The Wick Family Part 13: Plan K - Revisions Complete
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~ Part 12 ~ Part 13 (you are here)
The next morning, Celestial and John are just finishing up breakfast when the knock sounds at their door. John wipes his mouth on a napkin as he stands to answer it. He glances through the peephole before pulling the door open and letting Y/N inside.
“Good morning.” She says brightly, flashing a smile.
“Morning.” John murmurs, closing the door behind her.
“Am I early?” Y/N asks, stepping out of John’s way as he returns to the table.
John downs the rest of his orange juice. “Nope. Right on time.” He begins to move around the room gathering his equipment from where he and Celestial had laid it out and gone over it the night before. He hadn’t wanted Celestie to help but she insisted and he has to admit it’s easier for her to oil the smaller gun pieces than it is for him. He should probably be concerned about the way she meticulously counted every bullet and knife and how she had little difficulty breaking down the pistols but he doesn’t have the time for that now. He makes a mental note to check Celestie’s youtube history later.
Y/N watches him for a moment, eyebrows raised at the array of weapons placed around the room.
“We cleaned and oiled everything last night.” Celestie answers Y/N’s unasked question.
Y/N looks between Celestial and John. “We?”
“I helped.” Cel says smugly, drinking her orange juice. She’s focused on her phone as she eats.
“She bullied me into letting her help, wouldn’t take no for an answer.” John grumbles, packing his duffle.
Celestial smirks as she takes a bite of her bagel, unapologetic.
Y/N grins, taking John’s empty seat and grabbing a piece of toast for herself. “I wish I had seen that.”
John grunts in annoyance before stepping into the bathroom.
Y/N and Celestial sit quietly for a few moments before Y/N glances at the girl. Celestial looks up at Y/N and shakes her head and goes back to scrolling through her phone.
Several minutes later John leaves the bathroom dressed head to toe in his black suit. He finishes gathering up his equipment and turns, freezing when he sees the girls watching him. “What?”
“Nothing.” They say together. Celestial turns back to her phone and bagel. Y/N just smirks at John and pointedly looking him up and down.
John’s eyes narrow in a glare and Y/N just grins teasingly at him before turning away. John finishes gathering up his equipment and sets his bag beside the door. “Alright, Cel. Y/N is going to keep an eye on you for the next day or so.”
“Okay.” Cel replies, not taking her eyes off her phone. “Be careful. Don’t get shot or stabbed or something.”
John raises an eyebrow at her response. He sits on the end of the bed. “Cel-”
She glances at him. “What? You want me to be okay with it? I’m not. I think you’re being dumb. But you’re going to do it anyways so don’t get shot cause I’m still sloppy at stitches and you should tie your hair back so it doesn’t get in your eyes.” She pulls a hairtie off her wrist and holds it out to him.
John’s shoulders slump and he sighs. He reaches out and takes the hairtie. “Alright.” He stands and pulls his hair back into a tail at the base of his neck. He leans over and kisses his daughter on the top of her head. “Be good for Y/N.”
“I will. Be careful, okay?”
“I will.” He picks up his dufflebag. “Thank you for keeping an eye on her, Y/N. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“We’ll be here.” Y/N waves as John heads out the door.
The girls sit in silence for a while as Celestial finishes her bagel.
“So, about your cryptic text messages.”
Celestial leans over and pulls her notebook out of her backpack and flips through the pages. “Here’s what I got. Take a look.”
Y/N takes the notebook from her and reads through the notes. She looks up from the notebook after a few moments. She finds Celestial sitting patiently, waiting for her to finish. “This is a good plan. It could be dangerous though. You know that right?”
Celestial shrugs. “Every plan has its risks. The major key here is they don’t want to hurt me and they will probably do everything in their power to keep me safe. I’ve seen the way people here look at my dad. He’s not someone they want to risk making angry and he’s only agreeing to do this because they are threatening me. They think I’m an ordinary, harmless little girl.” She grins. “So let’s use that. They won’t see it coming until it’s too late.”
Y/N leans back in the chair and studies the girl. She glances down at the notebook. “You’re missing a few things.”
Cel nods. “I know. I was hoping you’d be able to fill in the blanks.”
“Yes, I can. But are you sure you want to do this?”
Celestial’s eyes turn to steel. “They broke into my house and tried to kidnap me to use me against my dad. Yes. I’m sure. I want to kick their ass.”
Y/N grins. “Good. We’ll have to act fast so pay attention. Here’s what we’re going to do.” She flips to a blank page in the notebook and drops it on the table. Both girls lean over it as Y/N begins to walk through the plan.
A/N: Late last minute post. Takes place before You Gave Me Something To Lose. Happy Birthday to Keanu!!!
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You scrambled to clean up the kitchen counter when you heard John’s car rolling into the driveway. Baby Joana giggled, hitting her cup against her high chair as you moved her to the side. You started to mutter incoherently as the car doors slammed shut, dragging the trash bin to the end of the table and swept the excess flour into it. John’s dog whined looking up at you then at the door.
“I know, sweetie, just distract him when he comes in,” you told him.
He padded his way over to the front door and sat patiently, his ears perking up as his human’s footsteps neared. Now you were just making panicking noises as John was unlocking the door, your brain short circuiting as you try to find a place to hide the used pans that you forgot to clean while you baked. You decided to shove them in the sink, rifling through the drawers for the finishing touches of your hard work.
“Hey, boy,” John greeted the pitbull, crouching down to pet him.
You mentally cursed, steadying your hands as much as you can before using the lighter. It’s not exactly a masterpiece, but at least it was presentable and edible. You’ve only had done this for your other friends, so you weren’t sure what John’s preference were as this was going to be a first with him practically living with you. What if it was too sweet? Or maybe he preferred chocolate?
