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The Marquis’s Obsession
summary; You are a victim to a crazy love
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warnings; death, gore, stalking, obsession, murder, abduction, horror, violent themes, unhealthy behaviour, obsessive Vincent
word count; 6,253
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You sighed in frustration as you typed away on the laptop. The company you are currently in has always been serious and busy as usual and it makes you wonder how much energy your new colleagues have while dealing with this new exchange program.
Following your CEO's alliance with another from Paris, he announced that there would be an exchange program between the companies.
The chosen employees will work in the CEO's company (the man your boss is allied with), while the CEO's employees will work in your boss's company. Each person is given a certain month on when you could leave to go back to the previous company you were in before.
And unfortunately for you, after 7 months, that is when you could leave. You had traveled to Paris from your home place because of this exchange program. You never liked this at all.
And what's even worse, many months ago? Somewhere in the middle of the month, you don't remember that, when you were adjusting to the new environment. You started to receive many gifts and romantic letters, which had a lot of French endearments. Of course, because you're currently living in France.
After hours in the office, it was finally time to go home. You quickly packed your things up and joined your friends outside the building. At least you weren't alone in this stupid exchange program you never wanted to be part of.
You spend your afternoon outside with your friends, strolling through the streets and visiting shops and other places. Chatting and buying snacks; you enjoy moments like this, forgetting all about your problems, including the whole secret admirer thing and just having a good time.
And when it was finally time to go home, due to how dark it was getting outside. You started to wait for your bus stop while scrolling through social media on your phone. A bit farther from the bus stop, you saw a familiar expensive SUV parked to the side. Your heart started to pound rapidly against your chest in fear as you felt your hands become sweaty and clammy. This is the same car you started to notice recently, either outside your house, at the workplace, or anywhere you go.
You start to wonder if you're the next target for human trafficking. You opened the messaging app and started to text one of your friends again like you always have about the car stalking you for these past few weeks. Just in case you disappear without a trace.
Finally, the bus arrives and you and the few people enter inside as you take your seat. Your troubled mind still rapidly thought about the car but it made you wonder why the person is not kidnapping you yet or maybe he is preparing to.
And what makes you even more sick is that you are aware you can't do anything about it. You're not sure if the police are willing to do anything and you can't just quit the job you worked hard for as well. Especially when it pays you well. You doubt that your boss even cares about you, considering how strict he is when it comes to business and working hard.
The bus stops and everyone including you leaves. You ran straight into the building and into the elevator. Pressing the elevator button, leading up to the 6th floor as you stood there inside. Catching your breath, it was only a matter of time before you were taken and silenced.
The door slides open and you stroll through the empty hallway. The sound of your heels echoes until you stop in front of your door to pull out your keys from your bag and unlock the door. Right before you were about to enter, your shoes collided with the objects on the floor; causing you to stumble for a bit but you still got inside the apartment you shared with your friend.
Nia who is also your roommate. She too had to come along to France with you. Such a shame she leaves earlier, around March or May.
Looking down, there were those expensive gifts all wrapped up inside a big white box with a pretty bow on top of it and roses next to them. You knew they were from that rich secret admirer as you gently shoved them inside with your hand before quickly shutting the door and locking it.
Lifting the heavy elegant box and roses into your arms, you placed them on the dining table.
You were tired of these gifts, you don't know who sent them except the woman behind the receptionist’s desk. Who refused to tell you who it is and you noticed how scared she is whenever you confronted her about it, you're not sure if it's of you or the secret admirer. You didn't do anything to her so it's the creepy secret admirer.
Your room and the living room were littered with those expensive gifts that consisted of sparkly party dresses, high heels, high-quality makeup, and jewelry that looked so otherworldly due to how elegant and beautiful it was, and that probably cost billions of dollars. You didn't want too much so you gave half away to Nia who happily accepted them.
All tucked away inside their boxes. Romantic letters declare the admirer's love and that you will always be protected. You unwrap the box and discover many expensive rings, outfits, and hair care products. And a folded note too.
Your hand reaches to the note first, unfolding it.
To the most beautiful woman,
Mon amour, how are you? Do you like the gifts that I sent you?
Forgive me if this is too much for your liking but I can't help myself. I can't describe how much I love you with just simple little words, so I resorted to sending you many gifts that represent the love I have for you. And soon you'll feel the same for me one day. After I finished preparing for your arrival.
Your heart stopped beating as your eyes widened in shock, you continued to read the next line with a bad gut feeling.
Do be aware that you are not leaving me at all, watching over you through my men won't be enough to satisfy me. I will need to have you by my side physically, I have been patient for many months for you and now I will take what's mine. I do plan to marry you as well, I hope to get your opinions on how should our marriage be after you come home of course-
You didn't allow yourself to finish reading, you crumbled the paper and threw it inside the garbage. Sweat started to coat your skin as you struggled to maintain your heavy breathing; you glanced down at your shaky hands and clenched your fist to at least in some way stop shaking but it was hopeless. In an attempt to distract yourself, You started the process of wrapping the box back to the way it was before taking it in your arms again.
This is crazy, you thought as you set the box inside your room, in the corner. You sat down on your bed and started to email your boss through your phone, you were finally going to let your boss know despite the voice at the back of your head telling you it might not be a good idea. What if the stalker somehow finds out about it? What he will do? But you ignored those questions, insisting on letting your boss be aware of this dilemma. After you finish typing that letter– informing him about the scary situation you are in and that you are leaving France.
Your boss doesn't respond immediately but you know he will the next morning. So you took this time to quickly pack your belongings and stuff them inside your suitcase.
Your phone buzzed on the bed, thinking it was your boss; you picked your phone up and saw it was from your friend. Who suggested not to leave instantly, whoever is watching you might speed up the process and just kidnap you the moment you step a foot out of your building.
Frustration and hopelessness build within your chest as you plop down on your bed. Staring mindlessly at her text message, you knew that she was right as you responded with an okay before switching your phone off. You are dumb, but it is understandable considering you will need to get the hell out. Far away from the secret admirer and his men.
You gazed up at the blank ceiling, pondering what might the future bring and you hoped, you would still see the sun the next day.
***
On Saturday in the early morning, you got out of the building after making sure your apartment was alright and yourself too. You decided to take the offer from this guy at your workplace whose name is Allen to hang out. And also to keep your mind from constantly panicking each time you go out.
You received an email from your boss who wrote you a long paragraph on what you should do in this situation and told you to contact the police. Leaving instantly will cause the stalker to act instantly.
You feel flattered to discover that your boss cares and this causes you to feel guilt. After all, you never cared to learn about your boss. You hopped inside the bus and took a seat as the bus started to move again. Leaving you to your thoughts about yesterday's events and it made you wonder who it is.
You thought about all the men you encountered in your life but none of them ever showed any sort of interest in you considering they would disappear for a long time and you barely even interact with them or any guys in your life.
