#Jack Nelson imagine

[heavencanbeaprisontoo]

Living with Jack Nelson

Warnings: Fluff, angst, references to violence, infidelity, and period-typical sexism.

Domestic Jack Headcanons

If you were only his lover, he would buy a house to put you in. You’re his mistress, but he’ll treat you well enough. You won’t get to choose much about how the exterior looks or where you’ll live. It’s an open secret that he cheats on his wife regularly, but he’s not such a monster that he’ll put you out for all to see. Your home will be out of Boston, somewhere quiet. Still living in luxury, but it’s a gilded cage. Jack will drop in with a sly smile and a list of things he wants to do to you. If you are his wife, expect a far larger home with a sprawling floorplan. Lots of room to put many, many Irish American babies in there. The only difference between you and a mistress is going to be that the house is bigger and it’s his home too. Jack will truly live in the home he’s built with his wife. With a mistress, that home is just a fancy hotel.

Jack is the sort of guy who needs a genuine “man cave.” A dark room with a fireplace and a radio to update him on the news of the day and if the bets he’s placed on his favorite boxer panned out. It’s quite the juxtaposition, this well-dressed man in a fine house… swearing loudly at a radio over the losing team in a baseball game. You learn by the sounds that slip through the door if it’s a good idea to visit him. When it’s quiet, you slip in with a bottle of whiskey and his favorite shade of lipstick on your lips. He pats his leg, signaling for you to sit on his lap. This is his idea of the perfect evening.

Has absolutely thrown open the doors to your home and shouted: "Honey! I'm home!"

Jack is a big extrovert; he loves having people over to charm. Expect a lot of dinner parties where its mostly people talking over each other as they sip almost-legal beverages. This is Jack at his best. He gets to entertain, chat up his people, and show off his hard-won wealth. All while networking and solidifying connections that’ll put his kids through college. Oh, and he has an excuse to show you off, too. He buys you so much jewelry, so many dresses, it would be wrong not to give you a reason to put them on. Although, his favorite part is usually taking it all off of you. 

Relationship Headcanons

Jack Nelson is a man of his times, meaning: He is very sexist. More so than Luca, Jack is going to expect you to stay home and take care of the kids. You should be more than entertained by all the parties you two host and all the luxury his hard work has given you. He has no interest in being with his kids as babies. Chances are, Jack will be distant with his kids well into their adolescence. Raising them, in his opinion, is your job. Jack may grow to regret that as the years roll by and his children only go to you with their woes and their victories. Some men don’t realize they’ve missed out on fatherhood until their children start families of their own.

When you have fights, Jack tends to buy you things and apologize with some grand gesture. He came from extreme poverty, so to him, giving you things is the best way to show affection. It doesn’t occur to him that he should avoid doing the thing that upset you ever again or talk to you about how you feel. Jack isn’t much of a feeler. He’s a survivor, a conqueror, a provider. Tears are for poets, women, and children. So, if he hurts your feelings, he’ll buy you a diamond necklace and expect the conflict to be resolved. You can’t be passive aggressive with him, he’ll just shrug his shoulders and say, “Women.” If you can grab him by the collar and tell him exactly what you need, progress can be made, slowly.

In order for a marriage to Jack Nelson to “work,” you must be someone who expects and accepts that he cannot be monogamous. There is not a woman alive that Jack is not prepared to charm and bed within two hours of meeting. If you still want to be with him after all that, you must be someone unbothered by an open relationship. Which suits Jack just fine, until you want to play the same games as him. Jack is one who can dish it but he can’t take it. If you were to flirt with someone, be prepared to watch that man lose teeth. Nobody fucks Jack Nelson’s wife but him. Not even Thomas Shelby. 

He loves you so much it scares him sometimes. Jack doesn’t hide how deeply he adores you. You’ve brought a man who despises commitment to bend the knee. You have power over him that no gangster, politician, or Shelby man could ever hold. It’s not enough to keep him faithful in the sexual sense, but you’re the only woman he’s ever loved. Jack will kill for you, at your request or in his own personal sense of justice. Jack has attacked men for bumping into you and not apologizing. Next to his kids, you are the main cause of him going completely feral and beating someone like he used to back in his youth. 

He loves you, as disorderly and emotionally constipated as he is.  

[zablife]

Fragile Things

Jack Nelson x female reader

Author's Note: Written from an anon ask I can't find in my inbox anymore, requesting some soft, smutty Jack thru the seasons. It turned angsty at the end as I listened to "Munich" by the Editors, but I hope you still enjoy it! It's short with an open ending, but I thought I'd post it instead of letting it sit in my drafts any longer.

Warnings: hint of smut, mention of cheating

The open window blew a gentle spring breeze into the room along with the scent of lilacs you’d planted in the fall. You’d kept busy those dark months as Jack traveled, trying not to think what might happen if he never returned. It hadn’t been easy to calm yourself in the early days, whispering prayers into the wind. Your unsteady hands craved his touch upon your shoulder tethering you to reality. Without it, you felt as though you might float away. Sometimes you still found it difficult if he went too long without visiting.

But he’s here now, you thought as you gazed up at him, memorizing every golden fleck in his bright green irises. The feeling of his arms caging your upper body protectively was comforting and you dug your heels against the backs of his thighs, urging him nearer to your aching core. He pushed you further into the mattress with a deep stroke of his pelvis, full lips brushing yours before licking into your mouth hungrily. It was the first time your mind had truly quieted in weeks.

As you came down from your high, you whimpered at the loss of him as he withdrew from your body, rolling onto his back with a contented sigh. He reached for you with one arm, beckoning you to his side and you nuzzled into him. His fingers carded through your hair, massaging your scalp and tangling in your disheveled locks. You pressed your cheek against his bare chest to feel the rhythm of his heart, allowing it to lull you to sleep when he suddenly spoke. 

“Gotta go to New York tomorrow, doll,” he whispered on an exhale of breath. Closing your eyes against the tears threatening to fall, you snaked a hand around his waist possessively. It had only been two days since his return and the thought of him leaving again was too much to bear. You glanced at the clock on the bedside table quickly realizing your crushing loneliness was only hours away.

You sat up, clutching the bedsheet to your chest as you stared at Jack in disbelief. “Can't you stay any longer? You just got here,” you protested, hoping to change his mind.

Jack rubbed a hand along your back soothingly. “I know, angel, but it’s business. I have to,” he explained. Despite the softness in his voice, you took no solace in it.

Turning away from him to reach for his jacket, you fumbled in the dark for his cigarettes and lighter, needing something to distract you. “You’ll be a good girl for me, no pouting?,” he asked and without having to look, you could imagine his mouth curling into a charming smile. As your fingertips brushed paper, you frowned slightly. Pulling it from his pocket, you squinted in the light to make out a woman’s name and a New York address. Your heart dropped at the sight of the unfamiliar loopy handwriting and tomorrow's date inside a heart.

“Doll?” he called out when he realized you were softly shaking your head. His large hand came to rest atop your thigh and gave a gentle squeeze to get your attention, but your thoughts had drifted back where he could no longer reach you. You were somewhere in the garden planting flowers while he dined with her, falling asleep in a cold bed as he warmed hers and dreaming of a man who never thought of you.

You stood from the bed and glared down at him with a quiet anger he instantly recognized, the accusation written over your tear stained face. “People are fragile things, Jack,” you mused. “You should be careful what you put them through."

[evita-shelby]

National Anthem

Chapter 4

Cw: mentions of pregnancy and childbirth. Mentions of death from childbirth and infant death

Slight Boardwalk Empire crossover

Taglist: @zablife @cljordan-imperium @call-sign-shark @thegreatdragonfruta

Love is not as easy for her as one would think.

The witch likes taking things slowly, so slowly her lovers lose interest and leave.

Or have entire secret relationships with the cousin who you live with in Mexico City and most people assumed you’d marry because consanguinity isn’t still in the past especially in aristocratic families like theirs.

Jack is an attentive husband and keeps her in luxury and lets her revel in the part of her that craves blood and violence from time to time.

Eva is very fond of him and cares a great deal for him and likes the person he is in private, but she just isn’t sure if that is love or love love.

English only has one word for love. Spanish has two, querer and amar. One is stronger than the other and she can confidently say she likes him a lot(querer), the witch cannot have that same feeling to say love as in amar.

The answer to her conundrum comes as they ready the house for their first dinner with the neighbors.

There is a sweet and even tender side to him no one save Gina gets to see here. Here where they live rather richly and yet so simply that she couldn’t have it any other way.

Here where they pretend they are just another suburban couple expecting their first children in an idyllic neighborhood.

Here where they are hosting the couple next door and their son after Jack sprayed him with the gardening hose for looking at Eva’s ass ---or so he said.

Dinner had gone well.

Eva had hit it off with Helen, spoken some of her past and lied when little Bobby asked if had ever killed anyone in Mexico.

Now as they cleaned up ---despite his protests saying Alice, the maid, was hired for this--- the answer to her conundrum comes as he regales her with a childhood anecdote.

She would be lying if she wasn’t enjoying every second of this life in peace. Every second of being with him.

“I love you.” Eva says as the words come unbidden.

Had she taken longer, the twins would’ve been born.

“You’re only saying it to shut me up, darling.” He replies with that confident smile she’s come to adore.

“No, I’m saying it because I mean it.” Eva playfully flicked some soap suds toward him making him laugh.

“Took you long enough, I am fucking charm itself.”

“You don’t have to kill him, Jack.” She says after his new lackey has the audacity to flirt with her while visiting his office in Wall Street.

Really several months pregnant and Owen Sleater keeps thinking about fucking her. Eva would be flattered if it hadn’t come to annoy her.

It had started out as something Eva paid no mind to until the man started be too helpful to her. Then he started touching her, innocently at first and then lingering to the point it would be called a caress.

Jack had noticed it with displeasure, thinking about imaginative ways to rid himself of the man especially after Eva told him about Sleater’s unwanted advances.

“What do you suggest, Evie? Ringing up the Ulster volunteers I keep an eye on and leave the fucker tied with a bow for them?” he is annoyed at having to show mercy to a man who’s blood he wants to bathe in.

“Jersey, to your fellow Irishmen in Atlantic City. The republican you outbid for me.” Eva keeps it vague to make him ask why such a specific person.

Nucky Thompson had a purpose and when that was fulfilled Jack would take his crumbling empire and build up his. Nucky looked like he was on the way to greatness, like he had found a wife and a family he yearned for and as if karma didn’t have him on her list.

Owen Sleater would ruin his marriage by doing what he tried to do with her. Only Margaret Shroeder would be vulnerable enough to be swayed by his charms.

No matter, Enoch Thompson deserved it. That and so much more.

“Tell me why, and I’ll see if I can arrange it.” Jack sat back on his chair as she grew comfortable on his lap.

“He’s gonna fuck his wife.”

And sure enough, Owen Sleater is handed back to John McGarrigle after the Nelsons arrange a little accident on his new bodyguard.

It’s the twenty-ninth of May when Joseph Patrick and John Fitzgerald are born.

The morning had been perfect, and had she not been who she was, she would have used the twin bed in the nursery that had been prepared beforehand to bring these two little angels into the world.

If her new friends and neighbors had known she never planned on making use of it, they would have found it as strange as her and Jack eschewing the use of separate twin beds as all modern couples do.

Eva has a fear of giving birth at home.

Her sister, Felicidad, had died because they lived to far away from town and the doctor could not come quickly when complications arose. The baby had died less than a month after as if sharing her dead mother’s name had cursed her to join her in death

And while Eva had served as a midwife in her time as a nurse, she preferred being where an obstetrician and a surgeon would be a door away and not several miles away. Just as a safety precaution.

Thankfully, there were no complications and by noon their twin boys were sleeping in a bassinet by her bed.

“I would’ve killed them all if they’d stop me from being there with you.” He admits smiling softly at his namesake.

Just a week ago he had killed a man for calling him a potato digging bastard and yet here he was holding the smaller of the twins with such love and gentleness you’d never know his hands were drenched in blood.

“I know.” In her moment of need, Jack had barreled into the hospital room and dared them to pry him off her side.

He had encouraged her, yelled at her when she felt like giving up and promised to never touch her again when she complained about their boys having heads as big as his.

By the time they’d been returned to the maternity ward both witch and gangster had completely forgotten the awfulness of the birth.

“Your eyes rolled to the back of your head during that last bit, doll. Mind telling me what it was about?” He doesn’t beat around the bush; he’s been married to her long enough to know when she has a vision.

Once she fainted dead away in his arms, and one other time she drove his old model-t into a ditch.

“What do you think about doing this seven more times?” the witch asked hoping he’d say that was too many.

“Who are we to argue with the big man upstairs?” he answered with a proud smirk.

