#Marquis Vincent De Gramont/Santino D'Antonio

[mrssimply]

The Rubicon

As announced and teased, here is the second (and for now, final installment of my John Wick fic. I say final for now because I still have ideas, and I love these two very much so there is a possibility I might write more later.

Regarding this work, like the first, it flowed and I think I wrote it in something like a week. Everything was so clear, and easy which is a rarity when you're an author. It makes it precious for me.

I was buyoed by how amazing the fourth movie was, and when I got out I had so many feels to expel that I finished the first fic and started the second one right away. So this is basically a retelling of the fourth movie, with Santino alive (it briefly retrace what happens in the third, too).

Please, enjoy it, oh few John/Santino lovers like me. We should come up with a name for the ship, too...

Oh, and that one got an exclusive ship (cause I think it's the only fic with it in the fandom): Marquis Vincent de Gramont/Santino D'Antonio, because what's sexier than one little meow meow? Two little meow meows being terrible to each other and the rest of the world. It very secondary, though, the main ship is John/Santino.

Without further ado... a snippet from chapter 2:

Eight years ago, when John wanted to marry Helen, he called Santino for help. The call came in the middle of the night, on Santino’s personal line. John had gone through Julius, the Continental’s Manager in Rome, the only precaution taken for plausible deniability. Hearing his voice had felt like breaking through the deep waters he was drowning in since their break up. Like electroshocks to his heart, a shot of heroin to the brain, a painful rebirth. John had saved him time and time again.  The bargain was clearly in Santino’s favor: An opportunity to get New York back by eliminating his father’s cousin, and a blood oath more binding that any other promise, against help to reunite all of John’s targets in the same place. Their exchange was brief that night, and the following night in New York, too. Professional .  Santino clung to that like a life line as the usual longing he associated with John came bubbling back. The hitman seemed unsettled by the tone of their talk, and Santino wanted to slap him: what did he expect, exactly, when he was asking Santino help to get out of The Arrangement to marry someone else . When he was about to give someone else everything Santino had ever wanted? So he kept it to business even if something was screaming in rage and anguish inside of him the whole time. The marker had been a wicked thing, an offering to try and appease the beast yowling inside of him. A piece of John for Santino to keep forever. A way to possess him, even just a little. - Why did John call him for help and not anyone else? Maybe because he’d known no one loved him enough but Santino to risk so much on his behalf. Which was probably the exact same train of thought that led him to the Villa in Praiano when he needed help to get out again. - Cassian took his job seriously. After a year in Santino’s service, he’d learned to see through the mask and the callous attitude, beyond the sneers and the recklessness, probably helped by the fact he felt it was his mission to keep Gianna’s love for Santino alive. It meant Santino trusted him, even if they bickered half the time they were forced together by their respective jobs. It helped pass the time, in the mob boss opinion. Leonora had learned to ignore them. It also meant that when John appeared on the threshold of the Villa's grounds, Cassian was the first to welcome him. With a shotgun. Santino laughed. “Felt good?” he asked, leaning against the doorway as Cassian reloaded.  “Very. Can I do it again?” Leonora snorted discreetly and Santino eyed John, who was struggling to get back to his feet. His armored suit had done its job and protected him, but it hadn’t lessened the pain of the impact. “Be my guest.”

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[thedivinevera]

❦Alternative❦

Your basic yandere x reader story but he is transported in the body of his variant who happens to cheat on you.

Imagine working so hard to make your darling fall in-love to you and you suddenly find out that another version of you in an alternate reality is cheating and wasting the love you blessed to his variant. - yandere!

(This is the more "headcanon" like post than the other one where it looks like a script/ convo of my Au uni)

Part 1 and 2

Yandere!multiple characters x gn reader

Tags: yandere x reader, male characters, established relationship, alternative Universe (Au), no gender reader, yandere au, cheating au, multiple characters

Tw! : Yandere, toxic relationship (2 types), CHEATING, unhealthy obsession, MENTIONED OF SELF HARM, mention of death, mention of murder, using profanity (curse). OOC CHARACTERS

A/N hellooo this is my first time doing a multiple character post (and my first post after a long hiatus,). Honestly there are a lot of fandoms I really want to contribute so I decided to just do this!!! So as a reminder; since this is multiple characters post, expect a lot of OOC

Yandere x reader but he's transported into another alternative Universe, where his variant cheated on you.

Yandere x reader but rather than seeing a traumatized reader (mainly caused by him) he sees an either a begging reader who desperately asks him how he could do this to them or a reader who's cold and seems to just don't give a fuck about him but either way it's far more better than seeing you traumatized and lifeless

Yandere x reader but he's comforting and promising to you that he will never do it again and if that means he would need to be put in a leash, camera in his house, or kill himself if he did it again, then so be it.

Yandere x reader but he killed the person he cheated with and hurt themselves intentionally in the process because his variant (the body) and that person is the reason why his beloved is hurting.

Yandere x reader but he manipulated you to accept him again by letting you see the scars he put in himself because "he" deserves it and put on a show that he's guilty that he couldn't live knowing he hurt you.

Yandere x reader but he's now treating you far better than his variant, of course excluding the fact that he's too possessive and obsessed with you, but hey! Atleast he's not fucking some person behind your back.

Yandere x reader but he never wants to go back to his alternative Universe because as long as you love and care for him he would never want to leave you again.

Yandere x reader but he's so fucking angry because in his world he had done everything to have what his variant have; you and he just waste it for a fucking whore.

Yandere x reader but he almost put himself in self destruction because this body is the same body that hurts you.

Yandere x reader but now everything that he had plan for the future is finally can be put in place.

Yandere x reader but he loves you so much to even think about cheating with you because he thinks that your love is an extension of his life and no matter what happen, no matter how beautiful the person is he would never think of cheating with you ever again .

