#wicktober 2024

[thewhumpcaretaker]

A portrait for the 10th Anniversary of the John Wick films and for Wicktober <3 Full disclosure: there was some tracing for the outlines underneath because I was pressed for time today. But it was so fun anyway! | Reference Image

[bluelolblue]

Wine Red

Wicktober prompt day 6 - Vampirism | event organizer @wickblr

Summary: With rising tensions between vampires and hunters, Santino can't risk going to town to eat. He resorts to drinking animal blood and suffers the consequences. John, the prodigy hunter and his secret lover, is the only one that can help him. Doing this, John also realizes a new thing about himself and it lead to a far more deeper meaning for both of them.

Rating: Explicit, smut, hurt/comfort

Relationship: Santino D'Antonio/John Wick

Note: There we go, vampire Santino is real YAY! It took a while due to writers block and irl situations and I thought it wouldn't be done this month but I pushed through, now it's here and it was worth it :]. I decided to gift this fic to @thewhumpcaretaker because I know you like vampires, we talked about vampire Santino before and since the beginning of this fic, I thought it could be perfect for you. Of course hurt/comfort for you ehehe this one is a little different ;), but fun fact: this was supposed to be only hurt/comfort... BUT Santino took control over the fic and it turned into also smut. Also, title "Wine Red" inspired by that song by The Hush Sound, I thought it could fit this fic ^ ^. I hope you'll like it >:]

☆ SPECIAL THANKS TO @mrssimply ☆ you helped me a lot with everything (like always ehehe), and this fic wouldn't be nearly as good if it weren't for you, thank you so much!! <3

So, yes! Enjoy these two silly freaks 💙🖤

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Santino was hungry, and hunger meant he needed to hunt. Surrounded by the large forest surrounding his estate, he could hunt game freely... If not for the fact he was one of the vampires that couldn't stand animal blood. Not that it didn't taste fine, but it made him violently sick and yet, he found himself trying once again, because the alternative was going to the city to find a willing or unsuspecting soul to drink from. But with the escalating conflict between vampires and monster hunters, the risk was bigger, maybe just too big right now. Especially since Santino was having an affair with a hunter, and not just any of them but the very best. Their golden child, their most perfect soldier, John Wick.

On the grounds near his mansion, he quickly found deer tracks, and it didn't take him long to find the majestic animal. He hated killing them, they were beautiful, fragile, sensitive, the royal animals of the woods. Yet he was out here, killing one of them for his own sake, even if that would only bring him a very fleeting satiation. But hunger and desperation were stronger this time.

He sank his teeth into its neck, feeling the warm blood spilling over his tongue. It was always comforting, no matter whose blood it was, even if he always disliked the feeling of fur against his lips.

The energy he got from the blood was enough to keep him up for an hour before he started feeling the side effects. The awful headache, like a migraine stabbing through his head. But what was worse was the nausea and stomach pain. It was awful, he ended up being violently sick, every strain shot a wave of pain through his whole body, making him whimper each time. He was a mess, knelt in front of the toilet, panting when he got a chance to try and catch his breath.

Santino cursed under his breath, regretting his decision. He tried to breathe through the nausea to stop feeling light headed. It felt worse when he closed his eyes, even for a moment, it was like the whole room was spinning, making him more vigilant. He was not sure how long he spent there, considering how awful he felt, it felt like an hour. Panic rushed through his body, making him shake slightly even as he tried to hold back his noises.

After some time, he felt well enough to stand up and wash his face in hopes that it would help him calm down. Maybe he drank too much blood this time. He took a few steps back, wanting to get to his bed but got too dizzy. He stopped and sank down, leaned against the wall, all he could do now was sit and wait for the side effects to go away.

He was thinking about John, how it has been weeks since he had seen him. The situation between hunters and vampires got worse and they had trouble meeting, even if it was in secret.

Santino leaned his head against the counter and feared he would pass out, he felt even more drained than before taking the blood. He shut his eyes closed and tried to rest like that. The pain was unbearable.

There was a faint noise in the background, he wasn't sure what it was since he was falling into unconsciousness. He was worried it was a hunter, but he could barely open his eyes, his vision blurry. He still detected a familiar figure walking towards him.

“Are you okay? What happened?” It was John, the only hunter Santino loved and cared for. “Your door wasn't locked and I saw you through the window.” He was already checking for any injuries on Santino's body, taking a hold of his hand for support.

