#Baba Jaga's Bitch

[andarthas-web]

What if Viggo Tarasov had offered John Wick a different kind of deal? What if the offer was good enough for John to take it? What if Iosef had to pay the price, not a life for a life, but a dog for a dog?

Iosef has more time to feel and to reflect on things than is healthy.

[oldhagtournament]

Propaganda under the cut

Boss Lady

(mod note) i choose a pic from the live action show but this counts as her from the manga too ok!!

ICONIC ICONIC!!! idk why not more people are talking about her

her husband died and now she has entered her flop era. you bet your ass she is the baddest bitch at the grocery checkout tho!!

for the live action series: in the show her husband is still alive - hes just broke so we get grocery store arc anyways! everyone needs to watch him doing back up for her at karaoke please theyre so iconic

Baba Jaga

She is a witch, she is literally THE hag. She can do both! One time she is a repulsive and ferocious old woman who fries and eats children, and in other times she is a nice old woman, who helps out the hero.

She has a house, a moving house that walks on chicken legs! She lives the cottage dream and is free roaming in the wilderness and forests.

she is THE grumpy/sassy old lady. she lives in a chicken leg house and flies around in a mortar and pestle. she eats naughty kids. og old hag

She's the Ultimate Old Hag. She's got it all - a cat, a flying mortar, a hut standing on a chicken leg deep in the forest. She's got the old hag swag. If you give her a visit she might help you but she might also eat you.

[dilwica]

my aesthetic 🤩

[5norlax]

You should get tattoo of Baba Jaga, but in drag👀

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Why should I get a tattoo of her when I’m the embodiment of that sexy bitch

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[something-a-moth-would-say]

Hey yeah so here’s Kunegunda. This feisty bitch is the main character of my bedtime stories I make up for my lil siblings. She’s the grand daughter of Baba Jaga and she’s best friends with two cool vampires (Hansel and Gretel? Perhaps). Does she have more than half of a brain cell? Pffff fuck no but do I love her more than life? Oh you betcha

[andarthas-web]

Baba Jaga’s Bitch - chapter 2

Part I here

It's been two hours, twenty-four minutes and about thirty seven seconds and if he thought he could get away with it, Iosef would kick Kirill in the nuts and then bolt for the door, but it wouldn't be the first time the head of his father's security team would simply block one of his moves, shove him down onto the floor and twist his arm behind his back until it felt like it would break, so he sticks to be as annoying as possible, tapping his foot, humming under his breath, telling off-colour jokes while waggling his eyebrows at Kirill and asking like every five minutes if his father's gotten back yet. The tic that's sprung up at Kirill's jaw in the last fifteen minutes or so is totally worth the work.

It's not enough to drown out the queasy maelstrom that has sprung up in the pit of his stomach though. It's been years since his father made him wait in his office like this, for getting into trouble at school, but he's still got a small scar on his right side, just below his ribs, where his father finished off by using the side with the belt-buckle. His head is buzzing, jumping between wanting to call Victor and badger him into finding out what's up, but fuckin' Kirill took his phone, and his hands are shaking and he really needs a smoke, or one of the girls from the club, to take the edge of things, but no, it's just bloody stupid Kirill and two of his stooges, standing in front of the doors like prison guards. He's not even allowed to pour himself a drink from the bar at the side, because your taste is unrefined like that of a peasant. A Stolichnaya Elit would be wasted on you.

He ends up getting up and pacing the room, letting his fingers run over all the precious baubles Viggo had collected, thinking about how cats push over crap like this all the time and about how he didn't have nine lives, when he can hear rushed, heavy steps outside and his father bitchin' at his people to get everything ready, whatever everything was this time.

The slight delay gives him just enough time to straighten his back, straighten his suit and run his hands through his hair, which never lies as flat and proper as his father would like it. Damn witches’ hair, as unruly as your mother.

The door opens with a bang and Iosef tries hard to hide his flinch, but his father isn't even really paying attention as he barges in, Avi just one step behind, as usual. He walks right by Iosef, heading straight for the bar to pour himself a drink and downs it in a single gulp, before eying Iosef from head to toe with the calculating stare of a farmer picking out a calf for the slaughter. He finally walks over, slowly, drink in hand, and gets right up into Iosef's space and keeps going, and Iosef steps back once, twice, almost stumbling, his eyes darting over Viggo's shoulder and Avi's still there, that's good, because Avi can't stomach violence and as long as he's still there….

"My son….my only son…."

