Snape: looks at you then paper then at you again, "are you going to pick it up?"
Y/N: "it's to much effort, I don't have the spare energy"
Snape: gets up, walks over picking up the paper before slamming in into the desk, "there I had to do it with what little energy I have because you won't move your lazy ass"
John Wick - "Try all you want, princess. You're not leaving."
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three days before, you completely cut off all contact with john. you've been staying at a friends place, planning to move out of your apartmentâ perhaps even new york entirely. you changed your number, email, deactivated socials, but you just couldn't ignore the looming paranoia that he's watching you.
that was the thing about john wick. somehow, he had eyes everywhere. even when you avoided places you two used to frequent together, you could still feel his shadow lurking behind you.
it was dark, raining, and stupidly enough you decided to walk home alone. wrapping your arms over your chest, as you let out a soft sigh, a gust of frigid air settling on your lips. rather than taking your normal route, you decide on the short cut through the alley (so clichĂŠ, it almost hurts).
a ping from your phone echoes, and you unlock itâ only for your heart to stop beating.
xxx-xxx: try all you want, princess. you're not leaving.
"what the.." while you're busy scrolling across your phone, trying to determine this mystery texter, you miss the sound of footsteps behind you.
a sharp yelp escapes your throat as a hand slaps over your mouth, another hand wrapping around your waist. the familiar cologne scent hits your nostrils, and the color drains from your face. you flail pathetically against the large body holding you hostage.
"you're lucky it's me. trust me, there's worse things lurking in the dark." john's sultry voice reverberates in your ear.
marquis de gramont x reader: with you, i serve. with you, i fall down. | a seal of fate
plot: the one where the marquis takes you for himself.
warnings: hella down bad marquis, some flulff, break in, violation of privacy, slightly dubious content
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he can hear the shower running through the floor and the occasional humming from a tune coming from the bathroom.
the living room is dark, save for a vintage lamp illuminated beside the couch. it looked too rusty and drab to basically function but it brought a rustic and classy feel to the room. although, the light withered occasionally.
someone is staring at him. more like something, something feline. itâs been tracing his movements the moment he entered the humble abode. vertical pupils squinting from the unidentified person that has entered his castle, a ball of fur that was mounted beside the lamp on the side table.
itâs body was sprawled on the table but it wasnât relaxed. it was tense, as if playing camouflage to its prey. staying still as the prey walks past him and when it does he pounces on them for the kill.
he is no prey. more like the owner, it depends on how sentimental this ball of fur is to you. he hears the shower turn off, it catches his attention and waits to hear a door close and another to open along your soft footsteps trudging through the apartment. you call out for your feline pet, the cat makes no sound to meow back to you. focused on him, if he made any sudden movement to attack him. you sigh then ignore the absence of communication and he guesses that you make a beeline for your bedroom.
he waits a few minutes before getting on his feet. several minutes pass and he stands up and walks towards the cat beside the lamp. the cat tenses along with its back legs fidgety for an attack he slowly halts and reaches for it with his hand.
the cat hisses bravely and swiftly raises its paw to attack the hand attempting to touch him with his sharp claws. it makes vincent hiss in pain and retract his hand, he checks his palm for blood. he realizes no blood was drawn and that relieves him. heâs definitely getting this little shit replaced when you move in with him. heâll get you a sweeter one, a ragdoll or persian just not this demonspawn from hell.
he makes his way towards the bedroom door, as he passes by he can see some trinkets lying on the kitchen and tabletops. a few cooking books and old history textbooks stacked on the floor. this reminds him that he needs to buy you a few books to keep you entertained in the manor.
as he faces the front door he stealthily turns the knob of the door and enters, it was time.
you brushed the tedious knots in your hair with a comb in difficulty, you forgot to brush your hair before showering again. you searched for your hair brush on your vanity but to no avail. you turn towards your bed and gasp in surprise.
he was here, the marquis was here. in your bedroom.
his face remains the same, still and calm as the sea. but you knew better, this was only the calm before the storm. deep inside him, a storm was brewing but he kept his composure to seal away what he truly felt and right now you, the sailor needs to run away from the storm.
you slowly eyed him from top to bottom, as usual his hand stayed in his pockets. a string of gold strewn across his pocket. the chain shines from the luminescence it received from your bedside lamp. he was dressed impeccably, something you often admired. heâd often used his wardrobe as a form of intimidation to his enemies when speaking to them and it often worked. you pray that it doesnât falter you, that he doesnât falter you. maybe heâll leave when you show a strong front to him.
he gazes upon your face like he was taking in a treasure presenting itself to the sight of his eyes. you were still frozen on your spot after you gasped in surprise from seeing him.