[michaelgraysmustache]

Office Quickie

Jack Nelson x Reader (SMUT)

A/N: All I am is stressed and horny. Please enjoy this dirty one-shot that I wrote on my plane ride back from brother’s graduation. 

WORD COUNT: 1,060

WARNINGS: NSFW, Smut

SUMMARY: Jack calls you in for a quick fuck before a meeting. You can’t get out fast enough and end up having to hide under his desk. 

"Go in Miss! Now!!" Jack's secretary, Margaret, hurried you along. Jack had been calling up your hour house all day trying to get you to drop by, but there was a family emergency so you were at your sister's house. It was only when you had come back home that evening that were you finally able to receive his message.

You opened the heavy wooden door to find Jack pacing the room. He looked tense. "Jack?" You asked, closing the door behind you "you said there was an emergency. I'm sorry that I couldn't come soon my nephew has been sick all morning."

He took a few long steps to cross the room, and before you knew it he had you pinned up against the door. Kissing you and growing in your ear, "I needed you. Fuck I needed you." His words left you dripping. Jack shaved every morning but by the evening his face was rough with stubble that scratch you as you kissed him. He kissed you desperately, mumbling something about the Italians and the meeting being moved to tonight. You didn't care to ask for more details, especially once his hands started exploring your body. Desperately grabbing at your breasts and ass, massaging them until you moaned into his mouth.

"Jack," you whined as he started to pull down your skirt. You helped him, unzipping the skirt and letting it fall to the floor around your ankles. He wasted no time yanking down your tights and panties. You started to unbutton your blouse but he stopped you,

"We have to be quick, Doll. They'll be here in ten minutes. I'll get you off after, I promise."

You rolled your eyes, pretending to be cross with him. But you knew that your lover would make good on his promise he always did. "Don't give me that look," he warned with a deep growl. "Bend over my desk," he pointed at the large wooden table and you eagerly followed. You grabbed your fallen clothes and walked over to them, placing them on the desk on it before bending over. Ass up, face down, like a good girl. You stood in between his two guest chairs, as you heard Jack unzip his pants and pull his cock out.

You looked over your shoulder and he smiled at you, lust in his eyes, as brought down a rough slap to your ass. It made your pussy clench as you let out a small cry of pain.

"Jack," you begged again and your wish was granted. Jack slammed his entire cock inside you. Forcing you to take it all in one go. "Good thing you get wet for me so fucking easily, sweetheart. I'd hate to hurt you." Funny, he'd always say things like that before grabbing fist fulls of your hair and pounding your pussy raw. He trapped you in between his body and the desk. The sturdy oak dug into your hips and thighs as he fucked you. Tears welling in your eyes as he showed no signs of slowing down.

The pain was worth it to hear his devilish moans fill the air around you two. You were making him feel so good. You pushed yourself up on your toes, raising your ass up higher, knowing he'd love that angle. "Mmmmm," he let out a low growl, "I'm close sweetheart."

"Mphffff" you urged him on, "cum inside me, Jack. Fill me up." You reached a hand and back and he scolded you, "we don't have time for that. Later, Doll."

"I'm reaching for this, sir." you took his balls in your hand. Holding and rolling the warm shaved parts. "Ohhhhh," he moaned cumming inside you as you smiled proudly.

"Fuck, baby girl. You always know how to take care of me." Still, inside you, he pulled you back and up for a kiss. You slipped your tongue into his mouth, hungry and wanting more. But he pulled away and scolded you again, "No. you need you to get dressed. The Mafia will be here soon." "The Mafia?!!" You screamed and he covered your mouth. Outside you heard a car door slam. What the hell was Jack getting himself into, fear filled your eyes. "Get dressed now and hide. Nothing bad is going to happen to you." He pulled you in for a hug, looking down at you with his silver-blue eyes. "Do you trust me?" You nodded, "good because I'm trusting you to not blow this for me. Get dressed and hide. I promise you that I'll make it up to you as soon as this meeting is done." You nodded and grabbed your clothes off his desk and he tucked his cock back inside his pants and combed his hair.

"Mr. Changretta," You heard Margaret loudly announced, giving you a final warning to hide. "Let me get the door for you." Jack looked at you and then motioned to his desk with his eyes. You knew what he wanted you to do. Hide underneath it. You nodded, quickly rushing to hide. Not bothering to dress.

There you sat for nearly half an hour as the men talked. You kept your hand over your mouth desperately trying to keep quiet. Cum dripping out of you. You felt so ashamed of how you were still turned on. Listening to jack conduct a meeting with the scariest men of the east coast while you hid under his desk, full of his cum.

The scent of cigar smoke filled the air, signaling that the meeting was almost over. You dared to reach one hand down and rub your clit. There was something about danger being so close that kept you wet.

So focused on your own pleasure, you hadn't noticed that the meeting had ended until Jack popped his down and said,

"You dirty doll! Did that turn you on?" He chuckled, offering a hand to help you up and out. He caught you as you stumbled forward, your legs were weary and tingly from being under the desk for long. He looked back at the carpet under the desk. "Looks like you made a mess," a dark puddle has formed from where his cum has leaked out. You looked back at it, face red with embarrassment. 

“Good thing you're so damn sexy. Now I believe that I promised you a reward."

[plentyoffandoms]

Main Masterlist ♡ Peaky Blinders Masterlist ♡ Jack Nelson Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Warnings: Some swearing.

Well this is alot longer than I expected it to be. Enjoy.

Summary: f/Reader is the nanny of Gina & Michael Gray & Jack takes a liking to her.

YN's POV:

"Shh, Shh, it is okay little one." I said to the young boy as I tried to comfort him. He can hear his parents arguing and his mother was yelling.

But then again when isn't Gina Gray yelling at her husband?

"How dare you talk to The Devil! Why does he have so much control over you Michael?" I can imagine the spoiled princess stomped her foot.

Laurence started to fuss again but I was able to calm him down well enough that he could play with a few of his toys without any fuss.

I just hope that his parents just drink themselves to sleep or fuck each other to get whatever frustrations that are plaguing them this day.

Just as I closed the bedroom door behind me, I saw Gina come stomping down that hall towards me.

I made sure to have my hands clasped infront of me and had my head down as she went past me.

Gina Gray and Michael Gray looked like the perfect couple in public. She was beautiful and he was handsome.

They had a beautiful child that was shown all over Boston just a few days after he was born.

But in this home, the love has faded, for at least one side. When Michael is away at work, Gina has one of her many men here or she spends the day at their place.

None of us can say a word obviously. It is our word against hers and in the end, her husband worships the very ground she walks on.

Just makes me shake my head at the thought. I can not imagine stepping out on my husband, but then again I am not married.

Even when I was in school I never once dated as I focused just on my studies. I was considered smart and beyond my years at school. I even went to University and my parents were so proud.

Just the thought of them made my heart ache. I was in my second year of University only a few short years ago when my parents passed away from consumption.

I was an only child and I did have money left to me, but not enough for me to live on and finish my schooling.

So I became a maid and then I became a nanny. I always enjoyed working for elderly women who were windowed or just never married.

Because the ones that were married, most of their husbands couldn't keep the hands to themselves.

Like my last place of employment. She was a lovely woman and he didn't understand the word no. He did try to force himself on me and only stopped when he heard his wife's voice calling for him.

I quickly quit, looked for any jobs and found the wanted ad for a Nanny in Boston. So I got on the train and left Somerville and found myself working as Nanny for the Gray family.

My thoughts were interrupted as the grandfather clock struck 6 PM. It is time for me to leave. The other nanny will be here soon to take over.

I quickly told Michael that I was done for the day and if he needed anything before I left.

"No YN that is all." I grabbed my coat, hat and gloves and was out the door before Gina had me staying longer.

I enjoyed the beautiful walk to my small apartment. The leafs are changing colour and that means that Autumn is on its way, which to me is the most beautiful time in Massachusetts.

I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking and I bumped right into someone. They stumbled but were able to right themselves right away.

I myself, was not so lucky.

I landed on my butt and hissed at the slight pain.

"Are you alright Miss?" I looked up at the tall man as he held out his hand to me. I felt my face heat up at the sound of his typical Boston accent, that I hear day in and day out.

But for some reason it seemed different coming from him.

"Oh yes I am fine. Thank you." I said as he helped me up. "I should apologise. I was not watching where I was going." I said to him. I quickly noticed that he wasn't alone and that there was another man with him.

"And neither was I Miss." I apologised once more and asked him if he was okay. He told me he was.

My stomach growled at that moment. "I am keeping you from your dinner. As an apology, would you be so kind to join me for dinner?"

"Oh no sir. No need for that. I have food waiting for me at home and if I do not eat it, it will probably just go to waste. Have a good night Sir." I said as I walked past him.

"The name is Jack, Miss." I stopped and looked at him probably for the finale time. "And my name is YN. Nice to meet you Jack."

JACK NELSON'S POV:

I watched as YN walked away from me. I wanted to follow her but I did not as I have to meet my niece and her husband for dinner.

"Bobby, follow her and make sure she gets home okay."

"Yes Boss." Was all he said and we went in opposite directions.

I knocked on the door and Michael answered it, looking tired but he greeted me with a smile.

"Come in Jack. Dinner is almost ready." I nodded my head in greeting as I walked past him and hung up my coat.

I looked around at their home and really hope that they will move. I mean it is nice place, but not nice enough for my niece and her family. Maybe I can convince her to move.

And whatever she wants, Michael will do anyways. Speaking of Michael. He handed me a glass full of rum and I smiled at him in thanks.

"Uncle Jack." I turned at the sound of Gina's voice. I gave her a hug and kissed her cheek. In her arms is my Great-Nephew.

Dinner was served and it was just the three adults as the Nanny came and took Laurence away.

"I thought you hired another Nanny, Gina?" I asked her. I really do not know why she needed a Nanny or help at all as she is home.

"We did, just over two weeks ago. She is here from 6:00 AM - 6:00 PM. She has Sundays off as she goes to church." Gina scoffed.

"Now Gina, no need for that." I said to her. "There is nothing wrong with going to church. Maybe you should go as well." I made a mental note to go. It has been almost a good month since I gone.

~

Michael changed the conversation and we enjoyed the rest of our meal. Now we are in the livingroom when I noticed the time.

"Must be going. Got to be up early." The two of them didn't even question it. They know what I do.

"Thank you for coming Uncle Jack. Always a pleasure to have you over for dinner." Gina said.

Michael shook my hand and told me to come by anytime. Which I do anyways. They know that I come by when I can as Gina is the only family I have left.

People moved out of my way as I walked the streets of Boston. I didn't have far of a walk to The Bell in Hand where I knew Bobby and some of my other men would be.

I found Bobby and the guys in the basement of the old pub playing poker.

"Bobby, come here." The quickly stood up and came to me. "Did you follow her?"

"Yeah Boss. She lives in an apartment in South Boston." He told me the street name and I recognised it.

My attention was turned away from the conversation but my thoughts never strayed far from the woman I met earlier.

~

It is now Sunday morning and I am headed to Church. I have a big stack of cash in my pocket to donate, just like I always do.

I took a seat in the back pew, just like I always do when I noticed the woman who has plauged my thoughts since the moment she walked into me.

She wasn't far from me but her attention was solely on the Priest. How come I never noticed her before? Has she been here the whole time? I have to find out.

Once the service ended, we all left. I quickly handed the money to Priest Kelly and made very short conversation with him, all the while keeping my eye on YN.

She was talking to Maeve Higgins and her husband Lloyd. I started to walk over when I saw Lloyd look my way, he tensed up and excused him and his wife, leaving poor YN standing there confused.

"My my my, isn't this a suprise YN." She jumped slightly and turned to look at me.

"Jack. How nice to see you again."

"I have been going to this church for years YN and I have never seen you here once."

"Oh that is because I just started to attend only three weeks ago. I haven't been here long." That makes complete sense.

"I usually go for lunch after Church. Care to join me YN?" I can see that she is thinking it over.

"I don't see why not. I have not had a chance to enjoy the restaurants that Boston has to offer just yet."

~

"So Jack, please explain to me how I have been going to that Church since I moved here and I have never seen you there once."

"My work has kept me away but I do try to come when I can."

"A good Irish Catholic should never work on a Sunday Jack."

"And how do you know I am Irish YN?"

"My neighbour saw me that day we met. She became worried and asked me the next day if I was okay."

I waited for her to continue as she took a sip of her drink.

"I said I am because I was I then asked why but she never told me why. Her husband told her to mind her own business."

A smart man.

"But that left me even more questions that were left unanswered."

"And what questions do you have?" I asked her as I leaned back in my chair.

"Who are you? Really? Who is the real Jack? I want to know the man who the moment we stepped in this restaurant, the wait staff has done nothing but make you their priority. The Mayor is sitting in the next room and you are the one they are trying to impress."

I was not expecting for her to be so observant.

