#finn cole one shot

[lilahisntsadanymore]

The Shelbys find themselves in yet another war with one of other Romani families. Things get even worse when Michael and a girl from the other family mysteriously disappear one day.

The reader pronouns: she/her

Pairing: Michael Gray x reader

Words count: 3.2k

Tw: swearing, mentions of violence, lightly implied sexual intercourse

I see this happening somewhere in season 2 or 3, but it doesn't contain any scenes from the show.

Y/d/n - your dad's name

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Problematic Sweethearts

(gif not mine)

A loud thud of the door sounded through the Shelby betting shop. Tommy walked in angrily, it could be sensed by his steps. He stopped by the table in the middle of the room, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose.

The rest of the family was very busy that day. Nobody paid attention to Tommy until he furiously hit the wooden surface with his bare fist.

"Fuck!"

John shifted his gaze from the chalkboard he was standing by to his brother. "What have you done this time?"

There were many options. Most things Tommy did brought trouble to the family. But this time it wasn't his fault.

"Not me, the Lovells." Thomas replied. "They stole a horse of mine."

Well, not entirely his fault, but at some point he could have prevented that by either stopping the conflict or not starting it in the first place.

It started when another pub opened nearby The Garrison. The Shelbys were afraid it might steal their clients, so Tommy's idea was to start spreading lies about the other pub to make people not wanna go there.

It worked. And when the owner of the new pub found out about it, he immediately traced it to the Shelbys. In that moment, a war started. Lovells fired back with sabotaging Shelbys' betting business (this one didn't really work, noticing how much work they still had) and then the Shelbys fired back with another 'brilliant' idea and now it was getting more dangerous.

Everyone in Small Heath, or maybe even in the whole Birmingham, knew how important horses were to Tommy Shelby. The Lovells knew that stealing his horse was going to hurt.

"So we're gonna go cut them now, yeah?" John asked, putting his hat on and walking to the door. He was being serious.

"John," Esme spoke, causing her husband to stop in his tracks, "quit being so rash, it could get you killed one day."

Polly would hate to admit that, but in this moment she thought Esme was right. Nothing else needed to be added, although John protested.

"I'm sick of them fucking with us," he gnarled through his teeth, "we have to do something to stop this."

"Cutting them clearly won't help then!"

The small dispute between John and his wife was interrupted by Michael entering the betting shop. He had a grin on his face. Others noticed that there was something dodgy about him lately.

"Morning everyone." Michael's enthusiastic voice said. He didn't sense the tense atmosphere.

Tommy raised an eyebrow. "What's up with you, eh?"

Michael chuckled and shook his head. "What do you mean?" Looking at everyone's faces, he finally noticed something's off. "What's up with you lot?"

"The Lovells stole a horse from Tommy's stable." Polly told him.

The taut atmosphere was ripped to shreds by laughter coming from Finn and Isaiah. At first, they were whispering to each other, but eventually they couldn't keep quiet.

Everyone's eyes were turned to the two youngest peaky blinders. They couldn't understand what's so funny about that situation.

"What're you two laughing at?" Polly asked.

The boys tried to put on straight, serious faces. They gave each other a look, deciding which one should do the explaining.

"It's just amusing," Finn was the one to speak, "how you are all so caught up with that little war between us and the Lovells, while Michael just sneaks out to shag Y/n from time to time."

Now all heads turned to Michael as he shot Finn a death stare. He didn't know anyone knew about his small affair with Y/d/n Lovell's daughter. It was supposed to be a secret, because otherwise some people could get hurt. Some people, including Michael himself.

" Y/n Lovell? Is that true?" Polly asked.

The question was targeted at Michael, but he didn't manage to say anything before Isaiah spoke.

"We're pretty sure he was so jolly when he walked in there, because he had just seen her."

A loud sigh escaped Tommy's mouth. "Michael, you know what our situation currently looks like. Why are you so irresponsible?"

"We started seeing each other before all this happened." Michael defended himself calmly.

"Seeing each other." Polly's quiet scoff sounded in the room as she lit up a cigarette.

"You have to stop it." Tommy continued. "We don't know her intentions, she might want to use you to investigate the whole company."

"We love each other!" Michael's eyes were looking at Thomas furiously, as if he really meant what he had just said.

"Love!" Polly emphasized dramatically. Her free hand found its way to her head to rub the temples.

"Call it whatever you want, Michael, but you're going to tell that girl that it has come to an end. As soon as possible."

"Y/n has no interest in your stupid conflict and neither do I. I won't end things with her."

"We'll make sure you do end it. But this way the ending won't be so pleasant."

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"They are so going to regret staring this war," Y/d/n chuckled as he took a sip of whiskey from his glass.

"Are we going to return it someday?" His business partner asked.

Both men were sitting in the Lovells' living room.

"Return? Are you out of your mind, Will? We are not going to return it!"

"Horses are living beings, they have emotions, they get attached to their owners..."

"That doesn't matter! That horse is now ours. It is now mine. Thomas Shelby shouldn't have started this conflict."

Y/n returned back home from a meeting with Michael exactly in time to hear the end of her father's conversation.

"What horse?" She asked. "And what does Thomas Shelby have to do with it?"

"We stole his horse. Silly threats have come to an end, now we're getting serious. If that doesn't help, we'll become handsy with his people," the man pulled out a dagger and started fidgeting with it.

"This is wrong. We came here a few months ago and the Shelbys basically run Birmingham, you should accept that."

"Are you telling me to give up? That would be an embarrassment to our family, Y/n!"

"This whole conflict is an embarrassment! You stole a man's horse to show him what exactly? It's like shooting someone in the back of his head! You were a soldier, should know what dignity is."

"Don't talk to your father about dignity," Will interrupted unnecessarily, "especially when you fraternize with the enemy."

Y/d/n looked at his business partner and then back at his daughter, who had confusion written on her face. She wondered, how and when Will found out.

Nobody was supposed to know. Y/n and Michael were always making sure nobody's following them.

"Fraternize with the enemy?" Y/d/n questioned, his nostrils flaring. "What is he talking about?"

Y/n panicked, she began stuttering and gesturing pointlessly. She wasn't prepared for this. Neither she nor Michael have ever thought of making up a spare, fake explanation in case something like this happened. And the girl wasn't very good at making up lies in seconds.

Noticing how Y/n couldn't find any words, William continued. "She's been seen with Michael Gray, a cousin to the Shelbys, Polly Gray's son."

"Were you spying on me?!" Y/n barked at Will. She never liked him and now she at least had a reason to yell at him.

"So you had been seen with that boy, you're not denying it." Y/d/n said.

"Yes, I'm not denying, because it's true. I love him and he loves me."

"Love? Please, what can you know about love? He is an enemy, you have to stop this!"

"The only thing that should be stopped is your stupid war! I will not be a part of this!"

Y/d/n squeezed his glass so hard that it broke in his hand. "Bloody hell," he cussed, "go to your room and don't even dare talking to me again without changing your mind!"

Y/n ran to her room on the same floor - the ground floor, her footsteps barely audible. It was a great skill of her - walking without making a sound.

The girl sat on her bed until late evening. She didn't cry, it wasn't a good reason to waste tears for. Instead, Y/n was making up a plan. A plan that would let her keep seeing Michael while her father thinks they are done.

Y/n's thoughts were interrupted by an interesting sound. Almost as if someone was knocking on her window. At first, she felt disturbed by the sound. Remembering a few books she read - this was never a good thing.

But Y/n immediately calmed down, when she saw Michael on the other side of the window.

Y/n opened the window. "What are you doing here?" She shouted in a whisper, not hiding her astonishment.

"My family found out about us," Michael informed, "they told me to break up with you."

"I was told the same. I don't wanna break up with you, we have to think of something."

"Come with me," the boy offered his hand to his girlfriend.

Y/n was hesitant. There was a voice at the back of her head saying it's a bad idea. "Where? We have nowhere to go, we have no money."

"I have some money! And a gun. I'm bad at shooting, but I'll figure it out. So, are you going?"

Y/n heard sudden footsteps. Fortunately, it was just someone walking by her door, not entering her room. She looked back at her boyfriend and took his hand, so that he could help her walk out of the window.

It was dark outside, the only source of light were lonely street lamps, many feet away from one another. Although, he lovers were still barely visible, because the light was dim.

"Where are we headed?" Y/n asked, lightly swaying her arm intertwined with Michael's arm by their hands.

"To the train station."

"And then...?"

"To the countryside."

In the morning the couple reached their destination, Michael took his girlfriend to the same village he grew up in. Of course, Y/n had no idea he was taken away from his birth mother as a young kid and Michael didn't feel like mentioning this. He just had to make sure they won't stumble across the family that adopted him.

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"Michael is gone," Polly bursted into her nephew's flat, "Tommy, Michael is gone!"

The man had just woken up, it was a very early hour. He didn't expect such sudden visit from his aunt.

"How is he gone?" Tommy asked, his voice even deeper than usual. He decided to lit up a cigarette in the order to wake himself up quicker.

"He wasn't home for the night. It is your fault! First the Lovells stole your horse and now they took my son!" The woman was furious. If it was anyone else than a member of her family, she wouldn't hesitate to cut his throat or put a bullet in his head.

Polly thought they took Michael when he went to tell Y/n this is the end of their relationship. The girl's father could have seen him and hurt him. In the worst case, Michael could be even dead. But Polly didn't want to give up at the beginning. No Shelby would ever do such thing.

And so, a sudden family meeting was called. Every Shelby gathered in The Garrison. Polly told everyone that Michael didn't come home for the night and Tommy proposed a plan. The idea was to locate where Michael could be, if alive, and then just break him out. Maybe they would even manage to get back the stolen horse as well.

Unfortunately (or rather fortunately, because it made them sure Michael is alive), the plan was greatly changed by an unexpected visit. The door of The Garrison opened, revealing Y/d/n Lovell.

"Where is my daughter?!" He yelled, looking around the pub. "How dare you kidnap her?!"

"Oi, no snooping around!" Tommy reminded the man that he can't just walk into a place and start searching it. He wasn't a policeman or anyone of that kind. "Did your daughter disappear?"

"Don't act like you know nothing about this! I know you sent someone to kidnap her. You broke into my house through a window in her room and took her!"

Then it clicked in Tommy's head. It clicked in everyone's heads. Maybe even in Y/d/n's head, but he didn't want it to be true.

"Mr Lovell, I'm afraid it wasn't an abduction," Tommy explained, "our Michael disappeared as well."

"What do you say then, Mr Shelby?" The man knew exactly what his rival meant, but hoped that wouldn't be it.

Arthur stood up. "The lovebirds ran away together."

"Exactly." Tommy agreed. "And we have to work together if we want to see them again in this lifetime."

"Don't be so dramatic, Tommy," Finn chimed in with a chuckle, "how far could they go?"

