#and hope the kitten doesn't decide to go near all the cuts :(

[bonefall]

So what is Sparkpelt's relationship with Firestar going to be in BB rewrite since she isn't going to be Firestar but female? I'm assuming she's going to be completely different looking from cannon Sparkpelt too.

[ID: Better Bones AU's version of Sparkpelt. She is an auburn tigerclone with jagged stripes, a cream beard and mane, and raptor claws.]

BB!Sparkpelt is so different it'll make your head spin. GoodBYE Fireclone Sparkpelt, HELLO Tigerclone Sparkpelt

Also I decided that the KEY Tigerkin Family Trait is going to be raptor claws. A large index claw, and pointed talons on the back toe. They also tend to be large, tiger-themed, and have 'beards.' It's sometimes remarked that they bear a similarity to Thunderstar!

BIGGEST CHANGE, which I think is pretty well known by now, is that Sparkpelt is NOT Squirrelflight's child. Her mom was Jessy, from a brief relationship that ended in a brutal cat divorce. Squilf remains infertile, she cannot have children.

Instead, they are Mentor and Apprentice. Just as close as a parent and child.

Below the cut: Sparkpelt in,

Bramblestar's Thorns

Squirrelflight's Horror

BB!TBC and ASC setup

Bramblestar's Thorns: The AVoS-era replacement for the loss of Alderheart as a POV in that arc. Sparkpelt gets a POV alongside her brother covering her early life.

Her mother Jessy is a genius inventor. She joined during the SE, ThunderClan's Tempest, along with Fernsong and Stormcloud. Her name was briefly Sweetbright.

She had a massive fight with Brambleclaw shortly after having their children, which escalated and she wasn't willing to stay if he was going to treat her like that.

Alder was taken back to twolegplace. Bramblestar kept Sparkkit.

Spark loves her dad but...

He is an emotionally abusive person. Your relationship with a person like that is always unstable.

"He's not always like this." She wants him to be better, she blames herself for upsetting him, she loves him, he makes her feel like dirt, she doesn't want to be near him, she feels bad enforcing boundaries...

To give Bramblestar credit where it's due, however, he taught her very well about their family legacy. From Tigerstar all the way back to Oakstar, that they have a long line of pride and ambition.

Firestar, in these stories, was presented as someone who saved them from disgrace. By opposing Tigerstar and giving Brambleclaw power, he was a hero to them as well.

She's named after him, too. Firestar was Bramblestar's beloved mentor.

This pressure of legacy was something shared by her childhood best friend, Hollykit, child of Fallenleaf and Cinderheart.

Spark had her issues growing up, and resented Jessy massively for leaving her and taking her brother. When Alder came back because of his visions, she turned a lot of frustration onto him

Him coming back felt like she suddenly couldn't be so angry at Jessy. She had to be nice about the person who ripped her brother away, broke their family, and even turned Alder against her with how he defends her

It's not accurate or justified, but that's how this emotionally repressed teenager expresses complicated emotions.

In a moment of clarity, Bramblestar personally chose Squirrelflight as Sparkpaw's mentor. He knew that she would be the person his daughter needed, someone who would teach her to stand up for herself, and to do the right thing.

...But unfortunately most of the time Bramble does not have that level of insight. He rues this decision constantly, convinced that Squilf is intentionally turning his daughter against him.

Squirrelflight's Horror: The replacement for Squilf's Hope

This book is about Squirrelflight reconsidering her relationship with Bramble, when the Sister Situation happens. Ultimately it ends in Squilf going on trial in StarClan, less because of her 'transgressions' in life and more because of Fire Alone as an ideology being tested.

But this isn't about Squilf this is about Spark.

Similarly to canon, Hollylark suffers a horrible poisoning and passes away as their kittens are born prematurely.

Sparkpelt is shaken badly by this. They were childhood friends, they were expecting a litter, like canon she experiences postpartum depression.

Squilf wins her trial, but desperately decides she needs to get home because her apprentice can't lose a mate and a mentor at the same time.

I don't want to end this SE on the note that Sparkpelt is finally moving on from the death of Hollylark... I don't think she can "get over it" quickly the way canon implies.

In general this part of Spark's life is much more delicate. She needs more time, recovery is slower, there's a lot more pain here. But she is loved and supported through it.

BB!TBC and setup for ASC when it comes

By the time of TBC, she's finally recovering. Her relationship with her kittens has improved.