Yandere x reader but he's ready to be put in lobotomy just to show he would never cheat on you :))

Some meme :)))

[kavalyera]

John Wick characters and children..

[marquisedegramont]

Congrats on your greatest work yet! I’m sure it will be amazing to see. Is it Marquis related????

Maybeeee

It’s me putting all my analysis works (on my main) into a fic! All of the knowledge I’ve acquired and all the theories I’ve conducted and all the character analysis I’ve written are finally being written and laid out!! So excited to finish it heeheheeheh ^_^

More on the story under the cut

So basically it’s like a High Table prequel, and it starts off with Gianna and Santino (Gianna mostly because I’ve decided Santino has had too much time in the spotlight) and then eventually it branches out to people like Charon, John, Helen, Adjudicator, Harbinger, Viggo, Marcus and of course— Marquis.

I’ve decided to fully delve into my more “artistic” kind of writing style in which I write it flowery, and of course with symbolism and distinct imagery (which I unknowingly copied off of @thewhumpcaretaker HAHA i stole ur writing style you can’t have it back >:) /j)

I can give a small snippet right now

AT THE BASE of everything that makes a person a human, they are an animal.

The illusion of it is the belief that humans aren’t animalistic. Gianna thinks otherwise. She has seen the ends of both sides; her as an animal and others as animals— ripping away flesh with bare hands and teeth sunk, grasping onto the thin thread of power. That’s the life philosophy that Gianna and Santino were both destined to learn and uphold.

I’m trying to put all my knowledge of the mafia/crime itself, human nature, and some other John Wick lore

Of course, it’s a multi-protagonist thing. Sort of like Arcane, but of course with a clear protagonist duo which would be Gianna and Santino.

I want to write it, I want it for people to read so they can find it both entertaining and in a way, insightful!

Can’t say when I would release the first chapter since I like to write three chapters before releasing the other one

Would love for some advice on how to write long fics tho dhsndhdh

The title is TDFP. Try to find out what that means :)

Love all of you guys who support me and my writing, I know it takes me a long time to write and I love all of you who have the patience <3

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One Last Time

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

Rating: Explicit, 18+

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

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

Snippet

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

As for Vincent. Well...

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

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

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

Careless.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Ahhhhh I love these stories so so much

John Wick Movies Masterlist

John Wick

The Jaguar

The Most Wonderful Time of The Year

Thankful

Domestic

Rivalry

Family (Addams Family AU)

Skinny Dipping

Late Night

Birthday Party

Headcanons

Kidnapped

Stormy Days

Santino D’Antonio

Married

What Had to Be Done

Morning

Argument

Happiest

The Italian and His Wife

Simple Moments

Dinner

Voices

His Wife (Addams Family AU)

Arranged

Changed

Sister-in-Law

Luckiest Man

Invitation

Sincere Moment

The D’Antonio Twins

Affection

Saved Me

The Elder

To Be Free

New Beginning

A Husband’s Job

Headcanons

Valentine’s Day

Vincent de Gramont

Sugarbaby - Headcanons

I Noticed 

The French and His Wife

The End or The Beginning

Being his Wife - Headcanons

Flames of Love

Yours

His

Date Nights

Small Steps

Obsession

Small Kisses

Yelling - Short

The Ink Under Your Skin

[mynameis-noe-body]

Okay, for marquis de gramont we can get reallll toxic. Both the reader and Vincent are angry with each other and are tying to make one another jealous at the event. Because they’re very kinda delulu and possessive they kill the people they're using to make the other jealous and confess their feelings

Thank you so much for this request, my dear anon. I hope you'll love this. 🖤

I am your slave

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

Rating: Teen & Up Audience

Status: Complete (one shot)

Author notes: I used Google translate for the Russian and French sentences. Let me know if it's incorrect!

Obviously. You muttered the word under your breath, chewing its bitter taste, testing its sound on the tip of your tongue as you watched, disarmed, as the Marquis made his triumphal entrance.

The most influential families of the High Table had gathered at the Hotel Mademoiselle de Condé for a gala and business evening. Those weren't rare events, but that didn't make them any less sumptuous. Money flowed freely, as did the champagne, the drugs, the caviar. And the lovers. Yes, they were purchasable too. Women and men of supreme beauty, unattainable, sometimes sons and daughters who were given away, exchanged, lent — everything, in exchange for favors.

But the Marquis — Vincent — never had to ask anyone for anything.

With a gallant gesture he opened the door of his 1970 Cadillac DeVille and offered his arm to a woman. And not yet another high-class whore that he would have refused to touch even with the tip of his little finger, no. The woman who accompanied him that evening was a creature of rare beauty, perhaps someone's protégé. Perhaps his protégé. She was graceful, elegant, she flaunted a cascade of golden curls that would make Venus herself envious. And you, you felt flooded with anger.

"Champagne" you ordered, snapping your fingers. They served you immediately. You too had your power, and you had never hidden it. You knew, deep down, that it was one of the things that attracted him. Your shy elegance fiercely contrasted the anger that could ignite in your heart. The strength of your hands, the fury in your eyes, the power you wielded ruthlessly. Yet, in his arms and in his bed, you were capable of the deepest love, the most total devotion. He was bewitched by it, and inebriated. Therefore, he loved to instigate every jealousy in you, just to have you desperate at the end of the night.

Vincent didn't even glance at you. He shook dozens of hands, ordered food and drinks, laughed with his colleagues and friends. And he ignored you. At least until, from the door of the luxurious hotel, taking off his Armani coat and handing the keys of his Ferrari Portofino to the doorman, Mr. D'Antonio entered.

"Santino!" you exclaimed, with a smile so bright it lighted the entire dining room. Many turned, if only for a moment, to watch you gallop towards the man, with a hem of your beautiful dress grasped between your fingers to reveal crystal heels that echoed off the walls.

