Anika smiled at the guard. "Thank you."

Anika followed beside the Second-In-Command as he led her to the Marquis. Anika couldn't help but look around at the beauty in front of her. The paintings were grand, and she immediately fell in love with the place. The museum was wide with windows where you could see outside. The natural light made it even more beautiful in a way. As they turned a corner, Anika spotted who she'd been wanting to see for the past couple of days in all his glory. He sat on a couch, exuding with power and riches. His stark black suit completely popped more with the white couch he was sitting on. The Marquis studied the painting in front of him and what really stood out to her was the ring on his finger.

Anika prepared herself to be completely shooed off when she got there. A woman wanting to get revenge on her parents and wanting his help seemed like something he'd be used to. He'd probably be over it by now. Anika wasn't nervous. She was anything but nervous. She was excited instead. Letting in a small breath, Anika and Chidi had stopped in front of him. It was completely silent for a moment before he spoke with such ease without looking at her.

His accent hit her ears. He didn't seem too happy about her presence. "I never really paid attention to the details of a painting when I was younger. In fact, I simply didn't care much for them. Now, as I'm older, I realize how simply foolish that was. Paintings hold many details. They show how an artist was feeling at the time of the creation. I know it sounds silly but it's true." For the first time, the Marquis looked at her. "What do you think?'

Anika looked at him for a few seconds with curiosity before looking at the painting in front of her. She turned to get a better look at it, facing towards it. "It's colourful, but there are some dark parts to it. Is there an emotion that is between both happy and sad? I'd say that's what this painting looks like. But then again, I've never been much of an art expert."

The Marquis hummed. "No. Neither have I." He titled his head as he looked at her with curiosity as she gazed at the painting. "How can I help you, Mademoiselle Dupont?"

Anika turned around to face him. "Harbinger didn't tell you?"

He almost chuckled at her question. "I would prefer to hear it from you." The Marquis gazed at her with curiosity. He nodded at the spot beside him. "Sit, please."

Anika slowly walked towards the couch and sat beside him. Anika couldn't help but watch him encase he did anything she didn't like. He scooted over more so she had space. "I assume you're familiar with my parents?"

The Marquis nodded, glaring at the painting in front of him. Of course, he knew her parents. He hated them with everything he had. "Of course, I am." He scoffed with anger. "How could I not be?"

Anika turned her head to look at him with her brow raised in question. "What do you mean?"

The Marquis thought for a minute before answering her. "Your parents have tried to take my spot as Marquis many, many times. Way too many times. They almost succeeded once too." He looked at Anika and her blonde hair and noticed how perfect it was. Anika Dupont was a respectful woman, he could tell. He could also tell that she was nothing like her family. The Harbinger was correct. "My Harbinger tells me you're different from your parents. How is that, exactly?"

Anika sighed, shaking her head. "It's a long story."

The Marquis tilted his head to the side. "We have time. Tell me."

Anika looked towards him. That wasn't a question and more of a demand. Anika looked back at the painting in front of her with a scoff. "Ever since I was younger, they've only ever saw me as one thing. Someone they could shape and mold to the epitome of perfection. I wasn't even a human to them. I was more of something they could show off to prove how perfect they were when we are anything but that. Essentially, they've used me for their own gain. Treated me like I was nothing. Between the emotional and physical abuse, I couldn't do it anymore." She now glared at the painting in front of her. "I can't do it anymore."

The Marquis studied her as she looked towards him. "I have had enough of being used by them. It ends here and now. You're going to help me."

The Marquis looked at her once more and snapped his fingers. The guards cleared away quickly, walking away from the two of them. Anika looked around as they left. He really said jump, and they said how high. He leaned forward with his hands folded in front of him. He looked up at the painting as he addressed her. "Hm, I understand your frustration. Would you like to know something?"

Anika nodded as she stared at him. The Marquis smirked at her which surprised her. That was probably as close to a smile as she'd ever get from him. He looked pleased, in a way? Which was a good thing. At least he wasn't angry at her boldness. The Marquis chuckled quietly and shook his head. "Most people beg on their knees for my help, but you demand it instead. I like that very much."

Anika smirked at him. "Well, I am not most people."

The Marquis hummed. "What would you like me to do for you, Mademoiselle?"

"I need you to help me make the plan. To expose them. They even fooled the High Table into thinking they are good and decent people." Anika's voice turned into anger. "I want the world to know about what they did to me. And when the world finds out, I am going to kill them. And I will make the Dupont family name into something better. Into something people can look up to for help. I will erase everything that my parents have done. Then, their names will be forgotten."

The Marquis applauded her for that. She seemed like a strong woman and her cause sounded very convincing. Anika Dupont knew what she wanted, and he liked that. A lot. "I'll help you. I despise your parents just like you do. Where exactly would you like to start?"

Anika cleared her throat. "I'll still play the dutiful and loving daughter that they want me to be." As much as she hated doing so, she'd do it for the cause. "I can spy on them and bring as many updates to you as I can. I wish to expose everything. You're a powerful man, Marquis. I know this too be true. Everybody is afraid of you, and you seem like you would know how to plan something like this."

"If I have the right information to do so. Yes." He thought for a moment. "I have people who will help us. The Harbinger for one. He already said he would do anything he could." The Marquis had one question on his mind. "When do you plan on doing this?"

"There is a New Years Eve party we plan every year. Usually everybody is there." The Dupont's like to show off. A lot. "And I mean everybody. Even members of the High Table will be there. So, we'll do it there. It is always broadcasted every year because they like to boast. It would be perfect." Anika sighed.

The Marquis nodded in agreement. She seemed to have everything figured out. "I will keep in contact with you, Mademoiselle Dupont. I will have Harbinger send you letters because if they come front me, people will get interested. They'll stick their nose in business that doesn't concern them. That isn't something you or I want." Anika knew what that meant. It probably meant he'd have to kill people if they found out. For him and her. And no one could do anything about it. "We'll meet at the end of every week. Say, Friday's? How much are you involved in what your parents do?"

"Everything. They drag me to every meeting. To every function. Trust me, they still need me to be as perfect as always." Anika clenched her jaw.

"How long has this happened for, Mademoiselle Dupont? From what age?" The Marquis looked at her with interest. He wanted to know everything that has happened, he wanted to know everything about her. Everything.

"No younger then 9. Maybe 10." Anika lowered her brows in sadness. "They have taken everything that I have ever loved and they've taken advantage of me. Sometimes I hate how naive and innocent I was but I'm done with that now. I am not going to be the perfect little girl anymore. I'm going rouge."

The Marquis was excited. The definition of the word. He could tell she was going to be powerful. And maybe he could be powerful along side her. They'd be unstoppable. "I am glad you came to me with this, and not anyone else. I'm very glad we want the same thing."

Anika's phone rung and it echoed through the empty museum. "It's my mother." Anika bit her lip, answering the phone as she stood up from the couch. "Oui?"

"Où es-tu, Anika?" (Where are you, Anika?) Valerie Dupont demanded an answer from the other side.

Anika looked at the Marquis who could obviously hear her mother. The harshness coming from the woman's voice made him angry, annoyed. He stood up beside her. He held out his hand, gesturing to the phone, whispering. "Give it to me."

Anika rapidly shook her head, no. She had to respond before her mother got even more upset. Anika felt a hand on her arm. The Marquis looked at her with a blank stare. His voice still quiet. "Trust me."

Anika looked at him and to the phone at her ear and back to him. She held the phone out for him and he took it from her, placing it to his ear. "Bonjour."

There was a pause on the other side. "Qui est-ce?" (Who is this?)

The Marquis cleared his throat. He put a hand on his hip, standing up straight. "Le Marquis de Gramont, madame. Je suis désolé de vous avoir enlevé votre fille ce soir, Madame. Je l'ai simplement invitée à déjeuner. Nous appellerons son chauffeur pour qu'il vienne la chercher. Encore une fois, je m'excuse." (The Marquis de Gramont, ma'am. I am sorry to have taken your daughter away from you this evening. I simply invited her out for lunch. We shall call her driver to pick her up. Again, I apologize.)

This seemed to have stunned her mother. The Marquis taking her daughter out to lunch? Valerie Dupont didn't expect this. "Erm, C'est bien, Marquis. Merci de me l'avoir dit. Et dis à ma fille que je l'attends quand elle rentrera à la maison. Merci. Et s'il vous plaît, ne vous excusez pas. Si c'était quelqu'un d'autre, je ne l'aurais pas permis mais je peux faire une exception." (That is alright, Marquis. Thank you for letting me know. And tell my daughter I will be expecting her when she gets home. Thank you. And please, do not apologize. If it was anyone else, I would not have allowed it but I can make an exception.)

The Marquis almost scoffed but held back. "Bien sûr. Au revoir, Madame." (Of course. Goodbye, Madame.)

He hung up the phone and handed it back to her. Anika took it and looked at it for a moment before looking at the Marquis. "Thank you. I'm sure she would have wrung my neck if it wasn't for you." She paused for a moment. "I really must go. My mother gets impatient if I am late. Like you, in a way. But more frightening."

The Marquis gave her a small smile. "Nonsense. The sound of shock in your mother's voice was pleasing to hear. Let me put my number in your phone, yes?"

"Oh, uh, sure." Anika handed him her phone with a small smile.

After a few moments of typing in this number, he handed it back to her. "Until next week, Anika. I will have Chidi escort you out of the building." He held out his hand. "I look forward to seeing you again."

Anika took his hand and shook it. He then placed a small kiss on the back of her hand. The action made her cheeks hot. "Should I message you with information?"

The Marquis thought for a few moments. "We will wait until the end of the week. If you need anything at all, contact me immediately. I've put Harbinger in your contacts as well. For emergency circumstances."

Anika nodded and gave him a smile. As Chidi approached her, he gestured for her to go first. Anika nodded her head as a goodbye to the Marquis. Chidi walked towards his boss who was looking at the painting with his hands on his hips. "Make sure she gets in her car safely, yes? And I want you to watch her house. I don't trust her parents and I would like to make sure she stays safe. Keep an eye for anything curious. Especially if it seems that a hand has been laid on her. I will kill them myself if I have to."