When the imposter happens, it threatens to destroy everything she had built.

She gets covered in scars from a dog attack, and is eventually exiled.

Finchpaw follows her, making a name for herself as a brave Firekin descendant who opposed a tyrant.

In this arc, a lot of Firekin act as a 'unit,' this family tends to think alike and work closely because of their shared legacy. Squilf, Spark, and Finch are in lockstep as major rebel figures.

Flamepaw is left out of this, because he chose not to follow them.

When Flame eventually rejects his name in ASC, a major contention he has is that "MOM ISN'T EVEN FIREKIN WHY DOES SHE CARE"

The answer is, that rejecting the Firekin side of himself is like killing the part of him that is Hollylark, and rejecting a family she feels accepted into and part of.

THAT SAID; I do not rewrite arcs until they are done. Details of ASC are sparse and only fragments. I need to know its conclusion before working backwards to make that conclusion stronger.

And that's BB!Sparkpelt! Very different from canon, but I love the gal.

#Better bones AU #BB!Sparkpelt

[rosyrosethings]

Y/n finds out her boyfriend Harry is a gang leader.

Y/n woke up to her boyfriend kissing her face repeatedly. She giggled and moved over to stuff her face in her pillow. He grabbed her waist pulling her hips to his.

“You can’t hide from me, baby. Now kiss me!” He said y/n turned her head as she peaked open one of her eyes looking up and her pale green-eyed boy smirking at her. She opened her other eye. Now fully looking at him.

“Marcel, I haven’t even brushed my teeth.” She said turning over her body fully now laying on her back looking up at him.

“I don’t care. We go through this every morning.” He said as he leaned downed and kissed her lips. She kissed him back. She loved Marcel waking.up.to.the sight of her boyfriend. Waking up with her in his arms or her arms around him. Marcel's phone rang interrupting their moment. Y/n immediately rolled her eyes. whenever his phone rang she knew he was going to leave her, sometimes he's gonna all day and doesn't come back till 4 am.

“Yea, be there soon,” Marcel said, y/n turned from him. Marcel looked over at her as he could tell he was upset.

”Baby don’t be like that.” he said laying back down wrapping his arms around her waist kissing her bare shoulder.

”You let whoever in your phone run you. You always seem to go whenever they call.” she said.

” It just work love, I'd be home later.” he said and he pampered her face in kisses until he heard her giggle. She loved it when he called her place home.

“Fine just make sure you don’t miss tonight. It's our one-year anniversary dinner so please don't miss it.” He kissed her once more. Before getting up putting on his clothes. She wished he stayed and stopped treating her house like one nightstand. He always had to go.

“Won’t miss it for the world baby. I love you.” He said as he got up getting ready to walk out her bedroom. She got up also walking with him to the door. She didn’t respond to his I love you because if he loved her he wouldn’t leave her on their one year anniversary. He turned around and face her. His bottom lip poking out because he knew she could resist his cute face.

“Baby, I said I love you.” He mumbled,

”Mhmm.” she hummed in response trying to walk past him. He grabbed her arm pulling her back to face him. He knew she liked it when he got a bit more aggressive.

“What’s wrong?” He asked seriously.

“You’re leaving me on our one year anniversary.” She whines out. He leaned down and kissed her pouting lips.

”baby, I just have to work. I’d be back I promise.” He said, she nodded kissing him again. She knew how to get him to stay. Sex. So she used it to her advantage. She wrapped her arms around his neck, sliding her tongue in his mouth. Moving her hips closer to his. He kissed her back of course. He couldn’t resist her. But he had to work so he pulled away but she continued to kiss his jaw and his neck.

“Love I have to go to work.” He laughed, she sighed and gave up. Stepping back letting him leave out the door.

“I love you..” she mumbled. He gave her his best smile and kissed her cheek.

//

After Marcel left. Y/n went about her day as usual. Preparing for tonight. While FaceTime with her best friend.

” Matthew and I are gonna go out tonight and have some adult fun..” her friend Tae explained while smiling from ear to ear. Mathews was her husband.

”that's so cute. I and Marcel are going out tonight also.” Y/n proclaimed with a bigger smile. Tae rolled her eyes at the sound of his name.

“Y/n, you know I don’t like him for you. I just feel like you deserve better.” Her friend Jessica said,

“He’s an amazing guy. I don’t see why you don’t like him.” Y/n said as she put on her makeup.

