#john wick x caine

[live-with-love]

HULLO!!!!! :P

rank your top five fav ships from the john wick series !! :3

Hi, thank you for the ask. Just wanna put a disclaimer that my first venture into the JW fandom was through the fourth film, so my ranking list will be heavily biased on that movie.

John x Caine

It's not even one year since JW4 is out and John/Caine is already on the top ten most written ships on AO3 within the John Wick fandom.

This pairing has just the right amount of bittersweetness and melancholy for me, and putting it on top of the actors' chemistry, the gay divorced vibes, the bickering, friends to reluctant enemies, the parallels, being each other's mirror, their deep trust, understanding and care for one another, you get my number one JW ship on this list.

The friendship between John & Caine is definitely one of the most developed and convincing out of all the friends John Wick had in the series, and in spite of the circumstances forcing them to be pitted against each other, they still managed to find comfort in the other's presence regardless, and I think that in itself is beautiful.

2. Koji x John x Caine

You know what else is better than putting Keanu Reeves and Donnie Yen together in the same movie? Putting Keanu Reeves, Donnie Yen AND Hiroyuki Sanada together in the same movie.

You have already seen the incredible fanart [1, 2, 3] by the wonderful @ibahibut. They are THE old men yaoi of the recent decade of cinema, period.

The dynamics between the three of them are immaculate. Not only you have John & Caine (explanation above), John & Koji are very supportive of each other, and Koji & Caine have both the closeness and the inevitable tragicness that undercurrents their brotherhood.

All in all, I desperately need a prequel series of this trio.

3. John x Helen

It's the only canon romantic relationship in the series so it has to be on the list. Other than the fact that one of them is dead, I think that John/Helen is incredibly sweet, which make the heartaches even more painful.

John's grief for Helen's passing is one of the main driving forces for the character throughout the series. His almost religious love and devotion to his wife is all the more apparent given that Helen is the reason John had fought to stay alive for as long as four movies.

At the end of the day, John only wished to die not as the Baba Yaga but as a loving husband, finally succumbing to his wounds with Helen being his last thought before dying. (TAT)

4. Akira x Mia

Gosh, I love my lesbian rarepair too much. I initially shipped them merely for the shits and giggles (i.e. Akira getting back at Caine by dating his daughter lol), but then I also come to realise their potential as a pairing story-wise.

Outside of the obvious enemies to/and lovers vibes, I could imagine both Akira and Mia inheriting a lot of angst from their respective "father problems" that they must resolve between each other. Will Akira ever tell Mia about her plan to kill Caine? Will Mia ever understand Akira's revenge against her father? Will Mia decide to step into the fold of assassins because of Akira? Will Akira leave the High Table to be with Mia like how John did for Helen?

As a conclusion... Gosh, I love my lesbian rarepair too much.

5. Marquis x Wuxia DJ

The funniest and best crack ship ever made up in the John Wick fandom, and there's just the two of us, hahahaha. They give off high-school exes who are so, so fashionable and serve cunt while talking shit about the other behind each other's backs.

It's number five on my list because it's that good.

Honorable mention: Cassian x Gianna

Before the fourth movie is released, Cassian & Gianna is the only pairing I could see happening in the background. Cassian's loyalty to Gianna even after she died is very touching, and Gianna seemed very appreciative of it from the short interaction they have in JW2.

[kavalyera]

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[thedivinevera]

❦Alternative❦

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

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

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

Part 1 and 2

Yandere!multiple characters x gn reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Some meme :)))

[live-with-love]

Omg, the way you talk about John Wick x Caine from John's perspective is spectacular, but don't mind me for adding in Caine's perspective as well.

You are right in saying Caine is the more practical one about protecting the people he loves. His fear of losing his daughter is understandable, but it didn't dissolve the guilt of killing Koji. The line about the dead are gone and only the living matter could be interpreted as Caine trying to justify his actions, even if it was out of his control. He was so self-aware of the repercussions of what he did that he told Akira that he would be waiting for her to take revenge.

So as much as Caine teaches John how to live again, to process his grief and become less vengeful, John helps Caine to let go of his fears and guilt, because he knows from experience it wasn't their fault that shitty people like Iosef or Santino or the Marquis come in and ruin their lives all of a sudden.

What they did to Koji (and by extension Akira) may become a point of contention in their relationship, but that's for them to work it out on their own as well as together.

Furthermore, I believe John would be the most suitable partner for Caine in terms of quickly adapting to Caine's blindness and accommodating his needs. He will be gentle and caring, but not coddling as if Caine couldn't take care of himself. I also think John is not only accepting, but encourages Caine to reconnect with his daughter.

[Yeah, that's all I've got. Sorry for the abrupt ending. I have nothing else to add in regards to Churchduel since your answer for that question is perfect as it is.]

Hi there. I hope you are doing well. I just have a couple of questions I want to ask you.

What do you think of John & Caine as a ship?

How do you think Caine will react to Churchduel? I think he's gonna be very pissed about it even if he and John were just platonic close friends.

I love John and Caine as a ship! If I was a real matchmaker picking someone for John (not just picking who would be the most dramatic) I’d probably pick Caine. I think Caine is one of the only people who can really get through to John in terms of teaching him how to live again. That line about how the dead are gone and it’s the living that need help now - I think that viewpoint could be really beneficial for John. They are both deeply protective of the people they love, but Caine is healthier about it. More practical than vengeful. It could help John let go of the past and build something new, which is very sweet when taken in a romantic direction.

I also view this as a more stable and equitable ship than most - they’re so similar in temperament and background that I don’t think there would be a lot of tension. Most of their disagreements are philosophical. I think they’d have long conversations about life. Caine would mellow John out quite a bit.

As for churchduel, Caine would absolutely be pissed about that. He has no respect for Vincent, especially given the way that Vincent used his daughter as a bargaining piece. It would be very much a “wtf are you doing, John??” sort of response. And I think he’d be worried for John too, underneath that anger. Vincent is an admittedly weird choice, and someone who’s liable to take advantage of John’s kindness. So Caine would be concerned about that.

[fandomnerd9602]

Nathan Caine and Y/N Wick talk things over some iced coffee…

Y/N: how are you feeling today?

Nathan: better. thanks for visiting me in the hospital by the way

Y/N: of course. I kept a few people off your tail too

Nathan: umm…thanks?

Y/N: let’s just say you can repay me by ordering me a new box of sharpened pencils

[arece]

I’m really liking the idea of Caine accidentally growing attached to john wick’s daughter after John dies. Maybe he starts to worry about her now that she’s without John? I know if I were her I’d probably relapse hard with my mental issues and blame myself for his death. Do you have any headcanons for what Caine would be like with Reader in this scenario?

♤ a/n: Are you the same anon that asked for previous Caine head cannons? If so I love you head cannon anon <333 I hope this is what you asked for, I kinda got carried away with explaining Reader's grief, but like you said, she'd be in a bad place. I do think she'd have a very hard time accepting Caine after everything. The masterlist

Without further ado...

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It’s hard for Caine, he’s conflicted

He did all of this just to be free for his daughter but he also promised John - who got him out - that he’d watch after you

You who’s drowning in grief

You who’s so afraid of losing any bit of John you’re attaching yourself to the version of himself that belonged to the underworld

You who’s threatening to be dragged back to the place he fought to leave, the place John died to save you from

You who is so similar to John he finds himself almost forgetting you’re not biologically his

You who is everything John Wick wished to be, all the little bits of good he saw in the world - all the little bits he loved; Helen, the dog’s, your innocent admiration, desperation to be loved

You who looked at John like he was your world

You, who was John’s world

You who despite he sent away for two years, John ensured was safe, watched, cared for and killed those who still dared to hunt after

You, the only thing ever that managed to cure John Wick’s never ending need for revenge

You who John was willing to finally let everything go for

You who is everything John Wick

You who is slowly becoming the worst of what John Wick feared to be him

Caine couldn’t let that become of you

Not when he could save you in the way he was never able to save his dear friend

At first it was just a promise

Than it was to cure guilt

And then Caine introduced you to his daughter

Who you struggled to get along with as you couldn’t settle in the mundane lifestyle she had the privilege to grow in

But she was patient and loving and you stuck to her like glue

Sisters

And Caine was attached, protective in the way only a dad could be

He knew he’d never be able to say so, not when it meant the possibility of you running away in fear

Fear of replacing John while the grief is still so fresh - you weren’t sure if it would ever stop being so

So Caine will do what he’s been doing for so long with his other daughter

Caring and ensuring you're safety discreetly

Loving you like a father would from a distance 

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[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Caine Protecting You From Fellow Assassins

Caine X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Blood, violence, teasing, mentions of drinking

Word Count: 831

Footsteps echoed through the alleyway, rain slicking the concrete below your feet as the city’s lights left a haze across the building walls. It had been a job, supposed to be quick and easy, but whenever it came to inside jobs, it always went sideways fast. Now your target’s well trained and well armed guards gave chase. It didn’t matter their employer laid dead, blood staining the floors, it was a matter of honor and pride. And only your corpse could bring that. Caine had warned you against taking the job, but with a marker involved with your blood staining the insides you weren’t at the liberty to say no. Darting down another alley they passed by thinking you had continued straight. It wouldn’t fool them for long but it at least was giving you a moment to catch your breath.

