#I wonder how long it took for him to glue all those gemstones

[turbo-systems]

Albiero (CUNTTTT)

(2004)

[iwoulddieforkeanureeves]

Fortune Favors The Kind Part 2 (John Wick x Reader)

Part 1: https://iwoulddieforkeanureeves.tumblr.com/post/185553274864/this-is-like-a-mentorjohn-x-youngreader

After John finished up his business with the Tarasov clan you both fell into a routine. You been living with him for about a month now, and had been taking care of the adorable grey pitbull John had picked up. It had taken you a while to get used to living in the suburbs, John told you it wasn't very friendly to stare down the neighbors while walking the dog. So you slowly adjusted to being a bit more normal.

One thing you couldn't shake were the nightmares, you'd constantly have vivid dreams of figures from your old life snatching you up and forcing you back into that Russian safehouse, back to those grueling tasks they made you do. The thoughts made you shudder. Whenever you woke up from one of these, you had trouble going back to bed, so you'd opt to take the dog out for a walk if he was up. This morning was one of those mornings. You had just come home from an early morning walk with the dog, and decided to watch some TV before John woke up. You sat on the couch scratching behind the pitbull's ear as you watched TV, seeing all the ads reminded you of the first day you stayed with John, he took you shopping for new clothes.

~

You had stuck to him like glue, never having been to a mall before the sheer quantity of people put you on edge. Your eyes were constantly darting about as you looked over all of the pedestrians and the various shops. You were wearing one of John's shirts, which was quite large on you, and a pair of Helen's old pants. It made John's stomach churn a bit, having to touch or move Helen's things, as he hadn't touched them since she passed, but there was no way you'd fit into his pants, and he wasn't going to bring you out in public with the slinky party dress you had on the night he had met you. He could sense your unease and gently laid his arm around your shoulder, calmly he spoke, "(Y/N), you're safe here, just take a deep breath and try to look for some clothes you'd like to wear." He led you into a simple clothing shop. "Pick out whatever you'd like, just make sure you grab stuff you need too."

You took a deep breath, giving him a shaky smile as you tried to push all the negative thoughts out of your head. "Okay." You said, beginning to sift through the racks upon racks of clothes, you grabbed a few pairs of jeans and leggings, as well as some nice shirts and some undergarments too. You came to his home with practically nothing. You enjoyed the freedom of being able to stroll about the place without fearing for your safety, and enjoying the feeling of the various textiles across your skin as you browsed. You walked back up to John, holding the clothes in your hands.

After you had checked out, you had both realized you were starving, and went to the food court. After you had settled in and began slurping down your lo mein, John pulled out a small bag from the shop you were just in that you failed to notice earlier. You perked up, "What's that?" You slurred through your mouth full of noodles.

John chuckled at your antics, and pulled out a pair of earrings. They were very pretty, they were silver hoops with a small gemstone dangling down the center. "I saw these in there and thought you might like them." He said simply.

You smiled, taking the earrings into your hands and looking them over. "Thank you so much John, you've done so much for me you didn't have to get th-"

He cut you off with a raise of his hand, "Please, (Y/N), it's not a problem. You deserve something nice."

~

You hadn't taken them off since that day. You instinctively moved your hand up to touch your earlobe, feeling the cool metal of the earring brush against your fingers. You began flipping through channels, unable to find anything interesting to watch.

You heard the sound of footsteps and water running upstairs, signaling John was up and moving. You decided to give up on finding something interesting to watch and instead went over to the coffee pot, brewing some for the both of you. The one stereotypical teen girl phenomenon you did adhere to was loving a good cup of coffee.

John came down stairs, water beading on the ends of his long hair. He saw you had made coffee and his eyes brightened a bit. He walked over and poured himself a cup, the pitbull happily trotted up to John as he was pouring. He leaned down and gave him a scratch before filling up his food dish. After taking a sip, John broke the silence, "Are you hungry?"

Your stomach answered for you, growling a bit, your face flushed, a bit embarrassed. John chuckled softly, "I take that as a yes, you like eggs?" He asked, opening the fridge and shuffling through its contents. John usually didn't keep much in the fridge, but ever since you started living here he was much better about keeping a healthier stock of food. No more living off of coffee, toast, and 79 cent noodles.

You nodded, "Yeah, can I help you cook?" You offered, setting your drink down and walking into the kitchen. John gave you a soft smile and began handing you some items from the fridge.