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[soulacheron]

Darkest Nightmares

Wicktober prompt day 20 - Nightmares | event organizer @wickblr

Note: This idea just randomly appeared in my head, and I thought it could fit Santino and Acheron well. So, yes, here is a little ficlet about Santino having a nightmare, and his demon assistant Acheron helped him get through the tough night. Human form Acheron, btw ;)

Have some Santino & Acheron, enjoy! :]

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The night was long and insufferable, the air felt heavy, the room felt hot and almost claustrophobic. It was one of those nights, the long and terrifying ones that Santino had to get himself through alone.

Vivid memories mixed with nightmares, it felt so real, he was physically and mentally feeling everything that was happening in his mind and he couldn't do anything. He was shaking, hands clenching his pillow and sheets, his breathing hitched from time to time as if he couldn't breathe. He felt sick, he felt dizzy, all that while he was asleep, unaware of his surroundings, all he could focus on was the horrible nightmare. A nightmare that had some reality in it.

It was 4 am when it was happening, the halls of the D'Antonio mansion were dark, everyone was sleeping except Santino's best assistant, Acheron. He doesn't need sleep, only rest sometimes. Usually, during the night, Acheron would do some of Santino's paperwork to help him out, to make it easier for him. After all, Santino wasn't looking too good lately. He started smoking more, drinking before going to sleep without even eating anything, so sometimes he would wake up feeling sick and hungover. As far as Acheron knew, this evening, Santino drank only half a glass of the wine, he looked worried the whole day, and no one could really figure out why. Not even Acheron.

He just signed the last paper when he started feeling uneasy, like there was danger nearby, that something was wrong with Santino. He placed the papers back to their place and went to check out the situation.

There wasn't anything unusual while he walked through the halls, everything was silent, he could only hear his footsteps. Yet the closer he got to Santino's room the more he heard… whimpers? Sobs? Acheron tried to figure out the noise as he leaned his head closer to the door. His master’s noises sounded like he was struggling, like he was in pain and Acheron couldn't let him stay like that.

He carefully opened the door, silently sneaking towards Santino. He stopped right next to him, noticing how he was trembling, gripping the sheets, he really wasn't looking too good. Acheron thought about waking him up, he was struggling in his sleep, Acheron couldn't just let that continue.

“Master,” he whispered, gently rubbing Santino's arm yet he didn't react only winced but that was all.

Acheron stopped for a second, thinking what to do, he felt bad seeing his master like this, it wasn't fair that Santino had to go through another night like this.

“Master,” Acheron tried again, a little louder this time and shaked his arm a little more. “Wake up, it's okay.” He repeated it a few more times until Santino gasped softly, startled awake and disoriented.

The demon stepped back to give him some space, turning his head to look for a glass or a bottle so he could bring him some water. He heard Santino shuffling with the sheets, but he thought it was only him trying to regain himself. “I'm right here-” Acheron started when he looked back but stopped himself mid sentence when there was a barrel of a gun pressed against his forehead.

He could see it in Santino's eyes, they weren't clear, he was confused, he didn't recognize his assistant, his hand was shaking, he was still breathing a bit heavier. Acheron slowly raised his hands in surrender, “It's me, Master.” It didn't work, Santino was still holding the gun. “Acheron. Your assistant.”

That seemed to finally get to Santino, he blinked, sighing and slowly lowering his gun, but still looking at his assistant. D'Antonio looked terrified for a moment, like he couldn't process what just happened. “I’m sorry,” Santino whispered and Acheron took the gun away, placing it at the counter.

“It's okay, you're safe,” Acheron said, trying to sound reassuring, since he could see that his master was distressed.

“No, no, I'm so sorry,” Santino murmured, almost too quietly for Acheron to hear. “I'm sorry- I didn't mean to.” He rubbed his face and pinched his eyes closed in an attempt to fully wake himself up.

“I understand, it's okay.” At this moment, Acheron wasn't sure what to say, he wanted to give Santino some time to process everything. But he felt the need to tell him to breathe, seeing how panicked Santino looked, he couldn't let him have a panic attack. “Just breathe for me, okay? Slowly.”

Santino actually looked annoyed for a moment, just mostly at himself for reacting the way he did and now he was struggling to calm down his breathing. “Fuck, I really… I don't know why I did that.” Santino tried to inhale and exhale calmly, but it was still shaky and it was like he couldn't do anything. It was then when Acheron noticed a glistening trail down Santino's face.

The sobbing he had heard.

“Master, have you cried?” Santino looked up at him in confusion.

