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sheluvslani · 7 months

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Not What It Looks Like Pt 2

Summary: See pt 1

Pairing: Ghostface!Amber x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, language, knife, mentions of murder, strap-on sex, mirror sex, degradation, praise, choking, blood, spit 😋

The person above you held down your legs with theirs and used their left hand to pin both of your wrists down, leaving you helpless and unable to move. It’s not like you could’ve done anything for that matter, you were frozen in place.

“Please, don’t kill me Mr. Ghostface…” You managed to stutter out as you stared into the gaping black holes of the mask, looking for any signs of mercy.

Ghostface slowly cocked their head to the side, trailing the knife down the side of your face. The blade made contact with your skin as you winced, a trail of blood spilled out. The mix of the cold air and open wound sends a shiver down your spine. The blood dripped down your cheek, dark red splotches drying on your tanned complexion.

You felt the weight of the person above you pressing against you, the hardness of the item in their pants pressing against the soft flesh of your thigh. You didn’t know if it was a gun or something else. You hoped it was the latter.

The thought alone made the heat between your legs intensify.

No. Stop. It’s literally a fucking serial killer…

You snapped out of your thoughts when the knife made impact with the floor beneath you, cracking between the individual planks.

The deranged killer above you slowly reached up to grab their mask, pulling it over their head. When it reached over their mouth, they flashed you a wide, toothy grin. Once they pulled it over their head, you were shocked. You felt your stomach drop.

Amber.

Amber Fucking Freeman.

Your girlfriend. Slaughtered 2 people and you were pretty sure you were going to be the 3rd.

She wiped the dried blood off your cheek, the softness of her touch distracting you from the fact she killed people with those same hands. “Darling… my pretty girl…” She whispered as the hold on yur wrists loosened slightly.

No. Cut this out. It can’t be.

You struggled to get up, Amber’s strength unmeasured against yours. She gripped your wrists harder, her nails dug into your skin.

“Amber, cut it out. Let me go.” Your eyes turned glossy as you stared into hers, eyes wide and boring into yours. Any sane person would fight for their life in this moment but you couldn’t do anything. Amber was the person you trusted the most, but she’s the same person that’s been

“Y/n, it’s not what it looks like-”

“No. Let go of me, you’re a monster” Her eyes softened with hurt as she looked down at you.

“I did it for you.” And then your world stopped. Amber softly stroked your cheek as she continued.

“Jason Carvey. It was only meant to be him. When I broke in the apartment, Gary was there playing with some random fucking Ghostface mask. He saw me, charged at me, and I ended up stabbing him. I started panicking, there was blood everywhere. I didn’t know what to do with his body. So, I cut him and stuffed his body in the fridge. They had a huge fucking collection of Stab shit inside the closet, I grabbed a Ghostface mask and costume and put it on. And then Jason came back after, I slit his throat. I left him in the living room floor. I threw away the mask and grabbed another, a clean one.”

She threw the Ghostface mask behind her, careless to wear it would land.

“Jason fucking Carvey. The bitch couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. He knew I was dating you, he knows that you belong to me, y/n. When I killed him and Gary, I felt… alive. The thrill that rushed through my veins… was so delicious.”

She yanked the knife out of the ground, the sound of the cracking floor rang in your ear. She softly whispered in your ear, her hot breath fanning the shell of your ear, “You’re mine, y/n. And I will do anything for you. I would kill a thousand men if they dare to take you from me.”

The knife in her hand trailed down your throat, your breath hitched as she cut another slit. Fresh drops of dark red blood pooled in the hollow of your neck, making you feel warn and lightheaded. Amber eyes flashed with lust and desire as she flattened her tongue against your neck, licking it up. The action alone made you moan, sending another gush of arousal down in between your legs.

Amber let go of both your wrists, leaving minors bruises that you know what be purple and blue in the morning. She slashed open your blue pajamas, the pieces of fabric being removed from your body. She let out a teasing moan as she saw the wet spot in your underwear.

“You’re such a fucking slut, y/n. You’re soaked and I haven’t even touching you, it’s like you’re practically begging for me to touch you.”

She crashed her lips into yours, her tongue swiping against your bottom lip as it begged for your permission. It made you groan and Amber seized her moment to insert her tongue. Her tongue danced along yours, her moans vibrated in your mouth, sending butterflies to your stomach.

After a while, she pulled away with a heavy breath, a string of saliva unraveling itself from where your lips were previously occupied. It made you whine from the loss of her warmth when she stood up, but she shushed you and got up on her knees. She took off the robe, revealing a white wife-beater and basketball shorts beneath it. That hard object you felt in her pants earlier was indeed not a gun, it was a strap-on.

And fuck, it was huge.

When she slipped out of her shorts, it sprang against her stomach. The cool, black plastic stood at a good 9 inches in length. The thought of taking such a huge object made your mouth water. She stood up, towering over you as you still lied on your back.

“On your knees.” She set the knife down on the bedside table.

You quickly sat up and got on your knees, feeling small and vulnerable in this positon. She stared down at you, the look she was given you made you whine and rub yout thighs together to relieve your aching clit. She stroked the length, agonizingly slow. She spit on the shaft, lubing it up with her warm saliva.

Fuck, you weren’t about to fuck a serial killer… Right?

But you couldn’t resist. Not when it’s Amber.

She held the tip in front of your mouth, coaxing for you to take it into your mouth. You gladly did, slowly sucking on the tip of the cold, hard plastic. Amber slowly rolled her hips in and out of your mouth, groaning at the sight of you being so needy for an inanimate object, it was like a game to her. She gathered your hair into a ponytail and started thrusting the strap-on in your mouth. The tip hit the back of your throat with every thrust, making you moan around the length

She pulled you off, a wet ‘pop’ escaped your lips from how hard you were sucking her off.

“Good girl,” she groaned as she helped you up and bent you over the bed, moving you to whatever position she pleased as you did nothing to stop her.

She loomed behind you, hands on your hips as she gently coaxed you to look at yourself in the mirror adjacent from the bed. “Such a pretty girl for me to use, huh? This pretty pussy is all mine…” She gently teased your clit with the tip of the strap-on, making you squirm and arch your back.

“Fuck, babygirl. You don’t know what you do to me.” She smirked before carefully sliding her strap inside your pussy. She slowly rolled her hips, it’s like she was toturing you with this agonizing pace she’s set.

“Fuck, Ambs… that all you got?” You looked over your shoulder with a smirk, hoping that’ll get you somewhere.

She looked dead into your eyes, hers turned dark in less than a second, like a light switch turned on. She started pistoning into you, the bed creaked with each thrust, you were afrid it was going to break.

In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.

Every thrust made you gasp for air, your toes curl and your eyes roll back.

She started playing with your clit, rolling it in between her pointer and thumb. It made you moan into the sheets, tears pricking out of the corners of your eyes. She pressed her hand into the middle of your shoulder blades as she positioned her strap to go deeper into you, the length pressing a small bulge into your stomach. “Please, please, please.” The words played in your head over and over again like a prayer.

She moved her hand from your back to grab you by the throat, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. Your back was pressed against her front as she whispered in your ear while making eye contact with you through the mirror.

“Fuck… you’re such a slut, y/n. My dirty little cockslut, begging for me to fuck you like the whore you are.” She emphasized the last few words with extra hard thrusts, making your eyes roll back in your head from the sensations. She attached her lips to your neck, sucking a hickey on your pulse point.

“Please, Ambs… ‘m gonna cum..” You whimpered out as she pounded into you.

“Cum for me, babygirl.” She rubbed your clit faster and moved her other hand from your throat up to your breast, rolling your nipple between her fingers.

You came on her fingers with a cry, your legs shaking and trembling as she gently coaxed you to lay down on your stomach. She gently rubbed circles on the small of your back as she placed tiny kisses on your shoulders. After you regained some strength, you flipped over on your back, crashing your lips with Amber’s. She gratefully accepted and eagerly kissed you back.

She pulled away with a smirk on her face, picking up the knife from the bedside table. She pressed the blade against your neck, gripping the handle hard enough for her knuckles to turn white.

“You wouldn’t tell anyone, right?”

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miracleonice87 · 1 year

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from uncle trav to killa dad

part of the kissing kelce universe

a/n: apparently she writes NFL fic now. no one is shocked. the first installment in the kissing kelce miniseries / universe! sharing the first 3,400ish words of the 8,100ish I already have written... "alright nah" 😈 hope y'all enjoy! (also, will make a masterlist for this universe specifically -- until then just use the "kissing kelce" tag)

warnings: swearing, sickness / vomiting, alcohol, mentions of menstrual cycles / unprotected sex / pregnancy / babies, allusions to not keeping a pregnancy / not being ready to have kids, basically don't read if pregnancy / having kids is triggering for you

word count: ~3,400+

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February 2023

It was only the end of its second month, but 2023 was already one of the best years of Travis’s life.

First off, this was the first calendar year he had ever begun as your husband, not your boyfriend or your fiancé, which still delighted him to no end, hence why he was constantly referring to you as “Mrs. Kelce,” both publicly and, his favorite, privately. Two weeks ago, he’d won his second Super Bowl after competing against his big brother and best friend, Jason – a literal childhood dream come true. And in one week’s time, he’d be hosting Saturday Night Live. Saturday. Night. Live. As in, “Live from New York, it’s Saturday Night.” As in 30 Rockefeller Plaza. As in who in the fuck was about to let him do that?!

Travis Kelce had the world on a string, you by his side, and he could not ask for more.

Except for you to shake the illness that had been plaguing you for the last several days.

You’d always been an expert napper, but usually for no more than an hour or so; this week you’d been going to bed early, sleeping late, and napping for two or three hours at a time, and Travis was highly concerned. He didn’t like seeing you stub your toe, let alone seeing you struggle with such low energy. He had a growing feeling this was more than just you catching up on your rest after a jam-packed week of team festivities and visitors.

This especially worried him knowing that the two of you needed to leave for New York City first thing tomorrow morning. For a normal event appearance, he’d be moving flights or changing dates, making any adjustments necessary to tend to you and make you as comfortable as possible, but he didn’t exactly have that flexibility with SNL, and he was beginning to panic a bit.

After a Zoom call with his agents and the SNL producers walking Travis through the schedule for his upcoming rehearsal week, he flipped his laptop shut and immediately hustled up the steps to the primary bedroom, where he assumed you must still be sleeping, as he hadn’t heard any movement upstairs during his call – not even that of the dogs, who usually found their way downstairs to him when they heard his voice as he was taking calls.

Your husband couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but something was off.

Travis made quick work of striding down the long hallway and sneaking into your bedroom, trying not to make the hardwood floor creak beneath his large frame as he sidled up to your side of the bed. Sure enough, he found both Rambo and Chauncey snuggled at your feet, popping their heads up when he entered the room, clearly on guard and ready to defend their sleeping mama should the need arise. He ruffled their fur upon his approach and made a mental note to reward them with treats for that later, then focused his attention back on you.

Usually, you rested serenely on your back or side, with a single pillow beneath your head; today, you obviously couldn’t get comfortable, because you were curled into the fetal position with an arm flung between two pillows messily folded under your head, another pillow shoved between your chest and your knees. Even in your sleep, your brows were drawn together in discomfort. He hated to wake you, but his intuition was nagging at him to ensure that you were okay. As he slowly lowered himself to the edge of the bed and traced your bottom lip tenderly with his thumb, you stirred, blinking bleary eyes.

“Hey, sweetness,” Travis whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “How’s my girl doin’?”

With his lips still resting against your skin, his hand cradling the back of your head, you groaned. You weren’t one to complain, but whatever this sickness was that you’d been dealing with was kicking your ass, and he knew it.

“Mm, I’ve been better,” you admitted, grasping his forearm with both hands to keep him close, ever comforted by his presence and touch. “It is flu season — must just be some bug going around.”

Travis hummed contemplatively, then broke away to peer down at you carefully.

“Maybe, but if you’re not feeling better by tomorrow, we’re gettin’ you to a doctor, even if it’s in New York,” he announced, gently palming your stomach which had been uncharacteristically sour all day. The warmth of his touch soothed your whole abdomen like a heating pad. “Capisce?”

“Yes, captain,” you muttered, hiding your face in his sizable bicep as he snickered. “I’m due for my period soon so that’s probably not helping either,” you added, a throwaway comment on any other day…

But not today.

Though you couldn’t see it, Travis’s eyes narrowed at that remark, flickering around the room wildly as his mind began to race.

Nah, he mused silently. Couldn’t be.

But it seemed you arrived at the same possibility on your own, because seconds later, you gasped, exclaimed “oh, my fucking god!” and sat up straight, leaning your arms against his thigh for strength as the room seemed to spin around you, the dogs hopping off the bed, annoyed at the interruption of their own naps.