You searched frantically for any other escape, even a fire escape would be nice but the cold bite of steel kissing your neck had you sucking in a breath. You braced for the end, waiting for that blade to open your throat to spill your life essence in the dirty puddles at your feet.

“I told you not to take this job.”

The familiar voice had you melting in relief as the cane sword was removed.

“Caine,” you hissed. “You scared me.”

“That was the point,” he said matter-of-factly before sheathing the blade.

“They had a marker on me,” you growled. “I couldn’t say no.”

“You can always say no,” he argued. “We all have a choice in this life.”

“Spoken like a man that doesn’t have a marker against him.”

“I’m not dumb enough to make that kind of promise, no matter the situation.”

You snarled pointing the pistol that was close to empty to his head, “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”

“Sure,” he shrugged once again unsheathing his blade at the sound of the men running towards your hiding spot. “How’s saving your neck sound?”

“Amazing,” you retorted.

His blade a blur of movement, striking true every time as you used whatever ammunition left to give him back up. Your lungs burned from all the running and fast movements, but your adrenaline kept you going as you didn’t want your time to end here. Caine always seemed to know where he was needed most at all times, despite being blind. He kept up smoothly with his bigger opponent. Quick slashes had the bigger man falling to his knees before Caine finished him off with one twist of his wrist, painting the side of the brick building with a spray of blood. Wiping off his blade, he grabbed onto your wrist as he lead you away. He could hear backup racing towards your location and he didn’t much feel like sticking around.

“Why are you leading me?! You’re blind!”

“I know where I’m going,” he retorted harshly.

A few moments later you clocked your head on a hanging ladder. The hit making your head spin before Caine was once more dragging you towards the next alleyway.

“Hey don’t blame me,” he grinned. “I’m the blind one here.”

“You did that on purpose,” you touched at the tender knot already welling up on your forehead.

“Ever heard the term blind leading the blind?”

“Since when am I the blind one in this situation,” you shoved at him.

“Since you can’t see fire escape ladders right in front of your face,” Caine chuckled tugging you closer into his side.”

“This is absolutely ridiculous,” you complained.

“Keep up,” Caine shouted, racing forward faster with you in tow. His speed surprised you as he used the end of his cane sword sheath to guide him through the alley, but he always seemed to know where the low hanging ladder rungs were as you tried to keep up dodging and tripping over your own feet. You were starting to get lost with all the turns Caine were taking you both down until the streets started to become more familiar. It didn’t take you long to recognize some buildings on the streets laying ahead. The Continental was close and instead of fighting men who were just doing their jobs, Caine had made the decision to whisk you away to the place where no business could touch the protected grounds.

“You’re a genius Caine,” you panted.

“Tell me that more often,” he smirked, “and I’ll buy you a drink.”

“Deal you wonderful man,” you laughed.

Once inside did Caine finally put away his weapon and straighten his suit coat.

“Try to keep out of trouble,” he said while turning away.

You cleared your throat, gaining the dark haired man’s attention.

“How about I buy you a drink before you go Caine?”

“Deal,” he paused, “then I’ll buy you one.” He offered out his arm once more but this time for a more leisurely walk to the bar below.

“Deal,” you replied taking his arm and leaning in to kiss his cheek. “Lead the way!”

[thesis-rose]

This is extremely canon

Fuck The High Table, love wins

[johnwickb1tsch]

bittersweet + ch 50

a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... all chapters

WARNINGS FOR THIS FIC: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, VIOLENCE, YANDERE SH!T. Minors DNI. Plz take care. I luv u all. 😘

50. last woman standing

You dream of John, swimming in a wine dark sea. He smiles for you in that enigmatic way, leading you further and further away from shore. You try to catch him, but he remains just out of reach, looking at you with those sad dark eyes. 

When you can no longer see land he finally reaches for you across the waves, water pooling in his cupped hands. 

“It was always going to end this way, kitten.”

Only then do you realize, you are swimming in a sea of blood. 

You wake violently with a gasp, bolting upright. Every cell in your body hurts, but it is nothing compared to the ache in your chest. 

John. 

Caine fucking shot John. 

Desperately you look around, clawing at the sheets tangled about your legs. You have to go. Somewhere. Do…something. 

Where the fuck are you?

In your manic desperation to get up at first you don’t even notice the elegantly dressed man sitting next to your bed. 

You freeze, fists clenched. 

Friend or foe?

He holds up two hands in a gesture of peace, dark hazel eyes crinkled at the edges in an expression of what you think might be sympathy. 

“Where am I?” You finally look around, taking in your surroundings. Pastel painted walls, high ceilings with opulent mouldings crumbling a little at the edges. Hand carved wooden furniture. A warm breeze whispers through the gauzy drapes of tall windows. 

“The Cartagena Continental, señorita. You are safe.” His voice is deep, accented. In a different circumstance, you might have been soothed. 

A thousand questions whip through your mind, yet somehow you are frozen, unable to voice any of them past a sudden and gripping sense of doom. 

Finally you settle on: “Cartagena, Colombia?” 

“Sí.” 

“How?”

“Señor Caine brought you. He asked that I look after you. Now that you are awake…I would like to call for the doctor?” 

You shake your pounding head, a high-pitched ringing sounding in your ears as adrenaline surges through your veins. “I’m sorry. I can’t stay. I have to go…I have to find him.” 

The older man looks at you apologetically. “Querida…there is nothing to find out there. It is all gone.”

“How do you know?” you demand hotly, not meaning to be rude but jesus fucking christ it can’t be true? 

“I have my sources,” he assures you.

“Who are you?” You narrowly avoid cursing at this man. How can he be so calm? Who gave him the right to look at you like a kindly grandpa while your life is going up in flames? 

“I am César, the Manager.”

You nod, trying to think past the hurricane that is happening between your ears. “Ok. Great. Can you arrange a boat for me? A guide? Winston Scott is my dear friend, he can guarantee any expenses.” 

Finally you manage to get out of the bed–and you fall right down, your legs not working at all. You have a sharp pain in your ribs. Broken? The tile floor is cold, and hard on your bare legs. You are wearing a t-shirt, and maybe not much else. 

“My dear, you have had a great ordeal. Please, you need rest.” He reaches out as though to help you back up, but you hold up your hands in the universal gesture of stop.

“I have to find him, señor.”

“I am so sorry, so sorry to be the one to tell you this, but John Wick is dead. When señor Caine sets out to take a life…he does not come back empty handed.” 

“You don’t know that. You don’t know John.” 

“I did know him, querida. I counted him a friend. Which is why I will keep you safe here, and see you back home. I am told…you were his world.” 

You look up at this man, drowning. He’s so damn certain. There is not an ounce of doubt in his tone, or his expression, and you break. The tears waylay you like a freight train, wretched sobs that rack your whole body. You hug yourself, rocking as you are thrashed by this storm of grief, and a part of you wishes that you could die from a broken heart. You would like to curl up on the cool floor, and just not feel anything anymore. 

How can you go on living, without him? 

You are grateful that the Manager does not try to touch you, though he hovers, clearly worried. You’re not sure how much time goes past as you spill your grief on the floor. You were so strong through all of it, you fought so hard, and for what? 

It all came to nothing. 

Finally you look up at him again through eyes swollen from crying, a terrible headache now splitting your skull. You catch a glimpse of yourself in a floor length mirror; you are cut, and bruised, and look like death warmed over.

Still, you ask, “Would it be possible to charter a boat? I need to see.” 