You also thought about Allen, he is a nice person who helps you with paperwork and goes far to pay for your drinks whenever you two encounter each other along the way to work. He even asks for your permission to hug you or slung his arms over your shoulders.
You liked how respectful he is towards you or anyone else he meets. The bus slowly comes to a stop and you see Allen waiting for you at the same stop you are about to get off of, his hand grasping onto the lilies he brought.
His face brightens when he sees you exiting the bus and in front of him. You tilted your head as you gave him a curious look at the lilies he had in his hands.
Allen snaps out from his trance, "Oh, I got this for you to have." He lifts the lilies to your face, avoiding your gaze with blood flooding his cheeks. You smiled at him despite Allen looking away. You took the lilies from his hands and inhaled their sweet fragrance.
"Thanks, Allen, they're beautiful!" You exclaim in happiness, he glances at you with a shy smile now adorned his face; nodding his head.
"So uh, should we go to a nice restaurant? Or to the park? Where do you want to go?" Allen questions, nearly stammering over his words but manages to complete his sentence. The two of you started to stroll through the streets while you wondered which place should you both go to.
"Let's go to a park, I don't know either." The corner of your lips forcefully lifts upwards in a small insincere smile, glancing up at Allen hesitantly before looking away.
"Yeah, that's fine by me." He nodded his head before peering at you, "How about we get some ice cream? It's all on me."
You gazed back at him with your brows furrowed, "Are you sure? I don't want you to waste your own money." Worry laced your tone, you didn't want to be the reason why he became broke.
"It's fine, I got a lot of money since I just saved up a lot. Only buy hair products, skincare, and food." He assures you, waving off your concerns.
"Oh okay." You said unsurely, nodding your head at him. You and Allen visit an ice cream parlor, you choose your type of ice cream and he does too. While you and Allen sat down on the empty chairs, waiting. You noticed in the corner of your eye, through the window, that same black expensive car with tinted windows right around the corner, securely parked.
You felt your heart jump from your chest as you quickly looked away to maintain your breathing and composure. Soon you and Allen both get the ice cream and the rest of the day was you being paranoid about the car stalking you, Allen being shy and hopelessly in love which made you feel bad since you don't harbor any romantic feelings for him.
By the end of the day, Allen offered to drop you off at home to which you agreed. During the entire car ride home, you and Allen kept on conversing until he started to bring up your sudden paranoia.
"Is everything alright? It's good to let it out sometimes." Allen glances over at you with concern before looking back at the road. The sun slowly sets, and you can see various colors showering through the sky. It makes you appreciate the beauty.
"Well, it's...Complicated." You answered with hesitation, you searched for the right words to describe the current situation, it was easy emailing to your boss but why did it become so hard to explain it in person?
"It's okay, I don't mind if you don't tell me everything. I'm just worried for you." Allen says, his brows pull downward together as he makes a left turn, avoiding the traffic ahead. "But I don't mind lending a hand if you need one."
You pressed your lips together in a thin line before finally speaking, "So, I'm being stalked...By this rich secret admirer who always sends me expensive gifts and love letters. The only one who knows about the secret admirer is the lady behind the receptionist’s desk. But she's too scared to tell me, thinking she's going to die if she says a word about the secret admirer."
You say each word carefully with no stutter. Your eyes gaze over at the side of his face. Noticing a frown evident on Allen's face.
"That's...." Allen was left speechless as silence filled the car, "But do you at least know something about this secret admirer?"
"I know he's rich and French too." You mumbled, looking out the window. "And, he's mysterious too."
"Do you have the love letters? Because I got an idea." The car finally comes to a stop, the building is in your view now as Allen parks the car.
You glanced over at him with curiosity, with a raised brow you asked. "Really? what's the idea?" You unbuckled yourself but stayed inside the car.
"I have a friend who can identify people by their handwriting." Allen says before getting out of the car, you followed along as well. Shutting the car door closed, Allen strolls over to you with a serious expression on his face. No sparkle of light can be seen within his eyes and it made you wonder if he is bothered by this secret admirer on a personal level.
The two of you sauntered into the building and inside the elevator as you pressed on the button. The door slowly slides closed, now it is only you and Allen.
"How long has this been happening?" He inquired, turning his head over to you. His brow furrows and the corner of his lips fall downwards. Sympathy can be seen swirling in his brown eyes. You started to think rapidly in search of how long it has been occurring but none. You didn't keep track of how long has these gifts and letters and the stalking been happening.
"Um, I think for a few months or more?" You replied with unsureness, staring at the blurry reflection of yourself through the elevator door. You felt flattered by Allen's concern and care for you despite you knowing the reason why behind it all.
Finally, the elevator door opens and the two of you stroll into the quiet and empty hallways. "You said that you have a friend who can identify people by their handwriting?" You repeated his words, mentioning his idea.
"Yeah, even if he's old. He's good at these kinds of stuff." You pulled out your keys from your handbag and unlocked your door, entering inside along with Allen. His eyes survey the small but elegant home, noticing the gifts tucked away in the corners.
"Sorry, I had so many, didn't know where to place them." You shrugged, apologizing for the unnecessary mess even though you were sure he wouldn't care about the house.
"You don't need to apologize, but do you have the letters?" Allen questions to which you immediately answer.
"Yes, it's here." You quickly hurried to the gifts and opened one of them, picking the letter in your hands before going back to Allen. He lifts his hand out to you and you place the letter, Allen folds the letter into a smaller piece and stuffs it inside the pocket, he lets a gentle smile crawl upwards onto his face.
"Don't be scared because I don't think this guy wants to see your dead body," Allen reassures you, you nod--aware of the secret admirer's intentions.
"Yeah, I was informed of his intentions from the beginning when I first got his letter. He mentioned many times that he would never hurt me."
Allen presses his lips together in deep thought, wondering what he should tell you but decides to let it go and says his goodbyes to you, leaving your home as you watch him. Hoping nothing goes wrong.
***
The sound of your phone ringing is what slowly woke you up from your slumber. Your eyes flutter open as you turn in your sleep, snuggling the side of your face deep into your pillow but the constant ringing from your phone causes you to lift your arm to your nightstand, your hand searches for the device for a few seconds until you felt your phone beneath your fingers.
The name of the caller of none other than Allen and it made you curious what made him call you around 4 am. You answered and placed the phone against your ear.
"Allen? What happened?" You groggily asked, your voice raspy and deep.
"Y/n, I am very sorry to call you around this time but I found out who your secret admirer is." His words held worry and fear on the other side of the call. This causes your brows to furrow.
"But listen to me, come all alone to this address, and don't tell anyone. I'll send it to you through messages because I don't want anyone to know if I say it aloud to you. I'm going to share with you some secrets regarding this admirer."
You wanted to protest considering how early this is but the urgency in his voice prevents you from voicing out.