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Not so far, at least for now. It was the beginning of summer, so as long as the weather wasn't that bad for England, the lovers wanted to stay on the countryside. They would think of another place in the future.

For now, there wasn't a single worry in their minds. There in the countryside they could be themselves and do whatever they wanted.

Michael spotted a small barn he recognized. It had been abandoned for a few years before Tommy came to him and nothing seemed to change. It was a perfect temporary home.

On the day they arrived here, they decided to be lazy. There weren't any urgent things to take care of. In the evening they lit up a small fire nearby the barn and sat down by it.

"Do you really think it was a good idea to set up a fire by a wooden building?" Y/n asked, leaning her head on Michael's shoulder.

"I took all precautions," the boy assured, "I made more bonfires than you can imagine and none ended badly."

Y/n chuckled. "I see, you're an expert."

The couple sat by the fire in a comfortable silence, they didn't wanna talk for a while. Y/n straightened out her legs and as she did that, Michael's hand quickly found its way to her thigh.

Y/n felt goosebumps forming on her skin despite the heat the fire was producing. She turned her head a bit in the other to place her lips on Michael's neck. Y/n started pecking his skin, moving up to his jaw, then along the jawline to eventually end up connecting his lips with hers in a kiss.

Without breaking the kiss, Michael ran his hands to Y/n's waist and helped her straddle him. Then he felt his girlfriend's hands creep up his neck to eventually dive in his short hair, pulling it lightly. That small movement was enough to make him release a throaty moan.

Y/n pulled away for a moment. "Do you wanna take it inside?"

The couple walked into the barn and then up to the hayloft. There was still some hay left, which made them feel more comfortable, more cosy. It was a good replacement for a bed.

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"Michael!"

"Y/n!"

"I'll check the barn, you search the surroundings!"

Y/n slowly opened her eyes, the shouting outside woke her up. She was lying down, her head on Michael's naked chest that was calmly moving up and down as he still slept. That lad was a heavy sleeper.

The girl sat up and stretched her arms. Then, she quietly walked to the hole in the barn's wooden wall that was supposed to be a window. Looking outside, she noticed Thomas Shelby walking their direction.

"Michael," Y/n whispered, lightly shaking her boyfriend to wake him up, "Michael, wake up. They have come for us."

"What? Who?" Michael asked confusedly, his mind only half awake.

"Well, I saw Tommy, but-"

"Tommy? What the hell is he doing here?"

"Looking for us. We have to-"

The girl suddenly stopped talking and put a finger up in a sign for Michael to stay quiet as well.

One of Tommy's first ideas was to search for to runaways in the countryside. After all, that's where Michael grew up, he knew this place well and felt safe there. Too safe, that's why he could have wanted to hide here.

When Tommy noticed the freshly extinguished bonfire nearby the abandoned barn, he figured they might be hiding there.

In the silence, Y/n and Michael heard the ladder that led to the hayloft creaking. The girl mindlessly grabbed the gun that Michael mentioned on the previous day. Or a day before that.

"What the fuck are you gonna do with that?" The boy asked, trying to rip the gun form his girlfriend's hand. "Don't shoot him!"

"Relax, I'm just gonna scare him off!"

"I don't think Tommy Shelby is a person you could scare with a gun," he paused, "I don't think he is a person to get scared in general."

"Good day, lovebirds." Tommy said sarcastically, his head peaking into the hayloft.

Y/n set down the gun.

"Hello, Tommy." Michael replied, putting his shirt on.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same question."

"Your mother is worried sick, Michael. You've had your fun, it's time to go back home. Y/n, your father is here. He's been worried as well."

"Tommy, we're not coming back."

"Sure, come down and we'll talk about this," he stepped down the ladder.

The couple looked at each other. Whether they wanted it or not, they had to come down, Tommy didn't give them a choice. But they knew he will try anything to talk them into coming home and even breaking up. That meant they had to fight.

When the lovers got down from the hayloft, they saw four men in front of them - Y/d/n and three out of four Shelby brothers.

Y/n had guilt displayed on her face, while Michael didn't show a single emotion. He looked each man in the eyes, stopping on his girlfriend's father.

"We are not sorry," the boy spoke, "we love each other and won't let your stupid conflict ruin what we have."

"How dare you-" the oldest man reached to his gun.

"At ease, Mr Lovell, at ease," Tommy stopped him, then turned to the boy. "Michael, care to explain? Or Y/n?"

It was a rhetorical question, Tommy wasn't asking. He gave an order. And he expected the order to be done.

"What else do you expect us to say?" Y/n snapped. "We're in love and that's it. Have you ever been in love, Thomas? Have any of you ever been in love? If yes, you would have known it's not a choice. It's a feeling you can't control or get rid of."

Then Tommy understood it. His mind wandered to the time he met Grace, to the time he started falling for her. Y/n was damn right, love is a feeling that cannot be controlled, predicted or prevented.

Arthur cleared his throat. "Gentlemen, I think she might be right."

Y/n crossed her arms on her torso and sent a triumphant look to her father. "Nothing can do us apart. Just think about it, our relationship is a great reason to stop this war. Kind of like Romeo and Juliet, but without anyone dying!"

"We can't forget about our past that easily," the father looked spitefully at Tommy.

"Not forget, but forgive."

"Let bygones be bygones." Michael added, taking Y/n's hand in his.

They were right. It was the time to end the ridiculous conflict. Maybe Y/n and Michael's relationship could even give a beginning to an alliance between the Lovells and the Shelbys.

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[toms-cherry-trees]

A Piece Of Me || Michael Gray Flashback

Summary: Not every search ends in a gain

Word Count: 2062

Warnings: Violence, mentions of canon death, implied past child abuse and possible PTSD, you know the drill

Author’s note: I have no justification for this one. Enjoy!

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The car jolted gently every time the wheels hit a bump on the road, causing the passengers in the back seat to rock rather abruptly from side to side. Charlie kept dozing off in Michael’s lap, unable to fully fall asleep with the noise from the engine and the perpetual bumping. Or perhaps he felt uncomfortable with the vice tight grip his uncle kept around his little body, as if he feared the little child would slip again at the smallest chance.

Or perhaps it was Michael who needed someone to hold onto.

The events kept replaying over and over again in his mind. Not those of the last 2 hours, but in fact the last 17 years. Every single thing he had been through since he was ripped from his mother and placed in foster care, with the so-called “holy fathers”. Holy my ass, he thought to himself, his arms tightening a bit more around Charlie. They shielded behind their white cassocks and golden crosses, bathed in their feigned purity, when they were as rotten and dirty as the worst ones the world had to offer. Michael wasn’t sure there was a God up there, because no God would stand his envoys behaving the way these men did. 

He entered the parish house, but never left it. The boy who walked out of the orphanage, hand in hand with Mrs. Johnson was not him. Not quite. He had something missing. Something deep and meaningful he had brought with him when the parish took him, but had been lost along the way, bit by bit, every time he saw a child who was not himself leaving with a new family, and every time Father Hughes summoned him to his office for confession, every Monday before bedtime. A little something he had been searching for ever since. 

He could not recall what life had been before. He didn’t have any memories prior to his life as Henry Johnson. They had indoctrinated him until he didn’t know who he was anymore. 

And he could not recall a single moment in his life in which he didn’t feel angry. 

Even in times he truly felt joyous, like sharing with his classmates in the schoolhouse’s little yard, or kicking the ball with his little brother under the scorching summer sun; picking fruits in the orchard with his adoptive mother until the skin in his palms cracked, all of those memories were obscured by the shadow of resentment. Seemingly unjustified, focused on nothing and no one in particular. Just a never ending, seething fury against the world. 

How many hours he spent sat in the meadow, his gaze fixed in the wishing well with the white bricks. Surrounded by little colourful flowers, buzzing with life in the summer, and withstanding the elements in winter. His “mom” used to tell his little brother that fairies lived in the flowers, and the buds closed down in the winter so they could take shelter from the rain. Michael felt like snorting when she repeated that story, every single day when they passed the well on the way home. He wanted to go up and stomp on the dainty little flowers until only roots remained, and then rip the roots off the earth with his bare hands, and spread them all over the bright grass for everyone to see. And then he’d load up the pretty little well with explosives, just like his father had told him they did in the western front, and blow it up to smithereens. He’d probably get blown up too, but it would be worth it just to see it gone.

But Michael never destroyed the flowers, nor did he try to damage the wishing well. Because the only thing he wanted more in this life than ruining that pretty meadow was fitting in. He wanted to belong, fit in, just a regular teenager in a regular world. And for the sake of it, he kept it all inside. All his rage, his resentment, his eternal thirst for revenge, all carefully stored within the depths of himself; far from reach, where no one would ever be able to find it. Buried between the shadow and the soul, where it would hopefully one day wither and die, and he’d finally be able to fit in. 

But destiny had handed him an opportunity. A new family, although it didn’t exactly count as new. They were his family, the one he had been unjustly taken from; the one where he truly belonged. Where he didn’t have to change himself to fit in; he didn’t need to struggle to find a place. What had Tommy said to him? “You are Polly’s son alright” And he had just proven it, twice in one day. He may carry the Gray surname, but he was a proper Shelby now.

The gun had felt natural in his grip, an extension of his own arm, just like they told him that night in Arrow House, when John and Arthur filled him with liquor and thrusted a pistol in his hand. He felt all the boundaries built over the years melt away in a wave of whiskey and testosterone. All that pent up rage, bubbling from the bottom of his soul like a shaken up champagne bottle, ready to pop the cork and spill out. He had tethered so close to the edge that night, so fucking close, he had tasted it. They drove him to madness, and he had played along. He could have let loose and released the beast, but fate and his nosy mother had stopped him last second. But who knew, perhaps it had been better that way. He had saved his first time for something bigger. 

But that first shot had been nothing. Just a blur, and act without thought, something which entered his brain and immediately slipped away. All he could remember was a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He didn’t even see the face of that man; he didn’t know his name. All he saw were a pair of large hands holding Tommy’s collar, and then a hole right through the skull. He didn’t falter, didn’t stutter and didn’t miss. As if he had been meant to hold onto that gun all along. As if he had been meant to kill someone. 

The real deal came later on.

When he left the parish home, he never expected to encounter any of them again. Not any of the orphans…nor any of the fathers. When he laid eyes again on Father Hughes, an icy coldness spread down his body. His muscles tensed and his pulse picked up; he walked on the tips of his toes, ready to sprint into a run at the slightest hint of danger. Fly or fight mode, acquired over long nights where the boys took turns guarding the door at night, perking up their ears in anticipation of steps going up their stairs. They had learned to distinguish between the low heels of the sisters and the polished shoes of the fathers, and could tell the priests apart by the sound of their gait and the smell of their clothes. He could recall Hughes smelled of cheap cigarettes and dampness. 