Maybe he can tell that you will do something even more drastic, if he does not agree to help you. Though he obviously thinks it’s a fruitless endeavor, he nods gravely, and picks up the bedside phone.

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Don César was right, unfortunately. 

Nothing remained in the spot where two multi-million dollar yachts had been anchored, and handfuls of speed boats besides. When the sea swallows the dead, she does a thorough job of it. 

This does not stop you from insisting your guide take you to all the nearby shores, looking for anything that might have washed up. You find debris…but no bodies. 

The kindly old man who pilots your boat, a personal friend of César’s, speaks low under his breath to his assistant. You catch the word tiburón, and you know he is certain the remains have been devoured by the sharks that ravenously patrol these warm waters. 

Again, you start to cry, though you are quiet about it now, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you pull your hat low, pretending the sun is in your eyes.

There is a tiny village nearby, and don Ronaldo takes you there, helping you question the locals when your Spanish fails you through the lump in your throat. No one saw anything, or found any survivors. The story is so consistent that you do not think they are lying out of fear of Cartel violence. There was simply…nothing to tell. 

You have run out of places to look. Despair spreads like black rot inside you, and as you return to Cartagena the overwhelming urge to throw yourself into the sea aches in your bones. 

You don’t, and not just because it would be a nuisance to don Ronaldo and Miguel to fish you back out. 

You don’t, because you know John would have wanted you to live. 

In one last Hail Mary you check the most obvious place, the hospital, but he is not there either. 

“Why didn’t Caine kill me?” you ask don César over a dinner you only poke at with your fork, in the opulent dining room of the Continental. 

“He said it was a last favor to an old friend, and that he expects the matter to end here, with you. Does that make sense to you, querida?” 

You nod sadly, pushing rice around your plate. “It was never my world,” you echo Caine’s last words to you. “I’m done.” 

John was your world. 

What is left to you, now?

***

As it turns out, the answer to that question is everything. 

As executor of his estate, Winston informs you that all of John Wick’s worldly possessions pass to you. He breaks this news as you are staring at the wall in the library of the Continental, Dog laying with his head in your lap. 

“But we were only engaged, Winston,” you say disinterestedly. Funny, that once you had to scratch and slave to make ends meet. Now that you are, apparently, a wealthy woman…you don’t care. You’re so fucking empty you don’t care about anything, really, except for Dog. 

“It matters not. He arranged for the change to his will the last time the two of you stayed here. He loved you beyond measure, y/n.” 

It occurs to you that maybe even back then, John suspected that ultimately he would not make it out of this last disagreement with the Camorra alive. For the umpteenth time, you start to cry, though you are getting stealthy about it these days. Tears roll, but you make not a sound. 

“I see.” 

“You are welcome to stay here for as long as you need, y/n.”

Perhaps Winston fears you might harm yourself, without his watchful eye upon you. He’s been so kind, and you suppose it is a comfort for him too, to mourn together. The elderly man showed you a tattoo of an Orthodox cross upon his hand, explaining that he had come from the Ruska Roma a lifetime ago, and that he had considered John Wick the closest thing he had to a son. 

“Thank you, Winston.” 

Though he is an exceptional conversationalist, it turns out that Winston is an excellent companion in silence too. You sit together on the couch, staring at nothing, but remembering a man for whom you both thought the world. 

*** 

Eventually you return to your home on the mountain. 

You feel like a wraith in a castle on the hill, rattling around the empty rooms, longing for a man who can never return to you. You feel his presence in every room. You sit with his books, and upon the furniture where you made love. You go to the kitchen, unable to believe he will never make another nourishing meal for the two of you there again, stealing kisses between chopping ingredients and stirring the pans. It feels cold, and bare, like every other space in this cabin turned mausoleum. 

You could sell it. You could sell it all, and make a clean start anywhere you want. You could travel the country with Dog, see all the things you’ve never seen. 

You can't do it.

It is the place where you loved each other, through better and worse, in madness and in health, and you cannot let it go. 

Your loneliness and your longing stretches on without end. It seems unbearable, this interminable sense of loss, but then you wake up, and do it all over again. 

You will never know another love like John Wick’s. The way that man loved you...it wasn't always right, but God, it had been fierce. 

Nothing will ever compare to it. 

You would give anything, pay any price, to have it back again. 

Helen's wisdom echoes even still. No matter John’s last wishes, without Dog to care for, you can't say you wouldn't have done something to end it all, just to have some relief from this crushing pain. 

Maybe no one will ever love you the way John did, but Dog does love you, and he needs you. It's no secret to you, that the only reason you wake up in the morning is to care for him. You try to be a good companion to him, though some days all you want to do is sit and stare at the wall. Loyally, he sits with you, waiting. 

You know that he misses John too. 

You should probably seek out some kind of therapy, but instead you turn to the outdoors. You and Dog hike all over the mountain, up and down, there and back again. It doesn't help you to forget, but it does help you to move.

Now you are the battered grouch who descends from the mountain in the Rover for the occasional cup of artisan coffee. Now that you have it, sometimes you leave a hundred dollar bill in the tip jar.

You still wear your ring. You don't intend to ever take it off. You don't intend to ever love again. 

Who could compare? 

What you would give, for that man to come out of the woodwork and kidnap you again. You wouldn't even complain. You wouldn't fight. You wouldn't throw books or sass or try to escape. You didn't even know how good you had it. 

You cycle through four of the five stages of grief like a cd changer on random. Denial, Bargaining, Anger, Depression… Everytime Acceptance seems like a barely visible speck on the distant horizon, you start all over again.

You read through the book you made together about Hades and Persephone again and again. Then you begin a new fixation with the myth of Cupid and Psyche. You feel for Psyche, for after she is whisked away to an isolated palace and loved by a mysterious stranger in the dark, is infected with inconsolable love and embarks on a series of trials to recover him. If you knew the way, you would march straight to Hades to snatch John from the River Styx, and you would fight anyone who got in your way. You’re pretty sure Dog could take Cerberus, for John.

Months go by. His scent has begun to fade from his clothes in the closet, and his shirt from the hamper you never could bring yourself to wash. 

You never drive the Mustang, but sometimes you just sit in it, and remember the rides he used to take you on (on the road and on his body). You do ride his motorcycle, and when you hit the straightaway at what feels like light speed somehow you feel close to him. 

Winter comes with a vengeance, driving you back inside once more. 

One day in December you are looking through the mail, sorting the junk from the bills, when something catches your eye. It's a travel brochure in glossy color. You've never received anything like it before. Curious, you flip it over to read the front. The title urges ‘Visit Argentina!’ in a sweeping font.

Something about this makes you pause, your pulse suddenly thundering in your ears. 

You open it up, finding colorful photos that could have come straight from your Pinterest travel board. The Grand Splendid bookstore, The Japanese Garden, the tree-lined streets of the Barrio Palermo, the Casa Rosada and the Plaza de Mayo, the Sunday Market in San Telmo… All things that you'd wanted to see someday. Things you'd talked about wanting to see…with John, while he’d smirked and rolled his eyes at you while absolutely indulging your excited rambling as you lay in his arms. 

You sit at the island and stare at this flyer, a strange feeling creeping over your skin. 

It's surely just a coincidence. The product of Google selling your search history, maybe, back when you used to think about the future with excitement and optimism, the whole world your oyster with John at your side. 

And yet. 

You sit, and you stare, and you think. 

You’ve replayed that night in your nightmares a million times over. Your memories are not clear; between trauma and your concussion, and it all happened so fast. But you saw him get shot. You saw blood spray. How could anyone survive that in the merciless ocean at night? 

Even John Wick had his limits���but he’s cheated death before.

What if?

It’s a question that surely can only lead to madness and heartbreak for you, but still, you ask it again and again. 

What if? 

You do not move until Dog nudges your leg, ready for your daily walk. 

Later you hike on autopilot down the wooded trail, but your mind is racing.

What if it’s a trap?

What if…it’s a message?

What if you are losing your fucking mind, seeing possibility where there is nothing.

You lay awake that night in bed, clutching the brochure, searching every line for some clue. There's nothing seemingly coded in the writing. No symbols that would mean anything to you. The travel company is legit; you look it up. But there is just this nagging little voice in the back of your head chanting: What if?

By the next day you are sleep deprived, possibly unhinged–and ready to pack your bags for Argentina.

TBC...

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[slippinninque]

🍷Girl Time🎀

AU SCENE DROP

just some girls hanging out and having fun!