Chidi raised a brow at his boss. "Have you become attached already?"

The Marquis sighed with the shake of his head. "She's a good woman. Very smart. She's interesting to me." He looked at Anika as she waited for his Second-In-Command. "Go. Her mother gets more angry by the minute she isn't home on time."

Chidi gave him a nod. "Of course, sir." He then turned around and walked towards Anika. "Come on, little lady. Let's get you back to your driver."

"Thank you." Anika smiled at him. "You don't have to walk me out."

"He wants to make sure you get out safe. Frankly, so do I." They approached the exit of the Louvre. Chidi opened the door for her as she walked outside. "Hey, blondie?"

Anika chuckled with amusement, and she turned around on her heel to look at him. "Oui?"

Chidi sent her a curt nod. "Stay safe, alright? I hope you get home alright."

Anika smiled once again. "Thank you. Bye, Chidi."

Anika chuckled again as she turned around to walk to her car. She entered the back seat. She put her seatbelt on and smiled at her driver. "Did you have a good lunch?"

"Oui, madam. Is there anywhere else you would like to go?"

Anika shook her head. "Non. Just straight home, s'il vous plait."

As the car drove away, Anika watched as the Louvre got out of her sight. She smiled to herself. It was all going according to plan. Soon enough, her parents would be dead, and she was happy about it. She was just glad she had the Marquis on her side.

next chapter...

#marquis de gramont fanfic #marquis de gramont x original female character #marquis de gramont #john wick #john wick 4 #bill skarsgard #anya taylor joy

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tobytheeggo · 9 months

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Do John Wick OC’s exist here? I sure hope so

This is my beloved assassin, Catcher! I made then way before JW4 so I never realized how similar they are to The Tracker (Mr. Nobody), but the two are different nonetheless

The shortest way I could describe them is saying they love cats and works to 60’s-90’s music

#john wick 4 #jw4 #john wick oc #oc x canon #but not to John lmao #original character #digital art

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liennka · 7 months

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Hello loves!

Hi guys, i love writing and im thinking of putting some of my work here :)

Something about me:

I am a slavic teenage girl

I like fantasy and adventure genres

My fav artists are Lana Del Rey and TV girl

I get obssesed with a show/movie for like 4 months at a time (I need social life fr)

Current obssesions: Hannibal, Hunger Games, Harry Potter, John Wick, Twilight ;), Hobbit and LOTR...

And lastly I am so sorry but I only post when I have some super detailed idea and right now I have nothing 🥹

#child reader #hannibal nbc #y/n tag #oc x canon #original character #new!here #john wick #teen reader #hurt/comfort #angst

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jiggowatts · 11 months

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John Wick oc? Absolutely!

Chupacabra is an assassin who’s unfortunately and unequivocally indebted to the head of the Cuban mafia, El Tejón. Her father had a past with the mafia, which left Chupacabra in a bit of a bind. However, Tejón pays her well for her hits - and she takes whatever paycheck she can get. That is, until her next contract involved an encounter with the Baba Yaga himself…

#oc #character design #original character #art #artist #John Wick #John Wick oc #fan oc #oc x canon #digital art #character #assassin #girlboss

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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Exhausted - John Wick X Female (Wife) Reader - ft. Boy

Title: Exhausted

John Wick X Female (Wife) Reader - ft. Boy

Additional Characters: Boy the best Boi

Requested by @fujinswife!

WC: 1,713

Warnings: Hitman stuff mentioned, killing people insinuated, wounds mentioned, bullet grazes mentioned, blood, one curse word, Reader takes care of John after a long day sort of cute fluff, massages cause John deserves them, Donald Glover mentioned), slight angst like the tiniest of angst, and fluff

You watched the clock on the wall, sitting on your favorite chair with a book in your hands. Though you had originally been enraptured with the new romantic drama you bought at Barnes And Noble, your mind began to wander and your eyes landed on the clock on the wall; tick, tock, tick, tock. It was almost ten, pretty late for you, but not for your husband. While you would probably be in bed by now, snuggled up with Boy, and cuddled in the arms of your beloved, your husband, John was out on the job.

Being a Hitman was a hard and stressful job, going out to find your hit and, in better words, eliminate them. It was taxing on the body and mind, and it was for you also at times. You always became overwhelmingly worried whenever you found John gone from bed and a Post-It note on the fridge. The words, 'going to the store' in black ink. You knew by now that that was code, code for 'I'm going to go and fight people and possibly come home with a wound or two.'

Now you didn't mind taking care of your John. Cleaning his bloody knuckles and bullet grazes helped you rationalize with your brain that your Johnny was alive and with you. That he came back, somewhat safe, but he was there with you in the flesh. Though you had to admit, the blood on your hands after helping your husband haunted you and made your skin crawl. But no matter how many times John tried to let him clean his own wounds, knowing how much you hated the sight of his blood, you'd stop him. You didn't think your husband was a burden, you were beyond willing to take care of him. You'd do anything to make sure he was alright.

As your gaze broke from the clock, you tried to re-read the page that you were on, glancing up when you heard the pitter-patter of clawed paws, watching with a smile as Boy entered the room, making his way over to you and sitting at your feet. You hummed, leaning down and past your book to rub Boy's head, his eyes closing in bliss as you scratched behind his ears. You hummed again, leaning back against the back of your chair, and looking at the front door. "I bet," You began, glancing at Boy with a smile, "He'll be home in ten minutes." You finished before tilting your own head. "When do you think Dad will be home? Hmm? Soon, right?" You asked Boy, who only whined a bit before laying his head on his front paws, making you sigh, nodding knowingly. "Yeah, another thirty. You're right."

For the next forty-five minutes, you sat and read, periodically making sure Boy was alright or taking a bathroom break. The room around you was dim, only a few lamps lighting it as you listened to the owl occasionally hoot outside, and the constant sound of crickets chirping outside in the garden. The book in your hands was as anticlimactic as you thought it would be from the first sentence. You regretted giving it a chance, really. You thought it was going to be a heartfelt book, with drama but a happy ending, like Pride And Prejudice or something, but you felt extremely underwhelmed when the main character, Maryanne, ended up marrying Lord Leo after her childhood friend Steven confessed to her. After all they've been through!? You thought as you stared blankly at the page. Steven sacrificed everything for you, and this Lord Leo had been caught cheating on you with your cousin Claire! You couldn't find it in yourself to even finish the last two pages, tasting a sourness in your mouth.

"Should've called off the damn wedding." You muttered, earning a head raise from Boy as you shut the book and sat it aside, before you could say anything more to Boy, you watched as he looked over at the door suddenly, his tail wagging, and you smiled, staring at the door yourself as you felt your heart hammer in your chest. John was home. You watched as you heard the keys jingle in his hands before you jumped out of the chair and slid across the hardwood floor with your socks, almost hitting the door as you looked out the peephole just in case before hastily opening it. John stood there, blood on his bottom lip, hands, and dotting the collar of his white suit shirt, and yet, he still gave you a smile.

Entering, you closed the door behind him, instantly taking any weapons from him to put away in that safe of his, before rushing back to find him standing where you left him, shoulders slightly slouched as he stared down at Boy at his feet, still fiercely wagging his tail. Breaking their stare down, you took John's hand in yours, leading him to the bathroom. As John sat on the lid of the toilet, you grabbed the first-aid kit from under the sink, and for the next half-and-hour, you cleaned any and all his wounds. It was silent as you worked, your tongue sticking out slightly from your mouth as you dabbed the cotton ball on his knuckles, cleaning off the blood. John just watched you, like he usually did, mesmerized by the thought of you caring for him, and just you in general. You were so careful when treating him. It warmed his heart, body, and soul.

After you finished cleaning his wounds, you helped John into the shower, before rushing off to find a new fresh pair of pajamas for him, throwing them, and his towel, in the dryer for a couple of minutes so they would be warm for John when he got out. For the rest, it was like clockwork, helping him out, giving him clothes, brushing his hair for him as he brushed his teeth slowly, and finally holding his freshly bandaged hand as you led him to the kitchen for some dinner.

Sometimes words were exchanged, but most of the time, there wasn't. The silence engulfed the two of you and it was nice, peaceful. You both basked in it. After you and John finished your food, you traveled to the couch where you turned on the tv, handing John the remote for him to browse through channels. Your hands then landed on his shoulders, gently putting pressure in all the right places, easing the tension in his muscles. You kissed his cheek softly, giving him what he needed to relax as he leaned further into you, sighing as your fingers trailed up his shoulders to his scalp, your fingernails scratching gently, running your fingers through his slightly damp hair.

Pulling away, you walked around the couch to sit beside John, smiling and chuckling lightly at the smile of content on his face. You sat down, leaning into his side as John's arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. The two of you watched the TV for a good while, which ended up being a Donald Glover movie, before you felt John's head turn, the stubble of his beard softly grazing your cheek, causing you to giggle quietly, turning your head a little to meet his gaze. Before you could say anything, John leaned down to press his lips onto yours, You smiled against his lips as you placed your hands on his stubbly cheeks, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. His hands ran down your body until they reached your waist, gripping you tightly, protectively, his thumb rubbing small circles on your hips, sending tingly shivers throughout your entire being before you both pulled away.

You hummed, gazing lovingly at your husband, your eyes beholding the man's beauty, your fingers gently brushing against his cheeks, chin, and jaw. "What are you thinking about?" John mumbled, his voice husky with sleepiness. You opened your mouth to answer, but a yawn escaped you instead, shaking your head as you hid your face in his neck, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Just you." You answered softly, snuggling further into his neck as his arms wrapped around you, holding you close. You smiled as you laid your hand against his chest, you could feel his heartbeat quicken, a soft chuckle escaping him. "I'm glad you're home." You told him as his hand cupped the nape of your neck, pulling you closer to his shoulder, his fingers running through the hair on the nape of your neck; kissing the top of your head.

"Me too. I missed you." He answered, kissing the top of your head.

You sighed contently, nestling your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent deeply. You could feel your eyelids growing heavy. "I missed you too." You muttered against his neck, closing your eyes as you fell asleep in his arms.