“Travis, what’s today’s date?”

He bit the inside of his cheek. “It’s the 28th, baby,” he said evenly.

And with that, you flung the covers off and ran for the bathroom once again, dropping to your knees on the marble and leaning over the toilet just in time.

As Travis followed closely after you, he knew. He couldn’t believe that, in all of the Super Bowl hype and hysteria, he had missed it up until now. It was so obvious. Your monthly visitor always arrived on the 20th of the month – when you’d asked once how he remembered to bring home Diet Cokes and chocolate-covered pretzels, items you purposely didn’t keep in the house and only indulged in when you were PMSing, on the correct day, month in and month out, Travis often teased that you were so regular, he could set his watch to you.

He hadn’t purchased those items this month, though. Hadn’t even thought of it due to all of the post-win, postseason pandemonium.

And apparently, neither had you.

He hastily did the math. Today was February 28th, which meant that you were now eight days late. His pulse quickened at the realization, adrenaline coursing through his veins. The Chiefs had won the Super Bowl on February 12th, and unsurprisingly, the two of you had taken every single available opportunity since then to celebrate his big win behind closed doors – even if they were occasionally car or coat closet doors. And though the chances of getting you pregnant during that window were not exceedingly high, it was certainly far from impossible – plus, he thought immediately of the many times he had teased his brother Jason about his “super sperm,” having gotten his wife Kylie pregnant every other year since they’d been married. And it was a well-known fact that the two brothers shared many genetic characteristics, including their size and their athleticism.

Maybe this particular trait was no different.

Though you were busy actively being sick, you were doing the same calculations in your head.

Shit. Shit shit shit. You were always so careful, so meticulous, so diligent about timing your intimacy with Travis, taking extra precautions during those prime times and consistently warning him verbally when you were ovulating, as you never wanted him to feel like you were trying to “trap” him, even though you’d now been married for nearly a year. He gently poked fun at you and playfully rolled his eyes in those instances, assuring you that he, first of all, would never question your intentions regarding your relationship and, second, would be absolutely thrilled if and when that time came for the two of you.

But in other conversations, outside the bedroom and the heat of the moment, the two of you had mutually agreed that since you yourself weren’t 100% ready to start a family just yet, you would wait. You respected Travis endlessly for that, because anyone who knew him knew how desperately he longed to become a father. But if you didn’t want that right now, that was the end of the discussion – Travis was adamant that nothing was happening in that department until you made the call.

But these past couple of weeks… there had been so much emotion, so much energy, and so much alcohol involved that admittedly, neither of the two of you had given timing or protection a second thought. All that each of you wanted was the other, and nothing – not the calendar nor visiting parents nor the prospect of arriving late to the celebratory parade nor being in Travis’s Range Rover when the desire arose – was going to keep you apart physically. You’d thrown caution to the wind as you enjoyed being in your little fantasyland bubble together, and now, reality was sinking in.

As you finally finished coughing and sputtering, Travis broke from holding your hair into a makeshift ponytail in order to pour a small cup of mouthwash and offer it to you. You graciously accepted and swished it around generously before flushing it away. As you leaned back from the bowl, he gathered you into his arms with a quiet but firm “come ‘ere.” You both sat on the tile, backs against the glass wall of the shower beside you, and he rested his cheek atop your head, looping his long arms around your waist.

“Better?” Travis inquired simply.

You groaned, eyes falling closed as the now-familiar weariness enveloped you again.

“Yeah…” he answered himself with a sigh, sensing your utter exhaustion.

The two of you sat in wordless contemplation for what felt like an eternity.

Finally, you broke the deafening silence.

“Trav?” you croaked.

“Yeah?”

“I think I need to take a pregnancy test…”

He tipped his head backward against the glass, guilt wracking his every cell.

“I think so, too,” he echoed.

After a long debate on the bathroom floor about how to go about obtaining the home tests – with Travis arguing “you wouldn’t be in this situation if it wasn’t for me, so it should really be on me” against your “I’m way less likely to be recognized in the aisle of the drugstore” – you finally reached a compromise, which was to DoorDash a wide variety of tests straight to your door, avoiding the need for either of you to be seen out in public. Kansas City was a larger city with a small town feel, and most of the time, you loved that about your adopted hometown, but today, the prospect of being recognized sent your anxiety into overdrive. Photos of either of you purchasing pregnancy tests being splashed all over social media two weeks after the Super Bowl was truly the last thing you both needed, especially if it turned out to be all for nothing, a false alarm.

So, instead, you had waited the fifteen long minutes until the bag full of tests arrived at your doorstep, peering through the blinds until the driver was completely out of sight before opening the door and retrieving the delivery. You grabbed a Solo cup from the pantry and quickly climbed the steps back up to your bedroom, where you found Travis sitting in a lounge chair, hands folded together, elbows on knees, chin to chest – obviously deep in thought. He didn’t seem to hear you coming until you purposely rustled the plastic bag. As you held it up weakly, his eyes met yours, and he offered a soft smile which seemed forced.

Travis Kelce forcing a smile. A rarity.

“Secured the bag,” you said quietly, attempting to lighten the mood. “Literally.”

He nodded and slowly stood as you extended a hand, which he grasped in his as you headed into the bathroom together. When you reached the counter, you climbed atop it and shook out the contents of the bag, revealing half a dozen boxes of all shapes, sizes, types, and colors; contained in them were sixteen tests in total. You gazed down at them with pursed lips for a few quiet moments, then Travis cleared his throat, causing you to look up at him.

“Honey, before we do this, I just need to…” he swallowed thickly as his hands found the tops of your thighs, and you could tell that whatever he was about to say was weighing painfully heavy on him. You weren’t used to seeing him so serious, and you reached out a hand to rub his shoulder in support. “Listen… you know I’ve always been excited about the prospect of… well, not just having a baby, but having a baby with you, but… it’s really important to me that you know that we do not have to do this. Not now, not ever. Not if you don’t want to.”

The sincerity in his icy blue eyes was enough to make your heart skip a beat, and you hummed appreciatively, cupping his stubbly cheek in your hand.

“Thank you,” you whispered as he turned your wrist to press a featherlight kiss to the inside of it. “And I can’t tell you how much I love you for that. But… one thing at a time, okay? Let me go take care of this, and we’ll go from there.”

Travis nodded, concern etched on his brow. It wasn’t an expression he commonly wore, and it certainly didn’t suit him.

“Yeah… yeah, alright,” he said, sniffing. “You, um, you want me to stay in here with you, or…”

You shook your head, a small smile at play on your lips.

“No, I’ve been peeing on my own since I was about two, so I’ll do that part myself and report back, captain,” you teased, and Travis offered a shy smirk. You rested your forehead against his. “Okay?”

He nodded, head still pressed to yours.

“Okay,” he said, caressing your jaw before standing up straight to allow you to shimmy down from the counter. He took a few steps toward the door leading into the bedroom, then turned back.

“Hey, one more thing?” he said solemnly. You stared at him expectantly. “No matter what the test says… doesn’t change how bad I fuckin’ love you.”

You stood floored, forcing back tears. “I fuckin’ love you so bad,” you softly concurred.

Then, your normal playful Travis was back at least for a moment as he winked at you, clucked his tongue, and pulled the door closed as he encouraged, “Do your thing, girl.”

You rolled your eyes, then “did your thing” as instructed. You returned to the counter with the plastic cup sufficiently full and opened different tests from four of the boxes that looked the most promising, meticulously following the instructions for each. You turned them all so that the windows were face-down on the counter, washed your hands, then took a deep, shaky breath before opening the door with trembling fingers to find a pacing Travis burning a hole through your bedroom floor. You said his name softly, then tilted your head in the direction of the tests, inviting him back into the bathroom with you while you waited. He met you at the edge of the tub, where he wordlessly pulled you into himself and held you there. You closed your eyes and breathed him in, more grateful than ever that you’d chosen this man as your life partner, and that he had chosen you.

“How long we lookin’ at, sweetness?” Travis asked, resting his chin atop your head, gently swaying the two of you back and forth.

“Longest one takes three minutes,” you answered. “Figured we’d just wait until then and check them all at once.”

You felt him nod and check his Apple watch. He grew quiet again for a few moments, then he heaved a sigh.

“I’m sorry for putting you – us – in this position, baby,” he apologized, immediately breaking your heart. “I should’ve been more responsible and mindful in the moment. I just got caught up in you and I… I just, I’m sorry.”

You stood up straight, holding him at arm’s length, your brow creased ruefully as you realized how badly he was beating himself up over this.

“Trav, honey, don’t,” you pleaded. “You did nothing wrong,” you assured, reaching your hand up to rest against his neck. “We both got us into this situation, and to be honest, I wouldn’t change how we got here. We could have been more careful, yeah, but… all I was focused on was being as close to you as possible. I mean, these past couple of weeks with you have been some of the best of my life. I feel closer to you than ever.”

He studied you diligently, rubbing his hands up and down your sides.

“Yeah?”

You nodded, sliding your hand to the nape of his neck and bringing his lips to your level to kiss him softly.

“Yeah,” you whispered in reply.

He drew in a deep breath and squeezed your waist.

“‘Bout ready to check?” he asked timidly.

You nodded, arms falling back to your sides.

“Do it together?” you requested hopefully.

He nodded, too.

“Just like we do everything else,” he replied with conviction, taking your hand in his and pressing a firm kiss to your knuckles. “Let’s go.”

Hand in hand, you approached the counter, four eyes boring into the upside-down test sticks.

“You take two, I take two?” he suggested. You nodded, biting your lip and grasping the two sticks closest to you as he did the same.

“Ready? One…”

“Two…”

“Three…”

Both of you flipped the cheap plastic tests at once, gaping silently down at the counter.

For the past hour since you’d realized you’d missed a period, anxiety, nerves, and even dread had been coursing through your body at the speed of light.

But as soon as you saw those test results, inexplicably, the fear, the worry, the anxiety, the anticipation… it all melted away. The little blue plus sign and the pink double lines and the blinking “YES +” and the word “Pregnant” all laid out in front of you unmistakably brought an unexpected swell of peace and joy to your soul.

Travis’s hand flew to his mouth as he processed the results himself, and his fingers didn’t leave his lips as his eyes stayed fixed on you in quiet anticipation, refusing to react in the way that came naturally to him until he allowed you to react in your own authentic way.

So, when you looked up at him with your chin quivering, eyes rimmed red, tears threatening to spill over at any moment, his heart flipped inside his chest, then sank into his stomach…

But then you smiled.

“Looks like we’re having a Super Bowl baby,” you told him decidedly, starting to giggle.

His brows shot to the top of his forehead, his hand slowly falling away from his mouth.

“Really? You want to?” he asked softly, and you could tell by his tone that he was still focusing all his energy on suppressing his pure, unadulterated excitement. You nodded. “You’re sure this is what you want?” he confirmed, cocking his head as he surveyed you closely. You nodded again and stepped closer so that your feet were planted between his, leaning your body into him.

“I’m sure, Trav,” you promised as he tenderly combed some of your hair behind your ear. “I honestly wasn’t sure until we flipped the tests over, but… I’m sure. I’m ready for this with you, Travis. It feels right. Let’s have a baby.”

At that, he allowed the floodgates to open. His broad shoulders began to wrack with quiet sobs as his arms folded you against his chest. You cried along with him, sharing in his relief, his elation, his bliss.

“I love you so much,” he choked out between shuddering breaths. “Fuck, I love you so much. You’re everything to me. You always have been, but this… this is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Thank you.”

You smiled into his pecs, sniffling. “I love you, too,” you replied, pulling away just far enough so that you could meet his eyes. He wiped away your tears with the pads of his thumbs as you continued. “Thank you for the way you handled this. There’s nobody I’d rather do this with than you.”

Travis beamed and leaned in for a kiss, certain that he’d never received a more meaningful compliment, and certain that he had never been more in love with you.

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writingbyshiloh · 1 year

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Cautious Yet Optimistic and Graceful Part 3 (20/7 new ending)

PART 3 (edited with new ending)!!!! (part 1 and part 2)

CW: FEM!Reader, Morally gray Reader, JW universe, Beer, gambling, food, Killa appearance, kissing, soft(er) Vincent, mutual pinning, no beta, Possibly OOC Vincent, we never see him flirt in the film unless you count the stuff w Mr. Nobody, Suggestive content, confessions of feelings

Summary: The Marquis du Gramont invites you over for a thank-you dinner. You try to stay sane.

AN: Link to the poem here!!!! TBH I like the second translation of the poem more but that's just me. (the poem has 1 physical descriptor but I just ignored that). Added more to the ending which I think sums it up better! TY to those that chimed in on how to add the ending

You wouldn’t know what to expect when he handed you the letter, let alone the fact that you almost kissed him but ended up with a burn.

