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Duchess - A Sean Wallace/Sex Worker!Reader One Shot Story.
This mans has me feeling a certain way. Feral. So yes, you get to enjoy it, too!
Words - 1,810
Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!
Sean Wallace is a man who thrives on the exertion of control, in every aspect of his life. Every facet is subject to meticulous planning and detail, his time valuable. If you are in his life, you serve to him a purpose, otherwise you are merely a waste of time he could spend being productive elsewhere. He enjoys the finely tuned machine that is building his life with those who serve him well in a professional capacity, and this is exactly why he sees you twice weekly.
“I do not entertain the notion of dating or relationships. They're much too complicated. Way too time consuming.”
He told you this upon your first meet, when you inquired why he sought the services of a high-class escort.
“Trust me, you are exactly what I am searching for.”
You aim to please, and god, what a pleasure it is to please him. He’s young, he’s powerful and he’s incredibly handsome. And rich, wealthy enough to afford the high price tag attached to the services you provide. And goodness, how the man can fuck. Sometimes, you often think it should be you paying him for the way he so expertly pounds you into your bed.
Rarely do you enjoy yourself so honestly with a client, have the pleasure you give to him matched in such delicious reciprocation. With Sean, he never deviates from being anything short of an incredible lover.
‘Wear black tonight. You know I like you best in black.’
You tingle with anticipation at reading his text, knowing you only have mere hours to wait until your favourite client will arrive at your Wharfside apartment.
Once your makeup and grooming routine has been executed pristinely, black Victoria’s Secret underwear donning your freshly bathed body, a black Gucci dress chosen, and perfume spritzed strategically, you are ready. He doesn’t keep you waiting.
“Good evening, duchess.” Those words, delivered upon a silky-smooth, cut-glass accent causes heat to rise over your skin, Sean entering your apartment, waiting for you to lead him through to the bedroom. He always lets you lead. Why? So that his hands can wander over your body as your walk, appreciating the swing of your hips, the way the black cloth hugs your curves, to lay kisses upon the back of your neck as he closes the space between you.
Feeling the heat of his body against your back has a flurry of heat gathering between your legs, your dress eased down, his strong hands smoothing over the fabric of your underwear. “You look sensational, as always.” With his mouth at your neck, you feel mindless already, but not so much that you don’t notice him discreetly place a smooth, white envelope upon the shelf beside the bedroom door, your fee within for the transaction you would happily give him for free, should this not be your chosen profession.
It never feels like work with him, though.
You turn to him, his eyes a chilling freeze of blue, the angles of his face shadowed in the low light of the room. Some sex workers insist on no kissing, feeling such an exchange too intimate. You’ve always thought that to be nonsense, taking into mind the intimacy of penetration. A man puts his cock in you, but his lips may not meet yours?
No. Not in your bedroom.
Your mouths join in sensual exploration, his tongue rolling against yours as your fingers begin to work deftly to undress him, revealing the utter grandeur of his body. Lithe muscles concealed within the expanse of pale, freckle flecked skin delight your eyes, your tongue circling his nipple before you sit at the foot of your bed.
His thumb trails your lip as you look up at him, hands unfastening his belt, stripping him nude, perhaps the most impressive part of him already hard and waiting for your attentions. undoubtedly, he has the most perfect cock you’ve ever seen, and in your profession, you’ve seen many.
“How much extra would I have to pay you, to not use a condom?”
“You couldn’t afford it.”
“I’ve never been fond of those who presume they can dictate my finances. Will another five hundred suffice?”
“No.”
“Seven fifty?”
“No.”
“A thousand, and a letter from my doctor confirming a clean bill of health, STI wise?”
Never let it be said that Sean Wallace is not a skilled negotiator, that conversation between you many months ago the only reason why when your tongue runs in a slow, firm lick from the base to tip of his cock, there’s no latex barrier between them. He shudders, a breathy exclamation fluttering over his full lips as he feels the warmth of your mouth encase him, sliding down over his thick shaft, his fingers trailing your scalp as they comb through your hair.
With your mouth working in slow, wet tease and your fingernails gently trailing up and down his back, you have him winding tight in no time, his groans deep and full bodied. “You always look so very pretty, when you have my cock in your mouth.”
Watching you sucking upon him with such expert aplomb, his eyes the fall closed, his chest beginning to heave as his breaths shallow, the thick bulk of him twitching against your tongue. “Not that I do not adore your mouth, duchess, but for now, there is a place upon you that I wish to put mine even more.”
Sparks of anticipation flicker through you as he pushes you back onto the bed, his body covering yours, hands roaming as he begins to scatter kisses across your neck. His exploration is slow, careful, his mouth laying kisses to every part of your body revealed from the removal of your underwear, the heat of his skin searing. His mouth takes time to lower, his tongue swirling your navel as his hands bracket your waist, lowering, lowering.
You gasp softly, his tongue meeting the velvet of your cunt, dragging your slit firmly. A few more long, slow licks skim your folds, the hot roll of his tongue settling upon your clit, a radiance of pleasure blooming deep within you. Some men have no clue what on earth to do with a woman where pleasing her with their mouth is concerned; Sean is not one of them.
Closing his mouth around you, he sucks at you, pupils inking into the blue as he feels the honey of your cunt bathing his tongue, a grunt welling his throat, hands grasped firmly upon your hips. You can see him smiling around you, watching as you throw your head back and cry out, knowing your performance isn’t amped up for effect. It’s all him.
Your cries continue to sound the air in blissful sonnet, his tongue fluttering over your clit, featherlight licks making it swell, beating harder and faster, then back to gentle as the pleasure sears right to your marrow. You feel it settling deep, your core throbbing, purring with delight as your fingers skim through his hair, your back arching off the bed as you writhe against the heaven that is his tongue.
Wet heat works your bud with the kind of skill that leaves you breathless, fire chasing frost through your veins, the feel of his neatly trimmed beard prickling at where you are soft and soaking for him offering delicious friction. He pauses, teasing at you with his fingers before they push inside, hooking, his lips planting hot kisses against your inner thigh, watching you begin to fall apart for him.
The pleasure sparks like a flint strike, those little illuminations skittering over your nerves as he returns his tongue to you, gentleness gone as he lays keen, unrelenting licks across your clit. Pure ebullience beams brightly, your panting ascension chased by the punch of his fingers within the wet clasp of your cunt and the rapid flickers offered by a tongue that does not cease until you’re cresting hard for him.
Your hands fist the sheets beneath you, thighs skimming his face as your flames catch against his edges, your release a glittered explosion that leaves you breathless and hungry to be parted around his cock. Of course, he reads your need, pushing your legs apart before sinking himself into you, your walls flexing as he splits you wide, mouth closing around your nipple to suck keenly, his cock bottoming out and dragging back so deliciously slowly, you feel on the verge of tears.
Kissing the whimpers from your lips, he holds you beneath him, moaning against your tongue as he pushes forth again, gliding through the soaking mess of your cunt. He fills you entirely, mouth at your neck as strong snaps from his hips shock you, pulling out entirely, teasing you with the promise of him, chuckling at your frustration as he nibbles the soft skin of your throat.
“Does the duchess crave it, hmm?���
“Mmm,” you purr, stroking his handsome face, watching him catch your fingers between his lips and suck. “She always does when it’s you giving it.”
He moans a laugh, kissing you. “Correct answer.” The silken glide of him has you lost in ecstasy, his mouth touring the other side of your neck, tongue flickering where your pulse flutters madly, filling and emptying you steadily.
The rhythmic, contained pace is not set to last, the need with him coiling like an angry serpent as he gives each thrust with voracity, his short nails digging into your thighs as he sits back on his heels, watching how good it looks as his cock fills and enters you rapidly.
He arrows you thoroughly, every last inch of him sinking into the wet clutch of your cunt as you open for him, panting hard, your moans filling the room as he has you spread and helpless before him, fucking you like a jackhammer. He slows then, thumb languidly swirling over your clit, each thrust more contained, dragging sparks as he scrapes your walls, bending to suck your nipples in turn with an aroused grumble.
That slowness is abandoned once more, Sean railing you into the bed, loving the way you wail for him, hand stroking your cheek before he grasps your jaw in a strong grip, feeding you his thumb as he looks at you with uncontained lust. It escalates sharply, consummation rushing through you as lightning flickers at the base of your spine, striking home as he closes his eyes tightly and moans gutturally, spilling into you, thick ropes of cum warming your fluttering walls further.
You lie breathless against one another, knowing that all he needs is a whiskey and half an hour, and he shall be all over you again.
And he’s the one paying you. What satisfying work it is to be on the sexual payroll of a man both criminal in the streets, and between the sheets.
#sean wallace#sean wallace fanfiction#sean wallace smut#gangs of london#gangs of london fanfiction#gangs of london fanfic#sean wallace fanfic#sean wallace imagine#joe cole
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Aro/Ace Character Headcannons ig
-> Realized I hc a lot of chrs as being on the aro/acespec so decided to compile them into a list. Might update later if I find my older post or remember some more [Featuring some last name hcs marked in blue for some TMF chrs lol]
Lia Hartwell(TMF): Gray AroAce
Jake Sterling (TMF): Asexual
Sean Everett (TMF): AroAce
Millicent Brooks (TMF): Asexual
Zoey Vineyard (TMF): AroAce
Drew (TMF): Demirose (just a fancy word for demi aroace)
Liam (TMF): Aceflux
Stacy (TMF): Aroflux
Stacy's Mom (TMF): Aromantic
Phoenix Wright (AA): Gray AroAce (look, it's in the name)
Miles Edgeworth (AA): AroAce
Franziska von Karma (AA): Demirose
Maya Fey (AA): AroAce
Dick Gumshoe (AA): Asexual
Ema Skye (AA): AroAce (but she doesn't realize it. Like at all)
Athena Cykes (AA): AroAce (she's literally rhe flag colours. Haven't even finished the AJ trilogy but the vibes are just-)
Ramona Flower (SP): AroAce. I am willing to fight people over this.
Wallace Wells(SP):somewhere on the Arospec, but he simply does not care enough
Mobile(SP): Cupioaro
Saiki Kusuo (TDLOSK): AroAce (self explanatory)
Teruhashi Kokomi (TDLOSK): CupioAroAce (also willing to fight over this)
Hairo [I FORGOT HIS LAST NAME HELP-] (TDLOSK): AroAce
Giulia Marcovaldo (Luca 2021): AroAce
Isabella Madrigal (Encanto): Aromantic
Sonic The Fucking Hedgehog from Sonic The Hedgehog: AROACE. I AM GONNA DIE ON THIS HILL.
SAME FOR SHADOW THE GODDAMN HEDGEHOG AND TAILS TOO
Heiji Hattori (DCMK): AroAce but he's clueless
Kudo Shinichi (DCMK): bro is a Sherlock Holmes kinnie of course he's AroAce /hj
Uhhhh who else I forgor
Jjdjdjdjfjgjg
OH YEAH
Alastor (Hazbin Hotel): AroAce. It's canon, ik, but still adding him
Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel): Cupio AroAce, ty @roryheart for enlightening me
Charlie Morningstar (Hazbin Hotel): Cupio AroAce
Adam (Hazbin Hotel): Asexual- WAIT NO NO NO DONT GO JUST LISTEN TO ME-
Asmodeus (Helluva Boss): Cupio Ace. LISTEN, IT WOULD BE SO FUCKING FUNNY
The King of Lust himself being Asexual. JUST IMAGINE!!
maybe grayace would make more sense but shusshhhh
Striker (Helluva Boss): AroAce
Octavia (Helluva Boss): AroAce (too many plain old aroaces on this list lmfao)
The entire TSP cast is somewhere on the aro/ace spec no I won't take criticism, especially not from Narrator simps/lh
Uhhhhhhhhhhh
TBA
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What race do you think Lucia form DMC would be? I recall the character designer saying she was supposed to be racially ambiguous but still suggesting she isn't entirely white.