"I am just a business man and this is one of the businesses I have invested in." YN raised her eyebrow at me but didn't say anything waiting for me to continue.

"You want to know the real me? Okay, like I said I am a business man. I grew up poor but in a loving home. I had a brother and a sister but both have passed away as have both of my parents. The only family I have left are my niece, husband and their child."

Our waiter dropped off our food and I took a few bites before continuing.

"Now YN, I have told you about me. Now tell me about you. I too am interested in learning about you."

I listened as YN told me about her growing up. How she had to leave school due to the fact that her parents passed and now that she is working as a nanny.

I was going to ask her about her work but my attention was pulled away from her as Cian, my right hand man, came into the restaurant and leaned down to whisper in my ear.

All the while as YN just looked on. Cian pulled away and I just sighed, realising that our lunch will have to be cut short.

"I hate to end this early YN, but some business just came up that I must deal with it promptly. I hope to see you again." I said as I stood up.

The waiter came rushing over with my hat and coat. "Make sure she gets whatever she likes and just place it on my tab." I told him just to make it look good.

He just nodded his head playing along as he knows I do not pay. "I work all week Jack, but maybe next Sunday we can meet up?" YN said to me.

I smiled and I agreed with her, already making a mental note to clear my calendar to make sure all Sundays are free from here on out.

~

The weeks went on and we only saw eachother on Sundays. With our busy work schedules this seemed to work well for us, but I needed more.

When I wasn't with YN I was craving her company and only hers. She brings me a sense of inner peace that I so desperately need in my life.

We moved from friendship to a relationship smoothly. YN in my mind was the perfect woman for me.

She doesn't ask me too much about my work and what I do, but I suspect she knows that there is more than what I am telling her.

She is smart and what I have come to learn is a people observer. YN always seems to be one step ahead of people and I find that intriguing.

So I asked her about it as YN is curled into my side in my livingroom. I have a fire going for the two of us as we are planning our first Christmas together. I am also going to be asking her if she would like to join me for Christmas with my family.

"In my line work I always have to be listening for the child, noises outside or if my name is being called. Mostly it is to hear if someone is behind me."

"What do you mean YN?" I asked her as I put the strand piece of hair behind her ear.

I saw her take a deep breath. "Some men do not listen when you say no. These men will force you to do something or threaten your job."

"Who was it?" YN pulled back and looked at me. She placed her hand on my cheek and looked into my eyes with a soft smile on her face.

"He didn't get very far. I was able to get away. I left the house the same day, quitting on my way out. I left Somerville and ended up here working for the family I do now."

I kissed the palm of her hand and just nodded my head like I understood. I made a mental note to find out who she was working for before hand and send someone out there.

When we first became a couple I asked YN about the family she works for. She told me she signed a contract stating that she could not say who she worked for.

The only things I know is that the husband is nice and worships his wife and puts her above anyone and anything.

But the wife is horrible to work for. That she is cheating on her husband and is never home to look after their precious son.

I just shook my head when I was told that. I do not understand why married couples step out on one another. You are ment to love that person.

I changed the subject. "Since Christmas is a Tuesday this year and I know you work but I would like for you to meet my niece and her family. I will even ask that the meal be made later so we can be together."

"Oh Jack, I would love to meet them. Yes." My cold heart almost seemed to have melted at the look on her face. I knew she was scared she was going to be alone again for Christmas.

YN'S POV:

I am so excited to be meeting the only family he has left. I actually never thought it was going to happen.

I am so happy that nothing can bring down my mood today. It is Christmas day. I stood off to the side of the livingroom and watched the family open their gifts.

The smile never faded from my face as I heard Laurence squeal with pure happiness as he ripped open each and every toy.

Made me think about the gift I bought Jack. It wasn't much but I hope he will love it.

As the day went on, I kept a closer eye on the clock. When it struck 5:30 PM I was allowed to leave early.

Even though Gina didn't want me too. Michael informed me that I could leave and spend the night doing what I have planned as he handed me an envelope and a soft smile.

I thanked him and wished them a Merry Christmas as I left, making quick work as I walked home.

I had a hot bath the moment I got home but kept an eye on the time. Jack told me he was sending his driver to come and get me for 6:45 PM.

Just as I was drying my hair with the towel, I noticed the unopened envelope. I was going to open it but I noticed the time and I had no time to waste.

~

At exactly 6:45 PM, there was a knock on the door. His driver was never one to be late and not even the snow on the roads could stop him.

I sat in the back of the car, trying to keep myself calm and relaxed. I know this first meeting with his family has to go well.

Family is very important to men like Jack and I am nervous that his niece will not like me.

My heart was beating so fast as I knocked on the door. His butler Adam opened the door and took my coat, hat and gloves. I was clenching the small gift I have for Jack in my arms.

Adam announced my arrival the moment we stepped foot in the sitting room. Jack stood up and walked towards me with a massive smile on his handsome face. He kissed my cheek and told me how beautiful I look.

He handed Adam my gift and Jack wrapped his arm around my waist.

But I am not paying attention to him as I finally locked eyes with his niece.

The same niece who I said was cheating on her husband. The same one who barely acknowledges her child unless his father is home.

Gina fucking Gray.

She sneered as she looked me up and down but her sneer turned into a fake smile when her Uncle turned to look at her.

"Gina, Michael, I would like to introduce you to the woman who I have been seeing."

"YN, yes we know her." Gina said.

Jack looked between us, confused.

"Oh how do you three know each other?"

"She is our Nanny." Michael said.

I couldn't help but look at the ground. The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with knife.

Thankfully dinner was announced and we all went to the dining room. I sat right of Jack, who was at the head of the table and Gina and Michael were across from me.

After we said a prayer, we started to eat this delicious meal that was made just for us. But Gina started to ask questions.

"I need to know YN, how did you meet my Uncle."

"Gina I told you this story." Jack said.

"Yes but I would like to hear it from her. So?"

I told her how we met the first time. How we met the second time. I was sitting there, now hardly touching my food as my hands were in my lap, fidgeting with the napkin that I placed there.

"Gina, my love. Maybe we can change the subject." Michael tried to say, but when his wife's anger was fixated on something or someone, that is all she can focus on.

"So you saw a wealthy man and decided to sink your claws into him." She basically snarled at me.

"No, no, not at all. We got to know," I was interrupted by Jack standing up and slamming his hand on the table.

"Enough Gina. This is a family dinner and we do not talk like this one another." He said as he fixed his tie and sat back down.

"But she isn't family. She is just the help who found a meal ticket." At this point I had tears that were threatening to fall.

"I think I will go." I said quietly. I stood up but Jack was quick. He grabbed my hand gently in his and shook his head no.

I was about to stay when I heard Gina call out that I was fired.

I pulled my arm back so my hand was free. "I am sorry for ruining your Christmas. I will just go home."

"YN, no stay." Jack said.

"I know when I am not wanted." I said to him as I walked as fast I could in my heels to the front foyer, grabbing my belongings.

I was out the door, didn't even bother to put on my coat or hat or even my gloves first. The bitter cold air hit me quickly. Once I was far enough down the street, I put on my items and then went back to walking the long walk back to my apartment.

Jack Nelson's POV:

"But I want you here." I said to her, trying to get her to stay but she was the door, not even bothering to put on her coat.

I grabbed mine and raced out the door, but it was like she disappeared into the night. I couldn't find her anywhere and it was too damn dark to see her footprints in the snow.

I walked back into my house and I slammed the door behind me. I walked back into the dining room.

Michael was talking to Gina, but she just had a happy look on her face. Then everything that YN told me about my niece came rushing back to me.

"Dinner is over. Michael take your son home. I will like a word with my niece." I said calmly as I sat back down in my seat. Almost too calm but Gina didn't pick up on that.

Michael did. He moved quickly to do as I said. The front door closed quietly behind him and Laurence.

"Gina."

"Yes Uncle Jack." She said in that sweet voice of hers. I looked at her, I mean really looked at her for what I assume is the first time.

I do not know this woman. The woman who my YN described without ever saying her name. This woman who pretends to love her husband and to be a good faithful wife.

"What you did was uncalled for."

"Oh please. You can not tell me that you actually love her? You are Jack Nelson and," I cut her off.

"I do love her! But that is something you will never know anything about. She told me plenty about you Gina. You were raised better than this."

"I have no idea what you are talking about Uncle Jack."

"Cheating on your husband. Stepping out on the vows you said before God and before me. You are lucky I didn't say anything just yet to your husband."

"It isn't true. She was lying to you." I was stunned at her audacity to lie to me right now.

"YN never once said your name Gina! She never told me who she was working for. Now YN, so help me God willing, will be my wife and your Aunt. You will apologise to her. You will be nice to her."

"She is beneath our status." Gina tried to say.

"You really think that you would be where you are if our family stayed in Ireland? If your Father and I didn't do what we had to do to become this successful, you would be doing what YN is doing and maybe some hard work wouldn't be so bad for you. Might actually make you humble and see what you have isn't a right but a gift."

I filled a glass with some rum and drank it. I didn't even bother to look at my niece as I told her to go home.

I heard her huff and scrape the chair across my floor and left. I called for my driver to drive her home.

I closed my eyes when I heard the front door slam. I shook my head at how this Christmas day has turned out.

"Sir?"

"Yes Adam?"

"There is still one more unopened gift." He said as he held out the small gift towards me.

"I do not want it."

"It is from Miss YN." He said. I sighed and took the gift from him and I gently opened it.

It was a leather book and I can see that she etched our names on the front. I opened the the first page and saw that it was a sketch of me.

I knew she could draw, but seeing this just made me fall in love with her even more. I looked at the date, and it was the day we first met.

I looked through the book and I am just shocked at what she wrote. 'It may be too early to tell, but I am falling for him.' Our third time meeting after church is the date that was written at the top of that page.

There was the ticket for the show we saw together and every single one after that. A flower that has been pressed in between the pages from the first bouquet I ever got her.

She described each date we had and even her thoughts of when she found out what my real line of work was.

'My neighbour, who had a bit too much wine told me all about Jack and how he is a powerful gangster. But as I listened to her talk, I realised I do not care because to me he is just my Jack.'

Adam announced that the driver was back, pulling me away from my gift.

"Tell him I will be right out. I would like to go to YN's."

"Yes Sir."

YN's POV:

My face was freezing as I finally walked into my cold, lonely apartment. My tears have froze to my face and I had frozen snot under my nose.

I started a fire and went and grabbed a cloth and cleaned my face. Trying to get this night out of my head.

I changed into my night clothes and curled under the blanket that Jack got me. Just even the thought of Jack made my heart ache.

'Will he want to be with me after everything I told him?' I thought over and over again. I had to do something to distract myself, so I turned on the radio and tried to calm myself down.

But after about 15 minutes, there was knocking on the door. I called out for the person to go away, but they kept on persisting. The knocking getting louder and louder.

I grabbed my robe and made sure it was wrapped tightly around my body and opened the door.

To my complete and utter suprise, there was Jack, but he was on one knee, and in his hand was a velvet box with the most gorgeous ring I have ever seen.

I gasped and my shaky hands covered my mouth as he spoke.

"YN, I was going to do this after dinner tonight. Infront of my family that will hopefully be yours if you say yes. Infront of the big Christmas tree that the two of us decorated together."

He took another deep breath and said probably the most romantic speech I have ever heard him say.

"I love dreaming with you because you understand me as nobody would ever understand. I love being ill if I know that you will be near and take care of me. You encourage me to get up every morning, to do great deeds for you, and to constantly become better. You are my inspiration, my motivation, and my desirous goal. Will you marry me."

"Yes Jack." No hesitation. I love this man more than anything and no one will keep me from him.

He put the ring on my finger and he stood up and captured my lips with his. I smiled into the kiss and he did as well.

Our kiss ended and he pulled back and rested his forehead against mine. Our moment was ruined when the neighbour down the hall opened their door, gasped and quickly closed it.

~

Our engagement made it on the front page on every newspaper in Massachusetts it feels like.

"JACK NELSON ENGAGED." Was what bombarded me the weeks after we became engaged.

I was busy wedding planning. Jack and I were going to be married at our church. The reception will be held at one of the places that Jack owns of course.

The restaurant where we first ate together is doing the catering and the cake was massive and enough to feed every single person that is invited.

Over 200 wedding invitations were sent out and each one came back saying YES. But then the gifts started to pour in from the people who were not invited but still wanted to stay on Jack's good side.

A dress designer came to my apartment and made me my own custom wedding dress. Nothing and mean nothing was too much for Jack. Even when I insisted that we can have a small wedding.

"This is small my YN. If my mother was still alive, God rest her soul, almost every single person we ever met would of been invited."

I just shook my head at him but in reality my mother would of been the same way.

"Did Gina respond back?" I asked him, looking through the cards.

