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𝖠／𝖭－ 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾. 𝖠𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋. I’ll definitely add more but for now this is it 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌.

𝖱𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖿 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇

𝖡𝗈𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇(𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇)

𝖬𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖿 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌

𝖲𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖿 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇

𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖿 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗍

𝖢𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖿 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇

𝖶𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖿 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇

𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖿 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇

𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖿 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇

𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖿 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿

chapter 1-1

ABANDON ALL HOPE

YE WHO ENTER HERE

In the eternal, boundless silence, on a desolate wasteland, John Wick must find the happiness he seeks.

1-1，1-2，2-1，2-2

You were John Wick’s anchor. The reason he had crawled out of the pit of blood and vengeance, the reason he believed even for a moment that he could live like a normal man. With you, he had found peace. Marriage was supposed to mean safety, but in John's world, safety didn’t exist only temporary truces.

Santino D’Antonio saw that.

At first, his obsession was subtle. Compliments disguised as courtesy: “No wonder he left the life, who wouldn’t for a woman like you?” Gifts that appeared at your doorstep, supposedly tokens of respect for “Baba Yaga’s bride.” His eyes lingered too long when he spoke to you, that faint smile betraying more than good manners.

John noticed. He always noticed. His jaw would tense, hand brushing against yours like a silent reassurance. But Santino was clever, he never crossed a line outright. Instead, he played the long game.

The marker was his weapon, but not just against John. Against you.

Santino used it to get John to kill his sister Gianna so he could claim her seat at the High Table. You hated it, hated watching John suit up again, his quiet rage simmering beneath the surface as he slipped back into the armor of the assassin you prayed he’d left behind. But Santino knew exactly what he was doing. If John refused, he’d break the rules. If John obeyed, he’s the villain, and every drop of blood spilled would be another crack in the peace that he built with you.

And once Gianna was gone, Santino’s plan unfolded even further: John Wick was to die next.

But not just to tie up loose ends. No Santino wanted you.

His obsession had rotted into something consuming. In his mind, John’s death would “free” you. He imagined you beside him, draped in silk and diamonds, not chained to a grieving husband who could never escape his ghosts. He painted a picture of safety and power — but what he really wanted was ownership.

John understood the game. He could feel Santino circling closer, not just as an enemy but as a predator trying to sink his claws into the one thing John loved most. That made him more dangerous than any assassin John had ever faced.

Because John Wick could forgive betrayal. He could endure the endless cycle of violence.

But touch his wife? Threaten her? Covet her like some prize to be stolen?

That was a death sentence.

And John was going to deliver it marker or no marker, High Table or no High Table.

Should I expand more on this? Pls comment!

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(Bad title, I know, by my brain is blank)

Masterlist

Yandere John Wick x Reader

Warning: Possessive undertones, hints of darker tones and power imbalance,

(John is younger here)

GIF not mine.

Brisket, ribs, mac and cheese… John was trying to figure out what else to order from the barbeque restaurant. He knows what foods you like. He knows everything that you like. It's mostly just a matter of figuring out what food you're in the mood to eat. You've been responding best to comfort food so that's what you'll be getting. He hums thoughtfully before placing the order. After paying, he takes the takeout to his car. Aurelio had done a beautiful job restoring it to its former glory. John had been sure to give him a generous tip for his work. He drives back to his new house, the one that he shares with you, his precious little darling. The drive is long but he's patient. He does his best to always be patient when it comes to you.

It had been a warm day and you were curled up on the couch with Dog, relaxing together in the warm afternoon sun while listening to the narrator on the TV drone on about the lives of sea turtles. You weren't quite sleeping but you weren't quite awake either. John smiles warmly at you as he begins setting the table. You had been so sweet lately and he was so happy to be able to spend time with you. He gives Dog a few gentle pats when he's done and watches as you shift slightly to get more comfortable.

John had decided to be selfish. He had been much more selfish than usual lately. He had taken you, first of all, but he had also been slipping some pills into your drinks to keep you more cuddly and pliant. He curls up next to you, simply watching without touching you for a second before wrapping his arms around you. You're so out of it that you don't fight him anymore, instead seeming to enjoy how warm he is and how gently he holds you.

“I missed you while I was out. I got your favorite from the barbeque place. I thought you might like something that fits the weather.” He murmurs, enjoying the smell of your hair. He had made sure to get a scent that you would like. He likes everything you do with a few select differences, such as your personal freedom.

You groan before nuzzling into the couch cushion. He laughs a bit and slowly sits up, pausing the show you were only somewhat watching. He pulls you into his arms and carries you to the dining room table, sitting you down in the chair that you always sit in and then serving you your portion of the meal. Dog hops off the couch and follows the both of you, clearly hoping to get some scraps as he rests his chin on your knee. You sleepily begin eating, clearly enjoying the food but not there mentally enough to comment on it. John doesn't stop smiling. He thinks that you're just too cute with your sweet, drugged up expression. He'll have to wean you off of those meds soon but for now, he's going to enjoy how calm and sweet you are.