I've always considered Lucia a Black character. Much in the same vein as Trish'a disguise "Gloria" was in Devil May Cry 4. I'm not sure how else I could imagine her.
Canonically though? Looking through Devil May Cry Graphic Arts, I can't really find anything from the concept artists about Lucia's design other than how much care they put into rendering her and her weapons with PS2 era tech.
'Racial ambiguity' in fantasy, sci-fi and horror games is something of a go-to for developers, especially developers with cultures that tend to be egregiously anti-Black. Japanese developers have a fairly not-great track record with dark-skinned characters that could be perceived as Black.
It seems like JPN games with dark-skinned characters eventually go through the gambit of whitewashing until they look like white characters with a tan. Compare, for example, how Rude appeared in Final Fantasy VII material before the PS5-era remake. My guy was Barret Wallace complexion, then the remake comes out and makes homie LED light-skinned. Street Fighter's Matsuda siblings, Sean and Laura, also experienced skin lightening.
There's a bit of that already happening with Lucia in Devil May Cry 5 material made outside the game, never-mind that she was already fair-skinned to begin with.
There's nothing specific about Lucia's race in Devil May Cry 2 or external media featuring her since the release of DMC5, but she's certainly not white.
#videogamesincolor#lucia#devil may cry#devil may cry 2#devil may cry 5#devil may cry series#meta: asks#cbros5
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Pokemon English Voice Compare/Rank, Champions
In which I rank the English dub voice actors of Pokemon characters from strongest to weakest, and sometimes throw in my 2 cents of who I think would be solid casting choices. This one is for Champions.
LANCE:
1. Bill Milsap - Voice of Lance in Pokemon Masters. Think Grant George crossed with Steve Blum and that describes Bill’s voice for Lance here, and I think it works really well. He sounds appropriately bold and heroic, but his voice can veer towards warmth and towards intimidating fearsomeness depending on the lines he’s speaking.
2. Ben Diskin - Voice of Lance in Pokemon Generations. While basically the same voice he does for other serious bishie characters like Young Xehanort, it suits a character like Lance. He’s particularly good when he raises his voice and displays his feroctiy.
3. Wayne Grayson - Voice of Lance in the main anime. When the character appeared in Johto and Hoenn, Wayne’s voice for him was terrible and not remotely fitting. But when Lance was reintroduced in Journeys, Wayne reprised the role and finally did him justice.
4. Robert Bucholtz - Voice of Lance in Pokemon Origins. For a Dragon Master, leader of the Elite Four, and future Champion, Bob’s voice acting for Lance is exceptionally dull and carries no presence. It’s just the most Average Joe sort of voice you could hear.
FANCAST OPTION(S): Grant George or Max Mittelman for Lance?
STEVEN STONE:
1. Andrew Paull - Voice of Steven in the main anime. He was only in one episode of the Ruby & Sapphire series and like what happened with Lance, Andrew performed the part pretty awfully. But when the character returned in XY and Journeys, his vocal improvement fit perfectly and it’s hard to imagine Steven sounding any different.
2. Xander Mobus - Voice of Steven in Pokemon Masters. The sound of Xander’s voice always suited Steven, but his delivery was at first too smarmy and self-satisfied. His approach to the role as of the 2021 Anniversary is much better and more in line with Andrew Paull.
3. Tom Wayland - Voice of Steven in the animated trailer for Omega Ruby/Alpha Sapphire. Like his N from the last animated trailer, this is ill fitting even for just one line. He sounds too young and immature.
WALLACE:
1. Mickey Caputo - Voice of Wallace in Pokemon Masters EX. Goes very low and raspy despite the light, effeminate tone, and his delivery really sells the elegant artist who’s perfromative but level-headed.
2. Sean Reyes - Voice of Wallace in the anime. Nothing about this vocal performance stands out to me. Just like Wallace in this anime!
FANCAST OPTION - Johnathan Todd Ross. He’s got the sort of voice I’d imagine for Wallace, so with acting and delivery akin to what Mickey Caputo did in the role, he’d be surprisingly excellent.
CYNTHIA:
1. Allegra Clark - Voice of Cynthia in Pokemon Masters. Her voice for Cynthia reflects everything that is awesome about her, and any time she’s had to do a reprisal her delivery has remained so on point.
2. Emily Bauer - Voice of Cynthia in the main anime. Being the VA for Cynthia AND Dawn meant that Emily had her work cut out for her early on, and in the latter half of the Diamond & Pearl dub she devolved into this very pretentiously high and mighty sounding faux-aristocratic tone. In the Best Wishes and Journeys dubs, her Cynthia saw massive improvement and is about as perfect as Allegra’s.
3. Tara Janye Sands - Voice of Cynthia in Pokemon Generations. With more material to work with, she probably could’ve done just fine, but for the short that features her she just put on a “heroic” tone and called it a day, failing to really impress with the few lines she got.
FANCAST OPTION(S) - Nicole Oliver would be my top pick, but as she’s a Canada VA, Ali Hillis would be my number two choice. Or maybe Marissa Lenti if her Nicole Oliver impression has improved.
ALDER:
1. Cam Clarke - Voice of Alder in Pokemon Masters EX. It’s...it’s Cam Clarke, guys. One of the most seasoned veteran voice actors in the industry, making him perfect as an aging, experienced Champion.
2. Scottie Ray - Voice of Alder in the main anime. Scottie is very good at doing gruff voices, and also nailed the humorous and serious sides of Alder to really make use of an otherwise wasted character.
3. Andrew Eales - Voice of Alder in Pokemon Evolutions. His lack of much voice acting experience makes him playing Alder as well as he did a pleasant surprise, but the one downside is that you can sort of tell it’s a much younger VA trying to sound older to match the role.
FANCAST OPTION: Daran Norris for Alder, please? If Cowboy Bebop and Digimon were able to have him, I don’t see why not!
IRIS:
1. Cassandra Lee Morris - Voice of Iris in Pokemon Masters. Going higher, squeakier, and even more youthful than she normally does, Cassandra gives Iris exactly the sort of rambunctious, energetic, and sassy voice and performance I’d imagine to hear from the character.
2. TIE - Eileen Stevens & Anairis Quinones - Voices of Iris in the main anime. Eileen’s vocal performance as Iris is, for the most part, really good and lots of fun to listen to. My only issue is actually just the voice itself, how it sounds a little too matured and sometimes shrill compared to Aoi Yuki’s take. Anairis Quinones was my Fancast Option for Iris for a while since she’s got a voice not too unlike Eileen Stevens, isn’t white, and has Iris in her name...and then they actually cast her as Iris for the Masters 8 Tournament in Pokemon Journeys!
3. Cherami Leigh - Voice of Iris in Pokemon Generations. Cherami Freaking Leigh should be casting gold, but she unfortunately fell into the same trap Grant George did as N in that her line reads come in three different voices without any solid consistency. Had she carried her initial voice through the whole performance, she’d have got it.
DIANTHA:
1. Antonia Flynn - Voice of Diantha in Pokemon Masters EX. There is something about her naturally warm, melodius voice that makes Diantha so likable and pleasing to listen to, making her the best fit for a Champion who’s also an actress and occasional nobility LARPer.
2. Amber Lee Connors - Voice of Diantha in Pokemon Evolutions. Her voice sounds similar to Antonia Flynn’s, but her line delivery could’ve been better directed. I’m too aware that she’s acting here.
3. Laura Post - Voice of Diantha in Pokemon Generations. Opposite of the above, her delivery is perfectly natural but the voice might be a little too literal-minded in the Audrey Hepburn influence.
4. Vanessa Gardner - Voice of Diantha in the main anime. I’m sorry, but this vocal performance was just very bland and underwhelming.
LEON:
1. Cedric Williams - Voice of Leon in Pokemon Masters EX. Despite the laughably fake British accent, Cedric’s Leon sounds the most unique among the character’s voices and he best captures the enthusiasm, pride, and childish qualities that Leon is known for.
2. Alejandro Saab - Voice of Leon in the main anime. He does a virtually flawless job of selling this incarnation of Leon, making him sound cool and tough but friendly and not unapproachable. He only falls to second place because we’ve heard him do similar voices for Roark and Kukui in Pokemon Masters well before he voiced Leon.
3. Aleks Le - Voice of Leon in Pokemon Evolutions. Maybe it was to fit the character model, but that voice is just WAY too deep. Aleks was a much better fit for Piers than he was for Leon.
4. Kai Jordan - Voice of Leon in Pokemon: Twilight Wings. This is the opposite problem from the above, as the voice Kai gives to Leon is too light and honestly sounds like it should’ve gone to Hop instead.
FANCAST OPTION - IDK, an actual British guy would be nice.
NEMONA:
1. Yolis Arroyo - Voice of Nemona in Pokemon Horizons.
2. Olivia Vidas - Voice of Nemona in Pokemon: Paldean Winds.
3. Cristina Milizia - Voice of Nemona in Pokemon Masters EX.
FANCAST OPTION - Michelle Rojas
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GANGS OF LONDON FANFICTION
Hello everyone
Seems like quite a long time since I’ve been around. As most of my followers know I love reading and writing fanfictions. Of course I’ve been mostly writing British Royal Family fanfics but I wanted to share with you my recent work - a Gangs of London fanfic.
It’s the first time I’m translating my work and also a first try before I translate my Prince William fanfics (Win Some, Lose Some, Under the Bridge,, Ava and The Other Woman).
If you guys enjoy Gangs of London or just want to read something different hope you guys give it a go.
Here’s the link: https://w.tt/3dEXqM8
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Stupid Love
You and Sean who were best friends that turned into lovers when you were teenagers but then Sean joined the family business and you left, but now your back in town and you don’t know if it’s a good or bad decision yet.
Characters – Sean x Reader
Word Count – 2209.
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‘I remember when we were sixteen, both stupidly in love with each other, we snuck in here.” You said, pushing off the wall, Sean was watching your every move.
‘Do you?’ You asked him, looking over your shoulder, as you continued down the hall.
‘Yeah, you had just finished school.’ He said, following you now.
‘All your friends had a crush on me.’ He added proudly, you chuckled as you came to a stop.
‘No wonder, the big bad boy.’ You teased him, he came to a stop beside you his shoulders touching yours.
You looked at him, both of your stared at each other before you looked away as you stepped forward, sliding your nail under under the peeling wallpaper. Pulling it back you watched as you revealed the permanent marker.
‘Almost twelve years and it’s still here.’ He said, you took a step back.
‘We were kids then.’ You added, he turned to you.
‘I still love you.’ Sean said, you looked at him before shaking your head.
‘Sean.’