(in which John gets to be happy thus everyone is allowed to as well)

feat: Koji Shimazu x BlackFemReader, John Wick x Helen Wick, mentions of Sofia x Caine

warnings: MINORS DNI, 18 +, cursing, drinking, sexual themes, just-playing-around fic, long fic, author smoked a fattie pls forgive

"Helen!"

"I"m sorry--I needed the points!"

"Wha'd you meean? You're winning! I was an innocent bystander," You shouted after Sofia and Helen's twin screeches, "I didn't want to think of good brother John like that...damn..."

You watched as Sofia held her head in her hands after the assault of Helen's admission. The other woman, red to her ears, snorted and chortled into the game card in her hand.

"I mean, honestly....ya'll went to a class to learn that or something?"

Sofia yelled your name and you broke as you held up your hands as you cried out. Was it in defense? Was it surrender? You didn't know but you were having a grand time.

You don't know what possessed Sofia to get an erotic card drinking game to play for an impromptu girl's night in, ("Hey, it was all the Dollar Tree had! All I needed was to break a $50!") but it was proving to be more entertaining than you thought.

Slapping on a point system definitely heated things up. With every question you refuse to answer, meant taking a shot. A question quickly enough answered meant the other two ladies took a shot.

You spoke on Koji's behalf and Helen spoke on John's. Sofia answered from her experience and a few dalliances you weren't aware of before. Hell, if anyone blew your brows up--it wasn't just Helen.

Eventually, everyone just started taking shots and pulling cards in semi-consistent order. Cabinets were raided for snacks and chasers as liquor and wine was poured. It got to everyone answering the question or everyone seeming it too "boring". It was more of a...communal scaring of the minds. Good stuff.

Abs aching, cheeks hurting and eyes tearing--you looked at the meager pile of cards in your pile. You could not afford another double-shot. Not if you wanted to lose control of your laugh and have Koji think you were in danger if he and the men returned early from their own 'fun night'.

While you aren't sure of how much Helen knew, you didn't want to blow John's spot when you both were invited to spend girl time with Helen while the men caught up amongst themselves.

You and Sofia introduced yourselves as old friends who were in the entertainment industry. You were a party planner while Sophia was a beast in catering--the type of ladies who didn't spend their time selling their blades and bullets for favors and money.

"--irl, are you listening?" Sofia wiped her face with the edge of her shirt, "Pull a damn card!"

Helen fanned herself with her cards, still laughing and you felt yourself starting up again. You hurried to pull a card, you read it aloud.

"Costumes , lingerie, or nothing at all?"

The two other women visibly lost a bit of interest at one of the tamer questions of the evening.

"Oh, that's not so bad..."

"Yeah, I mean men--what?" Sofia caught the wander of your eye and the sudden itch that came to your elbow, "Spill it! What does Mr. Honor like? He's tied you up, at least."

"No! Well, yeah--but wait!" You shook your hands to level your own attention more than theirs, "That don't matter right now--

"Is it the costumes?" Helen picked up when Sofia reached to pour a shot of tequila, "What is it? Policewoman? Femme Fetal? Oh, a sexy pierrot clown--"

"Neither!"

"Neither?"

Helen narrowed her eyes at you and took a very talk to me type of sip of her wine-whisky and Sofia doubling back to mouth, pierrot? to herself.

"You might have to walk with me a bit with this one, Helen--Sofia, you should know. Remember that part in Fresh Prince of Bel-Air when Aunt Viv--

Sofia squinted her features and you corrected, "Erm, the first Aunt Viv. Remembered when The First Aunt Viv told Uncle Phil that she had something to knock his socks off?"

You deepened your voice and straightened your spine as you mimicked your man, "'I'm not wearing any socks, just come out naked' --and I love my man down, but he just don't be caring for that too much. My sweet Kojiji..."

"Oh wow...."

"Are you serious?"

"Mhm! Honestly but Koji still surprises me to this day. I'd be minding my own business and--

Helen slapped her hands together, "Pounce!"

You snapped and pointed at her, "Indeed! I could be in in a shower cap and Crocs and Koji's all over me!"

"Caine's ass is like that too, I wonder if it's a thing from their little wolf-pack thing they have going on." Sophia hummed thoughtfully

Your eyes wandered as you laminated out loud, "I still can't believe that this is how I found that out that y'all be... touchin'."

Sofia only licked her teeth and you faked gagged.

It was very much like finding out your best friend kissed your other best friend and neither told you about it. The high-school of it all made it more hilarious and you intended to milk this betrayal up until Sophia gifts you with a dish of her famous kefta mkaouara .

You refocused when Helen's giggle descended into a cackle. It was a contagious sound and soon the trio of you were set off again, going up an octave when Sofia ended up knocking over the pile of playing cards.

You were delighted that Helen found John. She would keep him good company, keep him grounded. Helen was firecracker when fucked up, and she was a good woman through and through when sober. They were a perfect match.

A stray memory darted across your mind as you reached for the bottle Sofia offered and you snorted quietly yourself.

Helen waved a finger as she took another swig of her wine-whisky mix, "What was that? Spill!"

"Its not even my turn, it's--

"Spill! Spill! Spill!"

You couldn't handle the pressure, you squealed into your hands as your secret pressed up against your teeth. Alcohol loosened your tongue and it was ready to tell your business. You matched Helen's crisscross and clapped your hands to gather your thoughts.

"Weeell....there was this job, in the Poconos of all places, that Koji did not want me to plan for. He didn't like the customer. Met him once before or something like that."

You refilled your cup and continued, carefully editing the bloodier parts of the true story for Helen's sake. Sofia watched you with knowing eyes but eager for the part of the story she wasn't already familiar with.

"I got it done, wasn't a big party but some of my best work. Everyone was taken care of and I ended up getting recommended to plan a few others." You grinned when Sofia who applauded you in snaps, "Put the client in his place on the way out and I got paid. He got what he asked for, another one bites the dust right? Good job, right? Wrong."

That sent Helen into crisscrossing in her seat, "But why?"

"Girl, guess who came to pick me up?"

"Anything but that..." Sofia's words were tucked into a laugh.

"Koji Thee Shimauzallion himself. And guess who else? Mhmm! Your hubby! That man was the only one who knew about it 'cause he was my damn ride!"

Sofia shuffled the deck of playing cards as she thought out loud, "I think I remember this, Caine felt caught in the middle or some other Brotherhood of the Travelling Henley or something..."

Helen gestured for you to handle her the bottle you obliged as she fussed, "How dare he? You're his bro too and women wear Henleys He can't just rat you out like that!"

"Damn fucking right we do and thank you for saying so! Ah... right! I pack all my equipment up and have my little walk of shame to the car. John's driving and Koji is in the front seat, he never sat apart from me, so I'm thinking shit he's really pissed."

"Mind you this was before we were serious-serious, I just liked him a lot at this point. That's important to the story."

Sofia nods, "Of course! 'course."

"Right, right." Helen hummed.

"So. Here we are. John giving me a sorry buddy-ass stare in the rearview, Koji looking out the window and shit lookin' like he 'bout to tell me pack my denman brush and go and I'm low-key pissed because I was having a good night..."

You had to take a breath from your ramble to laugh. You don't know why you did it, but you took a pour from Helen when she forgot to put the bottle back onto the table.

"He tells me how disappointed he was that I would so such a thing and put myself at risk and dootdootdoot," Sofia chuckled at casual your skipping through dirty details, "I tell him I'm grown and I can ki--handle, handle anybody who needs it, he aint' trying to listen..."

You took a breath and scratched your eyebrow, "We're actually starting to have our first argument at this point! We tell we both tell the other didn't like it, but it was new and it was angry and..."

A dramatic pause for effect had Helen leaning in her seat and Sofia posing to throw a peanut at you.

"Kojitoremyassouttheframe," You let it rush out of you in a sigh as you remembered the only fight you were glad to lose, "Yes, baby girls. Yes, he did. He may have not known it then, but he used that good dick for evil that night."

Sofia was folded over and Helen was recovering from nearly snorting wine-magic out her nose. You carried on through your own building hysterics.

"Listen y'all! This is what happened after! This man gonna look at me and tell me if I ever feel like acting out again to come and find him, he'll give it to me again. Girl, I was through. I rolled him a cigarette, too..."

The sound of laughter felt so good to hear, laughing felt so freeing to do. You needed this time more than you realized and was already planning for future gatherings.