“You’ve been dating him for a year. You haven’t met his friends or family. You’ve been to his house like twice and he says he works in the pharmaceutical business. Which is a load of shit.”

Y/n shrugged.

“He’s just secretive,” y/n mumbled. Jessica laughed at her naivety.

“Your making excuses for him. But I guess I’d make excuses for a face like his too.” Tae said, “Mommy!! I cut my finger.” Tae’s son Brandon yelled from the back.

“Fuck Y/n I will call you back,” Tae said disconnecting the FaceTime call and tending to her child. Y/n continued to get ready for her date. Once she was finally ready. She got a text from Marcel. Who was supposed to pick her up.

Running late I called you an Uber to the restaurant. I will meet you there. -Marcel

She sighed, she could have literally driven her own car. She thought but she knew Marcel hated it when she didn't listen to him. She waited for the Uber to arrive. Which arrived shortly after her waiting... Uber took her to the restaurant. She walked inside where she was greeted by the hostess.

”name?”

”Marcel Cox.”

”Ohh follow me.” She said as she grabbed the large menu and walked Y/n to the empty table. She sighed, he isn’t here she thought.

She sat at the tables and waited patiently. No one ever came. She watched the clock go from 6 pm to 6:30 to 7:00. she still had hope that he’d come. Even though she was one more pitiful look from the waitress away from tears.

Her phone made a ding noise. She looked at to see it was her best friend Tae. But Y/n did not open the text message. She wasn’t in the mood for her best friend to be right.

But her phone kept dinging. Multiple text messages from tae. Y/n unlocked her phone.

Aren’t you and Marcel supposed to be together? Isn’t it the anniversary?

Marcel is the club I’m at.

I snuck up closer to see what he was saying. Everyone is literally calling him Harry.

I’m gonna send you a video. -Tae

Shortly after a video was sent to Y/N’s phone.

The video was of Marcel, sitting in a VIP section of a club with a few other guys behind him. But Tae kept moving the camera behind people to be discreet.

Y/n shut off the video and decided to call him.

No answer.

She thought that maybe she should text him. But she didn’t. She sat there and thought about it.

Who is Harry and why are they calling me that? Why is he at a bar instead of with me? She thought to herself. She quickly arranged for an Uber to pick her up and she ordered food Togo.

Eventually, she made it home. Tears were pouring down her face. Receiving weird looks from her uber driver. She felt so confused and lost. she went to change into more comfortable which was one of Harrys shirts and decided to sit on the couch and enjoy her steak dinner and watch kissing booths on Netflix. Her phone started to ring and she looked hopefully it could be Marcel.

“Hello?”

”Hi love, are you okay? Do you need me to come over?” she asked, she sighed at the sound of Taes voice.

”no no no it's fine enjoy your night with your husband. i just wanna be alone right now.” y/n said sadly eating the roasted potatoes.

”Okay, Are you sure? Me and Matt could come over and we can watch movies.”

”Yea, I'm positive the last thing I want is to be around a happily married couple.”

“Okay well I love you. Call me if you need anything.”

“Love you too.”

Y/n disconnected the call and continue to eat her dinner. She didn’t know what to do. Who in the hell isHarry and why is lying to her. Is he married?

There was a sound on her door that interrupted her thoughts. The sound if someone unlocking it. She looked over at the door. Knowing he was the only one who had a key.

He walked in. Ready to apologize for missing their anniversary. It was almost 12am. He didn’t know what excuse to come up. Just tell her it was work. He thought.

“Baby.. I’m so so sorry. It was work thing and I-.” She let out a dry laugh. As he sat next to her on the couch. She did love him but he’s lying to her. She just wants the truth.

“Work at 12am? you’re lying to me. Is there someone else? Are you married?”

“What baby? No. I’m all yours.”

“Then who in the fuck is Harry?”she as she looked him dead in the eye. He looked like a dear in head lights.

“If you look me in the eye and lie to me one more time. I’m done with you.” She said crossing her arms. He didn’t want to tell her. How do you tell someone you’re the leader of a gang. He couldn’t tell her. Y/n is literally the most cooker cutter girl he knows. She doesn’t break any laws, She doesn’t smoke, Halloween scares her but she loves it. And yet he still loved her even though they were opposite. He never felt this way about a girl before. He loved how safe he felt with her. As it lhe had no worries whenever he stepped near her. If he told her who he was would she be scared of him.

