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The Jade Viper #2

Pairing: John Wick x !F!Reader

Summary: Loyalty goes far for Y/n, she proves over and over again to John that she'll do anything for him and his honor. Even rescuing him from a kidnapping; she's always going to be right behind him through thick and thin. But John begins to catch feelings for his loyal ninja assassin.

Warnings: adult language, blood, guns, beatings, wounds, torture, abuse, character past history, child death, nightmare, sexual tension, mutual pining, flirting, fluff.

Minors DNI 🔞

Part I, Part III

John could taste the copper inside his mouth, his sides aching from the growing bruises. His hands being cut into by zip ties around the arms of the chair; two men standing close by as the leader cleaned his knuckles of blood with a rag. He started to speak about how great John was supposed to be, but the leader just grew more agitated.

"You are no Bogeyman, the Baba Yaga I've once heard of is nothing but a weak man." He growled, he pulled back his fist to punch John once more. "Speak your last words, Mr. Wick." John grunted as he clenched his fists.

"Have you ever heard of the Jade Viper?" asked John as he closed his eyes to take in a heavy breath. The leader held back his laugh as he let John's tie go, "Are you really trying to spook me with a fake story to avoid your death?" He chuckled. John shook his head as he looked at the man again.

"It's real. . . I've seen it, I've seen her." John then snapped his fingers; the man rolled his eyes and attempted to grab John's throat, only to suddenly choke—John saw the silver thin yet long needle pierce through the leader's neck—sending him into a paralyzed state and collapsing onto the ground. John heard the two men in a scuffle behind him—a bone was heard being snapped as one of them was thrown beside John before being quickly dragged backwards into the shadows and one of them screamed with agony until a sound of a knife being pierced through someone's body was heard.

John listened to the clicking heels coming towards him, gentle hands being placed atop his wrist as her kunai sliced through the zip tie. "Y'know, when you said you'd find the Blood Dragons yourself, I didn't think you'd let them catch you in a way." Y/n sighed, "It pained me seeing them hurt you. I'm glad I knocked the main one out for now."

John winced as he rubbed his wrists to get the blood flowing to his fingers. He looked at the dead man's body as she picked up a clean rag—tilting his face to look at her while she gently cleaned around his bruises and cuts on his cheek and head. "He's dead." He commented.

"Awh, John, you doubt me so much. He isn't dead. Not yet anyways. These are metal needles with a point at both ends. . . They're often used for medical purposes in my clan, being used to strike acupuncture points. Anyone with great proper medical knowledge can effectively use these in battle to incapacitate or even kill their target should you aim for vital spots. I aimed to incapacitate him." She smirked, "He's just asleep for now."

"You know a lot of techniques." He said, "How were you able to learn all of this?" That made her grow a smile on her face as she let go of his head. "I'll tell you once we get out of here." The incapacitated man was stuffed into the trunk, hands and feet were tied. Y/n was driving and John was resting in his seat as Bones jumped into the backseat, "Good girl." She cooed while tossing her pet a treat.

She had started to drive and watch the view of lights being blurred by the raindrops. John sighed as he relaxed, "So. . . are you going to tell me?" Y/n nodded with a grin. Her fingers lightly drumming on the steering wheel.

"You already know that I'm not just an assassin, but, also a ninja, John. Something you'd hear in one of those dumb movies. But it's true. Even I want to laugh at it myself. When I was born, the Grandmaster took his pick of the litter. Each son and daughter in his clan wasn't there by choice, only by force. I was chosen by him and dragged into his training. I remember how ruthless his training was, he trained us in many ways. Those scars you saw my chest, my legs, the bottoms of my feet were all from him." She said.

John was listening while he watched her, her eyes glistening with pain as she remembered her childhood. "He beat the martial arts into us, branded it in our brains, burned it into our bodies, and carved it into our souls. To test who truly were the strongest out of the weakest, he'd match us against each other. A fight to the death. I remember beating one of my sister's, his eyes were on me and I knew what I had to do to prove that I was worthy to keep living. . . So I broke her neck."