John sighed, holding you close as he watched Boy waddle over from his food bowl, looking up at him with big brown eyes. John took his time, scooping you up in his arms before standing up, grunting slightly as he strained his side a bit. Boy followed after you and John as he headed to the bedroom, hopping up on the bed as John laid you down gently in the bed, tucking you in the soft, fluffy covers. When he stood back up, he looked at Boy, staring at him for a moment before reaching down and petting the dog, smiling slightly as Boy leaned his head into his hand.

“Good Boy.” John muttered, not wanting to wake you, as he rubbed Boy’s ears before Boy moved to lay beside you, your arm subconsciously wrapping around the pup before going back to sleeping peacefully. John sighed slightly before he got in bed on his side, pulling the blankets over him before turning on his side to wrap his arm around your waist, pulling your back into his chest. The night went on peacefully like this, the three of you falling fast asleep and waking up to each other. This process continued like this, every day, for months and years to come. You wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. Just you, John, and Boy, against the world.

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johnwickb1tsch · 5 months

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Fic: The Night Nurse - John x Helen CH 1 │ CH 2 │ CH 3 │ CH 4 │ CH 5 │ CH 6 │ CH 7 │ CH 8 CH 9. CH 10. │ A03 you're the worst thing (i'm addicted to) - John x Helen'sSister!Reader fic │ Part 1 │Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 A03 The Girl Next Door ~ Constantine x Vampire!Reader Fic Part 1 Part 2 (based on below imagine)

Imagines:

John x Helen'sSister!Reader Imagine John Wick x Tarasov'sDaughter!Reader Imagine Constantine x Reader x John Wick Imagine Young!John Wick & Model!Reader Imagine part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 John x Wife!Reader Fix it Imagine Yandere!John x fem!reader coffee shop au (this totally turned into a fic) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8 PART 9. PART 10 PART 11 PART 12 PART 13 PART 14 PART 15 PART 16 PART 17 PART 18 PART 19 PART 20 PART 21 PART 22 PART 23. PART 24 PART 25. PART 26 PART 27 PART 28. PART 29 PART 30 PART 31

OTHER KEANUVERSE CHARACTERS:

Constantine x Vampire!Reader Neighbor Imagine

Donaka Mark x MartialArtist!Reader Imagine

Donaka Mark x Secretary!Reader Imagine

Tex Johnson x Reader x John Wick Yandere Collab with the diabolical @treedaddymcpuffpuff & @sweetwolfcupcake *so many dead doves here be warned...* Original Imagine COVER Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5. Part 6 Part 7. Part 8 WIP PT 9

EXCESSIVE FORCE - Tom Ludlow x Nurse!Reader collab w the AMAZING @treedaddymcpuffpuff CH 1 CH2 CH3 CH4 CH5 CH6

#john wick #john wick x you #john wick x helen #john wick fic #helen wick #john wick x helen fic #keanu reeves #john wick x reader #john wick x y/n

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staarboyyy · 6 months

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YAYYY YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

I was wondering if you could maybe write something about y/n being an apprentice and Hoffman flirts with them even knowing they are in a relationship with Amanda 😧 It goes on for a while and Amanda gets tired of it, gets really jealous and yells at Hoffman then takes y/n back to her room and… you know 🫣 NSFW, maybe slight choking if you don’t mind writing it (if not that is totally okay!) just some dirty talk here and there also for example: whenever Amanda catches Hoffman flirting with reader she whispers things into readers ear :) Thank you so much in advance!

territory

amanda young x gender neutral reader | specified anatomy

18+ characters / scenarios - minors dni

tags / warnings ; apprentice!reader, jealousy, amanda being a guard dog, anatomical terms for vagina, degradation, dubcon if u squint, biting, sadistmanda

summary ; amanda catches you and mark going over your lastet work.

word count ; 3.2k

a/n; sorry for the delay, i really loved this prompt and writing for the apprentice reader, they are so silly! please enjoy :D

Amanda had a bad feeling about Mark from the start. How could she not? She saw that wicked look in his eyes, that knowing spark every time he glanced at you while you sketched traps aimlessly. He knew that you weren't supposed to be anything more than teammates, but that didn't stop him from trying to turn it into something more - Something like what you and Amanda had. Mark had always been cold, bitter. He spoke the truth with no hesitation, taking in breaths with the intent to speak words meant to silence others in the room. He was a force to be reckoned with to most; And yet as he watched you from across the warehouse, his gaze was disturbingly ... Friendly. Seeing this did not just make Amanda angry, her gaze curiously stuttering past the dooframe just as Mark crossed the room toward you. He squared his shoulders, shoes thudding quietly against the cement floor as his eyes reached the sketchbook in front of you.

You had been drafting for some days - It felt strange, almost like having homework due. John was a tough judge, especially when the traps were made for a truly awful person; In truth you didn't want to dwell on the details of the man this trap was for. He had taken things from women that could never be given back to them, and that was enough to drive your sadistic spark. The spark that made John give a slight tilted grin, not speaking as he steadily nodded, studying your sketches. At first his silence worried you, but when your drafts ended up pinned to the wall near his desk, you took to planning more confidently. It seemed John wasn't the only one to take notice to your determination, your pencil coming to a sharp pause as Mark leaned the weight of his hip into the creaking metal table. His eyes were still lingering on the page, jaw shifting with a slightly tilted head, nearly perplexed at the scratched notes and crumpled discarded brainstorm pages. Not your fault your desk was cluttered. When the inspiration hits you, y'know?

"What is this?"

Mark asked quietly as he moved to grasp and hold up one of the crumpled sketches. It had been discarded because you accidentally drew it comically uneven and decided it was too time consuming to try and fix without a ruler on hand. Mark gave you a quizzical glance nonetheless, looking between you, the warped drawing, and the others on the sketchbook before you. You had originally planned to draw a second picture, a much less fucked up version with the same pose, but you got hung up on the details. A small laugh escapes your throat, lighting up the cold warehouse for a brief moment. Why did he take notice of the wrong sketch? And why did he have to remind you of it's existence? The small pursed smile pushed at the corners of your lips as gave a shake of your head.

"Bad proportions."

"I'll fuckin' say,"

Mark's response suprised you slightly, the way his tone so easily shifted from a cold demanding one to an almost playful chuckle. He gave a slight nod as he re crumpled the distorted sketch, eyes casting over his shoulder to locate the trash can and - Oh. There she was. Amanda stood slightly obscured by a stacked frame of chains, the light of the warehouse casting long shadows across her face. She could feel the distinct searing hot shaking in her fingertips; She had never seen Mark laugh, let alone smile. It left a harshly bitter taste in her mouth, shifting her shoulder to shrug past the hanging chains. Her body moved slow, steps quiet as she approached you and Mark with the stealth of a snake in high grass. Her dark eyes were still locked on Mark's, the way his free hand hovered over your shoulder, how he shifted his body to face yours, the smell of his subtle cologne brushing over your senses. Jealousy surged through Amanda's veins in chilling waves, goosebumps pricking the back of her neck, fingers clenching into fists, knuckles a bright white. No one could have you besides her, this was true. But Hoffman surely had to know exactly what he was doing.

Mark's eyes narrowed when they met Amanda's. He knew that look - An animal primed to kill, a woman who would cage herself over you in a storm of shattered glass without a second thought. He swore a flashing glint of red soared over Amanda's gaze, her attention faltering as it caught the sight of Mark's hand. In one moment, his palm had laid for perhaps half a second on your shoulder, and the next, a shadow cast over your sketchbook, a figure standing directly behind you.

You had grown used to Amanda's silence when walking around the warehouse, yet your body jolted with a sudden twist of fear, moving to turn towards the figure just as Mark pulled his hand away. Your hitching breaths relaxed as you caught sight of Amanda, your expression easing into a small smile. But when she did not return it, it faded from your lips. You immediately recounted the past few minutes - Surely there had been no reason to be angry with you. You've been working, and Mark's been... Ah. The dots connected then as you peered over toward the man beside you, then Amanda once again. The woman wet her lips slowly, tongue rolling over her bottom lip before speaking in a terrifyingly calm voice.

"Having fun?"

Amanda's gaze locked with Mark's, her thoughts flashing with an ugly picture of him with you. Mark shifted slightly, a frown tugging at the edge of his lips. He knew that look in Amanda's eyes. That possessiveness that bordered on insanity. She couldn't place if Mark even knew about her history with you - The countless times she'd press kisses to your cheek in passing, the brush of your thighs when you passed each other, your quiet desperate whispers in her ear promising to keep quiet if it meant she'd touch you. You belonged to her entirely, she was assured of that every waking moment of the day. Every time your bodies tangled together in bed, swimming amongst the sheets to get comfortable, taking in eachothers warmth and staying close, whispering sweet nothings. You were Amanda's everything. She'd flay anyone, any man that tried to ruin that.

"Having a blast." Mark speaks sarcastically, leaning once again against the rusting table, palms splayed over it behind him. "Our friend here was showing me some of their latest work, which I have to say seems promising."

Mark continues, not even looking at Amanda, instead focusing on your drawings. Amanda, for her part, remained motionless for a moment, her expression nearly unreadable, her breathing sharp and steady. Your face flushed, cheeks warming at the sight. In another world, you'd be terrified of that look. Primed to kill, stalking prey with the intent to ravaging it. Her fists curled tight at her side, mouth parted ever so slightly.

"Latest work?"

Amanda echoed, not missing a beat. She still had her eyes locked on Mark. There were no words there anymore, just unspoken emotions that Mark caught wind of almost immediately. He rolled his shoulders, feeling them tense up slightly. He should have known better than to cross claimed territory. That became only more apparent as Amanda's slow pace began once again, coming closer to you both until her hands could rest on both of your shoulders. Her hands were just abit smaller than Mark's, fingers slim and familiar, silver banded rings wrapping over them. They were familiar, warm as her thumbs swept over the backs of your shoulders. It comforted her having you in arms reach, especially with Mark so close by. Her grasp was ever so slightly too tight, fingers flexing over your shoulders as her head cocked, eyes still on Mark. She lifted her eyesbrows expectantly, chin jutting forward slightly, motioning the man to speak with an impatient expression.