His father's hands find the lapels of his jacket, he runs his fingers under them, the gesture almost gentle, before grabbing them with an iron fist and pulling Iosef forward, just as Viggo's knee comes up hard, smashing right into the pit of Iosef's stomach, instantly making him retch, tasting bile as his world flickers at the edges and his father drops him to the ground, follows up with a kick to his ribs that steals the scream crawling up from his chest and leaves him with something dull-red and broken that dims the whole world around him.  

Faintly, he can hear Avi and his dad argue, Avi wants to leave, his father orders, no shouts at him to stay, and as his father turns back to him, he finds just enough breath again to choke out a "What did I do?".

"Ty vse isportil – you fucked up."

"We did what you asked! No one saw shit!"

Viggo bends down, pulls him to his feet, only to shake him like a dog until his teeth rattle.

"I'm not talking about Atlantic City, mal'chick."

He lets go and Iosef catches himself on the bars' counter, holds himself steady enough to look up to his father.

"What then?" It comes out angry, and angry is good, but it tilts and trembles with an edge of panic he can't push down. "You mean Aurelio's? So I stole a fucking car!"

The gut-punch that gets him is swift like lightning and leaves him wheezing on the ground again, his ears full of white noise and confusion as he can feel Avi shuffling around uncomfortably in the background.

It takes a breath or three for him to get back on his knees, arms wrapped around his middle, and stare up at his father, eyes burning. There's words he wants to say, like Fuck you and What the hell is WRONG with you, YOU keep going on and on about how you earned your first star stealing cars, but Viggo's not looking at him, instead brushing of some imaginary speck of dust from his suit and then pouring himself another shot of vodka.

"It's not what you did, son, that angers me so. It's who you did it to."

"Who? That fucking nobody?" Iosef almost feels like laughing, this must be a goddamn joke.

But his father's not laughing.

"That "fuckin' nobody"... is John Wick. He once was an associate of ours. They call him Baba Yaga."

Iosef's heard the name, spoken in hushed tones, like a silly urban legend around a campfire and he scoffs, pushes himself to stand once more.

"The Boogeyman?"

His father downs the second glass of vodka, grimaces like the hellishly expensive brand had changed into horsepiss and turns to his son.

"Well….John wasn't exactly the Boogeyman. He was the one YOU SENT TO KILL the fucking Boogeyman."

"Oh." He's not sure what else to say, messing with an enforcer of that caliber is bad news, but his father isn't done yet, steps up to him and looks him straight in the eye until Iosef has to suppress the urge to shudder.

"John is a man of focus, commitment, sheer will... something you know very little about. I once saw him kill three men in a bar... with a pencil, with a fucking pencil."

Viggo turns away again, puts some distance between them as he pours himself a third drink, this time taking no more than a sip as he parses his words carefully. "Then suddenly one day he asked to leave. It's over a woman, of course. So I made a deal with him. I gave him an impossible task. A job no one could have pulled off. The bodies he buried that day laid the foundation of what we are now. And then my son, a few days after his wife died, you steal his car and kill his fucking dog."

The last words roll out in a barely suppressed snarl, hard enough that they feel like being pushed away, pushed into a corner, but Iosef can't let that happen, this wasn't supposed to happen anymore and he steps closer, bridging the gap, mouth set in a hard line.

"Father, I can make this right."

It doesn't get him more than a derisive guffaw. "Oh? How do you plan that?"

"By finishing what I started."

Viggos snarls, points his finger at Iosef as he looks back at Avi. "What the... did he hear a fuckin' word I said?"

But this time, Iosef's voice is as firm as he hoped it would be as he tells his father to please trust him, that he's ready to do this, " Papa, ya mogu eto sdelat'! Pozhaluysta!", and he thinks he's gotten through when Viggo pulls him close, hugs him tight like he's never done before, but then Viggo starts whispering in his ear, the suppressed anger bubbling right there under the surface.

"Iosef, Iosef! Listen! Huh? John would come for you, and you could do nothing, nothing, because he's the best there is. And I could send all my men to protect you, spend our whole fortune so that you might live and he would still get you and it would be all for nothing. So what I did was strike a bargain, so that you might at least survive."

And he shoves Iosef back, right into Kirill's harsh grip, who has come up behind him.

"Take him. Give him some GHB to keep him quiet and then strip him and put him in the cage outside for transport. I don't want Wick to get jumpy when I hand over the merchandise."

[andarthas-web]

Baba Jaga’s Bitch - chapter 7

When you learn to dance, there's usually a lot of stepping on toes in the beginning.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42060516/chapters/105602991