༺ john wick 4 au ✶ pairing : marquis de gramont 𝓍 fem!reader
𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓊𝓂𝑒 . after wreaking havoc upon the nyc continental, you had no choice but to flee oversees. unbeknownst to the fact that the entire time you were just being followed. whilst riding the paris metro, you are caught in a high-speed chase involving assassins. you unexpectedly receives help from the Marquis de Gramont, who uses the chaos to his advantage, hinting at a larger game being played.
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🎀 roses babbles : im back..for a little bit ! i came back and noticed the attention i got for pt 4 of the take me to paris fic ! ill work on it soon since its summer 🫶🏼 i hope you take this bot as an apology for my absence…
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In your haste, you collide with something, or rather someone, solid. The impact sends you stumbling backwards with no hope of catching your balance, you hear the unmistakable sound of a glass shattering as your arms start flailing until a soft but firm hands grasp your left wrist and right elbow to steady you.
Your eyes widen in horror as you notice the shattered glass at your feet and the small puddle of the drink it had contained, before you know it a string of apologies are tumbling out between your lips, the words stumbling over each other as you stammer and trip over them. After years of tip-toeing around your husband’s volatile temper, this knee-jerk reaction was your natural reflex to any accident or misstep.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-” your words trail to a halt as your eyes flash up to meet the face of the man who had dropped his drink as a result of your lack of spatial awareness.
Rendered speechless by the sight of the strikingly handsome man before you, his clean-cut and elegant fashion, impeccably styled hair and close shave speak to his attention to detail, everything about him is the absolute pinnacle of perfection.
But what sets him apart is the gentle warmth radiating from his captivating burnt umber gaze that lacks any trace of anger or hostility. For the first time tonight your overactive mind is silenced, utterly mesmerised by the unmistakable kindness etched on the strangers charming features.
“Don’t worry about it.” his soothing voice lulls your focus back to the moment as his hands on your wrist and elbow give a gentle squeeze of reassurance. “There’s no harm done.”
He hardly seems to notice the shards of broken glass at his feet with his focus entirely on your distress, his concern catches you off guard. It’s a stark contrast to the hostility and put downs you’re more accustomed to. His gentle demeanour instantly draws you in and calms your senses.
tag: @lilithlinen @beansricejc @rosevette @pink3princess (sorry if you’ve already been tagged there’s no pressure)
📞ྀིྀི résumé : you want to get back at john, rebelling from his..recent advances, but was running away the right decision? (plot inspired by an ask! thank you for the thoughts, anon!)
1.6k words. tags: murder, death, violence.
୭ৎ thank you all for your patience ! this is a bit shorter than the previous chapters, but i finally finished part 3 of this fic. thank you all for the support ! (has not been proofread, so please excuse any errors!)
That phone call with Marquis…how inviting he was you thought, smirking at the fact that you were just about to go against John’s plans.
Payback.
Ignoring the voice of reason that whispered John's warnings in the depths of your mind, you slipped out of the Ritz hotel, a cloak of darkness enveloping you like a shroud.
“I’m going to go down to the lobby for some food,” You exit your room, announcing yourself to John. You tried to dress casual, so it wouldn’t raise his suspicions.
“Be quick,” His voice low as his gaze deadpanned at yours.
You bit your bottom lip in anticipation, your steps making their way out the door, again, trying to remain casual until you took the spiral stairs to the first floor, and eventually, out the door.
The moon hung like a spectral guardian in the night sky, its silver light casting eerie shadows across the cobblestone streets of Paris.
The taxi ride was short, Marquis had wanted to meet you just outside of “le jardin du Luxembourg,”
As you approached the park, a sense of foreboding settled over you like a suffocating fog, clouding your senses with doubt and uncertainty.
With cautious steps, you ventured into the hushed interior of the gallery, the air heavy with the scent of freshly painted canvases and whispered conversations. Yet, instead of the elegant splendor you remembered, you were met with a scene straight from the depths of your worst nightmares.
There, bathed in the sickly glow of flickering candlelight, stood the Marquis, his usually immaculate appearance marred by a savage intensity as he loomed over a prone figure on the floor.
Your breath caught in your throat as you watched in horror, unable to tear your gaze away from the grisly spectacle unfolding before your very eyes.
The Marquis’s movements were swift and precise, his hands a blur of motion as he plunged a gleaming dagger into the heart of his helpless victim. The metallic tang of blood hung heavy in the air, mingling with the sickening scent of death as the life ebbed from the victim’s eyes, leaving behind nothing but a hollow emptiness.