John's eyes grew wide with sorrow and shock as he looked at her. "Her death was quick, and full of mercy. I released her from years of torment, John. I didn't want to, but I had to. We had these death tournaments once a year until we turned eighteen, the year we mastered everything. When I was twelve, he had me wear blindfold for an entire year. He said that we must fight no matter what, even without our gift of sight." John saw her hands beginning to tremble as she pulled into his garage.

"What he told us during our punishment has always stuck in my mind. . . Pain breeds weakness. Suffering exists because weakness exists." She muttered, "I had to practice to walk and run in silence. If I made a noise, he strike my feet with a bamboo rod, that's why I have permanent scars on them. . . I have scars on my body from his punishments. You must understand, John, I now do this to protect you. You only. You gave me a chance to change, and I plan to only use my skills to do whatever it takes to protect you."

John felt his heart break at her promise. He'd gone through his own training to become an assassin, it was cruel, and it was painful. But hearing just a tiny tale from her own experience sounded like hell compared to his own. He found her hand and held it in his own, her head slowly turned to look at their connection as John glanced at her.

"I'm sorry for what you've gone through, Y/n." She shook her head and placed her other hand on top his. "Don't be sorry for me, John. . ." Her eyes flickered to his and remained there for a minute. Time seemed to have slowed down, both their hands grew warmer. She shut her eyes and shook her head lightly before releasing her hand from his.

"Let's head inside, I need to take care of your wounds." With that, she exited the car and helped John inside of the house. Once settled in, she removed his shirt and coat. Seeing the bruises and scars on his body, it made her smile warmly before she attended to his cuts. "Why are you smiling?" John questioned, he heard her giggle to herself as she shook her head.

"It's just funny to see you injured like this, I've seen worse but, it's just funny when it's you." He grunted feeling the rubbing alcohol brush against his open cut, "Does it hurt?" "Not as bad as before." He replied. Y/n finished her work and handed him a glass of water, "Is he still alive?" John questioned. "He's settled in the garage for now. I'll move him to the basement after-"

"Not him. . . Your Grandmaster." John corrected. Y/n paused while washing her hands—she turned off the water and turned to look at John who was sitting on the couch. "John. . . Why do you want to know?" She asked.

"Just tell me." He said, a sigh left her as she walked back to the couch to sit down beside him. "I don't know anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"I escaped. . . I left my clan, attacked the Grandmaster, and they've been after me ever since." Y/n said, "When you asked me where I lived, I said nowhere. . . Because I'm always running from them, I kill threats to keep them distracted."

"Your siblings?" John asked.

"The ones who still remain by his side. . . But, now with you. I get to stop running, now I have a purpose to stay where I am and fight for something that matters. The Grandmaster told us that we are his blood, no more than that. "Wherever you are, wherever you may. go, you must never forget who you are. You are part of me, as I am part of you. This is the truth of your lives, and it will remain true after death." Weakness compels strength. Betrayal begets blood. This is the law of the Seven Clans. . ." Y/n lifted her head and looked at John with guilty eyes.

Her foot lightly tapping on the ground as she spoke, "I betrayed my clan, scarred the Grandmaster's face so bad, I believe he lost an eye. . . It's been years since I've last saw him, but I've seen many of my siblings come and go." John saw the tears beginning to grow in her eyes as she looked down. "You took a shower when you first got here. . . Who's blood was it?" John inquired.

". . . One of my brothers, we seemed to have crossed paths when we were hunting you down for fun. . . I just overwhelmed him and got the upper hand."

"Why am I such a big target?"

"Come on, the Bogeyman? Sounds like a scary name, scary name equals scary threat." She smirked. John couldn't help but grin at her words, Y/n laid back on the couch and stretched her arms and legs. "How far does your loyalty go?"