Holding your hand under running water you examine the letter more. The gold wax seal bears his coat of arms but the envelope is made of thick white paper, meaning you can’t see any words through the envelope. It’s flattering that he wrote your full name.

It’s a dinner invitation. He wants (maybe not anymore) to have you over to his home as a thank-you for your help the other night. You immediately RSVP yes to the number he included as if he's going to yank the offer out from under you. Knowing him, he might.

You don’t get to spend much time obsessing over the dinner, normal work challenges and fires that you have to put out, memorizing new names and faces to the scene, shipping some markers back to New York.

It's a relief when Killa calls you to tell you he's going to be in Paris for a few days. You spent a few years working under Killa, you feel that's where you gained some of your reputation.

Killa suggested the bar. It's a nice change of pace, to be in a bar where people can kill each other. It's a big fear of yours, that someone ignores the rules and decides to kill while on your property. Here, people almost expect it. The bar is dark and smokey, but drinks are relatively cheap. Plus your reputation exceeds you, meaning no one is trying to chat you up.

You rest your chin on your hand, and elbow on the sticky table. You see Killa at the bar, getting two more beers.

You jump at the warm hand on your shoulder, your body jerking around before stopping at the soft voice behind you.

“Mademoiselle.”

“Marquis de Gramont,” you reply. You haven’t seen him since the almost kiss, and you still had a few days before going to his mansion. You had started to mentally prepare for the dinner, but this caught you off guard. “This doesn’t seem like your usual company.”

He cranes his head to observe the crowd scattered out at tables and the bar. You follow his gaze and see a few of his guards behind you. You twist back to your original sitting position and find him looking at you.

“I’m excited about the dinner. Did you want me to bring anything?”

His eye catches Killa's frame, dressed in a purple suit at the bar, getting the new round of drinks.

“You're here with Killa.” He deduces. He's more observant than you always think.

“Yeah. He’s like a mentor to me.” You say affectionately.

“He was the one to suggest you for the manager job.” You can’t help but stare at Vincent, surprise on your face. “I know you think I did, but I thought you were ill-suited.”

You can't describe your emotions. Crushed that your crush said he didn't want you for the job you're in? Glad that Killa thinks so highly of you? You decide to tease him to cover up your wounded ego.

Nudging your shoe against his you ask “Is that why you invited me over? To tell me how bad I am at my job?”

“Cleary, I don’t hold the same position. Paris would not be the same without you.”

Your brain freezes for the third time. The gentle tone tells you that he probably means it to be affectionate.

You both turn to the table as Killa sets down two steins on the table, saving you from replying. You pull your close to your seat while Killa and the Marquis shake hands. You briefly wonder how much the gold on their fingers is worth when combined.

It makes sense that they know each other, both are the High Table representatives for their country, but you never put it together.

“Sit, please. Enjoy a game with us, ja?” Killa asks, reaching into a suit pocket for cards.

You balk at his suggestion. “No poker. It took me ages to work off my debt from the last game.”

You can see Killa's four gold teeth as he grins at the Marquis.

“Please excuse me. I have business to attend to. Killa, Mademoiselle.” Vincent says. You watch him disappear into the crowd.

On the day of the dinner, you get ready early, probably a bit too early but you need to make sure there is not a hair out of place. Even if he thinks you rejected him during the cigarette you shared, you don't see him having any interest if you reject him twice.

You need to make sure that you are ready for anything. Your most preferred situation would be ending up in his bed, finally having something positive come from the crush you’ve been nursing. If things went badly, you can always try to avoid him. The city was large, plus you could always let Camille deal with him.

Even though he told you not to bring anything you still got him something. Obsessive googling of what to give as a host gift to a rich person, as well as just asking some people you chat with in your hotel gave you an idea.

You got him lilies, seven of them to be exact. Some websites advised against gifts that make the host work to put them away but someone who had a friend who worked for him assured you that he has a dozen household staff who would take care of that.

His hand is warm between your shoulder blades as he guides you into his dining room. You try not to stare at the emperor-style around you. Everything is large, gold, and expensive.

The table is set for two, with shiny silverware marking your seats. You’re on edge, trying to figure out if this is a date under the cover of a thank-you dinner, or just that. A dinner thanking you for doing your job.

He pulls out your chair for you and waits for you to sit before going over to his

“How are you?” he asks while waiting for the food to be served. The table is long, but you sit on opposite sides of the length so you can speak easily to each other.

You shrug, before remembering your manners.

“I’m fine, I'm just struggling to find,” you pause, moving your hand around as if you could grab the words from the air,” some aesthetic to sum up Paris for the hotel.”

“City of lights, city of love, art, culture, food…” The examples roll off his tongue, clearly showing off what he knows about his home.

“That's why they filmed The Bad Touch video here.” you reply without thinking.

You can tell you have his interest even if he won't say it. You pray he thinks it's funny and that you’re not an idiot.

“The video has shots of the Eiffel Tower and Champ de Mars in the background.” you elaborate as if that would make your point smarter.

The corner of his mouth twitches in amusement as he makes a small sound of amusement.

“I have a book that will help you. Remind me after our dinner. How is your hotel?” He takes a sip of his wine.

“Amazing, as usual. We have a mafia man staying for the week, he booked two rooms. One for him and his wife, the other for his mistress! On different floors, of course.”

This made him laugh, finally allowing for a comfortable conversation to start to flow.

His library is gorgeous. As with him and everything in his home, it's grand and highly decorated in hues of gold. Books are arranged neatly on shelves around the room, and a few scattered chairs and tables for reading or taking notes. It looks like it's hardly used, or just kept in very pristine condition.

His excitement was obvious in the way he held himself, his hands not inside his pockets, but instead held tightly by his arms. He scans his bookshelves on a mission, ready to find you a specific book. You take in the titles at a more leisurely pace, looking for something you may have read.

The Marquis makes a noise of excitement, long legs carrying him over to where you are still looking at fiction.

“Les Fleurs du Mal. I think you will find it helpful,” he says, placing a thick hardcover in your outstretched hand.

You run a finger of your free hand over the cover, the title and the image of a flower embossed in gold on the hardcover.

“It’s a bilingual version. You can keep it.”

Now he's giving you gifts, you think. If he does see you as a friend it must be a good one

“This is,” you pause to search for a word. A pity gift? Flirting? “Very kind” you finish.

He hums and steps closer until his chest rests against your back while he gently takes the book out of your hands, leafing through the poems until he sees the one he wants.

You feel like you're going to combust. All you can smell is his cologne and feel him. You pray he didn't notice how your breath hitched as his arm brushed yours to get the book.

Vincent holds the page open in front of you. It's lowered to your height, but he can still see over your shoulder. You can't help but stare as his nimble fingers flick through the pages.

“The introduction explains the industrialization of Paris. The rest are poems. Some were banned for immorality when first published.” His voice is quiet, not needing to be loud given how close his lips are to your ear.

You glance down, thankful to have something to focus on other than how close he is to you and how badly you want him. One page has the original French version, Ciel Brouillé and its sister page has an English translation, Cloudy Sky. It's just four stanzas. You can get through this without making a fool of yourself. It's a short poem about a gray day.

Until it's not. He reads the French version slowly as if he wants to savor the words. The English translation is making your face hot, as the poem describes a seductive but harsh woman, and what it would be like to be intimate with her.

The poem finished, he looks at your side profile, trying to judge your reaction.

“What do you think?” he asks, voice softer since he is right at your ear.

All you can think about is your crush. You twist in his hold, now standing face to face. His arms cage you in, and Les Fleurs du Mal now digs into your back. He's looking at you while waiting for your answer.

“It's a poem.” you manage.

“Yes.”

Amusement is written over his face, you could only dream of being that composed. You bring your arms to hold onto his biceps. You fucked your chance to kiss him before you’re not doing to do it again.

You make a show of eyes flicking down to his lips and back up to meet his eyes in a silent notice of what you want. You feel his arms move under your hands then feel relief at the book no longer digging into your back. One of his hands moves to your face, giving you flashbacks about the last time you two were in a similar position.

With nothing around to burn you, it's the right time to make the final move. You quickly press your lips to his, probably a bit more forceful than you intended.

He pulls back slightly, using his hand to maneuver your face for a better angle.

“Finally.” he breathes into your mouth.

You don’t know why he called you graceful over dinner all those months ago. Now you’re all excitement mixing with nerves and incredibly turned on.

Vincent is more smooth, walking backwards with his hands pulling you by your hips. He's telling you how pretty you look, and how much he likes your perfume while settling into the plush couch. He pulls you down so your legs are bracketing his. Each complement makes your face burn hot.

Resting all your weight on your knees you hesitate to fully sit in this lap. As badly as you want this, you don’t think that you could put your heart back together if this was a one-time thing.

“Vincent, I uh” you elect to use his first name not his title. “I can’t do this if it's a one-time thing.”

He brings a hand to your face, moving your chin so you’re looking into his eyes.

“Cherie, do you know how often I visited the Continental before your management?”

You frown slightly, unsure where he is going to go with this.

“Never. I can do everything the hotel offers myself.”

His hand moves to your lower back as he sits upright to take off his suit jacket. You help as he switches hands, always have one of your lower back. You gingerly lay it over the back of the couch before resting your hands on his shoulders, having fully settled onto him.

“Do you know how often I go to that fucking disgusting bar before you started going?”

“Never?” you venture.

“Once,” he admits. “But when I was younger.”

You want to pry on what he means by that but it's not the time.

“You’re smart. Why would I do all of this?”

You want to have a good answer, to not seem like you’re full of yourself. From what you heard about him, he would appreciate your directness more.

“For me?”

“Oui.”

It's a massive boost to your ego. The most powerful man in Paris, probably all of France, says that he goes to a bar he hates just to see you.

“What about you? Did you wear this for me, mon amour?” he asks, hand moving over your thigh.

Your emotions are running high. Between his confession and actions, you’re more confident than normal.

“You should see what's underneath.”

His eyes snap to your face, delighted in your boldness.

The Marquis hooks a finger in your shirt, pulling the collar away from your body. He peers down the front of your shirt before looking back at your face.

“Pretty.”

You make a mental note to reclassify how you thought he would act in a romantic context. Still a bit annoying but charming too.

#marquis de gramont x reader #marquis vincent de gramont x reader #the marquis de gramont x reader #whhoooo okay new ending #I think its better anyway it starts right after R kisses him

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“so high school” being in the set for only 30 seconds convinces me that she is probably the cheesiest sappiest girl alive (putting the song in for mr. killa in any way possible)

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Official John Wick Major Arcana tarot cards featuring Chapter 4 characters

Art by Julien Rico Jr, in collaboration with Lionsgate.

Sources: nerdsloveart, behance

Image descriptions below the cut:

[Start ID: 22 images featuring characters and locations from the movie "John Wick: Chapter 4" as Major Arcana tarot cards. The drawings are in black and white against a sandy beige background, and has plenty of circle motives. Roman numerals are at the top, their corresponding card title at the bottom, and the movie title "John Wick: Chapter 4" on the bottom left margin.

0: The number zero, or unnumbered, tarot card features Killa Harkan played by Scott Adkins as "The Fool". Killa is holding a 2 of spades between two fingers while giving a smug smile that shows off his set of golden teeth. He wears a ring on his right hand and the other hand is holding a stack of cards. Behind Killa is a minimalistic design resembling a casino token with details such as the diamond and clover symbols, as well as the numbers on the dice. In front of Killa is a table with two piling stacks of casino tokens, a gun, and the shadow of John Wick's head looming over a large portion of the table.

1: The number one tarot card features The Tracker or Mr. Nobody played by Shamier Anderson as "The Magician". Mr. Nobody has a smug expression on his face and is holding his rifle in a way that lets it rest slung over his shoulder. By his side is Mr. Nobody's Belgian Malinois. The backdrop consists of simplistic, grayish graphics of map vectors cropped into several circles of different sizes. There is a white-coloured infinity symbol on top of Mr. Nobody's head.

2: The number two tarot card features Rooney, aka The Ballerina, who first appeared in "John Wick: Chapter 3 - Parabellum", as "The High Priestess". Rooney's back is facing towards us as she's performing a ballet move on a circular stage. Rooney is wearing a white crown and a dress that shows the cross tattoo on her back. In the backdrop, where Rooney's face is looking towards, are curtains with the initials "JW" written on the far ends of the frame.

3: The number three tarot card features Katia played by Natalia Tena as "The Empress". With a cool expression on her face, Katia is leaning forward against a set of railings, giving off a domineering aura. Katia is wearing a metallic necklace and a cross on her neck. Behind Katia is the crest of the Ruska Roma and a line in Russian circling around it.