He could still remember the crack. A crack in the wall behind Father Hughes’ desk, right in middle, almost reaching the roof. It was shaped like a spiderweb. When Michael stared long enough, he could imagine a big spider, with long legs and a big red splotch on its back, crawling out of it, its pincers clicking and its beady black eyes fixated on him. The idea of something coming out of that crack terrified him, but he still stared. Because he didn’t want to look the priest in the eye. Because he wanted the big black spider to come down and eat him whole. 

But he had no crack to stare now to distract his mind, nor any hopes that a magical creature would aid him in his cause. Just his gun, the life of his nephew on the line and an unclenched thirst for revenge. 

He could have shot, point blank, the moment he set foot through the door. He had him, right in his line of vision, no obstacles in the way. The gun uncocked, the bullet in the chamber. But he couldn’t. Because he wanted Hughes to know it had been him. He wanted to stare at him, right in the eye, in the same way he was forced to do while he “took confession”, while the bullet went through his brains. He wanted Hughes to know he had come back,  like the ghost from Christmas Past, to claim what had been taken from him.

But even there, with the upper hand, with the surprise factor, the barrel of his gun shoved right into Hughes’ eye, he couldn’t help but shiver. His own body betrayed him, his palms sweating and his heartbeat quickening. His mouth dried up like sandpaper. And for a moment, for a split, fateful moment, he was once more little Michael, aged just five years old, sitting in front of a big desk, his feet dangling from the chair, while a grave looking priest told him that he had been given up by his mother for being a bad boy, but that they would help him atone for his sins. The priest had placed a big, coarse hand in the back of his head and given him a piece of candy, whispering that he would take good care of him. 

Just for a moment, his determination faltered. Fear had overpowered his determination. And in that brief hesitation, he had lost his upper hand. Hughes had beaten him and trashed him around, and now he had him on a table, his hands tightly wrapped around Michael’s throat. He could see black spots dancing on the edge of his vision. The images in front of him blurred and he seemed to be slipping away…

And then the splash.

Michael couldn’t even recall putting a knife in his pocket. He didn’t know why, or how he got it. But he felt so thankful at the moment. Yes he had brought a knife to a gun fight and not he did not care it was honourable. He wasn’t honourable. He was a gangster through and through. And the satisfaction he felt, pushing that blade through the priest’s neck, couldn’t be compared to anything in this world. He felt again that coursing of adrenaline through his veins, stronger than any drug they could offer him. It got to his head and warmed him from the inside out. His pupils dilated and his cheeks flushed. He could breathe easier, a heavy weight finally being lifted from his shoulders. He stood on top of the world.

But like all highs, afterwards came the drop.

He had not noticed the car halting to a stop, nor the driver opening up the door for him. He moved like his body did not belong to him; like a puppet, with an unknown puppeteer. Charlie had calmed down, clinging to his uncle’s shirt with his head propped on his shoulder. 

Somehow, Michael had found during the journey the integrity of mind to wipe his face, but that only left a dried red smear across his cheek, with dark specks dotting his skin and the collar of his shirt. 

When he crossed the threshold of Shelby Company Limited, in less than a heartbeat he had two crying women on him, prying Charlie away and making the boy cry too. He stood there, a dumbfounded grin tugging at his lips as his mother finally locked eyes with him. Their shared glance made up for unneeded words. She knew. She knew he had taken a step that could never be undone, one she had hoped and prayed he would never do. Something she didn’t believe her darling son was capable of. Her fingers caressed his face, and Michael only smiled, and walked away, his grin never faltering as he moved past Polly.

He may have gotten back what the holy fathers took from him. What he spent his whole life searching for. But he had lost something else, and that one, he’d never get it back. No matter where he went, nor what he did. That piece of him was forever lost.

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[spinjitsuburst]

ninjago fic recommendations because i have so many Thoughts about them

gonna share some of my favorite ninjago fics bc they're so so so good and i want people to talk about them with me

Land of the Living by @captainbrookeworm - An evil scientist bent on using Lloyd's powers to resurrect his enemies chooses a poor one to start with - with Morro back alive he has to help Lloyd escape the facility, find a way to stop the bad guy, and keep the rest of the ninja from throttling him as everyone learns to adjust (pretty sure this has a sequel that i still need to read)

when you think you're all alone by @mondothebombo - A fic about a deeper look into what things were like for Jay aboard Misfortune's Keep. Lots of hurt, lots of comfort, lots of Jay needing therapy (TW: this fic contains depictions of torture and discussion of sexual assault so please be careful!) (also i've drawn fanart for this fic huehue)

The Ice Emperor and the Earth Dragon by @mcfanely - In the events of Secrets of the Forbidden Spinjitzu, things are changed when Cole gets zapped to the Neverrealm alongside Zane. With two ninja trapped instead of one, we get a different look at how the Ice Emperor comes to be, and just how far Cole is willing to go to protect his brother (this fic broke my brain ngl)

Current Hunger by @thoriffix - After a mission gone wrong, Jay's behavior begins getting more and more unstable. Dangerous. He's hearing whispers in his head, things that aren't there, and the ninja are noticing. Little do they know the danger is much bigger than anything anyone could've imagined (TW: a lot of psychological and body horror)

Play to Win by @sadisthetic - A Skybound one-shot. After getting captured on Misfortune's Keep, Cole didn't expect to be thrown into combat, much less against Jay. A one-shot about Jay and Cole and the worst round of Scrap N' Tap imaginable (tw: violence duh)

Visionary by @k1ngtok1 - A fic about Lloyd, getting an innermost look at the history of the people he cares about most

Would You Like to Enter Prime Empire? by @finn-m-corvex - A fic where Prime Empire carries out somewhat differently, with the ninja separated from Jay and having to work with him from the outside of Prime Empire

There's a Smell of Stale Fear by @spinchip - A one-shot about Jay tending to Zane in the aftermath of a traumatic event. A lot of reflection on Zane and what he's been through. (TW dark themes)

To rise after the fall by @k1ngtok1 - A series of fics centering around Cole and his realization that he has oni heritage. It's so cute and good and yes please read this series i am Begging you

Would You Like to Enter Stardust? by @aureallegories - Something goes wrong when Jay enters Prime Empire. Becoming a corrupted code in the game, Jay forgets the ninja entirely and becomes one of the hardest bosses in all of Prime Empire (i've drawn fanart for this fic too huehue)

Masking and Unmasking by HelloThere3306 - A one-shot set in the movieverse, all the ninjas identities are a secret until Lloyd's gets revealed to the group by accident. The ninja have to set aside their biases to get their green leader back.

#WHY ARE NINJAGO FICS SO GOOD #anyways hi authors y'all are all so cool #ninjago #lego ninjago #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #spinjitsu screams #ao3 #spinjitsu reads

[mondothebombo]

First off, big fan of your writing! It's absolutely amazing and epic and I cannot tell you how much I enjoy it!!

As for the question, do you have any fave ninjago fanfics ? Currently, or y'know all time favorite? Whether it be skybound or any other! Would love to know

Have a great day!! Can't wait to see more from you (but take your time dw /pos)

i am unacceptably late to responding to this i am so sorry anon. but thank you!!! that’s such a big complement and i’m genuinely thankful for you!!!

as for this list, i started making this and i kept finding more asfghjkl, but here we go (listed in no particular order) (and i apologize i’m on mobile so i can’t imbed links)

DISCLAIMER:

i cannot put every fic i love on here or the list would be ridiculously long so you can go check out my bookmarks on my Ao3 at MondotheBombo to see all my favs!!!

also sorry moots for tagging you

Mondo’s fic recs!!!

absolutely EVERYTHING that @weekend-whip writes is astounding but this one is a personal favorite of mine. it’s a beautiful character study about wu and his relationship w his kids

also any works by @finn-m-corvex are nothing short of masterpiece tbh

ALSO anything by HarpForHim on Ao3 but ^ two of my favs. the one shot about jay having skybound ptsd and cole being ther for him, the second is jay almost drowns but cole is still there

nya and lloyd have a chat about death that made me sob violently

this one’s a heartfelt one shot abt ed and edna and jay and the the whole adoption debacle

@writing-hat i’m sorry but i had to put this in there. MAJOR TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR SA AND OTHER GRUESOME STUFF but it’s such a good story and has a great exploration of jays powers

this one’s a toughy and it’s a bit long but it’s SO WORTH IT TRUST ME

just zane learning to love cooking again after the never realm🥲

THIS THIS THIS @destinysbounty is quite honestly the BEST exploration of the ninjas trauma and coping skills and i read it at least twice a week PLEASE GO READ IT

#ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #mondo’s favs #fic recs #mondo’s metas

[ttylfedora]

April Fools with the Lions: Best Bits

Omg. Hello? It’s so nice to be back! In honour of April Fools and the discord having a bit of fun with it, I bring you… April Fools with the Lions: Best bits!

All characters belong to @lumosinlove. Happy April Fools!!

Logan rubbed his eyes, waking up fully. Leo curled into his neck at the movement. He looked over to find Finn’s side completely empty. Leo stirred once again and looked up at Logan with a sleepy smile.

Logan squinted at Leo, wondering if he was seeing things.

“Leo, why do you have lion face paint on?” Leo’s face was fully painted, as though he had been to Katie’s birthday party and had been forced to sit down and have his face painted during it.

“Why do you look like a zebra?” Leo asked, just as confused as Logan.

Logan grabbed his phone off of the nightstand and opened up his camera. Sure enough, an intricately painted zebra looked back at him.

He messaged Finn, asking if he woke up the same.

All that was sent back was a smile emoji sent by Siri.

-

“You’re going to walk into the rink like that?” Nat asked Kasey, who was sporting a dolphin and a rainbow across the side of his face.

“I need to find Finn before Finn finds me.” Kasey called back. “I know Alex didn’t do this on his own. He has about as much artistic talent as I do in my little toe.”

Kasey and Nat never did find Finn before practice. They did, however, find a Lion stood dead centre of the locker room looking at the Goalies TPed stalls.

“If this was you, you need to do better next year.” Kasey laughed, clapping Leo on the shoulder. Leo laughed.

“No no no. This was Cole and Layla. They were round the corner watching me come in here thinking I didn’t see them.

“Time to recruit Nat, I think,” Kasey whispered to Leo and pulled out his phone.

-

“Layla I have no clue what to do. I can’t go out on the ice like this. I thought I was being nice by just TPing Kasey’s stall!”

Layla only covered her mouth to suppress a chuckle, watching Cole panic over his now upside down name and number on his jersey.

“All is fair in love and war, Rookie!” Kasey howled through the door, Nat howling after him.

-

Pascal let out a frustrated groan. Some the start of practice, not a single one of his shot found the back of the net. Timmy let out a similar sigh, taking his helmet off and wiping the perspiration off his head.