Helen sighed, turning her face up to the ceiling to try and get air. She took a supportive sip of liquor as Sofia wobblily searched for her glass.

"Don't let them quiet ones fool you, right Hel'? It's a real mutherfucker up under them puppy dog eyes..."

Helen rubbed her eyes with the backs of her hands, breathing in wetly.

"To be comply honest ladies, something similar happened to me with John."

"Oh my God!!"

"Spilly-spill-spill~!"

"Okay, okay! Spill I shall..."

Turns out that John had the audacity to hint that Helen wasn't capable of talking care of herself within the short distance it took to get to her car from her workplace doors.

Helen had the brilliant idea to go out with some girlfriends and not tell John. Fully intending to have a cool story when she returned home about how she was a 'big girl' and could do as she pleased. You gasped and nearly choked while Sofia went off like a low, wide eyed police siren,

"Yyyoooou can't be doing no shit like that, Helen! You ain't scared of shit?"

"Pfft, well yeah... just not Johnny."

Of course you rose you glass to that, "Go off, Helen..."

Helen snorted but gave a little tilt to her head that had you pointing accusingly. Spill.

Sofia caught on and her eyes narrowed, "Yeah, how'd stand of yours end?"

Helen suddenly found her nails very interesting, "Well...."

Helen described the dark look in John's eyes as he stalked into the bar. Helen remembered aloud how he scanned the crowd, finding her as easily as if she were the only one in the room.

"I-I froze! It was so weird and my girlfriends took the blame but he knows me, it was totally my idea!"

"Then what after that? I know good brother John didn't let that fly..." You giggled with Sofia's, knowing how John could get when he felt wronged.

Helen picked up her drink and muttered something into the rim before taking a hearty sip. You squinted as what Helen said fell short of your ears.

"Huh? What was that?" Sofia apparently heard judging from the Cheshire smile on her face, hand cupped to her ear.

Helen's answer was to go from flushed pink to raging red up to her ears, "I said we never made it out the parking lot!"

You pointed and laughed but hoped Helen saw the comradery in it. You got some popcorn and blame thrown your way but couldn't stop laughing. It may have been the liquor or the overload of endorphins--but you were so happy.

You can finally say you had friends.

Smiling dopily at the two women across from you and relaxing into the plush seat, you reached for another card to start more shit.

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✨ending notes✨: This was sooooo much fun to write and a good release!🫣 this idea of an unhinged girl night would not leave me alone, forgive me for any foolishness as i was smoking on my day off 🤣t. i may do a prt2, what do ya'll think?

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[live-with-love]

Hello :3 Do you have any favorite John x Caine headcanons? Any cute moments between them that play on repeat in your head?

Have a lovely day! ✨

Thank you for the ask, my friend! I am more than happy to share with you some of my favourite John/Caine headcanons (though a lot of them will be too obvious).

Caine likes to touch John's face, map out every inch with his hands and commit it to memory: cupping his cheeks, trace his eyebrows and nose, smooth out his wrinkles, scratching his beard, combing through his hair... And John likes it, of course, finding intimacy and comfort and relief in being touched like that. (Sometimes, it leads to kissing and maybe even more 🤭)

John wants to learn to cook all sorts of noodles, especially Asian noodles, for Caine: chow mien, pan mien, wantan mien, etc. Caine was initially taken back by the idea but eventually comes around to it. He appreciates John's sincere efforts and sometimes joins in on John's cooking while giving commentary on John's food. (The one time John cooked ramen, it tasted so good that Caine cried because it reminded him of Koji's ramen.)

At one point, Caine complains to John to give Dog a real name, to which John rebutted that Caine's name is one letter away from "cane". (When Caine gave himself that name before he went blind, it was because he wants people to remember him as the guy who kicked their ass with a fucking cane.)

Their favourite pastimes at home are singing karaoke, watching movies, listening to music, sleeping and eating. Occasionally, they would spar with each other to test their skill sets, and Caine will never stop showing off how much better he is than John at it.

It is very likely the two of them will be staying in Paris, since John's house in New York got burned down and Caine was already familiar with the city. Somewhere during their relationship, Caine starts to hold John's right forearm while walking through the streets, even though he clearly doesn't need to.

It was easy to forget that John was missing a ring finger on his left hand, that he never got Helen's ring back from the Table. It was also easy to forget that Caine still wears his wedding ring from his previous marriage. Then when Caine one day suggested to John to get a prosthetic finger, John outright refused and they had their biggest argument yet. The next day, John noticed that Caine no longer wears his wedding ring.

When Caine puts down his sunglasses, John makes sure that he's safe and comfortable with showing him the true colours of his eyes, giving him kisses on the eyelids as reassurance.

Okay, I think that's all for now. Hope this answers your question.

[kavalyera]

john wick incorrect quotes (ship version)

[astoldbyaja]

Osaka Sunbird

One shot on what would happen if Koji Shimazu didn't die after his fight with Caine. What if a past love actually saved him?

Koji Shimazu x Black Female OC

In Another Life

Koji Shimazu gasped hard, his body jolted almost as he saw a white ceiling. Was this the afterlife? He moved to sit up but the sudden pain to his body made him still. His vision was a tad blurry, he didn’t have his glasses on.

“Akira…” he rasped lowly. Where was his daughter? He remembered fighting Caine, the final blow, and his vision going dark in his daughter’s arms. “Akira!”

A high-pitched noise made him look to the side, it almost sounded like someone was shushing him? He saw blurred flowers painted on walls and that alone was familiar to him. He was in one of his hotel rooms. It wasn’t demolished? There was silence now and he tried to move his hands only to see his wrists chained to the bed. What was going on.

“What is this!” he shouted, a panic overcoming him mixed with confusion of his surroundings and fear he didn’t know where his daughter was. “AKIRA!” His chest hurt but he didn’t care. Suddenly the door of the room slid back and a black figure stood there. Koji was still as he saw the slim figure of someone in a black mask with two white dots side to side and a big wide smile painted beneath.

“You are like a baby, not knowing when to be silent!” the female voice hissed. The African accent made Koji recoil. He was familiar with that tone.

“Gemini Abara… what are you doing here?” he rasped. The woman crossed her arms.

“Protecting you. Mother heard John Wick had been here and knew there would be trouble so she tasked me with locking down your hotel and cleaning it up so you can get back to running it.” she said almost with a pout. Koji was heavily confused. Why would she be here after all these years.

“My daughter… Akira, she is injured.” he said swiftly. He needed to know if she was alive. Gemini gave a curt nod.

“I have birds out looking for her right now.” she informed. He sighed with mild relief, hoping that she was safe. She knew of many safe havens to go to if the hotel was ever under siege. The masked woman struts over to him before reaching into her suit pocket and pulling out his glasses. She put them on his face, uncuffed his hands, then went over and pulled up a chair and sat down, crossing her legs and tapping her black boot up and down.

“My staff?” he asked.

“Those who can be saved will be saved, the dead will be buried all expenses will go the Abara Family. As of right now your hotel is simply... under construction.” she informed. Koji shook his head.

“I should be dead.” Koji said and Gemini nodded.

“I wanted to let you die. You brought my mother nothing but pain yet she told me to do all I could to bring you back. Luckily Caine still decided to spare your life. I guess you both having a daughter gave him a change of heart.” she said venomously. Koji inhaled some and looked down at his body finally having the will power to sit up. His body was bandaged and the bullet wound he had was cleaned and bandaged.

“And what will the High Table think of one of its own going against them?” he asked. The woman was silent as the sound of heals on marble floor came gently down the hall. Koji looked toward the door and Gemini stood up as the door slid open. His eyes slowly filled with emotion as a woman entered. She was aged like Koji, but her milk chocolate skin showed no cracks of age. Her once long curly hair was now shoulder length and black. Her body was still very much in shape as she stood with poise. She was in a red dress and red headdress.

“Amara.” Koji said breathlessly. The woman looked at her daughter and just nodded. Gemini bowed and exited the room leaving the two alone. Amara looked at Koji with warmth in her soft green eyes and slowly approached.

“Hello Koji.” she said gently moving to bring the chair closer to sit down beside him. Koji looked almost mesmerized as the woman smiled at him. “Considering everything, you look well.”

Her voice was like music to his ears, a melody he had missed for over twenty years.

“Amara I- ” he was a loss of words. Slowly Amara shook her head.

“Don’t speak. I have everything taken care of here.” she said assuredly. Koji still shook his head.