4: The number four tarot card features The Bowery King played by Laurence Fishburne as "The Emperor". The Bowery King is sitting on a throne, but behind him is a pair of eyes staring menacingly at us. In front of him is a logo design with the same pair of eyes, though rendered smaller and appear less menacing, with an X crossed in between and a horizontal line capping the top of the X. At the Bowery King's feet, a few pigeons are shown in the foreground while the Brooklyn Bridge appear in the background.

5: The number five tarot card features The Elder as "The Hierophant". Behind the Elder is an Islamic floral design which extends into a more geometrical pattern. Standing in the background are two of the Elder's men.

6: The number six tarot card features John and Helen Wick, played by Keanu Reeves and Bridget Moynahan, as "The Lovers". John and Helen are smiling brightly towards each other in front of a New York night cityscape backdrop, with the Empire States building separating them at the centre. Above John and Helen is a silhouette of them pressed against each other about to kiss in front of a bright sun with the Brooklyn bridge in the background.

7: The number seven tarot card features John Wick driving his 1971 Plymouth Barracuda as "The Chariot". There is a bullet mark on the front glass pane of John Wick's car. On top is a closeup of John Wick surrounded by a circle of road markings and bullet marks.

8: The number eight tarot card features Charon played by Lance Reddick as "Strength". On top of Charon's head is the infinity symbol, and behind is a design reminiscent of a timepiece neatly decorated with knives, guns and bullets in a circle. Further behind is a faded image of the reverse side of the Gold Coin. Filling the bottom of the frame is the New York cityscape backdrop illuminated by the sun.

9: The number nine tarot card features Caine played by Donnie Yen as "The Hermit". Caine wears sunglasses and is holding a cane in his left hand and a pistol in his right. Caine's head is illuminated by a circle of bright light, which is surrounded by a dimmer, slightly bigger circle with Japanese wave patterns and then large protruding rays of black. In the backdrop are two winding trees along with a city landscape of Osaka, but they are overshadowed by Caine's black rays.

10: The number ten tarot card features L’Arc de Triomphe as "The Wheel of Fortune". The location is illustrated in such a way that looks like a clock, with the monument at the centre and twelve roads leading towards it. Surrounding the Arc de Triomphe are the letters from John Wick's name arranged in the exact order of north-west, north-east, south-west, south-east, west, north, east and south directions.

11: The number eleven tarot card features The Harbinger played by Clancy Brown as "Justice". The whole illustration is framed as if the Harbinger is contained inside an hourglass, with a half-body portrait of the Harbinger at the top and a full-body silhouette of him forming at the bottom from the sand flowing downwards. Behind the Harbinger's portrait is the Latin quote, "si vis pacem, para bellum", whereas next to the Harbinger's silhouette is a crescent moon. Along the sides of the hourglass outside are two duel pistols facing opposite directions on each side.

12: The number twelve tarot card features Koji Shimazu played by Hiroyuki Sanada as "The Hanged Man". Except for his feet, Koji is portrayed as an vertically-inverted reflection of himself on a pool of water. Koji is holding a katana and his head is surrounded by a circle of dim light and a brighter, slightly larger circle made of Japanese wave patterns. As seen in the reflection, behind him are cherry blossom trees and the Osaka city landscape.

13: The number thirteen tarot card features John Wick, aka the Baba Yaga, played by Keanu Reeves as "Death". John Wick is holding a pair of nunchucks in his right hand. Behind John Wick is a city landscape of Osaka lighted by the moon while his head is surrounded by a row of skull pictograms and two rows of bullets. There is also an faded image of the reverse side of the Gold Coin behind John Wick.

14: The number fourteen tarot card features Winston played by Ian McShane as "Temperance". Winston is holding up a wine glass with a capital C labelled on it, and there are multiple swords projecting from his back like wings. Behind Winston is the hotel name "Continental" and numerous halos of various fonts and patterns, along with the cityscape of New York, with the Statue of Liberty and the Empire States building in sight.

15: The number fifteen tarot card features The Marquis, Vincent Bisset de Gramont, played by Bill Skarsgård as "The Devil". Behind the Marquis is his signature emblem with two black knives crossed behind his head. The emblem is surrounded by two rows of knives. In the background is the night cityscape of Paris with the Eiffel Tower in view, illuminated by a moon that is surrounded by a snake or serpent that's chasing its own tail.

16: The number sixteen tarot card features the New York Continental Hotel as "The Tower". The top floors of the Continental Hotel are being set on fire as the small dark silhouette of John Wick and the debris carried along fall from its rooftop.

17: The number seventeen tarot card features Akira played by Rina Sawayama as "The Star". Illuminating behind Akira is a star resembling a six-pointed shuriken with two Japanese stork paintings on its left and right, which is further surrounded by a circle of alternating arrow fletchings and four-pointed shuriken. Akira is holding a bow and arrow and standing tall as the bodies of two men lie dead around her. In the background are the branches of cherry blossom trees and the sun or moon shining behind Akira.

18: The number eighteen tarot card features John Wick's and Mr. Nobody's dogs as "The Moon". The two dogs are staring up at the crescent moon, which is shaped as if John Wick's head is covering portions of the full moon. Surrounding the crescent moon are small stars and a illustration of the cycle of the moon phases. The two dogs are sitting on a road leading into an ambiguous city landscape in the background.

19: The number nineteen tarot card features the Sacré-Coeur as "The Sun". The rays of the sun spread out far and wide as wisps of clouds drifts behind the giant church. A dark silhouette of John Wick can be seen on the top open window of the Sacré-Coeur.

20: The number twenty tarot card features Chidi played by Marko Zaror as "Judgement". Behind Chidi is the emblem of the Marquis with a black knife cutting across behind his head. Below Chidi are the High Table's heavily armoured soldiers who are backdropped by a big splatter of sandy beige.

21: The number twenty-one tarot card features John Wick as "The World". John Wick's back is facing towards us with his head glancing back, showing us his face. Overlayed on top of him is his surname "Wick" with the "I" replaced by a bright silhouette of a walking John Wick. A circle of bullets surrounds John Wick and bullet marks scatter around him as the emblems of the High Table, the Marquis, the Adjudicator, and the Gold Coin fill all four corners of the frame.

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MEET THE ROSTER MASTER LIST (A continuously updated post)

The meet the roster site can be found here.

HUGE THANKS TO @puckingproblems FOR HELPING WITH THIS 🫶

I’ll continue to update as people are added, but I’ll also create a post for each explaining why I believe who is who and also to potentially debunk all things posted.

Tiger King - Joe Burrow

Little ‘Roni - Rory McIlroy

Ice Devil - Jack Hughes

Wounded Bird - Caitlyn Clark

Mediocre Duck - Trevor Zegras

Dr. Dutch - Max Verstrappen

DD Dunks - Donte DiVincenzo

Killa Klown - Travis Kelce

Big Bird - Jason Kelce

Sky- Lashes - Angel Reese

Blonde Baller - Cameron Brink

Fresh Fruit - Ricky Pearsall

Pretty Boy - Jalen Hurts

Tin Hat - Aaron Rodgers

Zeus - Justin Herbert

Little bear - Nick Bosa

Big Bear - Joey Bosa

Oxen Free - Ollie Bearman

Mississauga Menace - Vince Dunn

2Pm - Patrick Mahomes

Sad sibling - Quinn Hughes

Home town - cole sillinger

The ace - Kelsey Plum

Sharknado - Mikey Essyimont

Allons-Y - Esteban Ocan

MoanA Lisa - Andrei Svechnikov

The prodigy- Lily He

Bon Bon - Alex Albon

Curly & Confused - Luke Hughes

Puck Baby - Connor Bedard

2 Pretty 2 Play - Mat Barzal

Open Wide - Tee Higgins

Peppa pigskin - Josh Allen

Pasta pro - Tommy Devito

Certified Loverboy -Jordan Love

Eyebrows - Jamie Drysdale

New Kid - Matt Rempe

Play that funky music - Lauri Markkanen

Chubby Cheeks - Kirill Kaprizov

Mr. World Wide Web - Braxton Berrios

Mouthpiece - Matthew Tkachuk

Cupcake - Brooks Koepka

Big Purr - Mac Jones OR Caleb Williams (?)

Four leafed forward - Jayson Tatum

The Viking - William Nylander

UPS - UPL

Goldfish - Noah Hanafin

Greasy K - George kittle

Simba - Spencer Knight

Minnesota airlines - Justin Jefferson

Goldie locks - Trevor Lawrence

Old Head - Sidney Crosby

Oscillate - Jeremy Swayman

Magic Mule - Luka Dončić

Miss USA - Simone Biles

Pirate Skeeze - Paul Skenes

Flying Tigress - Livvy Dunne

Skipper - Dylan Crews

Buddy - Cam York

Paul Bunyan - Connor McDavid

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The Ultimate Emo/Scene Name List - WARNING: Long post, and make sure you read the trigger warnings!

Having trouble coming up with a name for yourself? Do you planning on using a part of your real name but can’t find a word to go with it? Well, worry no more!

Today, I’m here to provide as comprehensive a list as possible! I’ve scoured the internet, and some sources have some problematic suggestions. So, my goal is to break down possible names into easy to understand categories. Obviously, this will be a VERY long list, so keep that in mind. There is also a section purely made up of words used in the past that are to be used/reclaimed at one's own risk/discretion due to the words being used to oppress or belittle various minority groups. I will also be sharing my sources at the bottom for stuff I used from online, alongside any trigger warnings that may be needed. Without further ado, let’s go! Also feel free to reblog with suggestions to add!

TRIGGER WARNING: Some of the suggestions include elements of horror, violence, weaponry, gore etc.

Animals

Rex (as in T-Rex)

Stegosaurus

Wolf/Wolfe

Kitty

Bunny

Lynx

Hawk

Eagle

Moth

Spider

Raven (also applicable to pop culture - see Raven from Teen Titans and Raven Queen from Ever After High)

Claw/Clawed

Fang

Animal

Beast/Beastly

Carnivore/Carnivorous

Jurassic (as in the Jurassic Period, also applicable to pop culture (see Jurassic Park))

Snake

Chameleon

Jungle

Hyena

Cheetah

Fossil

Sabertooth

Skink

Deer

Vole

Weasel

Ferret

Moose

Ermine

Shrew

Mouse

Rat

Corvid

Magpie

Pigeon

Bee

Wasp

Butterfly

Tarantula

Velociraptor

Serpent

Viper

Cat

Rattlesnake

Cobra

Bat

Monsters

Vampire

Werewolf

Zombie

Monster/Monsta/Monstar

Ghoul

Demon

Angel/Angelic

Reaper (also applicable to foods (Reaper Pepper))

Ghost

Fallen (as in Fallen Angel)

Curse/Cursed (in reference to witchcraft)

Hex (in reference to witchcraft)

Boo (common saying associated with Halloween and cartoony ghosts)

Bone (in reference to skeletons)

Sacrificed/Sacrificial (in reference to religious rites)

Dead/Deadly/Death/Deathless

Immortal

Alien

Extraterrestrial

Anomaly/Anomalous (also applicable to pop culture, in reference to the SCP Foundation)

Damned

Eerie

Creepy

Exorcism/Exorcist

Ghastly

Imp

Succubus/Succubi

Incubus/Incubi

Undead

Abominable

Devil

Supernatural (also applicable to pop culture, reference to Supernatural TV show)

Paranormal

Sacred/Sacrament

Specter/Spectre

Banshee

Poltergeist

Siren (also applicable to music, see Sleeping with Sirens)

Dragon

Dragon Slayer

Kraken

Archangel

Starship

Halloween

Dragon Slayer

Angelface

Mermaid

Pop Culture

Jigsaw (as in Jigsaw from the Saw franchise)

Ghostface (from the Scream franchise)

Krueger (as in Freddy Krueger from Nightmare on Elm Street)

Myers (as in Michael Myers from the Halloween franchise)

Voorhees (as in Jason Voorhees from the Friday the 13th franchise)

Chucky (as in Chucky from Child’s Play)

Lala (nickname for Draculaura from Monster High)

Hyde (as in Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde)

Lestrange (as in character who shall not be named from franchise by TERF author that shall not be named)

Lockhart (another character from the franchise mentioned above)

Coraline (as in Coraline by Neil Gaiman)

Jinx/Jynx (League of Legends character)

Blitz (Helluva Boss character)

Loona (K-Pop group, Helluva Boss character)

Shadow (as in Shadow the Hedgehog)

Killer/Killa/Kyller (as in Jeff the Killer)

Grim/Grimm (as in Grim Reaper and the Brothers Grimm)

Eldritch (as in Eldritch Horror)

Eevee (from Pokemon; you can use any Pokemon you like)

Hellraiser (as in the film by Clive Barker)

Jabber (as in Jabberwocky from Alice in Wonderland)

Wonderland (as in Alice in Wonderland)

Jedi (from Star Wars)

Necronomicon (Evil Dead franchise)