“It’s playoff season! We can’t be doing this,” he gridded out. He watched Finn line up a perfect shot, only to miss as well. Looking over to Coach Weasley, he wondered why he wasn’t angrier. He looked amused, even.

Pascal looked down at his hockey stick. Something felt… off. He held it out in front of him, Timmy and Kuny doing the same.

“It feels small.” Evgeni stated.

Pascal looked up at the rest of the team to find the Triple Threat of April Fools, Remus, Sirius and James, grinning back at them.

“You know, when I locked Remus and Sirius in my basement, I did not expect to be paid back like this.”

-

“Luke! Luke!”

Luke ran into the bathroom, only to burst out laughing upon finding Saint with bright red hair.

“Was this you?” Saint’s face like thunder, he pointed to his bright red hair. Luke fought to keep a straight face and shook his head.

“I promise it wasn’t. Now hurry up, I need to shower as well.”

Two hours later, Saint and Luke rocked up to practice, looking like Rangers biggest fans sporting bright red and bright blue hair. Logan was unable to make a shot that practice, for he was laughing so hard at the coloured sweat dripping down both their necks. He snapped a pic for Leo, his only partner in fools it would seem…

-

Remus and Sirius made a habit of turning up to practice early. Maybe it was the quiet before the storm, maybe it was the control of having the rink to themselves. One thing they did know, however, was that they liked the rink before anyone started playing the practice session joint playlist. ‘Game Day Vibes’ they called it. A playlist comprising of songs from everyone’s repertoire.

Once the rink was full, Coach allowed the playlist to be put on. Except all that rang through the rink was… a nursery rhyme?

Remus looked over at Finn who was in charge of the playlist. He pressed skip. Finn looked up in confusion as a musical rendition of ‘incy wincy spider’ played out.

“Who, in the ever loving fuck put this in the playlist?” Jackson called out, skating round next to Finn as he frantically scrolled through the playlist. “It’s just nursery rhymes…”

James was doubled over in the far corner, something akin to ‘don’t diss my son’s music taste’ coming out in amongst gasps of laughter.

James had his playlist privileges revoked for 6 weeks.

-

“So we did the ducks last year, what are we doing to Remus and Sirius this year, Dumo?” Julian asked, placing his cereal bowl in the dishwasher.

Pascal thought on it, scratching his head.

Katie bounded in with multiple chain links in Rangers colours.

“Look what I made for Logan, Papa!” She held them up with a big toothy smile. Well, almost toothy. She had a visit from the tooth fairy the previous night.

Jules’ eyes widened and looked over at Pascal, who responded with his own fully toothy grin.

“Go get your brothers and sister, Katie. We have work to do.”

Remus and Sirius returned from practice to find their entire front room decked out in Rangers merch, chain links hanging from each light and across the ceiling.

“I swear as soon as Logan and I meet on the ice again…” Sirius looked over at Remus, “it’s war.”

Remus chuckled and pulled out his phone to find a message from Dumo.

‘Thanks for the key, it’s under the flower pot’

-

Everyone was gathered in Sid’s for their monthly get together. Some of the Rangers had made the trip down as well. Thomas was sat at the bar, his arm hooked loosely around Noelle’s waist.

“So no one managed to get either of the brothers?” She whispered in his ear.

Thomas smiled back at her, eyes softened as he moved a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Not yet. Did you manage to get the video?”

Noelle pulled her phone out of her bag and showed it to Thomas.

“It’s hilarious, T. Me and Nat were in stitches.” Thomas smiled slyly, placed a kiss on Noelle’s forehead, and walked up the the little make shift entertainment stage.

“Can I please have everyone’s attention!” He called out, arms wide. Mutters of ‘speech!’ were called out across the bar, paired with smattering’s of applause.

“Now with the close of another successful year of April Fools, we have this years standings. At the bottom, with the most unoriginal prank I think any of us have ever seen, we have Cole and Layla, who took it upon themselves to TP Knutty and Blizz’s goals.”

A round of ‘boo’s’ swept across the bar.

“Yes, yes, thank you. Do better next year” Cole and Layla had their heads in their hands looking mortified.

“Before I reveal the winner, I have one last thing I would like to do. Who here has been personally victimised by a certain pair of red-headed brothers this year?” Hands went up, Logan the Zebra’s face like thunder as people turned around to chuckle at him.

“Yes, now. I set Christmas on a task a week ago. Big love, Noelle,” he held a glass up to her and winked. “A little birdy once told us that our very own Alexander and Finnigan have their own pregame ritual they started when they were kids. Their mom and dad were more than happy to share this video with us-“

“No no no- please Walker I’m begging you,” Finn called out, laughter clinging onto his every word. Alex’s jaw was on the floor.

“If you’d please turn your attention to the screen.”

An old video played. A young Alex was instructing their parent to sit on the couch whilst Finn was in the background rewinding the tv to the perfect moment. The pair did an almost perfect rendition of the handshake from the parent trap.

Thomas looked back at Finn and Alex who were doubled over in laughter.

#lumosinlove #leo knut #o’knutzy #logan tremblay #finn o'hara #Alex O’Hara #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #pascal dumais #kasey winter #sweater weather lumosinlove #vaincre lumosinlove #coast to coast lumosinlove

[finn-m-corvex]

Whumptober Day 19: Floral Bouquet

Day 19! This one is a continuation from Day 18, and honestly it's kinda more fluffy than whumpy because it's hard to do whump with a 'floral bouquet' without straight up shoving someone into a rosebush SO! Finn got creative, as I tend to do. Still had fun with this one though!

Taglist: @splinnters @abigailxoxo @tornoleander @mondothebombo @ghostwalloper @toastingpencils37 @lightning-chicken

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“I feel awful,” Nya said, sitting at the lunch table with her food in front of her, uneaten and going cold. The others were shooting her concerned looks over their own food, not paying attention to the empty spot next to Cole where Jay would’ve sat. Jay’s mom had picked him up only a little bit after Nya called her, and she walked him down to the curb and watched them drive off with a pit in her stomach.

Cole looked up from where he was eating his sandwich. “It wasn’t your fault. How were you supposed to know that the kid was carrying a bat? What were you supposed to do?”

“I knew that he was anxious,” Nya said, “and I shouldn’t have walked off with just him. Maybe there was something I could’ve said, or—”

“If it is any consolation,” Zane spoke up, putting down his fork, “I agree with Cole. There was nothing you could do. You were taken by surprise, and could not have known how the other party would react. Jay didn’t even realize you were being followed until you were too far away to come back and get us.”

None of that made Nya feel any better. Kai bumped shoulders with her on her other side, looking worried. “Hey, it’ll be okay. He’s fine, I’m sure he is.”

“He was bleeding!” Nya exclaimed.

Lloyd linked arms with her, finding her hand and squeezing. “It’s not the first time Jay’s been hurt, Nya. I’m sure he’s okay; he’s probably just resting at home, which is better for his anxiety anyway.”

“Anxiety that he wouldn’t have had if we had just said something to him,” Nya sighed. “We should’ve texted him as soon as we noticed that he wasn’t here. Maybe then he wouldn’t have been so nervous.”

“I hate to tell you, sis,” Kai said, “but I don’t think there’s much we can do for his anxiety. He’s always anxious, and there’s only so much we can do to accommodate it.”

For some reason, the comment rubbed her the wrong way, and Nya was surprised at the rush of protectiveness that shot through her. She knew that she needed to get out before she did something she regretted; Kai may not have been wrong, but it wasn’t fair to Jay either. “I need some air.”

They watched her go, and part of Nya felt saddened by the fact that no one tried to pull her back. Jay had talked to her before about how much it stung to be left to your own devices; your friends not giving you any sort of feedback to work with, leaving you to make your own decisions with biting indifference that only made him more nervous. She tried to give him as much feedback as she could, because she couldn’t imagine how hard it was to thrive in that kind of sensory-deprived environment.

If this was even a taste of how Jay felt whenever he was having a bad day, then she was going to try so much harder.

Luckily the outside of the school was pretty barren, as everyone was inside and eating their lunch or heading out to class, so Nya was enjoying her nice little stroll through the school gardens. It was an area that she hadn’t ever really explored before, mostly because they didn’t go outside (preferring to be close to their lockers in case Garmadon decided to attack), but maybe she should make an effort to come out here. Jay would’ve liked it, maybe he would walk with her sometime.

Jay definitely would.

The flowers were beautiful, just starting to bloom and show their true colors. Nya had never been a flower person, but Jay was, and she listened to more than one of his rants about different types of flowers and their meanings as he would show pictures of each individual one and explain what his favorite thing about them was. He looked so excited whenever he would start talking about them, and even now Nya could recognize a few of them: roses, of course, but also daisies and carnations and orchids and even some lilies across the way.

“I didn’t think you would be out here,” said a voice behind her, and she wheeled around with her fist ready to throw a punch. Cole caught her hand easily, raising his eyebrow at her tensed position.

She had already been jumped once today, he should’ve known better than to sneak up on her. “What are you doing here?”

“Finding you,” Cole said, almost in a bored tone, but Nya knew him well enough to detect the hint of worry in his voice. “The others were worried.”

“If you were so worried, then why didn’t you stop me?” Nya asked, putting her hand down and continuing to walk down the path. Cole followed behind her, keeping up easily with his hands in his pockets and his signature headphones being pulled down from around his ears.

“Because you needed the space, and I can respect that,” Cole said. “I wasn’t expecting you to come out to the garden though.”

“I was thinking about Jay,” Nya said, and she was surprised at how easily his name rolled off of her tongue. “He would love all the flowers.”

“He does love them,” Cole said, bending down to pick up a fallen rose petal from under one of the many bushes. “He likes to come out here and sketch them when he’s nervous.”

Nya never knew that, even after all of this time. “Really? Why didn’t he ever say anything?”

Cole sighed, letting the petal fall to the ground. “Jay is…complicated. He needs his space, but he needs people in his space or else he gets sad. But there has to be at least one space that he gets all to himself, because that’s his decompression spot.”

“And the garden is the decompression spot?”

“Yup,” Cole said, stopping at one of the benches. Nya wanted to keep walking, but she sat down next to him instead. “He’s a lot, but he’s worth it.”

They were quiet for a few minutes, and Nya was well-aware that they had missed the start of the next period, but Cole didn’t seem very bothered about it. She picked one of the daisies sprouting on the left side of the bench, twirling the stem around in her hand. “You’re really special to him, you know.”

And it was true. Cole and Jay were a pair that could never be separated; you never had one without the other. Nya thought at first that they had been blood brothers as she watched the way they acted with each other, and how protective they were. Looking at them, you wouldn’t think that Jay could be protective over Cole, but it was true. That was how Kai and Nya had first met them, trying to stop Jay from punching someone’s lights out because the person smashed Cole’s old headphones. Jay had come in the next day holding Cole’s repaired headphones, having stayed up all night to fix them, and that’s when Nya knew that the two’s relationship was something else. Special, just like Jay.