“Your brother sits on the High Table. They’ve released the Marquis to capture John Wick. The hotel was deemed deconsecrated.” he said. Amara just placed her hand gently on his chest gently shushing him.

“It’s alright. My brother owed me a favor and a marker.” she replied. Koji raised his hand and slowly placed it over hers, even going so far as to gently hold it.

“You wasted a marker on me, Amara-”

“Some things go further than markers… like brotherhood and a love we once shared for each other.” she said. Koji stared at her stunned before the door slid open again. Gemini came in.

“Intombi ka-Osaka ifunyenwe.” she informed. (Osaka’s daughter is found). Amara nodded.

“Mziseni apha.” she commanded and Gemini nodded and closed the door. Amara looked at Koji with a smile before slowly standing.

“Your daughter has been found and she will be here any moment. I leave you to repair your hotel and restore it to its excellency. Your doctors should be able to take your medical care from here.” she replied. She began to withdrawal, but Koji quickly took hold of her hand before she was too far away.

“Amara… thank you.” he said. The woman smiled and gave a brief nod before moving to the door. “And you are wrong…”

She paused and turned to him curiously as he just shook his head.

“The love we once shared is incorrect. My love for you will always burn bright in my heart.” he said. Amara stared at him for a moment before smiling lovingly at the healing manager. Her hand came up to gently graze his soft skin. Oh how she missed his touch.

“As my love for you.” she said before turning and moving out the door. Her footsteps echoed in his mind as they grew faint, just like when she left all those years ago.

Amara walked down the halls of the hotel with power and strength. As she passed through the hallway, figures in red suites and masks moved to stand behind her silently falling in line two by two to escort her through the halls. As they got down to the lobby which was being cleaned and decontaminated, an injured Akira was being held by the side by one of her guards. As she limped through looking around heavily confused as to what was going on, she was passing the woman in red.

She knew this woman, Lady Amara Abara, sister of the High Table Roman Abara and sister of Poison Master, Satin Abara. The Abara Family was very well known and for a member to be here confused the young concierge. But Amara would not look her way as she walked.

Koji lied back against the bed thinking of the woman who was just here. The woman who could bring him to his knees in seconds. Memories of the past rolled into his mind.

“We were fools to think our families would allow us to be together. Our paths did not involve each other.” Koji said and Amara closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face.

“For being powerful people, we are completely powerless when together and that will result in weakness.” she admitted.

“Goodbye, Amara.” he said.

“Goodbye, Koji…”

The door slid open and Akira was brought in.

“FATHER!” she cried out and Koji looked at her with tears in his eyes as the two embraced. Overwhelming joy filled his body as his daughter was alive and well. He pulled back to look down her body.

“Your wound.” he said. Akira shook her head.

“There are medical staff here… Father I thought you were… How?” she asked. Koji slowly looked toward the door.

“It seems we owe a large gratitude to Lady Amara Abara and her Sunbirds.” he said. Akira looked at her father’s face seeing that look of longing. She has noticed that look many times when discussion of The Abara Family came up around him. She wasn’t a fool, she had known for a very long time her father was not truly in love with her mother, even if he treated her with love and respect. She remembered her mother telling her there are two kinds of love: loving someone and being in love with them. Her father loved her mother, but he was in love with another. She finally looked back at the door remembering the look of strength on Lady Amara’s face as she led her assassins from the building. It was her. She looked down slowly before looking up at her father.

“Maybe you will see her again.” she said. Koji looked down at his daughter giving a gentle smile.

“Maybe… in another life.”

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Author’s notes

So if you’ve read my Pink Blossom, I feel this is just another life of where Grace and Ujio found each other. Now I do have a chapter started about the youth of Koji Shimazu and Amara Abara, but I’m still deciding if I want to work on it. But we will see hehe

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[timeoutsoup]

DP x John Wick

Adoption AU

Caine moves him and his daughter to John’s town. They become neighbors and protect each other’s children. Both are retired and have kids so it makes sense.

Elli likes having another girl around. Mia thinks Danny, Elli, and Dan are weird but adorable child. They behave when she babysits.

This both pisses off and terrifies the high table.

[twistedbloodstain]

vincent de gramont x reader: you had a speech, you're speechless | the calm before the storm.

plot: the one where you try to get what you want.

warnings: (plot could be reader girlbossed,gaslighted and gate kept her way to success?), more threats, vincent slowly loses the idgaf war bc he’s down bad, bad transitions bc this was supposed to be one part only :<, ooc!vincent (he liked playing savior in this sorry)

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part one

you sat as you stared in silence.

you were still in the marquis’ estate, still imprisoned but only for a few more days until you make your departure to the tokyo continental with caine.

you were bored and impatient right now.

earlier you decided to make use of the large library the marquis had, a large book about dangerous poisons found in the wild that was supposed to occupy you was abandoned on your lap.

the room was quiet, but you? not so much. pent up rage was scratching to get out of you the longer you spent under his roof.

the threat of the death of your family still loomed over your head like a noose, the marquis was taking every measure to keep you obedient to his requests, thankfully you were still informed on the current plans of evasion once john wick was confirmed to be within the territory of the hotel.

you were informed yesterday that once he was sighted on continental grounds while being stalled by your father, the marquis’ men would storm into the hotel blocking every crevice for exit. the marquis chose to at least have sixty men enter the premises but you couldn’t help but worry with how little it would matter for wick.

you feared for your father’s safety, you preferred to keep him away from john’s grasp afraid that when his trick was uncovered his blood would be the first one to spill on the ground. you wanted to raise concern about this but your voice mattered little to the interests of the table.

you were not in favor of the attack being in the tokyo continental, much more with your family present during it.

as of today, no briefing of further improvements from the plan hasn’t been given to you. it made you antsy and nervous with the current steps provided, you wanted your family safe and sound by the end of this. so you came up with a different approach which you wanted to share with the marquis, once you’re called to his office.

a sound resonates through the room, someone knocks the door you voice out for the person to come in and the door opens. a guard enters the room and tells you the marquis would like to see you. 

you nod and make your way to the door.

once you face the familiar door of the marquis’ office, you hesitantly knock and swallow all your fear and trepidations, shrugging it off in exchange for your strength. you found it difficult to deal with him, not when he always reminded you of murdering your family.

the door’s opened by a pair of guards, revealing the marquis sat on his office chair. you walk inside to the table where he gestures for you to sit down. you accept and plop yourself on the cushioned chair.

you greet him with a false smile plastered on your face.

“i have something to ask you, mademoiselle.” he starts.

“ask away.” you reply leaning back on the chair to relax.

“do you have the faintest idea where john wick might be?” he asks in wonder.

“i’m afraid not.” you hesitantly answer.

“hm..my men say the same. such a disappointment.” he mutters, you ponder if you or his men were the disappointment he was referring to.

“still no word from him?” you question.

“none, not a single trace of him.” he replies in annoyance, “the tokyo continental reports that he has not made his entry yet, you may be coming back later than predicted.”

“perhaps..i may be of help.” you carefully trudge out. he laughs in delight and faces you, staring into your eyes.

“and how would i do that by letting you leave? you know the answer to that.” he chuckles.

“no..of course not. i’m starting to enjoy the lovely company of your estate, it would be horrible to leave so soon.” you scoff at that in hilarity. you did wish could leave his estate right now and you did plan to offer finding john yourself but was quickly extinguished, luckily there’s also plan b.

“i know someone,” you continue, “a tracker, a damn good one at that. if you let me speak to him, surely he would be able to find john wick in less than a day.” you persuade him.

the marquis frowns at that, he remained unconvinced with your idea. clearly, the thought of you running off to betray him was still fresh in his mind after all your steadfast refusal of him a few days earlier were still present.

it would take more than sweet and flowery words to get him to slowly listen to what you have to say, even if it’s very unpleasant for you.

it’s not like you have much of a choice when it comes to him, you either have to endure your stone cold facade or delicately peel your layers down for him.

you need to appear genuine to him, that your interests have finally aligned with his and he can trust you on fragile matters such as the one he is facing right now. he needs to be convinced that like him, you are just as determined to see john wick dead.

you’ll need to trick him with his desires and ideas. manipulate his pride and fears to bend his will to yours just as he did to you.

you’re not the only one who knows how to play, you thought.

he has often weaponized your love for you family to force you to obey him, a sharp weapon he has wielded against you and others, like caine. you don’t want to end up like caine, like a dog that sits and barks according to his master’s command. you cannot afford that especially with your family’s line of work and the marquis’ empty words.

but neither does he know the very sword he held could be used against him, with the right movement and grip it could be used to slit his throat and he wouldn’t see it coming.

