A John wick / dog! reader
Notes: this is NOT at all freaky! You ain’t getting that here so Get your head out of that gutter before it gets stuck in there and something flies in your ear!
The reader is just a dog and this is from their point of view. Mostly takes place in the first John Wick movie.
Warnings: not much just movie level violence.
Requested by @nonscathingbullets I hope I wrote this okay I’m so sorry it took me so long to get it finished!
Please ignore any mistakes or errors
Proofing is for bread hahaha.
-on the New York city streets- The loud roaring thunderstorm made the already gloomy day worse.
Lightning lit up the sky like a strobe light.
And rain fell like heavy sheets on the sidewalk.
And the roar of the thunder was terrifying.
It made the ground slick with water.
You had fallen a few times on your way here and your front paw was killing you.
You liked the city when it wasn’t raining, especially if you hung around the food trucks in the park.
One time you got a whole steak.
And people were more likely to share any food they didn’t want with you .
You hadn’t always been on the street, you had a home and a huge bed. And food until you decided being a guard dog wasn’t something you wanted to do anymore.
And you woke up in a back alley injured.
It was a kindness compared to what happened to your friends.
But that was then and this is now.
You took refuge on a front porch.
It wasn’t much but it was better than the rain.
“Maybe whoever lives here will throw out a blanket I’m freezing.” You think as you shiver from the cold rain.
The loud roar of a car scared you awake from whatever sleep you were managing to get.
“Turn those headlights off!” You thought as you tucked yourself in a corner.
Loud thudding boots gave off the impression of whoever this human was; they weren’t friendly.
You didn’t even notice you were whimpering.
“Stupid humans stupid rain.” You thought as the human looked at you
“Where’d you come from?” They asked as they gently gave your head a scratch which you appreciated and if you weren’t nearly frozen you would have barked happily but you couldn’t think of anything besides how cold you were.
“What happened here?” They said as they gently looked at your paw.
“Poor thing.” They said as they opened their front door.
You could feel the warmth from the heat coming from inside.
They stopped and looked at you.
You weren’t about to say no.
You limped your way inside enjoying every minute of the warmth.
You were feeling better already.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t expecting guests.” They said but you didn’t care you could feel the feeling returning to your paws and your nose.
You didn’t jump on the couch because you knew some humans hated that.
You found a rather comfortable spot on the floor.
You could see how tired the human looked as he knelt by you and gently treated your injured paw.
“I’m sorry if that stung.” He said softly as he gave your head another pet
You didn’t even notice it.
You were so happy to be warm and inside from the cold rain.
“You’re a tiny thing to be all alone outside.” He said as he finished wrapping up your injured paw
“You should be feeling better soon.” He added as he stood up.
You barked a friendly bark.
You rested your head on his hand.
“You’re welcome.” He said with a warm laugh “and You're welcome to stay here.”
You tilted your head confused
As to why he was so kind to you?
You followed him to the kitchen.
“I’m guessing it’s been a while since you ate too?” He said looking at you
“Six days matter of fact.” You thought
“I don’t have any dog food right now but I promise I will go out tomorrow and get some.” He said as you followed him.
“Please don’t be too critical about the food I've been in a daze.” He said as he shared whatever he was eating with you.
Which looked like dog food but for humans.
Which You weren’t about to criticize.
You finished the food in seconds.
“Warm house and food? I’m gonna like staying here.” You think as you watch the human wash the dishes.
Just as a loud roar of thunder echoed through the air.
You hate thunder and apparently so does the human.
“It’s okay.” He said as he pet the top of your head.
“I guess you need a name huh?” He said as he moved from the kitchen to the living room.
“You don’t look like you would fit the name Daisy.”
“Rude.” You thought as you laid back down by the heater.
“Why not Y/n?” He asked you and you barked in approval
“Alright it’s John and Y/n.”
You were happy to know his name because you didn’t ever know your last owner's name, just their last name which was Tarasov.
John carefully picked you up and sat you on the couch next to him.
Which was already a huge luxury to you when at your last home only dog’s allowed on the couch were ones who saved the big bosses life and you were not one of them.
because he wasn’t worth saving.
John looked as lost in thought as you were but he looked more sad than you were.
You rested your head on his arm.