"Oh okay, I'll meet you there." You softly say before the call ends, you slowly get up from the bed to get ready.
Surprisingly, the address Allen sent you wasn't that far. Just a 15-minute walk through the empty and eerily quiet street. You stood in front of the door, knocking but no one answered. This causes you to frown but remain patient, he's probably getting ready. You looked at your phone repeatedly to see if he messaged you but to no luck, he didn't.
This worries you because of how urgent he is when telling you to arrive at the address he sent out. But now, you're not sure if you went to the wrong house. While you waited and waited, your phone in your pocket vibrated as you took it out. Now seeing Allen's message,
Sorry for waking you up but this can wait until tomorrow because it turns out the identity of the person is incorrect.
Uncertainty and confusion fill your being, and your eyes narrow as you keep on reading over the message repeatedly to make sure you read it correctly. Something about this feels off, you can tell. There is no way Allen would bring you all the way here just to send you a message saying he is mistaken.
So, something must have happened. But still, you stared at the door and slightly moved your head down, your eye looking through the keyhole, noticing how dark inside the room is which is somewhat expected. But wouldn't Allen at least keep the lights on?
You took your eye away from the keyhole and decided to retreat. You quickly walk all the way home just to be safe and not get ambushed while terror and paranoia slowly creeps its way onto you. Not noticing a tiny note sticking out underneath the carpet of the front porch, that is written the word "Run".
When you arrived home, you didn't feel like going back to sleep. You simply took your coat and shoes off before plopping onto your couch, turning the TV on but turning the volume down. Not desiring to wake up Nia. You felt so confused about what just occurred, Allen wouldn't end it that way. You were sure he wouldn't just randomly call you and then message you it was just a mistake.
You are one hundred percent sure that it might be the secret admirer must have done this because first, the lady behind the front desk is terrified when you confront her, even when you enter the building; you see her wide eyes stare at you before looking down to avoid eye contact with you. And now Allen is scared too. What exactly happened behind that closed door is something you were sure you didn't want to have any knowledge about.
Time passes by as you either make drinks for yourself or sit on the couch and watch TV or scroll through social media. By the time the sun rises fully, you start to leave the house to go back to work.
During your time working, your mind kept on replaying Allen's words when he called you. And he didn't arrive to work today which is weird because Allen always comes to work. You prayed nothing went wrong with him when discovering who this stalker was.
When it is time to go home, you notice that there are no expensive cars following you today which is a huge relief because you didn't know when you'll end up having a whole breakdown. Your phone started ringing again and this time it was from Nia. You quickly answered and placed the phone between your ears,
"Y/n, oh my goodness you have to check the news. That Allen dude is dead." Nia says in a full panic tone, you felt fear clench your heart as you responded,
"What? How? I'm coming home." You ended the call, not sure how to even feel or react. But you felt fear, shocked, and surprised, even when you got inside the bus and entered your apartment. You dashed to the remote on the coffee table and turned the TV to the recent news.
The picture of Allen's dead body shocks you to your core. Despite the image being blurry due to how graphic it is you can tell by staring. His head looked like it got smashed, his brain splattered everywhere and his face nowhere to be seen. Intestines and other organs spurt out from his body and so much more. This crime occurred at the same address you went before.
You stared at the screen, aghast. You're not aware how long you sat there as the picture disappears and only the woman on the TV speaking, but her words become nothing but a muffled sound to you. The door unlocks and Nia strolls in after locking the door.
"This is so crazy! I never thought Allen would die like that!" Nia exclaims, cupping her face with both hands as she sits next to you. "And my colleagues kept on talking about it too when we were watching the news through our phones!"
You felt too numb and speechless to even reply to her. Allen was one of Nia's friends, he met you through her. Nia and the others were talking about Allen's death and you were there wondering about Allen's absence. How are you so oblivious?
You thought about the secret admirer, is he dangerous? Who else could it possibly be then?
During the entire day, you stayed home and Nia did so too. Both of you took time to recover by distracting yourself and conversing about the secret admirer. Both of you conclude that it is the secret admirer's doings. But none of you two knew what to do about it. So you and Nia stayed quiet about the murderer, you and Nia are aware of who is the killer.
It is around the evening when Nia goes outside and you take a nap in your room. But around midnight, you woke up to the sound of loud footsteps that didn't belong to Nia echoing in the living room. You quietly bolted out from the bed to lock your door and took your phone with you to the bathroom. You're not going to die by jumping off from your window when you live on the 6th floor.
You called the police while stuttering when telling them about the intruders in the house. Telling them the address you live in as you could hear the harsh kicking against your door. You are doomed for sure.
There is no space to hide because your room is small, hiding under your bed is obvious because that's where it is first checked. The door breaks open, causing you to flinch as you hold your breath. If you don't have any weapons, might as well use your phone. Your heart hammers against your chest, and sweat coats your entire body while you struggle to maintain your heavy breathing and your wobbly legs.
Clutching your phone tightly against your chest as the door knob to the bathroom shakes. The man shouts to others to which they reply, but you only hear your heart rapidly banging against your chest. You prayed intensely to god at this moment when the man started to let out a powerful kick to the door, near the door knob.
This is it, you thought to yourself as tears streamed down your face, weeping quietly to yourself before you remembered that you had a small pocket knife behind the cabinet. You immediately took it out before the door slammed down, the man made quick strides towards you and reached a hand out to grab you but you pierced his hand with the pocket knife and bolted out from the bathroom.
The man grunts before chasing you out of the room, you sprint through your home until a hand roughly grabs your arm and places a cloth on your face. You could only see darkness filling your vision and hear their muffled words as you passed out completely.
***
You woke up to the silver light against your eyelids which caused you to turn to your side and snuggled deeper under the thick and soft blanket. The sweet fragrance erupting from the bed is what caused your eyes to flutter open in confusion, you slowly lifted your head from the blanket to the most beautiful and elegant room. Your head turned to the closed glass doors of the balcony and everywhere in the large room. The room looked like it was made for a queen.
Reddish walls with expensive paintings, the softest large bed, and shiny floors. Including the sparkly crystal chandelier with small light bulbs. You know you are kidnapped as you lift yourself from the bed, your bare feet slip into the flats lying on the ground, near your bed. Your captor is generous enough to give you a gorgeous room after having you abducted.
You fixed your messy hair as you ambled towards the bathroom, by the appearance of rooms, you could tell it was all prepared. You started to do your business; brushing your teeth with a fresh new toothbrush and splashing your face with cold water before turning the faucet off. You left the bathroom and strolled towards the double doors of the balcony and attempted to open it to find a way to escape but failed, due to how tightly shut it is. You were still in your pajamas but you didn’t want to go out of the room all dressed like this so you took a short black dress and jeans before heading back into the bathroom to change.
After you come out all ready the door suddenly opens, causing you to turn around in surprise as a man peeks his head out.