John helped you start frying the eggs, giving you little tips and tricks along the way. Like that you don't have to worry about flipping the egg if you put a lid on top and steam it. "You're doing great, kiddo." He said as began frying bacon in the pan next to yours. You couldn't help but smile, it was so nice having a positive figure in your life. Someone who was willing to guide you without judgement or ulterior motives. The smells of bacon wafting into your nose made you smile, you loved breakfast. You hadn't had a real home cooked breakfast in a long time, and you had missed it.

Eventually, the two of you had made your plates and were eating at the kitchen table, it was quiet for a moment as you both began eating. The food was delicious, you were happy you didn't end up breaking any yolks. John tossed a small piece of bacon to the pitbull eagerly circling his feet. John spoke up, causing you to look away from your plate. "Y'know, before Helen passed away, she had always wanted kids." He said softly, your eyes drifting to one of the photos of Helen and John on the walls. Your heart ached, John had told you about how wonderful Helen was, and you could tell his love for her.

You got what he was implying, John had practically become your father. He was your main caretaker and made sure you were clothed and fed and taken care of. "You would've been an excellent dad, John." You took a sip of your coffee. "You practically are." You said the last part much softer, looking into your mug rather than at his face.

John smiled, "God, (Y/N). She would've loved you." He said proudly, looking across the table at you. You were about to say more, but before you could, the doorbell rang.

For most people, this wouldn't be a problem, but for you and John, it was odd. The sound of it was almost haunting, the hollow ring echoing in the front hall. Your eyes widened, you hardly had visitors here, considering the house was tucked away on a hill, so this was unusual. You were about to get up and peek out the window, your fork held like a weapon in your hand, but as you stood up John gestured that you sit back down, eyes glued to the door. You slowly went back into your seat, setting your fork back down. The hairs on the back of your neck were standing up, you knew whatever was on the other side of that door couldn't be good.

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[ouroboros-panacea]

Stone [石头]-Enigma-[3/?]

Summary:  [JJBA x HNK] "Phosphophyllite, my name is Phosphophyllite." Such is your useless life, no matter how many changes you make, how strong you become. Your life will still simply be a tragedy, and you, forever useless. The tale of a gem who suffered because of change, and an ancient being who wanted to change. An odd friendship it'd be. Rebirth seems more like a curse than anything. It would be nice if this didn't end with tragedy. {Disclaimer- I don't own hnk or jjba}

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Smashing onto hidden pebbles and rocks, Phosphophyllite broke apart into both large and small parts, arms and legs fragmenting into twos and threes. Her crystalline body was fractured, shards of herself scattering across the grassy forest floor. Facing down on the ground, her face split apart, her eyeballs clinking against the remains of her face. Yet part of her segmented left arm stayed in Kars' strong grip, his fingers still curled tightly around her wrist.

"Hm?"

Kars, hearing the sound of and feeling a tugging sensation through the singular arm he held, turned around to look at her. His violet eyes widening at the unusual-abnormal-sight of a shattered gem-like body. Hands instinctively twitched at the surprise, the strength of the young pillar man making visible indents in her wrist-Little pieces dropping down and littering the earth with her "flesh". He had expected her to have fallen earlier, due to how much effort it took her to keep up with him. Yet he didn't expect to see the masses of mint green gems spread around-each of them resembling a part of human limb like a morbid jigsaw puzzle.

Was she dead? Kars thought so for a moment, until something else came to disprove that thought.

In a desperate attempt to glue back her body, golden alloy leaked out of her body once more. Almost like blood, pouring out in copious amounts, it flowed down from invisible spaces to form a shapeless puddle. Then thin tendrils rose from it. From there, it started to blindly claw the ground for the other body parts.

Kars silently stared, face now holding an expression of interest. The rest of the environment around him ignored in favor of recording even more information about this..."newcomer". It was now a deeply ingrained fact in his mind that Phosphophyllite was neither part of humanity or his race. This only cemented his desire to know everything possible about her.

The more he got to know about her, the more he found himself becoming even more curious about her.

Which was expected, seeing as she was like a breath of fresh air-a ray of false sunlight suddenly shining down onto his dull, mundane existence. A challenge he would most definitely solve, no matter how long it took him. It gave him that welcomed feeling of having to go through an actual struggle to get to the 'prize'.

Kars then held up the piece of her arm in his large hand to study. It was split off from the rest of Phosphophyllite with a clean break. Her hand had the normal five fingers, nails a basic mint green (Strange that her nails weren't the "normal" transparent pink peach)-Overall plain and exactly like the hands of his kind and the humans. Nothing notable other than the small detail concerning the color of her nails.