"No, but I can imagine she will show up just to make face." I agreed with him.

And he was right. As I walked down the aisle towards Jack on my wedding day, there was Gina, Michael and Laurence in the front row.

I paid her hardly any mind as I walked towards the man I love. I walked myself down the aisle as I had no one but none the less, it was beautiful ceremony.

When we were announced as husband and wife, the guests cheered, including the ones who waited outside in the cold.

I was stunned when the car pulled infront of the church and the streets were lined with spectators but I should of know better that to be shocked.

I have learned that Jack is like a celebrity and whatever he does, it is news and people want to be there to witness anything he does.

So as we left the church we waved to the crowd that was there as they cheered for us.

~

At the wedding reception, our guests came and congratulated us for what felt like hours until the last ones left were Gina and Michael.

Michael was ecstatic for us and I knew he was sincere. Gina, well Gina was Gina.

She wasn't happy with this and she never will be. I know Jack has her volunteering at the Church twice a week until he deems that she had learned her lesson, may whatever that will be.

But as I looked into eyes of the man whom I love, I am thankful for everything and everyone that brought him to me.

And silly as this may sound, that is including Gina Gray since she was the one who placed the ad in the newspaper all those months ago.

Part 2

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[livingmybestfakelife]

Mother to All, Wife to None

gifs by @peakyblinded

You made sure that the kids were seated before looking back up at the entrance of the church to see what the hold up was, it looked as though Tommy and Jack were in a deep conversation, glancing over at you every now and then, you guessed that it was about business, and you technically were correct, only it wasn’t about any financial dealings, both illegal and legal, it was personal, and both of the men were slowly making progress on their deal.

They made their way back into the church, most likely away from prior eyes and ears about their conversation.

“For a man who doesn’t believe in god, you sure did look moved by the ceremony, was there tears in your eyes or was the reflection of the candles creating an illusion”

“It was the latter”

“I see…well it was nice to see you show up, even though it wasn’t your child’s christening”

“No, but I heard that a certain guest was to make an appearance in this sacred ceremony”

Jack chuckled deeply, he knew exactly who he was talking about. He had noticed your wandering eye for a good while now, just when he thought he was getting somewhere with you he was proven wrong, he was already two kids in with you, he assumed that you would soon finally give in and accept his marriage proposal, but you were stubborn as he was corrupt, you just wouldn’t break.

“William Drake, heir to the Boston Enquire newspaper fortune, pretty boy with almost as much money than God…you know he had the balls to not only show up to my daughter’s christening but also to YN’s grandfather’s funeral three months ago, bastard has no shame”

“Looks like we have a common enemy now?”

“Nah, he’s no enemy of mine, try all he might but he’s not coming in between YN and I and our family together”

“Jack, I thought pretty much the same thing when you came into the picture, and now look where we are, how you get someone is the same way you’ll loose them, William Drake is YN’s next potential target, she’ll sweet talk him and give him broken promises, just like she did us, it can and will happen Jack, you see him breaking up your happy home as a strong possibility, you, I believe…see it as inevitable”

Jack was stuck, he knew Tommy was right, they have a common enemy, another handsome man who you’re ready to pounce on and give your three children another half sibling, two men were more than enough, a third would be too crowded.

[shelbydelrey]

hey, your moodboards are so fucking beautiful can i ask an ballerina/thief fem reader with jack nelson. they are kind of obssessed with each other and the reader leaves but jack hunts her till england to force her to marry him. kinda dark but yeah

Thank you so much for the compliment, darl! 😍 I'm so sorry if it took to long to answer but for some reason the ask wasn't appearing on the app 😭 I hope you like the result!

Y/n made a terrible mistake by not only stealing the goods but also the heart of an obssessive man.

[call-sign-shark]

Bird of A Feather || Peaky Blinders x OCs

A short story for the wonderful @evita-shelby inspired by her moodboard gift Bird of A Feather.

Words: less than 1k

TW: Tommy and Heaven together (this is real warning for any HYE reader😂), allusions to drugs, overdose and sex. Ethical slur because of the show. Also this is not proof read, we die like men.

Notes: Reference to this chapter of HYE.

None of this was supposed to happen.

It was what Heaven thought when she watched her own reflection in the mirror of the ridiculously expensive suite's bathroom Mr. Shelby had booked for their stay in Boston. As she reflected on her new life, her slender fingers nervously tried to untangle the long gold and diamond earring chain Tommy had gifted her prior the trip. The vortex of her raging thoughts was so wild that she didn't hear the door opening, nor the husky and charming voice that called her name. Her body suddenly jerked when she felt one strong yet warm hand resting on her shoulder — She turned around in one vivid movement, the angelic complexions of her face only relaxing when they met with familiar turquoise eyes.

"Are you ready?" Tommy asked, one of his brow slightly arched as his piercing and ice-cold iris carefully observed the white-haired woman's features.

"Almost, but I can't seem to get rid out of this damn knot."

"Let me check." Three words again, said with the same collected tone whose deep and sultry voice sent shivers down her spine. Without wasting more saliva, Tommy brought his hands to the jewel and started to untangle it. "Don't you like it?" He broke the silence, "You always wear gold, but diamonds make a delightful echo to your crystal eyes." The thought of Tommy noticing such trivial details about her still felt odd considering how profound their mutual hatred had been for years. But Lizzie taking the kids had given them a little push.

"I do." She reassured, offering him a faint smile. They were so close that she could feel the heat radiating off him, as well as the elegant fragrances of his cologne tingling her nostrils.

"So why do you look so unhappy, ay?" He finally succeed in rearranging her earring, his calloused fingers gently grazing her reddened earlobe before finding rest on one of her cold cheeks. Tenderly. Lovingly.

"I'm just a bit anxious. I always hated big gatherings, let alone when the whole crowd is made of political figures, rich heirs and nobs." The way her lips pouted and her expression turned into a childish one as she pressed her face harder against his comforting palm snatched an amused snort from him, and yet… Tommy understood — her wild soul belonged to the forest and mountains no matter the expensive jewels and finest, seductive dresses. Heaven was not cut for this hypocritical world. The gangster leaned over her dainty frame and brought his face closer until their fiery breathe mixed and their nose touched.

“Think of them as your stupid little preys, just like you did in the forest. You might be on their territory but you are the predator here, and they should be the ones quivering with fear. Not you.” He pronounced this in intoxicating whispers that manage to lull her anxiety — or maybe it was because she was focusing on how his breath had quickened now that their mouths were so close. Batting her eyelashes, the white witch slowly nodded: they would be the real menace of the whole ballroom. Tommy drowned himself in the frost desert of her eyes for a bit, his thumb slightly pulling her fleshy lower lip down, “And if it is not enough, remember that I’ll stay by your side and keep you out of sorrow.” As he concluded, his placid face split in a wide and fierce grin that showcased his teeth. A genuine Tommy Shelby’s smile, scarcer than the rarest gem.

“And I’ll keep you out of it too.” She replied, mirroring his smile but with a more moderate one.

“That’s it, Devil.” He affectionately called the petite witch before his sweet liquored lips crashed against hers, the whisky taste blinding all her other senses and making the world outside fade to black. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, surges of electricity cursing through her body as the infamous gangster deepened the embrace. Amidst the chaos they had left behind in Birmingham they stood, his free hand pressing on her lower back to pull her closer until his strong chest flattened her small breast and every of their curves fit snugly altogether. After all that separated them, Tommy had finally won: his brother’s beloved angel belonged to him and only him… Conquered and with her wings pinned, Heaven forgot how wrong it felt and gave in, her tongue shyly waltzing with her old enemy’s. With that wicked brother-in-law she wished to see dead not that long ago. When their mouth parted and Heaven tried to break the embrace to go back dolling herself up, Tommy grabbed her wrist firmly, pupils dilated with pride and lust.

“No. Kiss me again.” His husky voice ordered.

The whole party was probably the most boring one she had ever attended and to make her evening worst, Americans proved that their awful tastes also encompassed alcohol. Not the smallest bottle of red wine had been put on tables, only dry and bitter champagne they were proud to show off as if it was the pinnacle of the French culture. Heaven winced after the first sip and immediately put the glass back where she had taken it, hoping no one had notice her bad manners — she definitely wasn’t one of them, and navigating among the upper-class crowd was not as easy as Tommy made it look. Her mind started to form the words “Arthur would never…” but soon her heart tightened in her chest and she forced herself to chase away the thought of her beloved former husband. “Arthur is not here anymore.” Tommy’s voice echoed in her head. In truth, the lanky gangster had stopped being there the moment he relapsed in drug again, trading cocaine for opium. It had been too much and, loyal to her principles, Heaven left. Never ever she would have imagined that Arthur would be found months later in the Chinese quarters with a syringe in his arm, devoid of life. And while she was spitefully musing over and over again on these cursed memories, two vicious pair of eyes stared at her.

“She looks like she’s about to murder everyone here.” A bewitching feminine voice resounded, catching the attention of the tall American man standing next to her, “I like that.” Eva added, bringing the fine crystal of her glass to her blood-red lips to sip the fancy cocktail she had ordered. At her words, Jack’s mouth curled in a shark-like smile, the scar on his upper lip stretching as he did.

“And she’s hot.” He said, the couple giving each other a conspiratorial glance, “That’s what you were about to say, weren’t you, Goddess?” His manly hand discreetly slipped from her lower back to her ass, grabbing one of her cheeks firmly. Eva snort in reply, side-eying her cheeky husband before focusing her attention on the delicate but wild angel that was impatiently waiting for Tommy to come back from his smoke outside. Lost in her contemplation for a short while, the Mexican witch wondered how such a seraph-looking creature could wear a stare that cold. How could she radiate off something that… Unsettling? Anxiety-inducing? Threatening? She couldn’t even find the right word.

“Feeling sinful, Daddy?” The Mexican beauty, sublimed by an overtly expensive red dress, cooed with a sultry tone that would have turned the meanest man to a brainless drooling dog.

“With you? Always, Goddess.” He winked at her before leaning for a kiss on her temple but a few seconds later the two future presidential couple saw their new associate coming back to the ballroom and heading straight to the lonely white-haired brat, “So you were right, she’s Thomas Shelby’s sweetheart. The Gypsie bastard got himself a fucking pretty pussy.”

“A witch.” Eva corrected, her tone stricter as she pronounced the word, “And he’s rather handsome too. Both are highly fuckable.” She mused, her dark eyes never leaving the newlyweds.

“Well, let me introduce you to them then! After all, we’re in business together now.” Jack suggested, burying his nose in his wife’s long dark hair to relish on her enchanting perfume. Fuck — if they weren’t that busy he would have ruined her cunt in another room right now.

“Excellent idea, Jack. Introduce me to them.” Eva emphasizes on the word, finally looking at the tall American with the flames of sin dancing in her evil eyes. It was all it took for Jack to understand his wife’s intentions… And they were in total harmony with his. “I hope we could officialize our partnership with them in a more intimate and fun way than just a handshake.” As possessive as they were together — as possessive as the English and French mirror facing them — Eva foresaw their agreement about her perverse suggestion, but the truth was there was no need to be a clairvoyant witch for guessing right.

The four of them were all sinners.

[davidsons89]

Can I request a Michael Gray x reader where he cheats on her with Gina, so she gets revenge by sleeping with Gina’s uncle Jack😽 x

revenge — j.n

pairings ; michael gray x female reader (former) jack nelson x female reader

summary ; your boyfriend of many years, michael gray, cheats on you with gina and leaves you for her. you’re not the type to let anyone disrespect you, so you decide to take revenge by sleeping with gina’s uncle, jack nelson.

warnings ; mentions of cheating, slight age gap between reader and jack, reader being arrogant and cocky lol, smut, sir kink, hickeys, unprotected sex, face grabbing, contains spoilers from s6. 18+ !!!

authors note ; is is bad that i have a huge crush on jack?🙃 he’s just super good looking don’t judge me. this was an amazing idea, thank you for requesting! <3 also this is not proofread or spell checked, so if you spot any mistakes, i apologize!

word count ; 3,228

Having a father who is friends with Thomas Shelby has many pros and cons. One of the pros being protection — having the power to make men fear you because of a gang. One of the cons being you’re not a free woman. Being a part of the Peaky Blinders means you have eyes on you at all times, which makes it difficult to keep secrets or do anything by yourself without words getting around.

You had met your boyfriend through the Peaky Blinders. Michael Gray. He is Tommy’s cousin, and the two of you got along pretty well, being similar in age and having the same interests and all. It wasn’t long before you developed romantic feelings for each other.

Then you did it. You got together and everyone was happy. The relationship was strong for years. You were one of the happiest couples Small Heath had ever seen. There were even talks of marriage, but Michael knew you too well to know you didn’t want to get married. It’s never been something you’ve wanted to do. The idea of being a wife, a man’s property, never seemed appealing to you. You don’t want to live life like every other ordinary woman. Get married, have kids, cook and clean for the rest of your life. You want to be happy and free. And you felt that way with Michael.