That’s when you saw the picture he was looking at.
“My wife.” He said showing you the picture and it was evident to you that he was missing her.
“It’s okay I’ve lost my friends and family too.” You think as you listen to John talk about her.
She sounded like a nice lady.
She reminded you of your friend who was actually given a name
She was the prized guardian of Tarasov family but she took time to help you learn about the life you were born into.
She was the only friend you had.
And you still remember the day she died.
You could hear Tarasov yelling from inside the house from the backyard where you and the others were sleeping.
Which was normal but it was rare that his anger was at Rosie.
“You stupid fucking dog! I give you my trust and you bite me.”
That made your ears perk up as you looked through the glass door and saw the mess of broken glass blood and a very angry Rosie who was snarling.
Which was completely abnormal for her.
But you could understand why she snapped.
She hated that sliver dog whistle he wore with a passion.
You had a feeling something bad was going to happen.
And you shut your eyes as soon as you heard the loud Bang.
It was what happened to traitors.
You didn’t have time to mourn your friend because as two of the men inside were walking out you were spotted.
“Don’t look at me like that.” He told you
You wanted to attack him yourself but you weren’t aggressive. You had failed every test they gave you.
“Come in pup I won’t hurt you.” He said and you reluctantly did.
“That’s just business Dorogoy.” He said as he poured some of the fowl smelling liquid he was drinking into what used to be Rosie’s water bowl and set it in front of you.
You hated that nickname “Dorogoy” because it meant he was calling you expensive.
“I cared about her a lot, you don’t think I’m mourning myself?”
“You are the one who killed her!”
You tried some of the drink in front of you and it made you gasp and cough.
“Can’t stomach the strong stuff?”
You wanted to use every bit of your training on him but you saw what that led to for Rosie.
You were thrown back outside by other family members.
You cried the whole night, you ignored every call to shut up and shoes thrown at you.
You didn’t want to end up like Rosie or anyone else who met the same fate so you ran as fast your paws would take you.
But they still found and beat you
“I think you’re just as troubled as I am.” John’s voice said as you came back to reality.
You looked at him with a head tilt.
“I don't know but I can see it in your eyes.” John said as he petted your head “it’s okay we can be broken together.”
The next day was a slow mix of new routines.
You took it upon yourself to be John’s alarm clock.
“I’m up I’m up.” He said tiredly as you followed him to the kitchen and you waited patiently for your breakfast.
“We will go to the store later.” John said with a yawn as he sat down a bowl of the cereal he was eating for you.
You ate it without complaints. It was starting to grow on you.
After breakfast you walked with John to his car.
He opened the door for you.
“I will buy a leash too.” He said as he started driving
You didn’t mind the car drive, it was nice.
You took the time to take a nap as he drove.
You were only woken up when you heard John and a man talking.
You looked up and saw a face you hadn’t seen in months and it was just as ugly as it was when you ran away.
“Well well.” The man said, looking in your direction. “Didn’t think we’d meet again, Dorogoy.”
“Get away from her.” John said as he looked at the man whose father ruined your life and killed the only friend you had since you were a small pup.
“You give me the car or I take the dog. I love dogs.” He said plainly oblivious , still used to getting his way.
“ты возвращаешься домой.” He said trying to sound affectionate and caring looking directly at you as you tried to hide into the seat
“иди к черту.” John said not talking his eyes of the man as he got in the car and drove off leaving the man behind.
“As if I’d let him take you.” John said as he petted your head trying to calm you down “Всё, что я найду, я оставлю себе.” He said under his breath
which you understood meant
“Whatever I find, I will keep for myself.”
It was the first time in your life someone actually stood up against one the Tarasov and weren’t intimidated but you could tell something was wrong because he was driving around in circles going faster each time.
And only stopped a mere moment away from crashing into another set of cars.
You would have barked or whined but you were too dizzy to comprehend anything onward.
The rest of the day was a blur compared to what just happened.
It was around bedtime when you noticed John looked deep in thought from the small pallet of blankets on the floor that you called bed.
“Come on up then.” He said letting you up on the bed next to him as you appreciatively laid down beside him after licking his face in thanks he didn’t seem to share in the love.