"The marquis wishes to have you for breakfast." The man with the serious expression announces, his dark eyes intensely bearing into yours. "Follow me."
He leaves the door open before retreating his head back, you quickly leave the colossal room and follow the bodyguard behind through the gigantic hallways that consist of elegant statues, paintings, red carpets, elegant chandeliers with sparkly teardrop stones dangling, and many more. This is making you feel broke.
Finally, the two of you entered a colossal dining room with a large table filled with various foods that you can't name. At the head of the table, sitting on the elegant chair is the Marquis, you figure who lit up when he sees you. Standing up, he strolls towards you with a smile painted on his face.
"Ma chèrie, how was your sleep? I deeply apologize for the ruckus I created in your home." Marquis apologizes, his voice heavy with the accent as adoration and guilt fester within his captivating green eyes, "But do allow me to introduce myself, I am Vincent Bisset de Gramont. Also known as the Marquis. But you can call me Vincent."
You rapidly blinked at him, you've seen many handsome men in your life across the internet and other places but this man is paralyzing. He is the most gorgeous man you ever met face to face, his beauty is so bewitching that it could rival the Greek gods. And then you notice how tall this man is by the way he is towering over you.
You didn't realize that he took your hand into his and gently pulled you with him toward the dining table. Pulling out a chair for you as you stood there with hesitation before sitting down. With you and Vincent now seated, Vincent broke the silence.
"I am aware you have a lot of questions but do hold onto them and eat your breakfast. You must be quite hungry."
You glanced up at him with brows furrowed while he started to eat as if nothing had ever happened. Despite your hunger, you didn't lift your hand to the fork and start eating. You wanted answers first.
"Why am I here?" You inquired, your tone firm as you glared at him. Vincent didn't bother to look at you, only after he finished devouring his food is when he started to talk.
"Only after you eat, I will answer questions." With that, he started to go back to his food.
You decide to give in and start eating your breakfast, and one taste has you eating it all. It is delicious, you had to admit as you took a sip from your water. The maid comes and takes your and Vincent's empty plates away.
"How about we talk in your room? So it'll be easier to converse freely." Vincent stands up to which you do the same. His hand unexpectedly wrapped around your waist tightly, pulling you closer to him as the two of you sauntered through the halls. You immediately attempted to pull away but his hand remained locked on your waist, preventing you from distancing yourself away.
He just gives you a look before glancing away. "Tell me Ma belle, did you ever think I would let go off you easily?" Vincent asks, leaving you in confusion about what he means by that. Leaving the country or keeping your distance from him?
"Um no?" Your words come out in unsureness and confusion. Not knowing how to respond to that. He merely smiles as he opens the door for you, allowing you to enter first before he gets inside and shuts it. You turned around to face him.
Vincent ambles towards the closed doors of the balcony. Looking outside with both hands in his pockets. You stood there awkwardly before he finally spoke.
"Why I brought you here is simple, it's because I want you here. The world out there...Is cruel." He places his hand on the glass of the door, looking at his reflection through the glass door and at the same time outside.
You didn't say anything which made him continue.
"I am the one who had your little friend killed. Why? It's because he was about to expose me to you, and I didn't want that. I was aware that he plans to take you away from me as well once he tells you my identity." Vincent paused, "And, I tend to go a bit crazy. When someone attempts to take my love away from me."
He turns around to face you, a dark look cast across his face. "I was the one who sent you those gifts and had you followed everywhere to keep you safe."
"And that is when I came to know from one of my men about the friend you had been seeing."
"Why do I do this? It's because I love you. I always loved you even if you forgot about me."
This causes you to raise your brow,
"What do you mean?" You inquired.
"Do you remember? Around 2 or 3 years ago, in New York, you went to a ballet show and I was there. Only after it ended we talked until it got late." He explains as you thought deeply, searching for a memory of you meeting Vincent but you only remember going to a ballet theater with your friends.
Not desiring to anger him you pressed your lips together, and he could tell that you don't remember him.
"I do remember, but I don't recall seeing you or talking to you." Judging by the way you are looking at him, realization doesn't hit you.
Vincent takes a deep breath before continuing again,
"But I remember every last one of it. You stayed in my mind since then, and I didn't get the chance to ask for your name before you left. Everything about you captivated me, your smile, your eyes, your innocence, everything." Vincent's words held nothing but obsessiveness and adoration when he named each one about you. This terrifies you to your core as you stand there speechless.
Vincent takes quick strides towards you as you take a step back but his hand reaches out and grabs your arm. Pulling you close to his body, his strong cologne fills your nostrils as you hesitantly gaze up to his eyes and this makes you regret doing so. Madness and lust could be seen in his eyes.
"Tell me amour, do you have any idea how much I thought about you? Morning, afternoon, evening, night...How much I longed for you? Without you I feel incomplete, my world is nothing but darkness." He carefully explains as you hold your breath, you can't recall the last time you were this close to a man.
His hands cup your cheeks, bringing your face closer to his. Your eyes widened in shock as you grabbed onto his wrists but his grip on your face remained firm.
"But fate brought me to you again, at the Louvre." His tone transitions into a whisper, staring deeply into your eyes. "And I felt my world started brightening. And I start to feel complete with you in my life. You may not remember but I do, I went to your side and started to tell you about each painting. You listened to me with the most beautiful smile on your face."
Your bottom lip quivers, "L-let go off me. I want to go home."
He narrows his eyes at you, "You are home, you don't need to go back to a life with hardships. With me, I can solve everything--just let me handle it."
"You're just going to keep me locked up here." You shakily pointed out, aware of the fact he's never going to let you outside.
Vincent shakes his head gently, eyes glued to your face. "As long as you listen to me, you are free." He presses his forehead to yours, nuzzling his nose against yours with his eyes closed.
You were paralyzed when Vincent whispered.
"Wherever you go, I will always follow you."
"You are mine, only mine." With that said, your fate becomes sealed forever as his lips capture yours. And you realize that this is only the beginning of the horrifying reality.
***
A/n; Took me weeks, I decided to write for John wick.
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Sam winchester
Supernatural
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Jake Peralta
Brooklyn 99
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Sherlock Holmes
Sherlock Holmes
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Barry Allen & Harley Quinn
Dc
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Steve Harrington
Stranger things
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Harry Potter
Harry potter
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Scott McCall & Thomas
Teen wolf - Le labyrinthe
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Malicia/rogue
Marvel
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Percy Jackson
Percy Jackson
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Jenny
Doctor who
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Time family AU
John : How’s life going?
Sam : Terrible. I want to stab everybody there.
John : Okay, just don’t get any blood on your clothes.
Sam : …Shouldn't you try to stop me?
John : Don’t tell me how to live my life.
