#if hes still connected enough to send assassins after people quinn can get his hands on some bolt cutters cmon

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Summary: All John wanted was to kill his target and get home, but he ended up meeting the most fascinating woman, who took him out for a Milkshake after she watched him kill his target. Crazy? Maybe. But John wanted to get to know her anyway.

Pairing: John Wick / F!Reader

Wordcount: 2.049

warnings: Violence.

A/N: This is a request I got a while back from @raven-black102​: I have a request. I was wondering if maybe you can make a john wick X Reader who is basically like Harley Quinn and is also an assassin?

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It had been 3 hours since John sat down in the far corner of the restaurant. He was planning on waiting until his target finished his dinner and stepped out to go to the toilet and just quickly kill him. He had a date with a glass of Bourbon and the documentary series he had been hooked on lately. He wasn't even sure why he had taken the contract. Out of habit, he guessed. Rolling his eyes as he heard the laugh of the woman his target had been getting handsy on in the last hours, he sighed.

His target was a white man in his mid-forties who had a little too much insight on the high table without actually being a member. So they wanted him gone. And quickly. That's why they called John.

He hadn't counted on the woman who was with his target though. She was beautiful. Long curls of amber brown hair ran down over her right shoulder, exposing her neckline that showed a colorful tattoo of a phoenix. Her midnight blue dress that sparkled with every move she made exposed as much of her ivory skin as was appropriate. At least as long as she didn't turn in her seat, the fabric of her dress falling to the side, exposing her right leg completely, the slit going up to her waist. John was pretty sure she wasn't wearing any underwear under this dress.

Shaking his head her ordered himself another beer.

He should focus on his target an, not on his company. Her laugh reached his ears again and he looked, catching her green eyes as she looked straight at him. She looked bored, her eyes wicked. He raised an eyebrow at her making the dark red painted lips curve into a grin and wink at him before she turned her head to talk to his target again.

It was 45 minutes later when his target finally got up from his seat. John had been close to canceling the contract for today and trying it tomorrow. It wasn’t like he was focusing on his target anyway. He couldn't remember the last time he had been so fascinated by a woman. There was something about her that caught his attention on so many levels, it's gotten nearly frustrating for him.

Emptying his beer he got up from his seat as the woman got up too and followed his target. Slowly John followed her, her hips swinging with every step she took. She stopped in front of the men's restroom, turning her head to wink at John before she stepped in and closed the door.

Frowning John stepped closer to the door, listening when he heard something dull hit the floor. Opening the door he saw his target on the floor, the woman on top of him, holding him down with her legs around his neck. It was the sexiest thing John had ever seen.

“Did you think hiring all these barely legal girls as your secretary would give you all the rights to have your disgusting way with them?” She asked in distaste while the man on the floor was fighting for air.

“Answer me!” She demanded, her palm slapping his cheek.

“Oh, how silly... You can't” She giggled. John leaned with his back on the closed-door watching her. She seemed to loosen her grip on him as John heard him cough.

“You crazy bitch...” He spat out. John heard her sigh.

“I wasn't a crazy bitch 10 minutes ago when you said you wanted to ruin me in the men's restroom, yet here we are... In the men's restroom... And I'm about to ruin you...” She hummed.

“But I can't do it like I wanted to because I feel like asking tall, dark, sexy and broody behind me out for a milkshake and what I planned to do to you would ruin this dress so...” She turned around, her eyes finding John's.

“Care to help me out please?” She blinked up at John, giving him her sweetest smile. John shrugged, reaching for his weapon and walked slowly over to them. John saw the eyes of the man widening as John came into view, making her grin.

“Ohhhh you know each other? How exciting!” She clapped her hands once.

John held his gun in his right hand, holding his left out for her.

“What a gentleman.” She sighed and smiled as she took his hand, letting John help her up. As soon as her legs around his target's neck loosened when she got on her feet, he tried to get away. John let his fingers linger against her for a moment, making her bite her lip before he turned and put the back of his arm under the guy's chin, pinning him against the wall.