‘I’m serious Y/N, it’s the only think I know of just now.’ He admitted, reaching for your hand ribbing his thumb over the back before your phone rang.
Dropping his hand you answered it, he watched your eyebrows furrow before you replied and hung up.
‘What’s the problem?’ He asked, you shook your head.
‘Nothing I can’t handle.’ You told him, playing with your phone.
‘Be safe Sean.’ You warned him placing your free hand on his arm, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his cheek.
You stepped back and sent him a smile before turning and walking away, saying goodbye to his mother as well.
Climbing out the car, you thanked the driver before paying him, shutting the door and watched him drive away.
‘Y/N?’ The voice asked, you used and smiled.
‘Lale, I’m sorry about your people.’ You told her, she gave you a tight lipped smile and nodded.
‘Meeting with Sean go well?’ You asked her, watching as she fought a smile and looked up to the window.
‘Pleasantly, I hope yours does as well.’ She sad, opening the door to her car.
‘All I’m saying is bye.’ You informed her, she looked confused before her driver cleared their throat.
‘It was once to see you.’ She commented.
‘You as well.’ You replied before you walked away, entering the abandoned hotel.
Climbing the crumbling stairs you finally made it to the third floor, walk-ing the corridor you knocked on the door and seated before he could reply. He was pulling a shirt and smiling when he turned to you.
‘Y/N, what do I owe the pleasure?’ He asked cheerful.
‘Don’t think I can give you any more than you just received.’ You commented coldly, he looked at you shocked.
‘How?’ He asked, you scoffed.
‘You used to look at me that way, once we had sex but then it fell from your face.’ You explained, whilst you walked around the room over to the window and looked out, keeping a distance between the pair of you.
‘Y/N-‘ He started, you shook your head.
‘No, it’s fine wasn’t as if you told me you still loved me two days ago.’ You reminded him, as you turned to him.
‘Some of your actions have consequences.’ You said.
‘We aren’t talking about Lale now.’ He said you arched an eyebrow.
‘I need to leave this life, yo, behind.’ You told him.
‘What life you aren’t involved in it.’ He stated, you shook your head.
‘Every since I turned sixteen I was in this life and you know it.’ You pointed at him before sighing, ‘But we all hide secrets Sean.’ You mad eye contact with him.
‘Especially for things and people we love.’ You said, sighing as you reached into your pocket producing your phone, popping the case off. Sean watched as you pulled a picture out, looking at it your smiled before tilting your head slightly. You bent at the hips and placed the photo down on the edge of the bed.
‘Maybe one day you can meet this secret.’ You told him before walking past him and quickly leaving the room.
You heard the footsteps following you, quickened your pace before a hand wrapped around your waist stopping you, backing you into the dusty wall.
‘What is this?’ He asked holding the picture up, you glanced at it but stayed quiet.
‘Tell me.’ He almost growled.
‘What do yo think Sean?’ You answered.
‘When?’ He asked, you stared at him.
‘The internship.’ He said, your eyes flickered away.
‘Why?’ He whispered, letting go of you and looking at the photo.
‘You were just starting, I couldn’t stop or get in the way of your dreams.” You told him truthfully.
‘Why are you tell me now?’ He asked, you shook your head.
‘So you have something to fight for when you going through hell.’ You told him.
‘Y/N?’
‘Sean, I need to go, fix all this out and you can be her dead.’ You told him before walking away before stopping and turning back to him.
‘Promise me Sean, promise.’ You said, he looked at the picture then back to you.
‘I promise.’
‘Where is she?’ You asked, Sean tuned to your disheveled appearance.‘Who?’ He questioned, you stopped in front of him.
‘Harper, my daughter. Your fucking daughter.’ You jabbed his chest, he grabbed your hand.
‘What are you talking about?’ Sean asked, you sneered at him, yanking your hand away.
‘I told you about her and not a month later she goes missing.’ You informed him, wrapping your arms around yourself.
‘She’s missing?’ He said, he looked over you before noticing the bruises scattered across your face.
‘What happened?’ He asked stepped forward and carefully cupping your chin making you look at him.
‘I’ve been looking for Harper.’ You told him, is thumb gently running over your cheek.
‘Are you close?’
‘I’ve been close but they chance locations almost every day.’ You said.
‘Sean.’ You said, he turned to you.
‘No, I made you a promise that you wouldn’t be involved.’ Sean said, you looked to Eliot who was trying his best not to listen, before looking back at Sean
‘They took our daughter, I’m involved wether you like it or not.’ You stated, he looked at you before nodding.
‘What are you going to do?’ He asked, you titled your head to the side before you started trolling up your sleeves.
‘I don’t know, just don’t leave me a gun to anything that will kill him.’ You said, Sean nodded and entered the room before appearing a minute later, carrying the items.
‘He’s all yours.’ He said, you nodded before removing your shoes, kicking them to the side.
You pushed the door open before you walked down the steps, the hallway and sealed doors were covered in plastic before you stood in the open on. Looking at the man who was tied up by his arms you smirked before you stepped on causing him to lift his head.
‘You took my daughter.’ You stated, he smiled before he noticed you run your finger over the tools that had been left behind.
‘I want to know where she is.’ You told him, he scoffed.
‘I’m not going to tell you.’ He replied, you raised an eyebrow.
‘Fine, but I’m sure your boss would love to have your carved up lifeless body delivered onto their doorstep.’ You told him as you picked up the dull scalpel.
Ten minutes later you looked at his bloody body, who was breathing shallow before you placed the tool down and sighed. Turning you left the room and marched away, meeting Sean and Eliot at the opened door. They looked at you shocked before you lifted your head, telling them the address.
‘My men will get her, you need to tidy yourself up.’ Sean said, you looked down and noticed the blood that had stained your clothes and feet.
‘I promise she’ll come back safe.’ He said, you looked at him before nodding and slowly made your way to the bathroom.
‘Mummy.’ Harper called out, you quickly hurried over to her. Sean following behind her watching as you dropped to your knees, cupping her face checking to see if she was okay.
‘Oh baby, I’m sorry.’ You told her, placing a kiss on her forehead, pulling her into a hug slicking down.
‘I’m okay mummy.’ She said, you let out a breath.
‘I know you are but mummy just missed you that’s all.’ You told her, she bent forward and rested her head against yours.
‘Who’s the man?’ Harper asked, suddenly you remembered about Sean, who was standing watching you both.
‘Do you remember the story I always told you before bedtime?’ You quizzed her, she nodded.
‘Yeah, you met your Prince Charming and he’s my daddy.’ She said, you chuckled lightly and nodded.
‘Yeah,’ you brushed some of her hair out her face, ‘He is my Prince Charming.’ You told her, Harper looked at you before looking at Sean.
‘Come on let’s get you cleaned up and then we can read a book.’ You told her, she let out a small sigh as you glanced at Sean again who nodded, before you picked her up and followed him up the stairs.
You entered the bathroom that he had opened a door to before you kept Harper close as you switched the water on and let it fall into the large tub.
‘I’ll give you some alone time.’ He said, you nodded and he turned away.
‘Sean?’ You called out, he quickly turned back to you.
‘Thank you.’ You stated, he nodded before drawing the door over behind him, you stuck your hands under the shower.
‘You ready baby?’ You asked her, she nodded tiredly into your neck before you set her on the ground.
‘Have a warm shower then something to eat and then we can sleep.’ You talked to her as you helped remove her clothes.
‘I’m not hungry.’ She said, you nodded.
‘That’s fine, I’ll just read you a story.’ You said.
‘You should get some sleep.’ Sean spoke from the doorway, he had checked in on the pair of you five minutes before making sure you had everything for Harper to be settled.
‘I can’t.’ You admitted, he walked into the bedroom, you moved over allowing him to sit next to you.
‘Every time I close my eyes she isn’t here.’ You told him, he reached over and took your hand giving it a gentle squeeze.
‘I’ll watch her, I’ll watch you.’ He said, turning your head you made eye contact with him.
‘You will?’ You asked, he nodded before leaning forward pressing a kiss to your forehead.
‘I’ll even let you use me as a pillow.’ He commented, you chuckled before leaning into him, falling into the old ways easily.
‘It was my father wasn’t it?’ Sean asked suddenly, you lifted your head but kept running your hand over Harpers head.You didn’t respond to him so he had his answer.
‘Why did you listen to him?’ He asked.
‘Come on Sean, you know if he didn’t want me near you I wouldn’t have been.’ You replied.
‘He wouldn’t harm you.’ He said, you raised an eyebrow.
‘Not physically but look how he kept you way from your daughter.’ You said, gesturing to Harper who was still sleeping soundly.
‘I’m not letting you go again.’ He admitted, you made eye contact with him.
‘Sean.’ You said.
‘No, he’s dead I can piss of his ghost all I want but I am not leaving the two of you again.’ He said adamantly, resting a hand on your back .
Waking up you stretched opening your eyes before looking to the bed that was missing Harper. you sat p quickly, before pushing yourself up.
‘Harper?’ You called out, looks around the room your heartbeat quickening. Turning on your heels you made your way down the stairs.
‘Have you –‘ the sentence died in your throat when you saw Sean hand her a plate of golden pancakes.
‘She was hungry.’ He said, harper turned to you and smiled widely.
‘Sean’s making me pancakes.’ She said, you let out a deep breath, rubbing your hands over your face.
‘Pancakes, I haven’t had Sean’s pancakes in years.’ You said, making your way over.
‘Why?’ She asked, you froze as you pulled out your seat.
‘I had to go away for work and this is the first time I’ve saw Sean for a long time.’ You explained, sen placed a plate in front of you.
‘Did you miss him?’ She asked you, you nodded picking the fork and knife up.
‘Yes.’ You replied.
‘Why didn’t you come back?’ She asked, you lowered your head.
‘I wanted to but I promised someone I wouldn’t come back.’ You said.
‘So I wouldn’t of saw daddy?’ She asked, you glanced at Sean who was trying to hide a smile.
‘No you would’ve, you would’ve been older but I wouldn’t of stepped the pair of your meeting.’ You said, she was chewing on the pancakes.
‘Eat your pancakes up.’ Sean told you, you looked at him before giving a mock salute which caused Harper to chuckle beside you.
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Would you stop bleeding on my couch? Sean Wallace imagine
A/N: I’m sorry, this took me forever to get to writing, mostly because I haven’t gotten around to watching Gangs of London to the end, and I just had exams and have been overwhelmed by life. But I am actually proud of this very finished imagine (Which is ironic for a blog called half-finished-fics, but what can I say? ALSO I kinda played fast and loose with the timeline/storyline. Please request different characters if you'd like, and thank you to @screechingdreamercollectorsblog for requesting, and to the anon who was pushing me to write it. I’m slow okay? But worth it? Hopefully? I hope you enjoy, do tell me if you do, or don’t. :) - Em
Sean woke up uncomfortable feeling first the burning pain on his shoulder. Everything came back to him, the ambush, him getting dragged off to a random car. He remembered fading in and out of consciousness, drinking some whiskey to dull the pain. Getting sown together in a dingy bathroom. He opened his eyes and looked around, not remembering where he was, and how long he had been there. He knew his family was probably freaking out. He was a little freaked as well. He looked around the small apartment and did not recognise any of it which made him nervous. He made an attempt to sit up, but groaned in pain as he did so. He heard something from the other room and tried to fumble around for his gun but found nothing. He raised his fists as best he could as the other person walked to the living room. He furrowed his eyebrows when he found a woman standing there, she looked vaguely familiar but not really. She looked at him annoyed which made him keep his guard up.