Michael loved you and knew the things you wanted, didn’t want, liked, disliked and so on. He knew you like the back of his hand, and that’s one of the many things you loved about him. He was an angel that stumbled upon you and changed your life. Years went down the line. Many happy years shared with your beloved boyfriend and his family.

That was until things started to go downhill. Michael’s mum, Polly, passed away. Tommy started getting himself into heaps of trouble with the law, the mafia, and even gangsters from Boston. And that’s where Gina comes into place. Nasty old Gina.

Michael had changed, even before Polly died, and you were one of the first to notice. Soon enough, everyone noticed. Michael was sent to New York for a few months to do some work for Tommy, only coming back a completely different person. He stopped writing to you, he ignored your letters, he acted like you didn’t exist.

He came back with another woman.

After discovering that he had cheated on you with his new woman, Gina, you were fast to end the relationship. Everyone was angry with Michael, you weren’t the only one. He had his cousins and his mother telling him how much of a fool he is for leaving a woman like you. He won’t find another you. Gina doesn’t even come close.

Months go down the line. Michael had turned against his own family. He joined the enemy’s side. After the death of his mother, he couldn’t look at his cousins the same way. He blamed them for her death. He blamed Tommy.

But Tommy didn’t care. Nor did you care. The only thing you wanted was revenge. How dare Michael think he can do this? Any of this. Not just to you, but to his own family, his own flesh and blood. With you being strictly on Tommy’s side, he’s grown to trust you more. He trusted you anyway, but now he can count on you. Which is why he sent you to spy on Michael for him.

Tommy knows Michael is plotting something against him, which is why you’re the eyes. You’ve been a Peaky Blinder for quite a few years now, meaning you know all their tactics and maneuvers. Tommy had been introduced to a new business deal with Gina’s uncle and Michael’s uncle in law, Jack Nelson. Michael thinks Jack is on their side, but Tommy can say otherwise. Jack only thinks of himself. Above himself, even.

To the least of his troubles is his niece and her new husband. Husband. They got married. It angered you but you didn’t let it get past you. You know better than to care, but you don’t know better than revenge. You’d never met Jack for yourself, though you saw him with Tommy a few times, but when Tommy sends you to a party as a pair of eyes, things don’t necessarily go according to plan.

Sitting at the bar drinking an expensive glass of champagne while surrounded by dozens of rich, upper class, fancy old snobby men and women is something your younger self would never see you doing, but here you are, having to act as one of them to blend in.

You couldn’t bare to be here any longer, but as the eyes of Tommy Shelby, you had no choice. Your eyes scanned around the room hundreds of times to find the likes of Michael and Gina, but there’s no sign of them. Maybe they just hadn’t arrived yet. You’ve seen a few familiar faces so far. Oswald Mosley, Diana Mitford. But not who you’re looking for.

You can’t stand Michael and never want to see his face again, but as a Peaky Blinder, you have to face your fears to get the job done. After finishing the last of your champagne, you ask the bartender for another one while being approached on your right.

“Might wanna slow down on your drink. The men here don’t take too well to drunk women.” The man tells you while ordering a drink of whiskey for himself. You instantly recognise him. It’s Jack Nelson. “Are you one of those men?” You snicker. Though you see him smirk, he’s still as intimidating as ever.

“Why would I need to take advantage of a woman when I can get laid whenever I want?” Jack jokes. You like his personality, he likes yours. Though you’ve never spoken, you know of each other. “Miss L/n, right?” He takes a sip of his drink, nodding at the bartender to say thanks. You grab your new drink, too.

“Yes. And you’re Mr Nelson?” You ask, already knowing the answer. “Yes, but you already knew that.” A smirk raises at the corners of his mouth. “Don’t get cocky, if it weren’t for Mr Shelby, I wouldn’t know you existed.” You smugly take a sip of your champagne.

“Arrogant. I like it. But please, call me Jack.” He smiles. “Whatever you say, Jack.” Your eyelashes slowly batter at him. You have a seductive look in your eyes, but what can you say? You haven’t had male attention in a long time, and Jack is handsome. He gently grabs your hand, bringing it to his mouth to plant a greeting kiss. You smile.

“I’ve heard a lot about you, miss L/n.” Jack says. “Please, call me Y/n.” You imitate him from before. You have to act as confident as ever, you are trying to blend in with the rest of the assholes here. “Y/n. Pretty name.” He smirks. He hasn’t taken his eyes from yours.

“Thank you.”

“Too pretty to be that mouthy.”

His smirk turns into more of a devilish smile. He likes your attitude, however. “My mouth too much for you to handle, Jack?”

“I’m sure I can handle more than that.” He leans closer to whisper in your ear. You have to admit, it sent shivers down your spine.

“What brings a girl like you to a party like this, anyway?” He asks. He looks like he knows something. “A girl like me?” You ask. “You know. A Peaky Blinder. A girl like you got no business with people like this.” Jack points around the room.

“You don’t know what business I have with anyone.” You take a sip from your glass of champagne. “I know you don’t have business with anyone here.” Jack tells you. He seems like he knows a lot. “Like I said, I’ve heard a lot about you.” He finishes.

“What have you heard? Good things, I hope?” You raise your eyebrows as your red lipstick stains the glass in your hand. “Well, I heard you used to be the woman of my nieces husband.” Jack shrugs. You roll your eyes. He can tell by the look on your face that you do not wish to talk about your past with Michael.

“Used to be is the key word.” You look away from him. “I also heard you’re the eyes of Thomas Shelby.”

Your mind went blank. You almost froze.

“Why else would you be here? Other than to spy on Michael Gray, huh, Y/n?” He smirks. He seems like he’s playing a game with you. “Like you said, I have no business with anyone here. I’m just here to charm the ladies on Thomas’ behalf.” You flick your hair over your shoulder.

“Doesn’t he have a wife?” He frowns.

“Don’t you?” You raise your eyebrows.

He scoffs in a half laugh. You have a smart mouth, where he has a quick one. “Well, if it helps you, Michael and Gina are here. See? They’re over there.” Jack points between a crowd of people as you follow his finger. You spot them having a chat with Oswald and Diana.

“So, little spy, you can report back to Mr Shelby that my niece is the one charming the ladies, not you. You’re sitting here drinking champagne.” He smirks. “Yeah, like I said, I don’t care for your niece or her husband.” You take another sip.

“She can charm all the ladies she wants. But for me, I much prefer charming the men.” You smirk. His eyes look back and forth from your red lips to your lit up eyes. “I don’t believe you. Why don’t you prove it to me?” He hints.

“I would love to, Jack, but we would need to go some place private, so I don’t, you know, set a bad example to the ladies I’m supposed to befriend.” You squint your eyes confidently. “I’m a bad example, huh?” He grins. “The devil of Boston.” A smirk toys at your lips.

“I’m going to find the bathroom. It would be such a shame to leave you behind.” You move closer to whisper the last part in his ear, brushing your hand across his chest as you stand up to walk away. He watches you walk away, waiting a solid forty seconds before following you.

Entering the bathroom, he shuts and locks the door behind himself. He sees you applying lipstick in the mirror. “Why waste time putting on more when it’s only going to come off?” He asks, approaching you to take the lipstick from your hands. You turn to face him. “Who says it’s coming off?” You ask, slowly taking off your fur coat to reveal your red dress underneath. His eyes immediately fall to your chest, admiring your perfectly shaped breasts and body.

“Me.” He answers.

“Why don’t you come take it off?”

Your seducing skills are top notch. You can practically sex your way in and out of anything. Jack’s only use to you was revenge against your ex and his new wife, or known as Jack’s niece. This couldn’t be better.

He takes your hint and rushes to kiss you. He wraps his hands around your waist while you cup his cheeks. You pull each other closer to deepen the kiss, hungrily making out while you feel Jack’s hands slip underneath your dress. Lifting your leg up to help him gain access, Jack rubs your clit above your underwear. You let out a low moan, breaking apart the kiss.

“That feel good, huh?” He smirks. His kisses trail to your neck where he sucks on your sweet spot. Letting out another moan to hum yes, your hands make their way to his suit, pulling off his jacket. As you undress each other, you both end up in only your underwear. “I hope nobody needs to use the bathroom any time soon.” You smirk. “Don’t worry about anyone else. Focus on us.” Jack tells you, wrapping his arms around your waist to lift you up onto the countertop.

“Yes, sir.” You whisper, sending shivers down his spine. You see his hairs stand up. You now know his weakness. Sir. “Don’t call me that unless you don’t want to walk for a week.” He warns you, teeth biting your neck. “That doesn’t seem too bad of a threat.” You wince. Your hands brush against his gelled hair.

“Oh, you’re one of them wild girls.” He smirks. “The wildest of them all.” You pout your lips for a kiss. He goes back in to continue making out with you while you finish stripping each other off completely naked. Now out of your underwear, Jack has full access to any part of your body, same as you with him.

He’s already rock hard for you. The only thing you had to do was call him sir and he lost control. You smirk to yourself, deepening the kiss as he grabs his length, bringing it closer to your entrance. Without hesitation, he pushes himself in, making you release a loud moan. His hand covers your mouth, making you look at him with doe eyes. “You wouldn’t want anyone to catch us now, would you?” He asks lowly. You shake your head. Though your thoughts are different. You’d love the thrill of being caught. Especially with Jack.

Thrusting into you with a slow but hard pace, Jack removes his hand from your mouth to grip your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. His face is inches away from yours, staring into your eyes. “You’re so beautiful.” He tells you and you smugly smirk. You already knew that. “I didn’t know Jack Nelson had a heart.” You say in a breathy moan. He didn’t say anything, he only gripped your cheeks harder, pushing your lips together.

Your lipstick is smudged and your mascara is running. Jack has your red lipstick stained on his face, but you don’t tell him. It just adds to the thrill. You moan like a pornstar each time he thrusts into you. “You want it rougher?” He asks. You say nothing, only nod. He smirks, allowing himself to pound into you roughly. You throw your head back, making him grip the back of your neck to pull you forward. He tuts. “Look at me. Only me. Understand?” He glares at you. “Yes, sir.” You grin while saying. You’re playing with him and he loves it. He grins too.

He takes it as a hint that you want more. So he gives you more. Gripping the back of your neck and holding your hip with the other, he manages to thrust himself deeper into you, hitting spots he didn’t hit before. Upping his pace to hard and rough makes you moan louder than earlier. He quickly covers his hand over your mouth to muffle your noises.

While chuckling, Jack shushes you. “Be quiet or you’re gonna get us both caught.” He lowly says.

“I- I cant.” You whine.

He feels you tense up below him. Your walls are tightening and your legs are shaking. He knows you’re close to coming. “Jack I-”

“Shh. I know. Come for me.” He grabs your face to look at him. Your eyes roll back due to intense pleasure as you wrap your arms around his back, pulling him closer as you moan, coming closer and closer to finishing. “Are you- close?” You manage to ask him in between deep breaths. “Yeah.” He nods. He knows not to finish inside of you. It would be a nightmare having Nelson babies running around the Peaky Blinders’ feet.

Your moans got more intense, making him pull your head down to his shoulder. You moan against his skin to muffle the noise as you come. Jack pulls out just in time. He stays wrapped in your arms as you ride out your highs. Your breathing eventually slowed down and your heart rates went back to normal. You got yourselves dressed.

“Tommy should invite you to our meetings more often.” Jack fixes his tie as you wipe off your smudged lipstick in the mirror. “Why? So you can fuck me in his bathroom, too?” You smirk at him in the mirror. He is stood close to the door just watching you. “You could say that.” He shrugs. “Maybe even in his bedroom if you’re feeling risky.” You wink at him.

“Hm. Now how would Tommy feel about this? About his little spy fucking his business partner?” Jack asks. “I bet he thinks you’re so innocent. But there’s not an innocent thought behind those pretty eyes.” He walks up behind you, grabbing your cheeks from behind to push your lips together. His other hand lies on your waist.

You grab his hand and pull it away from your face, turning around to face him. Your chest touches his as his hands hold your upper arms in a grip. “I wouldn’t worry about Tommy. I’d worry about your niece. What is sweet little Gina gonna think of this? Her uncle fucking her husband’s ex girlfriend? Hm?” You smart mouth him. He puts his tongue to his cheek with a grin. He has nothing to say.

His grip on your upper arms tighten. “Watch your mouth with me, kid.” He warns. You fear no man. “Or what? You’ll tell Tommy? I don’t think Tommy would take too well to his business partner fucking his best friends daughter. You’ll only be getting yourself into trouble.” You respond. He’s amazed at your smart mouth, saying nothing again. He just scoffs.