Santino opened his arms, and welcomed you with a loud kiss on the cheek. "Meraviglia! Look at you — beautiful, you are beautiful."

Santino was warm, welcoming, purely Italian. And charming, in every aspect of his person. He knew how to make any woman feel like the most beautiful in the world. He gallantly offered you his arm and ordered for you. His laugh was loud, contagious. His exuberant nature amused you. You had been friends for years now. You had worked together, sometimes — often you had worked for him. And he appreciated you. He was generous in his payments. And above all, Vincent was morbidly jealous, because D'Antonio had no qualms about making blatant advances on you, even in front of all those people.

Vincent was daydreaming about murder. God, how he hated him. And yes, he had planned to take that beautiful Parisian home with him, one of the new acquisitions of his organization, now that he saw you... you were his favorite. Oh, bullshit — you were the only one. Since he had met you he had no longer been able to keep faith with his numerous lovers. One by one, they had extinguished his desire, and you had ignited his. Or they were fallen dead, because you killed them. Many of them, to be honest. And every time he learned of one of your murders, his desire to possess you — body and soul — violently took hold of him. He didn't want to give in, not that easily. But now he understood how difficult it was to resist you, while your hand caressed the muscular shoulder of that penniless Italian. That coward. The mere thought that you could enjoy yourself under his fingers made him vomit — so much that he poured what was left of the wine into the boulle and twisted his mouth in a grimace of disgust.

With my bare hands, he thought. He crossed his legs and wrapped himself in his double-breasted jacket, brooding. I want to kill him with my bare hands around his neck. He would have done it. He was Vincent Bisset de Gramont, the Marquis and he could do whatever the fuck he wanted. He could have attached Santino D'Antonio to a pole and set him on fire to make him feel a tenth of the physical pain with which, due to that jealousy, he himself was now burning.

The young woman he had brought with him caressed his face. Or at least, she tried. But he grabbed her wrist before she could touch his cheek. He looked at her with the same hatred. "Go take off that lipstick" he hissed, through clenched teeth. "You look ridiculous."

She obeyed, humiliated, and reached the bathroom. Of course, she didn't expect to meet you anytime soon.

As soon as you saw her walking away towards the toilet, you took your chance, followed her and closed the door behind you with a sharp slam, waiting for her right there, outside her niche. She, surrounded by that shiny hair, those brilliant eyes, those scarlet lips, had raised a single eyebrow in an inquisitive manner.

"And you are?" she asked, passing a cloth over her lips, cleaning them from that bright color.

You inhaled deeply. "You know who I am."

She allowed herself an amused smile. "Ah," she had commented, smugly, "nomer dva."

You thought that, before speaking, she should have made sure that you didn't speak Russian.

▪️▪️▪️

"Dance with me." Vincent took your hand, intertwined his fingers with yours and dragged you before you could respond, or refuse.

He had chased you as soon as you left the bathroom. The Marquis had immediately noticed your flushed chest, your freshly washed hands, your disheveled hair pulled back with a mechanical gesture of your hand, your pupils as narrow as pinpricks. Magnificent. On the dance floor, he had first twirled you once, before grabbing you and holding you against his chest; one hand — the right one — on your back, the lower part, the other intertwined with yours and pressed against his chest, on the beating of his heart. And his face in the corner between your neck and your shoulder.

You huffed, trying to maintain composure. "They're all watching us" you whispered in his ear. He smiled against your skin. "You'll make us look ridiculous in front of the High Table."

"Mon amour. I am the High Table." Vincent left the ghost of a kiss on your neck before making you sway in his arms. Another pirouette, and there you are again in his inevitable grip. "I could order half the men in this room to lick the floor where you walk, and they would do it for me."

You barely held back a small smile. "I can not stand you." But you settled a little more against his chest. The soft, slow music lulled you gently. "And what do you think of Santino? Would he kneel for you too?"

His nails dug into your side, making you flinch. You met his icy eyes in mid-air. So cold, so beautiful. "The Italian. That's it then, you like him."

"He's a charming man."

"He is rude, and vulgar. So pompous."

"And you're not?"

You almost heard him growl. Vincent shot a terrible look at D'Antonio, across the room, who was watching you swing on the dance floor with dark, annoyed eyes.

"You shouldn't be here with me" you added, coldly. "Your woman? Where is she?"

He laughed heartily. "Oh, please. We both know she won't make it out of that bathroom alive. How long did it take you to kill her?"

But you didn't answer. You never responded to his curiosity... it was your game.

Vincent grinned. The kiss on your neck now became passionate. You felt his soft lips caress your skin from your bare shoulder to the tip of your chin with five deep, intense kisses. "You drive me crazy."

This time, you smiled happily. "You are sick."

Vincent looked deadly serious, hovering over you, his back straight and tall to tower over your beautiful figure. "I will have monsieur D'Antonio's raw heart served to me on a silver platter. I will kidnap you, lock you in a dungeon, make you die of hunger and thirst if necessary — anything, as long as you admit the truth."

He was scary. Exciting. Terrifying. Beautiful. You blushed, panting slightly. "What truth? What the hell are you talking about?"

He smiled. He leaned down and whispered in your ear. "That you love me, mon amour."

"I —" yes, you loved him. And you loved the way he made you feel. You loved that hateful jealousy you felt for him, and that he felt for you. You caressed his face with an unexpected sweetness. Your eyes were large, languid. Vincent felt his whole body tremble like never before... "I'll tell you. Not now, though. Tomorrow morning. Now, take me home, and make love to me."

He stopped. He smiled, looking younger than he was. So happy. With a ridiculous low bow, he offered you his hand. "Je suis ton serviteur."