“Would you relax, so you can stop bleeding on my couch. Which you are replacing by the way.” She said annoyed crossing her arms, he looked at her even more confused feeling weird about being scolded by this woman he did not know. She had saved his life but he knew that was not a guarantee that she was on his side. He was not sure anyone was anymore.
“Who, the fuck are you?” He spat in his normal demanding voice, if she was going to be rude he could be too, and he needed to know who she was, and where she had put his phone so he could at least tell his family that he was okay. She rolled her eyes at him but walked closer to him, clearly inspecting his wounds while doing so.
“Relax. I worked for your dad, and you. Not usually a nurse, but strange times.” She said sarcastically, he was still unsure about her, but saw no reason for her to lie right away, at least if he could get home to his family soon, he would be sure to pay her off and that would be the end of it. As long as she did not torture him and he did not tell her too much he should be good. Well, more so when he found the motherfucker who had shot him.
“You ripped your stitches, dickhead.” She said annoyed lifting up his bandage and he hissed a little in pain but looked at her annoyed.
“Well, sorry for sitting up and being defensive, seeing as I woke up somewhere I don’t know without my phone, with a stranger.” He said sarcastically and she scoffed at him which he took a little offence too, no one dared to speak and behave like this around him, yet if she worked for them, she must know who he was and what he was. Meaning she was either bold or just daft, he was betting the ladder. She sighed and got up, reaching her hand out to him.
“Come on. Let’s get you stitched up before you bleed out on my couch.” She said and he looked at her and before she nodded and got down so he could put his arm around her, and she help carry him to the bathroom. She stitched him up in silence after cleaning the wound once again. He recognised the bathroom from the haze and was fed some more whiskey. She started talking again when she was putting the wrapping on it.
“Your phone’s in the kitchen. Took us a little time to crack the code, but I got your mums number and called her, she knows you’re here and alive, for now, told your brother too.” She said calmly now, and he looked at her as she was gently putting the bandage on his wound, if it did not hurt so much he would have thought it would be nice to be treated like this.
“Come on, back on couch, and if you bleed on it one more time. I’m ripping your stitches. K?” She said annoyed he chuckled a little at how she was treating him. He was used to getting respect so it was almost amusing seeing her like that. He laid back down on the couch and groaned a little in pain but did quickly get comfortable. She went to the kitchen for a bit and brought them both back a sandwich which he gladly ate.
“So, you’ve been out for two days. And yeah, your mother and brother knows you’re here. We’ll move you as soon as they know it’s safe and you can move without ripping up your shoulder.” She said and he nodded taking in the information.
“And then, you’re paying for my new couch.” She said with a confident smirk and he chuckled a little amused at her. She raised her eyebrows and looked him her judgingly.
“I’m sorry, am I amusing you. You’re paying for that couch. I liked that couch.” She said sarcastically maybe even defensively he still could not wipe the smirk off his face, it had been years since someone dared talk to him like that.
“You are amusing. Because either you don’t know who I am and who you’re insulting. Or you do know, and you’re just daft.” He said and she huffed out a breath annoyed and crossed her arms.
“Oh, I know fully well who you are. Sean Wallace, son of Finn Wallace, ceo of the Wallace coperation, and the London underworld.” She said ending in a sarcastic smile. He raised an eyebrow interested in her response.
“Then you know the last person who disrespected me got beat into a pulp before getting a bullet in his brain.” He said ending with a smirk, she leaned closer to him from her seat across from him, like she was gonna tell him a secret, then she smirked.
“I know. But seeing as you ripped your stitches from sitting up a moment ago, I would love to see you try. Besides, it’s clearly been too long since someone verbally wooped your ass.” She said ending with a sarcastic smirk which was getting on his nerves already. He could not wait till he was well enough to get away from this annoying woman.
“Can you at least tell me who you are?” He asked it being clear now that she did know who he was she just did not care, which was not a good sign. If his own employees were disrespecting him like this, he imagined the other gang leaders were following suit. He wanted so badly to not screw up his fathers legacy, and he already felt like a screw up and then all of this added pressure, he did not need this girl he did not know being annoying with him right now. She just scoffed at him and leaned back.
“Yeah, right. So you can know my name and address? No thanks. You’re probably gonna get me murdered or something.” She said crossing her arms defensively saying it in a matter of factly tone. Sean sighed and decided to be a little open with her.
“Look, unless you try and torture me and infiltrate my life to get information, I can’t really justify using the kind of money it would cost to have someone kill you and clean up afterwards. Okay, luv?” He said earnestly, she looked like she was considering it, but she was still clearly on the defence. But she sighed and uncrossed her arms.
“Promise not to murder me?” She said a little defeated Sean almost chuckled a little at that. Contrary to popular belief and his recent interrogations about his fathers killer, he did not just go around killing people left and right.
“Don’t torture me or sell information about me to the police, and then I promise.” He said calmly and she chuckled a little at how absurd she realised this kind of conversation was.
“Fine. My names Y/N.” She said sounding a little defeated in giving up this information. Sean smiled a little feeling like he had at least won a little bit of their conversation.
“Well, Y/N, could you get me my phone? I need to get some business in order.” He said and she sighed and nodded before getting up. She walked to the kitchen and back about to hand him the phone before she stopped and he looked at her annoyed both of them knowing fully well he could not just reach for it in his current position.
“For the record, I’m not your servant. So, it’s please, and thank you, got it?” She said annoyed and Sean chuckled a little, he kind of like her. She was definitely bold, and she did not give a shit about how she talked to him. She had spunk. It had been a while since he had met someone who had spunk like that. At least in front of him. He nodded and she gave in and handed him the phone.
“Thank you.” He said a little mockingly as she walked away she flipped him off before entering the kitchen not even turning around. He called his mother to asses the situation. Sadly he was told it would probably be a while since he could be moved to the safehouse and even then it would be risky to move him. No one knew about Y/N, she was after all just a nobody who worked for him who had been at the wrong place at the wrong time. She was pretty safe for the time being. Not that he minded having to spend more time with the woman, she was definitely interesting, in a disrespectful kind of way.
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“Would you quit your whining?” She said annoyed after Sean groaned for the tenth time that day from shifting from his lying position. She was sat at her desk clearly doing something else, but he could not help that he was in pain and her stupid couch was uncomfortable. So he found himself annoyed and glaring at her.
“I’m sorry, is my pain from my bullet wound annoying you?” He hissed annoyed at her nagging. He sometimes found her sarcasm a little intriguing, but after three days cooped up in her tiny apartment, they were both getting on each other nerves. She smiled at him a little kindly and he sighed a little relieved hoping to finally get an ounce of sympathy from the woman.
“Thank you, it is rather annoying.” She said sarcastically and he groaned in annoyance once again, she glared at him annoyed now.
“You could be a bit more considerate since it was less than a week ago I had a bullet in my shoulder!” He said annoyed and she just sighed and looked at him annoyed.
“Well, you snore, a lot. So I guess we’re both making sacrifices here.” She said and he groaned once again in annoyance at her. There was no winning with her. He had been there for a few days and they had done nothing but bicker. It was seriously frustrating.
“Could you stop being a bitch for two seconds! I’m sorry I groan every now and then, but I have been on this couch for a few days and I am uncomfortable. It might have something to do, with the fact that I have home made stitches in my shoulder!” He yelled at her his anger reaching its peak. He knew it was wrong after he said it call her a bitch, but it was all too much right now.
“Fuck off. I’m doing you a massive favour hiding you here. If you could stop being a prick for two seconds and actually be a little grateful towards the woman who saved bloody life, and is currently regretting that decision!” She said back through her teeth clearly annoyed as well. He huffed in anger and tired to turn away from her she just groaned in anger and left the apartment to get some fresh air.
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Billy came by the apartment and smiled at Sean, bringing some clothes for him. He smiled at his brother and chatted with him for a bit. A little annoyed that he was risking his life to get him a clean pair on knickers. But glad to see him, really glad.
“By the way, Y/N, the girl you’re staying with love her. I was by one of the days you were out. She is the best.” He said and Sean looked at his brother confused, what woman had he met? And had she switched places with the one he was cooped up with.
“Who are you talking about? That girl, hates my guts, and does nothing but bitch about me existing in her space. She is getting on my nerves.” He said honestly and Billy just chuckled a little.
“You’ve just forgotten how real people behave around each other when they’re not scared of disrespecting each other and their territory.” He said and Sean rolled his eyes at him, but still smiled a little.
“You’ll get along. You’re probably gonna have to stay here for a good while anyway.” Billy said and Sean looked at him surprised.
“What? Why?” He said a little worried and Billy was clearly a little taken back by this.
“Relax. I thought mum told you. She is just worried so says it’ll be a few weeks at least before she’s even thinking about moving you to our safehouse. Guess you’re gonna have to get used to Y/N.” He said with a small smile, and Sean sighed at him a little annoyed at this news. He barely wanted to spend another minute let alone weeks with this girl.
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He got better within the week, and started getting up and walking around a little. He tried to be nicer to the girl since he was stuck with him for a while. He walked into the kitchen when she was cooking one day and smiled a little leaning against the counter.
“It’s good that you’re up and about.” She said casually, but clearly in a natural, which he found a bit frustrating.
“Look, I am trying to be nice here. I know this situation is not ideal, but could we please just try to get the best out of it?” He pleaded a little, he was at the end of his line with being nice and being met with sarcasm. She sighed still having her back turned away from him, but she took a moment before turning to look at him.
“Yeah. Sorry. I really don’t like people in my space, especially bleeding on my couch and bathroom. And even less in longer periods of time. I have lived alone for a long time, I like my space just so, and you’re kinda, disrupting that.” She said honestly not looking him in the eye. He smiled a little, that was perfectly reasonable. Maybe a little too reasonable, but she had so far given him no reason not to trust her. He even saw her get ready for work in the morning and saw the employee badge. It all seemed real.
“That’s alright. I know I have a bit of a short fuse too, but you are stuck with me. So just tell me what to do. And maybe disrupting your rutine a bit won’t be too bad.” He said smirking a little and she rolled her eyes at him.
“Too far.” She said and he chuckled a little glad he could still push her buttons. She turned back to cooking their dinner.
“By the way, on top of the couch you are also either giving me a raise, or helping pay for food, you eat so much. And stop touching my maltesers!” She said with a small smirk but clearly meaning the last part. He chuckled a little amused and put up his good hand trying to convey innocence.
“Okay, a raise or reimbursement, got it. But I’m not the one who ate your maltesers.” He said trying to convince her. It was him, but he would not admit that. For some reason he found it a bit emasculating that he liked sweets. He was a big strong, badass, gangster and leader of the London underworld. Sweets did not exactly fit his image. He saw that he had clearly failed to convince her, when she snorted.
“Sure. I mean it’s not like there is only two people in this apartment! How are you a mafia boss? You’re a terrible liar.” She said looking at him almost a little baffled at the end. He looked at her a little amused but did take offence to her last comment.
