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The Gentleman series on Netflix, reasons to watch:

Beautiful people, stylishly dressed and wonderfully shot ...

A fantastic mix of characters, from a literal Duke to travellers, stoners, and even an American ;) ...

Plenty of humour ...

Slightly over the top, slightly comic violence, plus overall fabulous directing from Guy Ritchie ...

A fabulous selection of well-cast familiar actors, Vinnie Jones and Ray Winstone in particular ...

Great plot/character development across the series and it is, imo, absolutely perfectly set up for a series two 🤞 with loads of potential for more entertaining chaos.

Plus ... plenty of 'ship-worthy scenes to be getting on with in the meantime ...

(The series is apparently a spin off of an earlier film, but I watched all of the episodes before I even realised the film existed, and it didn't feel like I was missing anything for having not seen the film.)

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The Gentlemen (2024)

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THE GENTLEMEN (2024- ) 1.03 Where's My Weed At?

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The Lady - 2

Character: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Eddie Horniman x Female Reader

Summary: After fifteen years away, a step-daughter returns for her Duke step-father's funeral, only to inherit a staggering 8 million pound debt and strike a risky deal with a criminal underworld figure.

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Bucky leaned back in his chair, studying her reaction keenly. "I understand your concerns," he said, his tone surprisingly understanding. "But trust me, this is a business matter. We're not in the business of hurting innocent people."

"If someone died, I'd probably get deported," Bucky added casually, his tone belying the seriousness of his words.

"You're American too?" you blurted out, your voice tinged with disbelief. It was only now, under the stress of the moment, that you noticed Bucky's lack of a British accent.

"Yup. Just like you. So we have something in common," Bucky replied, his smile masking the underlying tension between you.

Leaning back in your chair, you feigned deep contemplation, buying yourself time to process the weight of Bucky's request. "After thinking thoroughly, it's not gonna happen," you finally declared, your words a thinly veiled refusal.

Bucky's easygoing demeanor vanished instantly, replaced by a steely resolve that sent shivers down your spine. Drawing closer, he rested both arms on Rupert's study table, his gaze piercing you unwaveringly.

"Your Grace, because of my friendship with Rupert, I'm giving you this last chance," Bucky declared, his voice low and commanding.

With a swift motion, he produced a business card from his suit pocket and slid it across the table towards you. "I'll be waiting for your call."

As he retreated, you couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding creeping over you. The stakes had never been higher, and you knew that the choices you made in the coming days would shape the course of your future in ways you couldn't yet comprehend.

The weight of the situation pressed down on you like a suffocating blanket as you surveyed the room, your eyes landing on the familiar photos adorning the walls.

Among them, a small picture frame caught your attention, capturing a moment frozen in time: you and Rupert, smiling at a polo game.

Your voice faltered as you addressed the silent figure in the photograph. "Why did you choose me?" you whispered, the weight of the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. "Dad."

Feeling lost and overwhelmed, you pondered your next move. Should you confront your mother, who seemed to have kept secrets hidden all along?

Or seek answers from the twins, who had already distanced themselves from the burden?

After careful consideration, you decided to turn to your childhood friend, Eddie, for guidance. With a sense of determination, you grabbed the car keys and set off for Halstead estate, hoping that Eddie might offer some much-needed clarity in this sea of uncertainty.

As you stepped onto the familiar grounds of Halstead estate, memories of summers past flooded your mind. Despite the initial awkwardness of being left behind by your mother, the warmth of Eddie's family soon enveloped you in a sense of belonging.

The memories of summers spent here flooded back. Your mother left you behind, as the twins didn't want you to join the holiday. So, your mom left you here since Eddie's manor was closer to you.

Initially awkward, but it became enjoyable with Freddie always cracking jokes and Eddie, the adventurous one.

Reminiscing about fishing trips, horseback riding, and clay shooting, you couldn't help but smile at the fond memories made in this idyllic setting.