“What?” He breathed out, feeling his face and the wet spot. “No… I didn't. What is this?” He was so confused, in disbelief, and nothing was making sense.

“You probably had a nightmare that was too intense. It happens, though, especially if you were stressed out these days.” And, Santino was stressed out these days. Acheron thought it was something about work but now it looked like there was something more.

“What the fuck… I could've shot you.” Santino looked over at the gun on the counter, not really listening to Acheron.

“Well, I can't really die. Although it would hurt.” Acheron tried to use a little bit of his charm to help and calm down the tension. “And it would stain your bed and I don't want that.”

Somehow, that made Santino laugh, but it was a sudden chuckle that turned into more of a desperate laugh as he tried to stop himself, lowering his head to hide his face with his band. “What have I done?” He whispered when he got himself to stop.

“Nothing. Nothing bad happened.” Acheron took this as an opportunity to try and feel Santino's forehead in case he got a high temperature, but it was like Santino sensed that he was getting closer to him.

“Don't touch me.” D'Antonio warned, a hint of frustration in his voice.

“Okay, I won't.” Acheron stepped back. There was silence for a few seconds before Acheron tried again, however a bit hesitant, “I'm… not sure having a gun under your pillow is the safest option for you. Maybe in the drawer?”

“Just… shut up. I feel sick, stop talking.” For a moment, he thought he was going to be sick, and having his head down and then looking up made it worse. He cursed something in Italian, Acheron stood right there in front of him in case if he had to help him get to the bathroom. However, Santino managed to take some deep breaths, remembering what Acheron told him, to breathe slowly.

“Okay?” Acheron asked softly, studying Santino's face and body language.

“I… I think so,” Santino nodded slowly, voice barely above whisper. “What time is it?”

“Half past five in the morning.”

Santino sighed in frustration, his mind was racing with so many thoughts. “I can't believe this happened again.”

“It passed now. You're okay.” Well, it could still take Santino some time to fully regain himself.

“I think it was instinctive…” Santino paused to exhale, “To grab the gun. But I thought…”

“What?” Acheron asked softly.

“I thought you were someone else.”

Oh. Acheron was right then. That look in Santino's eyes told everything. Fear, confusion, disorientation, anger. The assistant guessed it was probably better not to ask him who he saw instead of him, but he knew it was only slow steps with Santino when it came to helping him open up about his emotions. No matter what reaction he would get from Santino, he could understand his feelings more that way.

“Do you want to maybe tell me who you thought-”

“No, no,” Santino cut him off, “I don't want to talk about it.”

Acheron nodded, sensing sorrow and misery mixed with anger in his master. Whoever he saw must've done something terrible to him. “How about I bring you some water? Or tea? Anything you'd like,” he offered.

“Water is fine,” Santino replied quietly.

While Acheron was getting him water, Santino got up, felt dizzy but supported himself on the counter to get to the window. He opened it and felt the cold fresh morning air, inhaling and exhaling it.

“Oh, Master, what are you doing?” Acheron asked, placing the glass on the counter and rushed towards him.

“I'm fine, I just need some air,” Santino replied. Sometimes, Acheron's worry would annoy him, even if deep down he knew he only meant to protect him. “Don't touch me.”

Acheron stopped, he was about to hold his shoulders in support. “Okay. I brought you water.”

Santino sighed deeply, closing his eyes, “Thank you.”

The demon stood on the side, waiting for Santino to take in some deep breaths. It took him a few minutes and decided to come back to bed after he shivered from the breeze. He was quiet, didn't say anything when he sat on the bed, took the glass and drank almost everything.

“Put the gun away,” Santino murmured quietly.

“I'm sorry?” Acheron asked since he didn't hear him properly.

“Put the fucking gun away, I don't want to look at it,” D'Antonio snapped, “Put it in the drawer.”

Acheron did what he was told, putting the gun in the drawer. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

Santino stayed quiet again, swallowing nervously and looking down at the floor. “I almost pulled the trigger.”

“You didn't.”

“I almost did. You started talking and I stopped myself.”

“You wouldn't kill me, I can't die,” Acheron reminded him.

“I know. What if it wasn't you? What if it was someone else?” Santino looked at him, finally after some time.

“Well…” Acheron sighed, “It didn't happen, it's best not to think about that.” He was worried it would upset if they started talking about it.

“It could've have-”

“Master.” Acheron cut him off. “Everything's alright.” He had to snap him out of it.