Avenger (in reference to MARVEL's The Avengers)

Scourge (see Warrior Cats and Sonic Comics character)

Zelda (from Legend of Zelda)

Skellington (as in Jack Skellington from Nightmare Before Christmas)

Phantomhive (as in Ciel Phantomhive from Black Butler)

HelloKitty (Sanrio character)

Akira (anime film of the same name)

Memetic (term used by the SCP Foundation)

Blackheart (as in the Ghost Rider villain)

Colours/Shades

Crimson (Red)

Black

Neon

Rouge (also applicable to pop culture)

Ruby

Violet

Indigo

Cyan

Blue

Rainbow/Rainbows

Porcelain

Green/Greene

Weapons/Violence/Semi-NSFW

Blade

Razor

Knucklebuster

Uppercut

Scar (also applicable to pop culture, Lion King character,)

Eyeball (body part)

Torture/Tortured/Torturous

Torment/Tormented

Fatal/Fatality (also applicable to pop culture, Mortal Kombat)

Brutal/Br00tal/Brutality/Brutally

Berserk/Berserker (also applicable to pop culture, see the anime 'Berserker')

Chainsaw

Hacksaw

Bear Trap

Grenade

Bomb/Pipebomb/Timebomb

Dynamite

Acid/Acidic

Heroin

Marijuana/Mary-Jane

Cannabis

Alcohol/Alcoholic

Booze

Vodka

Brandy

Whiskey

Blood/Bloody/Bloodied

Flesh

Gore/Guro

Raw

Casualty

Crackhead

DrugAddict

Erotic/Ero/Erotica

Explosive

Execute/Execution/Executor

Beheaded

Decapitation/Decapitated

Flailing

Gutting

Handgun

Hangman

Homicide

Hostage

Hurt (also applicable to emotions)

Pain/Pained/Painful (also applicable to emotions)

Jackknife

Laceration/Lacerations

Attack

Murder/Murderous/Murderotic

Massacre

Assassin/Assassination

Regicide

Cannibal/Cannibalism

Cyanide

Pothead

Suffocate/Suffocation

Steroid

Puncture

Violence/Violent

Wound/Wounded

Bruise/Bruised

Serrated

Gruesome

Autopsy

Asphyxia/Asphyxiation

Curbstomp

Assault

Battery (also applicable to technology)

Annihilation

Addict/Addicted/Addiction/Addictive

Arson/Arsonist

Ambush

Crucifixion/Crusifixion

Tequila

Beatdown

Throwdown

Arsenic

Collision

Manslaughter

Bite/Bites

Plants

Belladonna

Nightshade

Wolfsbane

Rose

Lily

Sakura

Toadstool

Thorn (also applicable to pop culture, see Thorn of the Hex Girls from Scooby Doo)

Hazel

Foods

Cupcake/Kupcake/Cuppycake/Kuppycake

Strawberry

Lollipop

Candy

Cocoa/Kokoa (alternatively; Coco/Koko)

Chilli

Cheyenne (as in Cheyenne Pepper)

Pumpkin

Jawbreaker

Jerky

Juicebox

Caffeine/Caffeinated

Treat

Macha

Skittles/Skittlez

Ambrosia (also applicable to mythology (food of the Greek gods))

Smoothiecake

Smoothie

Teacup

Slushie

Coffee

Sugar/Sugarrush

Space

Luna

Stellar/Stella (also applicable to pop culture, Helluva Boss character)

Nova

Mars

Pluto (also applicable to mythology, Roman counterpart to Hades)

Galaxy

Meteor/Meteorite

Nebula

Stardust

Star

Mythology

Persephone (Greek Goddess)

Hel (Norse Goddess)

Fenrir (Norse God)

Thanatos (Greek God)

Baba/Yaga (Slavic folklore character)

Artemis (Greek Goddess)

Freyja (Norse Goddess)

Cerberus (Greek Creature)

Hades (Greek God)

Loki (Norse God)

Medusa (Greek folklore character, can also reference the piercing)

Satan (Ars Goetia demon)

Beelzebub (Ars Goetia demon)

Athena (Greek Goddess)

Lucifer (Ars Goetia demon, Bible figure)

Technology

Error

Hack/Hacker

Analog

Digital

Malware

Virus

Corruption/Corrupted

Java

Machine

Mechanical

.exe (or similar file extensions, such as .sai, .txt, .rar, .szs, .psd etc)

Robo/Robot/Bot

Animatronic

Electronic (also applicable to music)

Automaton

Automatic

Systematic

Syntax

Emotions

Heartbroken

Heartless

Depressed

Lonely/Loneliness

Hopeless

Helpless

Ache

Envy/Envious/Envied

Hatred

Jealous/Jealousy

Lust/Lustrous

Shock/Shocked/Shocking

Panic/Panicked/Panicking (also applicable to music, see Panic! At The Disco)

Cowardly (also applicable to pop culture, Courage the Cowardly Dog)

Rage/Raging

Scared

Confusion/Confused

Wrath/Wrathful

Minerals/Crystals/Metals

Onyx

Amethyst

Obsidian

Titanium

Steel

Sulphur

Mercury (also applicable to mythology)

Uranium

Garnet

Pearl

Topaz

Quartz

Iron

Silver

Jewel

Gem

Crystal/Krystal

Diamond

Amber

Azure (also applicable to colours/shades)

Elements/Natural Phenomena

Blaze

Fire/Fiery

Flame

Hellfire

Ember

Poison

Venom (also applicable to pop culture, Spider-Man character)

Drowned/Drowning (also applicable to pop culture (Minecraft mob) and weapons/violence)

Hurricane

Typhoon

Tsunami

Earthquake

Tornado

Storm

Thunder/Thunderstorm

Blizzard

Dust Devil

Toxic

Volcano

Eruption/Erupted

Electric

Spark

Frozen

Hail

Ignite/Ignition

Lightning

Magma

Night

Sunset

Twilight

Aurora (as in Aurora Borealis, can also be applied to music if you wanna reference the singer AURORA)

Inferno

Frost/Frosty

Music

Metalhead

Melody

Megalovania (song from Undertale)

Brightside (song by the Killers)

Hatsune/Miku (in reference to Hatsune Miku)

VOCALOID

Synthesizer

Orchestra

Symphony

Rave/Raver

Rock

Anthrax (also applicable to 'Use at Own Risk')

Bring _ The Horizon/_ Brings The Horizon (reference to Bring Me The Horizon)

_ Eat World (reference to Jimmy Eat World)

Jitterbug (phrase used in 'Wake Me Up Before You Go Go' by Wham and title of Hachiya Nanashi VOCALOID track)

Jitterdoll (niki VOCALOID track)

Serenade

Breakdown (also applicable to 'Use At Own Risk')

USE AT OWN RISK

These are names that have been used in the past BUT often rely on oppressive stereotypes involving women, mental illness/disorders, LGBTQIA+ people, Indigenous people and so on. Some of these are also just straight up mental/medical conditions and medications. I would advise only picking one of these if it is a term you wish to reclaim for yourself. Do so at your own risk.

Insane/Insanity

Delirious

Demented

Psychotic/Psychosis/Psychopath

Nuclear

Bitch

Whore

Crazy

Hallucinate/Hallucination

Haywire

Suicide/Suicidal (also applicable to pop culture - see Suicidal Sadie CreepyPasta)

Mania/Manic

Maniac/Maniacal

Paranoia/Paranoid

Savage

Mad

Fag/Faggot (only reclaim if you are LGBTQIA+)

Mental

Xanax/Xamax

Schizophrenia/Schizophrenic

Dementia

Genocide (added to here and not to 'weaponry/violence/semi-NSFW' due to the current genocides happening in the world)

Warfare (added here for the same reason as above)

Asylum

Amphetamine

Hooker

Neurotic

MISC IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER

Accidental

Axis

Ambitious

Amazing

Apocalypse/Apocalyptic/Apokalypsis

Abyss

Abdomen

Amor/Amore

Ambition

Apparel

Atomic/Attomick/Attomik

Atrophy

Alluring

Asshole/Asswhole

Abrasive

Atelophobia

Arachnophobia

Abstract

Adorable

Anonymous

Audacious

Antorcha (Spanish for 'torch')

Avenge

Baby

Bang

Blah

Boom

Brigade

Bombard/Bombardment

Blast

Biohazard/Biohazardous

Beauty/Beautiful/Beau

Bow

Bottom Jeans

Barbie

Babycake

Babydoll

Break/Breaks

Brave

Bacteria

Bandaid/Bandage

Blackout

Bittersweet (also applicable to foods and emotions)

Barbaric

Catastrophe/Catastrophic

Claustrophobia/Claustrophobic

Crash

Chaos

CreepyPasta

Crunch/Crunchy

Chuunibyou

Coward

Chick (also applicable to animals)

Carnage (also applicable to pop culture, see Spider-Man villain)

Chaosbaby

Daring (also applicable to pop culture)

Devious

Darling

Disaster

Daydreaming

Destruction

Doll/Dolly

Decay/Decayed/Decaying

Dark/Darkened

Deceit/Deceitful

Daily

Dial

Deutschland

Danger

Destroy

Discord

Ecstatic

Ecstasy

Emergency

Extreme

Echo

Exposure

Enchanted

Endanger

Enigma/Enigmatic

Epidemic

Endemic

Egotistic/Egotistical

Entropy

EatsZombies

Frightful

Foul

Foe

Futile

Flash

Flicker

Feeble

Funeral/Funerary

Forsaken/Forsakened

Girly

Gab

Gangster

Glitter

Gorgeous/Goregeous

Gluttony

Havoc

Hazard

Heartbreaker

Heist

Hiatus

Hoax

Hyper

Heart

Horizon

Hollywood

Impolite

Immature

Ill

Iris

Infection/Infected

J'Adore (also applicable to pop culture, see Jade J'Adore from Bratzillaz)

Jailbait

Jaundice

Jaywalk

Jeopardy

Jingle

Jive

Joint

Jubilate/Jubilee

Junction

Juxtapose

Katastrophe/Katastrophic

Krunch/Krunchy

Kawaii

King

Kitching/Keching

Killjoy (also applicable to music, see My Chemical Romance)

Lush

Loathe

Lovely

Lucky

Legendary

Light (also applicable to pop culture, Light Yagami)

Luz (also applicable to pop culture, Luz Noceda)

Love/Luve/Luv

Leper/Leperacy

Litterbug

Macabre

Macroscopic

Mafia

Magnetic

Malady

Malice

Mutiny

Malediction

Marauder (also applicable to pop culture - won't say the name but you know what franchise this was popularised in)

Medical

Membrane

Mesmerize

Metallic

Mortician/Mortuary/Morticia (last one applicable to pop culture, in reference to Morticia Addams)

Mortified

Mystery

Myth

Mayday (also applicable to popculture, see Mayday from No Straight Roads and the Helluva Boss character Verosika Mayday)

Malevolent/Malevolence

Millionaire

McCrackin

Monstrawrface

Miracle/Miraculous (also applicable to pop culture, see Miraculous Ladybug)

Morgue

Ninja

Notorious

Nocturnal/Nokturnal

Naughty

Nasty

Nihilist/Nihilistic/Nihilism

Nightmare

Necro

Necromancer/Necromancy

Necrotising (in reference to Necrotising Fasciitis)

Nefarious

Neuron

Nerd/Nerdified

Overdrive

Original

Outcast

Odd

Obscure

Obsolete

Obsession

Oblivion

Prince/Princess

Punk

Plastic

Parable (also applicable to pop culture, see The Stanley Parable)

Pandemic

Pirate

Queen/Queenie

Queer

Quack

Random

Revenge

Reckless

Royal

Riot

Rebel

Rude

Rawr

Rad

Rotten

Ravenous

Ruthless

Sabotage

Scary

Silly

Sadist/Sadistic

Sahara

Salivate

Spectacular

Synthetic

Supercharged

Surrender

Stethoscope

Sublime

Sterile

Stealthy

Spinal

Spiffy

Sinister

Scoundrel

Scandal

Shell

Scene

Spookbat

Tears

Tragic/Tragedy

Terror

Trick/Trickster

Temptation

Terrible

Twisted

Trash

Tenacity

Trauma/Traumatised

Temptress

Tuberculosis

Unusual

Ultimate

Usurper

Urban

V.I.P

Vendetta (also applicable to pop culture, see V for Vendetta)

Velicious

Victorious/Victory

Vandal/Vandalism

Vain/Vanity

Vile

Vortex (also applicable to pop culture, Helluva Boss)

Void

Vengeance/Vengeful

Valentine/Valentines

Wacky/Whacky

Wicked

Wonder/Wonderful

Wise/Wisdom

Wreckless

Xtreme/X-treme

Xx/xX

XoXo/XOXO/X0X0

X-ray

Young

ZigZag

Zero (also applicable to pop culture, see Nightmare Before Christmas character)

SOURCES

http://esgbeauty.blogspot.com/p/scene-names-directory.html?m=1 (TRIGGER WARNING: site listed actual genocides as name suggestions (e.g. Holocaust) or elements related to genocides/wars (e.g. Kamikaze) - view at your own discretion. For this list, I opted to remove these suggestions as I think these are remnants of the edgy humour of the 2000s that is best being left behind.)