“I suggest this stays between us.” He sternly says. “You read my mind. Now, Mr Nelson, I think we should get back to the party before people raise suspicions.” Your eyebrows raise. You step backwards away from him, making his arms drop. You exit the bathroom first. Making your way back to the hall, Gina spots you.

“Oh, Y/n. What a surprise to see you here.” She fake smiles. You stop to greet her. “Hello Gina, hello Michael.” You fake smile back, turning to face her husband with a blank expression. “How pleasant to see you, darling.” You and Gina greet each other with a kiss on the cheek before being joined by Jack. “Gina, Michael.” He nods to the pair. “Ah, miss L/n, we meet again.” Jack pretends to greet you, politely kissing your hand as if nothing happened just minutes ago.

“You’ve met before?” Gina frowns. She seems almost jealous. “Yes, indeed we have.” You nod. “I know her through Mr Shelby. We’ve met a few times.” Jack looks at you. He sees your smirk. Michael rolls his eyes at how pretentious you’re acting. “Ah. I see.” Gina awkwardly says. She squints her eyes at her uncle, noticing he has faint smudged red lipstick across his mouth. She looks at your lips before raising her eyebrows. She connected the dots.

“Ooh. It’s hot in here, don’t you think? I better go outside. See you soon, Jack.” You smirk, slightly opening your fur coat to reveal the dark love bite on your neck. Your fingertips brush against Jack’s arm before you walk away. Gina’s eyes widen. Michael is just as shocked. You leave the party. Your job here is done. Gina is Jack’s problem now. And you’re sure he has a lot of explaining to do.

[writeroutoftime]

marvel

-matt murdock-

Heartbeat - on a lazy day together, you ask for a small peak until Matt’s world

-foggy nelson-

You’re Heart in Exchange for Mine - Foggy has been led to believe it’s the material goods that keep a relationship alive, but you strive to prove to him that all you want is to love him and be loved in return

Feelings Confessed - You like Foggy, Foggy likes you, but neither of you know of the other’s feelings. What could happen when Foggy walks you home from Josie’s one night?

-peter parker-

Not the Same Girl - Before the Blip, Peter would babysit you, but not that he’s back and you’ve grown up, what feelings will come to play? 

Little Fall of Rain - Based on ‘A Little Fall of Rain’ from Les Mis

You're Stunning - When Peter takes your picture unexpectedly, he learns how you feel about yourself and tries to change your mind

Speak Now - When Peter is getting married, you just want to go and make sure he’s happy. but what happens when the officiant asks a very pertinent question?

-jack thompson- 

By Your Side -   “You wanna go save the world with me?”

Undercover Feelings -  You and Jack don’t like each other in the slightest. But when an undercover mission throws the two of you together, what will become of your relationship? (aka - undercover enemies to lovers)  

We’re Okay - When out on the field, you run into a burning building to save a young child, and all Jack can do is pray you’ll be safe

-steve rogers- 

Bail You Out - A midnight call wakes you up, asking you to pick Steve and Bucky up in a less than ideal location 

True Gentleman - After a date with Steve, he wants to make sure that you get home safe, but you reassure him that you’ll be alright

-bucky barnes-

A Secret Language - flower shop au - when Bucky stumbles across your little flower shop, you’re enamored. too bad he keeps coming in to buy flowers for his mystery women (using the prompts “you aren’t over her, are you?/not even close”)

-tony stark- 

The Scoops Troop - It’s Halloween and you want to do a group costume, but Tony isn’t onboard with the idea 

Only Wanna Be With You - It’s yours and Tony’s anniversary but why is he acting so odd?

-druig-

Stop the Tears - Druig finds you crying and can only focus on the pull he feels towards you and taking your tears away

-jack thompson- 

13 Days of Halloween - Day Seven - “I picked it out especially with you in mind. You’re hurting my feelings.” 

-steve rogers-

“you owe me a kiss”

-bucky barnes-

Lost in Love and Time (Ongoing) - Haunted Mansion AU

Prologue Part One || Prologue Part Two || Chapter One || Chapter Two || Chapter Three || Chapter Four

-peter parker- 

Fools Rush In (Ongoing) - When Peter finds himself claiming to the Avengers that he has a girlfriend, he turns to you for help even though the two of you are class rivals 

Chapter One || Chapter Two

-steve rogers- 

La La Land (Discontinued) - As a struggling actress in the big city, you aren’t sure how you are going to get your big break. Similarly, starving artist, Steve Rogers, doesn’t know how to move on after a deal gone wrong. What happens when you two meet and learn more about yourselves, love, and the power of dreams than you ever though possible? 

Chapter One

[heavencanbeaprisontoo]

Imagine being Jack Nelson's Trusted Secretary

Jack Nelson x Reader

Slight!Thomas Shelby x reader

Summary: Being Jack Nelson's secretary comes with some lovely perks... But also some unfortunate assumptions about your morals.

You had been Mr. Jack Nelson's secretary for years now. Out of all his secretaries, you had stayed the longest and were the only one to abstain from sleeping with him. Not for his lack of trying, mind you. The fact that you were still unmarried and single was a crime in his eyes. You were a pretty young thing, all doe-eyed and red-lipped. Jack used to make you blush with his sweet talk. All those days he'd brush by you and say, "The smell of your perfume in the morning is better than coffee, sweetheart."

Over time, his flirtations stopped being shocking. He wasn't a pig, thank God, but Mr. Nelson could not resist a bit of cheeky banter with you. Asking you, "When are you going to make me the happiest man alive and let me take you dancing?" to which you would reply, "Never, sir."

No matter how familiar he acted with you, you made sure to keep your distance. He had never been inside your apartment. You would decline gifts if they were too extravagant (though they still ended up on your porch). Still, regardless of you keeping the relationship strictly professional, rumors happen. The other girls in the office would see how his hand sat on your lower back. Men he would meet with noticed how his eyes followed you as you crossed a room. People heard how he would speak to you: "There's my guardian angel!" - "The red lipstick again? Please, you know I can't act right when you wear the red." - "Tell me my schedule again. No, I heard you, I just like to hear you read. Your voice soothes me."

No matter what he said or did, you remained calm. Sometimes batting his hand away or chiding him like a mischievous boy. That only seemed to rile him up more.

That was how you two had always been. With Mr. Nelson being a shameless flirt and you putting him down in the most professional (but direct) way possible. Even if you had called him an asshole, Jack probably wouldn't have fired you. Not after he realized how smoothly his life ran with you behind the scenes. You had a great mind for remembering names, dates, and how he knew people. Jack was a sociable guy, popular too. He tended to forget who exactly people were and wasn't always graceful in those interactions. To his associates, criminal or otherwise, Jack had a photographic memory. Because you were whispering names into his ear. Jack never missed an appointment with you around either. You were his lucky charm, which was why he had to bring you to England with him.

Enter Mr. Shelby.

Jack had brought you around hundreds of men before, many of whom had tried to flirt with you. Thomas Shelby had been the first to make you blush. It was a simple thing. Thomas and Jack sat down for their meeting and Jack had asked, "A light, doll?" You went over to him with your match and he smiled at you as he took his first puffs. Tommy held up his cigarette as a silent request.

As you leaned down to him to light his cigarette, his pale eyes bore into yours. You tried the strike a match for him and the stick was a dud. After three more tries to light a second, his hands took yours. He lit the match and exhaled smoke from the corner of his mouth. You sputtered an apology and when you turned back around Jack saw your cheeks flush. His good mood was gone.

The meeting went on until Tommy decided to push a bit further. And here was where that old assumption came back to rear its head.

"I was surprised, Mr. Nelson, to find that you would bring your wife and mistress on the same boat. More surprised that you would set both women up in the very same hotel. I take it they're aware of each other?"

Jack's cigarette paused in its journey to his lips. His brow furrowed as he thought, 'Mistress?' He hadn't had a consistent lover in a few years now. Between entertaining his wife, he kept his bedmates fresh and on a frequent rotation. Jack followed Thomas' eyes, and found them set on you as you flipped through your ever-growing booklet of contacts. Feeling eyes on you, you raised your head and blinked owlishly, "Pardon?"

Mr. Nelson waved a hand, "Don't worry about it sweetheart. Go take a break, you've earned some time with your heels propped." You started to complain that you should be there to take notes, Jack would hear none of it, "I mean it, go relax."

You sighed and exited the room. Jack felt almost relieved. He wouldn't correct Mr. Shelby. Not tonight. Not with the way his eyes had followed you as you went out the door. And especially not after he said, "I've never seen the appeal of American women. They always seemed loud, attention-seeking... garish. I can see not all fit the mold."

"Oh, she's not always so meek. She's just on her best behavior," Jack forced back on his cavalier persona. Too little too late. Thomas Shelby was a shark and there was blood in the water. He went in for the kill.

There was a glint to Mr. Shelby's eye, "I think I'd like to see what she looks like when she's behaving badly. I've a weakness for red lipstick."

Jack's knuckles were turning white as he gripped the arm of his chair with his left hand, "Let's get back to our previous discussion, huh?"

"Of course."

[zablife]

Jealous of Your Love

Jack Nelson x wife reader

Summary: Jack becomes possessive over his wife after Sir Oswald Mosley flirts with her during a business meeting. He is unaware that his wife has unresolved jealousy issues of her own.

Author’s Note: This was requested by a lovely anon who wanted to know how Jack would react to Mosley flirting with his wife and then she admits she feels equally jealous when he meets with his mistress.

Warnings: language, mention of cheating

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Nelson. My fiancé so enjoyed your company at tea yesterday. She said you were an immaculate dresser, but she didn’t tell me you were quite this lovely in person,” Sir Mosley said as you entered the drawing room of his estate. Jack’s jaw clenched at the sound of your name in his mouth. He didn’t care for the devilish smile he was giving you and he pulled you into his side possessively. Your eyes darted to his as his fingers pressed into your hip sharply. You tried not to grimace in discomfort, but your husband’s iron like grip was going to bruise if he didn’t let you go soon.

When Sir Mosley and Mr. Shelby had crossed the room, you leaned into your husband and whispered, “Jack, you’re hurting me,” and he let go, but still kept close to you as you took a seat near the fireplace. 

He immediately claimed the seat next to you, spreading his legs wide, touching his knee to yours and draping a hand over your thigh casually. You knew he wanted to seem impervious to these English bastards, but you knew better. He was staking his claim.

The other men were ogling you and that was surely sending him into a frenzy. If he could have fucked you right there over the sofa, he surely would have to prove to the two gentleman that you were his and his alone.

As the meeting got underway, you sipped the champagne you’d been given when you arrived. Jack’s eyes darted back to yours frequently during the conversation watching your lips touch the rim of the glass and you wondered if his mind was on business at all. When you had drained your glass, Mr. Shelby offered to get you another, but Jack leaped to his feet to fill your glass instead. 

When negotiations resumed Jack began making aggressive demands of his new business partners. You wondered if he wasn’t being impolite. Although you didn’t think your hosts would notice as they already felt all Americans were ill-bred and pushy. 

When it came time to leave, you stood, slowly straightening your skirt as Jack shook hands with Oswald and Thomas. The men approached you as well to wish you a good day. Sir Mosley took your hand in his to lightly place a kiss upon your gloved hand. “It was my pleasure,” he said holding your gaze a moment too long for your comfort. 

“The pleasure was all mine, Sir Mosley. Thank you for the invitation,” you had replied politely. You noticed his lips curl up in a smile that showed his teeth and he looked as though he might bite into your tender flesh if you hadn’t pulled away quickly.

Mr. Shelby wasn’t much better. While he didn’t smile, he did look you up and down as though he were undressing you with his piercing blue eyes. You had to take a step back to stand slightly behind Jack for him to look away. 

As you hid your face in your husband’s arm, he ushered you out to the waiting car muttering under his breath, “Jesus Christ, what a couple of horny assholes.” You had giggled at that comment because while you were thinking it as well, you would never have said it out loud and certainly not in that language.

As you drove back to the hotel, you knew something was on Jack’s mind. He silently stared out the window on the way back to the hotel in a brooding way that told you not to disturb his thoughts. You wondered if it was the business deal. Perhaps he felt he hadn’t gotten everything he wanted. Then you began to wonder if you had been a hindrance to his negotiations.

Jack continued his torturous silence when you reached your suite upstairs. You thought he was intent on sulking all night, so you removed your hat and gloves and kicked off your shoes, eager to have a long, hot bath. 

Jack had other intentions. He pulled you close to him in that same bruising grip he had employed earlier and pulled your chin up harshly to meet his gaze, “What the hell was that, y/n?” 

“What are you talking about, Jack?” You replied, confused by his sudden change of mood.

“I mean telling Mosley it was a pleasure. You want to fuck him?” He said with a growl.