"Tch,"

Amanda's possessiveness was so intense, you started to question if that was really a good thing - But the way her hands were now holding you, stroking your shoulder in a comforting caress? That was definitely worth the way Mark began to shift away from you both. There was no helping the way you bit your lip, trying to ignore the way your pulse was picking up pace by the second under Amanda's cold grasp. Her large scarred hands made you feel safe. Each arching scratch or healing nick on her finger tips had a story, one she would tell you with a lopsided grin, nearly bragging. She liked impressing you. Though, she'd never admit it to you without a myriad of stutters and flushed cheeks. Her presence made you feel warm, a space of safe welcoming heat in the middle of this seemingly endless freezing warehouse. You were so comfortable with her hands on your shoulders that you stopped wondering what Mark was feeling. Your gaze cast toward the sketches splayed over your desk, mind dwindling off into all different directions, all leading back to her. Mark was always cold. You and Amanda had something different - The way her breath caught in her throat as she realized you were starting to relax again, the way the fingers on your shoulder gripped tighter just for a moment before she pulled back, as if to assure you she'd be back in no time - you didn't even glance away as Mark's footsteps echoed away down a dingey hallway, presumably to leave for the night.

The feeling of your back hitting the lush mattress of Amanda's bed took the breath away, but how her hands kept your wrists pinned to the sheets made you gasp sharply. The palms pressed softly against your wrists, sending shivers rocketing up your spine, setting your every nerve on edge. Her dark hair curtained over you as her nails gently raked over your body - She cherished every inch of skin, biting her lower lip as her eyes watched you wryly, pinned underneath her. You didnt dare push past this to see through the pulsing haze that danced across your vision from the unexpected rough touch of the other. You tried to swallow your panic down, but nothing could be done to keep the soft whimper from escaping your lips; It pulled a low purr from the woman, tutting quietly before bringing an index finger to her lips, a motion to stay quiet. Amanda leaned down then, her whispered words catching the shell of your ear as she leaned more of her weight into you.

"Shh... You know exactly what you were doing. Don't try to fight me now."

Your eyes darted back and forth, body shivering with equal parts need and fear as she chuckled darkly. The sound was pillowed with a dark intent, lips moving to trace over the warm skin of your neck, lightly glazed with sweat. There was a moment where it felt like you were going to pass out from the thrill of being Amanda's plaything, but then her lips pressed gently against your throat, tethering your mind to focus on her. The way her tongue slid over the sensitive space of skin, teeth gently sinking down, reeling a quiet squeal from your chest. It only made her bite harder, though perhaps you knew that; Perhaps she was right. You wanted to play cat and mouse? So be it.

You squirmed at the slowly building pinch on your throat, back arching as arms fighting ever so slightly against Amanda's weight. After a long moment, the pain subsided, her tongue sweeping over the harsh bite before sitting up slightly. Her eyes were locked on yours, though she was clearly looking through you, to some private joke you were not exactly privy to. Her eyes slid down your body slowly, her left hand releasing one of your wrists to dive underneath your shirt. It seemed a dangerous gamble, taking the chance that she'd see your skin bare, chest rising and falling with frantic gasps of desire, like this. But then, Amanda had been a risk taker - And in this moment, there was nothing more you wanted, those poisonous moments where every sensation she caused seemed to leave a permanent mark on your body and mind. She molded you, carved you like granite as she palmed your chest greedily, one of her legs shifting to spread your own. Her knee pressed lightly against your clothed heat, applying slight varying pressure with a watchful eye; She always loved to see exactly what made you tick. What made your back arch and breath hitch with a carnal spark. She craved to have that practiced to a muscle memory, to turn you mindless in the palm of her hand whenever she chose fit.

"God you're sick huh?

You tried to say something in defense, maybe even a witty quip to get her to smile again. You loved when she smiled in moments like this; Between the passion, the rough bites and harsh words - It was nothing less than love. She knew how much you adored her like this. Dominant, protective, trigger happy with anybody who dared get too close to you. But you were breathless, body shuddering with the pleasure her touch brought. You were at your most vulnerable underneath the woman; Even with no way out, you could think of nothing better than being right where you were. Not much else mattered except for the feeling of both her hands sweeping back down your chest and stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. It wasn't until her finger tips hooked around your belt loops that your dazed eyes focused. Her fingers were slim, scarred, veins lacing over the back of her large hand and muscular forearm. She pulled away your pants with a bite of her lip, kicking them away with distinct impatience; She wanted to taste you.

The cold air chilled your lower half as she worked at your jeans, a soft chuckle following as her finger tips glided over your hips, dipping into the waistband of your underwear. She took more deliberate care with these, her fingers finding the exact mark in the fabric to pull them down, leaving you fully exposed. She wasted no time in exploring the full breadth of your bare front, leaning slightly downward to press soft kisses along the hard pulse of your left thigh. It was maddening, feeling the woman in her element as she lavished attention on your vulnerable skin, biting like a starving animal; Arousal spun your mind, her hot breath and desperate tongue so close to your needy cunt.

You couldn't think through the fog in your mind - Only feel. Only see. Her fingers danced across your skin in search of its most sensitive areas, leaving strewns of light bruises on the soft of your thighs. Hands swept over your thighs with surprising gentleness, positioning your legs to rest on her wide shoulders. She didn't let them linger there, letting go to slip those same palms over your ass, pulling you closer to her with yet another dark snicker. The air in your chest seemed to catch fire when she spoke, her whispered breath causing your hips to sutter forward, whimpering needily.

"I haven't even touched you yet... You think Mark could make you this fucking pathetic?"

It was a sharp question, despite being spoken in one of the softest tones you've ever heard from the woman - She gave you no time to answer, let alone recover before letting her tongue dip firmly into the space she whispered into.

“You're mine,�� She murmured, letting her senses all fall away from her head, her spiraling thoughts. She was quick to pull your legs apart from one another, letting his tongue ease over your cunt, starting down firmly at the base, one of her thumbs moving to spread you open gently, to let all her have complete access to you. You gasped sharply, instinctively trying to close your thighs at the sudden electric euphoria lashing at your senses. Yet when her teeth grazed over your clit, your breath hitched tightly in your chest, gazing down at her working at your cunt with the desperation of a starved animal. A groan vibrated into your heat, and you let your head fall back, propping yourself up with her elbows as beads of sweat rolled over your temples. Your eyebrows knitted together, one of your hands reaching to the back of Amandas head, hoping for everything that she wouldn’t stop no matter what you said.

“Fuck - 'Manda!”

You strained the words, your hips shaking slightly as Amanda pulled your clit firmly between her lips, the fingers once used to hold you down had been moved to ease into your cunt, her index and middle fingers sliding in with little resistance. You felt so full just from the pair of fingers, and when she curved them upwards, you could feel your thighs trembling, biting your bottom lip. The quickening tips of her fingers reached that perfect spot, the one that you could barely reach by yourself. You tossed your head over the sheets, your fits gripping the blankets beside you so tightly you could feel your fingernails digging into the palm of your hand. Amandas tongue worked wonders over the small area, her fingers keeping the repetitive motion inside of you; You felt a small fire start to rise in your lower stomach, spiking up into your veins, clouding your vision with stinging tears - Your body screamed for release, your moans aimless, begging Amanda not to stop.

Your squeals always seemed to motivate her more than anything else. Amanda used her free hand to pull one of your legs up onto her strong shoulder, leaning herself deeper into you - So willing to make you come undone just from her fingers and tongue alone. A smile reached over her lips as she pulled her mouth from you, her fingers not wavering.

“That's it...” She murmured, her dark eyes piercing deep into yours, expression contorting, able to see you finally cum around her thick fingers. Your eyes watered with the immeasurable amount of pleasure that reigned over your senses, head spinning, saliva falling from your bottom lip. Amanda shuddered out a sigh at the sight of your twitching heat, her thumb rubbing over your senstive clit harshly now, post orgasm. This caused you to try and pull away once more, head shaking instinctually. The sensitivity was too much for you, a strangled sounding out cry made Amanda chuckle casually, her teeth now nipping at the insides of your thighs as you rode out your forcefully coaxed orgasm.

When Amanda removed her fingers, she eased her tongue over them, humming with approval, eyes not leaving your dazed expression. She let your trembling leg slide off her shoulder as the air filled with your unsteady gasps, hardly able to put words together as the woman before you moved to sit on the bed beside you - You tried to move, lifting your shakey hand, finger tips numb from your shallow breaths, yet Amanda shook her head and returned your hand back in place. You needed rest, even as she pulled you into her arms and wrapped her thick quilt over your shoulders, keeping you in her lap while she gingerly offered you water and pecking your cheeks and head with kisses. Amanda would spoil you until the end, even if it meant reminding you exactly who you belonged to every once in a while.

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✨Chapter 42 of Skyline will drop on Thursday, September 28th at 2:30PM EST.✨

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SERIES MASTERLIST

Hardest Part of Ending is Starting Again

an avengers x john wick crossover fanfic

STATUS: ON-GOING

PAIRINGS: avengers x teen!reader (platonic) , tony stark x niece!reader , john wick x daughter!reader , peter parker x female!reader

SYNOPSIS: After the death of your father, you are left alone, struggling to cope up with the grief. You find yourself drawn in joining the criminal underworld, just like your father. With nothing left to lose, you began taking on contracts and slowly climbing the top, establishing yourself as a legendary figure that was once your father. As you navigate through your new found life, old enemies of your father had resurfaced to come after you, and along the way, you find yourself struggling to balance your new found family, work, and the thing the you never expected the most, love. You know that eventually, you’ll have to make a sacrifice.

WARNINGS: death, blood, violence, foul language, guns and knives, gory scenes and descriptions. (new warnings will be updated from time to time)

WORD COUNT: < 30k

REMINDER: this fic is purely fiction only. i don’t own all of the characters that will be mentioned in the fic, aside from the reader’s character. this is a crossover fic between john wick and avengers, some details may be inaccurate as i’m still a new fiction writer. there are connections that had been made that was not part of the john wick franchise for the sake of the story to come in full circle. this is my original story, please do not copy or repost my work in any way.