“although your offer is welcomed, i have reasons to doubt the skill of this tracker you speak of.” he responds, reclining on his chair.

“i know.” you whisper, “but if his skill is the reason for your doubt, i can only say he’s the most efficient one i know of.”

“tell me, mademoiselle what is his name?” he inquires, digging into your offer.

“i’m not quite sure what his name is but he refers to himself as a “nobody”” you eagerly reply.

“any man who is afraid to reveal himself is a coward,” he retorts.

“well, we never bothered to inspect and investigate his real name out of respect and professionalism, he delivers as expected and requested.” you defend.

“tell me about this mr. nobody’s work.”

“we hired him when he started his early days as a tracker, my…mother and i were abducted by some russian mafia in our home.” you sigh shakily, “my father had hired every available tracker and assassin staying in the continental but they returned empty handed or their head in a box. out of pure desperation, a man offered to find us and return with information.” you continued.

“in less than two days, he returns with the intel and later that very same day, i came home.” you finish.

“and your mother?”

you open your mouth but nothing comes out, the world seems to halt as you recount the events that occurred during that day. you swallow a sob and sigh shakily again before trying to find your words. nothing comes out of your mouth as you fiddle with your hands, when you look up you see the marquis staring at you.

“i..i don’t..i can’t”  you look away from him and stutter, a tear falling down on your cheek.

“i apologize for pressing on, i should’ve known that something frightening like that must still hurt.” he apologizes.

“no..it’s alright. i understand.” you exhale nervously.

“i know that both of us started on the wrong path but rest assured, my loyalty and obesience is tied to you just as my family is. you have no reason to trust me as your advisor or confidant but i promise you, from this day and forward i will give you no reason to distrust me,” you announce, “i want us to be allies, you have proven yourself a better ally and a formidable foe. i want you to succeed, for my family’s sake and yours, let me help you.”

you finish your words, slightly breathless from it. you watch carefully for the marquis’ reaction to your words, for any trust or strife that might develop on his very lovely face.

quite unfortunate you plan on seeing that face dead on the floor.

the marquis stands up from his chair and your blood runs cold, still unsure with what he was going to do with you. he leaves his chair and makes his way towards you, you keep your eyes on him just as his eyes are on you. 

his eyes were empty and uncanny but still carried a certain steel to them, like it carried unbridled violence and anger under that polished and elegant exterior fighting to get out. he stops in front of you, still sitting on the chair and reaches for your hand.

you let him take it curious as to what he was going to do with it, your sense slowly going manic out of fear that he might hurt you because he saw through your farce attempt to sway him.

the jolt of pain never arrives.

instead a delicate gesture is given to you, probably the most delicate thing he’s ever given you.

he kissed your hand.

the back of your hand.

your brain short circuited from that in confusion, was it an odd french tradition or act was happening right now, you never expected the marquis to be a gentleman especially with how rough you had been handled to captivity.

you look up at him, your hand hovering over his lips and a strand of hair falling on his forehead. if you didn’t know better, you’d think he was an eligible prince out of fairytale stories, all princely and honorable. he certainly looks the part, but you know what his nature is like, he has violent impulses and greedy desires the keeps him together.

“i believe you, mademoiselle. i will be willing to accept any offer of your help to improve our current operation.” he promises.

“thank you.” you put on the sweetest smile and probably the only genuine smile you’ve cooked up under his roof. slowly but surely, it can be safe to assume that you’d wormed your way into his head with a sob story and a few tears.

“perhaps, you’d like to discuss more of your suggestions over dinner?” he offers.

and lovestruck? or cuntstruck, you’re not sure, that part surprised you but you’ll welcome it nonetheless, any opportunity to warp his decisions is appreciated.

tears are a woman’s weapon, also what’s between their legs but god knows that you don’t need the latter for that when it comes to him hopefully, you could tease him for that or toy with him but it won’t come to the point you’ll give it to him, your tears were sufficient enough.

“of course.” you beam at his request.

the pieces of his downfall fall into their places.

you finish tucking the buttons of your coat as you prepare to leave the estate, you were currently shrugging on your trench coat that was graciously returned to you, you had worn it on your arrival here and it had sentimental value to you so..yay.

you fix the sleeves to fit your arm, the weather outside was freezing cold with the current storm raging outside the walls of the marquis’ estate. you search for your gloves and speak of the devil, who was sitting on the couch of the guest room.

“are you sure you wish to join them, mademoiselle?” he inquests in annoyance.

“it’s my father’s territory, he will need me.” you reply.

“i’m quite sure that they will be fine on their own.” he mumbles slowly but still clear enough to hear.

you look back at him as slowly sips the glass of wine perched on his hand. he held and drank it with a certain grace and poise that you’re sure only nobility does. that’s what he was though, he was a marquis. it’s only fitting.

you don’t bother to make a reply for his statements of contention, he had already given his word to you and it was already settled, you are leaving for the tokyo continental. although he doesn’t seem lenient you don’t need to wander far enough to know the reason why.

maybe your little game of manipulating him to his good graces went a tad bit too far, ever since the both of you began to have dinner together ever since that night he insisted to dine with you for the following days, saying something about “business talks”, despite the fact that once the doors closed and the both of you were seated, the talk of work seemed little to none as the days pass by.

you could see through his bluff, if there were another pair of eyes and a brave tongue it would be logical to say that he likes you and that these dinners were an attempt of courtship.

the marquis courting you, very funny.

if you told yourself this would happen a few weeks ago, you might’ve laughed yourself out. yet it’s here, the marquis likes you and he is courting you. you anticipated his allyship, that he might see you as a business companion rather than someone he’d be interested in but you don’t mind. you did achieve his trust and somewhat assisted him in some matters so you don’t mind when he stares at you most of the time even if it feels eerie.

out of caution and to keep him pleased, you tolerated his advances. you accepted the invitations to dinner,lunch, breakfast and every mealtime possible, you gave your most genuine advice when he asked for it and you graciously accepted his gifts, all expensive with the might that money could buy.

and you force a sweet smile every time he enters the room, just to make him think it’s reserved for him and only for him. you charmingly call out his name, just to make his head turn and keep his attention on you. most of all, you chuckle when he hints on keeping you here with him.

…

when you first heard this you almost lost your composure, almost cracking your exterior but you’ve seen with your wit and his combined every business operation that occurred had gone smoothly for the past weeks, you assumed it’s only practical for him to keep wise people around him so you shrugged it off.

however, it happened several more times. you realize that it meant more than that, he actually fucking likes you. not in a business sense but in a love interest kind of sense, you were in deep trouble because you understood that you had to be more careful than ever but also you had him blind enough to no longer see the betrayal that lingered beneath your skin.

his hints were…frightening to say the least, you had no intention of extending your stay in his estate but his words were unsettling with how he could just act on them with the snap of his fingers.

at first they had been polite, more like an invitation than an intrusive thought that left his mind. he gave out invitations on extending your stay for “business” and when you courteously refused he’d assert on you coming over for specific times of the year where “the weather is the loveliest”. you looked up the dates he’d given out and it revealed to be the worst times and you can’t help but ponder if the marquis actually appreciated these times and it was a personal preference or it was just a coincidence that flights were usually delayed or unavailable during it.

the ones that followed were the hardest to deflect, he’d contend for you to visit specific places like museums or lavish art shows. you’re quite sure that it’s an effort to make you fall in love with the place but you’ve either politely accepted or declined.

the latest statements started with some parts of the estate that you appreciated which seemed harmless at first but then raised some concerns, he mentioned how awful you must miss it when you leave and that he wouldn’t be bothered if you stayed for a few more months.

yes. he said months.

you almost spat out your drink because of that but gladly you easily regained your composure and expressed how you wish you could hide away from the world to spend time in his garden.

all lies of course.

you give out a small smile and finally make your reply, his eyes expectant for your words.

“i agree, but it doesn’t hurt to be cautious. does it not?”

“i suppose you are right.” he gives in, his face slowly merging into the cold stature quite unpleasant that you didn’t insist to stay.