Santino looked puzzled, but this time, he didn't snap back at him. Instead, he nodded and looked away from him. “Right… yes. I guess so.”

“You should feel safe in your own home. With me, I can guarantee that you're safe here.”

His master stayed quiet again. He should feel safe here, his reaction was out fear, instinctive and not the first time this happened. “I know. I'm sorry if I ever doubt you, sometimes I forget that you're a demon and immortal.”

Acheron chuckled softly, “It's alright, I understand. I just want you to feel like you're safe.”

“Yeah. You want that and my soul one day.” It looked like Santino relaxed a little, finally.

“I'm glad you're feeling better,” Acheron smiled. “Joking so early.”

“Don't get used to it,” Santino groaned as he felt the back of his neck. He probably got a little stiff while sleeping. He also noticed that his skin felt warm, so Acheron was right about his suspicion.

“Alright,” Acheron nodded, “Would you like any pills? Painkillers? However, I don't recommend drinking them on an empty stomach.”

“No, I'm barely drinking water. I'll be fine, thank you.” Perhaps chugging down water so quickly wasn't the right move, since now it was starting to make him feel sick again.

“Are you sure you'll be fine?”

“Yes, I'll sleep through it. Or… I don't know, stay awake. It wouldn't be the first time.”

“It's better to get some sleep, Master. The nightmare wouldn't continue, I'm sure.” Acheron couldn't promise it won't continue, he was just hoping his master would continue sleeping peacefully.

“We'll see. I'd like to be left alone now.” The sunrise started to appear and that didn't help Santino's sudden headache.

“Whatever you say, Master,” Acheron said and bowed his head in respect. “You can always call me whenever you need me.”

Santino only nodded in response and lay back down on the bed, hearing the door close when Acheron left.

Sleep through it. Acheron couldn't stop thinking about what his master said. Santino said that so casually, so he was doing it often and Acheron couldn't always tell when.

Santino even managed to trick his own demon assistant into thinking he was fine when he wasn't. ‘Impressive.’ Acheron thought.

In the morning, at 8 am, Santino woke up again. Or he never slept. Acheron noticed the dark circles under his eyes, and he just wasn't looking too well. It also took him a longer time to get out of his room, so the demon only thought of the worst, that his master was sick in the bathroom.

Santino was in the kitchen, drinking coffee, or attempting to since this time it tasted awful and made him feel nauseous again. So, he only drank a little bit.

While Santino was still there, Acheron went to his room and immediately noticed that the gun was on the counter again. Why? Acheron thought Santino wanted it out of his sight for at least a day.

Well, Acheron left it there, knowing Santino doesn't like when his things are being touched or put away. But it made him worried and he wanted to ask Santino about it, but seeing how tired he looked, he didn't do it. He didn't want to upset him.

“Acheron. Let's go, we'll be late.” He heard Santino calling for him and he obeyed, following his master and his orders like always.

Acheron wondered the whole day what was the nightmare that upset Santino so much to the point of almost having a panic attack. His master wasn't talking much with him today either, he was just doing the negotiations with people, being his usual self, trying to get the most with his charm and silver tongue. No one could see that he was drained and exhausted except Acheron and Santino preferred it to stay that way.

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Trick-or-treat!!!!!

YAYAY THANK YOUU 💖💖

This could be for Wick Week - Autumn prompt (I'm a little late, but it fits ^ ^), event organizer @wickblr

Alright, you get a WickedSaint TREAT! Here is a little ficlet with Santino, John, Biscotti, and Dog! Wick D'Antonio husbands with their doggies :3

Enjoy ^ ^

🍂 Orange Sweaters 🍂

“Do you think it's cold?” Santino asked, resting on the couch with Biscotti in his lap. 

“No? I mean if you're cold, I could set the temperature to warmer.” John offered. He knew Santino was more into spring and especially summer when it came to the weather. He doesn't like feeling cold, so he would wear multiple layers of clothes and it would take him so long to get ready when they would go somewhere. Then again, at least he would wear his beautiful suits.

“I just want Biscotti and Dog to feel warm. Biscotti is small and fluffy, but she doesn't have an undercoat. And Dog…” Santino looked over at Dog, who was next to John and wagged his tail at him. “He has very short fur.” 

“Right. They seem fine to me. Biscotti is always cuddling next to you, so I’m guessing she likes to feel your warmth, but other than that, I don’t think she's cold. Dog, too.” John patted Dog, and he immediately placed his head on his lap, whining for more pats on the head. 