[shimazu-akira]

@gianna-da A lot has happened since you were gone, Ms. d'Antonio, and I'll try to recap the story as wholly as possible from what I've heard, in addition to my personal encounters.

After John Wick had shot you, he shot your brother Santino on Continental grounds, which by the rules automatically labelled him as "excommunicado". The New York Continental tried to protect him for a while, but after High Table soldiers were sent by an Adjudicator to deconsecrate the hotel, Mr. Wick "disappeared" for six months and somehow found his way to the Elder and killed him.

Due to the Elder's death, the High Table appointed an autem imperator, called Marquis Vincent de Gramont, to eliminate the Baba Yaga. The Marquis blew up the New York Continental as retribution for helping Mr. Wick and also shot their Concierge.

I was worried about the same fate befalling onto the Osaka Continental, but little did I know that Mr. Wick went to my father to seek refuge in our hotel, but it was too late by then. Because of him, the Marquis deconsecrated the Osaka Continental, sent his men to raid it, and contracted a blind assassin named Caine to deal with the Baba Yaga.

My father lost his life to the blind assassin in order to protect me and Mr. Wick. I made the Baba Yaga make a promise to kill my father's slayer, or I will do so myself. We never saw each other since.

Mr. Wick then went on to issue the Marquis a challenge to a duel through the Ruska Roma. Apparently, Mr. Wick won and got out of the Table, but failed to get rid of the Marquis or Caine.

Now, you understand why I'm here to finish what was started. I have a bounty on the Marquis at 25 million dollars. I'm still bidding my time before I act on Caine. As for Mr. Wick himself, I'll try not to bother him.

[tobytheeggo]

The Catchers (in depth) Relationships

There are 2 (two) for Santino’s section because this is what I originally had put on my documents back when JW4 first came out and I didn’t think much of Santino and Orin’s relationship; so believe what you want ^^ /pos

THE BOWERY KING - Orin and BK are best friends in full honesty but Orin looks up to him like an uncle. They share jokes with each other and hang out whenever they bump into the other. Although BK has his birds, he offers to look after Orin's cats when they're out of state or country.

JOHN WICK - These two don't talk much but they're fine with one another. Orin's more intimidated by him from all the stories they’ve heard of ‘the boogeyman’; hence why they don't talk to him all that much.

SANTINO D'ANTONIO - (Original) They have a good friendship, they're not best friends but they talk. Orin had a crush on him but never got the courage to tell him, so they lost hope and moved on. Simple as that.

(Revised) Orin’s most comfortable with him, they’re practically inseparable; unless Orin’s on duty. Although Santino has his issues and he barks more than he bites, Orin doesn’t mind it since Santi would never try to hurt them intentionally. Even if he did, Orin probably would knock some sense into him.

KILLA HARKAN - Joke buddies! Sometimes they offend each other but nonetheless they both joke around with one another. Sometimes they'll play card games even if Killa could be considered a cheater.

MARQUIS DE GRAMONT - These two hate each others asses. Quick summary: Orin was on duty in France and ended up being in his estate; trying to be quick and sneaky (while skipping some context), they spilled wine on one of his tailored suits.

CHIDI - They tolerate each other, but because of Vincent (marquis), they tend to fight a lot. Orin usually loses; the first ever time they fought, Orin ended up with a broken nose.

If there’s anyone in the franchise you’re interested about, feel free to put it in the ask box!! Thank you for reading :3

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masterlist

characters list fic list

Vikings

Lagertha

Athelstan

Bjorn Ironside

Ubbe Lothbrok

Hvitserk Lothbrok

Halfdan the Black

One Piece (2023 Netflix)

Roronoa Zoro

Sanji

Dracule Mihawk

Monkey D. Luffy

Koby

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Robin Buckley

John Wick Universe

John Wick

Santino D'Antonio

Marquis Vincent Bisset de Gramont

Caine

Peaky Blinders

Thomas Shelby

Arthur Shelby

Alfie Solomons

Michael Gray

Lizzie Stark

(maybe someone else?)

Works by J. R. R. Tolkien The Hobbit (2012-2014)

Thranduil

Legolas

Bilbo Baggins

Bard The Bowman

(maybe someone else?)

The Lord of The Rings

Legolas

Boromir

Eomer

Arwen

Hobbits (?)

(maybe someone else?)

The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power

Elrond

Halbrand

Galadriel

Arondir

Elendil

Game of Thrones

Robb Stark

Jaime Lannister

Daenerys Targaryen

Sansa Stark

Bran Stark

Oberyn Martell

Euron Greyjoy

Viseris Targaryen

Gendry Waters/Baratheon

House of the Dragon

Daemon Targaryen

Criston Cole

Aemond Targaryen

Aegon Targaryen

Alicent Hightower

Lucerys Velaryon

Jacaerys Velaryon

Rhaenyra Targaryen

The Last Kingdom

Finan

Sihtric

Osferth

Alfred

Aethelflaed

Edward

Aldhelm

Brida

Eadith

Star Wars

Cassian Andor

Poe Dameron

Jyn Erso

Armitage Hux (resistance!reader only)

Kylo Ren (resistance!reader only)

Rey Skywalker

Bodhi Rook

Obi-Wan Kenobi

(maybe someone else?)