“The high table sends his regards,” John whispered before he brought some distance between them and shot the guy between his eyes, letting him fall to the ground as he pocketed his gun in.

“That was hot.” The woman behind him groaned. John straightened his suit as he turned around, watching her sitting on the sink. He raised an eyebrow at her.

“So what history did you have with this guy?” She asked. John reached for his phone, about to order someone to clean this mess up.

“I didn't.” He said, slowly walking over to her.

“But he knew who you were...”

“That's one of the reasons he had to die,” John explained, pressing the phone to his ear. The call connected right away.

“This is Wick. I need to make a Dinner reservation for One. Cathedrale Restaurant. Yes... I'll wait outside.” He ended the call.

“Wick... As in John Wick?” She asked, making him nod.

“Oh my God. Wow. I'm such a fan.” She grinned, making John chuckle.

“And your name is...?” John asked.

“Oh. How rude of me. I'm Phoenix...” She hopped off the sink.

“That your real name?” John asked making her giggle.

“No.” She grinned, opening the door. John looked at her.

“What? Come on. Killing people always makes me crave for something sweet.” She explained before she stepped out of the restroom.

John watched her as she absolutely devoured her milkshake, making the most sinful noises as she almost inhaled the sweet liquid.

“You two need some time alone?” John asked, sipping on his strawberry milkshake. He hadn't one of those in forever.

She practically moaned, her arm linked with John's as they walked through Central Park. It had taken them almost a 40 Minute cab drive to get to this milkshake place. She had told him almost every single detail of her life on the cab drive, while John only listened, loving to hear her talk.

They had almost the same background. Being practically raised to be killing machines with the exception that she had killed all of the people who had forced her in this, including her Ex who apparently was the only man she ever loved. It was weird to know one's life story an hour after sharing the first word, but it came naturally to both of them.

Phoenix had heard so much about John. She hadn't been kidding when she told him, she was a fan. He didn’t seem like much of a talker. That's why she kept talking nonstop, trying to fill the silence. She hated silence, always needing to do or say something.

There wasn't even a drop of blood on his crisp white dress shirt as they walked through Central Park. Him in a well-fitted suit, her in her blue dress. She had removed her high heels from her feet, walking on bare feet on the grass, her dress now so long it dragged over the ground. John was a head taller than her like that.

“I still need to find someone to make me feel as satisfied as this milkshake.” She said looking up at John who now grinned, but said nothing.

“Oh please! That one was easy.. Come on... Say it.” She begged, stopping in front of him.

“I'm not going to say it.” John shook his head laughing before he closed his lips around the straw of his milkshake, sucking hard. Stepping closer to him she raised an eyebrow.

“What grown man drinks strawberry milkshakes?” She asked, sucking the straw he just released between her lips, making sure to hollow her cheeks just like she would if it was something else...

She heard him breathe in deep, his hand coming to rest on her hip. She tried hard not to shudder as his fingers connected with her bare skin on her hip, where the slit of her dress ended.

“A man who likes sweet things,” John whispered before he leaned down and kissed her. She sighed as his lips found hers, the hand that wasn't holding her milkshake coming around to hold on to his neck, trying to steady herself as he deepened the kiss. She had never been kissed like that. And she had never felt like that. Her skin tingling, her stomach fluttering, her womanhood screaming to be touched.

Opening her eyes to look in his she spotted two guys behind John, guns in their hands. Slowly she let her hand in his neck wander down his back, reaching for his gun.

“Duck.” She whispered against his lips and John responded quickly, bending down as she pulled out his gun, shooting one of the guys in his eye. John turned around, coming to stand behind her as she let the gun fall to the ground and sprinted towards the other guy who looked confused.

With her milkshake still in her hand she brought her leg up, kicking the guy with full force in the chin, making him fall down. Bringing her feet down on his throat she put all her weight on it, making the guy gasp and fight for air.

“It's not nice to interrupt us like that...” She said, bringing the straw of her milkshake she was still holding to her lips and took a long sip while she held the guy down with just one of her feet.

John was shocked. And aroused. Slowly he walked forward, picking up his gun on the way. Looking around he couldn't see anyone, her first gunshot probably having scared away any people around.