“oh, i think i forgot to mention this to you but my sister and i have this matter to take care of..around here. can i expect you to host us?” you suggest to him, you almost see his eyes light up in happiness and the cold stature disappears, a smirk replacing it.

“of course. anything for you, mademoiselle.” he beams.

“lovely.” you smile at him again.

you didn’t have any work to do here with your sister. it was just a lie to keep him happy of course but you found yourself keeping him delighted more than ever. it was becoming pathological, whether it was keeping him satisfied or successfully cooking up a lie on the spot.

you turn your back from him again and walk towards the table stationed beside the mirror. you spot the black briefcase on the table and open it, a click echoes through the room as the case reveals a silenced handgun perched delicately between the satin cushion.

another precaution in case things get even uglier.

“i have something for you.” the marquis calls out, you hear the glass of wine clinking as it’s set on a glass table and his footsteps that get louder while he heads towards you.

this is it.

in a span of a hours or days you’ll be safe.

you’ll never have to worry about your family being slaughtered like pigs ever again.

john wick will give you the solace and vengeance you’re yearning for.

and the marquis will be dead.

he’ll be dead.

he has to.

no more spending your mealtimes with him. no more walks in the garden of his cavernous estate. no more deep talks of analysis about paintings or musical pieces the world offered.

there won’t be vincent, vincent who is looming behind you as you tuck the gun underneath your coat.

he won’t be there anymore. you exhale.

“close your eyes, mademoiselle.” he softly whispers into your ear, you realized how close he was within your proximity with how you could hear his breath, “one last gift before you leave.”

you stop your movement and indulge in him for one last time.

you close your eyes and harden yourself, remembering the things he said to you under captivity, how he easily threatened to murder your father and sister as if it was a simple greeting to you. how he always held power in the room whenever you were there. how it would be a piece of cake for him to kill you within a second if he wanted.

you feel something cold trace your neck, you flinch and reach up to grasp it until you’re stopped with vincent’s palm, which is comparably larger than yours. he softly rubs his fingers into the back of your hand, making smooth circles to soothe you when he noticed your apprehension.

“you have nothing to fear. this is a gift, you will see it when i tell you to open your eyes.” he tuts.

for a moment, you thought he was going to strangle you until you came to your senes and realized it was likely a piece of jewelry. you lower your hand wanting to get rid of the contact your hand made with his. his hand stayed for a few seconds before squeezing it then letting go.

his hands linger behind you, now at your hair tucking it to the side so he could hook the necklace in place. it takes him a several seconds to achieve that, the warmth of his fingers sometimes making contact with your neck every one in a while. everytime it made contact, goosebumps erupted on your arm and a warm flush appearing on your face.

you two have never been this close.

whenever it was dinner, the both of you were at least a few meters away whilst you chatted and ate. when it was for the walks you both kept a respectable distance from each other.

this is is entirely different.

“open your eyes.” he whispers again before turning you to face him.

you open them and glance down at your chest, you see the thin silver chain that was adorned around your neck and a small pendant that rested high. your eyes widen when you realize what the pendant was.

it was his sigil. it was the marquis’ sigil around your neck.

the very same sigil pinned on the blazer of his suit.

not a lot of people can don it.

you look up to him speechless. your brain couldn’t formulate a single coherent thought with what just happened. vincent on the other hand, looks pleased with himself. he seemed to enjoy your state of shock and confusion.

you might’ve belittled what he felt for you. surely, this really means something.  you didn’t expect him to be so bold with his affection, he was leaving his mark before you left, even with the reassurance that you would return.

he wants everyone to now that even if he isn’t in the room and you aren’t within his estate, you were his.

“do you like it? looks familiar no?” he teases, before taking another step closer to you, you wanted to take a step back but because of your shock you failed to do it.

he takes the pendant and toys with it on his hands, a smile forming on his lips as he stares into your eyes and you realized he’s waiting for your answer.

“it’s beautiful.” you squeak.

his smile even widens with your reply, “i’m glad you like it. i have more trinkets shaped like this, i would be happy to show them to you.” he offers.

“yes, that would be certainly interesting.”

he lets go of the pendant and lets his hand linger below your face, he stares at you and you look at him wary of the next thing he might do. your brain is not processing anything right now and the next thing shakes you to your core. vincent hesitantly reaches up to the side of your face to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.

your entire body shuts down as he leans even closer and his hand leaves your hair as it travels to your jaw, he redirects your gaze to him.

“i want you to stay safe. do not deviate from the plan no matter how chaotic it gets, if things end up worse than expected you know where the extraction site is, let caine lead. if you see john wick do not go after him. do you understand?” he whispers.

still speechless, with the constant shock going through your body, you failed to make a reply which even solidified another shocking event to stun you even more.

with your lack of reply his other arm reaches behind and grasps your waist and pulls you towards him, flushing your body against his warmth. you gasp stunned with how close the both of you are as your hand flies to his elbow from the sudden movement.

vincent squeezes your waist to soothe you. he’s holding you and it feels so nice. so warm and comfortable, like you’re right where you belong. you can’t help but hesitantly lean into his touch when you notice the anxiousness from your lack of words.

“if you’re suddenly not feeling well, you can always stay here to wait it out.” he offered as his eyes soften when he sees you leaning into him.

the next set of words are what snaps you out of your shock, you’re snapped back to what you’re here for. what you intended to do to him. all his threats and words flow right back into your mind and your fear because him erupts again.

you cannot let this happen.

you can’t enjoy this. you shouldn’t enjoy the touch of the same man who threatened to slaughter your family in front of you and threatened to kill you. the same man who forced you to do things that made you feel pathetic inside. how can he gave you a necklace you become butter in his hands? you can’t give into him, you’ve suffered through days of captivity and attempts of manipulation and left in one piece, you can’t lose right now.

not when you’ve gotten this far. not when you’re so close to winning against him.

you lean back away from him, the sugarcoated answer lingering on your lips to get what you want but to also appease him.

you smile at him as pieces of his downfall slowly starts to come together.

you’re being dragged.

two men are dragging you somewhere and it the fact that you’re blindfolded only makes shame sink into your gut even deeper. 

the essence of failure is a scent that you are sunk into right now, john wick as expected had managed to evade the sixty men the marquis had provided, the very same sixty men also managed to snuff out a large portion of staff in the tokyo continental.

duty. honor. family.

three things you have lived and would die for no matter the situation. all of these are why you continue to fight the losing game that you didn’t know you were playing at first. so had your father.

your father had sensed the uncanny and lengthy stay you had in france so naturally he assumed that you were held against your will and naturally he sided with john to get you back. you genuinely thought that he had bought the farce the marquis gave, especially with the letter you gave.

but who are you if not fretful? your duty is to your family and no one else’s, not even the high table’s. of course your father would know that the letter was coerced.

behind a large pillar you witnessed the altercation in the tokyo continental go from neutral to worse, for you to witness several acquaintances die under other people’s hands was painful to see only for you to run away in the shadows and red lights in search of the man the marquis specifically prohibited you from finding. you can’t let them die in vain so you move on, you look for john wick.

you scoured every corner of the hotel, hearing gunshots echoing through the halls, grunts of pain, screams of agony and skin slicing under the weight of knives but to no avail. john wick had left, and you felt pathetic once again. how are you going to make this work if the most crucial part wasn’t here?

your father who had refused to comply with the marquis has bled for you and you can’t even do anything to return the gesture.

the first piece that made your stomach ache in dread.

it made you change your priorities.

you decided to just run. run with your family and go somewhere safe, and hope for the best. not much of a plan but when your shoulders are shaking and tears are rolling down your cheeks you can’t exactly make a concrete plan. the only thingy you needed to do right now was find your father and sister, silently praying they made it out alive.

you made your way towards the discreet pier where the hotel’s safest escape route was, only to find no one there but an empty boat and puddles of blood on the ground. you paused, everything overwhelming your senses. you were too late.

author’s note: vincent back with the one sided affection again!!! i stg it’s so fun writing him when he’s yearning and stuff…contemplating whether i should write the next part in his pov bc it eats up 🔛🔝 anyways feel free to like and reblog or comment! i am also accepting requests :)

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Y/N Wick crashes into Nathan’s office…

Y/N: Novocaine

Nathan: Wick

Y/N grabs a pencil…

Y/N: mind if I borrow this?

Nathan: sure! I just sharpened it!

Y/N: thanks buddy!

Y/N charges back into a fight…

A/N: saw an advanced screening of NOVOCAINE, it was a blast!