“I-I don’t know who Harry is.” He immediately regretted the lie that came out of his mouth. If he told her his real name was Harry after a year of dating. She would leave him in heartbeat. But she knew him to well. She knew it was a lie.

“You’re lying to me Marcel or whoever the hell you are. You need to leave.” She said as she stood up from the couch.

“Leave?” He said looking up at her, his green eyes slightly glossy. She could see the fear and hurt in his eyes.

“Yes leave. I-I don’t know who you are. You’ve been lying to me for a full year and you looked me in my eyes and lied to me. You wouldn’t do that to someone you love.” He stood up his height towering hers.

“Kitten I do love you.”

“Yea but not enough to tell me the truth. Can you please just leave.” She said looking away from him. He looked down at her. He turned around to leave.

“The key.” She said. Stopping him.

“Baby c’mon. This is just a stupid fight.” he said trying to blow over the situation. She looked up at him her eyes full of hurt and pure disgust.

”Marcel I don’t even know who you are anymore. You keep lying to me and I can’t do this now please give me my damn key and leave my house.” Harry flinched at her language he handed her the key.

“Can I at least explain myself?” He said once more.

“No. I have you your chance and you lied. Please just leave me.” And he did as he was told and left the apartment. Leaving her their in tears.

A couple days went by Y/n couldn’t get out of bed she was always so sad. It hurt her so badly to lose Marcel. Then a week went by and he hasn’t even tried to call her. She thought she obviously meant nothing to him for him not even to try to win her back. Then a whole month went by no Marcel and she was still just as hurt as she was the day he walked out on her. So she started knitting to distract herself and she was getting pretty good at. Decided to knit a a cardigan.

With Music was playing softly in the back. She thought how cute Marcel will look in this sweater. The knock on her door interrupted her thoughts. She sighed she knew it was Tae. Tae has literally been worried sick since Marcel left Y/n. Y/n went to open the door. Seeing a black hair tattooed man. She looked at him confused. He was very handsome but he must have the wrong apartment.

“Umm hello, is there something i can help you with?” She asked still holding the door in her hand so she can close it in face if needed.

“Yes, thank god I found you. I need you to come back with me.” She scrunched her face at the mans response.

“Umm no. I don’t know you at all.”

“It’s about Marcel. You just really need to see him.” Her eyes widened. He’s friends with Marcel. But she still doesn’t know this guy.

“But that doesn’t explain who you are.”

“That’s not important. I just need you to come back with me.”

”No I'm not.” she said closing the door. His foot stopped the door. She looked up at him. All she saw was the determination in his eyes and she was scared for her life.

”please can you just leave..” she pleated but he didn't. Was the last thing she remembered. Before everything went black.

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #harry styles x yn #fine line #black women #watermelon sugar

[touchedflowers]

Girly pt.1

Requested by @nctobsessedhours I hope you enjoy. 🌹

"I see that bite mark on your neck Taemin. You might wanna be careful, the girls will go rabid." Kai smirked back in the corner at your comment, a faint purple patch flashing behind the collar of his shirt. "I see yours too, Kai. Cover that up jeez! Can't you guys go 2 days without trying to eat eachother?"

"No," they said simultaneously. It's like they were trying to get caught. You, Taeyong, Taemin and Kai were all in the dressing room before SuperM's concert. The boys were supposed to be getting ready but instead, Thing 1 and Thing 2 decided to sneak off and suck face causing the other members to go look for them. Leaving you with Tae until they returned.

"Where is everyone else," Wondered Kai.

"Looking for you two. You're supposed to be done with your makeup by now but nooooo. You had to ruin my hard work!"Everyone let out a laugh at that. You wished you could say that you stayed angry but Taeyong's voice made that impossible.

"Come on, y/n. It's not Kai's fault that Taemin is a slut and it's not Taemin's that Kai can't keep it in his pants"

"Yah!" Taemin came forward, his shakey voice failing to cover his embarrassment. Which was made obvious by the blood filling his face. "Dont speak to your elders in that way!"

Kai chimed in. "Besides, it's not like Taeyong doesn't do the same to you. We see the hickies on his neck so dont pretend he's not just as bad. Taeyong's face now matched Taemin's, the rosey hue creeping down his neck to his chest. Poor boy. Let's tease him a little. You knew it was cruel but he practically begged for it with such a cute face.

"Actually it's more the opposite. Tae is the submissive and actually . . . he behaves pretty girly."

All 3 of them were startled at that. A horde of makeup crashed onto the floor and Taeyong turned from his station, with a shocked and, frankly, angry expression.