âgood evening, cherie.â he breaks the silence with the sweet endearment.
you hesitantly greet out a reply to him, you fail to build a strong front and your voice visibly wavers from fear, âevening,boss.â
he begins to walk, it takes all the power in you not to back away from him. you try to appear composed and resilient. a farce attempt to show that you arenât scared of him, but you know you are and so does he.
thankfully, he doesnât make his way towards you. he saunters towards the edge of your bed and sits down. his eyes wander around your room, taking in the personal touches you made to the room. gradually turning his head to face you once again.
âhow are you?â he politely asks.
âiâm fine. nothing bad happened to me.â you answer.
this again. whatâs his game? it was never just simple conversation with your boss, there was always a point he wanted to come across. a lesson to be learned. right now, it wasnât looking good for you. you need to take control of this conversation.
âthatâs good. the doctor commented a few days ag-â he speaks to you again but got interrupted.
âsir, with all respect. what do you want? why are you here?â you whisper to him. any attempt to gain the upper hand with him is futile, he always gets his licks back. silence follows the conversation before he speaks up again.
âyou know what i want.â he sternly retorts.
âi donât know what youâre here for. much less what you want.â you fire back, strength is solidifying itself inside you.
âis that so? surely you do.â he says mockingly, still playing a game.
âi donât.â you say firmly this time.
âfine.â he scoffs to your face before reaching into his pocket, you flinch afraid he mightâve brought a weapon of some sort, he notices this and his hand remains inside. his eyes all on your frame and yours on his hand inside of his pocket.
you should really hope youâre not fucked.
âperhaps this will jog your memory.â he continues, âthree days ago, you sent me this message. subject: resignation letter. to the marquis de gramont, i'm writing to let you know that, as of the seventeenth day in august of this year, i'm leaving from my employment as the marquis de gramont's personal assistant. due to schedule issues and unanticipated consequences encountered while working, i am leaving my position. i appreciate the chance to work with you over the past two years. sincerely-.â he recites the entire letter of resignation to you with a false professional tone to patronize you..
âi precisely know what i wrote there.â you look away from him annoyed as you cut him off once again.
âthen you precisely know why iâm here.â he argues back. âiâm glad weâre finally getting on the same page, mon coeur.â
no we arenât, i donât want you here. i want you out of my house and i donât want to see you ever again. how come you never ask what i want? you want to scream at him but your silence continues.
âlook at me.â he pressed.
you stay quiet and keep your gaze away from him.
âyou will not leave.â he finally claims. finally this makes your head snap back at him and makes you scoff loudly, the marquis frowns from your reaction although you did give him what he wanted.
âyou canât do this.â you respond weakly, your breath hitching in your throat.
âi can. i actually can.â he states certainly.
âwhyâs that? because you said so?â you challenge him. defying him is never a good idea, you know this. you know better and you should do better, but youâre too petty and exhausted. you want him out as soon as possible even if that means being blunt to him.
âtell me the truth. why do you want to leave?â he changes the subject and presses once again.
âi already told you. itâs in the goddamn letter.â you were getting tired of repeating the same words.
âi donât believe you.â he discloses firmly.
âdonât act so foolish and dense-â you retort in exasperation.
âare you calling me a fool?â he immediately questions. oof i think you hit his pride in that one.
âiâm asking you not to be one. boss, i literally got shot, i almost died. this may be something you can brush off easily but i canât. you donât have to worry about me spreading your secrets because i literally signed an nda and i have no intention of getting back in that kind of work! iâm gonna ask you once again, please leave.â you beg him, hoping he hadnât missed the point of what you were trying to say.
you already knew that this job was already insane. not only do you cater the whims of an insanely rich man whose money seems to have no end but the danger and fear it came along with had to be taken into measure. not to mention, you didnât exactly feel like living when you worked for him. how many opportunities for happiness had you turned away because that meant disregarding the marquisâ orders and facing his wrath if you chose to have that? god, you hadnât even been home in a long time. you deserve this, he should at least have the courtesy to understand that.
âyou donât have to be scared anymore, cherie. iâm here.â he interrupts your thoughts as he softly affirms to you.
you donât want that. you want nothing to do with him, sooner or later youâll get killed and itâs likely going to be because of him. you know that heâs regretful and shameful of what happened to you but keeping you by his side isnât going to change that, people die, more fact than speculation and by mere calculation you could tell itâll happen sooner than later. after all, the marquis was still human. deep down, heâs still vincent and if you were to stay with him for protection that choice should be coming from you, not from him.
his determination to keep you locked away in his manor did nothing but frighten you to death. it had been so unexpected, not to mention you havenât processed that fully along the fact you almost died.
you sigh loudly from resignation, the marquis keeps you in his line of sight, probably wondering what was going inside your head.