Y/n smiled again as she sighed, "As far as it needs to go, John. You go anywhere, I'll be there making sure you're safe. Unless you need privacy with a lady." She answered—standing up and beginning to walk to the garage. "I'm gonna fetch our friend in the car, I'll have him tied and prepared for your questioning."

He nodded his head and Y/n disappeared into the garage. John gently traced the back of his hand with his other, Bubba approached and rested his head on his thigh. "I don't know what I'm thinking. . ." He muttered to his dog.

Later at night, after dealing with the leader's body and interrogation—John had dinner with Y/n, she cooked spaghetti, garlic bread, and made a fresh salad for them to eat; John took a shower and gotten dressed for bed. He got in bed and Bubba was in his dog bed with Bones in the living room, Y/n was elsewhere.

John didn't know where she had went, but he knew she was close by. He fell asleep and started to drift off into his dreams—when he did, he expected to see Daisy, or his wife, anything but woman wearing a large sunhat. She was kneeling by a row of potted flowers, she wore gloves and a beautiful green and white flower dress, her hair blew with elegance in the wind while the sun shined on her.

John felt his heart pick up speed when she turned to smile at him, Y/n was smiling at him. Her eyes were bright and innocent, full of life and glee; three puppies tumbled over her feet, Bubba and Bones both sniffing them and pushing them onwards. Y/n slid off her gloves and giggled as she lifted the large sunhat to peek at whoever was behind him. John froze when he heard, "Daddy!"

A child's voice piped up with happiness, John looked behind him to see a young girl with short black hair, similar to his own. Her eyes full of adoration for him as she smiled, she held his hand and dragged him forward towards Y/n. It was only then that had John saw Y/n's body. Her dress perfectly brought out her baby bump: she was pregnant. Beautiful, and pregnant?!

John then saw his entire fantasy become a nightmare when thunder had struck, lighting had blinded him for only a minute. When he finally opened his eyes, he saw blood everywhere. Bubba and Bones were gone, the little girl was gone, Y/n wasn't. She was there. . .

Only. . . She was standing in a pool of blood, and the little girl lying right beside her feet. Bleeding out with empty eyes. Y/n's face and hands coated with blood, behind her, shadows began to emerge from the depths of the garden. Carrying katanas, blades, and even the heads of John's old enemies.

Y/n lifted her face and stared at John with an empty expression. As if she wasn't there anymore, just a shell of her remained. The shadows then leapt at John and he had woken up in a cold sweat. His heart thumping harder and faster than ever before, he looked at his window to see the night sky still there.

He lifted his hand and held his head to calm himself down, taking in slow and deep breaths. "John?" Y/n whispered from somewhere in the room, he looked around in the dark and looked towards the closed door.

"Y/n?" He mumbled—the floor slightly creaked and he looked to the left side of the room, the corner that was filled with nothing but shadows—Y/n slowly emerged from the darkness with a concerned look on her face.

"Are you okay?" She asked with a soft voice. He leaned against the headboard and sighed. ". . . Where you here the entire time?" He wondered. She let out a halfhearted giggle as she sat on the edge of his bed.

"No, I wasn't actually. I heard you shuffling around in here, I thought you were being attacked at first so I came in. . . Then I saw that you were being attacked by yourself. . . And I wasn't sure to wake you up or not, until you did five seconds later." She explained, "Are you okay?"

He nodded his head and glanced at the clock instead of Y/n, still unsure of what his dream had really meant. His eyes found her again as she stood up and walked to the door, "I'll be out here." She added. "Don't you sleep?" said John. "Not until you have proper rest, once you're taken care of and healed up, only then can I sleep."

With that, she shut the door and left John alone. He ran his fingers through his raven locks as he rethought of the dream again. Why did he think of that? Better yet, why was she pregnant? Why was that little girl there? . . . Why was Y/n covered in all that blood? . . .

John could only wonder as he laid back in his bed, feeling cold and unsure but most definitely, alone. As if he somewhat wanted Y/n to stay in the same room with him, but also didn't. What was this feeling he was sensing? He could only shut his eyes and sleep on it.