DIVIDER BY: @silkholland

CHAPTERS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CH APTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

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Here is an excerpt from my John Wick Fanfic sequel...

One of them states that Diana wasn’t in her class and that all her teachers haven’t seen her the whole day. Lara felt her heart drop. “Wait…Diana? She’s…missing?”, The sheriffs’ partner only nods. Lara felt like bursting into tears but tries to keep her composure. “You’re trying to say that she got kidnapped?”, The receptionist stands to her feet. “There’s a small mob running around here…they’ve been a nuisance on these school grounds…they’re from China...of course…”, Lara suddenly has these flashbacks of being taken by this mob from when she was in London…but a certain man had rescued her…it was John Wick. She snaps back to reality, knowing who to call as she walks up to the desk. “Can I use your phone?”, The receptionist nods as she points to a separate table where a phone was sitting.

She picks up the phone, dialing in the numbers of the Continental Hotel John had only mentioned to her once as the line starts to ring in her ear. After a moment, a familiar voice comes onto the line. “This is the Continental Hotel…how may I serve you?”, It was Charon. Lara smiles to herself into hearing his voice. “Charon…it’s me, Lara…I um…need to speak with Winston…please…”, Charon smiles to himself also into hearing Lara’s voice. “Of course, Miss Lara…give me a moment while I route your call…”, Lara shakes her head, being amused by Charon’s politeness. It was for a moment when she soon heard Winston’s voice on the line. “Winston? It’s me, Lara…I have a situation…”, Winston is sitting in his lounge, sipping away on his cocktail as he sighs. “Let me guess…a party crisis?”, Lara scoffs at his attempt. “Close…it’s more…personal…”, “Go on…”, Winston went serious, sipping away on his cocktail. Lara looks around the room, all eyes were glued on her. She sighs before speaking: “My daughter…she’s been kidnapped…”, Winston almost chokes on his cocktail drink upon hearing her words. He places the glass back down on the table as he shuffles in his seat. “By who?”, “A mob…”, Winston sighs at this.

“Tell me exactly what happened…”, Lara leans against the table, feeling a wave of dread wash over her as she explains in detail. “I was just dropping her off like I usually do…but when I did, I had this….pit feeling in my stomach…like something wasn’t right…”, Winston nods to himself as he was listening to her. Lara takes a moment before continuing. “…and…a few hours later…I come to pick up her but she’s not here…”, Her voice breaks from the tears forming in her eyes. “Alright, alright…calm down…I see what’s going on here…have you talked to John lately?”, Lara closes her eyes, trying to fight back the tears as she shakes her head. “No…”, Winston sighs to himself. “Alright…I’ll send you John’s phone number then…get in touch with him…explain what you have told me to him…and I'm sure he’ll be able to help you out…”, Lara can’t help but smile faintly to herself. “Thank you…Winston…”, Winston smiles faintly to himself as well. “Do not mention it miss Lara…if you are needing anything else, I am just a phone call away…”, Lara soon hangs up the phone as she looks straight to the receptionist. The receptionist looks to her. “Well?”, Lara gently dismisses her. “I got it from here…thank you…”, Lara looks to Sheriffs standing by, acknowledging them before quickly leaving out of the school building.

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CHAPTER II - VIGILANTE SHIT.

previous chapter...

content warning(s): none

chapter two

so on the weekends, i don't dress for friends. lately i've been dressing for revenge.

vigilante shit by taylor swift

January, 2022

THE first thing that popped into Anika's mind when she woke up was her hair. Her long blonde hair had always been special to her. It had always been her staple but now, she felt indifferent to it. She had been bored with it. Anika looked in her bathroom mirror and made her decision. She was going to cut her hair. The only reason she never touched it was because her mother didn't want her to. Her father couldn't have cared less. So, Anika contacted her hair stylist and told the woman she wanted something different. Her hair stylist obliged, of course. The old Anika sat in that chair with her long blonde hair, and the new Anika now stared at her in the mirror. Her hair was just above her shoulders and dyed a beautiful red colour.

All Anika could do was smile at her new look. She was finally free from her old self. As they say, out with the old and in with the new. Anika was happy as she walked out of that salon. She had left her old self behind. At least that's what it felt like. Anika arrived at home and just waited to see the reaction on her mother's face. Opening the front door, there stood Valerie Dupont just waiting for her. Arms crossed and disappointment on her face. It grew bigger as she saw Anika's hair.

Anika stepped into the threshold and just looked at her mother with faux curiousity like she didn't know what her mother was staring at. "What?"

Valerie Dupont frowned, her face growing angry. "What did you do?"

Anika smirked at her mother. "What do you mean? I changed it." She then touched it. "Do you like it?"

"Of course, I don't like it." Her voice raised. "You ruined it."

Anika scoffed. "I didn't ruin it. You're being dramatic."

Anika moved to walk past her mother, but she grabbed her arm, roughly. "It looks awful."

"Well, what do you want me to do? Magically bring it back?" Anika yanked her arm out of her mothers hold.

"Just get it out of my face." Valerie grimaced.

Anika smiled sarcastically. "Gladly."

"The charity gala is tonight." Valerie shook her head in disappointment. "There's a dress on your bed for you."

With a nod and a darling smile, Anika walked away. As she climbed up the stairs, she clenched her jaw in anger. She wasn't going to let her mother get to her. She was going to make sure of it. After taking in a small breath, Anika calmed herself down and made it to her bedroom. She could see the dress on her bed, and, in all honesty, it didn't look that bad. But she was going to freeze when she was outside. "Beauty hurts," her mother had told her once.

The dress was red, her favourite. She smiled as it almost matched the colour of her hair. There was nothing stopping her from trying it on, but she wanted to wait until later. Until then, she put the dress over the desk chair. It had been a few days since the meeting with the Marquis, and she hadn't heard anything back yet. She hadn't gotten anything from the Harbinger either, but she understood he was busy.

In all honesty, Anika was not excited for the charity gala. Of course it was for a good cause and Anika loved that but she knew she was only there for the same reason as always. Besides, her parents stole money. None of the money that they had made was from honesty. No one knew that except for her, and them. Truthfully, it was disgusting. Anika didn't expect anything else from them though. This was another reason why she was excited to take her parents down. She wanted to give back to everyone that they robbed from. It was what she wanted.

Besides that, Anika couldn't stop thinking about the Marquis. Meeting him was interesting and he was an interesting person. She did find him slightly intimidating but she did warm up to him. He wasn't as scary as everyone thought but at the same time, she had never seen him kill before. She had never seen him in action. Now seeing that would be quite interesting. The only thing that confused her was that she swore she had spotted a car watching her house. That was the day before. At first, she never thought that much about it but then something had happened. Anika could swear she saw the face of Chidi. The Marquis Second-In-Command.

Anika didn't know if this was the Marquis way of saying he had her back, but it sure seemed like it. Anika made sure to ask him about it the next time she saw him. The best she could do was keep track of the car and when it came around. There was a part of her brain that told her to message him. She thought against it, of course. Besides. His number was only in there for emergencies. But she needed somebody to speak to. In all truth, she felt alone. There wasn't anyone for her to speak to, and she wasn't speaking to her parents.

With a sigh, Anika pulled out her phone and sat on top of her bed. Crossing her legs, Anika went into her contacts and her finger hung over the Harbinger's number. Yes, this was a stupid, stupid idea but maybe it wasn't. Sucking it up, Anika clicked on the button and held the phone to her ear. It had rung a few times before the line was picked up. "Hello?"

Anika cleared her throat. "Hi. It's Anika, monsieur." Absentmindedly, she pulled at the strings on her sweater.

"Miss Dupont?" The Harbinger sounded confused. "What can I do for you? Is everything all right?"

Anika stayed silent for a moment, deciding on what to say. "Nothing, I just—Everything is fine. I just called to see if I could talk to you?"

There was shuffling on the other side of the phone before he spoke up. He was probably sitting down. "What would you like to talk about?"

Anika sighed. She still thought this was stupid but continued anyway. "There's a charity gala tonight. I am not looking forward to it." Anika chuckled quietly.

There was more silence before he spoke again. "Why's that?"

"The same reason as always. I'm only there for one reason and..." Anika gulped. "Look, the real reason I called is because I feel alone. I don't have anyone and you're the only person who I'd be willing to talk to. I don't exactly have any friends." She looked down at her lap.

The Harbinger sighed. "It'll be alright. I'm sure it won't be as bad as you think. Just go, keep an eye on your parents and make sure to get as much info as you can. I know this is frustrating but push through it." This brought tears to Anika's eyes as he continued. "If you feel like you can talk to me, you can. You have allies on your side, and you are not alone. Alright?"

Anika wiped her cheeks and nodded. "Oui." She gulped. "Merci."

His gruff voice replied. "Of course. When do you leave?"

"Well—" She cleared her throat to compose herself. "The gala starts at 7 and my parents like to be fashionably late so slightly after 7."

"Then you have until then to put yourself together. You're a strong woman and I know you know this. Just be yourself." The Harbinger was very motivating. Anika didn't expect this from him.

Anika was about to answer but there were footsteps coming towards her bedroom. She lowered her voice. "I need to go. Someone is coming in."

"Go ahead. I will see you when I see you."

The line went dead, and Anika put her phone back into her pocket before whoever it was walked in. As the door opened, it was her mother. "I want to ask you, how was your lunch with the Marquis?"

That was random. Anika cleared her throat. "It was good. He took me to a favourite restaurant of his." That was a complete lie. "I had fun."

"And why did he ask you?" Valerie closed the door and stood with her arms crossed, giving her daughter a pointed look. "Was that the letter you got?"

Anika hummed with a nod. Her mother would not let up. She walked over to the dress on the chair and moved it so she could lay it on her bed. "Oui. He invited me out. I don't know why but again, it was nice, mother." Anika smiled nicely at her even though it was fake.

"I see." God, that passive-aggressive voice of hers frustrated Anika to no end. "Well, good."

And with that, Valerie Dupont walked out of the room, closing the door quite loudly. Anika sighed and turned her head to look at the dress. She was dreading the evening ahead. Completely. Christ, she really needed a cigarette.