“You are, too,” Cole chuckled, tossing his leg up. “He likes you a lot, it’s honestly kinda cute.”

“Oh please,” Nya said, blushing. “I’m sure he falls for any pretty girl that looks his way.”

“He doesn’t,” Cole said, turning to face her with a serious expression. “Jay isn’t like that. If he’s wanting to spend more time with you and putting in the effort to get to know you, he’s sticking with you. Probably wants to get married.”

“Married?!”

Nya was a bit disgruntled when Cole laughed, messing up her hair and grinning at her pouting face when she tried to fix it. “Married. He’s a dreamer.”

“We haven’t even started dating!”

Cole raised an eyebrow. “Would you want to start dating?”

She…she wasn’t sure, actually. Nya had never considered it before, never really thought about Jay like that. But now that she was, she felt all of the butterflies start to come alive: she loved seeing him smile and hearing him talk, and spending time with him never felt like it was a bore or like she was wasting it. Hearing his compliments or even one of his dorky attempts at (poorly disguised) flirting made her heart squeeze with affection. The flirting was bad, but she appreciated the effort nonetheless. Not like she had ever really tried to flirt, so maybe it was harder than she thought.

“Oh shit,” Nya groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Have I been leading him on?”

“It’s only leading him on if you don’t actually have any intentions of dating,” Cole said, but Nya still felt the guilt start to bubble up to the surface. She couldn’t stop thinking about all of the signals that she missed, all the signs that she walked past without a second thought; Jay must’ve been so upset. How could she say that she was doing everything to try and make him happy and then do something like that?

Noticing her growing distress, Cole reached out to rub her arm, a gentle smile on his face. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re starting to get the same look that Jay does when he’s overthinking.”

“You must be so angry with me,” Nya said, leaning back against the bench. “I can’t imagine how much I must’ve hurt him by now.”

“I’m not angry,” Cole assured, and Nya tried to take comfort in his words. “Here, we’ll talk about something else. What happened before you guys got jumped?”

She had already given a very watered-down version of what happened to the others before now, but she supposed that she could give Cole a few more details. “I was telling him about math class, and he was offering to help tutor me which was great because I could really use the help, and he said he would do it as long as we would go out for milkshakes afterwards. He didn’t tell me the place but that’s not super important—”

“So he’s already asked you on a date.”

Nya’s brain short-circuited.

Oh First Master.

First Master she was so stupid.

“And by your reaction, I’m guessing you didn’t say yes.”

“I didn’t know!” But she should’ve known, should’ve thought about it a little more.

Sighing, Cole went to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I swear, between you and Kai and Jay I’m going to drown in your obliviousness. Come on, I’m going to help you fix it.”

Jay was miserable.

Sitting at home was boring, but there was nowhere else to go. The trip to urgent care had only taken around twenty minutes, where the doctor reassured his mom that he didn’t have a concussion and that he would just have to rest over the weekend so he would be good as new on Monday. But that also meant that his mom had confiscated all of his electronics and banished him from working on any of his and Pa’s projects, already knowing exactly how Jay would’ve kept himself busy.

Even though she technically wasn’t home so she would never know if he did some work or played video games for a bit, Jay didn’t have the heart to disobey his mom.

He had tried texting Cole to see if his best friend would have anything to keep him occupied, maybe even just have a conversation, but he only received short one word texts until Jay gave up on trying to text anymore. The idea of texting Nya floated around in his head but he quickly dismissed it; he had already made enough of a fool of himself today.

Now he was standing over his stove and a ruined batch of scrambled eggs that he had left cooking for too long; Jay didn’t even like scrambled eggs! That’s just how bored he was!

But now he had ruined a couple of perfectly good eggs when money was already low this month, and he was alone so there wasn’t anyone to reassure him that it was fine, and he already knew that Cole wouldn’t text back if Jay tried to say anything about it but he couldn’t text Nya or the others because if they didn’t want to see him this morning than why would they want to hear from him now—

“Dammit,” Jay whispered, hand going to his chest as he fought to get his breathing back under control. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Phone at his ear and ready to call his Pa, Jay jumped when there was a knock on the front door of their small house, and he waited like a deer in headlights for the person to go away.

He needed the person to go away.

“Jay! It’s me!”

Shit, it was Nya. He couldn’t just leave Nya out there, especially when she knew that he was home. Why couldn’t the urgent care visit have taken longer?!

Nya was probably so upset with him. She had finally figured out that he had fumbled his attempt at asking her out on a date, that he was stupid and that it was a stupid idea and that he was the worst person in the history of people to probably ever ask her on a date—

“Oh, hey Nya,” he greeted, as if the sound of her name didn’t make his head spin, “what are you doing here?”

It was the first time he had ever seen Nya Smith look nervous, shuffling her feet and hiding something behind her back. She was biting her lip, looking him up and down as if she was trying to see if something was there. Was she checking for injuries?

“I’m okay,” he said, taking the shot in the dark. Nya relaxed, and Jay silently patted himself on the back for guessing correctly.

Suddenly, something was thrust into his hands, and Jay looked down to see a messy bouquet of pink roses and various carnations, and his face grew hot when his brain finally kicked into gear and he remembered the meanings of the flowers. She remembered that he liked them.

Jay was silent as Nya started talking. “I-I know this is a little sudden, but Cole helped me get those together for you. I know they’re not perfect and they’re really basic and I probably got some of the colors wrong—”

“Nya,” he said, stopping her ramble. Was she always this cute when she rambled? “They’re perfect.”

“Perfect?”

“Anything you would give me is perfect.”

“Then in that case,” Nya gave him a shy smile that had his heart dripping with affection, “Jay Walker, would you go out with me?”

#ninjago #ninjago jay #finn's writing #ninjago nya #whumptober day 19 #whumptober 2023

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❝the garrison rat❞ CHP 10

CHAPTER TEN

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summary: torn apart by an unexpected loss, you find yourself unable to leave birmingham. you’re aware that people notice you drinking in the garrison every other night, you’re aware they call you nicknames, but you don’t care about any of it— at least, not until you start speaking to john shelby. he’s looking for a wife and you vowed to never love again, which makes things a bit complicated.

warnings: domestic fluff and the smuttiest chapter (i believe) yet, gunshot wounds, smoking, past cocaine addiction/attempts at sobriety

word count: 3k

tag list: @datewithgianni @1950schick @clementinesjourney @cbouvier23 @smailaway @cedricscoffin @buckysjuicyplums @belledawnidk @wandering-poetess @bobafett-tea

a/n: a motorcyclist at tim hortons parked in the spot next to my parking spot the other day (i was in the car waiting for my friend, who was inside) and when i looked up out of reflex he smiled at me and i got spooked because he looked DISTURBINGLY like john shelby/joe cole. now i have a headcanon that john would drive a motorcycle in a modern!peaky AU. that is all.

//////

Miraculously, Tommy Shelby was the first to speak.

“What?”

“Shot at the train station,” Freddie shouted at the top of his lungs, waving the Roman candle around like a madman. “He was shot at the train station - I didn’t see it, but they’re sayin’ it was your fuckin’ Irish barmaid who shot him, I don’t know what happened, but it’s a bullet in the leg!”

“My fuckin’ Irish barmaid?” Tommy started to say, somewhere between angry and incredulous, but John had suddenly appeared at the forefront of the crowd, interrupting him.

“Could that kill him?” he asked urgently.

“I dunno, but he’s at the hospital right now,” Freddie replied, and as all eyes were now on him, he lowered the Roman candle. “Just thought you oughta know - I think everyone needs to know, honestly, this is fuckin’ huge.”

“Freddie, where did you hear this?” Ada inserted sharply, hoisting a wailing Karl higher on her shoulder. “Were you at the Garrison?”

“I was, yeah,” he replied, nodding hurriedly, “And Grace wasn’t there, mind you.”

“That would be because she was supposed to be heading to London,” Tommy put in angrily, stomping on his cigarette. “I need to go.”

“We need to go,” John corrected, taking his toothpick out of his mouth and looking back at Arthur, who must’ve been further into the crowd. “The Peaky Blinders are gonna be the first people they think of, those bloody coppers are gonna be on our ass all over again.”

Incredulous, your cigarette still burning between your fingers, you glanced over your shoulder and shared a wordless look with Esme — can you believe this shit? — and called out, “So is the party still going on or not?”

Immediately you felt something tugging on the hem of your dress and looked down– one of John’s kids, the youngest boy, was looking up at you.

(You were honestly surprised he was able to stand.)

“I’m scared, mum,” he whispered, looking up at you with huge, blue, watery eyes. “Please, can we go home?”

“Esme, Y/N, Ada, you all need to go back to the Parlour,” Tommy said over him, pointing in the vague direction of the street. “And put the kids to bed, alright? The Blinders will regroup and try to find Grace.”

“Where did Polly go?” you said blankly, turning around. “I-”

Resigning yourself, you shared another wary look with Esme and pulled John’s boy close.

“You come with me, now. We need to find Katie and Finn,” you told him, hoping your voice sounded like you knew what was happening.

//////

You couldn’t stop shivering and shaking and sobbing.

“Please,” you whispered, keeping your arms tight around your legs as you tucked your face into your kneecaps, “Please…it’s so cold…”

Sam was awkwardly kneeling before you, holding the dripping shower head. He looked like he was in pain because he knew he was hurting you, but nonetheless, he was firm.

“I know honey, but we gotta break your fever. Can you stay strong for me?”

“It hurts,” you mumbled uselessly, refusing to look at him and watching freezing cold water droplets run down your bare legs instead. “It hurts so bad, please just make it stop.”

It had been four days without cocaine, and things were going horribly. Bloody chunks were flying out of your nose every time you sneezed, meaning your sinuses were fried, and you’d become so frail you couldn’t even do every day tasks by yourself anymore. Your body was akin to a withering corpse.

Just like Sam.

You woke up with a start, your heart pounding so hard and thunderous you wouldn’t be surprised if it burst out of your chest right then and there.

You’re safe, you automatically tried to reassure yourself, propping yourself up on your elbows to stare at the dark ceiling as you tried to calm your breathing.

You’re safe, you’re sober, and you need a drink.

Somehow, you didn’t quite trust your thoughts.

You bit your lip and looked over at John, breathing evenly and contentedly, his eyes softly shut, completely oblivious to it all.

He’d returned from the field at close to two in the morning, with no trustworthy news of what had happened to Inspector Campbell, or Grace, or if there were legions of coppers targeting the Blinders at all. The consummation to your marriage had been awkward and swift, like there was an elephant in the room, and he’d slipped off to sleep soon afterward.