From afar, outside hidden within the trees—watching as Y/n walked down the stairs and freeze in place as she felt a pair of eyes piercing at her. She snapped her eyes towards the shadows of the forest, seeing nothing there but a squirrel scurry up the tree. She clenched her fists as she smelled the pine trees.

"Run, run, little sister." whispered the shadow from the darkness.

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Pt. 3 is coming soon!!

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lilithlinen · 29 days

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Special - Tommy Wernicke x You

Requested by @gea-chan96 ❤️😍

Plot: You get bullied and teased by Leah and Stacy for not having sex yet with your boyfriend, Tommy Wernicke.

Leah and Stacy sauntered up to you during their lunch break, smirking maliciously. "Oh look, it's Miss Virgin over there. Is Tommy not man enough for you or something?"

"Hey there, honey," Leah drawled, "We heard your little secret. No luck in bed yet?" Stacy chimed in, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

You, feeling frustration welling within yourself, clenching your fists tightly. "Leave us alone!" you snapped back, trying to hide the hurt from their words.

"Oh come on," Leah sneered, "you should see my nights with Mark, my boyfriend. You have no idea how amazing our nights are. Me and Mark be doing it every night. Maybe I should share some tips with you, since Tommy won't."

"Yeah, maybe he needs some lessons from Mark. He knows how to please a woman, unlike your loser boyfriend." Stacy said.

You bit your lip. "Please, don't speak about my boyfriend like that."

Leah scoffed sarcastically, "What are you gonna do about it? Tell him? Ha! He probably won't even care."

You walked away feeling hurt and frustrated

Tommy walking towards you after school, concerned expression on his face "Hey, what happened? You look upset."

You sigh heavily, rubbing your temper. "Just Leah and Stacy being mean again. They were talking shit about us, saying that we haven't had sex and how your skills are awful."

His jaw tightens, anger boiling inside him. "Those bitches…"

You nod, tears welling in your eyes. "It's okay, I shouldn't let them get to me like this…"

Reaching out, he brushes away your tears gently. "Don't worry about them. You know I love you, right?"

Nodding weakly, wiping away more tears. "Yes, but it still hurts hearing those things…"

Tommy embracing you tightly, his voice softens, "They can't change who we are or how much we mean to each other."

Later that day, when you and Tommy were alone at home, you shared what happened with Leah and Stacy again. Gently, Tommy takes your hand in his, and said softly, "Don't let them get to you. Their words mean nothing."

Seeing the pain in your eyes, he knew he had to make things right. "Look at me," he commanded gently, tilting your chin up until your eyes met. "You're beautiful, inside and out. And I would never disrespect you like that."

A small smile graced your lips, but he could tell there was still doubt. "Just trust me," he whispered, pulling you close for a warm hug. "One day soon, we'll show them all just how great our relationship truly is."

You gaze at him for a moment longer than necessary, Leah and Stacy words made you somehow more insecure and very unsure. "You don't want me, do you?" you ask Tommy tentatively.

His heart skipped a beat at your question. Shaking his head firmly, he replied, "Of course I want you! You're the only person I want to be with, and nothing anyone else says can change that. I promise we'll prove them wrong when the time is right."

Gently brushing a strand of hair from your face, he leaned in closer, your noses almost touching. "But for now," he murmured, "let's focus on making sure we're both comfortable and ready for that moment. I wouldn't want you to feel pressured into anything you're not ready for."

Seeing the uncertainty fade from your eyes slightly, he added, "And remember, their opinions mean nothing compared to ours."

You look into his eyes searchingly before swallowing the gulp in your throat. "What if I told you that I'm ready?"

Surprise flickered across Tommy's features for a moment before his expression softened into pure joy. "Really?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Are you sure, absolutely sure?"