“Shut up. I’m an excellent liar.” He said daring her to tell him otherwise. He knew fully well he could lie like it was nothing. She scoffed again and crossed her arms at him walking a bit closer.
“Riiiight. And what was I exactly supposed to believe right there? We are the only people in this apartment. I know I didn’t take them. Which leaves one other person. What was I supposed to think, that the tooth fairy took them?” She said sarcastically and he chuckled a little and shrugged.
“Well, maybe it’s because it isn’t about something important.” He said and she raised an eyebrow at him clearly getting an idea.
“Okay, try me then? Lie to me.” She said challenging him, he found it a bit intriguing and amusing but took the challenge and stepped a little closer to her.
“It gotta be a little personal, the best lies are. So for example. I would do this.” He said with a smirk, before using his good hand to trace down from her shoulder to her hand before gently grabbing it and lifting it just a bit. He then looked into her eyes at she looked at him a bit shocked but he just smirked, she had asked him to lie to her.
“I think you’re the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. And I really wanna kiss you.” He said slowly and not too high of a volume, but still above a whisper. She looked at him a little stunned but then he pulled back and smirked, a little too proud of himself.
“See? I’m an excellent liar.” He said and she just rolled her eyes at him finally being pulled from her little daze. It was a little intriguing to him that he could make her behave that way.
“Whatever. I could totally tell you were lying.” She said clearly just trying to cover up how weird that had made her feel, he chuckled a little.
“Right.” He said dragging the word out laughing a little at her as looked at him annoyed.
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They did start getting along a lot more. He helped out around the house as best as he could with his shoulder. They seemed to naturally develop their own little rutine around each other. She was still sarcastic and annoying and not taking any of his shit. But it was growing on him a little. He found himself liking that he could annoy her so easily, and she could annoy him so easily. It was like she had direct access to his brains annoyance center. But he liked pushing her buttons, and it was becoming more and more in a joking manner. He was not exactly the type to have friends, but after a week and a half with her, he would not mind calling her that. She was funny and threw popcorn in his face if he disagreed with her or talked during a movie. They had also taken to pushing each other lightly when other was being annoying, of course both being conscious of his still healing shoulder. As time passed and they found themselves more and more at ease in each others company. He almost felt a little awkward having to sit shirtless in front her as she rinsed his wound and put a new bandage on it. It felt almost intimate, which they had not been anywhere near since he had lied to her. It was a lie, or at least back then it was. She was funny, annoying but still, and sweet, and playfull almost. He clearly liked her company, and he liked that she was not afraid of him at all. She was pretty too. He found himself more and more admiring her eyes and smile and the way her hair flowed and especially started noticing when she would walk around the apartment in those tight yogapants on the weekends. He tried to shake all of those thoughts from his head. She tried to stop herself from looking at his shirtless body, it was not like she did not notice, she had needs and she was not blind. But he was also annoying as hell, and a rich prick. But he was also annoyingly sweet sometimes, and funny and he was annoying but there was something weirdly and much to her dismay endearing about how he liked pushing her buttons. As they had spent a lot more time together and learned each others rutines and stuff it was obvious whenever he was annoying now that it was on purpose. And there was something a little thrilling about him, she did not know if it was just her old and she hoped dormant attraction to a little bad boys, or if there was just something about how easily it was for her to get under his skin. It was almost in a sadistic way fun for them to get under each others skin just a little. Besides he was great looking which was hard to avoid with a guy you lived with. His stubbles, his clear blue eyes, his dimples, she had seen him at the office and while there was something about seeing him in his tailored suits his much more casual clothes along with his gold watch was still something she found annoyingly attractive. But she tried to push that thought to the back of her head.
After a month living in her apartment, they were sitting on the couch watch telly when the door opened revealing Sean’s mother, she smiled at Y/N and then Sean. Y/N looked to Sean confused, but he just shrugged signally that he did not know his mother was coming by.
“We found out who tried to shoot you. They’re tied up right now. We can go home love.” Marian said relieved and glad to see her other son unharmed and safe. Sean nodded with a smile, a little excited to go home and sleep in his own bed.
“That’s good mom. I’ll pack and we can go.” He said and she smiled as he got up to pack she turned towards Y/N who stood up feeling a little out of place now, but Marian just smiled at her kindly.
“I cannot thank you enough for keeping Sean safe. I hope he was not too much trouble. I don’t know how we can ever repay you. But know that you are always welcome in our home if you need anything.” She said taking her hands in hers and looking Y/N in the eyes clearly meaning every word. Marian would do anything to keep her sons safe, and this woman had helped with that. Y/N just smiled and nodded.
“Thank you. No worries. He was a little annoying in the beginning but he has grown on me. Besides, he knows what he owes me.” She said a little amused and the last part a little louder making sure Sean heard it. Sean chuckled as he shook his head at her. She had kept reminding him. He packed the last things before meeting his mother and Y/N in the hall.
“Yeah yeah, couch and a raise, I know.” He said feigning annoyance but smiled fondly at her, she just chuckled and Marian looked between then a little confused but said nothing.
“Because I don’t want to forget it.” She said a little sarcastically, and he chuckled a little once again.
“Oh, I am not gonna miss that.” He said and she rolled her eyes a little but kept her smile on her face. He smiled at her earnestly now and looked her in the eyes.
“But seriously, thank you, for everything. However reluctantly you did safe my life. So thank you.” He said earnestly, she blushed a little not knowing how to handle him serious all of a sudden, she stood there for a moment clearly happy about how grateful they were not used to being thanked like this. She ended up shoving him lightly out of instinct and just not know how to handle this serious side of him.
“You’re welcome. At least now I can have my maltesers in peace.” She said trying to deflect how weird and awkward and like a school girl with a crush he had just made her feel. He chuckled a little and shook his head, before leaving with his mother.
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They both got back to their normal lives. He started noticing her now that he could go back to the office and they would smile at each other if they did see each other but never talk. It was like an unspoken agreement, that he had his life and she had hers, even if they had both put it on pause for a little month. He somehow missed her couch a little, when he got back to his own bed, it was somehow too soft and he tossed and turned trying to get comfortable in it again. She in turn found herself thinking something sarcastic and turned to say it to him, but stopped herself when she realised it had been a reflex and he was not there anymore. She texted him a picture of her new couch which he had transferred money for. He sent her a smiley back, but they never took it further. He was back in his life. Trying to run a business and a gang while trying to figure out who killed his father. He had too much on his plate, and he definitely did not need anyone knowing there was any more people he cared the slightest about. She hated to admit it, but she was missing him, her small apartment somehow feeling empty without him there. So when she found his shirt with her laundry she first tossed it to a chair nearby thinking she could return it whenever. But that night when she could not fall asleep, missing even his stupid snores, she grabbed the shirt and found herself calmed a little by the familiar scent. He found a black t-shirt that was too small for him, so he figured it was hers he must have grabbed in his haste to pack. He first thought nothing of it but when he could not sleep at night, he found himself reaching for it, it was so familiar now, and somehow calming. He did miss her, and he knew it was stupid and irrational, but he found himself not being able to concentrate and one night he simply had enough. He did not care that it was the middle of the night he got in his car and drove to her apartment, knocking on her door. She opened it and looked at him confused.
“Sean?” She asked and he smiled a little.
“What are you doing here? It’s one in the morning. I have work tomorrow. For your company.” She said sarcastically and he could not help but smile a little more that. He had missed her voice, and her stupid sarcasm.
“Honestly? I fucking missed you. I just, I have so much to do, between work for the company and the other side of it, on top of trying to find out who killed my dad. And yet, I missed you. So much.” He said earnestly but honestly just a little frustrated with himself. She smiled a little and leaned against her doorframe.
“And who says I missed your ass?” She said challenging him and he smirked a little at her for doing that right now. But he looked her over and grinned a little.
“Well for one, that looks like one of my shirts.” He said and she looked down having not realised that was the t-shirt she had grabbed to sleep in. She looked back at him embarrassed but he was looking at her so annoyingly proud. He did like that she had clearly missed him too, why else would she wear his shirt to bed. He liked it on her.
“That proves nothing.” She said crossing her arms in protest refusing like always to let him just win. He stepped forward a little confident, so they stood pretty closely.
“Right. Remember when you told me to lie to you?” He asked and she looked him in the eyes a little shocked. She had tried not to think about that day. She did, but she tried not to.
“What about it?” She asked clearly some cracks in her sarcastic demeanour which he was proud of that he could do still.
“It’s not a lie anymore.” He said looking at her earnestly. He meant it and he wanted to see if she felt the slightest same way. Her eyes widened a little she was surprised by this but tried to gather herself again.
“So what are you gonna do about it?” She asked not really knowing how to respond and just said the first thing that came to mind. He smirked and got closer to her.
“Well, if you’ll let me. This.” He said before gently putting his hand on her cheek. They looked into each other eyes trying to read the other. Before he finally saw no objection and leaned down letting his lips meet hers. It was gentle at first but soon they both started pulling each other closer wanting more. She walked backwards slowly and he slammed the door behind her, not pulling away from her. He might have been disoriented when he first woke up on her couch, but that was nothing to how she was currently clouding all of his thoughts, but this time, he was not complaining.
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I Want To Understand-Sean Wallace x Reader
(GIF credit to @brody75)
Tags: @fumbling-fanfics
Summary: Being engaged to Sean Wallace was never going to be easy, and the man himself had chosen a strong, determined woman. When she finds out about the amount of secrets he's keeping, she's not afraid to confront him.
Characters: Sean Wallace x Reader
Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name
Warnings: Swearing, arguing, fluff, sexual tension
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Bringing the wine glass up to my lips, I frowned when I realised I had drank its contents. I sighed loudly before forcing myself to head to the kitchen and open another bottle. It was the second one of the evening, though I wasn't planning on getting drunk. I just needed a drink after all the information I had been given. Instead of heading back to the sofa, I stood by the floor to ceiling window, looking over London as the sun slipped away, lights illuminating the city before we were in complete darkness.
There seemed no point in forgetting what I had been told. And it was also hard to forget about it when I was staring at my fiancé's family building. He had to be on his way here, he would be furious with me. Especially since I had left his family home and returned to my apartment...well, our apartment that he owned and paid for.
Just as I had expected, I heard the door open, and a slam soon after before quick footsteps echoed out. I didn't bother turning around, already seeing Sean in the reflection of the glass.
"Why didn't you tell me where you were?" He exclaimed.
His tone wasn't angry like I thought it would be, it was worried. I could see him standing behind me, and I thought he would start yelling, but instead, he gently wrapped his arms around my waist, his head resting in the crook of my neck and shoulder. Oh god, this was going to be harder than I thought.
"I had to get out of that house." I mumbled, placing one of my hands over his that was covering my abdomen.
"You should have text or called me. I was worrying about you."
"I'm sorry, I am Sean. But...I felt that I was being kept out of the loop, like everyone knew what was going on and I was made to look like an idiot."
Sean stood up straight, turning me around to face him. He saw the wine glass, taking it from me and setting it down on the coffee table behind us.
"No one thought that of you."
"But they do Sean! I know it's been extremely hard since your dad passed, everything has been handed down to you so unexpectedly. But you can't hide everything from me. I'm going to be your wife, I need to know what's going on."
"That's the thing. You don't need to know."