The falling of shoes meant that John was about to head to the room to wash up, as per his usual routine of coming home. You paced yourself, breathing in slowly to calm down and finish lighting up the candles and cleaning the rest of the kitchen up. John had changed from his suit to a casual v-neck white shirt and jeans, making his way over to the smell of burning wax.
“What is all this?” John asked, stunned at the sight before him.
You quickly untied to apron and draped it over a kitchen chair, stepping forward with your fingers laced nervously. “Surprise!” you shouted awkwardly, “Happy birthday, John!”
Joana shouted, hitting her cup on the high chair, babbling.
John’s jaw dropped, walking closer to get a good look at the two-tier vanilla cake with vanilla frosting and decorative birthday candles on each tier. He suspected you avoided using chocolate because of his dog. He really didn’t expect to do anything for his birthday, only a quiet night home playing with his dog while you read to baby Joana.
Your nervousness grew the longer John remained silent. You cleared your throat, moving towards Joana and replacing her cup with a soft toy.
“Is… is this too much?” you asked.
John shook his head slowly. “I never expected this. Thank you,” he said, “You didn’t have to, (Y/n).”
“We need to celebrate your existence, Jonathan.”
“I hope you won’t start singing,” he joked.
You rolled your eyes. “Just blow out the candles, birthday boy.”
John chuckled, leaning down and blew the candles out. You cheered playfully as you held Joana’s arms, more for her benefit and teasing John, teaching her how to clap. John plucked the candles off the cake and gathered some frosting with his finger before licking it. You purse your lips disapprovingly when you caught him.
“It’s good,” he said as he pulled a chair over to sit next to Joana. You turned away to go grab some plates and utensils while he spoke to her. “Did you help make the cake for me, Joana?”
Joana giggled, wiggling around in her seat before scrunching up her face. John took that as a sign to change her diaper.
“No, I can do that. It’s your birthday,” you protested as John lifted Joana up.
“I want to do this,” he said, giving you a look telling you to let him be.
You backed off and watched as John took her to the room where you had set up her changing table. You went back to setting up the table and hovered over the cake with a knife, debating whether you should go ahead and cut it or wait for John.
Before you could call out, his gentle deep voice drifted from the room. He wasn’t talking to his dog, since he was sitting next to you, so he could only be talking to Joana. You hadn’t seen him interact with her with just the two of them. During the first week with Joana, you worried that he wouldn’t know what to do when she needed changing or feeding, but he always seemed to be doing fine.
You also worried how he was doing emotionally. He hadn’t explicitly talked about it, but it was there when he would look at her or when he watched you interact with her. You wondered what it would have been like if John had been a father, and he probably wondered as well. Would it have been better or worse this way? After the attack on his house shortly after Helen passed, it was likely better.
He stops talking once you were in the doorway. Joana was lying on her back with a fresh diaper on her. She blinked up at John, her limbs wriggling about. John scooped her up and turned to you.
“Something wrong?” he asked.
“No, I was just wondering if you wanted to cut the cake now or go out and get something to eat,” you said, “I haven’t been able to cook anything, but there’s a nice restaurant in town, unless you want to stay in, we can order take-out and watch some movies.”
“You mean you forgot to cook,” John corrected, a teasing smile on his face as he walked passed you with Joana. You rolled your eyes. You hated how he knew you well. It was almost unfair, being how private he was about himself. “Take-out sounds good.”
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The two of you watched a few noir classics while you ate take-out, moving on to dessert with you, John, and his dog having a piece. You were sat on the playing mat with Joana by John’s legs while he sat on the couch with his dog.
The rest of the evening continued like this, peaceful and quiet within your warm house that he grew to call home. His own house was merely a place where he stored his belongings, but slowly and surely, his things were left in your house. It was a stretch for him to retire from his life as an assassin, which was why it was made harder for him to leave. Being drawn back into the business, he had accepted the fact that maybe he wasn’t worthy of such a peaceful life. Who knew that this baby could grant him even an ounce of it.
John sensed a pair of eyes on him and saw you looking up from your spot. “What?” he asked.
You offered him a smile. “Happy birthday, John,” you said again, resting your chin on his knee, “I know I didn’t have to bake your cake, but I felt like I should. You could have left Joana here and pop in every now and then, but you didn’t. Honestly, this is the most I’ve seen you this month alone. It’s really good seeing you, John. Sometimes I worry when you’re out there.”
John brushed a strand of hair from your face and smiled back. When it looked like he wasn’t going to reply, you turned back to watching Bogie and Bacall on the screen.
Right. From all the running and the grieving, he finally stopped and looked at what he had. He had lived longer than he thought in order to grieve for Helen properly and he knew that she wanted him to be happy. She knew him too well, giving him something to care for. With Daisy gone, his previous house gone, and his car recently repaired after being stolen, he had gained three new things to care about; you, Joana, and his dog. His two best friends and a baby. You three are what motivates him to come home.
I’ve kinda wanted to write a lil Dad!John story for a while and this is what popped outta my brain. Pure, pure fluff.
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13) cafune - the act of running your fingers through the hair of someone you love.
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"DAAAADDDYYYY!"
"Yes, sweetheart?"
He heard her small feet hitting against the kitchen floor and felt her wrap her tiny arms around his leg. He was standing at the stove making them grilled cheese sandwiches.
"Careful, ok? The stove is hot."
"I'm a big girl Daddy! I know."
She said with as much seriousness as her high pitched voice would allow. He looked down at her. Her face tilted to look up at him. Her mouth a straight line. It was like looking into a mirror.
Small moments like this that made everything he'd been though worth it. He'd never imagined his life would be so full of love. He cherished these Saturday afternoons with her. While Mom was out at her ceramics class.
"Daddy I wanna play beauty time!"
He reached down and ruffled her hair. “We will. After lunch.”
She let go of his leg and danced around.
He lifted her up onto the kitchen stool and slid a grilled cheese in front of her.