"I'm not girly!" The red lipstick he clutched paired with the stain on his lips did not enforce his statement.

"Sure you are Tae. No need to be ashamed, I love the way you whimper when you suck my nipples." Roars of laughter erupted from the the hallway. The other boys finally returned from their search. Each one bore a grin and Lucas even had tears in his eyes.

"Ahh man, that's fantastic. Who knew our fierce leader was such a baby?" More laughter. Your poor baby wasn't amused sadly. The pinkish tone of embarrassment turned a hot red as his ire reached a head.

"YAH! Shut up!" The sheer volume of laughter drown out his protest. It was all in good fun and the fun was yours. You just couldn't help it. You poke and poke and poke at this man. Why? Why was it so satisfying. The howling was cut off by a staff member. You could see into the hallway behind him at the copious amounts of assistants running around to a backdrop of screaming women.

"20 minutes guys. Please finish up." Everyone was making final tweaks to outfits and makeup and hair. Taeyong spent the 20 minutes glaring at you while he deepend his lipstick. The boys were ushered out of the room, all of them saying goodbye to you and you wished them luck. All except Taeyong. He didn't look at you. Someone is sulking

The concert was bomb just as expected. You watched from behind the stage, dancing to every song and shrieking out your adoration along with the crowd. No Manners started up and the boys got into their positions. It was the last group song before boys' solos then ending with the title song. You watched Taeyong as he performed the choreo. Every move was just so smooth and practiced, his stage presence commanding attention. Major dom energy so unlike the mewling kitten that occupied your bed at night. He broke off from the dance and each member strayed onto different parts of the stage. He followed behind Ten, pulling the shorter dancer closer to him. Intimately close. A hand behind Ten's head with fingers in his hair. Their faces were so close it was almost as if they were kissing. Even in this, you could catch the glint of his eyes as he flashed his gaze at you. He was showing off. The song was approaching Tae's part as he moved backward towards center stage, facing you. He got down on his knees and grinded against the stage, the bright lights flooding his profile into a white silhouette. The only thing visible was his gaze and the red of his lips, his teeth shining in a near snarl.

Such a exhibition was childish and yet watching him display his anger, grating his hips to the beat and a feral smile of red amid his sharp face. He was anything but a child. The song finally came to a close and all the boys save Lucas exited the stage, the bass booming with his solo. Before you could comment on his little show Taeyong seized your wrist (why always the wrist?)and ripped you away from the group.

"Taeyong! What are you doing? That hurts!" If he heard your protests he didn't show it. In fact his grip became that much tighter. If either of you had been paying attention you would've noticed the 2 figures trailing behind you.

Coming to an empty hallway he pulled you into the first room, closing and locking it behind him. You stood in the middle of the space watching his shoulders heave, his head down, facing the door. You couldn't help the twinges of heat you felt at the sight of his aggression. He almost looked . . . violent. His grip on you was. "Taeyong?" Your chest almost hurt for your hammering heart.

He spun around and came at you. You stumbled back, every step of yours overtaken by his. Pinning you back against the wall opposite the door, the hard lines of his body crushed you into the cold surface. He towered over you so much that you had to look straight up to meet his gaze. Not that you had that much courage. No. Instead you coward away, pressing yourself into the wall trying to create space where there was none.

"Look at me." His voice was guttural, but nearly silent. You know when you get so made that you can't even speak? That's what this voice was. It made you shiver against him reguardless of the heated anger pouring from him. A heat that reached other places. Places that violence shouldn't reach. "Look at me." You couldn't. For the first time you felt small. You felt vulnerable. You felt weak. And you loved it.

His nails scraped your flesh when he wrenched your head back by the roots of your hair. "FUCKING LOOK AT ME!" A sobbing moan broke from you as you shook in his grip. Eyes screwed shut, you waited for . . . something. A decider. Something to tell you what was happening. You felt his nails once more as he gripped your jaw, his long thin fingers so much stronger than you thought. He was so much stronger than you thought. The bluntness of his clenched teeth grazed your cheek as he spoke. "You think I'm weak? You think I'm a fucking girl? Huh? You do don't you?" He stepped back, holding you to the wall with a hand on your throat. With his head tilted, his big eyes, usually soft, now piercing blinking down at you with sweat dipping from his face. He looked like an animal.