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Doctor - dad
Doctor who
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Kaya - mom
Oc
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Logan & Peter Parker
Wolverine - Marvel - Spiderman
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Tony Stark & Bruce waine
Ironman Marvel - DC batman
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John wick
John wick
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Eddie Brock
Marvel
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Dean Winchester
Supernatural
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Mycroft Holmes
Sherlock Holmes
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Sam winchester
Supernatural
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Jake Peralta
Brooklyn 99
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Sherlock Holmes
Sherlock Holmes
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Barry Allen & Harley Quinn
Flash - Dc
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Steve Harrington
Stranger things
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Harry Potter
Harry potter
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Scott McCall & Thomas
Teen wolf - Le labyrinthe
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Malicia/rogue
Marvel
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Percy Jackson
Percy Jackson
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Jenny
Doctor who
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One of my favorite/weirdest AU
Docteur - Dad
Doctor who
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Kaya - Mom
Oc
Logan & Peter Parker
Marvel
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Tony Stark & Bruce Wayne
Marvel - DC
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John wick
John wick
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Eddie Brock
Marvel
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Dean Winchester
Supernatural
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Mycroft Holmes
Sherlock Holmes
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Sam winchester
Supernatural
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Jake Peralta
Brooklyn 99
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Sherlock Holmes
Sherlock Holmes
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Barry Allen & Harley Quinn
Dc
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Steve Harrington
Stranger things
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Harry Potter
Harry potter
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Scott McCall & Thomas
Teen wolf - Le labyrinthe
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Malicia/rogue
Marvel
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Percy Jackson
Percy Jackson
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Jenny
Doctor who
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They are a big and happy family(⌐■_■) ❤️
1. John Wick
2. Dazai Osamu
3. Sasuke Uchiha
Ummmmmm,
I have a pattern of likeness here.
Where is my real-life person with all the qualities? except for the killing part
They have to be out there somewhere.
Marry me, please.
It’s my first time to do photo edit. I’m bad for that.
I read one of fanfic called “Not Just A Dog” by Trash_Boat_Writer on Ao3
I can’t stop thinking this poster of dog, It’s break my heart that happened.😭 Idk how I explain this.
Here’s John Wick’s dog poster Reference
Something something art project something something doodle of a streamer something have a great summer
⭐️👏👍👍
If Alpine gets killed:
John Wick: Apprenticeship
BUCKY BARNES AND ALPINE
Falcon & Winter Soldier (2020) #5
That's awesome❤
I don't know why, but your human Soundwave without ponytail remind me Keanu Reeves, and I love it!
I mean,,
New sketchbook(s) who dis?
I never properly learned how to colour as a kid, putting all my effort into sketching and shading with a pen 😭 it truly did not help the fact that I hated colouring or getting out of my comfort zone. I thank Sonic the Hedgehog for giving me the bravery to get out of my sketching style and try colouring, even if I know little to nothing about colour theory LMAOOOO cannot believe a hedgehog is what it took for me to actually try
So true
They're so funny for always looking like a rich couple actually
A new look at Bill Skarsgård in ‘JOHN WICK: CHAPTER 4’.
via HollywoodHandle on Twitter today, March 2, 2023
flight risk
john wick x fem reader, minors mdni
synopsis: life was perfect, despite what your parents wished for you, you had all you could possibly want. surely your husband wont wake you up at 2am and drag you across the world, uprooting everything you've ever known.
authours note: this is the first thing i've ever written AHHH AHHH AHH, thank you for reading though!! oh my goshhh, i'm so nervous.
cw: drugging, guns, suspected kidnapping, morally grey but also not john, john just wants his wife guys </3
it had been exactly 3 years since you had uprooted your life after meeting john. which sounds like a major sacrifice, because well sure, thats how your parents viewed it. the confused pinching of your mother's eyebrows as she fiddled with her wedding ring told you that.
you didn't need to be a genius to recognise that perhaps your father didnt trust john, slipping pepper spray into your purse and a pocket knife onto your keychain as you said goodbye in the airport. maybe it was an act of rebellion moving away, far away. sure you were naive, but in a specific way. you had seen shit, a lot of shit, but you made an active choice every day: see the good. is it indescribably cliche? absolutely! but hope kept you going.
so when you stumbled upon a particular six-foot man with a limp, you tilted your head both in awe and intrigue. your first dates were awkward, almost forced. he was incredibly vague about every little detail in his life and so naturally, you chalked that up to ‘he must not like me.’ when you asked about his family, he responded that he didn't speak to them. when you asked about his job, you got the typical ‘im a contractor’ response. what the fuck is a contractor? what are you like a spy? psh.
but he was sweet, a gentleman too. paranoid and perhaps vigilant to a fault, but you didn't ask questions. he was just being overprotective, which was nice in your eyes. you fell deeply in love with him, getting married 2 years after meeting him. you pieced together his career. he would call you a pacifist when you commented on the number of guns he seemed to own casually. which sure, wasn’t exactly a lie. but he didn't view the world as black and white, and therefore neither should you, you decided very quickly.
it was your anniversary so you decided to set up a beautiful, intimate dinner at home. he arrived and you pushed him away to put on some slacks, even though it was just the two of you. he would chuff, kiss your temple, and oblige. so there you sat, serving dinner, walking over to his side of the table to pour him merlot when you accidentally bumped the bottle with your hip, knocking it off the table. you let out a yelp, frozen as you watched him catch it effortlessly without breaking eye contact with you. there were 2 things to note about his actions.
1. you were unquestionably sure that this must be the most attractive thing anyone has ever done, fuck.
2. the speed of his reflexes did not match the job description or the skillset that belongs to a ‘contractor’
the dinner continued, albeit awkward because you had questions. and to your surprise, he wasn't so vague. now he was being blunt to a fault. which you suppose married couples are.
“im a hitman” he stabbed a shrimp sitting on top of the pile of pasta, bringing it to his mouth with a sense of casualness that was unnerving. haha. funny.
so naturally, you giggled as he chewed.
“a hitman? john that’s- ridiculous. can you be serious for a moment? i love your jokes, but this is our anniversary dinner.” you laughed softly into your wine glass, tilting your head and propping your elbow on the table to rest your cheek on (an action that would have caused your mother to hit the back of your hand with her fork due to the improper manners you were displaying).