Some of these suggestions came from my friends and members in Scem0 K1dz (Discord server).

https://thescenebible.blogspot.com/2021/10/blog-post.html?m=1 (Currently working on slowly adding anything from here.) TRIGGER WARNING: A lot of names involve mental disorders, medical conditions and medications. I will be including some of these, mostly in the 'Use At Your Own Risk' section.

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The Unseen: Hyungwon & Hyunwoo (Killas teaser)

A/N: Soooooo...Killas is taking some time to come together lol i have like fiddyleven ongoing projects (fanfics and originals) so yea. Its a labor of love. But I wanted to share a little something thats more than likely a deleted scene from the book that has potential to become its own thing🌚 meaning theres more than one part and this is just the first one🌚 anywho.

Tags: Contracted killer HyungwonxSexy, Two-timingOC( featuring Hyunwoo) all with similar occupations. John Wick vibes with flashbacks of steamy smut, raw sex, oral sex, high tension and some flirty banter❤️

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"Good Evening Sir...Welcome to The Continental."

Emerson's posh and cheery disposition was never something Hyungwon would tire of. He couldn't say as much for the setting he'd stepped into since arriving.

Droplets of the sky cascade over the smooth leather of his coat as he walked with the grace of a Vogue model, his expression sharp and focused as he closed the distance between the entrance and the concierge desk.

"Emerson. Always a pleasure.." he greets the older gentleman informally as he crossed the glazed marble flooring, shaking the rain from his dripping hair. Its not a matter to the old confidante though, merely responding to the younger with a polite smile.

"Mr. Chae...its been years it seams. Are you well these days?" He asks and Hyungwon smirks. Mainly at the irony of the question.

When was he ever well?

"Oh you know. Same old. Id like a room please.."

"Very good sir. And how long will you be staying with us?" He goes on to ask and Hyungwon shakes his head as he shrugged the strap of his bag from his shoulder.

"Just for tonight. Im only passing through."

"Oh? You wont be attending the Academy reunion later on this evening then?" Emerson lifts his brows expectedly, never taking his eyes off the computer and Hyungwon chuckles at the idea.

The annual Brighton Academy reunion was something he always avoided, deeming it would be an evening he'd much rather spend fighting tooth and nail with some thug standing between him and access to some place he didn't belong, or staking out across the street from a residence for days , living off of stale water and protein bars to gather intel on a target.

Hell he felt he got enough of a reunion when he was assembled with 5 of his former classmates to handle the devil's busywork for a fee time and time again outside of his solo endeavors. That was just about as much reuniting he could tolerate.

No. A night of smoozing amongst people he'd forgotten shortly after the graduation ceremony was the last thing on his mind.

Besides, he had plans of his own tonight.

"I think I'll pass. Group activities are only my thing when a check is involved. Otherwise i prefer to avoid any social engagement if at all possible." He huffs as he lifted his bag to be checked routinely. Emerson's lips curl up in amusement as he turned the duffle to unzip it for a quick thumb through.

"Understood, sir. I assume youre well aware of hotel policy.." he begins and Hyungwon nods as he is already unholstering every firearm and blade he had on his person. The concierge waits calmly while an arsenal of weapons pile on the marble countertop one by one.

The two Glock 26's on either hip.

The smaller Ruger slotted behind his back.

The array of daggers and switch blades he had hidden only God knows where underneath that inconspicuous trench.

Silence falls over the grand foyer as Emerson waits patiently for Hyungwon to finish surrendering his weapons before gathering them delicately to be stowed in a designated locker.

He resumes his place in front of a computer and begins typing. As Emerson set out on getting him sorted in an available suite, Hyungwon takes a moment to observe the grand interior and occupancy of the infamous Continental.

Suited men in expensive dress shoes stepped briskly over the shining quarts floors, some of them chatting amongst each other as they either entered the hotel or exit into the rain. Others were accompanied by women adorned in rare furs and dripping in diamonds, their expressions as empty and inviting as the gothic ceilings several meters above their heads.

In the distance, a band was assembling on the club's stage, tuning instruments and preparing for another evening of entertaining while an array of round tables were set with crisp white table cloths and gold plaited cutlery.

To anyone else, the high end hotel appeared as just that. A place only the elite could afford to enter on rooms running nearly £800 a night at the cheapest rate.

No one would think to suspect it serving as a neutral space of communion amongst the world's most notorious spies and killers for hire.

With a few more taps and a swift reach for something out of Hyungwon's sight, Emerson clears his throat to summon the young man's attention.

"Much obliged Mr.Chae. Here is your key card and your valet ticket sir. Do enjoy your stay." He bows his head slightly as he offered the aforementioned items as well as his bag to Hyungwon, who takes them gladly with a returned bow.

"Thank you."

Amber sways and ripples with the spin of his glass. The malt's deep and slightly effervescent scent dancing on the air as it did on Hyungwon's tongue with every savoring sip.

He adjusts his lean in the chair, running his tongue along his bottom row of teeth as he glances at his watch.

She was late.

Or perhaps he was just impatient.

Meeting with her tonight had been the only thing on his mind since he opened his eyes that morning and every second he wasn't in her presence, his mind swam.

The local bar he'd selected was tucked away in a part of the city they once shared. Memories of seeing her here several times cloud his vision and the haze of reminiscing colors the scene in warm sepia and scents it with cognac.

Her favorite.

Some time ago...

"Favorite color?"

The conviction in Hyungwon's voice made it known that his question wasnt thoughtless, despite it being so cliche it was laughable.

"My favorite color? Seriously?" she giggles as the tip of her finger coasted the rim of her cocktail and Hyungwon's challenging gaze never wavers from hers.

Well, they do drop from her eyes to catch the way her tongue glosses her lips before returning with a lifted brow.

"Of course." he assures her cooly. His date just stares back at him for a moment, reading the depth of the galaxy in his eyes.

"Of all the things you could ask me though? Arent we too old for that?" she tilts her head.

"Too old for a favorite color?" Hyungwon pouts softly and she shakes her head.

"Too old for something like that to matter..." she mused. Now Hyungwon was intrigued.

"Is it a secret?"

Secrets.

The irony isnt lost on her at all considering what they were to eachother versus what they were to the world.

"Of course not...but you know me..better and more than most can say. Why does knowing my favorite color matter?" She challenges, earning a one shouldered shrug from the man sitting across from her.

"Just does. So just tell me." Hyungwon tosses back with just as much defiance.

She smiles...

"Guess."

The word barely provokes her lips to move but Hyungwon's gaze fall to them anyway, mimicking her coy smile in a way only he could.

He narrows his eyes and tucks his lips before leaning back in his seat, tugging casually at the collar of his shirt as he examines her with scrutiny for a moment. It's long enough to make a nervous lump form in her throat that she conceals with another sip from her drink.

Between the sheets.

White rum, Hennessy, and triple sec. Spritzed and zested with lemon.

The perfect balance of sweet and sour.

Sophisticated and audacious.

Sexy.

Watching her plush and rose tinted lips kiss the rim of her glass made Hyungwon wonder if she tasted just as sweet on his tongue as her beverage of choice.

Hyungwon glances down at her neck, following the line of the single thin gold chain carresing the dip of her collar bones, falling into curve of her cleavage to the plunging neckline of her dark plum blouse.

Peaks of lace frames her cleavage, her skin almost shimmering like satin under the low lighting, casting a shadow between her breasts that Hyungwon yearned to dive into.

He sensed a warmth there, lower beneath the expensive threads and the bend of her hips, a place he knew he'd soon be.

A place he knew she wanted him to be just as much.

Without a word, a look of revelation flashes in his eyes as he looked back up to her expectant face.

"Red." he says after subjecting her to his intangible torture for long enough, lifting his highball to his lips with a cocky glint in his eyes.

She stills, blinking slowly and Hyungwon knew immediately that he had her.

"Interesting guess..." she muses nonchalantly.

Her eyes shift over Hyungwon's relaxed lean in his seat, pausing to watch his Adam's apple lift as he tilted his head.

"Im right arent I?" He smiles sexily and its so disarming that the woman across from him forgets to breathe.

She huffs out a half felt chuckle to cover her body's reaction to Hyungwon's effortless charm.

"I'll tell you after you tell me why you chose that color. And please don't say it's because I complemented your shirt.." She decides to say, leaning in to rest her forearms on the table, her pointed stiletto nails tapping her skin rhythmically.

It wouldn't be gentleman-like for him to admit, but he wanted nothing more than to feel those claws digging lines over his back before the night was up.

Good thing he never claimed to be one in the first place.

"Of course not. Its your aura. My shirt's merely a coincidence."

"My aura..." she smirks and Hyungwon simply nods.

"Mmhm...You exude confidence from everything you do, from the way you enter a room...down to the way you order your drink." He responds casually as he reached for his own, gesturing his glass towards her in silent cheers before taking a quick sip.

She remains invested as he swallowed and Hyungwon sets the glass back down.

"I can tell youre a woman who always knows what she wants and exactly how to obtain it. I can tell you like control, which is why you always prefer to sit at the back of the bar, putting everything in your vantage point. Youre alert and very self aware. Youre assertve. Fearless. Bold. Partiality to extremes, passion and danger..."

"Danger? You think Im dangerous?" She speaks for the first time in minutes,lifting her brow with deep interest. Hyungwon nods slowly.

"Most women are..." he shrugs that shoulder again and its a gesture that reminds her eye to marvel in the broadness of them. Especially in that tailored Paul Smith dress shirt.

Why hadnt she noticed them before?

"Go on." She tips her chin after resuming her attention to his face, the real reason she hadnt noticed the rest of him.

Hyungwon smiles.

"Well....apart from what I picked up on via first impressions, the bezel of your watch is red. Matching the ruby stone on your ring. Which I assume is your birthstone meaning you were born in July. A warm month. Warmth. Red...you get my gist."

With another shrug of indifference, Hyungwon takes another sip from his whiskey. This time he savors the burn as it warmed his tongue. He awaits her response as he enjoys his drink but only soft sound of Sade crooning in the background fills the silence settling between them.

If you were mine....

Her expression idles between bewildered and impressed but only for a moment. It then resumes its usual demureness, a skill achieved when existing in world donning many faces.

As she reached for her glass, her smirk betrayed her as Hyungwon knew it would.

He had her.

"Hmm.." is all she says, picking it up.

Hyungwon's satisfied chuckle warmed his glass as he joined her in a shared sip.

Their eyes never leaving each other as they swallowed.

Present day...

Rain sizzled over the concrete, the summer nights steam hazing the night view through the windows. Its thick humid scent mixes with the essence of cognac and leather in the pub.

It was one of the few places in Hyungwon could go to unwind after countless hours of wearing his mask.

His day job was taxing.

But as lately, his nights were even worse.

As if he were attuned to her, Hyungwon's eyes shift from the bottom of his glass to the chiming front door as it opened slowly.

And there she was.

Legs that led to heaven and hips that sent men straight to hell, Lilith entered the bar with her black cashmere coat over her shoulders and her umbrella in hand.

She shakes it before closing it to stow in a designated basin near the door.

Her curves are accentuated by her blood red dress that leaves little to the imagination.

Hyungwon's eyes follows the shine of her smooth legs down to her heels, fond memories of those ankles over his shoulders flash over his disctracted gaze.

He shifts in his seat as he dispelled the thought, clearing his throat and glancing up just as Lilith lifts her head.

Her mane of mahogany spirals toss back from her face, the flecks of honey in her coal lined eyes pinning Hyungwon from the entrance.

Her lips perk up at one corner in a fond smile, but Hyungwon keeps his expression neutral despite his heart thudding pathetically in his chest, lifting his glass to his lips for an encouraging swig.

"Hey baby.." she purrs as if she she meant it and Hyungwon has to stifle his chuckle of disdain before rising from his seat.

"Hey.." he says lowly, his height almost doubling as he towers over her by several inches. She smiles as if nothing were amiss as she approached him for a breif embrace that he doesn't reject.

He couldn't resist a chance to touch her, even if his feelings had taken a complicated turn.

Her body just felt too good against his.

Out of habit, Hyungwon's hands snaked around her waist and her perfume encompassed him in an amalgam of emotions.

They flood him as he recalls smelling her in places she'd been the most.

Places he'd felt her the most.

His car.

His sheets.

His clothes.

Under his skin, as if it were possible..