Turning it upside down to look at the insides of her limb, Kars saw exactly what he expected-after the initial shock of seeing her scattered body parts-a crystalline interior, glinting in the moonlight and faintly reflecting a green tinted kaleidoscopic version of his deep violet eyes.

'It's a beautiful colour.' Kars thought with the sort of admiration one has for natural beauty. 'Like clear sea water.'

But a small thought nagged at the back of his mind as he turned his head to look back at the ongoing search for green gemstones.

'Why is she not dead? But assuming death for her was breaking apart, I believe she would have died much longer ago. With how brittle her body is and how clumsy she is from what I've seen, that's a given fact. Could it be that she doesn't die from that?'

That would mean the closest to death she would get was if she was entirely turned to dust without any chance of being pieced back together.

If Phosphophyllite was entirely made up of mineral on the inside and did not "die" if broken, then did that mean that they were technically immortal? Seeing as there was no organic material inside her to rot up until the day she died-much like the short lived humans he saw that usually passed by within a blink of an eye.

If there was no decomposition, no aging, then-?

Was she immortal then? Unable to die no matter what, unless her body was unable to be put back together?

How...interesting, yet, unnerving. To know that there were people out there whose's ability to stay as a part of the living were far greater than his kind, who suffered from such a simple thing.

The sun.

He'd have to study this (her) more.

The puzzle that Phosphophyllite gave him was, suffice to say, complex. But definitely intriguing. 

Perhaps, through her, he could find a way to combat the weakness to the sun that his species possessed. Then he'd finally, finally be able to feel that warmth on his skin, the pure light that was so, so very different and new and absolutely wonderful.

His head spun with the possibilities, eager to build upon those ideas and fantasies like a dog with a bone. (His body ever so slightly jerked, as if remembering the severe harm sunlight could do to him-admonishing him for even thinking of going under the sun.) 

He stopped that train of thought as it threatened to spiral further down. It would do him no good if he went ahead of himself because of his emotions without a plan (Like his Father said he always did).

'Breathe, in and out. Calm yourself. Remember what Mother and Father always said. Don't just focus on possibilities, if you want to make it happen, you must plan to do so first.'

A thin string of metal coiled around his wrist-interrupting him-and on reflex (and out of surprise) he yanked his hand away. The metal snapped from the burst of energy, pathetically flopping around on the floor like a blinded man, searching for a larger pool of alloy to be a part of. Kars' impassive face was broken in that instant, violet eyes narrowing, teeth sharply clicking together as his mouth closed with a "clack".

Why was this... anomaly giving him such trouble? He was supposed to be in control of himself.

Kars wasn't sure about the answer to that question-It wasn't like one of those questions where he'd simply have to look up to know. It was... different. (He didn't like that).

He glared even more at the alloy, tiny waves of annoyance washing over him. Kars wanted to do something to it to make it pay for interrupting him. But he squashed down those feelings-How could he let such small things annoy him so?

Kars looked back the slowly working puzzle, he wondered if it would be better to carry all of her pieces back home, or would it benefit him more if he'd help her. On one hand, he'd get back quicker, yet if he did help her, there was a chance of her trusting him more, and making it easier for him to "observe" her with less repercussions.

After all, people let their guards down more if they were around someone they trusted.

Kars started to move towards the body, all the while his eyes scanned the forest floor for the shining gem pieces, picking them up as he went closer and closer. Soon his arms were full of the roughly cut jewels when he finally approached Phosphophyllite's still body. He slowly knelt onto the plants, looking down carefully as to not crush the fragile things-his arms tight around the mass of mint green mineral. When Kars settled down, he gently placed down his load-Kars didn't need to waste even more time by breaking her in even smaller pieces, he wasn't sure how long this night would last. The last thing he wanted was to be stuck under the sunlight.

Kars took a piece from the pile and offered it to metal tendrils, who quickly snatched it away from him and went back to work. When they ran out of pieces to put, they turned to Kars for more. Soon they ended up just taking parts from the pile itself.

This cycle went on for a bit until larger parts of Phosphophyllite were fixed and Kars himself could start doing something instead of kneeling until his legs went numb.

"Thanks for fixing me back together." Phosphophyllite said, droopy eyes staring up at Kars. His own narrow eyes looked back at her in a silent of gesture of acknowledgment.

Well.