A breath rushed out as he turned his face away. His profile burned into your mind. Releasing you, he brought his hands to the hem of his shirt. "I'll show you just how "girly" I am. When I'm done you're gonna wish I was." He pulled his shirt over his head and stood there in the low light. The sweat misted over his skin, veins making a map, pulsing with his blood.

Pushing you to your knees, he brought you level with his zipper. Undoing himself, he pulled out his cock, growling at the feel of being free. "You see this cock baby? How girly is it?" The words came with a laugh. But it wasn't joy that filled him. He tugged your head forward to rub his dick across your lips, gripping your hair. "Choke on me." With that he sunk back into your throat, laughing at you as you did exactly as he told. Trying to breath only brought another wave of choked coughs as you struggled to take him in. His veins pulsing against your tongue.

Outside 2 figures stood wrapped in attention. Taemin had wanted to step in when they had heard Taeyong shout but Kai had stopped him. "He's not gonna hurt her. He just needs a good fuck to help his pride. Trust me, she'll enjoy it just as much as he will." But as the minutes ticked by they both began to feel the heat of Taeyong's words. So much so that Taemin began to squirm at the vulgarity. It didn't help that Kai's dick was pressing against his ass. He couldn't stop himself from pressing back into the hardness. A hand clasped onto his hip, preventing further pressure.

"If you do that again I will fuck you against the door and I don't care who catches us." Kai was standing over him now, chest pressed into his back.

#superm #taeyong smut #lee taeyong #taeyong #taemin smut #taemin #kai smut #kai #exo kai #superm smut

[neoarchipelago]

Lisbon Lights (part 4) (John Wick x Assassin!reader)

AN: so things aren't going great in my life right now so I'll update very slowly probably… I hope you enjoy this piece of work from the depths of my depressed mind!

Word count : 2517 

Warnings: torture, blood, cursing, kidnapping.

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Standing in the elevator you stared as the doors closed. You took a deep breath. You weren't sure exactly what you were feeling. Was it pain? Sadness? Anger? Pride. For sure. Closing your eyes and leaning against the elevator's wall you sighed. How could you have been so stupid? What happened exactly that made you crave this man so much? You barely knew him. You couldn't deny the attraction you felt towards him. Not only physically but mentally as well. You enjoyed the attention he was giving you and the way he seemed to handle your bullshit so well. 

The bell of the elevator rang and you shot your eyes open. Watching as people flooded in and you folded your arms on your chest. You frowned in your corner, keeping any staring person from even trying to speak to you. Looking down at your heels you pushed away that feeling of being scrutinized. You needed a drink. And fast. The bell rang again as the doors opened and you walked out to the lobby, pushing away a few people in your movement. You couldn't care less of the reproachful looks you earned. What? Got a problem? Come and try to fix it, see what you'll get. 

Heading to the bar you sat in one of the bar stools. The bartender gave you a gentle nod that you answered equally. Your gaze caught Amalia sitting at a table nearby and as she spotted you, she stood up. 

"Great…" you groaned looking at the bartender who smirked at you. "A strawberry mojito please." 

Nodding away he walked away as you felt a presence to your left, a worried Amalia now staring right through you. 

"Is everything alright?" She asked, in a serious tone. 

You looked at her and sighed. Where to even start? You shook your head, but didn't find the words to explain. 

"What happened? I thought your plan had gone well? Everyone is already in touch with what happened at the docks and Luana is furious." She added. 

"That's why everyone's been staring at me… talk about secrets in this industry…" you groaned lowly in your corner while your frown deepened. 

Amalia clicked her tongue in a disapproving melody. It would have made you chuckle in any other situation but not now. 

"What happened minha querida* (my darling)?" She questioned, this time a worried look on her face. 

"I fought with Mr Wick. It has been clearly shown what he thinks of me and… I think our cooperation ends here." You spoke in what you wanted to be a cold and decisive tone. 

"What do you mean, what happened?" She sounded confused.

The soft fado playing around the room was calming, but also quite saddening. You looked at the bartender as he was preparing your so awaited drink and you sighed. 

"After our job was done we fought and it was revealed to him how much of a, and I quote, 'Cold hearted bitch' I am…" you let out a bit angrily.

"Alright, that's not the first time I've heard that about you, what's the matter, why do you care?" Her heavy accent was almost annoying at this point. Not that you were starting to hate you friend but because she was making you say things out loud you wished you never did. 

"That's the thing! Why do I care what he thinks right?" You let out through gritted teeth, this time anger rushing through you. 