"Small triangles!" She squealed as she picked up part of the sandwich. Chewing it while she wiggled happily in her seat.
After lunch she was off running to collect her beauty time supplies as soon as her feet hit the ground. John laughed as he watched her dart away. She was so fast. Like a little lightning bolt.
"Daddy sit!!!"
"Ok darling."
He sat on the floor in front of the couch. Slouching so that she could reach his hair.
He felt her tiny hands combing through his hair. She was trying her best to be gentle but occasionally she would forget and tug roughly.
"Ouch!" He'd yelp, jokingly.
"Stay still Daddy!"
"I will, honey."
She worked away for a little while longer. Moving his head this way and that.
"Picture Daddy! Pleaaaaase!"
He smiled and picked up his phone. Opening the front camera and taking a few selfies.
"I look beautiful. Thank you sweetie."
His hair was tangled and he counted three pigtails jutting out at odd angles. He laughed to himself.
"I can't wait to show Mommy." He said. She beamed up at him.
"She'll like it. You look so pretty Daddy. My turn now? Please?"
"Yeah, sit right here." He patted the ground in front of him.
"What style this time?"
"Braids, pleaaaaaaseeeee!" She squealed as she flapped her arms excitedly.
"You got it kid. Pretty braids coming right up."
He moved his fingers gently through her hair. Careful to avoid snagging it. She'd inherited his hair. It was so deep brown it was almost black. She sighed happily as he sectioned her hair off and made one braid and then a second. Securing the ends with a bright pink bow.
"All done! Picture time?"
"Yaaay!!!!! Yes please!!!" She crawled up onto his lap, flopping heavily against his chest. They went through a variety of faces. Silly. Serious. Happy.
"Beauty time, John?" Came a voice from across the living room.
"Mommyyyyyyyy!" She squealed and took off running, throwing herself into her Mom's arms.
"Beautiful job on her braids sweetheart."
"Thanks. Like my new hairstyle?" He lifted himself off the floor with a groan and joined his wife and daughter in their hug.
"Oh, yeah. She did a wonderful job. Pigtails suit you." She said, giving one a playful tug.
John slowly opened the door, all of the joy on his face just moments earlier faded away into an impassive emotionless face. Santino D'Antonio. John knew what he was here for before Santino could even say hello, or rather,
"Ciao, John." Santino spoke, a small smirk teasing at the corner of his lips. He felt rather confident, despite staring at the Baba Yaga himself. He knew he had the upper hand at the moment, and relished in that as he shook John's hand.
"Santino." John replied cooly, glancing behind Santino at the cars and guards. He made eye contact with what appeared to be his right hand woman, her eyes locked firmly on him.
"May I come in?" He asked, tucking his hands into his pockets and rocking on his feet slightly.
John stepped back slightly, "Of course." He replied in Italian, John quickly looked back to where you were still sitting, body practically frozen. He knew that Santino was a dangerous man, and it would be preferable that he didn't know you existed. But he had his home surrounded, so it wasn't like you could leave. "Café?" John continued, walking down the hall. He sent Santino into the living room, and gestured for you to follow him as we went to the coffee machine.
John was staring straight ahead as he slowly poured a single cup of espresso, he turned to you. He sighed softly, then turned and began walking towards the living room, making sure you were right behind him. He set the cup in front of Santino, and sat down.
As you walked in you saw Santino scratching your pitbull, and you felt anger like a pit in your stomach growing. You didn't like this guy's attitude, his smug smile, his Italian suit, and you definitely didn't like his hands on your dog. He looked up at you as you entered, a flash of surprise crossed his face as his eyes looked you over. "I was sorry to hear about your wife John, but I didn't realize you had a puppy... and a child." Santino spoke, you felt uncomfortable under his gaze, but maintained eye contact.
You and Santino turned as John spoke, his voice was quiet yet firm, "(Y/N), can you take the dog out, please?" He asked you, you looked at him with a bit of surprise before cooing to the pup and leading him out of the living room.
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As you exited, Santino leaned back in his chair, his body relaxed, yet his face still carried that devilish smile. "Listen John, in all sincerity," he leaned forward, staring right at John. "I don't want to be here."
John shifted slightly, never breaking eye contact. "Please. Don't." He spoke, his tone still firm and unwavering. "I'm asking you not to do this."
Santino gently shook his head, chuckling softly as he reached into his pocket, "Nobody gets out of the business and gets to waltz back in without repercussions, John." He pulled out the marker, the rich gold of the marker contrasting with the dark coffee table as he slid it across the table towards John. "If not for what I did, you wouldn't have any of this." He swirled his finger around the room, "That beautiful girl of yours, this house, all of it, is in part, mine." He tilted his head slightly, but John was not moved.
"Take it back." His gaze was stone cold, hands clasped together.
The smirk had finally faltered from the Italian's face. "No."
"Take it back." John repeated, his face was impassive, but his thoughts were swirling. He couldn't go back in now, not now that you were in the picture. He had gotten you out too, and he knew this world would tear you to pieces if you were forced to go back. "Find someone else."
Santino threw his hands up in disbelief, before grabbing the marker and flipping it open, revealing John's fingerprint. "This is your blood John, you know what this means." He continued. He couldn't believe John was doing this, Santino's blood boiled at the fact John was refusing him, despite the marker. Despite the rules. He practically flung the marker back to John's side of the table.
John looked down at the marker, "I'm not that guy anymore." He said, pushing down memories of his task, and thinking about Helen, and Daisy, and you. He slowly slid the marker back over to Santino before standing up, and staring down at him. "I think it's time for you to leave."
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Your fingers were wrapped so tightly around the leash your knuckles were turning white, you had no clue what was going on between John and Santino. You didn't know how big of a threat he was, or why he was here, all you knew your gut was screaming at you that something was wrong. The pup could sense your unease, and was whining at your feet, nudging you gently with his wet nose. You reached down to gently stroke his head, he clearly wasn't in a walking mood, so you began to go back towards the house. The closer you were to John the safer you felt. You wanted to make sure you were there in case anything happened.