I scoffed, shoving his hands away from me."Don't patronise me. I know how you think and vice versa. Which is why I'm confused that you're no longer speaking to me about these things."
Now I could see the anger in his eyes."Because it's business, and you have no part in it."
"I'm not asking you to tell me every little detail, I know I wouldn't have a clue what you're on about. But Sean, you're not even speaking to me like a partner should. I can't remember the last time we had a conversation that wasn't about the current situation, or that was longer than two minutes!"
"What else is there to talk about?"
"You could ask me how I'm feeling!" I yelled."You could ask me what I think about all of this, if I feel frightened, or-or...I don't know, just say something to me!"
He pinched the bridge of his nose, other hand on his hip."Because you don't understand how this business works, I can't discuss it with you! There would be more questions asked than answered, and I don't have time for it."
I threw my hands up in the air, laughing but with no humour behind it."We've hit the nail on the head then. You don't have time for me anymore."
"You're changing the topic."
"No, I'm adding another point to my argument. I've seen other wives with their gangster husbands, and they all seem to know what's happening or at least feel loved by them all the time. It's like I'm the new girlfriend who no one wants to even glance at cause they're not sure if I'm trustworthy."
"No one thinks that. You're paranoid, you're overreacting."
I shook my head, brushing past him."I'm going to bed if you're not going to listen to me."
He grabbed my forearm, and I thrashed against him until he shook me."Don't walk away from this."
"It's not nice, is it?" my lip turned up, eyes glaring into his.
His grip loosened, hand travelling down my arm to hold my hand. I looked away from him, hating how conflicted this made me feel.
"Please sit down with me, I want to fix this."
I retracted my hand from his, crossing my arms over my chest as I sat on the sofa. He sat down close to me, and I couldn't even shuffle away from him. It was so tempting to fall into his arms, forget how infuriated I was. But I had to stand my ground, I had to make my offer and tell him what I wanted from him.
"So," I started,"how are we doing this?"
"Just talk to me."
I looked down at me hands, playing with my exquisite engagement ring."I didn't suddenly want to find out about what you've been up to. It's been building up for months. I've been sat on the sidelines wondering why you're angry, why you're sad, or where a new bruise or scar has come from. And when I'm not able to help you, to comfort you, I feel useless."
He went to speak but I held up my finger to stop him.
"And it's not just that. You know I have friends who are dating or married to your colleagues. They talk. Sometimes they bring up current affairs in the workplace, not that they know a lot, but they know enough to understand. It's embarrassing, I just sit there and wait until it's over. And then those who are just snobby bitches can gossip about how Sean Wallace's fiance doesn't have the capacity to keep up with the life she has chosen."
"I never want you to feel that way. And I can assure you that those women aren't finding out everything from their husbands."
"They're still being told something."
"(Y/N), remember when we spoke about this before?"
I nodded.
Sean placed one of his hands on my thigh, leaning in."I want to protect you, I need to. When I first saw you, I couldn't believe how gorgeous you were, and then you started talking to me and...well, I was fucked really, wasn't I?"
I giggled, savouring the small smile that Sean had. Turning my head towards him, I didn't realise how close we were, meaning our foreheads were touching.
He continued."I hadn't thought about love until I met you, you know that. Business was always number one. And it seems that I've let it slip back to that. I tell you nothing, because that means nothing will be on your mind twenty-four-seven like mine. It's not always a nice world."
"I know. But how am I supposed to have any courage or sense to prepare me for this world, when I know nothing of it?"
He smirked."You're so fucking stubborn."
"Says you."
"Where are we going from here then?"
I sat up straight."You, are going to start letting me in more. You are going to actually speak to me when you come home-"
"I do-"
"You don't Sean. Be real here."
"I'm sorry for that. Carry on."
I finally smiled, liking the dominance."Again, I just want to know if you're safe or not. And also, Sean..."
"Yes?"
My voice lowered, head tilting to the side."When's the last time you fucked me?"
He smirked."What?"
"I'm being serious."
"Well..." his cocky facade disappeared, a confused expression replacing it."Shit, I can't remember."
"Exactly."
He said nothing, quickly leaning in, his hand reaching up for my face. I grabbed it, not moving away from him, with our lips not so far apart. I had the power again, and it felt amazing.
"You think you can work your way back in so easily? I don't think so babe."
I playfully shoved him back, before leaving him flustered on the sofa.
"And what do you expect me to do with this?" He called out, gesturing to his crotch.
"I think you know how to sort it out yourself."
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Dating Sean Wallace:
spoilers!!
helloo loves!! i tried something new and i really hope you like it. i promise i will write Sean more as soon as i can and i also have to finish Gangs of London soo if this is not quite accurate with the show, i'm really sorry but i just tried!!
enjoy xx
you two met a long time ago at a business dinner with your families when none of you was too interested in this
Sean stole a champagne bottle and you sat on the balcony, talking and laughing, forgetting about the boring adults next door
Finn and Marian loved you, you were just like a daughter for them
also, Billy became attached to you like you are his own blood
and Sean...well, you had him at your little fingers but he wasn't showing it too much
you were devastated to hear about Finn's death
but you never showed it too much so you can be there for them, especially for Sean
he became so desperate to find out who killed Finn that nothing else mattered to him
and at first you were worried for him
you tried to take care of him, to be there for him and he constantly pushed you away despite everything you tried
you managed to hide the pain everytime he rejected you
until you became angry
it's been months and he's away in his mind even when he's next to you
you just don't feel like your Sean is there anymore
"I'm leaving" You said to him once he get home in the middle of the night
he was exhausted, drained off and inside he knew that the only thing that is keeping him sane right now is you
and coming back home to watch you sleeping peacefully at his chest
so your words hurt him, but he just glared at you
"Leave me then"
you really left that night and you moved back to your parents house
and you cried yourself to sleep every bloody night
"Fuck you, Sean Wallace!" you keep screaming, but you were dying inside just to see him again
you couldn't sleep or eat properly because of all the worries you had for him
in the first days Billy called and texted you nonstop, but days passed by and he stopped eventually
one day, you dared to thought that you'll be just fine without Sean
but then your mom answered the phone...
and you heart skipped a beat in your chest when you heard that he got shot
you cried the whole ride to the hospital and your whole body was shacking
when you get there and they didn't want to let you in, you started screaming and Billy and your father barely managed to hold you back
your thoughts were killing you, thinking that the last time you talked to him it was for a stupid fight that it doesn't even matter anymore
the next morning, you just took a sip of coffee and despite of everyone tries, you couldn't eat anything
"Anyone for Sean Wallace? He's awake...And he said that he wanna see [Y/N] [Y/M/N]"
you slowly walked into his hospital room, your eyes still wet and hands still shacking as you watch him, stading on the bed with a bandage, almost covering his whole face
"My love..." his voice is raspy and weak and it only made you cry harder as you grab his hand and place some kisses on it
"I'm here, Sean. I'm so sorry...I shouldn't..."
"No...It's not your fault, love."
you place your head on his hand, quickly thanking God for him and his life
"It's my fault...I knew...I knew it that I am nothing without you. Now you know it too."
"I'm here now and I'm not leaving you again." You manage to smile after days of forgetting how this feels like and you hold his cold hand in yours
"Good" He said and slowly lifting your wrist to kiss it. "Because I'm not letting you go ever again."
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Eu e o Tayler temos uma filha de 4 anos. As vezes ele trabalha demais, mas ele é um bom pai, eu não tenho do que reclamar, está sempre presente, e faz tudo por nós duas.
A Liz é a cópia do pai, e ele fica todo bobo com isso.
Hoje é o primeiro dia de aula dela na escola, o Tayler participou de todo o processo, compras do material, matrícula e tudo mais, mas teria que ir pro estúdio gravar uma música hoje. Quando eu falei pra ele o dia que começaria as aulas, ele na mesma hora disse que iria sair mais cedo e passava aqui pra pegar nós duas.
Arrumei minha filha, ela estava animada, era uma novidade pra ela. Eu estava com medo dela chorar querendo o Tayler ou eu, de se machucar, preocupação de mãe.
Escutei a buzina do lado de fora e ela correu pro colo do pai assim que eu abri a porta...
Tayler: Esta animada filha?
Liz: Sim, a mamãe disse que vou fazer vários amiguinhos
Tayler: Vai mesmo, mas nada de namoradinhos
S/n: Deixa de ser ciumento Tayler *falo rindo*
Tayler: Só estou cuidando da minha princesa. Que aliás, está muito linda *fala enchendo a bochecha dela de beijos*
S/n: Prontos pra ir?
Liz: Sim
Tayler: Eu não estou nem um pouco *fala e eu acabo rindo*
O Tayler dirigiu até a escola e saímos do carro com ela, meu coração acelerou e eu olhei pro Tayler, parecia que ele estava do mesmo jeito. Vi ele se abaixando e dando um beijo na mão da nossa filha...
Tayler: Filha, se você quiser ir pra casa, não tem problema, o papai te leva e você pode vir outro dia
Liz: Mas eu quero ir papai
Tayler: Tem certeza?
Liz: Sim *fala sorrindo*
S/n: Princesa, se você sentir muito a falta da mamãe ou do papai, pede pra alguém ligar tá?
Liz: Vocês vão vir me buscar juntos também? *fala olhando pra nós dois com os olhos brilhando*
Tayler: Sim, e depois vamos ir tomar sorvete
S/n: Tá bom, está na hora de entrar, se não você vai se atrasar
Liz: Você está chorando mamãe?
S/n: Não amor, foi alguma coisa que caiu no meu olho, já está tudo bem. Eu te amo filha
Tayler: O papai te ama muito Princesa *fala e ela abraça nós dois junto*
Liz: Eu amo vocês papai e mamãe...
Ela entrou na escola e eu senti uma lágrima escorrendo, o Tayler passou o braço pelo meu corpo, me puxando pra ele, e eu me agarrei nele...
Tayler: Nossa filha está crescendo rápido
S/n: Será que o primeiro dia dela vai ser bom? Será que ela vai sentir nossa falta?
Tayler: Amor, ela vai se sair bem. Nossa menina é incrível, vai se sair bem
S/n: Acho que quem não estava preparada pro primeiro dia dela, eramos nós dois
Tayler: É, seria muita loucura ficar aqui esperando até a hora dela sair?
S/n: Acho que sim, vamos pra casa amor
Tayler: Vamos almoçar fora. E depois que buscarmos nossa filha na escola, vamos dar um passeio em família *fala sorrindo e me dá um selinho* Amo você
S/n: Também amo você Tayler...
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Public service announcement!
I am writing some seriously dirty smut about this man.
Are you ready, besties? Because I don't think you're ready for Sean to be THIS much of a beast.
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Violet – Epilogue (7/7)
When Sean finally meets his daughter, you wonder why you ever left him in the first place.
Sean Wallace x fem!reader
Epilogue: 1586 words
Prologue // Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four // Chapter Five
A/N: Here it is!! Some sweet, sweet fluff to wrap up Reader’s, Sean’s and Violet’s story 🥺 Thanks for coming along on this journey y’all and for being genuinely interested in it. I have appreciated every single one of your asks and comments 🧡 Til next time!
Also I do imagine there to be a lil time jump between the last chapter and this one but I leave it unspecified.