“not a joke baby” he hummed almost with a solemn look in his eye. the reality of the situation hit you like a freight train when he reached out to hold your hand over the table, drawing soft, soothing circles on the back of it. not a joke. it wasn’t a joke.
he slept on the couch that night. maybe it was harsh, but no- no, he deserved that. you married a man, a hitman. who lied about his entire career and kept guns under floorboards, you didn't even know could be kicked up. alas, trust was built back up. he reassured you he only killed dangerous people who did bad things. life wasn't so black and white, you realised once again. it took a while, but you fell back to the stage where you trusted him again.
he came home late some nights, and left to go overseas every now and then for a week or so. but he would come back with little souvenirs for you: wine from rome, chocolate from switzerland, and jewellery from india. he made money that you could only dream about, but who can put a price on taking someone's life?
you adored him though. maybe it was fucked up, maybe you were sick and twisted. but your husband would kill for you without hesitation, and you couldnt lie to yourself and say that fact didnt turn you on at least a little bit.
you both moved to tokyo, right in the middle of the city about a month after this dinner. relocation seemed to be a common theme, but new cities and new languages were always exciting for you. and he assured you all was well, but you had your suspicions. maybe he feared someone he pissed off would come find you, even the score and put a bounty over your pretty head.
you enforced the fact that if you were going to sleep with guns in the house, they all needed to be locked away in gun safes. there needed to be rules, and trustworthiness for this to work. john lied, he kept a hidden one in his bedside table, and another under your bed alongside the others in the safe.
the rain pelted, it was a sunday night, well morning technically you realised. pretty much all of japan had been hit with a tropical storm, which meant that sleepless nights in your shared highrise apartment came with built in ‘white noise’ sounds from the thunder outside. though this night, you slept soundly. it was about 1am when you faintly heard footsteps, belonging to john you assumed.
talking in incoherent sleep babble, you didnt open your eyes, you just mumbled ‘john..?’ muffled by your pillow. whoever it was stopped what they were doing and walked over.
“mm, hi baby. it’s me. go back to sleep mkay? it’s late.” a silky smooth voice surrounded you in a blanket of warmth and you mumbled an i love you and drifted back off.
unaware. he waited until you were out cold before he started haphazardly shoving belongings of yours into a suitcase. he proceeded to zip it up and prop the suitcase against the wall next to his own. on top of his suitcase laid two drivers liscences, marked with photos of the two of you, but with different names, addresses, birthdays. identities. you stirred in your sleep as a calloused palm gently cupped your cheek, whispering your name. your eyes blinked open sleepily.
“hi my sleepy girl” he looked down at you, perched on the side of your bed with a soft smile, still dressed. which was odd, why wasnt he in his usual sleeping sweatpants? you sleepily blinked up at him, looking over to your digital clock. 1:47am.
“mhmhphmh?…” you mumbled out, an unspoken question as if to say come to bed, what are you doing? your eyes fluttered closed again, snuggling back down.
“honey, need you to wake up for me, kay? im sorry, i know, i know..” he gently rubbed your back, biting down on his cheek until he drew blood, loathing himself for what he was about to put you through. his sweet, sweet girl.
“eyes open, open them up for me.” he gently tapped your cheek and begrudgingly open them, sitting up looking unimpressed.
“it’s 2am i wanna-” you yawned softly, covering your mouth. “wanna sleep john, just come to bed.” your eyes shifted around the room landing on the packed suitcases. suddenly sleep no longer felt like a priority.
your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, tucking your hair behind your ears as you looked to him for answers wordlessly. he sighed softly, a deep one that he had clearly been holding in for a moment or two. he gently stood up, holding out a hand for you to take and pulling you up, walking you to the walk-in robe.
“i know you’re confused, and probably scared. you trust me, don't you baby?” he looked down at you as he rummaged through clothes that belonged to you. he settled on a sweater and jeans.
“trust you..? of course i do.. i just don't, john.. what's happening?” you asked, almost with hurt in your voice, a conviction of what was about to occur.
he gently walked back over, mumbling a quiet ‘arms up’ as he slipped your nightgown off, putting a sweater on you, and passing you jeans to put on.
“it’s just a precaution baby. don't want to scare you, okay? we’re just going on a trip for a little bit, okay?” he said calmly as you zipped up your jeans and slipped on converse. you swallowed thickly as he put a baseball cap on your head.
“an incognito sort of trip?” you said with disappointment, realising all too well what this trip meant. “where? you know i panic when i fly, i can't get on a plane, john.” he kissed your forehead softly, washing away any doubt.
“there are eyes and ears everywhere, baby, we have to be quiet about this, just have some faith in me, i wouldn't purposefully put you in a dangerous situation, yeah?” he walked out, sliding her fraudulent id into her pocket. it was like a whole double life he lived. she had no idea he had these made, did he have fake passports too? emergency cash stashed somewhere? you followed him like a lost dog as he picked up your suitcases.
“we aren't coming back here, are we? to this apartment?” you asked in a flat tone, one of hurt and despair. he gently shook his head, giving you a solemn smile. you disappeared into the kitchen, dumping everything in the fridge into the bin.
“honey? what are you doing? baby- i.. we have to go, now.” you looked up at him, rushing to shove perishable items into the bin.
“i dont want to leave the apartment in disarray, someone will realise and come and look, and i dont want the owners of the building stumbling across rotten food. its the polite thing to do.” you said, mindlessly stepping into action.
“very polite. clever girl. we dont have time for that though, baby. come on. need you to listen to me and focus.” he held out a hand which you begrudgingly took.
you suddenly yanked away, running back into your closet, to which he sighed pinching his nose.
“baby. i won't tell you again,” he said, short. pointedly. you reassured you would only be a minute, running back out with your wedding garter in hand, shoving it into your suitcase. wedding albums, dresses, suits would all sit here and haunt your empty apartment.
you needed to take something with you. he noticed what you did and looked down at you like you had punched him in the gut, pained, hurt. he gently cupped the back of your head, bringing you forward to press a pained kiss to your forehead as he cursed under his breath.
“im so sorry sweet girl. i just need to keep you safe, you understand that, don't you?” you gave him a brief nod, a faraway look in your eyes.
he led you out into the hallway, and then ushered you into the elevator as he took a phone call. he spoke in tongues, well, that was what it sounded like to you. codewords and a whole different language. something eastern european you guessed. you perched a seat on top of your suitcase, as he spoke. he looked over to you and continued speaking, reaching down to pick up his suitcase, phone held to his ear by his shoulder as he pulled your suitcase along with you sitting on top of it. he hung up the phone. down another hallway. suddenly you were in the apartment building's garage. he led you to a black suv. you looked at him confused.
“you drive an aston martin, and this isnt my kia sport.”
“no, it isn't your kia sport. get in, honey, come on.” you sighed, still so many unanswered questions as he ushered you in, doing up your seatbelt.
“i didn't know you were bilingual,” you said, looking down at your converse, chewing your lip. you didn't know what to say, too many things to ask.
“what language was that?”
“ukranian.” he spoke softly, driving you through the city, he passed you a bottle of water that was in the car. “drink, you need to stay hydrated.”
“john im scared, i don't understand any of this and i need to call my dad, tell him what's happe-” he gave you a knowing look. sighing softly, holding out his hand for your phone.
your furrowed your eyebrows, but trusted him. passing him the phone. he dropped it onto the floor of his car and stomped the foot that wasnt on the accelerator onto your phone, smashing it. you let out a loud gasp of shock, confusion. he had a stone cold face as he rolled down the window and threw it out of the car.