“They want your head Phoenix...” The guy spat out, still fighting for air.

“Then they maybe should send some better men, don't you think?” She grinned, handing John her Milkshake.

“Please be a sweetheart and hold this for me.” She smiled at him as John took the shake.

“Now... I'm not gonna kill you..” She hummed.

“I'm just gonna hurt you enough to make you remember it's a bad idea to come after me.” She bend down whispering.

“And make sure to tell your boss that if he wants me...” She brought her hands up to the guys face.

“He should have come after me himself.” She grinned wickedly before a agonizing scream erupted the park.

“Can you give me the number of this Charlie guy? He seems to be the answer to all my body hiding problems.” She grinned up at John, who had both of his arms around her, after Charlie had taken care of the bodies. She really, really hadn't intended on killing the second guy. It was really... REALLY an accident.

“I bet he will be thrilled.” John smirked. He felt her hand sneaking on his ass, making him raise his eyebrows.

“Thank you for protecting my milkshake.” She smiled.

“I might have taken a sip or two as you punched the living hell out of that guy.” John confessed making her gasp in acted shock.

“Was it better than your strawberry milkshake?” She asked.

“I still prefer sweeter...” He leaned down to kiss her hard making her moan against his mouth.

“Sweet enough?” She asked against his lips as they parted.

“Getting there.” He grinned, making her roll her eyes before she brought some distance in between them, concentrating on her milkshake instead of the man next to her.

[imagine-korea]

New to Suwon: prologue

Soooo, it’s not exactly Mafia AU (more like underground agency) but I was slightly inspired by the power teaser so hope you like it :) This is basically an introduction the the ‘universe’ so yea not a lot of exo in this one.

♥ Thanks for the reading ♥

The city of Seoul was always busy. People walking through each other in big crowds, like hordes of insects needing to bring their earning back to the nest. It was a controlled chaos. Everyone had their time and place, everyone knew the way of getting through. Every single person, part of the seemingly chaotic swarm. Between them was no one really significant for once. Everyone looked the same if you looked at them from a far enough distance.

This girl always had a knack for the poetic.

"Quinn." She heard her boss sigh through her earbud. "Don't you think it's slightly suspicious to have someone comfortably hanging of the side of a skyscraper." the woman's tone seemed bored and sarcastic as it usually was, causing her to let out a chuckle.

"Oh, I don't know. I feel like that's a day to day thing to see in Seoul." She said but climbed her way back up to the roof.

“So, where’s the deal?” Quinn asked, holding her bud firmly against her ear so the wind didn’t affect the sound.

“Half a mile south, you should be able to get there in time. I’ll send you the exact location.”

The map soon appeared at the left side of her view. “I’ll be there in no time.” She stated, disconnecting.

She straightened out her cap before taking the run up. Her foot disconnected from the edge with an immense force before connecting to the next roof with a silent, rather anticlimactic thump. Her feet barely made a sound on the unkept concrete as she stealthily made her way across the skyline of Seoul. She quietly made her way down one of the buildings close by. Staying on the second floor as to not be spotted.

“I’m here.”

“The briefcase is in the third car on the left. Make sure you get it before the buyer arrives.”

She went down the few floors, avoiding the keen eyes of the guards nearby. This isn’t right. The cars were untended. Not even a single guard was close by. She walked closer, ready to strike whoever was seated in the car but was shocked to find no one. And no briefcase. “Shit, they changed the trading time.” She mumbled to herself before directing her voice towards her boss. “We’re in trouble, the trade is in progress.”

She made her way toward the rendezvous point as fast as she could to see them already in the progress of making the deal. Quinn silently cursed to herself, putting her mask over her face so she could head in. She counted the guards in her head as she made her way towards them. Eight guards. The dealer. The buyer. And one gun.

The guards didn’t notice her as she already made her way towards the trade in process. She flipped, grabbing the briefcase just as it was about to be handed over. She looked up to see guards running over in full speed and the shocked yet angered faces of the two traders. She stilled for a second, allowing her to capture their faces before making a run for it, yet her hoody was captured by one of the guards.