âi canât,â you finally utter out, âwhat canât you understand? iâm scaredâŚso fucking scared and you keep waltzing into my life like your entitled to it which just scares me more. i needed time to think, to process..all of this.â you gesture around you, the marquis stays silent listening to your words with no visible reaction on his face.
âi finally thought all of this through, i want to stay alive. staying alive means quitting, i-i have so much to live for, my family needs me and i need them. i donât need you to look out for me, i donât need you for this. i can help myself.â you refrain to him, letting the words sink to him.
âiâve done so much for you. iâve kept and guarded your secrets, everything iâve ever heard while i worked never escaped my mouth and never entered ears that werenât meant to hear them. iâve protected your power, i upheld every system and order you gave me, so for godâs sake. havenât i done enough for you? what else havenât i gave to you?â you spill out to him, he deserves to know this, how you carried his burden with you everywhere without him knowing. the burdens you carried that he couldnât be bothered to touch, every order of assassination, every fearful attempt of getting killed and his mercurial violence.
he needs to know that you canât take it anymore. there is so much that you could take, let him find another. another that might be more tolerable of how he runs his system, more understanding of his work. someone who doesnât flinch at the mention of drawing the blood of his enemies. someone thatâll encourage his determination for the never ending pain and ruthlessness.
you canât be that someone, not anymore.
working for you is pure torture, you want to say but as usual you hold it back from him.
the marquis stays quiet. you donât see his face twist in displeasure or anger..which is good but a quiet marquis wasnât any better. he suddenly jolts onto his feet, scoffing from what you just said as he paced on your bedroom with his head infrequently looking at you. he was getting heated from what you said.
he shakes his head with his hands on his hips before finally speaking, stopping in his tracks, âthatâs it?â
you try to speak before he cuts you off.
âthatâs it, youâre simply leaving me because youâre scared?â he angrily questions you.
âplease, you have to understand.â you try to plead once more.
âcherie, i can protect you. i saved you the same way you saved me. i am owed something.â he reassures you, pieces of his anger slightly heard from his tone.
âi was in the way! i didnât-â you try to clear it with him.
âclearly, your memory isnât serving you well, more reason to keep you safe with me which is for the best.â he firmly asserts.
âiâm not going back there!â you yell at him, âjust because i took a bullet for you doesnât mean you get to dictate how i live my life, at the end of the day, you donât get to control me, i donât exist for you and most importantly just because i almost died because of you doesnât mean i owe anything to you.â you lament at him, exhaustion and animosity getting the best of you as the marquis marches towards you, as you finish, slightly out of breath from your rant. he stands still before you. you hope that your words might put some sense in him.
he stares at you and you look back at him, returning his gaze. you gulp, alarmed that maybe youâd gone too far and perhapsâŚperhaps you shouldâve done this more softly or professionally. you shouldâve conjured a foolproof plan when confronting him about this, you shouldâve expected he wouldnât let go without a fight however, itâs not like you had a choice with him breaking into your apartment.
he slowly strides towards you, step by step. you take a deep breath in despair as he leisurely closes on you while you feel your back hit the wall.
âyou are going back there. it is where you belong, you care for me. donât even try denying it, cherie. i saw, i saw the way you looked at me that night, youâre afraid thatâs all. youâre right,â he takes a deep breath, inhaling your scent then continues, âi donât control you but you do that to me, you control me, you control every ounce of thought that occupies my mind. most of the time, itâs all my head does. you might not exist for me but i exist for you, you make living in this cruel world brighter and sweeter than before but this is where youâre wrong. you do owe me something, you owe me your life and i can make it lovelier if you just let me.â he speaks in a hushed tone as he looks through your eyes. you can feel something grabbing your arms, you glance and see that heâs taken hold of your limbs. rubbing circles around them, attempting to soothe you.
the pattern of his strokes reminds you of that night at the plaza.
he only deters you even more.
âi owe you nothing.â you whisper, your voice growing weaker by every second.
âyou owe me something.â he repeats once again.
âi donât.â you mutter looking into his eyes.
âthatâs where you are wrong, you do.â he emphasizes to you.
âthen weâre even. i-i saved you too and you saved me.â you quietly mumble to him.
he raises a brow in your response and lowers himself to your ear. the hairs in your body rise and you can feel goosebumps crowd your skin.
âi donât want evenâŚi want you.â he confesses.
you frantically sigh in distress, attempting to wrench yourself out of his grip, something you shouldâve done earlier, but itâs too late. he abandons the hold he has on your right arm and clasps it to your neck to bring you closer to him and he kisses you.
you squealed in shock but itâs devoured when he takes your lips to his. you can feel your back press to the wall even harder trying to evade his touch, his kiss, but the marquis presses himself to you. his hands had abandoned your neck and arm, opting to snake around your waist as he pulled you closer to his warmth.
the marquis is kissing you.
he kissed you like a devoured man. as if heâd been deprived of something sweet for years and he finally received what heâd always wanted. he wouldnât let his grip on you soften, afraid that you might abandon him once again, which you did before. he softly moans into the kiss, content and happy with what was happening.