You hastily opened the back door, Santino was gone, and John was standing in the room, gently holding a photo of Helen and himself and stroking the frame. You quickly unhooked the leash from the dog's collar, letting him roam free as you slowly came up behind John. Before you could ask about what has transpired when you were gone, the two of you heard the sound of glass shattering in the room over. You turned to eachother, eyes wide. It felt like slow motion as the place you had come to think of as home was being overwhelmed by flame and heat. You were flung backwards by the force of it, the wind had been knocked out of you as you laid in the soft grass, gasping for breath as you stared at the burning visage of your home.
Bang. Bang. Bang. Explosion after explosion continued to assault the foundation of everything you had cared about. Your home. You slowly got up onto your knees, your body shaking with a mixture of anger and fear. The angry red hot flame continued to engulf everything around it, and you felt hot tears well up in your eyes.
You tore your eyes away from the embers, you began to quietly sob as you shuffled on your hands and knees where you saw the outline of John's figure. He was on his knees, his eyes locked into his home, and hands balled tightly into fists. You went to him, and collapsed onto his body, unable to control your tears as they flowed freely down your cheeks. You were in a state of shock, all you could think about was crawling towards the only thing you had left. Your fingers gripped his shirt, desperately clinging to it.
John didn't look down at you, but slowly wrapped his arms around your shaking shoulders. He felt a slobbery wet tongue lick at him, but his gaze remained fixed on his smoldering home. Again, flashes of memories whirled around in his mind, their edges crisping up and falling away. No matter how hard he clutched onto the things he loved, they always managed to fall through his fingers. John slowly began to stand up, pulling your weight as well as his own.
The deep orange of the fire was reflected in John's dark eyes. A flame had been lit, and anger and a desire for vengeance was seeping into every fiber of his being. This was an act that would not go unpunished.
You Gave Me Something To Lose | John Wick x Reader (Oneshot)
Word Prompt: Summer
Words: 1165
Fandom: John Wick
Summary: Continuation of Nobody Matters Like You. It’s summer and you and John took the time to teach Joana how to swim for the first time. Title inspired by Love Someone by Lukas Graham
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John couldn’t remember the time that he had first gone to the public swimming pool and he certainly didn’t think that he would ever go back. He could hear you cooing to Joana, the baby that John had accidentally acquired on one of his missions and was now being raised by you and John. According to the recent visit to the pediatrician, Joana was only nine months old, which meant that she would be old enough to learn how to swim. It was good timing, too, as the weather had been perfect for swimming.
John set the bags and a towel down on a lounge chair and surveyed the place. There was rarely anyone at the pool that day, and the few there were minding their own business. You sat down with Joana on your lap, rubbing in baby sunblock on her.
“You really think an assassin is going to show up at the pool?” you remarked. You raised an eyebrow at him once he finally looked at you.
“You never know,” he said with a frown.
“And I have no doubt that you’ll protect us and get rid of them if that happens,” you said, capping the sunblock and adjusting Joana’s bucket hat on her head, “But be here with us right now, okay?”
John sighed, sitting down next to you and kissed the top of your head. That’s been happening a lot for the past few months of having Joana and living together, not that you were complaining. But, John was your best friend and the two of you have yet to discuss your relationship. Joana had already started calling you mama, but you worried about what would happen if she starts calling John dada or papa. You wished you could tell John how you felt, but you weren’t sure if that was a line that John didn’t want to cross and you were afraid to find out.
“Sun,” Joana said, pointing at the sky and squinting.
“That’s right, Jo, that’s the sun,” you said, adjusting her hat again, “and we don’t look at the sun or our eyes will feel ouchie.” She pulled her hat all the way down, blocking her face. “That’s one way of doing it.”
You sat Joana on the chair, fishing out your sunblock. John held out a hand, silently offering to help. “You sure?” you teased, holding the bottle out.
He nodded, so you handed the bottle over before lifting your loose shirt off, revealing a simple black and white two piece swimsuit. He immediately regretted his decision, his brain short circuiting for a moment as he froze. You frowned in concern, wondering if it was your swimsuit choice or something else.
“John?” you said softly.
John swallowed, your voice shaking him out of it. “Yeah?” he asked, his voice croaked.
“You alright? Is it the outfit?”
“Oh, it’s definitely the outfit,” he said lowly, the implications making you shiver.
“Oh.” Maybe he does feel the same.
You turned around and made sure he had access to your back. You heard the bottle pop open, and then John’s large hands made contact with your skin. You inhaled sharply as he spread the sunblock methodically over the exposed skin before massaging your shoulders. John then moved his hands down to your arms, then your hands. You quickly interlaced your fingers with his, making his arms wrap around you.
John leans against you and sighed in content. “She’s getting big,” he said, looking over at Jo who was fiddling with one of her many stuffed animals.
“Yeah.”
The two of you remained that way until two kids ran passed the lounge chair and being scolded by their dad for doing so. They apologized in unison, arguing who’s fault it was. John was the first to pull away.
“Are you going to swim, too?” you asked, eyeing his outfit of a white shirt and plain swimming trunks.
He nodded, wordlessly moving around the chair so his back was towards you before taking off his shirt. You opened the sunblock cap and began to spread it across his broad back, fingers tracing over the expanse of his tattoos. He took out Joana’s floaties from the bag and began to blow air in them. After getting most of his back, his arms, and his neck, you massaged your way down his back again, getting rid of the knots in his muscles. He groaned softly, his hand squeezing your knee in gratitude once you were done.
“Come on, Jo, let’s get these on,” you said, bringing her over so John could slide the floaties around her arms. She giggled, waving her arms around. You couldn’t help but smile. “You like those?”