She swirled around, giving him an elbow to the jaw and kick straight to his kidney, causing him to stumble back into one of his colleagues. There was no real point in fighting them except for the sake of her escape. 

Yet one thought differently of the situation.

Not far from her, she saw a bony looking man fighting two others. Even though he was her ally, she didn’t particularly like to see him coming. He was fast and stronger than he looked but his skills were lacking and he was thoughtless 70 percent of the time. His actions never planned further than five minutes.

Right then the gun was pointed. But not at her, but at her ally. Sexist prick, she thought. Only she could be offended by not being under gunpoint. The man seemed to be oblivious of the gun as she ran towards it’s wielder, swinging the briefcase with enough force to knock him out as it made contact with the back of his head.

A shot echoed through the open space turning all heads in her direction. Now she’d angered them.

“Wolf! Gotta go!” She yelled jumping up onto the metal structure behind her and making a break for it. The man followed close behind, just able to catch up with her as he was faster. That was just about the only thing to him that she envied.

They were soon out of sight and out of earshot giving Quinn the perfect opportunity to, well, blow up.

"What the hell was that! You almost blew it!" she yelled, she always seemed quiet, reserved, yet there were some who knew that she could be quite hot headed. Wolf was usually the one to experience it first-hand after he joined their team only a few weeks before.

"There were so many of them, you were going to get beaten." Wolf defended.

She scoffed at him slowly walking closer before abruptly pinning him to the wall with her forearm.

"Do you know why this agency only consists of women?” She scowled. “Because men are too reckless, they don't care about consequences, they just act. Also, not one man was able to even get through training so I guess that makes you special. I doubt you actually went through training so there must be something more about you. But don't you think for one second that I won't beat you to pulp if you get in my way." He visibly gulped at her words. Only now, with the anger on her features and the venom dripping from her lips, did he realise how fanglike her teeth actually were and how dark her eyes could get. It was a frightening sight for the new kid, a sight he won't forget anywhere in the nearby future.

"Quinn." Sounded through her earbud. "Yes, ma'am?" Her features softened and her grip loosened giving Wolf the opportunity to breathe again. "You have better things to do then to beat up your juniors. There's another trade going on near your location, I need you to scout it." She stated while sending through the exact coordinates.

"Scouting? Since when do you want me scouting again?" She stepped away from her junior, now completely emerged in the circumstantial job change. "We need someone there fast; the others won't be able to get there in time." "What about Wolf?" She asked glancing over at the boy. "I thought he would be scouting."

"He's needed at HIGHT." She knew exactly what that meant. And even though she didn't particularly like the boy, she had all too vivid memories of what he was about to experience. “Hand him the briefcase and we’ll make sure he gets here.”

"Yes ma'am." She said before the line was disconnected. "Good luck kid." She saluted sluggishly, putting her cap back on and heading over to her post.

When she got there, she knew the true reason for her scouting this particular trade. Men dressed in all black, with bulletproof vests and colts firmly in their hands. Some carrying shotguns as if they weren’t in the middle of a city. It was obvious the REAPERS were involved.

They were an agency that specialised in arms deals and they weren’t afraid of killing whoever stood in their way. They sometimes even took assassination jobs which earned them their name.

The only way to take them down was to find their leader, Red. He was said to be quite cocky and heartless as he leads his group as a pure dictator. Many feared him yet no one had ever seen his face. No one outside their agency at least.

They would scout every deal, bug every man but they always came out empty. “See anything?” She didn’t answer, just tapped her microphone twice as to say no. These were dangerous grounds; one word here could be her last.

She spotted a car. A black sedan with tinted windows; but the angled fall of the light showed that there was someone in the back. £How stereotypical, mister boss man sitting in the back of his tinted sedan.

She didn’t even dare to hope for him to come out, but she saw someone else get in instead. His blond hair and smooth features made him look so innocent yet the circumstances proved the differ.

“Did you see that?” She spoke up once the area cleared out. “The car.” “I’m trying to track the license plate now but nothing yet.” She answered, obviously in the middle of her research. Her words were distant, meaning she was concentrating. That was never a good sign.