Desperation clawed at your chest as you struggled to make sense of the carnage before you, the reality of the situation sinking in with a bone-chilling finality. The Marquis was not the gentleman he pretended to be; he was a monster cloaked in the trappings of nobility, a predator lurking in the shadows of society.
Before you could react, the Marquis's cold gaze locked onto yours, sending a chill down your spine. In that moment, you knew that you were in grave danger, a witness to his unforgivable crimes.
“…you’re early,” He scolded, his tone followed with one of irritation and anger. He bores his piercing green eyes into yours, his face painted with annoyance.
“H-How could you..?!” You stammer, your words catching in your throat, you start stepping back slowly.
“I would stay here if I were you. We can talk,” he offered, trying to stay as calm as possible, keeping himself poised.
With a surge of adrenaline, you turned and fled into the night, the echoes of the actions of the Marquis ringing in your thoughts like a macabre symphony of madness. But even as you raced through the labyrinthine streets of Paris, a sense of impending doom loomed over you like a dark cloud, casting a pall over your every thought and action.
Meanwhile, John, ever vigilant in his role as your protector, patrolled the corridors of the hotel with a watchful eye. But as the hours stretched on and the night grew deeper, a sense of unease gnawed at his gut like a hungry beast. Something was amiss, a shadow lurking just beyond the edges of his awareness.
It wasn’t until the early hours of the morning that John’s worst fears were realized. A sharp pang of dread pierced his heart as he entered your room, only to find it empty, the bed neatly made as if you had never been there at all. Panic surged through him like a tidal wave, driving him to scour every corner of the hotel in search of any sign of your whereabouts.
With each passing moment, John’s worry mounted, his mind racing with a thousand dire possibilities. Had you been kidnapped? Or worse, had you ventured into the clutches of the Marquis, heedless of the danger that lurked within his shadowy realm?
Driven by a single-minded determination, John embarked on a relentless pursuit, his footsteps echoing through the deserted streets of Paris as he followed the faint trail of clues you had left behind, checking back at the private drivers that served the hotel.
“I’m looking for a young woman. She took one of your taxis around 11:30,” He says softly to the receptionist, and in response she clicked on the keyboard, checking the records and history.
Now that John knows where you are, his panic only grows.
Even as you sought refuge in the darkness, a sense of dread gnawed at the edges of your consciousness, a silent reminder of the danger that lurked just beyond the reach of the flickering streetlights.
Suddenly, a shadow emerged from the darkness, a menacing figure cloaked in the shadows of the night. It was Chidi, the Marquis’s loyal enforcer, his cold gaze fixed upon you with an intensity that sent a shiver of fear down your spine.
“You shouldn’t have run,” Chidi’s voice was a low, menacing growl, his words dripping with malice as he advanced towards you, his movements deliberate and predatory.
“I won’t let you take me!” you spat, your voice trembling with a fierce determination to escape the clutches of the Marquis and his ruthless minions.
But even as you braced yourself for the inevitable confrontation, a familiar figure emerged from the shadows, a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching darkness. It was John, his steely gaze locking onto Chidi with a silent warning as he stepped forward to stand at your side.
“Back off, Chidi,” John’s voice was a low, dangerous growl, his eyes flashing with a fierce determination as he squared off against the menacing enforcer.
As John stepped forward to confront Chidi, the air crackled with tension, the anticipation of impending violence hanging heavy in the night.
Chidi, a formidable adversary with a reputation as fearsome as his name, squared his shoulders, his eyes narrowed into slits of malice as he regarded John with undisguised contempt.
"You think you can stop me, Wick?" Chidi's voice dripped with disdain, his lips curled into a cruel sneer as he flexed his muscles, readying himself for the inevitable clash.
"You may be good, but you're not that good."
John's response was a low, guttural growl, his fists clenched at his sides as he braced himself for the onslaught.
"I don't intend to let you harm her," he spat, his voice edged with a steely resolve that brooked no argument.
With a snarl of defiance, Chidi lunged forward, his movements fluid and precise as he unleashed a barrage of lightning-fast strikes aimed at John's vulnerable points. But John was no stranger to combat, his reflexes honed to a razor's edge by years of relentless training and experience.