Now he was lying here, his chest rising and falling softly.

You knew he’d been a soldier so it was probably hard for him to sleep peacefully, but still, you envied him. He looked so…young. Young and calm, and— well, you wouldn’t describe a hardened Peaky Blinder as innocent per se, but there was something sweet about him while he slept. You’d always known he was slightly younger than you, but until now, he didn’t look at it.

And to think the ladies had told so many stories about him at the Garrison…

You smirked to yourself and lowered yourself back onto the bed until you were on your back, lying beside him.

His hand was lying blankly on the linen sheets, and it had probably been touching your leg until you’d woken up from your nightmare.

You hesitated, then wrapped his hand in your own and gently squeezed.

Even in sleep, he squeezed back. Lightly, like a ghost.

You smiled a little, and then, just because he was asleep and wouldn’t hear it, you whispered this:

“I love you.”

//////

“Everyone’s still on their toes,” John said from the table the next morning, while you cracked an egg in the pan. “We still don’t know what’s happening just yet. But Campbell’s definitely been shot. And we can’t fuckin’ find Grace.”

“How does Katie like her eggs?” you asked mildly.

“Overeasy, lots of pepper,” John responded distractedly, flipping a page of the morning paper. “Jesus, twelve arrests this week.”

“Anything to do with Campbell?”

“Dunno. Looks like it. Nothing’s going anywhere, of course.”

You pursed your lips— the morning after the wedding, it felt like all your bones were tight somehow— and plopped an egg onto the waiting plate. “Okay.”

//////

The first step into the lukewarm shower was the first moment of peace you’d had that entire morning: John had left for Blinders business soon after breakfast and Finn had tried to help you as much as possible, but preparing four tired, whiny kids that weren’t even originally yours for the various places they needed to be proved more difficult than you may have originally thought.

One sweaty, tired, hoarse hour later, you’d finally been able to lock yourself into the bathroom, strip off your sweaty clothes that were clinging to your clammy skin, and climb into the shower. Now you were standing blankly under the spray, contemplating your next move.

Is this what your life would look like from now on, then? Just an endless to-do list of things you needed to do?

Were you expected to be nothing but a vessel for John’s kids? When you were alone and you couldn’t lie to yourself, the thought of this morning being a reflection of the rest of your life was terrifying.

You couldn’t believe Sam had once wanted five kids…

If it happened once, it happened a million times: you weren’t sure if it was the thought of the future or the thought of Sam, but you felt your breath catch and your heart rush in your chest…

You’re okay you’re okay you’re okay.

Lost in thought and lost in grief, you barely heard the bathroom door open over the sound of pouring water all around you.

“I’m in here,” you tried weakly, not looking up, and there it was again: that sore numbness that you hated so much.

“I know,” John responded from the other side of the curtain. “Give me a second.”

You heard his shoes clatter to the floor and the sound of something unzipping, then he was pushing the shower curtain aside, making it rattle, and the water sloshed slightly under your feet as he stepped into the tub behind you.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to look at him. If you didn’t, it felt like there was a looming shadow on your back, and it made your stomach tense— anticipation and arousal blending into one, swirling around in your gut.

You wanted to ask why he was back at the Parlour so soon when he had Blinders business to handle, but you had a feeling like you weren’t supposed to talk during such an intimate moment, so you closed your eyes and listened to him move closer until he was just behind you, his chest pressing lightly against your back. Both of your bodies were slick under the lukewarm spray.

“You dealt with the kids?” he mumbled, the low tone of his voice making you shiver. A rhetorical question.

It suddenly became apparent that your breath had hitched as John’s hand drifted down the front of your body: you weren’t sure if it was the hot water pouring over both of you or the secrecy of it all that made the anticipation so powerful, but you were leaning into it like a horny teenager, like it was the last of him you’d ever feel. The last of the John Shelby you understood.

“Touch me,” you breathed.

At your command, his fingertip grazed over your clit, teasing like always, but your mouth fell open as he started rubbing it in small circles, his other hand drifting over to grip your sopping wet waist gently, like you were a fragile thing he was afraid to break.

“You’re always so good, you know that?” John whispered in your ear. “Can’t believe you’re my fucking wife.”

As the pressure built up in your gut, you thought about saying something witty, about being the Garrison rat the whole town talked about, but heat was already pooling low in your abdomen and suddenly you weren’t thinking about anything at all.

Your eyes fluttered closed gently, and you let your head drift onto his shoulder.

“How much time you have?” John mumbled into your ear, and it suddenly hit you that this was only a stolen moment and not a moment you could stretch into forever, there were things that needed to be done, and you needed to get a move on.

“Doesn’t matter,” you mumbled, taking his hand and guiding it gently between your legs, making him feel how wet you were. “John, I need you.”

At this, he released you abruptly, then took your arms and rotated you to face the wall.

You flinched a little at the feel of the cold tile against your cheek, but John scooped your leg up and pinned your leg to the side, giving him enough room to slide his cock inside of you— something you didn’t even realize you had been needing.

“Oh, fuck,” you choked, and John grunted something intelligible as he started moving inside of you— this wasn’t nearly as pleasurable as it would’ve been had you both been dry, but still, you needed all of him you could get.

With him inside of you, it was a much deeper and almost rebellious pleasure as your bodies experimented with a rhythm under the warm shower spray— you could’ve sworn the water had been lukewarm when you’d stepped into it just minutes ago— and it made you want to cry out as John finally hit that spot inside of you that made your entire body sing.

“Fuck, harder, harder!”

It was far from gentle, he was fucking you as relentlessly as he could in this cramped shower, but nonetheless, it felt like heaven.

His hands roamed over your body, teasing your clit and squeezing your breasts before his hands finally settled on your hips, using the slippery grip he had on you to thrust into you in the way you were begging for, harder.

Your body was wet in a lot of confusing ways, your legs were shaking so violently you were scared you were about to slip and fall onto the shower floor, but you didn’t care, your hands were curling into fists as your climax started to approach—

“Fuck!” you choked as an orgasm swept through you again, powerful and heavenly and good and, after a moment, making you come to your senses that you needed to turn off the goddamn shower and pretend like this never happened.

This was a stolen moment after all, not a moment of significance.

Just a moment after your own orgasm, you felt John fill you, hot and deep and satisfyingly full like he always was, and you moaned weakly as he withdrew from you.

Your whole body was vibrating as you came down from your high and John leaned over to shut off the shower before you could, leaving your bodies sopping wet and dripping and awkward in the sudden rush of room-temperature air.

That was the downside, unfortunately: neither of you never knew what to do in the aftermath. For John, it was something he picked up after years of contractual, loveless sex with prostitutes at the whorehouse, and for you, it was something you struggled with because of the annoying, sore, grieving emptiness. It felt good in the moment, but...

“I - I need a towel,” you stammered, and once again, you had to remind yourself that John was your husband now and this was okay before you let the shame settle in.

/////

“Let me get this straight,” you repeated, trying not to frown as the weight of what she was asking you sunk in, “You want me to go into Zhang’s, a whorehouse, ask for a girl named Mei…and you want me to get snow for you? With no strings attached?”

Esme nodded rapidly, glancing around at the betting shop like someone was due to rush in and catch this scandalous conversation.

“Yeah. You can tell her I sent you.”

You were looking at her like she had three heads. “Esme, why do you want me to do this for you?”

“C’mon, Y/N, you know how Zilpha is,” she said, though she didn’t sound very convincing. “I’m going back up to the country in a few days, my supply ran out last Tuesday, and I’d rather not think about what will happen to me if Zilpha catches me.”

She couldn’t be in withdrawal, could she?

You blinked hard, the decision mulling around in your brain for a moment, but finally sighed. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”

Esme smiled, bright and mischievous-- she knew your answer. “Thanks a million, Y/N. You’re an angel.”

“Yeah, but you Lees certainly aren’t,” you mumbled under your breath: you knew the mischief and frustration all too well from Sam. “I’ll be back in a half hour, okay? Stay here.”

/////

The copious amounts of red silk hung around Zhang’s lobby had the entire place glowing scarlet, and as you took your first cautious step into the place, your nostrils were met with the overpowering smell of sex and a type of spice you couldn’t recognize.

You wouldn’t have expected a whorehouse to hide it, but you could hear a faint thumping and moans down the hallway, making you wrinkle your nose, but you stepped forward and rapped on the desk like your intentions were innocent.

A door swung open and Mr Zhang appeared in front of you, and you nodded at him.

“I’m looking for Mei. I’ve been told you have snow,” you said, like you were looking for a loaf of bread at the supermarket.

When he didn’t say anything, just looked at you suspiciously, you met his eye. “I’ve been sent by Esme Lee.”

At that same moment, a prostitute poked her head around the corner. “She lookin’ for Mei?”

“It’s for the Lee girl,” Mr Zhang grunted.

A blank look crossed the prostitute’s face for a moment, but she stuck her head out into the hallway and screamed at the top of her lungs, “MEI!”

The thumping and moans awkwardly stopped for a moment, and a teenage girl appeared from a room at the furthest end of the hallway.

“WHAT?” she screamed back.

“Business,” the prostitute said, motioning to you, and you silently wished you could get out of here.

//////

You couldn’t get rid of the anxiety pulsing in your chest as you awkwardly hurried back to the Shelby Parlour, passing the trotting horses and acrid-smelling furnaces, like usual— but you had a feeling like everybody on the street was watching you, somehow.

Even though you’d already reminded yourself that it was impossible for them to know you had cocaine on you, and you were being irrational, like always, your gut still twisted with worry, and an uncomfortable shudder crept up your spine.

You heard footsteps behind you, but you pressed your lips together and kept your eyes down on the blackened cobblestone on the off-chance it was coppers.

You’d hate yourself for not turning fast enough as a wheezy voice echoed through the air.

“Look, we caught the fuckin’ Garrison rat!”

There was a gunshot behind you, and the moment you heard it, pain exploded across your torso, pain so intense that for a terrifying second you couldn’t find the source, but it felt like a tidal wave of panic rushing across your brain as your body tried to find the right response.

You looked down and blood was rapidly spreading across your front.

#john shelby #john shelby x y/n #john shelby x you #john shelby x reader #john shelby fanfic #john shelby imagine #joe cole #peaky blinders #peaky blinders headcanon #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinder headcanon

[forevercillianmurphy]

hi lovies !!! so for awhile now i have been debating if i was going to continue writing on @equallyshaw when that is dedicated to hockey players and hockey players only..lol -- but for so long I've wanted to write about other people, and with my resurgence in celebrities and movies, i thought why not!!

currently to be posted:

a short story or one shot : thomas shelby / shelby sister !

cillian muprhy x oc hardy ! (tom hardys sis)

one shot : cillian murphy x oc !

one shot (or series ;)) Dylan obrien x oc murphy (cillians little sis x)

finn cole x oc character !