“john!” you choked out, in disbelief.
“don't fight me on this sweetheart. i need you to listen to me and do what i say, okay? im trying to keep you safe, and that isn't going to work if you have your phone on you. you cant be traceable.” you sat there, realising the weight of his words.
“i asked you to drink, baby. please.” you scoffed, a little attitude now. you wanted to throw the water in his face or tell him to shove it up his ass. he was being vague again. not answering your questions, ordering you around. but you conceded and drank, he watched you out of the corner of his eye.
you sipped, thinking about how much your family would worry when you didnt answer their calls, would they file a missing persons report? i mean, they didnt know what john.. truly did. oh god this was going to be messy. you gulped down the water, curled away from him. was it petty? sure. but you wanted to know you weren't happy with him.
you sighed sipping the water and suddenly the bottle slipped from your hand, sloshing onto your shoes and dribbling down your lips as you tilted your head almost in slow motion, realising what had happened. john didn't react. why wouldn't he react? oh… oh.
“john, i feel dizzy n’ fuzzy or something.. i dont-” you slurred out, not recognising your voice, you sat confused as your head lolled back into your seat and you slipped into unconsciousness.
fuck, john swore under his breath. the guilt was going to eat at him alive. he needed to get you on a plane, a private unlisted one of course, far away and off the grid. but he knew he would have to drag you on kicking and screaming, your phobia of flying would ensure that. that would be loud, and messy. next best solution?
mildly drug the love of your life to make the transition smoother. god you would never forgive him for this, but it’s something he was doing for you, he tried to convince himself.
the unmarked suv pulled up to an open field, somewhere in japan. an undisclosed location. there was a plane under a huge tarp waiting, he pulled the tarp of the smaller plane, it was only built for two. he never mentioned he could fly a plane, or that he had fake passports made up, or that he spoke multiple languages and had various safehouses built.. nothing of the sort. but why would he want to worry your precious mind? there was nothing he hated more than seeing the look of fear on your face.
he shoved the luggage in and sighed, cursing again as he slung you over his shoulder, walking up the two steps to the plane, sitting you down and strapping you in. tears welled in his eyes at the sight of you sitting there, looking so vulnerable. he gently pulled your head up to slip on the headphones and closed the plane door. as he strapped in, the plane roared to life and suddenly the two of you were in the air.
he landed the plane somewhere in sweden. a field. where he of course, had another unmarked suv waiting. he killed the engiene, swallowing his guilt as he slid your headset off and scooped you back up, wiping a small line of drool from the corner of your mouth, your jaw had gone slack.
you stirred slowly, words slow to come out of your mouth, still a little slurred as he drove around sweden. something garbled and entangled, adjacent to ‘john?’. he clenched his jaw, inhaling softly before deciding to pull over, if you slapped him, it would probably be best if the car was stationary.
he turned to look at your sweet face. waiting for you to speak. you winced softly, your head aching, limbs like jelly. groggy.
“you..- did you?” you mumbled out with bite. you had pieced it together as you passed out. he didnt react, because he was expecting you to fall unconscious, because he have you water he had previously drugged.
“i had to get you on a plane. without you pulling my hair or screaming.” he said calmly, staring straight forward.
“i might just fucking kill you, actually, ive decided.. im your wife!” you yelled, and he flinched. “you deserve this, john” - he spoke to himself in his mind.
“my darling girl, i know. i know..” he winced as you continued your rant.
“you fucking drugged me! with what? what was it? some fucked up sedative im sure you have lying around in our apartment. oh! im sorry, our old apartment. i cant do this. where the fuck are we? im going back home.”
“cant tell you the drug. it’s something from somewhere, we can call it that. we’re in sweden, i have a safe house being set up but we need to stay in a hotel tonight.”
“oh! fantastic, we’re in fucking sweden and my husband practically used a date rape drug to knock me out.”
“honey please dont ever use the word ‘rape’ and ‘my husband’ in a sentence together, ever again. clear?” he said sternly looking at you.
you sighed softly. “im sorry- i didnt it mean it like that. but im still fucking seething with you.” he turned the car back on, turning back onto the road.
“which is entirely fair. you can slap me when we get to the hotel, alright baby? i just need to get you somewhere while we wait for the safehouse.” he said softly.
you grumbled something out but relented. “im not going to slap you, you’d somehow get off on that.” you blurted out and he chuffed under his breath, knowing that would be true.
you arrived in a hotel, a fancy one at that, he spoke to the front desk. luggage at his side. oh great, he speaks swedish too. you glared at him as he spoke. he walked you to the elevator.
“honey?” you said with a deceiving smile and anger in your voice.
“yes dearest?” he responded with equal sarcasm.
“next time i comment on the fact you’re bilingual, maybe correct me and say trilingual.”
“polygot actually, 8 languages.”
you turned your head to look up at him, and yell. but the elevator doors dinged and opened, revealing a sweet looking couple. you bit your tongue and he stepped aside letting the couple out. he had the nerve to strike up a conversation with them as you looked at the ground, no idea what was being said.
“åh vilket underbart par!” the woman cooed softly, nudging her husband who agreed smiling gently.
“ah tack så mycket, det här är min underbara fru. kul att träffa er båda, men vi måste komma till vårt rum. önskar dig lycka till!” john spoke and your eyes widened softly at the accuracy of the accent, he dragged you into the elevator.
“i love you. i love you so much. please realise im doing this for you. to protect you.” he said, holding your cheeks softly in his palms as the elevator rode up to your floor.
“i love you too. im just confused, and scared.. i wouldnt have gotten on a plane otherwise, im still peeved you did that though.” he nodded, kissing your forehead.
“i know baby, how about i run you a bath and we can order some champagne and talk? would that be alright?” you nodded softly as he walked you to your hotel room. it was lovely, luxurious even. he ran the bath and you stripped, slipping in and sighing in bliss, closing your eyes.
you heard him speak on the hotel phone, probably ordering champagne, and he checked the hotel room, paranoid. the champagne never came, and so he sighed, poking his head into the bathroom, looking at you in absolute awe. you turned your head looking towards him.
“im just going to run down to see what’s taking so long, okay baby? i will be right back, two minutes at most.” you nodded softly.
“that’s okay. ill be here… and john?”
“hm?”
“i love you.” he smiled walking over to kiss you delicately, looking into your eyes.
“i love you too. two minutes, time me.” he murmured before disappearing.
two minutes later, almost exactly - if you had bothered to time it, you heard the door click. you smiled to yourself, closing your eyes softly as you relaxed in the bath, bubbles covering you. you heard the footsteps approach the door.
“john? dont bother with the glasses, just come here.” you called out, assuming he was going into the hotel room to collect the glasses. he never responded. he always responded to you.