“You fit in pretty well around here.” John said before yawning
You yawned after him, making him laugh “now you're copying me?”
You fell into a dreamless sleep until you heard a loud crash which had you awake in minutes.
You barked loudly as you jumped off the bed forgetting that you were injured
You heard John mumble “you need to go?”
“No! I heard a noise and let me out so I can save you!” You thought as you limped towards the door
You made it down stairs before he did.
You saw the man from before.
“Hey little doggie you didn’t think you could have left without us knowing huh?” He said with a laugh
“Y/n? What’s going-.” John said as he noticed the men in the room
And it took them seconds to start beating John.
You couldn’t stand by and watch them beat the only human who had ever been nice to you in your life.
And you were trained as a guard dog so that’s what you did.
But there was one thing you weren’t expecting.
That sliver whistle that was completely silent to humans.
You immediately stopped attacking.
“Nice to see you still remember your training dog.” The man said as he walked over to you and made your already injured leg worse by stomping on it causing you to cry out in pain.
“Leave her alone..” John said despite being in pain himself but he was no match for the steel pipe that one of the men was holding.
You dragged yourself towards him and tried guarding John but you couldn’t do anything injured.
“We are taking the car and her.” The man said as you felt the pain of the hit and promptly blacked out.
-At an unknown Tarasov home.-
You could hear familiar voices talking.
“Father look who came crawling back home.” The younger voice said
“Crawling back or dragged back! What the hell were you thinking!”
“Has he ever been known to think?” You thought as your vision slowly came back to you
“You don’t know what you have done!” The older one said loudly
You drowned out most of their conversation but you overheard the name “Baba Yaga.”
It was the name you were told to guard the family against your whole life.
You couldn’t think too long about it before you passed out again.
You woke up again as someone was bandaging your injured leg.
“Careful Dorogoy you don’t want to injury yourself more than that, hmm?” You knew that voice was the older Tarasov
But why was he tending to your injuries?
“You know my son isn’t- wasn’t a bad guy I just spoiled him beyond redemption. He sealed his fate with the Baba yaga.” He started to say
“you were his birthday present. He wanted a dog just like his father's but you were different and difficult and soon you will be all I have left to remind of him.”
You didn’t care about any of that.
He was the man who killed Rosie and injured John if the baba yaga wanted to take them away then let him.
You didn’t acknowledge the man. As he went to pet your head you snarled angrily.
“Still difficult.” He said disappointed as he slammed the small crate door after he tossed you inside.
The same thing happened day after day.
He would tend to your injuries and had the cooks make you extravagant meals that you would eat enough not to starve to death.
You only hoped that John was okay.
And that the Baba Yaga wouldn’t hurt him.
The days passed like years you healed from your injuries but still didn’t show any kindness to your captors.
And one night you were woken up by gunfire.
You could hear the other dogs talking as they ran out ready to defend.
The loud chaos that followed hurt your ears.
“Where is she?!” A familiar voice cried out behind the large mahogany door.
That’s when the large door was kicked open.
He looked beaten up again but he looked as relieved as you did.
“Long time no see huh?” He said as he knelt by the crate you were locked in.
And if you could have cried you would have.
“C’mon we are going home.” He said only to come face to face with the man who ruined everything.
“You can’t take her.” He said
John rambled off the many accusations that your captors had done to you and other dogs.
“But you didn’t ever hide their book of code words very well.”
John looked at you then at the book in his hand “sobaki.” He said “ubiystvo.”
And the few of the guard dogs that were left joined you.
Rosie finally could rest peacefully knowing her murderer was gone never to hurt anyone again.
“Good dog.” John said as he walked over to you and pet your head.
You immediately followed him but as you were leaving you noticed another guard dog in a crate.
You didn’t want the cycle to continue on.
“You want him to come home too?” John asked as he opened the cell and the small pitbull followed you and John. “Let’s go home.”
It has been one year since you met John and became his friend and companion.
You never had to fight anyone again.
The black pitbull was as much your brother as anyone could have been.
You both had a second chance at life. And a warm place to sleep and food to eat.
But you still fought for the spot on the couch next to John even though there was enough room for the three of you.
And nobody ever bothered to kidnap you or your brother again.
The baba yaga was always watching but now people knew not to mess with his dogs.