Wrapping an arm around your waist, he pulled you close, your bodies pressed together. "If you're ready, then so am I," he confessed, looking deep into those gorgeous of yours. "But only if you're certain, because this changes everything between us."

As you nodded against his chest, he continued, "Let's take things slow, okay? We've got plenty of time ahead of us to explore and discover new things about each other."

With a gentle kiss to your forehead, he promised, "Tonight, we'll start with something simple – just us, skin to skin, without any expectations or pressure."

You take a deep breath feeling nervous but excited at the same time. "I trust you with all my heart, Tommy."

Tommy smiling broadly, he cupped your face in his hands, brushing his thumbs gently over your cheeks. "That means the world to me," he whispered, leaning in for another tender kiss. "Now, why don't we get upstairs and make tonight special?"

Holding hands as you both ascended the stairs, excitement bubbled within you and Tommy. This wasn't just about proving Leah and Stacy wrong; it was about showing you how much he cherish and adore you. As you both reached his bedroom, you two began undressing each other slowly, his eyes never leaving yours.

Once you were both comfortably under the covers, he took your hand again, saying softly, "Remember, we're in control here. If at any point you want to stop, just tell me."

Nodding shyly, you snuggled closer, your hearts pounding in sync.

"Make love to me, Tommy..."you whispered softly caressing his face.

Feeling a rush of emotion, he closed the gap between you both, sealing your lips with his passionately. When you finally broke apart, he murmured, "You're beautiful," before beginning to gently kiss a trail down your neck and shoulders.

Slowly, he trailed his fingers along your body, loving every inch of your skin beneath his.

As he kissed down your body, your breath hitched, but you didn't pull away. Your skin felt silky smooth under his touch, and he marveled at its warmth.

His heart raced as he planted a trail of kisses lower, inching towards the treasure that awaited him. When he found the curve of your hip, he paused, taking a deep breath. This moment meant everything - the first time exploring someone so deeply, someone who trusted him entirely.

With gentle hands, he took off your panties. The sight that greeted him took his breath away; pure, unblemished beauty. Gently, he brushed a kiss across your thigh, savoring the shiver that ran through your body.

Moving closer, he positioned himself between your legs, your gazes locked. "Ready?" he whispered softly. You nodded, a blush spreading across your features. With tenderness, he entered you slowly, feeling your tightness envelop him and your muscles resist a little.

Pausing briefly, allowing you time to adjust, he started moving gently. Your eyes never left each other's as he reveled in the feel of your body beneath his. Each thrust brought you both closer, connected in ways neither of you could have imagined.

The room became filled with soft moans and gasps, your lovemaking growing more intense. But despite the heat, he remained careful, ensuring you were comfortable throughout.

Finally, as pleasure peaked, you cried out his name, wrapping your legs around him. In response, he gave one last surge, finding release together.

When you lay there spent, sweaty, and breathless, he whispered, "I love you," pressing a kiss to your temple.

"I love you too," you whispered back softly.

In that moment, surrounded by love and intimacy, it was clear that Leah and Stacy couldn't comprehend the connection you shared together.

Thinking about what just happened between you and Tommy, you blushed deeply burying your face into his neck.

Laughing softly, he wrapped his arms tighter around you. "It's okay to blush," he murmured into your hair. "I'm just glad you chose me for this momentous occasion."

Slowly, he kissed your neck, enjoying the feel of your skin under his lips. "There's no one else I'd rather be with, either," he admitted, nuzzling you affectionately.

After a few moments of silence, he asked, "How do you feel right now?"

"Sore," you chuckled softly and a bit shyly, "but I've never felt better."

Grinning, he squeezed you lightly. "Well, that's normal," he assured, planting a kiss on your forehead. "But don't worry, it gets better with time."

As you two lay there, you felt a sense of contentment wash over you. Despite the soreness, his words and care filled your heart with happiness. "So, ready for round two?" he joked lightly, knowing you'd understand his meaning.

Resting his chin on top of your head, he continued, "Those bullies have nothing on us."

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