âdonât leave.â he pulls away to whisper into you. âdonât leave me.â
you whimper as you feel his hands exploring your body, one of his palms tugging at the buttons of your satin white pajama shirt, wanting to feel more and more of the warmth beneath the clothes.
âi want you to promise me.â he mumbles to you, your foreheads pressing together, as he brushes his thumb over your bottom lip. you make no sound of promises and affirmation to him. he stays quiet expecting your words as he stares into the depths of your eyes and speaks up once again.
âno matter, youâll be begging for me soon enough.â he sighs from your lack of communication then delves back into the warm haven he has found earlier.
seldomly, heâd pull himself back to bite your bottom lip. youâd wince from the ache coming for your mouth, slightly parting and heâd take that opportunity to slip inside your mouth. his hands continued to explore through your body, randomly squeezing a part of you to force a moan from you, then return to making out with you. you can feel him smile against you whenever he did. you felt bitter because this was looking victorious for him.
âpleaseâŚstop.â you sigh in pleasure when he starts kissing and biting your neck.
âdo you, cherie? i donât think you do, not when youâre making all these pretty sounds for me.â he whispers against your neck then continues his attack on your skin.
âs-sir, stop..stop that.â you plead once again.
âvincent.â he stops to correct you.
âwhat?â you ask confused.
ânone of that courtesies from now on. youâll call me vincent. do you understand?â he softly reminds you, heâd halted his movements of affection, his forehead was pressed against yours again as his eyes looked at you with the utmost devotion known to man.
you stay silent as he smiles at you, that stuns you even more. youâve never seen him smile from something pleasant. his eyes shimmered with love and desire like the stars when you got shot. your lips were wet and plump from the sudden assault the marquis had given them and your pajama shirt had several buttons undone but the marquis by comparison almost looked the same except for the disheveled clothes.
finally, he presses a chaste kiss to your lips, the seal to your fate awaiting his words.
âas much as i want to continue this right now, we must usher home. we wouldnât want to be late for dinner, do we mon amour? cold food never tastes as good when it is warm.â
you stay quiet, slightly mind blown from the make out session your ex-boss just gave you. your head feels fuzzy and unclear, christ your legs feel like giving out if the marquis hadnât been holding you up against the wall.
he leans back down into your collarbone and begins to leave a trail of kisses throughout the skin, you whimper as he bites into some areas of the skin, eliciting a groan from him. you begin to feel his head go lower and lower, entering the region of skin where your unbuttoned shirt had failed to cover, you look down at him hesitantly and you see him looking up at you with affection.
suddenly, he grabs at your hips then raises himself up along with you. hoisting you on him, you hastily grip his shoulders as he lifts you, afraid to fall onto the floor of your bedroom.
âi changed my mind, perhaps it can wait. what do you think mon amour?â he whispers into you in the dark of the night.
you are now his love.
his to have and his to keep.
just as he is yours.
with you, he serves. with you, he falls.
youâre staying with him. not as his assistant but as his partner.
he will be your love. your heart. he will be yours.
you will be his love. his heart. his wife.
and god forbid anyone who takes you from him.
authorâs note: sooo thatâs part five and the last part of the marquis series! i really enjoyed writing this as it helped me explore my writing capabilities (especially in part two) even in my fever induced state. (it had me giggling in a cafe while i had a fever) thank you so much for the kind words and sweet comments yall have about the series (it has me kicking my feet pls continue). although im tempted to write a drabble of the aftermath of part five + that keith toshko fic and two requests ;)) please like and reblog and feel free to comment!
WARNINGS: violence, noncon / dubcon, captivity, depraved use of praise and pet names, unprotected vaginal sex & misc. sex acts, exhibitionism, cucking, stockholm syndrome, & more.
You think Joel is saving you from the bad guys, but he's just claiming you for himself. You're his now, and he won't let you or his men forget it. Better be a good girl for him. It's for your own good, sweet pea.
Raider - Joel "saves" you from men he says are far worse, then has his way with you on a dirty mattress and locks you in a room.
Raider 2 - Your boyfriend tries to rescue you and it goes poorly for him in multiple ways. Joel decides to keep you.
Raider 3 - Joel takes you with the raiders to their stash house and shows everyone you're his on a dirty cot.
â¨NEW Raider 4 - You try to escape and it goes poorly. Joel saves you, cleans you up, and expresses his disappointment.
MISC. HCs etc. If raider!Joel got you pregnant | raider!Joel's dacryphilia | NSFW Alphabet | pt. 5 preview, teaser
