#wick reader

Eve sneaks into the hotel room…

Y/n Wick aims and then lowers their gun…

Y/N: I gave you a key

Eve: where’s the fun in that?

Wednesday: I have some terrible news.

Y/N: What is it?

Wednesday: I have a person inside my stomach.

Y/N: You’re pregnant?

Wednesday smiles.

Y/N: I will protect you & our child at all costs. I will kill everyone who touches you with a pencil.

Wednesday: I love you.

Sofia: "That's why I need him gone Mr Wick."

Y/n: "Hold on Falcone, my service doesn't come cheap."

Sofia leans over the desk and kisses Y/n passionately. Afterwards she smirked.

Sofia: *purrs* "Consider that some up front."

Y/n: "I'll make sure you'll have his head by tonight."

Y/n started walking to the door.

Sofia: *purrs again* "Looking forward to it Handsome~"

Y/N: what kind of f—k’d up Swiss village is this?!

Eve: so much for renting a room for the night

Y/N shoots several attacking patrons…

Eve snaps the neck of another…

Y/N: how do you look so beautiful doing that?

Eve rolls her eyes playfully…

Y/N Wick tends to Eve's bleeding knuckles...

Eve: thank you

Y/N: any time.

Eve: why do you love me?

Y/N: is that truly a question? I'm amazed by you. You make me think there's a possible life outside of all...this

Y/N kisses her knuckles...

Wednesday Addams x Wick!Reader

Based on request by @blindedyogurt and @texaswolf23

Strange. Abnormal. Those are words that were used to describe you for most of your life.

From a young age you could take apart a gun and reassemble it from memory. You learned counting from firing and reloading a Pit Viper gun. You learned basic math from counting your father’s gold Continental coins.

Of course what else would you expect. Your father was the Baba Yaga. Jonathan Wick.

Your father, while a cold heartless hitman, did love you with every fiber of his being. He wanted the best for his child.

And so that’s what lead him to send you as a teen to the Nevermore Academy. He said that it would better for you to learn how to socialize among likeminded individuals and teens rather than spend all summer with Winston and Charon in the Continental.

He wanted more for you. He wanted you to be more than a next generation hit person like him.

And so that lead to you walking the halls of Nevermore with your Belgian Malinois, Dusk. You weren’t exactly the best at socialization. Most of the teens here were psychics or a type of monster of some sort.

Some were nice. Some not so nice. The last of those were a challenge to you. To try and not jab a pencil into their carotid artery and be done with them.

You found yourself sitting outside among the gloomy atmosphere, gently petting Dusk while thinking about the last time you saw your mother.

“Your dog seems deadly” a voice spoke up. So morbid was the tone, carrying with it the sound of death and woe. It was intriguing to you.

“Dusk is trained to rip an assassin’s neck out with a simple call” you explain as you move your eyes to whoever was showing such interest in your dog.

And then you found the source. Her hair was jet black. Her eyes were sunken in and held only a touch of light to them. One might’ve mistaken her for a corpse. And yet she was the most beautiful girl you had ever laid eyes on.

“Wednesday” she responds with a raised eyebrow. “Wednesday Addams”

“(Y/N)” you respond with your own raised brow, “Wick.”

“You’re not much for words” she adjusts herself a little. “I admire that”

“You carry an air of death and woe” you stand up, coming eye to eye with her, “I find that rather intriguing”

The faintest little smile made its way across her pale lips. She was going to enjoy being around you. And you had a feeling that she was the one.

Wednesday Addams x Wick!Reader

Part Two of the Grim Series

You never thought you would find yourself connecting with anyone let alone two people. When you met Wednesday, something just clicked for you. And through her, you met her roommate Enid Sinclair. Enid was a perky girl around your age - a werewolf who had yet to learn how to transform. Her positive energy was a direct contrast to Wednesday’s. Your attitude was more quiet with a little bit of snarkiness.

When you weren’t studying or doing homework, you found yourself at a nearby shooting range. Something about firing the 9mm Pit Viper and effortlessly reloading another magazine always cleared your head. The force behind each bullet fired was almost as thrilling as being in the presence of Wednesday and Enid.

You found yourself wandering the grounds of Nevermore, wondering about the deathly girl in black who had stopped your heart when a familiar voice spoke up in hushed tones. You recognized the perkiness in her voice.

“Oh come on! (Y/N)’s so cute!” Enid spoke up.

You snuck around and spotted Enid talking with Wednesday. Despite being a werewolf, her sense of awareness was slightly off. Neither she nor Wednesday could pick up that you were hiding behind a stone wall, intently listening in, using the hearing and stealth techniques your father taught you.

“Drop it Sinclair” Wednesday spoke up.

“Why? It’s so obvious you like Wick!”

“I said drop it.” Wednesday responded, “I am a child of woe. I feel nothing as childish as love”

“Your secret’s safe with me” Enid said with a little laugh, “I’m as sure of it as I know (Y/N) feels the same for you”

That werewolf girl was very observant, you’d give her that. A small smile made its way across your face. You had been trained to be a weapon for most of your childhood. It felt good to feel something as normal and so fulfilling as love.

You quietly snuck away, crushing a little twig on your way out. Wednesday didn’t pick it up but Enid sure did. A little smile formed on the blonde girl’s face, in truth, she had picked up your scent the moment you snuck up.

You made your way to one of the nearby graveyards on a mission. Your father told you about a certain flower that bloomed near graveyards in this area. You found it after walking past a couple rows of tombstones: the black petunia. So simple, elegant and deathly black. It matched Wednesday to a T.

You grabbed a handful of black petunias and made your way across the school campus towards Wednesday and Enid’s dorm room. From a distance you could spot Wednesday playing the cello from the balcony. It sounded so haunting and gothic. To you it was the most beautiful composition of all, played by your angel of death.

You knocked on the dorm door. Enid answered quickly. The most intense and happy grin made its way across her lips.

“I knew it!” she whispered before ushering you and your dog Dusk into the room.

Wednesday walked in from the balcony, her eyes going wide at seeing you standing there with a bouquet of black petunias.

“Hey” you gave her a small smile.

“Hello” she responded, a slight little bounce in her step as she balanced on her feet a little. Probably for the first time in her life, Wednesday was nervous.

“I-I got these for you” you tried to answer with a calm face. “I saw these black petunias and I thought of you Wednesday”

“Black petunias” she states with a little quiver on her lip, “they only grow in-”

“Graveyards. Yeah. I-I like you Wednesday. A whole lot”

“I have the same admiration for you as well, Wick” she adds, “deeply”

Wednesday walks up to you, throwing the bouquet on her bed before wrapping her arms around your shoulders and hugging you tight. This emotion felt so new to her. If she was going to experience it with anyone, she’s glad it was with you.

“Oh look at you two!!!” Enid exclaims as she observes, “it’s so adorbs!!“

You give Enid a little acknowledging nod. Deadly would be the word to describe you and Wednesday. But yes, you suppose you and her were…adorbs.

News had spread of a vicious mauling outside of the school’s grounds. Some would’ve said a wild tiger or a bear even. But you and Wednesday knew better. You had studied ancient texts in your free time. It was a Grim.

Tailor: buttons, two or three?

Y/N: two

Tailor: fabric?

Y/N: tactical

Wednesday: make it two suits. Business and pleasure.

Wednesday eyes up Y/N in their new suit...

Y/N: how do I look?

Wednesday: (purrs) deadly