You tried to pull away from your husband in anger, but his grip only tightened further like a vice and his fingers sunk into your cheeks until he was pushing your lips together. You shook your head as best you could before he threw your head away.

“God, Jack, what’s gotten into you? I was only being polite to your business partners,” you said trying to catch your breath.

Jack ran his hands up and down your body hungrily as he asserted, “You’re my wife though, y/n, mine,” he said emphasizing the last word to be sure you heard him.

“Who else would I belong to, baby?” You asked softly, knowing he needed nothing more than a little reassurance when he got like this. “I love you so much. You’re the only man I’d ever want,” you said placing your hands on his face gently to ground him in the truth you were speaking.

You felt his body relax at your touch and he closed his eyes to take a deep breath in. When he opened them he looked at you intently as he began, “Don’t know what I would do without you, angel. If one of those bastards ever laid a hand on you, I’d…”

As you felt his fists clench at his sides, you cut him off saying,”You’d kill them. I know, sweetheart, but you don’t have to worry about that.”

Jack leaned down to place a searing kiss to your waiting lips. You returned his passion before pulling away slowly. There was something you needed him to know and now was the best time to illustrate your point.

“Jack, the way you feel now, the indignation, the rage…Baby, that’s how I feel when you’re with her.” You didn’t need to say her name, Jack knew you meant his mistress. “You think I don’t feel what you do? Sometimes I want to kill somebody too,” you said looking down, suddenly afraid now that you’d spoken up about your long-held grudge. It wasn’t that you minded a quick fuck from a whore. You knew he was a man with insatiable needs. You took issue with the woman he’d been seeing regularly for six months, leaving you alone and upset too many nights to count. He knew you knew, but it was an unspoken thing between you…until now.

Jack swallowed harshly, breaking away from you to fix himself a drink. “Jack, did you hear me? I don’t want you to see her anymore. I’m begging you,” you said firmly, tears forming in your eyes as you realized how you truly felt, a mix of pride for speaking up and fear of rejection lingering in your mind. You held your breath waiting for your husband to turn from the bar. When he did, he slammed his glass down and crossed the room in long, even steps. 

He loomed over you holding up his left hand. For a moment you wondered if he was angry enough to strike you, but then you noticed a look of vulnerability in his eyes. “You see this?” He asked. 

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to see, Jack,” you said with a sigh.

He tried to remove his wedding ring and it didn’t budge. He couldn’t get it past his knuckle. “You see? It does’t come off. Not for her, not for anybody. I haven’t taken it off since the day we got married, y/n. That means somethin’ to me,” he said approaching you and cradling you to his chest. 

You nuzzled into him, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart as he placed his chin on top of your head. 

“I’m not good at showing it, but I love you. Only you,” he said softly, rubbing circles into your lower back to soothe you. You nodded against him, allowing your mascara to run over his shirt front. You wrapped your arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. 

“I’m yours and you’re mine, sweetheart…forever” he said into your hair. 

“I’m yours and you’re mine,” you repeated to him in a whisper and in that room, in that moment you did belong to each other completely. 

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[evita-shelby]

Hunt

Vampire Hunter!Jack Nelson x Vampire!Reader

Cw: murder, blood, seduction, revenge

Gif by @violaobanion

He doesn’t know if it’s the boredom or his impulsive nature that has him following you out the speakeasy with the drunk fool you play like a fiddle.

He's seen you before, always leading men or women out and then they are never seen again.

He’d found some of your victims, despite what you did to dispose of them they all had one thing in common.

They had been drained from their blood.

Jack had heard the tales, of these demons who drank away your soul through your blood.

He had assumed they’d be ugly and deformed like they paint all demons ,but you were stunning, almost shone like a diamond in the lights of the place and shined like ivory under the light of the moon.

So he follows you, watches you bring the man into an empty alley and drain him from his blood before disposing of him like a professional cleaner.

He wants you, as bad of an idea as it was, Jack wants you.

“It’s rude to stare, honey.” You say with a sultry tone he’s always dreamed of hearing.

“Can’t a man admire such a work of art, baby doll?” he asks coming into the abandoned tenement building.

“I bet you say that to all the ladies, Mr. Nelson.” You smile and fall into a fall sense of security thinking he’s easy prey.

“Only the pretty ones, Y/N,” he said coming closer, like a man seeking a lover would.

You are onto him, using all your charms to seduce him into staying and he does a good job of looking like he’s under your spell.

He should give acting a try, he already pretends to be fine with being a wall-street investor and the future president’s friend. And now he has you fooled.

If you hadn’t been so foolish you would’ve seen the crucifix under his shirt, smelled the holy water in his breath and felt the wooden blade hidden under his sleeve.

He pulled you into his arms, and you wrapped your arms around his neck still thinking you’ve won.

He smirks when you taste defeat in his poisoned kiss and find yourself at his mercy.

But he doesn’t got any, nor for you. Not for the woman who killed his brother and made sweet little Gina an orphan a year ago.

“That was for my brother.”

Once its over, he lights a cigarette and tossed the match at the pile of bodies you now lie on top of.

[michaelgraysmustache]

HERE’S TO COMPLEX FEELINGS PT. 2

Ada finally meets Jack and his mysterious wife.  PART ONE

Jack Nelson x OC/Reader (Carmen Nelson) x Ada Thorne

WORD COUNT: 2.6k

SUMMARY: You and Jack Nelson married when you were 21, it was marriage of convince and safety. You, a queer woman, needed a beard and he needed a wife who he could trust and understood that he’d never be monogamous. Things get complicated when you both taken on Ada Thorne as a lover.

A/N: Yeeeeee I finally updated this fic. I hope you enjoy.  

WARNINGS:  none

- 1915 - Boston, Massachusetts, USA

"We should get married!"

"Jack, are you serious?" you whispered into the phone, "I'm at work right now. I don't have time for one of your games."

"It's not a game," he pleaded, "I'll swing by and pick you up after work and explain everything."

"Okay," you agreed and a few hours later he was standing outside the home, leaning against his new Ford. Jack drove you to his apartment so that you could talk privately about the suggested proposal. Nestled into his purple velvet couch with a whiskey in both your hands, the discussion began.

You watched as he talked, leaning your head against the sofa, tired from a long day at work. 

"Carmen, look, you've been my best friend since were seven years old. No one on this planet knows me better than you." He spoke with sincerity, something you hadn't heard from him in years. It was like you were talking to the little boy Jack once was. The boy who taught you how to throw a proper right hook when you were eight and how to shoot a gun when you were thirteen. He made sure you knew how to defend yourself, and in turn, you watched your back. "I want you to have a happy life. Hell, I want that for the both of us." You nodded along and took your hand in his.

"Car. I want to keep you safe and give you a happy life. You understand me, you know that I won't give up my other women. What's that saying your brothers have? Una en la casa, una en las calles. one in the house, one in the streets. Yo tengo tres en las calles. I have three in the streets. " Growing up around your family, Jack had picked up some Spanish phrases. It always made you smile whenever he used them. 

"So you want to marry me because know you'll whore around?" you laughed at the idea. 

"In theory, I want to marry you because together we can both be free to be who we are. In application, whore around is accurate." 

"Okay, MAYBE this isn't a bad idea." 

Jack's accomplished cocky grin spread across his face. You were almost agreeing to marry him, or at the very least taking his proposal a bit more seriously. He finished his glass of whiskey, a preemptive celebration, and stood up to pour himself another glass. 

"Who knows, maybe a spark of love will blossom between us," he winked and you rolled your eyes. 

"You read one poetry book and all of sudden you're all 'we should get married' this and 'blossoming love' that."

"I happen to be a sensitive man with lots of passion in my heart."

"I wouldn't say that's where you keep your passion." you glanced down at his cock, then back up at his eyes, and took a big sip of whiskey. 

"You better watch what you say about my passion. You'll have to pop out a few Nelson babies to please our parents."

"Jesus, that's horrifying. Let me rescind my acceptance." 

Eight Years Later, 1924. 

Carmen Nelson was your name now, eight years had gone by since the proposal and wedding. Jack's empire had expanded further than either of you thought possible. He showered you and your kids with gifts and love, your marriage was working out as well as Jack had hoped. You gave Jack two kids...both after nights when you were drunk and horny. Grasping at each other's bodies trying to find a spark to ignite the sexual fire. If there was such a spark between you two, you weren't able to find it on those nights. 

You each had a list of lovers, Jack's was longer than yours considering that he liked to fuck at least once a day. They had their list of rules: No lovers around the children, No lovers in the family home, and No lovers around at family events. It was simple but it kept your personal and sexual lives separate. It was agreed that you had you could find more than sexual relief from the women you slept with, but had yet to test that. You were busy helping Jack expand his empire, the workforce alliance between the Mexicans and the Irish immigrants was as unbreakable as you two. 

Just about every night you two come home to each other. You talk, you laugh, and you go to sleep. Sometimes in separate beds, sometimes in the same bed. Wrapped up in strong arms, you felt safe and loved. It was different from how falling asleep with your mistresses, then where you were being held fleeting feelings of pleasure. You wondered if you'd ever find a girl you wanted a relationship with. You and Jack had talked briefly about the future possibility of adding another woman into the relationship, one that could live at the house and really be a part of their daily lives. As you closed your eyes and welcomed a deep sleep, you wondered if such a woman was out there. If she was, you asked God to bring her to you. 

A week later, you meet her. Her name is Ada Thorne, she was a potential new business partner for Jack who had just come over from England to invest in real estate and expand her family company into the Americas. He burst through the front door, elated with a wide smile that you wish you saw more of. He used to smile so much but the stress of life was getting to him. You greeted him with a hug and kiss on the cheek.

"There's a new woman in town and I'd like you to meet her." He said to you as he picked up your youngest kid, Georgie Nelson. You looked at him, brow raised, confused he had never wanted you to meet a woman he knew before. Sure wives and sisters of business partners, but that was different. That was always a dejected ask, knowing that you would hate the small talk. Right now, Jack was glowing. He went on to explain her business in the states. 

"Did you sleep with her?" was the only thing you could think of to ask. A worried feeling stirred inside you, had he found someone that he liked more than you? Was there finally a woman who could give him everything you couldn't. Had he fallen in love? 

As your words hit his ears Jack's demeanor changed, a look sympathetic look in his eyes as put your son down and pulled him in for a hug."No. I want to, but I want you there too." He let go of you and sat back down, "You should have seen her in this meeting." That glow about him returned as he recounted all things she said and did in the meeting. How she handled every hardball question with ease and called him out on his lowball offer. Slowly, a smile crept into your face too. This Ada Throne didn't seem too bad, in fact, she seemed a lot like you. She called Jack out on his bullshit with wit and without hesitation. You agreed to meet her. There was a meeting set up for tomorrow night at The Fantasy, a club that he owned. 

Ada Thorne wouldn't leave your mind, for the whole next day you couldn't help but try to imagine everything you could about her. She was already so intoxicating and you hadn't even met her. As the sun lowered in the sky, you began to get ready for the rendezvous. Failed outfits littered the bed, dresses, and skirts weren't going to cut it tonight. Plus you hated wearing them most of the time, they were fine on nights where you were playing the part of Mrs. Nelson the perfect wife, but tonight you wanted to present wholly and entirely yourself. You knew what you wanted to wear, the question was, were you bold enough to walk into The Fantasy a woman in a suit. 

...

"Carmen?" Jack called out, his deep voice echoing through the hallways of your large Boston apartment. "Are you ready to go?"  His quickened footsteps rattled the floor, your husband was nervous. 

"Yes, sweetheart," you cooed as if you were talking to a small child. The footsteps stopped and you smiled, knowing that in the other room he had his arms crossed like a pouting child. You laughed to yourself. "I'm just putting in my earrings and then we can leave." The clasp locked into place, and you rose from your chair and walked into the hallway. "So...what do you think?" You spun in a slow circle, showing off the tailored blue suit that matched his. 

"When did you get this made?" he smiled down at you, proud of how powerful you looked by yourself and next to him. A matching pair. God, Ada Thorne was going to quake in her shoes at the sight of you two. 

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Even in America, trouble seemed to follow Ada Thorne. She supposed that was a consequence of every contact she had been related to her brothers, or maybe it was because she and her husband were registered communists, or maybe it was all due to the Shelby blood that followed through her veins. Her people were never quiet or ignored, they were the center of mischief and innovation. Even when she met a man of her own accord, a property manager in Boston, he seemed to be just as much trouble as she was...perhaps even more. 

Jack Nelson. She couldn't get him out of her mind, the way he smoked cigars and drank whiskey neat. A smokey earthy aroma filled the air of the meeting. He felt so familiar, yet so foreign. Mr. Nelson didn't talk down to her or doubt her credentials, like so many other people she met. He listen to her, treated her as an equal, and invited her out to a club he owned. She of course had to say yes, one couldn't say no to the first invitation out. 