MARVEL

most of the characters actually

Shadow and Bone (series)

Kaz Brekker

Darkling

Zoya Nazyalensky

Inej Ghafa

Nikolai Lantsov

Tolya Yul-Bataar 

The Witcher (series)

Geralt of Rivia

Jaskier

Yennefer of Vengerberg

Eskel

Lambert

Rience

Cahir

Star Trek

Jim Kirk

Leonard "Bones" McCoy

Spock

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Emily Prentiss

Jennifer Jareau

The Umbrella Academy

Number Five

Ben Hargreeves

Arcane

Victor

Silco

Caitlyn

The Sandman

Morpheus

Squid Game

Salesman

067

Hwang In-Ho

Hwang Jun-Ho

218

The Peacemaker

Adrian Chase/Vigilante

Merlin (BBC)

Merlin

Morgana

Sir Gwaine

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i made santino a signature thought you’d enjoy this :3

OOOHHH VERY FANCYYYY

SANTINO SIGNATURE 🗣‼️

It does fit him, he is a fancy little ass :P

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Happy birthday @evren-sadwrn ! I wrote this fanfic with Santino and Vincent for you! I'm really glad we became moots and I love yapping about JW characters with you (especially abt Santino) so I wanted to show you that I really appreciate you! This is my gift for you! 💖

The Roses

I hope you'll like it! Sending hugs! <3

So many different flowers grew in the garden. Especially roses. The D'Antonio family is fond of flowers but the roses are among the favorites.

Santino watched those roses through the window of his bedroom, they're beautiful to him, they have a special place in his heart. He used to plant them with his mother when he was a little boy.

"Santi."

He heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Vincent." Santino smiled as he saw him. "How are you, mon chéri?" Vincent hugged him, gently going through his hair from behind. Santino was a bit suprised to see him since he always let's him know that he's gonna come over.

"I'm okay. Thank you." Santino murmured, finding the hug rather comforting.

After the hug, Vincent pressed a gentle kiss on top of Santino's head, murmuring something in French as they sat on the edge of the bed.

"Are you okay? I heard you got hurt, too." Santino said, glancing him but Vincent seemed just fine. "Ah, nothing serious. Couple of bruises that's all." Vincent said, looking down at the floor before looking back at him.

"I'm sorry that happened, Santi. I did told you not to do that, didn't I? I didn't want you to get hurt." Vincent had a talk with some of his potential new associates but things kinda didn't go as planned and it got worse when Santino tried to help.

He ended up being hurt. Beaten up, calling out Vincent's name for help. However, Vincent didn't show up to save him.

"I know...I'm sorry-" Santino apologized but Vincent caressed his cheek, making eye contact with him. "No, don't apologize. It was my fault. And I didn't hear you calling me...I'm so sorry, Santi. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you." He said softly and pressed few kisses on his forhead while he held Santino's hands.

"You got hurt, too. I just..." Santino paused and sighed, looking to the side. "I didn't know who else to call out." He felt ashamed to admit to be this weak, but he had no reasons to feel ashamed in front of Vincent, right? They're dating after all.

"I should've been there for you, I'll never forgive myself that-" Vincent started to almost panic while saying all this, but Santino cupped his cheeks and pulled him into a kiss. A soft kiss on the lips. "I'm okay, I'm here, I survived it." Santino said softly, looking into Vincent's eyes.

Vincent nodded, taking a hold of Santino's hands and pulling them down as he held them. "I'm so glad you're okay." Vincent said and pressed a deep long kiss on Santino's lips.

Santino moaned softly into in the kiss, finding it difficult to even breathe when Vincent was kissing him like this. It got more passionate, with Vincent forcing his tongue into his mouth, eating him alive. And Santino was lost into the kiss just like always.

"I'll make it up to you, miel." Vincent whispered against his lips, wiping off saliva that was on the side of Santino's mouth. Santino sighed shakily and nodded, looking at him sympathetically. No. It was more in in a needy, admiring way. Just like he always looks at him when Vincent kisses him.

"Can I see your wounds, please?" Vincent asked after a minute. Santino blinked, snapping back to reality. "Yes...but they're just bruises." Santino said and started unbuttoning his shirt. Vincent helped him get it off, sliding it down his arms.

Santino's body had bruises of various colors. Some were more darker purple than the others. Over his torso, ribs and on his back. Vincent gently traced his fingers over each one, pressing gentle kisses on Santino's shoulders as he winced couple of times.

"They don't hurt as much anymore, they're healing already." Santino said, feeling Vincent's lips on the back of his neck. He was studying Santino's bruises on his back.

"I'm going to kill them, miel. I'll do it myself." Vincent said, actually sounding serious about it. Santino chuckled breathlessly, "I'd love to see that."

"I know you would." Vincent purred, smirking when Santino turned his head inviting him for another kiss. Hugging him from behind, kissing him deeply again, Vincent hummed before pulling from the kiss.

"Santi...if you need anything, let me know. Really, just tell me whatever you need." He said after the kiss and Santino put on his shirt again. "Well...I'd like to spend more time with you. You're here now so...would you stay a little longer?" Santino felt like he needed to stay closer to him. He needed some comfort.

"I'd love to...however I can stay only for half an hour. I have another business talk...is that okay?" Vincent offered. "More than okay." Santino smiled.

That half an hour went by quickly. They drank some coffee, talked a bit, cuddled, kissed...and that's it.

Santino wished Vincent had more time for him. Especially now. But he understands.

"I'm sorry, miel. I promise I'll make it up for you." Vincent said, fixing his suit, looking himself in the mirror. "Be good and drink painkillers, chéri." He said as he kissed him one last time. "I will." Santino smiled and nodded.

And Santino was left alone, again. Oh well, he at least got to see and be with him today.

//

As the week went by, Vincent would visit him sometimes, talk with him, how he's doing, just like he came the first time. But each time he would be more flirty, more touchy.

Until he offered something.

"How about..." Vincent paused, smirking as he fixed his tie and looked at Santino. "Tonight we spend time together? I have some free time then...what do you say?"

Ah, so he wanted that.

"Sure. I'm looking forward." Santino said, feeling himself blushing. Vincent chuckled quietly and leaned to whisper to him. "I hope you'll be in better shape by then. I don't want you to get even more hurt." That made Santino almost shiver.