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Sean drops tiredly onto the couch as you hover by the door, wishing the babysitter a good night. Letting out a long exhale, he leans his head back to catch a glimpse of you down the hall, admiring the way you looked in the dress you’d chosen to wear for the night.
The event you'd just come back from was run-of-the-mill for him - some iteration of a corporate mixer he’d been to countless times. It wasn’t unfamiliar to you either, having attended these events with Sean way back when. Even so, he did worry if it was a good idea to bring you right back into the midst of it all. It was one thing to have come to terms with the dangers of Sean’s occupation but another to have to physically mingle with the people most involved in said dangers. You hadn’t shown any reservations when he’d asked you to be his date to it, though, and selfishly, he was glad, knowing tonight wouldn’t have been half as bearable if you weren’t there with him.
Now, though, as he sat on the couch and watched you, he wondered what you were thinking after having done it. The last thing he wanted was for you to disappear and take Violet with you. Again.
Sean is jolted out of his thoughts when you turn around and meet his gaze, the babysitter having long gone now. You raise an eyebrow, having clocked the way his brow was furrowed.
“C’mere,” He says lowly, motioning you over.
You comply with a smile, walking over and settling yourself on his lap, kicking your bare feet up on the sofa. He snakes his arms around your waist, pulling you close.
Sean smiles languidly up at you, his eyes taking in your features almost reverently. You tilt your head to the side in silent curiosity, absentmindedly smoothing down the lapels of his suit jacket with your palms.
“What’re you thinking about, hm?”
“You,” He says without missing a beat. “You’re gorgeous, you know.”
You let out a surprised huff but you can’t help the warmth that pools in your chest. Sean smirks, knowing he’s flustered you.
“The most gorgeous woman in the world,” He continues and you take his chin in your hand, your eyes narrowed playfully.
“How much did you have to drink tonight?”
“Not much at all,” He replies, easily escaping your grasp to press a quick kiss to your lips.
You take in a sharp inhale as his mouth trails down your neck and starts nipping at your collarbone. Your fingers rake through his short hair, encouraging him, when he suddenly stops at the junction between your shoulder and neck. With the way his shoulders move up and down, you know he’s trying to stifle a yawn.
You lightly scratch at his scalp, chuckling to yourself, “Don’t start something you can’t finish, love.”
He sighs and sits back against the couch again and you follow him with your body, leaning lazily against him as you rest your arms on his shoulders.
“Let’s go to bed,” You murmur. “It’s been a long night.”
He hums but doesn’t make a move to do so. Instead, he continues to stare fondly at you, making you give him another imploring look.
“Was tonight too much?” He asks quietly.
"What do you mean?”
“Talking to Luan and his cronies didn’t make you want to up and run?”
“Of course not, Sean,” You say softly, sitting up to look at him properly.
“I’ve already made up my mind,” You continue, cupping his cheek. “I’m not going anywhere.”
He gives you a small smile and leans up to kiss you deeply. You melt into it yet again, relishing in the way his arms wrap around your body, before a little voice interrupts the moment, making you both lean apart in surprise.
“Mummy?”
You and Sean both turn your heads and find a pyjama-clad Violet at the bottom of the stairwell, biting her thumbnail nervously.
“What are you doing up, Vi?”
“I can’t sleep.”
You frown sympathetically, knowing she had most likely been waiting for the two of you to come home. You knew she wasn’t a fan of being left with a sitter, especially when it meant that you and Sean were out together without her .
“Come here, love,” Sean tells her and she pads over, climbing onto the couch and snuggling in beside Sean. He removes one of his arms from your waist to wrap around her.
“Why couldn’t you sleep, hm?”
Violet absentmindedly reaches for the hem of your dress, her little fingers playing with the fabric as she shrugs sheepishly.
“I was waiting until you got home.”
You and Sean exchange a knowing look before he turns his full attention back to her and hugs her close.
“Well, we’re home now,” Sean says. “And your mum and I are exhausted. How about I read you a story before we all go to bed?”
Violet nods enthusiastically, “Okay.”
“Alright then,” You say as you stand up, the idea of sleep becoming more appealing by the minute. “Up you get.”
Sean lifts Violet up into his arms with ease and you follow behind as they lead the way up the stairs.
“Can I sleep in your room tonight?” Violet asks, her imploring eyes darting between you and her father.
Before you could gently say otherwise, Sean is nodding his head, “Sure, but just for tonight.”
You roll your eyes at how quick Sean is to appease her but there’s a smile on your face nonetheless.
“Don’t complain when she kicks you in your sleep,” You comment, making Violet pout.
“I don’t kick!”
Your past experience would tell you otherwise but you don’t say anything more, just shaking your head as you enter your bedroom. While you head over to the dresser to put your jewellery away, Sean settles against the headboard, still dressed in his suit, with his arms around Violet who has settled on his lap.
“What was the party like?” Violet asks, looking between the both of you.
“It was very dull,” Sean replies, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Lots of boring old people like me.”
Violet giggles, “You’re not old.”
“Just boring,” You retort with a cheeky smile and Violet gasps mirthfully.
“Mummy!”
“Lots of pretty people, too,” Sean continues. “Like your mum.”
You narrow your eyes at him for retaliating with a compliment and he just grins back at you.
“Don’t you think she looks nice, Vi?”
Violet nods, wide-eyed and honest, “You’re very pretty, mummy.”
You come over to press a kiss on their respective cheeks. “Thank you, you two are very sweet.”
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It’s not long before the three of you are settled in, Violet already fast asleep between the both of you. You observe as Sean watches her, pure adoration in his eyes. It was times like these that made you regret the fact that he’d missed the start of her life and all the milestones that came with it.
He lifts his gaze to meet yours. “It’s overwhelming how much I care about her.”
You smile, knowing just the feeling.
“I want to be good enough,” He murmurs quietly. “For her. For the both of you.”
“We wouldn’t be here if you weren’t, Sean.”
He gives you a grateful look but you know it’ll take more than a few words to fully convince him of that. You knew he worried he’d end up taking after his own father but you'd known him long enough, seen him interact with Violet enough, to know that it was unlikely.
“She loves you, you know.”
He hums, absentmindedly brushing a stray strand of hair off Violet’s forehead face before his gaze lifts back up to meet yours. You hadn’t said it to each other yet but at this point, you both knew. It was inherent in everything you did - including now, curled up in bed with your not-so-baby girl comfortably squished between you. You meant what you’d said to him downstairs. You loved him and you didn’t plan on leaving, not again.
Sean smiles like he could hear the exact thought in your head.
“What?” You whisper.
He finds your hand where it rests on Violet’s side and threads his fingers through yours, his gaze never wavering.
“I love you.”
You blink as you process his words, feeling your heart flutter in your chest. You squeeze his hand in response.
“I love you too.”
*
The next morning, you wake up to an empty bed and the chaotic sounds of Violet and Sean cooking something up in the kitchen downstairs. Snorting in amusement, you pad downstairs and find Sean carrying Violet in one arm while flipping pancakes with the other, the latter rattling off an endless list of foods she thought could be possible pancake toppings.
Your heart warms at the sight of them, Sean cheekily murmuring his own input and making Violet laugh out loud because it was sillier than all her suggestions put together.
All the dangers in the world would be worth it just for them, you think. The thought of threats looming around every corner didn’t rattle you as much anymore - not when Violet looked at Sean like he hung up the moon for her and not when Sean loved you both as fiercely as you loved them.
With your entire being overflowing with affection, you enter the kitchen ready to start your morning with your little girl and the man you loved with your entire heart.
Your family.
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Desk smut for Sean Wallace in his fathers office, like him n his s/o had an argument before a family dinner
Tensions had been high since the moment that you had stepped foot in the Wallace house. You had always suspected that Seans mother never liked you, and the look that she gave you as your car pulled up into the drive way all but confirmed it. No matter what you did, no matter how much you tried to bond with her, you just hadn’t been able to build the connection that Sean so clearly wanted. Family was all he had, he had made that much clear.
And so, after a few glasses of wine as canapes were passed around to the Wallaces and the Dumanis, you took the opportunity to pull your boyfriend to the side. Although chaste kisses in the corridor turned into something more sinister.
“I’m not sure what else I can do Sean?” You hissed, trying to remain calm as he once again asked you to attempt to get on with his family, “It’s clearly not something that I can control.”
His eyes rolled as the conversation went exactly the way that it always did, with the two of you agreeing not to disagree in one way or the other.
“Honestly I’m getting sick of being the only person that seems to be trying,” You spoke, the red wine lowering your inhibitions enough to let you speak your mind, “Every time I’m in a room with that woman it’s like I’ve personally wronged her. It’s like I've done something to personally hurt her and it doesn’t make any sense. I get on well enough with the Dumani’s. Shannon and I are going shopping for rugs next week, and me and Billy get on like a house on fire.”
Sean sighed, his whole body giving off the aura of not wanting to be talking about this even though he was the person who had started talking about his mother.
“You know that my mother isn’t like the Dumani’s. She isn’t even like Billy. She is strong-willed and relies heavily on instinct just as my father did.”
“So what? She thinks that I’m a threat? Her instinct is telling her that there’s something wrong with me?”
“Will you keep your fucking voice down” Sean hissed, the fact that you were only one wall away from the rest of the party being lost on you and he grabbed your arm, pulling you down the corridor into a room you had only been in once before.
You had been allowed into Finn Wallace's study when you had woken up to the sound of music erupting from below you in the middle of the night when you had stayed at the Wallace house. On an evening where you had walked in to find Sean shirtless sitting on the couch and sipping Whiskey, staring at his father's chair with a glare that you had not known was pure unadulterated rage until he had taken it out on you later that evening.
The memory of that night was clearly not lost on him as you glanced behind him to the couch that he had pinned you down on, your eyes moving softly over the hand which had choked you until your release. And although now was probably not the time to be thinking about just how well your boyfriend always fucked you, it did serve to alleviate a bit of the tension.
“Look, I’m sorry that your mum hates me. Really I am. Because I don’t want her to, and I don’t want to spend each family dinner at each other's throats because the man I love’s mother doesn’t accept me. I would do anything to change this--to make this go smoother-- to make her like me even”
He moved closer then, clearly moved by your declaration and the way you had apologised, effectively backing down more than he probably anticipated. Everything was about control with Sean Wallace.
“Anything?” He spoke, his eyes moving across your lips and you couldn’t help but lick them as if he commanded your body as well as your mind. And you nodded, moving closer to him.
“Anything.”
It happened in a second, one of his large hands grabbing your waist and pulling you flush against him, the other holding your face as your lips crashed together.
“Sean..” you whispered, breathless as you glanced at the door, knowing that his family was only on the other side and that his mother hearing your moans would not help the situation at all.
“I’ll keep you quiet,” was all he said as he spun you around, the hand which had been on your waist pushing your back over his fathers desk, the other pushing up your skirt and running softly along your panties before he undid his own belt.
You moved so your back was pressed against his chest, reaching into his trousers and grabbing his erection as his lips met yours. He had always loved the ferocity that accompanied your trysts but this was something else. He held your neck to ensure your face didn’t turn from him, and you pulled him from his pants just enough that he could press inside of you from this awkward angle.
Even twisted like a pretzel this was one of the best sexual experiences you had ever had, his hips moving so deliciously inside of you that you knew you wouldn’t last long, not that you had time. As he manoeuvred you to his will and began pressing inside of you and against your g-spot in a way only a frequent lover knew how you felt yourself building, and you began to lose control.