"Tomorrow is a Friday night, the best night at The Fantasy by far. You have to come out, there are a bunch of people that I'd like to introduce you to." Jack was promising an eventful night for both her professional and social life. The latter feeling more important to her at the moment, Ada had just moved across the world with her son. Between being a mother and running the American expansion, she had little time for friends. "I'll send a car to get you."

Trying to fit in with the East Coast fashion, Ada selected a modern style of dress. A light pink dress with beaded straps which she picked up in London before her move. She applied a light layer of makeup to head to the club. As Jack promised a driver was waiting for her in the lobby of her apartment building. 

At the club, Ada pushed her way through the crowd of people and up to the bar, wanting to secure a drink before attempting to Mr. Nelson. "Whiskey on the rocks," she told the bartender. A woman in a white blouse and trousers turned to Ada and said, "Good choice." It was Mrs. Carmen Nelson, she was drinking the same thing. "Please top me off, William." She instructed the bartender who quickly refilled her drink after making Ada's. Carmen smiled, Ada Thorne really was just as beautiful as Jack promised. The Brit welcomed the company of this new woman, wondering if they had any more in common than just their drink preference. 

As the night went on, Ada and Carmen talked about everything the sun while Jack watched from his usual corner booth. She was so engrossed in conversation with Carmen that she hadn't even bothered to scan the room for Mr. Nelson. She reasoned that he'd be able to find her if wanted to say hello. Joy raided from Mrs. Thorne as she spoke, finally, there was someone who understood her. She didn't feel alone anymore. 

___

You were having a wonderful night, everything was going according to plan. Your faux casual introduction to Ada went smoothly, all you had to do was wait for a British woman to order whiskey at the bar. The conversation went on smoothly, there was hardly ever silence. Anything was fair game to talk about, except for Jack and the kids, but you knew how to talk around those subjects. 

Eventually, you wanted a bit more than pleasant conversation, you wanted to test the waters.  You let your hand swing down and rest against her knee atop the beaded fabric of her dress. A warm smile appeared on both of your faces as neither of you pulled away. You leaned in to kiss her, heart racing as you did so, one hand brought up to cup her soft curls when -- BAM. A drunk patron pushed his way between you two, rudely calling out for the bartender's attention. A wave of quick hot anger rose from inside you, not only had he knocked over your drinks but he had ruined this carefully crafted moment of intimacy between you and Ada. 

"Hey!" you rose to your feet and challenged the man, hoping for his sake that he'd apologize and get out of your way. 

The stranger didn't back down, "Calm down, lady. I'm just trying to get a drink for me and my friend." He waved over another man and Ada mouth 'GREAT' to you. This other friend immediately noticed that you and she were without men at your sides and made it his personal mission to keep you two company. 

"Nico, be nice to these women. Buy them some drinks."

"We're fine," you replied, a sour look on your face. 

"Oh come one, two ladies as fine as yourselves alone at the bar. You look like you could use the company. I'm Steven."

"Really, we're good," Ada spoke up and you recognized the fire in her eyes. She wouldn't back down either. These guys were going to have to take a few hits to their ego, or bodies before they back down. Steven made the mistake of putting his arms around both of you and saying, "we'll get you some drinks. They'll cool you down, make you more agreeable."

Everything next happened so quickly. Ada stomped on his foot and you punched him in the face. As your fist hit his face, security descended on the scene and pulled the two men back. Seemingly out of nowhere, Jack appeared behind you. He had been watching the scene unfold from his booth in the corner. The presence of your husband and several of the security staff had been enough to make Steven and Nico shrink into themselves. Around you, the party continued on but in this five-foot radius, things were tense. 

"Get them out here," Jack's voice boomed. He looked each of the men in the eyes and told them they were never allowed back in. Ada looked at Jack, wondering how he fits into all of this. Why had he appeared just now? Then the answer was given to her when one of the staff holding back the men that been harassing you two said, 

"We're sorry about this, Mrs. Nelson. It won't happen again."

"Just get them out of her." You waved them away and placed a hand on Jack's arm, silently telling him to calm down and that everything was okay. That you and Ada were just fine. 

"Mrs. Nelson?" Ada mumbled, seeing now how clearly they fit together. Carmen had ditched her suit jacket hours ago, now wearing a blouse and tailored pinstripe suit pants cut from the same material as Jack's. Two people and their outfits were cut from the same cloth. 

Jack turned to Ada, his vicious stare now replaced by his usual cocky smile. "Mrs. Thorne, I see you've met my wife." 

The question was now, what did they want with Ada Thorne.

[plentyoffandoms]

Jack Nelson x f/Reader

Main Masterlist ♡ Jack Nelson Masterlist

Warnings: Some swearing.

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Kind of continuation of This Can't Be Love , but can be read on it's own.

Just a short chapter. If anyone would like me to continue this, please just let me know.

Summary: f/Reader is Jack Nelson's wife & is attacked one day by a new gang in Boston. They steal the car, not realising that their son is in the backseat. Jack will do everything he can to avenge his wife & find his boy.

Jack Nelson's POV:

The hospital staff moved out of my way as I walked through the halls of the hospital. Every single person there knows who I am and why I am here.

The moment I got back to Boston, I went straight to the hospital. I had a police escort from the train station so I could get there quickly.

The moment I stepped out of my automobile, I was told by one of the officers which floor my wife was on.

"She has the whole floor to herself Mr. Nelson."

"Good." Was all I said to the man. I knew the Police force was nervous. They knew what may come out of this if they do not find the men who did this.

The elevator ride up was tense. My men and I having no idea what we may find in that room.

The elevator finally made it to the third floor. The doors opened and I could see that the floor was infact deserted except for a few men.

The men who belonged to the Mayor's own protection detaile. Good to see he wasn't lying when he said that he had his own men outside her room.

I acknowledged them as I passed them. Wanting, no needing to see my Wife. My men waited outside as I entered the clean, white room.

I saw that a nurse was there, talking quietly with YN as she was checking her vitals.

The two of them were deep in conversation that they didn't notice me and I got a good look at YN.

She had a bandage on the side of her neck. Some bruises here and there, but she looked to be okay.

"Jack." I smiled at the sound of her saying my name.

"I will leave you two alone Mrs Nelson." The Nurse gently put YN's hand back on the bed next to her.

"Thank you Mary." YN said.

"Yes, thank you Mary." Mary gave me a small smile as she walked past me. I made a mental note to leave some money for her.

I stood next to the hospital bed and finally got a good look at my wife. I leaned down to kiss her and smiled into the kiss when I felt her kiss back.

"I am okay my love." YN said as she cupped my cheek in her hand. I leaned into it and closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"Where else were you hit?"

"My side, but the Doctors got the bullet out and I am expected to make a full recovery."

"I need you to tell me everything about that day. We need to find Donal." I took a seat in the chair that was next to the bed.

I listened as YN recalled what she could about that day.

By the end of it, she was crying. "I am sorry Jack. I can not remember much. It happened all so fast, and the men...they tried so hard." I placed my hand on hers and gave it a squeeze.

"I know they did and they will get proper funerals. Their families will sent money. I know they did everything they could for you and Donal."

~

I hated that I had to leave YN, but she was in good hands. I left a few of my men there as well and we left the hospital.

Once we were in the car, Bobby started to speak. "We are going to the morgue. Three bodies are being held there until we get there."

"Our men?" Bobby shook his head no at me.

"Who are they? Who are they affiliated with?" I asked him.

"No idea. I have photos from the scene that the Police handed over when we got off the train. They each have identical tattoos. A new gang."

I took the photograph that Bobby handed me. I looked at the tattoo that was on the man's hand, trying to figure out if I have ever seen it before.

"Any ideas boss?"

I sat there, looking at the tattoo. Then it hit me.

"Remember that old bar that shut down, The Founding Fathers?"

"Yeah Boss."

"Doesn't that look like the old sign that was outside the door?" I handed the photograph back to him.

"Looks like there is a new gang Jack."

"And they have my son."

[livingmybestfakelife]

Travelin’ Woman

gifs by @kojiandrew @peakyblinded @thepeakygurl

It was almost time for your father’s annual fund raiser ball, one that has been thrown by your family as far back as 1870. The YLN family is one of the most popular and well connected old money families in America, mainly in both politics and merchandising. With a background like yours image was everything, it was one of your families many god given gifts, nice hair, skin and sense of style came with the signature YLN brand.

As much as your father attempted to keep you tamed and under his thumb, you couldn’t be bothered to let yourself be obsessed with the family business and possibly taking over one of the many positions one day. You despised the stuffiness of it all and instead enjoyed being one of the most eligible bachelorettes in Boston and even all of America. Mothers desperately wanted you to notice their sons and prepared the young men into making sure that they knew as much about you as they could to possibly woo you, the most half of them gotten close to getting was one date. You weren’t ready to settle down and have a media circus of a wedding to a man also apart of an affluent family.

“You plan on proposing to her again tonight, you do realize that she will say no again?”

“She’ll give in one day, I just know it”

“And what if she’s already snatched up by that pretty boy newspaper heir from Boston by then?”

Arthur chimed in, he chuckled at the way his brother and Jack were going nuts over one woman, one who he never thought would make his little brother look like such a fool. He knew you had good looks and a charismatic personality don’t get him wrong, but he thought Tommy was stronger than that and would fight it, but stranger things have happened.

“Fucking hell…you serious?”

“Very, you should’ve seen his face when we showed up to his office to have a talk with him, he knew he didn’t have a choice but to expose his secret…I kinda feel sorry for the poor bloke”

“Well he sure does put on a good ladies man act, you gents were ready to give him a long dirt nap…well who else knows besides us three?”

“Just God”

Nathan had begged them not to tell anyone, that he didn’t mean for it to look like he was your next boyfriend for however many years. It surprised him that they decided to keep it between all of them, Tommy believed that what a man does in his personal life was his own business, and Jack, though a devout Catholic and conservative man felt pretty much the same way and left it be, as long as his reasoning for being so close to you was obviously nothing more than a genuine friendship, he couldn’t bother to care who he really was.

A knock on the double glass doors of the back of the pub interrupted their conversation, Arthur opened it to see a man he never seen before, smartly dressed with a fur coat.

“And who the fuck are you mate? You got an invitation to be back here or something?”

“Arthur it’s alright, state your name and the reason for you being here, I’m sure you saw the big sign on the door outside that the pub is closed”

“I came to speak with a Mr. Thomas Shelby and Mr. Jack Nelson, I believe Jack is the American one”

“That I am, who wants to know?”

He walks in further into the room with his hands up in surrender, he gives them a slight smirk and gestures to the table.

“May I have a seat? I promise I come in peace”

Tommy nods and the man goes to sit, he looks at the three men, studying them in a way.

“The reason of my visit is it discuss a common issue”

“That being?”

“YN YLN”

Jack perks up and leans forward, ready to pounce just in case this mysterious gentleman lied about coming in peace.

“What about her?”

“Well Mr. Nelson…she owes me a wedding ring, a signed marriage certificate and at least three children”

“Ohhhh fucking hell you too?” Arthur laughs at the man who sounds exactly like what his brother has been whining about all of these years about you, he stops his moment of amusement when Tommy glares at him.

“My name is Brilliant Chang, I met YN in London at one of my restaurants that I had just opened back in 1913, that woman…that woman knew that she had me the moment she and I locked eyes, we had our fun together, as the both of you know, and just when I began to talk about us finally becoming serious she gave me some bullshit excuse about how she couldn’t give me what I wanted, that she wasn’t that kind of woman, you can imagine how pissed I was when I found out recently that she popped out two children for you and one for Mr. Shelby, you couldn’t get her marry you no, but even I couldn’t even get her to quit flushing out my sperm after we fucked”

He slammed his fist on the table, clearly enraged with how you dogged him and easily moved on from it, the room was silent as he went to light himself a cigarette, his breathing still at a fast rate.

“Mr. Chang I don’t know where your mindset is right now, but you look ready to kill”

“If it wasn’t for her being a mother I would consider it” is what he wanted to say but he knew he couldn’t, they could easily pump him full of lead for even thinking about hurting you.

“No…how could I ever want to hurt the only woman I’ve ever truly loved?”

He stands up and heads towards the door to leave, but not before one last say.

“Look at us huh, how can one woman make all of us crazy? All the women walking this fucking Earth but she’s the one we’re fighting over? You think she has a spell on us or something?”

“She doesn’t need to Mr. Chang, those YLN women have a talent of turning all of their men into fools”

He chuckles and walks out of the pub with the room still heavy with tension.

“YN YLN…the rabbit hole goes deep with that woman innit?” Arthur says to himself but loud enough that it the other two could hear him, he himself goes to leave the room to poor himself a drink, he’s heard enough sap to write a romance novel about for today.