"Don't worry about that." Santino said, feeling confident about it. Vincent nodded, "Good. See you in couple of hours, chéri."

Santino couldn't wait. He's gonna be with him again. He's gonna spend another night with him. No matter how much he got hurt he's willing to do this for Vincent.

Vincent's looking out for him. He cares. He loves him. He came to visit him to see how he's doing.

Waiting like for Vincent like a lost little puppy. Waiting for his attention. Hopelessly following him, his orders, desperately begging for love.

Santino went outside to look at the roses and to get some fresh air. It was evening, Vincent should be here any minute. The red roses bloomed beautifully, the right not too bring and not too dark red color.

Soon after, Vincent showed up. Finally. He's here again. For him. With him.

While Santino wanted this to be more romantic, he had some red wine prepared in the bedroom for them, Vincent just wanted to get to the point.

It seemed a little bit odd to Santino but he didn't want to question it, Vincent's here for him now and that's all that matters.

While taking Vincent's clothes off, he noticed that there were no bruises or anything on his pale skin. But it's impossible for bruises to fade that quickly.

"You alright, chéri?" Vincent asked as he noticed Santino kinda looking wordlessly at his body. Santino quickly looked up at him, chuckling softly before answering. "Yes. Sorry, I zoned out." Santino said, giving him a soft smile.

He didn't want to question anything now. He didn't want to ruin the mood.

"It's okay. Relax, miel." Vincent purred, kissing him and pulling him down with him. He let Santino have control tonight.

It was one of the best moments they shared. Santino on top of him, fucking him. He was rather gentle at first because he wanted to be...and because when he strained with few harder thrusts, his legs hurt.

But Vincent didn't really care about that. He just kept praising him, gripping his hair, moaning his name. Santino loved it. Loved every minute of it.

It seemed like hours, and they both wished it didn't end, this feeling.

Vincent gasped, gripping onto Santino's back, onto one of his worse bruises which made Santino whimper and cry out a moan. But fuck, it added to the excitement of this.

Vincent came first, moaning Santino's name and gripping tightly onto his hair and back. It hurt. That bruise hurt and Santino gasped a moan, feeling a weird feeling of pain and pleasure.

It didn't took him long to finish. To finish inside him, coming with a strangled moan, panting into Vincent's neck.

"Good boy, Santi. You did so good for me."

Vincent praised him, gently stroking his back, yet probably unaware of the pain he caused him. Or he was aware since he caressed that part.

Santino caught his breath enough to pull out and flop next to him. Groaning quietly in pain as the bruise just got more irritated. "Aw, did I hurt you?" Vincent asked, more in a teasing way rather than caring. "No..." Santino breathed out, closing his eyes to regain himself.

Vincent chuckled, he's proud of himself. Just like always.

After some time, Santino resting his head on Vincent's shoulders. "You don't have any bruises..." He muttered. "Hm? Ah, I suppose I have better immune system than you, miel." Vincent said and caressed his cheek. Santino hummed in response. Too tired to question anything more.

But it was strange. Maybe Vincent does have a better immune system.

"I think I strained myself too much..." Santino said and whimpered as he stretched a little. "Aww, you just need rest, chéri." Vincent chuckled.

He does need rest after this. His whole body ached even more.

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After few days, Santino recovered quickly from the bruises and his body didn't ache as much anymore.

Yet, Vincent wasn't visiting him that often. He only came by twice in this week. But he enjoyed those two times.

So to suprise him and show him his appreciation for him, Santino cut three of the red roses from his garden and went to visit him himself.

Ah, Vincent was on the phone with someone when he came to visit.

"Santi?" Vincent asked once he finished his phone call, looking a bit puzzled at him. "I um, I hope I'm not interrupting anything...I just..." Santino got a bit nervous of course, thinking maybe it's not the best time.

"These are for you. I really appreciate everything you've done for me for the past two weeks...thank you, Vincent." Santino said, blushing and showing Vincent the roses. Vincent blinked, looking from the roses to him and then just kinda chuckled and took them.

"Thank you, chéri. They're very pretty." He said and leaned to kiss him. "Ah, you didn't have to. I was just worried about you so I had to see how you're doing." Vincent smiled at him.

Santino huffed a nervous small laugh before answering, "I still feel like I need to show you how much you mean to me. And...these roses are from my garden...three red roses." He just knew he looked absolutely flustered and it's something Vincent loves.

"You're so cute like this. Ah, my little Santi." Vincent purred and caressed his face. The way Santino was looking at him with admiration and love...it's cute. But almost pathetic to Vincent.

"I'll put them in the vase on my table so I can look at them every day and think of you."

Santino was never this much happy before. And Vincent could see that, see that spark in his eyes. He has him now.

"I'm glad you like them. Roses have beautiful meanings. Every color has. And...red means love." Santino said, tugging onto Vincent's tie once Vincent put the roses in the vase.

"I know, miel. Red ones are my favorite." He leaned to kiss him. A passionate kiss, getting Santino on his other desk and kissing him some more.

Three red roses. Love.

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Another day passed. Santino was obsessively thinking about Vincent.

Then another day. Santino obsessively thinking about him again. And again. And again. And a week passed. Only texting each other.

A rainy day arrived. Santino returned from his meeting.

Going to his bedroom he was met with a letter and one single blue rose.

The letter said:

"I'm sorry for not seeing you this week, chéri. I'm really busy. However I do think about you every single day and wish you're next to me. Please take this blue rose that I send for you as my apology for not seeing you. I know you love the blue color and it was difficult to find a blue rose but you know me, I always manage everything. Hope to see you soon. Love you, miel."

It was written in Vincent's handwriting.

A blue rose? Santino has never seen a blue rose before.