Lilith had a way of layering her body oils and butters beneath a particular perfume that created a signature scent.

One he'd recognize anywhere.

Per their normal greeting, Lilith tips her head back in preparation to peck Hyungwon's lips as they always did.

Instead, he pressed his plushy pout to her temple and lingers there for a moment before pulling back.

The large hands at her waist were now pushing her coat back from her shoulders and Lilith assists by shrugging it free from her body. Hyungwon takes it to drape it over the back of the chair nearest to her.

He then pulls it out for her.

"Sit.." he states softly, saying nothing more and his expression gives nothing away as he waits for her to comply. A frown pulls at Lilith's ruby lips at Hyungwon's icyness but she doesnt hesitate to ease down into the proffered chair beside her.

Hyungwon then calmly steps back to his side of the table and joins her to sit, picking up his glass to swirl its contents casually.

Lilith's brow pinches at the tension rolling off of Hyungwon's shoulders, scooting into her chair comfortably before resting her forarms on the table.

"So..I hear your alma mater is in town tonight for some sort of reunion. I'm surprised you hadn't made plans to meet up with the boys tonight.."

"Im just gonna cut straight to it.."Hyungwon interupts her, the blanching of her expression damn near comical at his curtness.

"Um......ok..."she stammers, leaning away from the table slightly.

Hyungwon's eyes darken as they drop to the watch adorning her thin wrist. Similar to the one she'd worn the night they met but different. More expensive.

New.

The red bezel winks back at him ironically before he regards her soft expectant features.

"I know everything." He adds ominously with a hardened expression and cold tone. The warmth in Lillith's face drains a shade but she doesnt show any traces of guilt as her brows creased deeper in confusion.

"You know..what ,exactly?" She asks.

What did he know?

More than he wished.

Less than he hoped.

Hyungwon knew the woman he was dangerously in love with was a stone-faced liar.

Among other things.

"You really wanna play dumb with me?" he goes on to ask and the hostility in his voice has his lover's lips curling up into an unexpected smile.

"Wonnie.." she begins and her chest touches the table as she leaned foward, extending her touch to grace Hyungwon's hand that laid flat over the polished wood.

"Don't.." he exhales tiredly, pulling his hand away to fall in his lap. This has Lilith's smile fading immediately.

"Im sorry...Did you not ask me to be here? You said you wanted to see me.."

Her tone and expression imply that her feelings were hurt by his rejection, but Hyungwon knew better than to believe it.

"Yeah. I wanted to see you tonight.....because I needed to see if you would look me in the eyes and lie the same way you've been lying to me this whole time."

Lilith's brows shoot up in surprise and an incredulous chuckle just sharply from her lungs. Hyungwon's brows crease as her posture changed from anxious to at ease, despite the atmosphere shift.

He frowns as he watched the guilt and confusion trade for what he could guess was amusement at his expense.

Could this woman have any more nerve?

"Did I say something funny?" he asks and Lilith only shakes her head with a sigh.

"No.Just laughing at the fact that I just traveled all the way downtown in the rain, in this dress.. without any panties underneath it.."

Hyungwon blinks at her unsubtle pause, pushing the thought of what she was hiding between her luscious thighs.

"...expecting a much warmer greeting from you..and a drink. At least..." she trails off all too casual.

Lilith reaches across the table comfortably for Hyungwon's drink and their fingers touch as she takes it from him. He surprisingly allows it, opting to keep his cool as she lifts it to her red-tinted lips with her eyes trained on him over the rim.

As she pulls away from the glass, her tongue darts out to lick over her stained top lip and the image of her lips at his throat flash through his mind.

Fuck this was impossible.

How could a woman as devious as she is so captivating with even just the curl of her tongue and bat of her eye?

The memory of it has him swelling with want beneath the table and for a moment he wonders if he should even be doing this.

Only for a moment though.

Leather creaks against his nails as they dug troughs into the seat of his car.

Hyungwon groans in ecstasy towards the sunroof, his heavy panting accumlating in the steam fogging his windows.

The backseat was surprisingly spacious once the front seats were pushed up, giving just enough room for him to sit with his long legs spread wide with her slotted between them.

"Oh..shit.." he exhales , cutting his bottom lip with his teeth as his fingers tangled in Lillith's silken curls. Her head bobs over him slowly, her velvety smooth lips and tongue shining with saliva as they worked magic over his shaft.

Night had barely fallen over the city, the buzz of office employees and other tenants echoeing through the concrete walls of the enclosed parking garage.

Hyungwon's blacked out Genesis is parked in the furthest and darkest corner on the top floor. The keys still dangled from the ignition up front by the time their bodies teleported to the back seat with the symphony of the city life instrumenting their tryst.

"You feel...so..fucking good....."

The words were as tender as his touch against the back of her head and he guided her just as gently to take him as deep as her throat would allow without her choking.

They knew they weren't alone in the parking garage despite the quiet surrounding them but neither of them cared. Something about the fact heightens the arousal that was sparked by the tension between them from the bar. Which was far too potent to resist any longer than they had to.

His most recent assignment put him in a place where Lilith was coming off a job of her own. The two never discussed work when they were together, nor did they care to know the causes of certain bruises or scrapes marring each other's skin. They only had an unspoken agreement, to leave everything, clothes and weapons included, at the door.

After fighting off the inevitable gag caused by Hyungwon's length, Lilith's eyes lift to steal a look of his gorgeously pleasured expression. She pulls off of him with a low gasp, and a devilish smirk curls at her smudged lips as she stroked his shellacked dick with her free hand.

The other was slotted between her legs, rubbing soothingly at her dripping folds.

Hyungwon's brow cinched as the warmth of her skilled hand brought him closer to the precipice of pleasure. His jaw goes slack and his lust drunk eyes rolled back as the sizzling fuse crept closer and closer to its source.

"Im..Im gonna.." he shudders, his hand closing into a fist over Lilith's scalp as she continues to take him deep in her throat.

Before he could stop her, Hyungwon erupted into her mouth with a deep sigh of relief and frustration at not being able to hold on a minute longer. Lilith swallowed him down greedily, a weak but sinister chuckle vibrating her throat as she did.

"Fuckfuckfuck..ah..stop.." he groans unabashedly, his hips lifting his from the seat as his overstimulation takes hold. Lilith giggles at his shameless squirming but shows him mercy by pulling off of his throbbing member and sensitive tip with a 'pop' of her lips.

Coming up from her knees for the first time in the few minutes it took to get Hyungwon off, she smiled as she mounted him, opening her thighs to accommodate his wide legged spread.

Hyungwon's neck and the slice of his chest that was visible between loosened buttons glistened under a sheen of sweat that smelled divine. The feminine and inner feline urge to rub it all over herself compels Lilith to finish unbuttoning the black silk expertky with one hand.

She used her other to reach down between their bodies to stroke Hyungwon's unwavering erection slowly, using the slickness of her own arousal that lingered on her fingers.

"Think you were loud enough?" she teased him just above a raspy whisper and Hyungwon grunted as her grip rolled over his tip.

"Think your pussy's wet enough?" he boomeranged her sarcasm, earning a stiff squeeze at the base of his dick. Hyungwon hissed at the pressure, his eyes fluttering pitifully.

"Careful...you just might find out." Lilith leans in to whisper in his ear, taking a lobe between her teeth sensually.

She pulls back just enough for them to share a kiss that's soaked by their tongues and remnants of Hyungwons cum still on Lilith's lips.

"Mmm..." he moans, savoring the flavor of himself combined with her kiss and whimpering at the way it made his weeping tip twitch in her grasp.

"You liked that?" Lilith murmured and Hyungwon's groan in response has her chuckling darkly. Hyungwon nods wordlessly, his jaw dropping and his head tilting to deepen their kiss. He licks at her mouth desperately while she pushed his silk shirt completely open, exposing his sculpted chest and taut abdomen.

Hyungwon didn't have the mind nor the patience to attempt to get Lilith naked. With how her dress was already bunched and gathering at the curve of her hips, there wasn't much standing between him and where he needed to be.

His wet kisses trailed hot and heavy from her lips to the hills of her cleavage, his greedy hands squeezing her ass to guide her closer.

"Stay with me..." he says suddenly in a hurried breath, lifting his hooded gaze to find hers in the darkness.

Lilith hovers over her him motionless, blinking with resistance at his unexpected proposal. Before she could deny him, as if she could, Hyungwon continued.

"Please...I need you tonight. I need you every night. I want to bury myself inside of you until you paint the walls with my name. I want you in my bed, naked and sore when I wake up. Then I want to fuck you again so that you'll think of me with every step you take. Until we meet again.."

Had he always been this poetic? The rawness and passion of his intentions made tiny rivers of need drizzle down her inner thighs, surely coating his thighs.

She wanted that too. More than she could put into words. Realistically, everything about his proposition was dangerous. They weren't even supposed to be seen together, let alone sharing a room in the Continental.

Or a bed.

It complicated everything.

But nonetheless, her heart and her core called to Hyungwon like a lost lover, praying for solace and sanctuary.

Even if it were for one night.

"Hyun.." she begins, but lips as soft as satin punctate her sentence for her.

"Dont think, just say you will. And we can figure out the rest later.." Hyungwon says against her lips, running his hands over her wide straddling hips to squeeze her again. The motion causes the his shaft to nudge through her senstive folds, making them both sigh into each other's mouths at the warmth and friction.

She wanted to say no. (no she didnt.)

She needed to say no. (no the FUCK she didnt.)

But with a mumbled 'yes' and a sly smile, her response trailed over his jawline and down to his neck while Hyungeon hurriedly slipped his length inside of her.

As expected, the fondness of the memory exists for only a moment. Although his gaze lingered on her lips, recalling the things she accomplished over and over with them, there would now be a bitter aftertaste in his mind.

Images of them pressed against his throat douses his arrousal immediately.

"I know all about him, Lilith. So theres no point in lying now.." Hyungwon responds as Lilith helps herself to what remains of his whiskey.

He catches the corner of her mouth lifting into a smile as she drank but it vanished the moment she placed the glass back in the center of the table.

"Him?" She exhales the question, almost as if she were getting bored or mildly irritated at Hyungwon's pointless line of obtuse questions.

Typical.

She was rarely the type to hold herself accountable for anything, even when she knew she was dead wrong.

Hyungwon sniffs a chuckle as he steals a look around the empty bar. He needed a reason to look away from her anyway.

She was still just as beautiful when he wanted to hate her.

"Please don't keep playing dumb or innocent about this. Im not in the mood. I know everything, ok? And so does he. We've spoken."

Lilith's gaze drops to Hyungwon's mouth before it drags back up to his stare.

"Have you now?" She asks, the arch of her brow lifting ever so slightly.

"I have. And in our conversations, I've come to know more about you than I ever thought was possible. Things I wish I never had to hear."

He and Lilith weren't exclusive but she'd insisted that no one had her the way he did. Heart, mind and body.

But Hyungwon should have known better than to take the word of a spy.

A professional liar.

The two stare each other down intensely for what feels like minutes, frozen by distrust and indifference with a touch of sexual tension dense enough to coat the air.

Lilith is the first to yield, shifting in her chair but maintaining her disinterested expression. Feigning annoyance, she sighs loudly.

"Ok,So...what now? Did you call me here to break up with me or something? Want me to cry and say I'm sorry? What is it you expect from me?" She asks audaciously.

Before Hyungwon could respond, the chiming door pulled his attention from Lilith's challenging scowl to the door she'd walked through only minutes ago.

Except this time, donning a shirt and slacks the color of night, a regretfully familiar gentleman crosses over the threshold with his sharp brow hardening at the sight of the only woman he expected to see sitting across from his cohort.

Lilith's head turns curiously to see who had stolen Hyungwon's gaze from her so suddenly and just as she'd gone ghostly before, her eyes widen at the sight of Hyunwoo sauntering towards them.

Smirking devilishly in a way only he could...

"Lilith...."

To be continued...

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John Wick Chapter 4 (John Wick x Female!Reader)

Chapter 4: Killa Harkan

First Chapter

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Klaus leads John, who still had his hands tied, and (y/n) into this large room where there were several men cleaning their guns off on the side. Down at the end of the room, a large man with short dark hair and wearing a purple suit was sitting at a poker table, shuffling some cards. Klaus comes up to the table and places a letter to the large man, Killa Harkan.

He takes the letter, opens it and reads it then smiles, revealing his front gold teeth. "Please tell your mistress that I am honored by this gesture and I look forward to our continuing partnership." Harkan said. "I am Klaus." Klaus said and he turns to walk away but not before he stops and stares at John and (y/n) before he leaves.

"Mr John Wick in the flesh. The Baba Yaga. And this lovely creature you have with you must be the famous Mrs (y/n) Wick." Harkan said as he smiles, evily. (Y/n) does her best to hide her disgust of the man. "Must be Christmas, ja?" He asked as he chuckles then he digs into his pockets and pulls out an inhaler.