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

basically just in my cillian murphy era ? lol

#cillian murphy #peaky blinders #dylan obrien #welcome to my page lovies! #i have no idea what to put now lol #also yes i am writing about you #if you didnt know #hehe

[virgoilluminati]

HELLO 👋

Welcome to my page! As you can see I’ve had a bit of a makeover. Mainly because ya gurl is avoiding the constant amount of studying I should be doing instead.

In all honesty I’m not sure what I am planning to do on this blog. It really depends on what mood I am in, but I am open to requests and I literally can write or make social media fanfics for anyone so please tag along for the journey. 🏷️

Some things that I would be open to do is:

Individuals:

HARRY STYLES 🍉🍒🌸

(Whenever, wherever I will do these cos he is the loml ❣️)

- Belongings (complete)

One shots:

- Sweet Cocoa - in which Harry feels guilty for missing his children’s milestones but tries to make it up to his daughter through sweet cocoa after a concert. (Fluff)

FINN COLE 🤙🏻🐳🦋

- a night at the BAFTAs (social media fic)

Jude Bellingham 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🫶🏻⚽️

World Class - complete

#fanfiction #jude bellingham #leah williamson #womens world cup #england football #englandwomensfootball #womens football #football fanfic #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x you #harry styles fanfic rec

[staytiny-angel]

HangGrace College AU

So I'll totally add to this more if ppl like it but here's a little drabble of how I think HangGrace would go if they were college students

Co-written with @taurielthepirateking

@imswitchbabemox @axelwolf8109 @the-iridescent-phoenix

Ava squeezed herself through the crowded club making her way to the bar. "5 shots of tequila!" She told the bartender, 

"Oh, it's like that tonight?" The bartender, a cute buff guy named Austin said with a grin.

"Finally dumped that cheating asshole, I'm celebrating my freedom" Ava yelled back to be heard over the loud pop music

"Will wonders never cease!" Austin yelled 9back "You and Kenny are finally done?"

"For good this time, no more 'but baby I'll change', Adam fucking Cole can have him"

The college student accepted the tray of shots and waved to the other bartender, Austin's boyfriend Jake, before making her way to the table where Seth, Becky, Violet, and Finn were waiting for her. 

"To Ava, may she never again deal with a cheating bastard like Kenny Omega" Violet yelled as the 5 friends toasted and downed their shots. 

"I want to get drunk and find some hot guy to fuck me into the mattress!" Ava yelled out

"We're using the 'best way to get over someone is to get under someone else' method tonight?" Seth cackled

"What about finally getting under the Cowboy?" Violet proposed to her best friend 

"Please, I fucking wish." Ava sighed "I doubt Adam even likes me like that. We've been study partners for 2 years and he still barely says a word to me that's not related to school. Plus wouldn't that be weird? He used to be Kenny's best friend before they got in that fight last year"

"You mean the fight that ended with Adam with a black eye and Kenny with a broken wrist?"

"Exactly"

"Can I give you some advice?" Austin leaned forward.

"Shoot"

"Do it, ask him, I wasn't even out when Jake hit on me, and well, cut to" He showed off his engagement ring on his ring finger.

"Besides his friends from that Dark Order band are with him and they're too stupid to get in between you two"

Ava looked to the booth with purple and black clad people, a blonde girl trying and failing to calm everyone, Adam looking mortified by his friends.

Ava pursed her lips, took a deep breath, downed her shot, murmured "fuck it" and got up to head toward the rowdy group. 

Adam Page had one eye on his crew and one eye on Ava all night. He'd heard the rumors that her and Kenny were over and wondered how soon was too soon to shoot his shot with the girl he'd had a crush on since before he and Ken's friendship went to hell. 

He'd long since gotten over the guilt of being half in love with his former best friend's girl, knowing Kenny didn't deserve the lovely African American girl. He just didn't get why she'd put up with Kenny's constant cheating and abuse for so long

. "Hey" Ava said shakily. "Hi" Adam said back with a confident smile. Anna elbowed him. "I heard you and Kenny broke up"

"Yeah" Ava fiddled with her necklace.

"He didn't deserve you" Adam said firmly. "That means a lot cowboy" She teased. "Hey, cowboy boots are expensive these days, I'm proud of my purchases"

atiny-angel

"I was uh...wondering if you'd like to uh hang out sometime?" Ava stuttered her way though the sentence. "You don't have to if you don't want to but I'd really like if we could be uh friends yeah friends"

Adam inwardly giggled at the shy, bashful woman in front of him. She was just so damn cute.

"Sugar, I would love to hang out with you" Adam drawled flirting with all his might.

Ava swore her brain made the windows shutdown noise at Adam's behavior.

Austin was giving a thumbs up while Violet clapped. Seth looked like an overprotective father at the pair. "We have a show in a couple days" Anna butted in. "It's Adam's singing debut"

Adam whined at her to be quiet.

"We sing New Year's Day, Bring me the Horizon, sometimes BTS"

"Oh my god I love BTS!"

"Really?" Adam said "We do a heavy metal version of Fake Love"

"Why are you so fucking perfect for me?" Ava blurted before literally letting out a short scream and running back to her friends

"Great job Av" Violet said giggling at her normally badass friend's antics

"Why did I say that?!" "You're in love!" Austin laughed. "Please tell me what's he doing?"

"Anna is laughing at him and he looks shook"

Ava peeked at him, sure enough the Dark Order was laughing while Adam looked stunned.

"You know he follows me on Tumblr right?" Violet leaned forward. "I look at his blog every once and while and he always post poetry on the girl who stole his heart

"POETRY?!?!?" Ava exclaimed "WAIT, how do you know he's talking about me?"

"I'm sorry, do you know any other girls who ahem 'change their hair color on the wind and have skin the color of the silkiest milk chocolate'" Violet quoted with a semi disgusted look on her face.

Ava blushed deeply, looking at her purple streaks. "I haven't had this big of a crush since Darby"

"And he's with Ricky"

"My love life is shit"

#hangman adam page #adam page/ofc #my ofc #HangGrace #Shai Writes

[zhindian]

The judgment Day 2022 Recap: Part 12

Time to get back on track with my recaps. It’s time for Finn vs Edge in an I Quit Match!

Extreme Rules 2022: “You taught us too well!”

This match basically two parts. First with Edge and Finn battling it out by themselves, then the second part when Rey and the Judgment Day come in. The first part of the match is decent, as Edge and Finn go all over the area to get each other to quit. The match really picks up when JD comes to the aid of Finn, who looked like he was about to quit.

Notes: The only official clip regarding this match is Dominik getting kicked in the nuts by Edge. 🤣 I mean I get it, but lol

I loved Finn’s entrance. Especially his mask.

Rhea handcuffed Edge to the ropes, which had me wondering how Dom fits into all that at the time.

One thing I love about JD is their timing. Look at how Dom and Priest enter the ring and then rise with Finn to confront a handcuffed Edge. It really shows how in sync they are as a faction.

Rey comes out help Edge, but gets thwarted by Dom, who finally starts attacking him. This accentuated a lot of things in this storyline:

Rey coming to the aid of Edge, thereby proving Dom’s point about him.

Dominik finally beats Rey’s ass, instead of just blocking him. We get to see Rhea being so happy (peep her clap and smile) about it as she obviously proud ike a proper domme should be. Dom beat Rey so bad here we didn’t see him for the rest of the match.

“What is wrong with you! He’s your father for God’s sake!” Michael Cole’s disgust at Dom comes out in full force, and we still see it to this day. You could just feel the anger from Cole to Dom, and really solidifies how much of a heel Dom is, and not just someone following the wrong people.

Beth finally has enough and comes to the aid of Edge, taking out Priest and Finn. Dom’s chicken shit heel tactics fully evolve here, as he provides just enough of a distraction for Rhea to step into the ring to go against Beth.

The face off between Rhea and Beth is legendary. They spar for a bit until Beth spears Rhea, and gets the handcuff key to free Edge.

Edge takes out Finn and Priest again, and Dom’s chickenshit heel persona tries to get Edge to spar him, but to no avail, leading to the clip above. “Take that you brat!” - Cole

Edge then tries to take out Finn, but Rhea hits Beth from behind with brass knuckles. This leads to JD to swarming Edge, leading Finn to hit numerous coup de grace on him. Edge still doesn’t say I quit. Only when Rhea threatened to conchairto an unconscious Beth is when Edge says I quit, giving Finn the win.

And of course, Rhea conchairto’d Beth anyway. Peep Beth twitching after it.

Completely random, but I love Dom Dom’s selling. He continued to sell that nut shot by Edge through the finish of the match and beyond. Usually wrestlers will sell it for a bit and then don’t. But not Dom. When he sells, he sells.

That’s it for Part 12 of the recap! Next part soon!

#dominik mysterio #rhea ripley #finn balór #damian priest #the judgment day wwe #judgment day 2022 recap #Youtube

[rozendiors]

fandom library of roses.

Hi there, stranger! I can see you've made it to my masterpost of masterposts. Here you'll find a list of all the fandoms I write ficlets, one-shots, imagines, etc. for. I try my best to update my masterlists regularly although it might take some time. Happy reading! Has a certain character caught your eye? Do you wish for me to write something for them? Take a look at my request rules before sending me an ask with your idea.

❦ — browse tag | ❆ — no works yet | ♡ — roze’s favourites

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

with fire and blood.

Daemon Targaryen ❦

Rhaenyra Targaryen ❦ ♡

Alicent Hightower ❆

Criston Cole ❆

Harwin Strong ❆

Laena Velaryon ❆ ♡

Laenor Velaryon ❆

Aemond Targaryen ❆

Aegon II Targaryen ❆

Helaena Targaryen ❆

GAME OF THRONES

winter is coming.

Daenerys Targaryen ❆

Missandei ❆

Sansa Stark ❆ ♡

Arya Stark ❆

Margaery Tyrell ❆ ♡

Tyrion Lannister ❆

Cersei Lannister ❆

Jaime Lannister ❆

Brienne of Tarth ❆

Melisandre ❆

Jon Snow ❆

Oberyn Martell ❆

Ellaria Sand ❆

SHADOW AND BONE

fine, make me your villain.

Kaz Brekker ❆

Inej Ghafa ❆ ♡

Jesper Fahey ❆

Wylan Van Eck ❆

Nina Zenik ❆

Matthias Helvar ❆

Alina Starkov ❆

Genya Safin ❆

The Darkling ❆

Mal Oretsev ❆

Zoya Nazyalensky ❆ ♡

THE WITCHER

let your chaos explode.

Yennefer of Vengerberg ❆ ♡

Geralt of Rivia ❆

Jaskier ❆

Tissaia de Vries ❆ ♡

Calanthe of Cintra ❆

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (2022)

i was being hunted.