"It's very pretty." He said to himself, smiling as he held the rose. A nice almost like royal blue color. "I wonder what it means."

One single blue rose.

Something's not right here. One part of Santino felt that.

Blue rose.

Mystery, they don't exist in the nature, they're hard to create.

Vincent didn't help Santino when he was calling him for help. He did heard him.

He heard him calling out for him.

He ignored him.

Vincent was fine. He wasn't hurt.

He doesn't have any bruises on his body.

Blue rose.

Unrequited love. If you love someone but you know that it can't be. A love that...can't be.

Three red roses compared to one blue rose.

True love and unrequited love.

It cannot be.

"I really love the blue rose, Vincent. Thank you. I love you."

"Always, Santi. Love you, too"

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can i ask yuo about how you see santino and vincent’s relationship ? :3 (<- starting to get devoured by the sanvin)

Santino D'Antonio and Marquis Vincent Bisset de Gramont

Ofc I'm happy to answer! :D

I see their relationship as very toxic

Now this is just my like headcanon and how I think it would be like

They're both hungry for power, it's just that there's always one that's gonna be more dominant in that

Always one that's gonna be more manipulative to get what they want no matter what. And that someone in this case, for me, is Vincent

There is a thin line between between passion and being toxic with loving a person, obsession and complex love and Vincent knows how to use everything against Santino to get what he wants

Okay, it's also a little inspired by my oc's, but trust the process

Santino has his personal secrets just like anyone else, so it's something he doesn't want to share with anyone. Yet when he did open up to Vincent when they were early in their relationship, just because Vincent pretended to be someone who he can trust, Vincent later on used all that against him

Santino was kinda naive at first since, let's say, Vincent was his first boy love and he wanted to be a good boyfriend to him. And Vincent learned how to have Santino on the leash since he noticed how Santino desperately tried to be good for him, good enough for someone

Not to mention the trauma Santino has from everything he went through in his childhood. How his father treated him and when his mother died. It all left such a big impact on him which also turned him into the person we see...and Vincent just added more salt to the wound, just added more into that fire

Vincent's biggest and strongest weapon is his ability to manipulate, use words very well, I think we can all agree on that, even in the movie we can see that. So he would literally use Santino's past life to control him and make Santino obey to him

Even if Santino talked back, because he was tired of Vincent's bullshit, Vincent still managed to somehow manipulate him into getting what he wants

It also goes for their sexual life, Vincent rarely listened to what Santino wanted and needed. Flirting too, if Santino wanted to flirt with him when he was in the mood and Vincent wasn't, Vincent would either ignore him or insult him. But whenever Vincent was in the mood, he would do anything in his manipulative ability to get Santino into the mood, no matter how much Santino didn't want to, no matter how many times Santino told him "no"

Santino is more of a person who likes to have physical contact, cuddling, hair playing, gentle moments like that. But Vincent...isn't that much. So, Santino even got touch starved with him

Now, Santino isn't a weak person, he fights back, he doesn't want to listen to Vincent most of the time and in the end he realized just how bad of an influence Vincent was on him and how he is actually a selfish manipulative person. It's just that Vincent is too good with using his words...and it's something Santino learned how to recognize and how to respond to all that after he got hurt multiple times

"Fight fire with fire" - to engage in conflict the same way the opponent is

Santino also kinda started doing the same to Vincent, try to manipulate him when Vincent started his manipulation and sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. Vincent knew he couldn't keep Santino under his control for so long so he had to be quick and smart with his...plan

Vincent just wanted Santino so he have more power in the position he is, so to use him for his own good. Once he got that, Santino was of no use for him anymore. However, Santino was done with him and just wanted Vincent out of his life, never to see or hear from him ever again

To which Vincent was kinda okay with but he still just mocked him and used the memories they shared against him, making Santino feel guilty for some happy moments they had...or at least he thought he was happy in those moments

Another part of Santino got broken and he learned never to trust a person again, never to open up again. Bc if he does, he's gonna get hurt like this again

And they started to hate each other...even if they're not together anymore. But the obsession still remained in both of them

They're both drama, maybe I'll even write more about their relationship since yeah I love drama and the dynamic between them could be very interesting

I hope you liked my yapping abt these two :3

Feel free to ask me more <3

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Title idea for Santino x Vincent x Chidi fic: Eiffel Tower…both because they’re somewhere in Paris with a stunning view of it, and because that’s what they do…Vincent is in the middle of course!🗼

LMFAOO PLEASEE

YEAH I CAN SEE IT 😭

Somewhere in Paris, in like hotel or somewhere... on the balcony... then in the room 🌚

This is wild I love it! Thank you! 💙

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John x Santino

Or Santino x Vincent

Literally their lyrics

If you know you know

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Hellooooo! ✨

So in some of your writing, Vincent is an ex of Santino’s, and he has a lot of trauma from that relationship. How did it affect him, and how does John help him with that?

Oohhh my! I haven't written Santino x Vincent for a while now lmfaooo! I gotta be in a mood for that bc John x Santino is my favorite ship, but I do have some plans for Santino and Vincent in the future. Just yeah kinda gotta be in the mood for that :>

Now prepare FOR A LOT

TW: emotional manipulation, mentions of being sick, panic attacks, breakdow, ummm what else?? Overall emotional rollercoaster

When I was first time writing "LA Devotee" and making their personalities work with each other, I imagined (and always kinda did), Vincent as a very toxic and selfish person. Now, idk much about relationships, since I was never in one, but I do know how some people can be very manipulative (in relationships or not, some people are just using it in a bad way). And I imagine Vincent like that. How he was manipulating with Santino during their relationship all the time. Could be seen in my fic "The Roses" how Santino, at first, wasn't aware that he was being manipulated since he was actually in love. Vincent only pretended to be just to use Santino for his own pleasure and work. So yes, Santino wasn't aware of it at first, he loved Vincent. To me, Santino seems like a a very romantic and affectionate person, he just learned how to hide it because of all the trauma and his daily life situations. Also, being born in a Camorra family comes with disadvantages such as "Don't show your emotions because it's a sign of weakness." And it's damn hard to control yourself, your true personality as being caring and affectionate in that family (now this is for a whole new post heheh).