He puts it to his mouth, pushes the button and sucks in the air. Then he puts it away and gestures to the chairs before him. "Where are my manners? Please." He said as he gestures for one of his men, who comes up to John and cuts the ropes around John's wrist.

"A drink, Mr and Mrs Wick?" Harkan asked them as he pulls out a bottle of liquor and pours a couple of glasses. "You were expecting us." John said, questionably. "Not me. Him." Harkan said as he nods over to John's left. John and (y/n) look over and see Cain walking up to them, holding a tea cup in one hand and his cane in the other.

"How are you?" Caine asked as he goes over to a chair. "You knew we'd be here." John said to Caine. "I suspected it." Caine said. "Family." John said and Caine looks in his direction and smiles as he pulls his chair up while John and (y/n) take their chairs.

"That family sold you out, Mr Wick. They gave you up in the vain hope of saving themselves." Harkan said as he burns the letter and sets it in a trash can. "You see, that's why I never trust the Cossacks. They are dirty people." Harkan said and John looks over at Caine.

"This is personal." John said to Caine, who just picks up his tea cup. "I sense tension here." Harkan said, smiling. "Mr Wick may probably feel I'm responsible for the death of a mutual friend." Caine said then he sips his tea. "But I didn't kill Koji. You did, John." Caine said and John looks down then back over at Caine. "He didn't pull the trigger." (Y/n) said in a low voice. "Metaphorically speaking." Caine mutters.

"You know, this discord between old friends, it saddens me. Allow me to help." Harkan said and he pulls out this large pistol and aims it at John, which made both him and (y/n) jump, while Caine pulls out his gun and aims it at Harkan.

A guard comes up from behind Harkan but he holds his hand up to him. "Nien." He tells his guard. "We have a deal." Caine said. "Had." Harkan sneered. "The Marquis." Caine said as he holds up a finger. "Hell, I doubt he'll mind if it's bullets, blades, a blind man." Harkan growls and Caine slams his fist on the table, chuckles then takes a sip of his tea.

A second man comes up to the table and Harkan gives him his attention. "We found someone outside." he said and he sets a gun on the table and steps aside to reveal Mr Nobody behind him, his dog by his side. "Is this for me, Mr...?" Harkan asked as he holds up the gun. "Nobody." Mr Nobody said. "And, no, it's actually for him." He said as he gestures to John.

"Then take a seat, Mr Nobody." Harkan said as he pushes the gun aside and gestures to the chair next to (y/n). Harkan then chuckles and holds his hands up. "Exciting, ja?" He asked, smiling, and Caine scoffs out a laugh while (y/n) places a nervous, shaking hand on John's knee and he takes her hand in his, running his thumb over the back of her hand in a soothing, comforting way.

The dog looks up at the Wicks and growls as Harkan puts his gun away. "So, you want to kill them." Harkan said to Caine as he points to John and (y/n) then he looks over at Mr Nobody. "You want to kill them. I want to kill them. What about you, Mr Wick?" Harkan asked. "I'm going to kill you." John growls and Caine smirks a bit but hides it quickly.

"For Pyotr. Of course, ja." Harkan said and John seemed a bit surprised he knew. "But it looks like we have ourselves, uh, a genuine conundrum. A quandary, if you will. A real-life dilemma. So..." Harkan said and he takes a deck of cards and begins to shuffle.

"How about we play a game? One hand. The winner decides who lives...and who does not." Harkan said as he flicks a card out of the deck and an Ace of Spades card lands in his other hand. Caine chuckles again then puts his gun away.

"All right. What's the buy-in?" Mr Nobody asked. "More than you can afford." John tells him. "Yeah, I'm two bullets away from being a very rich man." Mr Nobody said as he glances over at the Wicks'. "Or a dead one." Harkan said and he lays out the cards in front of him.

"Five-card draw." Harkan said and he looks over at John. "I'm going to guess you're playing for both you and your lovely wife?" Harkan asked and John nods then he deals out the cards to John, Caine and Mr Nobody while (y/n) sat next to her husband, her right leg bouncing up and down nervously.

Mr Nobody sends a card back to Harkan and he gives him a new card. Mr Nobody then looks down at his cards and Harkan turns to John. "Mr Wick." He said as John looks at his cards. "Mr Wick?" Harkan asked and John looks up at him then back at his cards before pulling out two cards and hands them to Harkan, who in turn gives him two new cards.

Caine gestures with his hand that he's good and John sets his cards down, reveals two aces, two rights and a queen. "Dead man's hand, Mr Wick." Harkan said, smirking. "Well...I don't gamble. Let's see." Caine said and he holds his cards to his face then laughs like he forgot something and sets his cards down.

"Four nines. And a four." Caine announces and Harkan gives him an impressed look. "Most impressive." Harkan said and they all look over at Mr Nobody. He sets his card down, revealing an ace, a king, a queen, a jack and a ten. "Ah. A Royal Flush. Pretty good for a nobody." Harkan said, smiling. "Thank you." said Mr Nobody.

"A blind man, a guy with a dog, a lovely woman and John Wick walk into a bar and take a seat at the table." Harkan said as he flips a card, which was a two. "That either sounds like the beginning of a stupendous joke or a most profitable opportunity. One thinks he can serve his way out." Harkan said as he flips another card, a two. "One...thinks he can buy his way out." Harkan said as he flips another two. "And a couple...thinks they can kill their way out." Harkan said as he flips another two.

"Each of them all think that they have the winning hand. But what they fail to realize is that the moment they took a seat at The Table..." Harkan said and he flips the last card, which was a two. "...they had already lost." Harkan said. "Let me guess. Five of a kind?" Caine asked. "Yeah." John and (y/n) said.

"I knew you were a cheating prick." Caine said to Harkan. "Yeah...total prick." John said then he turns to look at his wife then Mr Nobody. "Just so you know, Pyotr wasn't personal. Now, maybe a little bit." Harkan said as he stands up and starts to lean forward when John grabs a card and slices it on the side of Harkan's neck then throws it at a nearby guard, hitting him in the eye.

"Kill!" Mr Nobody ordered his dog and the dog jumps up, runs across the table and jumps on another guy and attacks him as more guards come in. Two guards come at John and (y/n) but they hold up their jackets to protect themselves from the bullets while Caine shoots at three men.

The two guards attack John and (y/n) but the couple were able to subdue them and yank the guns out of the men's hands. Now they were armed. They shoot at a couple of men while another one grabs (y/n)'s arms and she was able to swing them around to where she was aiming her gun towards Harkan, who was running, and his guard and fires.

She was able to kill the man that was running with Harkan but the large man himself runs off, holding his bleeding neck. John then punches the man in front of him then shoots at Harkan, getting him in the ass as he runs. John and (y/n) shoot a few more men in the chest and the head before both of them run after Harkan.

They make their way into the club area, where the music was loud, the lights flashing and the people dancing around like they just don't care. They go through the parting waterfall and come upon the dancefloor where there were hundreds of men and women dancing.

Harkan runs through the crowd and pushes them away until he comes upon his men. "Hey! They're over there!" He yells at them as he points at John and (y/n), who were running through the crowd with their guns drawn. Two of Harkan's men come up and one swings an axe at (y/n) but she ducks and shoots him in the chest while another attacks John with an axe as well but he was able to block and grab the man's arm then swings him down to the ground.

There was a parting area of the crowd where the couple could see Harkan standing there, blood seeping out of his wound. The couple glare at Harkan as he pulls out his inhaler and sucks in the air. John and (y/n) walk towards him as Harkan glares at John.

"YOU SHOT ME IN THE ASS! BASTARD!" Harkan yells and John goes and punches him a couple of times and Harkan blocks his blows then punches him. (Y/n) joins in as she kicks him in the gut then punches him in the face. He backhands her and she falls back while John punches him but Harkan kicks him back then grabs him and flips John over his back, making him land right on the nearby steps.

He reaches down to grab John but (y/n) comes up and kicks him in the ass, right where John shot him. "You bitch!" Harkan shouts and he grabs her arm, flips her over his shoulder then slams her on the ground, knocking the wind right out of her.

She lets out a pained groan and Harkan grabs John, picks him up and slams him on the ground. He then grabs the collar of (y/n)'s jacket and begins to drag her away and she starts kicking and flailing her legs.

Finally, he stops, grabs her neck and pulls her up and she goes to kick him while John comes up behind him and slams his hands against Harkan's ears. Harkan yells and drops (y/n) then he turns and punches John as (y/n) starts to get up. Harkan grabs John then throws him towards (y/n), which makes them hit the side railings.

Before they could recover, Harkan spin kicks at John which, in turn, makes him fall against (y/n) and both of them stumble and fall off the side. John goes to grab (y/n) but before he could protect her from the impact, both of them hit their sides on a pillar then they fall off of that and land on the floor below them.

The waterfall pouring over the couple as John was on his front and (y/n) was on her back, both of them recovering from the shock and pain. "(Y/n)..." John groans out as (y/n) takes in a few deep breathes. "I'm...alive..." she said while it felt every part of her was in pain.

John slowly gets up to his feet as (y/n) starts to sit up. He walks over to her, holds his hand out to her and she takes it and he helps her up to her feet. Both of them look up and could see Harkan shouting and gesturing then they look over to the other side of the club and see some men coming.

John takes (y/n)'s hand and they begin to run until two men with axes come up and swing at them. The couple duck and dodge the swings and began two punch the men. John was able to push one up against a pillar and slammed the axe the man was holding towards his neck, which cut into it. He then grabs the axe, yanks it out of his hand and slams it on his head.

(Y/n) grabs the second man's arm and pulls the axe out of his hand and swings it at his head, which hits him on the side of the head. She pulls the axe out of his head then turns around as two more men run at her and John.

The couple then uses their new weapons as (y/n) lands the axe at one guy on the shoulder and yanks him down to the ground then slams the axe on his chest while John threw his axe at another man, hitting him the head. Two more men come but John was able to punch, kick and flip one of the men while (y/n) uses the axe again and hits the second man in the chest and throws him to the side.

Then Harkan appears before them and he kicks John in the chest then punched him while (y/n) goes to kick Harkan but he grabs her foot and shoves her back then grabs at John. He swings John around then clothesline him with his free arm, making John flip over and land on his front.

(Y/n) unsheathes her bracelet knife and runs at Harkan and she goes to stab him but he blocks it by swatting away her hand. She slices at him a few times and was able to get him across his cheek, which then angers him. He grabs her hand that had the knife, twists her writs which made her drop her knife then he headbutts her. She falls backwards and lands on her back while Harkan goes over to John and grabs him by the back of his collar while he was trying to get up on his feet.

"Know what your problem is, Mr Wick?" Harkan asked John as he pulls him up to face him. "You are unlucky." Harkan said and he slams John up against a pillar. "Unlucky in life, in love, in friendship..." he said and he punches John in the stomach. "And now...in death." Harkan shouts but before he could kill John, (y/n), who was able to find her knife, jumps on Harkan's back and stab him in the neck.

Harkan yells then (y/n) pulls the knife out of his neck and stabs him in the side before he smacks the back of his head into her face. She falls off of him and John punches Harkan then grabs him and pulls him around and away from (y/n).

Harkan goes to punch John but he ducks gets behind him and wraps his arms around him but Harkan was able to break his embrace and turn to face him. He charges at John but John grabs him and then body slams him on the ground as (y/n) shakes her head and gets up.

John gets on top of Harkan and starts to punch him repeatedly in the face then pulls him and punches him again until he goes unconscious. John then stands up and looks over at (y/n), seeing that she was okay. Then two men come running in and John takes on one as he takes the man's axe, spins him around to the ground and slammed the axe on his chest while (y/n) punches the second guy then stabs him in the neck with her knife.

They look over and see Harkan sitting up and pulls out his inhaler. He gets up and starts running away from the couple and they run after him. They catch up and John throws the axe, which hits Harkan in the back of the leg. Harkan screams in pain and John and (y/n) run at him as he backs up against a staircase. "Why don't you and your wife just die?" Harkan screams and John kicks him.

John falls forward on the staircase while Harkan stumbles back, hits the railings, falls over and lands on another set of stairs on his neck, killing him instantly. His body rolls over the last set of stairs as (y/n) looks down and cringes once he made impact on the stairs.

She then looks over and goes to help John up then they make their way down the stairs to Harkan. John turns his body over and punches him him the mouth a couple of times and pulls out a gold tooth then they make their way out of the club just as everyone else was doing the same.

John and (y/n) make their way back to the Ruska Roma and see Katia kneeling by the alter. John walks up to her and holds out Harkan's tooth to. She takes it, looks at it and smiles as she looks up at them.

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