Synopsis: John likes to watch you, no matter what you are doing; his immortal heart he long thought dead, aches for you. Or you share a part of yourself with him that he will carry with him for eternity.
Vampire John Wick x Human Reader
Not fully proof read or edited sorry. I made it angsty I’m sorry????
It was another thunderstorm, the kind that started right in between spring and summer when the heat was getting humid, and the earth was a shade of jade. The kind of weather that you loved. You talked to John about it one night. You were both sitting at the kitchen counter, in the middle of the night, with no moon or stars to give you light as you drank. He drank blood out of a clear glass, becoming comfortable with it around you, while you had coffee from a blue cup. He bought it for you at an antique store; it was a soft blue with a little flower pattern.
You wished it were a daisy. You pretended it was a daisy. He would let you.
“Okay, so what kinda weather can you handle, Edward Cullen?” You would call him every famous vampire name under the sun but his own, and every time he would only stare and tilt his head, annoyed. Sometimes he got the reference; other times he didn’t.
“As long as the sun isn’t there.” He said, thinking about it for a moment. His dark eyes narrowed as he tried to explain his undead nature.
“So no sunset beach sex?” You teased, and he chuckled, smiling enough to show his fangs.
“You want to be burned?” He responded, the words having more than one meaning, and you only blushed, the rose colour on your skin the most beautiful shade he would ever see.
“Okay, but actually, your favorite kind of weather?” You wanted to understand him, this immortal man was an enigma you couldn’t wrap your mortal mind around.
“I like the snow, the first snowfall of winter, when it’s dark and the night is quiet.” He admitted, and you wondered if he was thinking about his childhood or any holiday he shared with Helen.
“Like, Christmas?” You ask as he had his glass raised to his lips. His eyebrows knit together for a moment as he looked down and deep into some memory you couldn’t fall into.
“What about you?” He asked, indicating he was done. You learned when to push and when to stop with him. He admired that.
“I like the rain, I think kinda like you, the rain that’s like...at the end of spring, beginning of summer. The kind of weather when the earth is a bright green but the sky is so dark and intense.” You say, looking out the window to the dark looming clouds overhead. The kind of weather that you were promised when you checked the app on your phone.
“A summer thunderstorm?” He raised a brow, looking at the threatening clouds.
You opened your mouth, but thunder rumbled outside and you grinned. Going towards the window, you opened it, a cool breeze touched the windchimes, and the trees swayed. It was the kind of weather you loved.
Making sure he was properly covered, more specifically wearing a dark jacket that was made to help withstand natural light he had pulled you towards the basement again. There was a back patio tucked away underneath the back deck.
You immediately darted out into the grass as the rain started, and John only snorted at how childish it was. You would be cold later, and he couldn’t physically help with that.
“You’re going to trail mud and water all over my house.” He muttered that you were too busy dancing around as if the earth itself asked you to rejoice in the storm.
You laughed, bopping about, and soon your clothes were soaked through. Feeling brave enough you reached out and pulled the stoic vampire towards you with both hands and he allowed himself to be dragged out into the summer storm.
“See? I told you it was fun!” You were grinning and he would have scolded you if it weren't for the light in your eyes.
“You’ll get sick.” He said.
“You’ll make me better.” You responded quickly.
In fact, that is exactly what he did. When the warm rain turned cold and dreary, he brought you in, made you a hot bath and stayed with you. He carried you out, drying you off and even going as far as putting clothes on you. There was a part of him that loved to parent you and you would never ask but you had a feeling at one point he had missed a chance at being a father, which would sometimes bleed into these simple moments.
“Silly girl.” He mumbled as you drifted off in his arms on the couch. You were wearing his clothes as you normally did when you got carried away into whatever situation you put him in, and while he thought of having you leave some of your clothes here, there was something primal about you wearing his, call it a vampire thing.
If someone were to ask him two hundred years from now, long after you were gone and buried and only a memory to him, what his favorite weather was he would say it was the first thunderstorm of the summer and while many would assume it a memory with Helen that alone would belong to you. At that point, Helen would have you and he would accept that.
#f1
#photography
#the amazing digital circus
#heated rivalry