Amalia seemed surprised, much more by your words than by your anger. You closed your eyes for a second, trying to recompose yourself. 

"Are you in L-?" 

"I care. That's all. And it's already too much." You cut her off. In love? Let's not go that far. At least you didn't want to go that far. 

The memory of his regretful look as you walked out on him a few moments ago was overwhelming. It was hopelessly interrupted by you drink being served. You nodded a thanks as you siped on it, the alcohol not numbing your senses enough to your own taste. Maybe straight vodka was necessary at this point. 

"What are you going to do? Luana is still after you." Amalia remembered.  Feeling the need of a vodka growing stronger.

"I don't know. We'll see. Alea Jacta est. (The die is cast)" You answered, taking another sip at your drink. 

Amalia groaned and rolled her eyes. Her attention was taken by one of her employees and she stood, giving you a last glance as she walked away. You didn't know what to do anymore. Your cup was coming to an end much too fast and you could feel piercing eyes staring at you. Straightening your back you let a coin drop next to your drink and you stood, walking out of the continental. Amalia's worried look lost in all of those that stared at the one who caused such a fuss in the city. 

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The bell of the elevator rang and the doors of the elevator opened. John walked out into the lobby, annoyed by the intense stares he had been receiving since he decided to go to the bar to soften his guilt. He took two steps before being confronted with the Continental's director. What was her name again? 

"Mr Wick." Her heavy accent and the harsh tone mixed well with the character. "Follow me."

John frowned, he just wanted to enjoy his drink and then maybe end that stupid job and go back to New York. However the woman did not leave any room for discussion as she spun around and walked to one of the tables in the far back of the restaurant area. John clenched his fist but followed in anyway. He sat down in front of her and she spoke. 

"I know what happened between you and my dear (y/n)." Her tone wasn't exactly reproachful but she definitely wasn't happy. John cleared his throat but Amalia spoke once more. 

"It doesn't really matter what happened. What matters is what you both decide to do now." 

John's full attention was caught, and he looked at her and nodded for her to continue. 

"(Y/n) is prideful and she will never tell you what I'm going to tell you now. But you need to hear it. She's not someone who cares for people easily, let's not even talk about love. She lacks of trust, she's afraid of being abused the way she has been before." 

John seemed to take it in, a confused look on his face. 

"But she cares about you." 

John glanced up at the woman who's saddeness could not be hidden.

"And whatever you think she might have done to you, think twice before assuming. She has put herself in this mess because of you. She helped you." Amalia added.

John sighed. 

"Tell me. What made you say those awful things?" She asked, her frown back on her features.

John cleared his throat once more. 

"She… she seduced the guards, back at the docks…" john let out in a hoarse voice.

"Jealousy?!" Amalia half-yelled. 

John glared at the woman.

"No." John's deep voice answered.

It was only met with a perfect eye roll from the woman. She stood up surprising John as she spoke one last time, seriousness back in her voice. 

"You care for her. I know you do. And she left. She's in the city. On her own." 

John watched as she walked away. What did that mean? John frowned. She left? On her own? It took a second to tilt, but once it did. John stood in a hurry and walked out of the continental. After all, they are still on a job. 

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You walked around the city, cursing yourself on the stupid idea to go out in this bloody city in heels. Yes you were furious and at this point you'd kill even a pigeon for trying to get near you. The streets weren't empty but you had to admit being in the desert zone of the city. You cursed once more at yourself for not thinking before going out of the continental. 

You sighed, the late afternoon sun made your skin glisten a bit and you hated yourself at the moment. Your mind kept racing over John FUCKING WICK. You wanted to go apologise, and tell him you'd be his perfect kitten but hell no. Pride was online and it made you roam the city on your own instead of just going back to your hotel room and take a nap or something. 

Lost in your own thoughts you failed to notice the two men following you. Raging over the little birds and couples you had almost forgotten how much you had angered Luana. There was no actual possibility to sneak up on you. You could almost feel the hair on your neck rising from being stared at. But you should have been much more careful, because your reaction time was, much smaller. 

The harsh grasp on your arm wasn't hard to expect, spinning around and quickly kicking the guy on his knee, making sure your heels would hit the spot, you managed to get free pretty quickly. Grabbing the dagger strapped at your thigh you stood waiting for a new attack. The second one tried to grab your hair but the blade quickly reached his hands that you made sure to cut deep. It was followed by the first one trying to grab you once more, and a high kick to his head made the trick. Your mind was running on full speed as you were trying to evaluate the situation, a hard blow to your head unfortunately made you lose all grip on reality, as you slowly fell into unconsciousness.