“Mama,” she said, waving her arms again so you could look at her new floaties.
“Yes, I see that. And they’re a very pretty color, too.”
John stood up as you scooped up Joana and the three of you made your way towards the pool. He went in first, holding his hands out to take Joana from you so you could climb in afterwards. John tried letting her float before encouraging her to kick her legs and wave her arms, bouncing her up and down in the water. You smiled at this soft side of John, almost forgetting that he was a highly trained assassin that could kill someone with a book or a pencil.
Joana giggled, wriggling around in John’s arms. “Mama,” she said, reaching out to you.
“Hi, sweetie,” you cooed, “Are you swimming? Do you want to swim to me?”
John helped her, letting her kick and wave around as he slowly and gently pushed her towards you. “That’s it,” he said to her, “keep doing it.”
You opened your arms wide and caught her, raising her in the air before hugging her. She started to squirm, turning her head to John. “Dada!” she said, pointing a finger at him.
John froze, his eyes widened in shock. Joana began to splash the water around her, chanting dada. He turned away, feeling his throat tightening as his eyes stung. You noticed this, not knowing if it was a good sign or not, so you tried to distract Joana instead.
“Wow, Jo, did you learn a new word?” you asked.
Joana splashed the water again, pointing at the two kids who were running earlier indicating that she learned it from them, all while muttering, “Dada, dada.”
You looked back at John cautiously. He cleared his throat, turning back to the two of you. He opened up his arms and said shakily, “Come to dada, Joana.” You smiled, helping Joana paddle towards him. John lifted her up, making her giggle. “You’re getting so good at that! You might have to join the Olympics soon.”
You made your way over to them, your bodies close enough to shield her from the sun. “John, I-”
“I love you, too,” he whispered, catching your lips with his before pulling away, “I love both of you.”
"I'll Buy You New Ones" - The Wick Family (Later Years)
Okay, so this is set after the current Wick Family story. It's set between Celestial's last year of high school and early college years, not sure exactly where. I've been thinking about this for awhile. It spawned from the thought of John killing someone with a a high heel shoe. 😅 And then this happened.
Hope you all enjoy it. Let me know what you think and if you wish you be added to the tag list for the main Wick Family story or to the Wick Family Later Years posts. (The gif isn't mine)
Warnings: mild cursing, angst(?)
"Cel!" John shouts as his current opponent grabs ahold of John’s tie, trying to pull it tight and cut off his air.
"Kinda busy here!" Celestial returns, ducking a swing from her opponent.
"Cells! Your shoe. Give it to me." John pulls the man off balance and slams him against the guardrail.
"What? No! I kinda need these to walk around." She blocks another punch before lashing out with a jab to the man’s abdomen.
"Cel." John manages to slip his fingers between his throat and tie and jerks it away and out of the man’s hand. The man punches John in the gut before grabbing ahold of him with the intent to throw John over the rail.
"Find something else!" Celestial decks the man in the face with her right fist and he crumples to the floor. He lays there for a moment before beginning a slow struggle to his knees.
"Celestial! Now!" The command comes out as a roar.
"Oh my god! Fine!" Celestial quickly unhooks the little buckle and takes the sleek black heel off her foot. She throws it up at her father before driving her fist once more into the face of the man on his knees in front of her. He collapses.
John catches the thrown heel, the platform slapping against his palm. He flips it in his hand and drives the stiletto into the man's eye. The man releases his hold on John and screams in pain. John slams him back against the wall and drives the heel deeper into the socket until the man stops screaming.
Celestial slips off the other heel, no reason to keep it on now, and holds it securely in her hand, facing off with another man intent on ending her life. "You know this wouldn't have happened if you stayed out of it!" The angry accusation directed at her father.
John's gun flashes twice and another man falls. "What was I supposed to do?" John growls back, fear laced adrenaline moving him forward to engage another target. John rolls as the man fires at him. John's gun flashes three times as he pops back up and the man falls to the floor. "Stay home while you do the job alone?" He stands and looks over the balcony in time to see her club a man over the head with the platform of her shoe.
The man crumples at her feet and she looks up at him, her hair flipped out of her face and anger in her eyes. "Yes! That's exactly what you were supposed to do! I had everything under control until you showed up and started making a mess!" She points the shoe at him accusatory.
John scans the bodies on the floor around her, counting six to his three, and his eyebrows pull together. He makes his way around the balcony and down the stairs. "Well I'm here now, so deal with it."
Celestial grinds her teeth and heads towards a hallway leading out of the room. "How the hell did you find out about it anyways? You were supposed to be taking Y/N out for dinner." She glares at him as he catches up to her and takes the lead in front.
"You got a letter. I was putting it on your desk when I saw the file." John keeps a tight grip on his gun as they continue down the hall. "Don't you know how dangerous this man is? You shouldn't-"
"Yes. I do in fact know how dangerous the guy is. I also know his son. And he's the one who invited me to the party, dad." She puts a full dose of teenage attitude into the word dad. "And it was supposed to be a retrieval job. Quick and quiet and easy. No one was supposed to die! No one was even supposed to know. Can't hide it now, can I?"
He glances over his shoulder at her, a deep frown on his face. "You know I don't want you in this world. I don't want you to have the blood on your hands that comes with this life."