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ANIKA fidgeted in the dress as she fixed it. It was comfortable but she didn't feel like herself in it. They had left the house at the time Anika said. Just a little bit after 7. The car was cramped as she sat beside her parents. It was a small car, and she was uncomfortable. When Valerie told Anika that everyone was going to be there, she wasn't being dramatic. The entrance of the hotel was packed with people. If everyone was going to be there, Anika wondered if the Marquis would be there. It did make sense because if she was there, he'd probably be there as well.

As the car was taken away, Anika fixed her hair and made sure it looked fine. Anika was once again, stuck in the middle of her parents. People looked their way and smiled. And none of the smiles were fake. They were all real and genuine. Anika felt uncomfortable as she was being looked at. They made it inside the hotel after they pushed past some people. The banquet room was beautiful, Anika had to give it that. This was one of the most expensive hotels in Paris.

The room was loud with light jazz playing in the background. There was a light slap on her shoulder. "Don't forget to smile." Valerie gave Anika a pointed look.

Anika smiled, but she wasn't happy about it. Her parents walked away from her and were probably going to chat with people they knew. Their "friends" if that's what you wanted to call them. Anika walked around, smiling nicely at people as she walked around. This smile was genuine. Carefully, she took a flute of fancy champagne from one of the trays being carried around, saying, "Thank you" to the woman who offered it to her. Anika stood in the corner as she looked around.

Anika spotted her parents and decided to walk up to them. They seemed to be in a deep conversation with a few people. She was there to eavesdrop and get information. Anika overheard them as she pretended to look at a piece of art in front of her. "The Marquis doesn't seem phased. If you ask me, his spot as Marquis as been taken for too long. He's doing his job for the High Table but to me it seems that someone needs to take his place. We've been saying this forever but well, the High Table thinks he's fitting for it."

Anika almost scoffed until her mother spotted her, calling her name. "Anika, come here, please."

Anika slowly walked over to her mother with a smile. "Yes, mother?"

"What are your thoughts about the Marquis?" Valerie Dupont waited for answer.

Anika smiled. "I think he's doing a great job. I mean, the High Table wouldn't have picked him if he wasn't doing something right. That's why no one wants to overthrow him." Anika shrugged. They'd really chew on their words soon enough.

Her mother stayed quiet and those who she was speaking to looked at each other, agreeing with Anika's words. This made her almost smirk in triumph. Of course, her mother wasn't happy with her words, but she pretended to be. "Anika is very educated in things like this." She sounded passive-aggressive as she always did. "It's admirable."

Anika smiled towards Valerie. "Thank you, mother."

Valerie Dupont gave her a discreet glare. Anika ignored her and spotted her father talking to a group of men. Anika shook her head and quietly sipped her champagne. At some point, the room became louder. Louder than before. Anika looked towards the direction of the yelling and the sound of clicking cameras. Anika almost spit out her champagne as she saw the Marquis De Gramont. All the ladies wanted to get his attention but he ignored them, just giving them kind smiles as he passed them.

Her mother had even gotten silent too. Anika tried her best to not let her jaw drop. The Marquis wore a dark navy-blue suit. His waist coat was glittering. The usual pin he always had was on his lapel. His hair was styled to perfection with not one hair out of place. There was also a ring adorning his finger. Anika also spotted Chidi and another one of his guards behind him. Anika could just feel the anger radiating off her mother. It pleased her.

Anika kept watching him as he made his way over to the same group of men her father was in. Anika was still shocked until her mother hit her arm. This snapped Anika out of it quickly. She turned back around and listened to her mom drone on about how dramatic his entrance was. Anika thought the same thing but in a good way. Perhaps it was her mother who was the dramatic one. Without even thinking, her eyes slid over to him once in awhile as he was still in her fathers' group. They seemed to be civil with one another as they spoke which was a good thing, but they were also in public. It was definitely an act. Anika really couldn't help herself as she looked at him. He hadn't spotted her yet, but he knew she was there. If her father was there, she was too.

He hadn't come to seek her out or look for her, so she just stayed in place beside her mother. But Anika grew bored. She quietly snuck away from her mother the best she could. Thankfully, she succeeded in sneaking away. Anika scaled the walls of the room, and her eyes never left him once. Maybe if she kept looking, he'd feel it. As the approached the food table, a pair of shoes were in her field of view. As she looked up, it was just Chidi. "Evening, little lady."

Anika chuckled all while shaking her head. "Bonne soiree, Chidi. (Good evening, Chidi)

He nodded at her. "I'm surprised to see you here."

Anika raised a questioning brow. "Are you really?"

"No." Chidi chuckled. "Not surprised at all." He then nodded over to the Marquis. "He just wanted me to go find you and well, here you are. He wants to talk to you."

Anika nodded. "Yeah, I guessed so."

There was silence between them until he spoke to her again. "I'll see you later. And, hey, nice hair." Chidi smiled. "I like that change."

Anika smiled happily at him. She was glad somebody liked it. "Thank you, Chidi. I'll see you later."

As Chidi walked away, Anika took a sip of the champagne in her glass. She stood at the table while looking around once again. She caught herself looking over at the Marquis again and to her surprise, he was looking at her too. They caught each others gaze as he chatted with one of the men. After a few seconds, he looked back at him. Anika turned to look the other way; her cheeks were covered in a blush.

As she walked in the other direction to look at another piece of art, someone had walked up beside her. She had a feeling she knew who it was. He was quick on his feet. "You remember what I told you, yes?"

Anika slowly looked up at him. "Every painting shows what the artist was feeling at the time of the creation." I remember. I can't really tell with this one though." She looked back at the painting. "But it is interesting."

The Marquis studied the painting with her. "I was expecting you to be here. I wasn't expecting anything else." He now looked around the room as he spoke, spotting her parents together again and whispering to each other. "I'm surprised your parents aren't guarding you."

Anika looked at them with him. "I snuck away from the grip of my mother's well manicured claws." She clenched her jaw. "She was talking about you. She basically said that you've been in the spot long enough and she wants it." Her accent got more defined as she spoke with annoyance.

The Marquis hummed while still studying the parents. "Yes, well, it didn't quite work out well for them the last few times." He put his hands into the pockets of his pants, standing up straight. "Anything else?"

Anika shook her head. "Unfortunately, no. You understand why were here, correct?" She looked at him with a raised brow.

"Hm, yes. I do." He looked at her with curiosity.

"Yes? Good. My parents are also here to rob people of their money. This is money that's going to those who really need it. But they have ways of getting it. We don't get any money in an honest way." Anika spoke angrily. "You can tell she's looking at me while talking to her "friends." She's showing me off, once again. De toute façon (Anyhow), they're more like her employees, really. She's the Vice-President of some big corporate company. It isn't an honest one either, and that's obvious. Exposing them is a whole different story."

The Marquis looked down at her with curiosity. He knew the Dupont's had something to do with one company, but he didn't know Valerie Dupont was the Vice-President. "Thank you for informing me." He was going to use this.

"You didn't know this?" She crossed her arms.

"Non—" The Marquis cut himself off. Her focused on her hair. He knew something was different. "Your hair."

"Oh." Anika chuckled, brushing her hair out of her face. She decided to switch to French. She only did this because she wanted to hear him speak French again. "J'avais besoin d'un changement." (I needed a change) Anika shrugged her shoulders. "La blonde ne me ressemblait plus." (The blonde didn't seem like me anymore)

The Marquis nodded at her. "Eh bien, ça te va bien." (It does suit you well)

Anika smiled at him and took another look around the room. She noticed some people whispering about them in hushed whispers but they both ignored them. "Are they still looking at me? My parents?"

The Marquis looked in their direction and he saw them look away when he spotted them. "Oui, they were. Have they ever mentioned if they're frightened of me?"

Anika looked at him with confusion. "Not directly. They talk about trying to overthrow you but I don't think they'll do anything with the words they speak. They do talk awfully about you but they're cowards."

The Marquis hummed. As he looked down at Anika, he held out his hand. "Would you like to dance?"

Anika looked at his hand like it was a foreign thing. And it was. No one had asked her to dance before. They were too scared of her parents, but this was the Marquis. He was different. Way different. Anika carefully slipped her hand into his and he guided her to the dance floor. Thank God her mother forced her to learn ballroom dancing when she was younger.

The Marquis took her right hand and put his other hand on her waist. Anika took her left hand and placed it on his shoulder. He led them around the dance floor. Anika had never been this close to a man before. It was the first time and now that Anika thought about it, she'd never really danced with someone before. It wasn't uncomfortable. It was very nice. They didn't make direct eye contact and instead, looked around the room as they danced.

It was obvious to her that everyone was staring at them and she felt like cowering away from the world. But she didn't. Because fuck that. Instead, she took pride in this. Anika Dupont was dancing with the Marquis himself. It didn't feel real. As Anika looked around, her voice was low so only he could hear. She spoke in French instead of English. "J'ai été curieux. As-tu envoyé Chidi pour surveiller ma maison?" (I've been curious. Have you been sending Chidi to watch my home?)

The Marquis finally looked down at her. Anika felt his gaze on her, so she looked at him shyly. They both made eye contact which made her cheeks go red but she pushed it down. He looked away as he spoke. "Pourquoi demandez-vous?" (Why do you ask?)