“john?” you called out, voice wavering. it’s not like you could call him. but surely it was him. you sighed, stepping out, wrapping a towel around your body. soap suds rolling down your chest as you padded out into the bedroom part of the hotel room. he was nowhere to be seen.
“john? baby?” you mumbled softly. it all happened so fast.
you had no time to react as a hand clamped over your mouth from behind. another grabbing your waist, hand around your towel. your short towel. you kicked, screaming, muffled behind the hand. trying to kick out the feet from behind you. you halted, inhaling shakily when you felt something cold press to the side of your head. this wasn't john.
likes, reblogs and comments are so so so incredibly appreciated.
i love you!
18+ !! <3
john wick ✧ .・relocking your doors, a hand on your back at all times, laced money, trained vigilance, constant protection, relocating, russia, unmarked black suvs, tokyo, constantly looking over one's shoulder, red roses, self defence lessons, codewords, undisclosed places, a double life, chin up, silk lingere, safehouses, deep kisses.
my fics:
flight risk: life was perfect, despite what your parents wished for you, you had all you could possibly want. surely your husband wont wake you up at 2am and drag you across the world, uprooting everything you've ever known.
inspo songs:
tainted love, soft cell
million dollar man, lana del rey
dirty diana, michael jackson
criminal, britney spears
thats life, frank sinatra
califonia dreamin', bobby womback
female robbery, the neighbourhood
fawn ✧ .・eighteen, leo ☉ aquarius ☾ libra ↑, she/her, oceania based, addicted to making niche spotify playlists, peppermint tea enthusiast, comfy and warm 24/7, would live in a cinema if deemed socially acceptable, i <3 t.s.
who im planning on writing for in the future: ✧ .・
aaron hotchner (criminal minds), spencer reid (criminal minds), simon riley (call of duty), stephen strange (marvel) tom riddle (the hp universe) + john wick (john wick hehe), joel miller (tlou), james 007 bond (james bond) + potentially more, and open to requests <3
my rules
my masterlist
anon emojis (if people would like that <3)
all likes, comments and reblogs highly appreciated, you would make my day <33
fawn's masterlist ✧ .・
criminal minds
✧ aaron hotchner (coming soon!)
✧ spencer reid (coming soon!)
call of duty
✧ simon riley (coming soon!)
marvel
✧ stephen strange (coming soon!)
the hp universe
✧ tom riddle (coming soon!)
james bond
✧ james bond (coming soon!)
tlou
✧ joel miller (coming soon!)
john wick
✧ john wick (coming soon!)
John Wick 4 was very entertaining and the action gets more and more ridiculous as the movie goes on. Beautiful cinematography, choreography, and soundtrack. Would recommend for action lovers everywhere. Don’t forget to stay for the post credits scene!!
Finally saw John wick 4 and drew some fanart for it
Yeehaw, indeed...
JOHN WICK 3:
YEEHAW
ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ : ᴊᴏʜɴ ᴡɪᴄᴋ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ
𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕦𝕒𝕝 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕝. 𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕖𝕩𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖, 𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤, 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤, 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕙 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕙 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕙. 𝕋𝕠𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕪 𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕕𝕠 𝕤𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕤 (𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕝) 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖. 𝕀𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖’𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕐ℂ ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕝, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕝.
ℍ𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀’𝕞 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕘 𝕗𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕣. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕 (𝕚𝕗 𝕀 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥). 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕝’𝕤 𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕗𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒 “𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟”. 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕟, 𝕞𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕. 𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞.
𝕆𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕡𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕟, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕕𝕒𝕡𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖. 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥, 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗/𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕀 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖 (𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕤 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖), 𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕠𝕓𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕/𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤, 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 (𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕚𝕤 𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕕𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕖𝕩𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕪𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕪) ((𝕡𝕝𝕦𝕤 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕞𝕖𝕟’𝕤 𝕡𝕤𝕪𝕔𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤, 𝕘𝕒𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥/𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡/𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕓𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝕠𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣)).
𝕌𝕟𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕪 𝕡𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕤, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕞𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕔 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥, 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀’𝕞 𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖.. 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕚𝕗 𝕀 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕘𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕙… 𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕨 𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖 (𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖) 𝕄𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕒 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕞𝕖.
𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕝.. 𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕥. ℂ𝕚𝕒𝕠
𝔐𝔵. 𝔅.
~ 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 ~
𝐣.𝐰. 𝐱 𝐧.𝐬. 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜
Intro? (Updated :>)
Never really posted on here, so not sure what i’m doing lol
@choppersconfirmedkills post inspired me to do.. this? lol thanks pookie ilyyyy
Name’s Bee, I’m a nerd and love anything nerdy. Huge fan of stealing my partners clothes, and I frequent to different realities because I can.
I also run an etsy shop for anything and everything channeling, so if any of you want to hear from your peeps, peek da shop 😉
Anyways, here are some of my DRs bc why not:
~Cyberpunk 2077
~Arcane
~John Wick (this one’s fairly recent)
~Gravity Falls (realistic)
~Attack on Titan (one of my first DR’s, will no longer shift there for reasons but it’s one I hold close to me)
~multiple CRDR’s (including Transformers 2007 with my husband) (most of my CRDR’s are with different partners in one place lol)
~The Walking Dead
~Dune
~😽
About me:
-I’m a nerd
-I love anything and everything cheesy
-Mutt
-Double jointed (EDS go brrrr)
-I can cook a mean jambalaya
-Certified yapper
-I am living proof that the government officials are a bunch of furries (no you will not get context, iykyk)
-Was given the name “not dead bitch” in one reality, it’s universally known that I cannot die (even if i wanted to)
-Poly
-Witchy and bitchy
-Gamer uwu
Don’t hesitate to dm me if you wanna talk about anything and everything shifting (or if you have any questions and comments about, well… anything lol)
Take care now ✨
Lindir, blackmailing his way into a position in Lindon so he can keep taking care of Elrond and Elros: And - and then... I saw the massacre at Sirion... i-it haunts my n-nightmares...
Lindir at Sirion:
My recreation at of the John Wick poster but with Shadow the Hedgehog.
Also for Keanu being Shadow for the 3rd Sonic movie ✨✨
Organizations/Groups I think the Payday heisters would be in.
Duke would definitely be a Kingsman agent. Im listing this first cause its what inspired the whole post. Dallas and Houston would be Statesman agents. Hoxton would be considered for Kingsman because of Aldstone, but whether or not he makes it in is up in the air.
Jacket would be buddies with the Unholy Trinity from GTA or part of the Creeps from RUINER.
This isn't like. An official group but I think Wolf and Joy would be survivors in Generation Zero.
Wick would be a Dark Brotherhood assassin when the Brotherhood was in its prime (Oblivion Era)
Jimmy is a citizen of the New Sheoth in Shivering Isles on the side of Mania.
I could see Bonnie as a crewmember aboard the Black Pearl.
More to come, feel free to add on :0
Soldier, Poet, King (Keanu Reeves characters version)