"Holy- ugh!" Celestial practically snarls with anger and impatience as she forcefully grabs her father's arm and pulls him back, stepping around and in front of him so she can lecture him properly. "I don't have any blood on my hands! I don't kill people! All the men I dropped back there," she points back down the hall with her shoe, "will live! They'll wake up with concussions and killer headaches and giant ass bruises, but they will live! Because that's what I do! In and out, like a ghost. Retrievals and blackmail, that's what my job, and people might get hurt but they don't end up dead. And I take those jobs to keep you from taking jobs, and to keep you out of this world as much as I can!" She taps him on the chest when she refers to him. She takes a step towards him and he takes a step back. He's never seen her this livid before. "And I don't need my father running in without knowing what's actually going on, thinking he has to save me from danger while I'm at a fucking party. You didn't even give Y/N a chance to explain, did you!? No! You probably just bolted out of the house cause you were convinced I had gotten in over my head and didn't know what I was doing and was going to get myself killed! Well guess what dad! I do know what I'm doing, and I'm fucking brilliant at it and the boys and I have been doing this for years now. So why don't you calm your tits, reign in your self destructive tendencies for a bit, and let me do my fucking job and get us out of here!" She taps him with the shoe once more for emphasis before turning around and marching down the hall.
John blinks at her, stunned for a moment. "Celestial-"
She turns to look back at him, pointing her shoe at him threateningly. "I swear to god, if the next word out of your mouth is anything other than okay or yes ma'am I'm going to throw my shoe at your face."
John straightens his shoulders and let's his face fall into blank professionalism. He gives her a slight nod. "Yes ma'am."
"Good." She turns back around and leads the way down the hall. "I can't believe you used my heel to stab a man in the eye. They were a gift you know. From Peter." She mutters to him as the approach a corner. They can hear the faint sounds of the party now.
"I'll buy you new ones." John's reply comes in a low rumble.
"Damn right you will." Celestial presses her back flat against the wall and listens for a moment. They fall quiet as they hear footsteps coming towards them. As the footsteps get closer to the corner the person starts to hum and Celestial holds up her hand to John, signaling him to hold his fire.
The source of the humming rounds the corner and the boy jumps at the sight of them. His hand jerks towards a concealed weapon out of reflex before he presses it against his heart. "Shit." Peter shakes his head and steps farther into the hallway. "You two scared the hell out of me." Peter looks them both up and down, nodding to John. His gaze stops at Celestial’s bare feet before he looks back up at her, eyebrow quirked up. “What happened to your heels?”
Celestial shoots a glare at John, “He happened to them.”
Peter nods. “Ah. I see.” He shrugs. “I'll buy you a new pair. Is it done?”
Celestial pulls a flashdrive on a chain over her head and hands it to Peter. “Yea, it’s done.”
Peter takes it and tucks it away in one of his suit pockets. “Awesome.” He looks her up and down again. “You can’t go back to the party like that, it will raise red flags.”
Celestial rolls her eyes. “Yea, I know. And he can’t be seen.” She nods towards John.
Peter nods and puts his hands into his pockets. “So, what’s the plan, boss?” He keeps his eyes on Celestial and John's brow furrows, his confusion deepening.
The quiet footsteps approaching the group go unnoticed until the blond boy turns the corner into the hallway. His eyes flick up from the ground at the sight of the three of them and he visibly flinches. “Holy shit!” John’s gun locks onto the boy and he raises his hands in surrender.
Celestial puts a hand on John’s gun, lowering it. “Oh for fucks sake. Put that away and move back down the hall.” She grabs one of the boy's raised arms and pulls him along. “Come on Marcus.” The four of them stop a bit farther down the hallway where the shadows would do a better job at hiding them. Celestial turns to the boy, Marcus, but he holds up a hand, stalling her.
“First, I’ve got to know.” He points at John. “Is he here to kill me or any of my family?”
Celestial shakes her head. “No.”
Marcus points his finger at her instead. “So you’re the one on the job then?”
Celestial nods. “Yea.”
Marcus puts his hands in his pockets. “Cool. Next question. How many funerals will we have to arrange?”
Peter raises an eyebrow. “Really? Cool? That’s it?”
Marcus shrugs. “My dad is an ass. He deserves whatever is coming to him.”
“Fourteen.” John grumbles.
Marcus winces.
“There are seven unconscious and stable. Probably have concussions and will be out for awhile.” Celestial adds on.
Marcus nods. “Right. Did you get whatever you were here to do done?” Celestial nods. “Great. You need to get back to the party. You can’t leave until after the bodies are discovered. Otherwise people will be suspicious.” Celestial gestures down the front of herself. Marcus quirks a smile and takes the pocket square out of his suit pocket. He then takes the shoe from her and glances at the size. “My sister has a similar pair upstairs that she’ll never miss. I’ll get them for you and get rid of this. In the meantime you and Peter should go get you cleaned up in the bathroom. Steve is looking for you by the way. And I will escort Mr. Wick out of the building so he won't be seen, or drop anymore bodies. Cool?”
Peter and Celestial shrug. “That works for me.” Celestial looks at her father. “We will continue this at home.” She leads the way down the hall to the bathroom, Peter following behind.
“It’s a good thing your dress is black.” Peter murmurs.
Marcus turns to John. “Please follow me Mr. Wick.” John narrows his eyes but nods and allows himself to be lead in the opposite direction down the hall. Marcus tosses the shoe into the chaos of the fight scene before leading the way out of the building. He holds the door open for John. “Have a good evening Mr. Wick. I’ll make sure Celestial makes it home safely.”
John gives the young man a nod before disappearing into the night.
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“You know, she has a right to be angry with you, right?” Y/N says as she sips her glass of wine from her seat on the couch. John glares at her from across the room. “I’m just saying, if you had let me explain everything, she wouldn’t be pissed. And neither would you.”
“How long?” John growls.
Y/N shrugs. “A year, maybe two. She was helping me on small jobs at first.” John’s expression darkens. Y/N rolls her eyes. “Oh don’t be like that John. You know what I do. I was training her in recon and surveillance. Stuff she’s going to need if she’s going to be a cop in this town and you know it. Besides, you’re the one who has been training her to fight since she could walk.” She takes another sip.
“So she could defend herself!” John raises out of his chair, fists clenched and eyes blazing. “I wasn’t making her into a weapon!”