Anika still looked at him even though he was looking away. "Parce que j'ai vu une voiture surveiller ma maison? Ça avait l'air cher et je ne connais pas beaucoup de gens avec des voitures de luxe." (Because I've seen a car watching my house? It looked expensive and I don't know many people with fancy cars)

It was a few seconds before he looked down at her again. He studied her face before nodding which answered her curiosities. "Oui. Je l'ai fait. Je sais que tes parents ne sont pas bons. Je ne l'ai pas envoyé là-bas pour t'espionner. Je l'ai envoyé là-bas pour s'assurer que tu étais en sécurité. Je ne les laisserai pas mettre la main sur toi." (Yes. I did. I know your parents aren't good ones. I didn't send him there to spy on you. I sent him there to make sure you were safe. I won't let them lay their hands on you) The Marquis thought for a moment and looked at her with curiosity. "Si ça te met mal à l'aise de toute façon, je comprends. Je peux arrêter de l'envoyer si tu veux." (If it makes you uncomfortable in anyway, I understand. I can stop sending him if you'd like)

Anika wasn't used to the kindness he gave her. Her parents did keep her shielded from everything. That's why she didn't have many friends but as he waited for an answer, she gave him one. She stuttered at the beginning. "Ça ne me dérange pas. Je te remercie vraiment. Cela me rassure. Si c'était quelqu'un d'autre que Chidi, je dirais non, mais je te fais confiance et je lui fais confiance." (I don't mind. I really do thank you. It makes me feel more safe. If it was anyone but Chidi, I'd say no, but I trust you and I trust him)

The Marquis gave her a short nod telling her, "You're welcome." He then spoke more seriously. Anika knew he was a serious man. The kindness and casual conversation once in awhile was very, very nice though. As long as it could stay like that sometimes. He spoke in English, his voice quiet. "Chidi will pick you up on Friday from your home. The Harbinger will correspond with you on Thursday for a time agreement. There's a café he conducts his meeting. A café owned by the Paris Continental, so it will be safe for you. Yes?"

Anika nodded in agreement. "Yes." As the song ended (which Anika wished it didn't) they pulled away from each other. The Marquis pressed his lips to her hand which had some onlookers gasping. Anika wasn't used to these actions. Now, she wasn't innocent by any means but when he did this, it genuinely shocked her. "Thank you for the dance."

The Marquis shook his head. "Non. Merci pour cette opportunité. Malheureusement, Mademoiselle, je dois partir. J'ai des affaires importantes au Paris Continental. Mais je vous verrai vendredi." (No. Thank you for the opportunity. Unfortunately, Miss, I must leave. I have important business at the Paris Continental. But I shall see you on Friday)

Anika nodded with understand. "Of course. Au revoir, Marquis."

The Marquis watched as she turned away from him but he called out to her again. "Anika?"

Anika turned around and walked towards him again. "Oui?"

He took her hand as a kind gesture. "If you would like to call me, feel free. If it is an emergency. If you would like to speak, don't be afraid to call. Of course, I might not answer all the time as I might be busy so I must warn you."

Anika shook her head at him. "You're a busy man, Monsieur Marquis De Gramont." She said this in a teasing way as she smirked. "Thank you. Again. And goodbye.''

As she walked away, The Marquis watched her go back to her mother who dragged her by the arm to speak with her. That woman got on his nerves. He rounded up Chidi and his other guard who followed out behind him. As he walked out of the banquet hall, he spotted Valerie Dupont giving Anika a stern lecture, and he could tell she wasn't listening. They made eye contact and she smirked at him.

Anika nodded as her mother was speaking. "Okay, I understand. I promise, mother."

Valerie sighed to herself. "Good. Do not, by any means, get further involved with him."

"I promise, Mama." Anika gave her mother a fake smile. If only her mother knew how much she was involved with the Marquis already. Valerie Dupont would have a heart-attack, but Anika wouldn't exactly be opposed to that.

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a/n: hey, guys! this was kinda late but here's chapter two! i'm really, really excited to write for anika and the harbinger. they're going to have a strong father/daughter relationship and he kinda becomes the father she never had so i'm excited to expand on that! it's gonna be very wholesome. anyway, i hope you guys enjoyed!! <33 see you next time

next chapter...

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄? (Ace Combat x CoD 141)

A/N: As a little Christmas present, I decided to work on a little something something, seeing a random anon state in @mockerycrow's Ask about fighter jets and Task Force 141 got my interest real quick, having been someone who got introduced to these two fandoms 1-2 years ago I absolutely adore the storyline in regards to Trigger and Count, but also the storyline as a whole, neatly wrapping up the reason why three strikes is called three strikes, if only a certain other game could have the same sort of stable plot- Complaints about the plot aside for those who stumble upon it have fun with this little short story that's been brewing in my head! Please enjoy the Homoeroticism of Ghost and Soap Trigger Warnings: Mention of Blood Word Count: 2.5k Words Characters: John 'Soap' MacTavish x Simon 'Ghost' Riley, mentions of Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick and Johnathan Price.

From the moment John MacTavish’s Scottish blue eyes gazed upwards into the beautiful atmosphere above him, he knew he was utterly and completely fucked. It all started with one moment in time, watching the infamous ‘Ghost’ launch one of their newly brought F-35s testing it out for another squadron, making sure all systems were in check. Watching it from the fences as the utter decimation of their ears thanks to the lack of protection were good faith to the man taking it, for what seemed to be a joy ride. And as Kyle and John stood there, seeing it hovering just mere meters above the runway, their joy was all but uncontainable in knowing just who was behind the sticks.

Conversations were the only thing that took over the engines' mighty roar as Kyle and John yelled at the inanimate object in celebration.

“Ooh yeah! Ooh yeah!” Kyle yelled out.

“Ooh, go ‘un, go ‘un” John egged right back.

And then, just as it pulled up, sure it was now at best pulling upwards of 5 gees, the men on the ground cheered.

“Go on you fuckin’ beauty!” Just as it was making its way further into the clouds, graciously curving its own form into the shape of them.

They were ecstatic, joyful, even, at least one was, to see a man so tall, almost built like a damn statue from ancient history managing to tame a beast so wild, and wicked. And yet, knowing that it was almost second nature in that man's blood to fly it, because that bastard was the only one allowed, thanks to the great charm of the bastards in the west, to have an F-22 Raptor. The only one in the UK, belonged to a man who had no name, never showed his face to the people he didn’t know, including the two men who stood there on the grassy knoll outside of the airbase cheering him on.

What a weird shitpot of luck that was, almost as if the gods of fate above had been watching the two men above, seeing them be so supportive of a man who never had the cheers of his fellow squad members, but instead, feared him. Tried to rebel against him, just to get a far enough away distance to stay away from a man and his, as some people called it ‘Raptor’s Ghost’.

Those that had seen it, had been lucky enough to tell the tale, at least, on the side he came back to, fellow squadron and captain, but those who had been on the receiving side of those guns as they lifted from their molded seam, only saw a wisp of a dark gray aircraft, before a fiery explosion filled their cabin.

Yes, there was one thing to be known about this ‘Ghosts’ jet — he’d specified that he must have it in a darker gray. Just a couple of shades darker than what the original metal was painted as. And the thing was? Somehow, amongst his captains ranking, the government and even the fuckers down in Lockheed — they’d said yes to the request. Even if a few bureaucrats in the Pentagon were waving the red flag from the start.

So he guessed that’s what the plan was then, to go and catch a sneak in the middle of the night of what it looked like, though Kyle tried with all of his might to persuade him otherwise, John was dead set on seeing the beauty that stood in the dead of the night in Ghost’s hangar, wielded far away from the rest of the base, but close enough to know that the rest of the team always, haunted by a Ghost, he guessed that’s where the name came from then. Given that this was usually seen beside the B-2, a call sign of Ghost would’ve been fitting for someone in a something like this. And it seemed like fate was tempting him all and amongst this, because, as John approached the hangar, as big as it was, there was a crack left open, not closed, like all the other times he’d passed it in his own jet. Only to then realize this was the reason why they had called him Ghost to begin with, no one thought he was around, until it was too late.

Everyone knew this Ghost, was a guy, they’d heard his voice, never heard him laugh, was only ever a man of a few simple commands and went off when requested. What caught John MacTavish off guard however, was not only the hangar open, but the place had reeked of oil and fuel, only to be diverged its acoustics of the tin metal in the sound of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata, a far cry from the throat roar of the hotdogged engines, John could already tell what Ghost had been doing to the poor thing. Either someone had been here recently or there was still someone here, but that never mattered as his Scottish blue eyes once more, got him fucked over, classical music be damned.

The metallic gray was no longer present, much like he had seen on the various photos that had beautifully given the thing a personality of beauty, and yet deadly. But instead, it was given a more, mature grayed look, as if it was a rehashed version of the F-35, the very same one he had been seen in this afternoon in a reskinned jet. Sudden realizations hit the man when thinking in Ghost’s logic, not too shabby for a Ghost when John had realized that much to his enemies disliking, when they suddenly realized that the jet was no longer a most recent US fighter, it was too late to break off anyway.

And much akin to John’s own footsteps, he’d realized that he was pulled in by the absolute sheer squared beauty of the thing and had moved right into the Ghost’s trap.

“What are you doin’ in my hangar?” Ghost lowly spoke, standing to the side, having seen him since he strolled in here.

“Jesus wept!” John spoke as he suddenly turned around, the closed distance between them was something almost scary at just how close and personal this man had gotten, and all amongst that, he seemingly had the goal to wear a bloody balaclava, all the while wearing a stripped down version of the gear they would have to haul around on their bodies. Was he really that comfortable in wearing the same shit each day? At least the only thing invading his senses was oil and fuel.

“I said what are ya doing here?” Ghost questioned before his eyes glanced over at the hangar “Squadron leaders gonna know about this,” his voice loomed.

“Sorry,” That’s all the weak bastard had as he tried to pick himself up faster than he could pull back on his own stick. “A’m interested in that piece of art ye’v got there, heard you were the one flying the Lightning around this mornin’”

“So you were the two hanging around the fence”

John stiffened at the sheer mention of that, he’d seen them? He didn’t think he had given the height already gained as he passed the pair of them from the runway.

“Wanted to watch her give her a proper launch, sir” John hesitated as Ghost only snorted and shook his head at the mention of the last word.

“Flight Lieutenant to you” This Ghost guy seemingly didn’t want to have him out of his hangar after all, but there was no doubt that heavy brown eyes were on him, painted darker then the plane before him as his eyes registered on MacTavish’s uniform still barely on given the zip that was seemingly fought with, the sheen of sweat that was just above the ridgeline of his eyebrows gave away just how much he’d been working during the rest of his day, when he seemingly wasn’t cheering this man on, then again. MacTavish did seem like a familiar last name, what could hurt but to take a guess.

“Apologies,” John moved ever so closer to the jet, almost as if he were to go ahead and, to the thought running in the back of Ghost’s mind, steal it. Poor bastard, probably wouldn’t be able to handle the ride as well as he could. “Does that mean I get to call you LT then?”