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You groaned as you opened your eyes. The back of your head hurt like hell. You quickly realized where you were and how exactly you were. Sitting on chair, your ankles tied to it and your hands behind your back also tied together. You cursed under your breath as you took in your surroundings. You were in your old boss's hotel room. The same one he died in. You groaned as you closed your eyes. The sound of heels echoed and you quickly open them again. As you glanced on who just joined you in your little hell you rolled your eyes. 

"Luana…" you almost wanted to slap yourself.

She smirked. Her blond curly hair falling over her shoulders. She looked really pretty, almost innocent with her soft ocean eyes. If you didn't knew what kind of bitch she was you'd probably be fooled by her act. 

"(Y/n)." She spoke, as she sat on the red velvet couch in front of you. Of course she's going to want to watch and enjoy the show. 

"Did you think after all that you've done I wouldn't catch you?" She asked in a joyful tone. 

You smirked sarcastically at her. 

"I honestly didn't think you'd bother yourself to do so." You spoke looking around the room. 

"I don't understand (y/n)." She said leaning closer. 

"Yeah I realized that happened quite often with you." You let out absentmindedly.  

She chuckled. Grabbing your attention. 

"Joke all you want. You won't for long." She threatened. 

You narrowed your eyes at her. 

"Why would you betray my family like this? You weren't even the one with a contract." She asked. 

"If I knew myself I'd maybe tell you…" you let out, looking away, visibly annoyed. "Without sounding like a bitch.." you spoke "like one apparently thinks that i am.." you added under your breath, "why am I the only one being hunted down?" You finished looking at her a soft frown on your face. 

Luana laughed loudly as she answered you. 

"You think I'd go hunting the Baba Yaga?" She looked at you as if you were the stupidest person on earth. 

You felt exactly like that. Stupid. Obviously she wasn't going to hunt John. She needed someone to blame, someone to torture and you made yourself the perfect target to do so without putting her into actual danger. You pursed your lips. This was, by far, your worst vacation ever. 

"What makes you think he won't come to help me?" You spoke again, playing some kind of manoeuvre to see if you could at least make it out alive. 

"Oh. But a little bird told me he heard you say that your… collaboration was over." She answered, the most annoying grin you've ever seen on someone. 

She was right. He wasn't coming for you. He hated you. He thought you were a cold hearted bitch. No. You were on your own again. 

Luana's laugh echoed through the room. You groaned. 

"Why are you laughing for you psycho?!" You let out angrily. 

"I'm laughing at you!" She said as she stood. "You look absolutely pathetic. And I'm truly about to make you regret ever going against my family." 

You frowned as she picked up something from the table that you didn't quite managed to see. The sound of steel made you freeze. You were quite in trouble yes. 

You watched as Luana spun around, a shiny scalpel in hand. You tried your best to hide the sudden anxiety creeping over you. You had been tortured before and it wasn't going to be pleasing. As she slowly stepped closer, you kept an annoyed frown, your pride being the last barrier between you and this predator. You weren't used being chased down and played with. But now you could only shut up and endure. The cold feeling of the object against your skin made you shiver. 

"You could have at least heated them. They're fucking cold." You sarcastically let out. 

You felt the blade pierce the skin, right on your collarbone. You clenched your jaw. Not letting a sound out as she kept going, a small trail of blood behind the sharp steel. It wasn't deep. No. It was painful more than it was ever life threatening. She smiled, the most fucked up smile you'd seen on someone's face as she looked at the red drops dripping on your pretty white top. Wait. That thought was recurrent with her now wasn't it? She was after all… entirely fucked up. You knew you could handle torture, but not how long. And right now, you needed a way to get out. 

"This-" Luana spoke, right before being cut out by the phone of the hotel room. 

She looked furious as she looked at one of her guys, that you were only now noticing, gesturing for him to answer. He walked over to the phone, picked it up, and turned on the high speaker. 

"Hello? Who's this?" Luana asked obviously annoyed. 

"It seems… you have my kitten"

You gasped as the voice answered and echoed in the room, you truly did. You looked even more pitiful now, a sorrowful frown on your pretty face, tugging at your ropes. The hoarse voice and the words echoed again and again through your head. And the only word escaping your mouth before the sound of gunshots were heard.

"John…"

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