“I know John. And you’ve given her plenty to work with. So trust your instincts and trust that you’ve trained her well enough to take care of herself. Now sit back down and try to calm yourself. You know she’s not going to talk to you if you’re a big ball of rage. You did good John. And Celestial is good at what she does. And she does it so that you don’t have to come back to us broken and bloody.” Y/N keeps her voice quiet and gentle. She's not trying to stoke the fire but to calm the blaze.
John’s hands loosen as that thought sinks in and he begins to tremble. He more collapses than sits back in his chair, head in his hand as his whole body shakes. Y/N sets the glass down and walks over to him. She sits on the arm of the chair and rubs his back, trying to give him what comfort she could. “Hush now, baby. It’s alright. She’s okay. Trust me. I wouldn’t let her go out if I didn’t have full confidence in her. And she’s never alone. I promise.”
John’s trembles turn into barely controlled sobs. “I… was so afraid. I… I couldn’t…”
“I know John. I know.” Y/N coos, continuing to rub his back as the front door opens.
Celestial walks into the living room, fully prepared for a shouting match that she was going to win damn it, but she stops in her tracks as she sees what waits for her. The anger leaves her as she takes in the sight of her father hunched over and shaking with tears. Understanding settles in and she takes a breath. She sets her newly gifted heels down on the carpet beside the couch and makes her way over to her father. Y/N stands and heads out of the room, taking her glass with her. Celestial puts her hands on her dad’s shoulders and he raises his head to look at her.
“I…”
“I know.”
John drops his head back down and Celestial pulls him up by an arm. She wraps her arms around his waist in a hug that he returns. They cling to each other tightly as John gets his tears under control. His trembling slows and he whispers into her hair, “I’m sorry.”
“So am I.” She returns and pulls away. “Come on, old man. Let’s get you to bed.” John lets her lead him to the stairs and leans on her as they begin to climb them together. “You still owe me for those shoes.”
Here’s the next part. Hope you all enjoy it. Sorry it has taken so long. I was going to add it into the queue to be posted tomorrow but I decided to just post it now. I’ll add links to the other chapters later.
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~ Part 10 ~ Part 11 (You are here) ~ Part 12
Y/N opens the door to her room and lets John enter first. He glances around the room as she pulls the door closed and locks it. He notes the multiple closed files on the desk and raises an eyebrow, turning to her.
“Are you working a job?”
“When am I not John?” She shrugs and sets her purse down on the table, gathering the files into a neat stack and then placing her purse on top of them. She turns to face him, leaning against the desk and crossing her arms. “So what’s going on? Why the sneaking around?”
John sits on the edge of the bed, clasping his hands in front of him. “How urgent is the job?”
She shrugs. “Not super urgent. I have some time. Why?”
John sighs, eyes on the ground. “I need a favor.”
Y/N’s lips quirk up in a teasing grin. “The great John Wick asking little ol’ me for a favor? What is the world coming to?”
He gives her a look and her grin slips away. She sits in the desk chair facing him. “This is important, Y/N. I can’t ask anyone else.”
“Alright. I’m listening.”
John straightens his spine, placing his hands on his knees. “I need you to take care of Celestial for a few days.”
Y/N frowns. “Alright. But why? Where are you going?”
“I have a job I have to do.” He sounds resigned.
Y/N’s frown deepens. “John, you’re retired. You can’t. You already had that whole spat with Yusef and his group. You take a job now you won’t be left alone.”
“I know.”
“Then why? Why would you do this? Why get back in the game? Especially when you have Celestial to think about?” Her voice rises with each question.
“Because I have Celestial to think about.” His voice is hard and eyes dark. His expression has become stormy. She can see the Baba Yaga lying just beneath the surface.
Y/N sits there quietly for a few moments, giving John a chance to breathe as she studies him. She leads against the arm of the desk chair, one hand resting on top of the other, and crosses her ankles. She gets control of her facial expressions and becomes businesslike. “So, you’re going to fold and take the job because some rando is threatening your daughter, huh?”
John leans back, chin tilting up. “How do you know about that?”
She shrugs, not the least bit ashamed. “Winston told me. Thought I could help. And I can if you let me. Let me do my job, John. Give me three days and I can find out who would have the audacity to threaten you and we can take them out together. Send the message the Wick family is not to be threatened.” She locks eyes with John, gaze steady. “Let me help you. Please.”
John raises an eyebrow. “That’s not a word I hear you say very often.”
Y/N shrugs again. “I care about you John. You know that. And I like your daughter. She’s a cool kid. Let me help you keep her safe.” She’s pleading at this point and they both know it.
He lets out a breath and shakes his head. “You are helping me. By watching Celestial and keeping her safe. I need to do this by myself.”
“But I-”
“Y/N, please. Just do this one thing for me.” He reaches across the space and takes her hand in his. “Please. Watch over my daughter for me and keep her safe until I get back.”
She clenches her jaw before letting out a sigh. “Fine. I’ll keep an eye on Celestial until you get back.”
John gives her a small smile and squeezes her hand. “Thank you.” He releases her hand and stands up.
She follows him with her eyes. “When are you leaving?”
He takes the band out of his hair, releasing it to fall around his shoulders. “In the morning.” He begins to comb his fingers through his hair, pulling it back and gathering it up.
“And what’s your plan?” She crosses her arms.
John ties his hair back with a band. “What I do best. Complete the contract.” He turns towards the door. He unlocks it and pauses. “Thank you.” He pulls the door open and closes it behind him.
Y/N shakes her head. "That man is going to get himself hurt." With quick steps she makes her way over to the door and locks it. She then returns to the desk and pulls the files out from under her purse. She flips them open. Time for a new plan.
Here we go! This one was requested by @kuukigajan with the prompt “I vote today be a pajama day.” Hope you like it! (I couldn’t find a good gif for this, sorry)
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John knocks on Celestial’s bedroom door. “Come on, kiddo. Time to get up. Don’t want you to be late for school.” He only hears faint grumbling from the other side. He frowns, Celestial is normally up and ready by now. He turns the handle and swings the door open. “Cel? You alright baby?”