The cocky chatter over the radio, often with another teammate, only gave Ghost all the more confidence to take that stab in the dark to try and pinpoint just who he was.

“You can, so long as you tell me if you’re the one flying that bloody F-16 around.”

John’s eyes suddenly went wide, and of course, that cocky Brit saw it, and with his own pair too. His soul had actively left his body in the acknowledgement that someone had noticed his maneuverability, everyone else had F/A-18’s. But MacTavish was the one that stood his ground when he said he wanted a former fighter pilots F-16, ready to be given back to the Americans, decommissioned, probably in a scrap heap, and yet, here he was, breathing new life into it and treating it like it had just come off the factory rollers. Though, his only fault that he seemingly had with it, was that of the lack of gun ammunition, paling in comparison to something like the beast that stood before him.

“Uh, and why would tha’ be?”

Ghost paused, raising a brow in confusion, maybe he was going to have to talk to John’s squad leader, had he really not seen beyond his two feet at just who he had under his wing, the man could maneuver the thing as well as he could like the jet he stood before and maybe, if he ever took the chance (which, in high unlikely doubt he would) he could probably pilot Ghost’s, if not, with just a bigger amount of hesitation.

“Just wanted to give a recommendation to the squadron leader as to who to take under our wing, old talents retiring at the end of the year, figured I’d give whoevers flying that F-16 and the one with the yellow strip along the body of the ‘18 a fighting chance at joining the 141” He brushed it off, like it was a chance to come clean. Ghost knew that MacTavish was the one flying the thing, often put in a good word about it to Price. And Price often agreed, that and ‘Gaz’ who was often his wingmanaccording to Price’s notes were often hotshots, but never in an egotistical, ‘wanting to show who’s boss’ way, it was always one of teamwork, and he quite enjoyed seeing them chant as one of their other teammates took down a target before they did.

“The 141?” MacTavish asked

“Yeah, just need to find out who the pair are in the two jets first” Ghost was toying with him as he finally made a move over to his own, inspecting the various scratches that were seemingly evident in the light, but gave the aircraft a seemingly weathered look, one that, Ghost admired.

“There a reason why they call you the Ghost?” Quick this one was to change the subject, avoiding it, but copying him all the more in his movements as John did the same, placing a gentle hand along the aircraft as his calloused fingers felt a deep scar along the face of the jet, maybe that’s why he rarely had repairs done to the thing other than ones that were required. Maybe that’s why he wears the mask, he’s damaged, just like the bird before him – but he still flies, still finds meaning in the daylight and blue hues of skies.

“There a reason why you’re dancing around the question?” Their hands moved along the surface of the steel at almost the same time, unknown, but as if they were tracing one another's patterns as the question was left in the air for a bit too long before they finally moved to the nose of the aircraft, having no choice but to look at one another as they did so.

“Could say the same,” He watched as Ghost moved towards him, facing him, how he towered over the man with that stature of power, and yet, the only real dominating power he seemingly had left was his rank, and the jet. Because all the smug bastard did was place his hands behind his back and look down at the Scotsman, as if inspecting him as he did the jet, to see if like him, he too had scars beneath that mohawk and blue eyes that seemingly contrasted ever so beautifully along the dark gray. “What happens if one of us already knows the answers?”

“Then I guess one of us will have to await the answers of the future, but if they already know the answers, they shouldn’t have to wait too long” They both knew one another were staring, helplessly, but stopping it neither as eyes behind that mask squinted ever so gently. So he did have his scars, one on the chin, must have had a bad accident for it to get that bad, and the blood from it too.

“Then I guess I’ll ‘ave ta’ see me way out of this museum then huh? Wouldn’t want ta make a scene now aye?” John smiled, physically having to retch himself from the spot he stood in, not wanting to move away from the view that was before him.

“Don’t quite appreciate customers making a scene and disturbing the nature of this art” So he wasn’t the only one to quickly move along with what he was suggesting as he followed him, only ever a few steps behind, maybe that’s why he got that name, loud as anything in a jet, then he never exists once the engines shut off.

Ghost eventually stopped following him as John made his way out near the doors of the hangar, lingering around just a bit more before he stopped in his tracks, just maybe, if he really did have the answers, he could see how his future LT would respond. “Don’t think I could handle two pieces of art in a museum, never been able ta handle more than one” He swore up and down he saw the man’s head snap into place about that comment, a slight squint at the body language that John was trying to portray as he moved through the hangar doors. “Have a good night, LT”

“Officer Mactavish.”

Payback time.

“Aye sir?” And they’d fallen into line already, a wingman, of sorts, to a Ghost.

“Call me Simon”

Now MacTavish was standing there, being a complete idiot, baffled by the fact that he, of all people, managed to get into the inner circle of a man named Simon, a Ghost. A snort was then heard through the airy atmosphere as he suddenly turned around and walked back towards the stairs of his office, looking back over his shoulder, leaving him in a scrambled state that was the brain of John MacTavish.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” He paused, “For a F-16 Pilot.”

So that’s his name.

#spectersblog #cod #cod fanfic #cod mw2 #cod mw22 #specterwrites #soapghost #call of duty #ace combat #ghost x soap #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #captain price #john price #kyle gaz garrick

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Masterlist

For those wondering: I closed the previous mynameis-noe-body blog and opened a new one, to make it a main blog and have free access to dm.

First of all, rules. This is a list of my works, and I will rate them accordingly to Ao3 guidelines. This means they may be explicit and so, strictly +18.

I will write for the following fandoms and more (find more in others).

I will not write underage. I am comfortable with a certain amount of angst and/or violence but it's still up to me to decide what I am okay with.

I will not write for The Marauders fandom, since I do not appreciate those characters.

Requests are closed for the moment. And thank you for reading.

▪️Wizarding World

Shot through the heart

Professor Severus Snape × Original Female Character

Rating: Mature

Status: Complete (multiple chapters)

Summary: Licorice Hatch has traveled the world, fulfilling her dream of becoming one of the most famous writers and reporters in the Wizarding World. Now, she is coming back. Merlin only knows the turmoil she has caused in the heart of her dark, splendid professor. And at the very thought — eager to hold her in his arms again — Severus can't help but relive their whole story, from the very beginning, when it all started with a Wilbur Smith's book and... a two-month detention!

The Old Mill at the Hogsmeade's Eastern Forest

Post-Second Wizarding War Severus Snape × you (F)

Rating: Mature

Status: in progress (multiple chapters)

Summary: A year and a half after the end of the war, Severus still hasn't managed to leave Britain. No one knows of his survival, and for months he enjoys a life of silence, solitude and well-deserved peace. Everything would be absolutely perfect, were it not for you, sitting on his empty tombstone everyday to bring condolences and read some poetry. When it's said that curiosity killed the cat...

▪️Adam Driver Fandom

How to (not) kill a stranger

Kylo Ren × you (F)

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete (multiple chapters)

Summary: He glances at you. "A young lady like you shouldn't travel alone, on a night like this." You want to roll your eyes and send him to hell, but he was kind to help you and you don't want any more trouble. "I couldn't really stay in Aberdeen. I knew my old Corolla wouldn't hold up for long, not in this weather, but I wanted to at least get to the Motel for the night." He nods, raises the temperature of the car and you thank him again. He doesn't acknowledge your words. But he smirks. "Aren't you afraid you just crossed your path with a murderer?" You grin. "What are the odds that we are both murderers?"

▪️Stranger Things

Catch me if you can, Chief!

Chief Jim Hopper × you (F)

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: It's the 4th of July in Hawkins, and while everybody's having fun at the amusement park, the only one who's catching your attention is Jim Hopper, Chief of Police — and he's looking at you, equally interested.

This Friday night

Chief Jim Hopper × you (F)

Rating: Mature

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: All alone on a Friday night, after a long week of college classes, you just want to eat some ice cream and watch a movie. You didn't expect Jim to pay you visit — but god, if it isn't a nice surprise. OR — you and Jim (your father's best friend) get intimate on your parents' couch.

“Nothing to say, hm?”

Chief Jim Hopper × you (F)

Rating: Mature

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: You let Billy flirt with you a little... that might not be a good idea. Jim will find a very passionate way of showing his jealousy.

Sunday morning: pancakes and...

Chief Jim Hopper x you (F)

Rating: Mature

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: You make Jim breakfast and decide to wake him up with your hands and mouth.

▪️John Wick Fandom

🖤 Marquis Vincent Bisset De Gramont 🖤

I am your slave

Marquis Vincent Bisset De Gramont × you (F/GN)

Rating: Teen & Up Audience

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: You and Vincent play the jealousy game at a public evening gala of the High Table. You end up revelieng almost all of your feelings to each other.

Safe in his arms

Marquis Vincent Bisset De Gramont × you (F/GN)

Rating: Teen & Up Audience

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: Vincent, who has fallen in love with you and made you his beautiful wife, has never really told you about his true life of crime and murder. What will you do the first time you catch him red handed?

Little dove

Marquis Vincent Bisset De Gramont × you (F)

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: You're the Marquis' favorite tailor — and you always act so innocent and pure it would just too much fun to ruin you (corruption kink).

🖤 John Wick 🖤

Origami

John Wick × reader (F/GN)

Rating: All

Status: Complete (one shot - drabble)

Summary: A casual encounter lead you and John to looking for each other, wishing to meet again.

▪️Others (open to write for: Alice in Wonderland, Joker(s), Johnny Depp fandom)

Wonderland Chronicles

Tarrant Higtop (Mad Hatter) × Alice Kingsley

Fandom: Alice in Wonderland

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: Alice and Tarrant get inspired by fruit juices and enjoy smutty time, all alone during a tea party.

🔹A list of k*nks without explanation

Severus Snape

Lucius Malfoy

Eddie Munson

Billy Hargrove

Chief Jim Hopper

#harry potter #adam driver #alice in wonderland #starnger things #jim hopper #severus snape #pro snape #snape x you #snape x oc #adam driver x reader #mad hatter #masterlist #request #eddie munson #billy hargrove

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