#I’m posting Drabbles bc writing my ongoing fic is frustrating me rn

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Sweetheart John Wick ♡ ♡ ♡

Everyone’s screaming, Winston is on a table with a broom stick, Charon runs in with his pistol cocked, employees are huddled under the bar.

Enter John Wick, Death’s Very Emissary, highly confused, looking around at all the guests ducking under tables and swinging katanas in the air.

In the corner of the high ceiling, a tiny, terrified bat cowers, wondering where the hell it is and how it got here.

John motherfucking Wick just sighs, asks for a ladder, wraps his suit jacket around his palms, gently cages the little furry guy in fabric, and then escorts him outside where he can fly off into the sunset, free and safe.

Bonus Content: Winston, brushing off his suit, getting down from the table and mumbling about how John has probably just unleashed the rabies virus on the citizens of New York.