Celestial pulls the blankets over her head to block the light from the hallway. “No. Don’t feel good.” The words come out rough and low, like she’s trying not to use her voice.
John stands in the doorway and crosses his arms. “How don’t you feel good?”
The lump under the blanket moves around a bit. “My throat hurts and so does my head and-” A rough cough cuts her off. John winces, it sounds like it hurts. “And I’m coughing.” She says once she’s able to breathe again. “And my skin feels all sensitive.”
“Alright, hold on.” John pushes himself off of the doorframe and makes his way to the bathroom. He opens one of the drawers and digs around until he finds a thermometer and some ibuprofen. He then heads back to Celestial’s room. He sits on the edge of the bed. “Okay kiddo, let’s take your temperature.”
Celestial moves the blanket and sits up, taking the thermometer from him and turning it on, sticking it in her mouth. A few moments later it beeps and she hands it back to her dad.
John leans over so he can use the light from the hallway to read the screen. “102.5 Yea, you’re sick. I’ll go call the school and get you some water.” He stands up and starts towards the door, thermometer and ibuprofen bottle in hand.
“I’m sorry.”
He turns to look at her, she’s slumped forward on the bed looking at her hands. “Nothing to be sorry about kiddo. It happens.”
“But you have a lunch date with Y/N today. And now you can’t go cause you’ll be here taking care of me.”
John smiles gently at his daughter. “Y/N will understand. Lunch dates can be rescheduled, sweetheart.” He heads out of the room and to the kitchen, pulling out his phone to text Y/N on the way.
Hey, going to have to take a raincheck on lunch today.
Why? Something happen? Need some backup?
John chuckles. Y/N has been a bit protective of John and Celestial since the incident. He finds it pretty cute actually.
No, I think I can handle Cel having a cold by myself. No backup required.
John sets his phone down and moves around the kitchen, grabbing a cup and filling it up with water. He reads the back of the medicine bottle before opening it and pouring some into his hand. He tips all but two back into the bottle before closing it and leaving it on the kitchen counter. His phone dings.
Oh no! Poor Cel. How bad of a cold she got?
She’s got a fever, a cough, a headache and a sore throat. She’ll be okay in a day or so.
Poor thing. I’ll be over shortly.
John shakes his head, a faint smile on his face. “She’s gone full mother hen now.”
Y/N, that isn’t necessary.
Nonsense. I’ll be right over.
John shakes his head again and pulls up the number for Celestial’s school. He raises the phone to his ear and waits.
“Ricksford High, principal’s office. How can I help you?”
“Hi Mrs Biles. It’s John Wick, Celestial’s dad.”
“Oh! Hello Mr. Wick! How can I help you today?” The cheery voice of the secretary answers him.
“I’m just calling to say Celestial won’t be coming to school today. She’s got a pretty bad cold.”
“Aw, poor thing. I’ll let her teachers know. Hope she feels better soon.”
“Thank you. Have a good day, Mrs. Biles.”
“You as well Mr. Wick.”
John hangs up the phone and slips it into his pocket. He grabs the glass of water and the medicine and heads out of the kitchen. He stops in the living room and stares at the giant pile of blankets in the middle of the floor that wasn’t there when passed through a minute ago. He walks over to the pile. “Cel?”
The pile moves and Celestial pushes the blankets off of her and Blu, who looks up at John, tail wagging.
John chuckles and hands Celestial the water and medicine. “Here, take these. They should help.”
“Thanks.” Celestial takes the medicine and does her best to drink the rest of the water.
“Don’t worry if you can’t drink it all right now. Try to get some more sleep okay?”
Celestial nods and sets the cup on the coffee table. John grabs a pillow off the couch and hands it to her. “Thanks.” She sets it on the floor and lays back down, wrapping the blankets around her and Blu. “Was Y/N upset?”
“No. She wasn’t.” John picks up a book of the side table and sits on the couch. “Try to get some sleep.”
Celestial nods and pulls the blanket over her eyes. John stands up and closes the curtains before tuning on the lamp by the couch and sitting back down to read.
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About thirty minutes later John hears a key in the lock and the front door swing open. Blu, who had wiggled his way out from under the blankets a little bit ago raises his head from his spot on top of the blankets. He gets up and trots out of the room. John looks over his shoulder at the hallway.
“Hello Wick family! I have brought medicine, soup, and movies! I vote that today be a pajama day!” Y/N comes into the room, plastic bags hanging off her arms which are full of a blanket and brown takeout bags. She’s got plaid pj pants and one of John’s old white shirts on.
Celestial sits up, wrapping a blanket around herself. “Hi Y/N.”
“Hi sweetheart. You sound miserable.” She hands stuff over to John when he steps up to her.
“I am.” Celestial face plants into her blanket monster.
John chuckles. “She’s feeling well enough to be dramatic again. Thanks for coming over.”
Y/N smiles at him and pats his cheek. “You’re welcome.” She kisses him lightly. “Now, go put those on the counter. I got some stuff to make Cel feel better.” She sets the bags down and sorts through them while John takes the food to the kitchen. She pulls a teddy bear and a small rolled up felt blanket with fish on it out of a bag. “Found them!” She unwraps the blanket and takes the tag off the bear before walking around the couch to Celestial. “Not that you need anymore blankets.” She laughs. She hands the bear and blanket to Celestial when she sits up. “Thank you, Y/N.” Celestial smiles up at her and then wraps the blanket around herself and holds the bear tightly.
“You’re welcome, Cel. We’ll have you feeling better in no time. Now!” She turns to face John who’s standing behind the couch. “You, Sir, are not wearing pajamas! Go change immediately!” John chuckles and Celestial snickers.
He raises his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. I’ll go change.”