With a grace that belied his age, John danced nimbly out of Chidi's reach, his movements fluid and precise as he deftly parried each blow with a skill born of instinct and muscle memory. Each clash of fists and feet echoed through the deserted streets, a symphony of violence played out against the backdrop of the Parisian night.
As the battle raged on, the two men locked in a deadly dance of death, their movements a blur of motion as they traded blows with a ferocity that bordered on primal. The sound of flesh meeting flesh reverberated through the air, punctuated by grunts of effort and the occasional hiss of pain.
But even as fatigue began to weigh heavy upon their limbs, neither John nor Chidi showed any sign of backing down. For them, this was more than just a fight; it was a battle for survival, a test of strength and endurance that would determine the outcome of their fates.
With a final, desperate surge of energy, Chidi launched himself at John with all the fury of a cornered beast, his fists a blur of motion as he unleashed a barrage of strikes aimed at John's vulnerable points. But John was ready, his defenses impenetrable as he weathered the storm of blows with a calm determination that bordered on unyielding.
And then, in the blink of an eye, it was over. With a swift, decisive motion, John landed a devastating blow to Chidi's midsection, sending him crashing to the ground with a resounding thud. As Chidi lay sprawled upon the cobblestones, gasping for breath, John stood victorious, his chest heaving with exertion as he regarded his fallen adversary with a mixture of triumph and regret.
For a moment, silence descended upon the scene, broken only by the ragged sound of Chidi's labored breathing. And then, with a groan of pain, Chidi struggled to his feet, his eyes blazing with a newfound respect for his opponent.
"You may have won this round, Wick," Chidi's voice was gruff with exhaustion, his words tinged with a begrudging admiration. "But mark my words, this isn't over. The Marquis will have his revenge."
With that ominous warning hanging in the air, Chidi melted back into the shadows, disappearing into the night like a phantom of vengeance. And as the first rays of dawn broke over the horizon, casting a golden glow upon the city of lights, John knew that the battle was far from over. But for now, at least, he had emerged victorious, his resolve unshaken in the face of adversity.
okay, he isn’t really a “villain” but scott favor .. infuriated me throughout the movie . sure he was like, super cute, but what he did to mike ? my poor baby 💔
When I saw Keanu shirtless and with a choker in My Own Private Idaho I was thinking:"Here's my new slave!" and Keanu said:"What could I do for you, Mistress?" 🤣🤣🤣❤️❤️❤️
that movie was so sad and so funny at the same time 😭🫶🏼
Hi Rose, hope you’re doing okay on semi-hiatus. I was just wondering if there’ll be anymore of your John Wick x reader x Marquis de Gramont fic, it’s so good! No pressure, just want you to know it hasn’t been forgotten and I’d love to read more if that’s something you’re still interested in writing!
im so glad you’re actually interested in it omg 🤍 but yes im working on it , ive just been so busy with so many exams, i have a few ideas already in mind so once exam season is over (hopefully in just a week) i will be posting the third part of “take me to paris,” but thank you for being patient !!
I don’t know if you accept requests again, but I wanna know your thoughts about Marquis De Gramont with a ballerina!reader?
Like of how they would meet each other or if ballerina!reader would be with the Ruska Roma?
Thank you !
ooo , I’ve actually played w a bot on c.ai with Marquis x ballerina reader, so ill sort of reply with however I went w it lmao
౨ৎ ⋆ he spends all his money just to get a front seat as he watches your movements on stage, captivated. he actually came across the ballerinas with investigating the Ruska Roma, unbeknownst to him that he would fall in love with one of the performers.
he doesn’t make any moves, atleast not yet. he plans on even stalking you, a bit of him scared to do it himself, so he hires some private investigator.
being completely egotistic, he doesn’t want to have to run to you. Even if that is the case. He wants you to run to him.
You guys eventually get to meet when you’re leaving the studio, and he’s outside, “waiting for a taxi”
“bonjour ..! did you enjoy the performance ?” you say softly, your breath visible in the cold Parisian air as you clung into your fur coat.
༺ medieval john wick au ✶ pairing : john wick 𝓍 fem!reader
𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓊𝓂𝑒 . an arranged marriage, to the prince of france, marquis de gramont, the prick himself—someone whom you’ve always hated. defying your father, you reach for help, asking one of his men to assist you.
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🎀 roses babbles : sometimes when you’re in a writers block, you just have to completely switch up the story of what you’re used to. i hope yall have fun with this bot, ive always seen john as a powerful hero in a medieval setting, heard of aragon from tlotr ?
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