“F-fuck..” You whispered through moans, his hand moving to cover your lips as you looked up at him innocently, his intense eyes so much that you were turned on even by that,
“Do you want everyone to know what we’re doing in here hm?” He whispered, his lips so closed that his words would be whispered against yours if his hand wasn’t the only thing holding back your euphoria. “You’re worried about my mother liking you and you’re fucking me on my fathers desk? You fucking bad girl.”
He knew you loved it, knew you got off on him calling you bad and you were sure that if the situation permitted it he would have slapped your ass or choked you or both,
“Now I’m going to keep fucking you like this because I love you and I fucking love the way that you make me feel. And after you cum all over my cock, you’re going to go out there and be a good girl all night aren’t you? You’re going to be nice to my mother, and you’re going to behave..”
His hips thrust perfectly inside you with every inflexion, and by the time he asked you to behave you would have done anything he said. Nodding desperately, you moaned quietly against his hand, and he removed it only to hear you whisper, “Yes Sir.”
His hand pressed against you once more as he fucked you in the way only he knew how, his cock so perfect and delicious and he knew your body so well that you didn’t even need to warn him as you were getting close, and a simple whisper of “cum.” was all it took.
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Stage Door ~ Sean Wallace
Requested: No
Warnings: None
Word Count: 2,062
Pairing: Sean Wallace x fem!oc
Summary: When Sean is dragged to the theatre with his family the last thing he expects is to meet a young woman who captures his attention so brilliantly.
A/N: I have so much to say, so please bear with me. First of all, since Gangs of London is now on AMC, I am able to watch it and honestly I have missed seeing Joe Cole on my tv screen. Like I don’t completely understand what’s happening on this show (I’m only on episode 6 - I am behind), but I dig it and mostly because of him. This is written with my OC. I use her name, but there’s no description of her other than the mention that she is Irish, so I’m gonna tag it the way I’m gonna tag it. I doubt anyone is even going to read this. Also it’s written in 3rd person instead of my usual 2nd. Also it takes place before any of the events from the show.
The theatre was the absolute last place that Sean wanted to be that night, but his father had gotten the tickets as a way to make his mother happy, so he couldn’t say no. Sean couldn’t say no to his father about anything really. Going to the theatre on a Friday night was the least of his worries. The lights flickered and Sean looked up, wondering how a fancy theatre in the West End would have flickering lights, but then he noticed everyone else sitting in their seats and ending their idle chatter. Then the lights turned off completely and the curtain rose, the orchestra beginning a slow but strong tune. Sean wasn’t entirely sure what this play was supposed to be about, but his mother had raved about how great it was, so he figured he would try to pay attention.
Paying attention was easier said than done. There was so much going on in just the beginning and Sean was having trouble keeping the different characters straight. All the singing wasn’t really helping either. He desperately wanted to close his eyes, but his mother was right next to him and he didn’t want to disappoint her. When he was sure he could get away with it, he let his head roll back just a bit and he squeezed his eyes shut. This had to be over soon. Sean felt someone squeeze his arm and just as quickly as he closed his eyes, his attention was back on the stage.
And there she was. A simple dress and a timid look on her face as the other actors on the stage surrounded her and sang at her with threatening tones. Sean couldn’t pull his eyes away from her. He watched her fall apart on stage, the scene changing to some shady alleyway and new actors replacing the others, but still just as menacing towards the woman. The timidness that had been on her face previously had melted away to fear to exhaustion to hopelessness. And for the first time since the show had started, the chaos of the stage slowed, and everyone moved away to the wings… everyone except for her. She was alone, still in her simple dress, crumpled on the floor in the middle of the stage. The music carried lightly through the space as she lifted herself up, her arms wrapping loosely around her frame and her voice small as she sang. Sean watched her every move. His eyes trailed over her form, gliding over each and every tiny movement of her head, the rise and fall of her chest as her voice gained power and the music swelled. Sean could feel himself sliding forward in his seat, wanting to be as close to her as he could be. The woman’s voice flooded his senses, and he was finding it difficult to breathe. His chest tightened at the pain in her voice and he briefly wondered how she was able to do all this.
And then it all stopped. Her voice faded out and Sean could breathe again as she stared out into the audience without really seeing them. Everyone around him was applauding, but he couldn’t bring himself to move. He just stared.
The story carried on and her character died, and Sean found himself losing interest now that she was no longer on the stage. It wasn’t until later, at the very end of the production that she came back. He straightened up as she glided onto the stage, still in a simple dress, but this one white, and a serene smile on her face. Her voice was soft and comforting now and if Sean had been different then he may have cried at the feeling she was pulling from his chest.
The curtain fell shut and everyone was on their feet, applauding. Sean stood slowly as he clapped along with the crowd. The curtain rose again, and the cast came out to take their final bows. He searched for her and he found her nestled between her castmates, a small smile on her face as they stepped forward and clasped hands, bowing until the curtain fell on them again. Sean stared at the spot where she had been as everyone filed out around him, his own family lingering by their seats for a moment until his father was approached by a man. He had missed most of the conversation, but snapped to attention when Jac looped her arm with his and started pulling him after Billy and their parents. He leaned down to his sister, “Where are we going?”
She shook her head, a quiet laugh on her lips, “Backstage tour,” she rolled her eyes, “only the best for the Wallace family.”
Sean had never cared much for the theatre, but he was honestly impressed with the backstage. The mechanics of the curtain and the different set pieces was something that did interest him, and he reached out to touch one of the ropes, but stopped when the man’s voice sounded from in front of him,
“Ah and here we have our own Fantine,” he held his arms out and she was there. Sean tensed as he looked her over. She was still in her white dress, and she was still smiling, only now she looked almost shy. The man motioned her forward, “May I present Imogen O’Connor.” She gave a small wave as she looked over each member of the Wallace family. The man continued, “Imogen, this is Finn Wallace, a very influential businessman here in London.”
She held her hand out and Sean’s father kissed her knuckles briefly as he smiled at her, “I have my family here with me.” He turned to the rest of them and motioned to his wife, “My wife, Marian,” then he turned to the children, “my daughter Jacqueline, and my sons, Billy,” Sean’s brother gave her a small smile and a wave, “and Sean.” Her eyes landed on him, and Sean couldn’t breathe again.
She smiled at him before turning to the group again, a familiar lilt to her voice as she addressed them all, “It’s a pleasure to meet you and thank you for coming to the show.” Her eyes fell on Sean again, “I do hope you enjoyed it.” He wanted to open his mouth and tell her that yes, he enjoyed her very much, but her attention was stolen by his mother.
Marian had beamed at the woman, “It was a lovely show, and your performance was spectacular.”
Imogen smiled as she looked down to her feet, “Thank you, that’s kind of you to say.”
His father stepped forward again, “From up North then?”
“Aye, Cavan.” Sean looked between the three as they made small talk, wanting to interject, but having no cause to do so.
His father smiled wistfully, “Oh? Cavan’s beautiful, I hear.”
She nodded, “Yes, sir, it is. Nothing like London.” The two of them laughed and Sean caught her eye again, causing her to look down.
His mother smiled, “How long have you been in London?”
Imogen shrugged as she looked around, “Oh, not long. A couple of months.” She nodded as she looked behind her for a brief moment then turned back to his mother, “Still trying to get used to the big city.” She smiled at them all again, “I’m terribly sorry, but I’ve got to be goin’. It was a pleasure to meet you all and thank you again.” There were a few mumbled goodbyes and Sean watched her walk away from their group. She turned back once to smile at him and he managed a small wave in her direction.
It was only a few nights later that Imogen found herself backstage after another successful performance, a few of the other girls around her as she stared into a mirror, wiping off her makeup. The week had been a long one and she was glad for the day off tomorrow.
“Imogen, you’ve got an admirer.” The Cavan girl turned to her castmate to see her pointing over her shoulder towards the door to their dressing room.
Imogen shook her head, “Catch yourself on, Sam. Who’d be waitin’ out there for me?”
Samantha shrugged as she smiled, “I don’t know. All I know is that a fit lad is out there asking for you and he’s got a big bouquet of flowers in his hand.” Imogen could feel her body heat up. She truly didn’t know anyone in the city, so who could possibly be bringing her flowers? She didn’t have any more time to dwell on the question though because she was being gently shoved towards the door, Samantha’s quiet laughter ringing in her ears.
Imogen stumbled out into the hallway; the dressing room door swinging shut behind her. She cleared her throat as she hesitantly looked up to see her “admirer.” A smile broke out on her face when her eyes met those of the young man from the other night, “Mr. Wallace.”
Sean’s face twisted as he shook his head, “Please, just Sean.”
She nodded to him, her smile growing smaller, “Sean.”
He seemed to relax as his shoulders dropped and he smiled at her, “Miss O’Connor.” Imogen pursed her lips as she folded her arms over her chest and Sean laughed, glancing down and back up quickly, “Imogen.” She smiled again, tucking some hair behind her ear as she looked down at his shoes. He cleared his throat, gaining her attention, and held out a bouquet of pink lilies towards her, “These are for you.” Reaching out, she gently took the flowers in both her hands, looking them over. She looked up at him, but before she could get a word out, he was speaking again, “That was an amazing performance.” He pointed over his shoulder, towards the stage, nodding his head.
She smiled, “Thank you and thank you for the flowers,” she looked down at the bouquet again, “they’re beautiful.” Imogen looked up to Sean again, quickly glancing behind him, “Here alone tonight?” She gave him a knowing smile and he nodded.
“Thought I might treat myself to a night at the theatre.” Before she could stop herself, Imogen let out a laugh, which she then tried to cover up by pulling the flowers up to her nose. Sean looked offended as he placed his hand over his chest, “Do I not look like the type of man to enjoy the arts?”
Trying to control her smile, Imogen lowered the flowers, “Truthfully?” Sean nodded and she bit her lip, his eyes darting to the movement as she shook her head, “No, not really.”
He scoffed, a smile threatening to break loose, “What kind of man do I look like then?”
Tilting her head from side to side, Imogen narrowed her eyes and brought her index finger to rest against her chin. Sean grinned as he held his arms out to the side, his head tilted slightly as he waited for her to finish her assessment. She smiled, “You look the type of man who does his honest day’s work and then goes down the pub for a drink with his mates, watches whatever game is on the telly.” Sean nodded and she chuckled.
He stepped closer to her, “If we’re being truthful then the reason I came down to the show tonight was because I wanted to see you again and I thought that, if you had the time, then I could show you around London,” he shrugged one shoulder, “help you get used to the place.” Imogen tightened her grip on the lilies as Sean’s words rattled around in her brain.
Then she smiled at him, “I’ve a free day tomorrow and no plans.” Her eyes moved down to the floor again as she cleared her throat.
Slowly, Sean placed his fingers under her chin and lifted until their eyes met and then he smiled, “Tomorrow it is then.” She nodded at him, moving quickly to peck his cheek before she stepped back from him, waving as she slipped back into the dressing room. The door was ajar and he could hear a few voices whispering to each other as he stood waiting, rocking back on his heels. The whispering ended abruptly and Imogen was in front of him again.
She held out a slip of paper as she smiled, “Tomorrow.”
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