“What about that man?” She wondered, not getting her hopes up.

“Couldn’t find a match in the system.”

Quinn cursed under her breath. Another bust for this case.

She heard her boss sigh and the creaking of her chair as she most likely sat back. “Alright, just come in. There’s another job waiting for you.”

“Damn woman, you never let me have a moment.” Quinn joked, she liked being busy. She didn’t exactly have anything else in her life than her job. All she had was her professional reputation, apart from that she was no one in the eyes of the rest of the world. “That’s exactly it. I feel like you’ll be able to calm a bit with this one. It’s not exactly a small and active job.” With that the line was disconnected.

Damn Ajumma. Another sigh left her lips as she made her way to HEIGHT.

"I'm here." She said as she entered the empty, homelike environment.

"I can see that." Sounded through the entire room. She had never really seen her boss. No one really knew why she was so secretive about her identity but no one really questioned it either.

"So, what's up with this job?" She asked as she looked through her fridge for some leftover takeout.

"An artefact has been rumoured to have been located. We only have a rough location but our job is to collect it and deliver it before it disappears again." Her boss stated. "Oh, please don't send me to the middle of nowhere again." She whined, remembering her time in India a few years back. "It's not. You're going to Suwon." With that said, all information got displayed on her flat screen when she sat down in front of it, leftover chicken and a can of soda in hand as she scanned through it. "That's like a 30-minute drive." She stated shocked. What was a missing artefact doing in the middle of Korea. She was quite suspicious as there was no information on what artefact they were specifically looking for and no exact location, just a neighbourhood. "The good thing is, you can bring Nandi." Her boss said, knowing her suspicion towards the job never went unthought about. Right at the mention of her name, her beautiful baby came running towards her. 

Nandi was a Combai hound that she found during her job in India and was a great companion, and well trained at that. “Hello my sweet.” She smiled, getting down to her level so she could properly pet her. “Your equipment will be ready for you on the third floor. You’re leaving tonight.”

“Yes ma’am.” Quinn saluted getting ready to leave.

Night had already fallen when she was putting her belongings into her van and left.

When she was about halfway she felt it was safe to speak up. "You can come out now, We're outside seoul." She suddenly stated. “How did you know?" Wolf asked, ridding himself from the pile of stuff that covered him. “You really going to ask that?” Quinn chuckled. “Fair enough.” Wolf hopped into the seat beside her and looked at her with an innocent look. “You know you can’t actually escape, right? Every piece of technology we own is bugged. “ She stated giving him a blank look. “I know, but at least now she’s going to need someone to come and get me. So where are we headed?” Quinn just sighed and turned on the radio, not up for any social interaction at the moment. Wolf knew not to go against her and just leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, falling asleep.

He was abruptly awoken as he hit the ground with a thud. “Get out.” Quinn said as she stood by him. “You could have said that before you threw me to the ground.” Wolf sat up, rubbing his shoulder which was now sore. “There’s a bus stop not too far back.” She unloaded her stuff and leashed Nandi, quickly bringing them inside the small house before walking back to lock her car. All the while, Wolf sat on the ground in disbelief as she had passed him multiple times without even a glance. “What? You’re just going to send me off? I thought … . Can’t you just let me do this job with you?” “What and split the money?” She scoffed. “Forget it kid.” He rushed to his feet. She was supposed to be the one to train him but she had refused from day one. “I don’t need the money.” He said. She knew her obligations towards him and she hated it. Lightly cursing her boss she slightly turned towards him. “Fine.” She said trough gritted teeth. “Get inside before I lock you out.”

He walked close behind her “When are we actually starting the job?” He asked as he now awkwardly stood in the middle of the room. Quinn abruptly turned around, already losing her patience, even though this wasn’t all too clear to him. “Let’s get this clear, there is no we. You’ll be assist, that’s all. If you actually want to work with me you have a lot to learn. Zitao.” “How did you...?” He asked dumbfounded.

"Rule one, never carry your real ID." She said, holding a blueish card in between two fingers.

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