“Yes, but when we're going outside, they both only have those raincoats… that's not warm enough.” The raincoats Santino insisted on, but John was happy to get them for their pets. “They need something like… sweaters.”

John chuckled, “Sweaters?” 

“Yeah, you know… I saw so many dogs wearing all kinds of clothes outside. I think we should get them sweaters.” There was no stopping Santino, again. Their dogs have most of the things because Santino was the one who made sure they got it. Even if it was something like scarves with ghosts and pumpkins for Halloween.

“Sure, we can get them. But the pet store is closed for a week due to some renovations.” 

Santino sighed in annoyance but smiled when Biscotti climbed on his chest to give him a lick on his face. “I'll find a way, don't worry.”

“You don't need to rush, we can wait for a week,” John said softly and rubbed Santino's thigh. 

Santino hummed in agreement, kissing Biscotti’s head when she calmed down, making herself comfortable in his lap again. “Well… they announced rain for that week. I'd like to get them as soon as possible.” 

John found it so sweet how Santino was thinking a little too much about all this and how he always found a solution to get their dogs anything they wanted. He moved closer to his husband and kissed him on his cheek. “You're so sweet.”

“I'm being serious,” Santino murmured and leaned his head against John's shoulder. 

“Of course, honey.” 

Santino was right. The rain hadn't stopped for two days already, and both Biscotti and Dog were left soaked even if they had their raincoats after their walks. And John had to wash them.

Right when John returned from the bathroom with Biscotti and Dog running past him to get to Santino, who was holding a package.

“What's that?” John asked, trying to remember if they ordered something.

“I told you I always find a way.” Santino smiled, opening a small package right in front of John. He pulled out one small orange sweater and one that was bigger. 

“They only had the orange ones. But I think it fits for autumn and Halloween.” 

“They're really pretty and definitely would fit for that, yes. But… when did you even order them?” John was always amazed how Santino managed to get everything under control and find a solution for anything. 

“People still work for me, remember?” Santino winked playfully, crouching down to put the sweater on Biscotti.

“Oh, yeah. You just keep surprising me.” John smiled at him, watching how Santino put the sweater on Biscotti. Santino glanced at John and chuckled.

“Ah, it fits her! She's adorable.” Biscotti happily wagged her tail, licking Santino's hands and quickly running towards John to do the same. 

“Yeah, she is,” John agreed, picking her up as Santino managed to get Dog to stand still to get him into the sweater. “They're both ready for the cold weather now.”

Santino struggled a little to put the sweater on Dog but he managed. “There we go. Look at him,” Santino murmured as he patted Dog, checking out his sweater. “Beautiful. They both deserve treats.” He went to grab the treats, Biscotti wiggled in John's arms and he placed her down, watching how she ran up to Santino, whining and begging for treats.

“They are matching like this, good job, honey. I'm glad you got them.” John could forever watch his husband play with their dogs, it was something that made him happy because Santino was finally truly smiling, feeling happiness that before he rarely experienced.

Later, the sound of the rain pouring outside made everyone sleepy. Biscotti and Dog lay down by their feet, in their sweaters, Dog was licking Biscotti's head as if he was cleaning her. 

John kissed his husband deeply, caressing his cheek and admiring him. “This is really nice what you did for them. I'm guessing they'll be wearing these every day?” 

“Of course, as long as it'll be cold. I'm sure there will be different colors for winter, so I'd like to get more. And I want you to choose with me next time.” Santino snuggled closer to John. 

“I'd love to.” 

John was about to kiss him again when Biscotti and Dog squeezed between them. “They really want to show off, huh?” Santino chuckled, rubbing Biscotti's back over the soft sweater.

“Yeah, and they have every right, they know they look good.” John snuggled with Dog, while Biscotti found a perfect place between him and Santino.

“I could pre-order more sweaters if they continue to act like this.” 

“I already know you will.” John reached to hold Santino's hand. 

Santino hummed softly before answering, “I will.” 

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For Wicktober, I'll try my best to write what I planned. Killer!Santino au oneshot will unfortunately have to wait a little since it's kinda... not going as planned. I'll try to make them for those days they were supposed to be, but I'm not sure if I'll manage. But I'll try my best to finish them this month.

Vampire and werewolf au are my priorities for now :]

[mintystripez]

Gonna have to skip day 1 unfortunately </3

Mainly cause what I wanted to do definitely needed preparation and it’s not done, so practically useless 💀