Lestat de Lioncourt ❆

Louis de Pointe du Lac ❆

STAR WARS

may the force be with you.

Anakin Skywalker ❆

Obi-Wan Kenobi ❆

Ahsoka Tano ❆

Padmé Amidala ❆

Captain Rex ❆

Darth Maul ❆

Luke Skywalker ❆

Leia Organa ❆

Han Solo ❆

Kylo Ren ❆

Rey ❆

Finn ❆

Poe Dameron ❆

Bo Katan Kryze ❆

Fennec Shand ❆

Din Djarin ❆

Jyn Erso ❆

Cassian Andor ❆

THE LAST OF US (2023)

look for the light.

Joel Miller ❆

last updated: february 7th, 2023

#fandom masterlist #masterlist of masterlists #house of the dragon masterlist #game of thrones masterlist #shadow and bone masterlist #the witcher masterlist #interview with the vampire masterlist #꒰ .°🌹˚₊ rozendiors blog management. ꒱

[bss-babygirl]

Hey guys, I’m choosing to open up my requests again, so I’ve compiled some writing prompts y’all can choose from to send in with any wrestler of your choosing from the following list of wrestlers and prompts:

*Note: I can write for other people as well just feel free to ask me. Also, you don’t have to necessarily choose a prompt from this list, I can be anything really, a fanfic, a one shot, anything; don’t be afraid to ask!

Wrestlers I write for:

Adam Cole

AJ Styles

Angel

Big E

Boa

Buddy Matthews

Butch/Pete Dunne

Ciampa

Damian Priest

Drew McIntyre

EC3

Finn Bálor

Flash Morgan Webster

Humberto

Jey Uso

Jimmy Uso

Joaquin Wilde

Jon Moxley/Dean Ambrose

Jordan Devlin

Keith Lee

Kenny Omega

Kofi Kingston

Malakai Black/Aleister Black

Mark Andrews

Mustafa Ali

Pac/Neville

Sammy Guevara

Samoa Joe

Seth Rollins

Shawn Spears/Tye Dillinger

Shinsuke Nakamura

Trent Seven

Tyler Bate

Xavier Woods

Writing prompt List:

Fluff:

1. You're jealous aren't you?" "I'm not jealous."

2. "Shhh, come back to bed."

3. "It's ok. I couldn't sleep anyway."

4. “You're adorable when you are sleepy."

5. “You're everything to me."

6. “You're not going to lose me.”

7. “Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.”

8. “I promised to love you forever.”

9. “Why do we have to keep hiding? I’m tired of being kept a secret.”

10. “Who said I ever stopped?”

Angst:

1. “How much of that did you hear?”

2. “Stop pushing everyone away.”

3. “It's better this way.”

4. “Don’t make this harder than it already is.”

5. “It wasn’t your fault.”

6. “Just talk to me please.”

7. “You’ll find your way back to me, I know you will.”

8. “Because I fell for you, isn’t it obvious?”

9. “Because I know when I open my eyes this will all turn out to be a dream and I’ll lose you again.”

10. “Is it worth it? Risking everything just for a chance.”

Smut:

1. “I could’ve helped.”

2. “All you had to do was ask.” 

3. “Are you just going to stand there and watch, or are you going to come join in?”

4. “My tongue can do more than just talk, you know. Care to find out?”

5. “I love it when you touch yourself while thinking about me.”

6. “No one’s here. we can be as loud as we want.”

7. “You can be rough. I can take it.”

8. “If you called just to get off on my voice, I’m hanging up.”

9. “Say my name.”

10. “I will never get enough of you.” 

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[the-anxious-youth]

ℜ𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱 ℑ𝔫𝔣𝔬

Characters I write for, newest at the top (* means favorites):

One Piece: [Closed]

Buggy*

Nami*

Koby* (I hc Koby as trans bc of @tinfairies (go check them out), but if you want me to write him as amab let me know)

Luffy

Zoro

Sanji

Shanks*

Mihawk

Alvida

Usopp

Helmeppo

House of the Dragon: [Closed]

Aemond Targaryen*

Aegon II Targaryen*

Helaena Targaryen*

Alicent Hightower

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Daemon Targaryen

Jacaerys Velaryon

Harwin Strong

Slashers: [Closed]

Bo Sinclair (House of Wax)*

Vincent Sinclair (House of Wax)

Lester Sinclair (House of Wax)

Thomas Hewitt (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)*

Bubba Sawyer (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

Brahms Heelshire (The Boy)

Michael Myers (OG and RZ)

Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull (Laid to Rest)

Baby Firefly (House of 1000 Corpses)

Tiffany Valentine (Chucky)*

Yautja (Predator)*

Jed Sawyer (Leatherface 2017)*

Johnny Slaughter (Texas Chainsaw Game)*

The Walking Dead: [Closed]

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Maggie Rhee

Turn Washington’s Spies: [Closed]

John Graves Simcoe*

Ensign (Thomas) Baker*

Benjamin Tallmadge

John Andre

Marquis de Lafayette

Edmund Hewlett

LA Noire: [Closed]

Cole Phelps

Stefan Bekowsky*

Roy Earle

Jack Kelso*

Detroit Become Human: [Closed]

Connor (RK800)

Ralph (WR600)

Nines

Peaky Blinders: [Closed]

Thomas Shelby

John Shelby

Arthur Shelby

Finn Shelby

Johnny Dogs*

Bonnie Gold*

Alfie Solomons

Topics I will write about:

Violence, gore, etc

Dark!Characters and reader

Dub-con

Mental illness

NSFW

I will NOT write about:

Non con in any form

Incest outside of HoTD

Glorification of abuse

Real People

I write reader insert one shots and series, as well as OC works and reactions with multiple characters. I’m honestly pretty open minded so if you have an idea, feel free to ask! Worst I will do is politely decline. :)

#request info

[casspurrjoybell-27]

Claimed by the Beast - Chapter 2d

*Warning Adult Content*

Kitten - Part 4

- Knox -

"Goddamn it, Finn," Knox slams a fist down on the table and everyone jumps in their seats. "You know where our territory begins and ends, so why the fuck were you at Club Inferno tonight?"

Finn, now bandaged up, casts an apologetic look at Knox.

He hates being such a colossal disappointment to the man who basically gave him his life back, yet here he is causing trouble even when trying to do something good.

"I went there to meet a woman," Finn quietly explains. "We've been talking for a while and tonight was her first night dancing on stage. I was there to show support, and honestly, I didn't plan on sticking around for long. I thought I'd go unnoticed but I brought the guys with me for backup just in case."

"The idiots who agreed to go with him are new prospects who didn't know any better," Gavin says. "I thought Rex was smarter than that, but apparently not. Finn used them, guaranteed they'd get patched in quicker if they helped him out tonight. They'll be punished along with Finn."

Knox rises from his seat, jaw ticking and eyes seeing nothing but red.

"You got us into a war because you wanted to score extra points with the woman you've been fucking? Is this a goddamn joke or what?"

"I'm sorry," Finn whispers, averting Knox's gaze. "I accept whatever punishment is to come but... please don't kick me out, Pres. I'm nothing without this MC. Everyone here is like family to me and I..."

"Relax, Finn. I'm not that fucking dramatic," Gavin laughs. "Good pussy or whatever it is you're into, can make the strongest man do questionable things. I'd go into battle for my ol' lady in a heartbeat and I'd expect everyone sitting here to have my back. You fucked up and you'll pay for it. We can't bring our dead back but what we can do is avenge them. That being said, I want everyone to keep an ear to the ground. The Jackals could strike at any moment, so we need to remain extra vigilant when going out and doing runs."

Twenty minutes later, Gavin ends the meeting and pulls Knox aside.

"What information did you get out of that kid you brought here?" Gavin asks when they're alone. "Anything we can use against The Jackals?"

Knox shakes his head.

"He barely knew Shaun and he doesn't know what could be on that USB. He was basically in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong person. I plan to monitor him for a few days, see if he comes up with anything new or sticks to the story he originally told me, then I'll send him home."

"I'll allow it. Now go get some rest, brother. It's been a long fucking day."

Gavin slaps Knox on the back before heading upstairs.

When Knox returns to his room, he's greeted with an awkward scene.

Everett is standing on one side of the room hunched over in a defensive position and Cole is on the opposite side with scratches all over his face and forearms, some of them bleeding.

Exhaling a deep breath, Knox looks at Cole for an explanation.

"That kid's a damn psycho," Cole exclaims, panting slightly. "Ten minutes after you left, he tried to make a run for it. I stopped him, then he started attacking me. His fucking nails are shaper than a cat's. Look at my damn face, Knox. Look at what he did to me."

Cole dramatically points at his face, his skin a bright, angry red.

"We should've shot him in that damn alley..."

"It's just a few scratches you big baby," Everett taunts. "Suck it the fuck up already."

Knox smirks, looking at Everett.

"So it's true, kitten? Did you really try to run when I explicitly told you that you wouldn't be going home tonight?"

"He's ten times smaller than you, so I thought I could take him down," Everett replies, keeping his eyes on Cole.

"I clearly underestimated his stamina."

Knox dismisses Cole and then orders Everett to sit at the foot of the bed.

He obeys without putting up another fight.

Knox stands before Everett, looking down at him with his hands clasped behind his back.

His grey eyes explore Everett's, seemingly searching for something that he can't quite put a name on.

"I've been informed that Shaun was much more important than we all thought. He's the son of my rival and now that he's dead, a war will follow."

"Okay?"

"You're right in the middle of it, Everett. You're in danger as much as we are."

"What do you mean I'm in danger? I didn't kill anybody."

"That's true but it won't be long before The Jackals discover you were the last person to see Shaun alive," Knox says. "When they realize that package will never get delivered, they'll want to know where it is. Safe to assume they'll either think you have it or that you know where it is."

Everett cradles his head in his hands, sobbing quietly.

"I can't believe this is happening to me."

"Now you see why it's imperative you hang around here for a few days," Knox concludes, wrapping up his plan to pull more information out of Everett. "The Jackals can't touch you here. You're safe behind these gates, I promise."

"What about my friends? My family?"

Everett stands and shouts, weakly shoving Knox in the chest.

"You took my phone and never gave it back, asshole. They're probably worried sick about me."

Knox acts before he can talk himself out of it.

He cups Everett's face with one hand, his thumb stroking Everett's cheek.

His skin is fever-hot to the touch.

"You've been through a lot tonight, Everett. You should really get some rest before you pass out." Everett blinks, unmoving.

"Exactly where do you expect me to sleep?"

"In here with me. Where else would I send you, kitten?" Knox smiles, his grey eyes shimmering with mischief. "My bed is big enough for the both of us. I'll behave if you do."