'Obviously he wouldn't respond.' A familiar voice echoed in her head again. 'He's kind of a stoic and serious type, don't you think?' It gained a rather teasing tone as it said this, making Phos unconsciously frown.

"I guess..." Phos mumbled as she watched him repair her body.

Kars heard that sentence, but chose not to comment.

It was a peaceful, yet awkward silence that enveloped the atmosphere around the two. That was promptly broken by Kars' curt words of "I'm finished." and his body rising up from it's previous kneeling position.

"A-ah, really? Um, thanks again for helping me."

It took a brief period of hesitation, but Kars answered back with a polite "You're welcome."

Phos smiled brightly at him in answer.

Inwardly, Kars imagined her to be like a flower and somehow...

His lips lifted into a small smile as well.

"You're smiling!" Phosphophyllite cried out in childish surprise, snapping up into a seated position as she pointed at the normally stoic boy.

At this, Kars' smile instantly returned to his original impassive expression.

"Damn it."

It was a while after they started their journey back to Kars' home (This time at a much more leisurely pace) that they had their first, real conversation together. It was nothing much, merely small chit-chat to help pass the time and to alleviate the slightly tense silence that hung in the air.

After all, they were still knew next to nothing about each other.

"So...how are you feeling?" Phos asked, her shiny green eyes gazing up in curiosity at the taller boy as they continued walking (To who knows where).

He glanced back down at her and answered in return with, "Why do you ask?"

"Well I was just curious, plus you don't seem like the type to say anything unless I start the conversation or something." She replied.

Kars blinked and said, "You don't need to concern yourself with such things."

"Well, maybe I don't need to, but I want to. Besides, you don't seem all that bad yourself. I mean, you helped fix me, right? That means you're a nice person!" Phosphophyllite cheerfully stated, her hands clasped behind her back and head slightly tilted as she smiled at Kars.

"It was better than waiting for you fix yourself and wasting away time that could've been used for better reasons. Like our little walk." Kars flatly responded back at her.

Phos cried out in mock hurt, "Ouch!" She slapped one of her hands on the left side of her chest, fingers lightly touching the black fabric.

"Your feelings have been noted." Kars wryly smiled, his tone dry like an arid desert. It would be a lie to say that he did not find some sort of amusement from Phos' rather expressive actions.

"Hmph," Phos crossed her arms in indignation. "On second thought, you're just a meanie!"

Kars raised an eyebrow, "Oh? Am I now?"

"Yup."

Without any of them knowing it, their friendly banter slowly melted the previous tension in the air, and somehow, Kars managed to let lose (even if only slightly) with someone-A near stranger, nonetheless.

It was strange how easy it felt being with Phosphophyllite.

It was when they'd moved on to commenting about the scenery around them that Kars realized they were nearing their (his) intended location.

"It's literally just green" stated Phos, gesturing at the varying shades of said colour that the forest came in as they moved. Even though it all looked the same to her anyways.

"It's not 'just' green, every plant or tree here has their own unique shade." Kars shot back, frowning.

"Whatever you say~" Phos airily replied, eyes lidded whilst waving her left hand at him.

As they passed by a large, large tree, Kars noticed something out of the corner of his eye. A faint symbol, spiraling and curved like air, twirled around like a silent indicator.

It was at this moment, when all of a sudden Kars turned to Phos and with arms outstretched, swept her off her feet into his muscular arms.

Phos cried out in surprise, "Wha-? W-woah!" Her arms flailed around and her eyes widened in shock.

"Don't ask."

Phosphophyllite silently nodded at Kars, her mind rolling around in confusion.

'What is he doing?!' One voice yelled out.

'Wait and see.' Said another.

'...ah-'

Kars bent his knees slightly, getting ready to run.

In his mind, he counted, 'One, two, three', and started running through the forest, keeping an eye out for more symbols on the trees.

Closer and closer they went towards the rabbit hole.

In front of them was a large cave, tall and imposing. If one were to look closely though, the rocks were decorated with detailed carvings of nature and such, becoming a large masterpiece in itself. But if one were to only look in front, all they would see was never-ending darkness greedily sucking in the moonlight that strayed into the dark.

Phos did the former. Kars did neither.

But at last, the both of them had finally reached their (Kars') intended destination, the entrance to the underground civilization of the Pillar race.

Kars slowed down to walking pace whilst still clutching onto Phosphophyllite, and in he went into the entrance, down into the winding maze that led to home.

His home.

-Chapter three end-