And Vincent is just... everything Santino is against. The only problem is, he is really fucking good at hiding that. And the way he uses something Santino told him, something that means a lot to him, against him is fucked up. When Santino opened up to Vincent about some of his childhood traumas and some other things, Vincent "comforted him", but then used all that against him in arguments just to get what he wants. It's the emotional manipulation with a person who is emotionally sensitive. For example: "Maybe if you actually listened to your father, he wouldn't hurt you so much. Look what you got yourself into, now. What you made him do." Like, it's Santino's own fault he was abused by his father. And this one specifically made Santino's blood boil and his heart break, "You're just like your father. Smoking, drinking sometimes and wanting everything to go as you planned it."

Every time Vincent would say something like this, they would get into arguments and later on Santino would either have a panic attack in the bathroom or cry himself to sleep or both. Calling him just like his father, someone he hates, telling him that he is becoming like a person who hurt him is enough to break down Santino.

And sex is also something Vincent used Santino for. It was never love making. It was just sex without feelings for Vincent. Santino would often get rejected when he was in the mood just because Vincent wasn't. No matter if he was a bottom or top, Vincent still somehow had more of control over him. Santino thought that it was supposed to be that way (because Vincent was his first boyfriend), he thought it was okay to be humiliated during sex just because he wanted some control. His needs were mostly ignored and when Vincent finished, sex was over no matter if Santino didn't finish.

And everything was going on like that for a while, until Santino finally snapped one day. And good that he did. Vincent never saw Santino like that, in that state. He was yelling, cursing and like, we mentioned before, breaking things. Now, during his yelling and cursing at him, he broke a glass, literally threw it into a wall and nearly throwing another glass on Vincent but he stopped himself because, he realized just how feral he went, how Vincent managed to get this animal side out of him, his father side. And he hates it. He hated the way Vincent laughed at him because he won. He got a wanted reaction from him. "See? You are just like him."

And he left him, left Santino alone surrounded in broken glass. Santino was out of his mind, panting, trying to process what just happened, what he did. And he snapped again, destroying almost everything in the room that could be broken. He tore apart their pictures, he destroyed a collection of art that, apparently, meant a lot to Vincent. And of course he hurt himself in the process by accident. He didn't even realize how his hands and whole body was actually hurt. Only when he calmed down enough to try and clean up the glass by picking it with his shaky hands, he realized that by doing that, the glass was cutting into his skin. And he broke down into crying after seeing his hands covered in blood.

Later, when he made his way to the bathroom, he ended up being sick and another panic attack was triggered. He felt so pathetic and not worthy, crying and hyperventilating on the floor in the cold bathroom with his saliva tasting like acid from vomiting and hands covered in blood. He literally felt defeated, like he was done, he couldn't fight anymore, he couldn't do this anymore. He regretted everything. He regretted meeting Vincent, being in a relationship with him, having sex with him, sharing his pain with him, everything.

This is one of his biggest traumas. His childhood with father abusing him and Vincent.

However, one thing he can't forgive himself and hates himself for is... Vincent is still in his mind. No matter what he did to him, Vincent is like a poison that's still in him.

So, after everything, this relationship effected him in a way of: finding it hard to show love to someone, finding it difficult to express himself/his emotions, self esteem/self love, and more.

So, John had to taught him all that again. How to love yourself, how to show your emotions AND that it's okay to show all those emotions (especially that it's okay to cry because John could see how Santino was always trying not to break down in front of him), that it's okay to express yourself and a lot more. Physical touch, he taught and showed him that it's okay to hug, hold hands and hold each other close. Of course, at first he always asked for Santino's permission for that. During sex, John always focused on Santino more, his pleasure, not his own. Always looked to please Santino, do whatever he wanted. He gave him lots of praises every time.

He always listened to Santino when he was talking, always looked interested and payed attention to details and important things. It took some time for Santino to open up to him, but when he did, John was full of support and love and understanding. He kept telling him that's it's not his fault, that he's sorry he went through all that, and most importantly that he will always be there for him. He also practiced breathing and how to calm down during a panic attack with Santino. He helped him with it, they practiced some techniques and John told him he's always going to be there for him, if he isn't with him, Santino can always call him and he can guide him through it.

John is completely different from Vincent. John is a loving, caring person. And he made Santino feel safe, he healed him. He healed Santino's soul and his self respect.

Santino finally learned how to be himself and how to love another person again. How express himself. He is so thankful to John, he is thankful for him, that he is here with him. Maybe they're even soulmates.

But damn, Vincent's poison is still in Santino, in his head. He hates it. At least he's not alone in that fight now.

Ooof that was a lot of trauma and everything omg 💀 I'm so sorry Santino, I love you. I do have ideas for Santino x Vincent because of my two threesome fics, I want to explain their relationship more (my version of this ship), but like I said, I gotta be in the mood for them. Yeah my version of Vincent is very toxic bc... I won't say why bc I'm scared of getting hunted down. Just... I love Santino and John. That's all I'm gonna say now :].

Thank you SO MUCH for this amazing ask!! I got to explain my version of Santino x Vincent more, and I had that planned for a while, and I will do it more in the future. Thank you so much for paying attention to details in my fics, like I'm actually soooo thankful for that, it makes me feel like I'm getting better and better at writing and that I'm doing something right! It means a lot, and I appreciate it! :) 💙💙💙💙