Suddenly, a familiar voice broke through your reverie, and you turned to see Freddie, Eddie's brother, approaching with open arms. Despite the passage of time, Freddie seemed unchanged, his jovial spirit shining through.

"Y/N! Come here. Give me a hug."

You embraced him. It had been 15 years, and he seemed different, almost radiant.

Freddie said, "I'm sorry about Rupert. I lost my dad last year too."

You replied, "I'm sorry too."

"So, it's obvious you're not here for me. You want to see Eddie?" Freddie asked.

"I am," you confirmed.

"He just finished a conversation with a guest. Let me take you there," Freddie offered, leading the way.

When you walked into the study room, you heard an elegant female voice saying, "I'll give the info later."

As she walked out, you noticed her stylish demeanor and sensed a mysterious aura around her. There was a hint of leadership in her presence, but what struck you as odd was the faint smell of weed lingering in the air.

She smiled at you before departing.

"I didn't expect you to come here so soon," Eddie remarked with a smile as you turned to face him. Seated in a leather chair, he exuded the air of a true duke.

"I didn't know where else I could go," you replied.

Freddie cleared his throat. "I'll leave you two alone."

Eddie offered you a seat and poured a drink, which you gratefully accepted.

"I heard you got the title. Congrats," Eddie said, raising his glass in a toast.

You chuckled softly. "The title is useless when all I've got is debt."

Eddie fell silent for a moment. "I went through a similar situation myself. What kind of problem are you having right now?"

"Do you know Bucky Barnes?" you asked.

Eddie clicked his tongue in response.

Crossing your arms, you continued, "So you know him. That means you knew about my stepdad's weed business."

Eddie leaned back in his chair, thoughtfully swirling the amber liquid in his glass. "Rupert got into the business earlier than me," he began, his tone reflecting a mix of resignation and regret. "The woman you saw before is Susie Glass."

"He had a business with her," Eddie continued, his voice tinged with disapproval.

You clenched your jaw, the realization sinking in.

"I didn't know much about the details, but your father was on the list that worked with the Glass," Eddie explained, his expression troubled.

"He wanted out," you interjected, your voice firm with determination.

Eddie nodded grimly. "And that's where Barnes came in. He's a syndicate, setting up a branch in the UK from New York. His business was unique and deadly."

The dimly lit study seemed to take on a more sinister atmosphere as Eddie spoke, shadows dancing across the walls like flickering flames. The air was tense, each word carrying the weight of unspoken truths and hidden dangers.

"Rupert owes Barnes 8 million pounds," you stated, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

Eddie hesitated for a moment before responding, his expression thoughtful. "That's..."

"I know, it's insane," you interjected, your voice tinged with frustration.

Eddie met your gaze, his eyes reflecting a mix of sympathy and determination. "I could pay off your debt," he offered quietly.

You recoiled slightly, taken aback by his proposal. "Then what? I'll still in debt. It never ends," you countered, a note of bitterness creeping into your voice.

You sighed, the weight of Rupert's decision heavy on your shoulders. "Why did Rupert choose me?"

Eddie nodded in understanding, his expression reflective. "I asked the same thing when my dad chose me instead of Freddie."

Your brow furrowed in confusion as you looked at him, prompting Eddie to chuckle softly. "Problem solver," he explained simply.

You nodded slowly, considering Eddie's words. "Both of us did join the military. Is it because we went through difficult situations?"

Eddie leaned forward, his gaze unwavering as he locked eyes with you. "Probably," he agreed, a reassuring smile playing on his lips. "But I'm sure you could handle it. If not, I'll be here to help you."

A warmth spread through you at his words, and you felt a slight blush creeping up your cheeks. "Thank you," you murmured gratefully, appreciating his caring demeanor.

You nodded firmly. "I've got all I need. I'll go now," you declared, trying to maintain composure as you turned to leave.

Eddie nodded in response. "Sure. I'll see you next time," he replied, his tone gentle and understanding.

As you walked away, you couldn't help but feel a swirl of emotions inside, like a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and feelings. You tried to keep a cool facade, but deep down, your heart was racing.

Meanwhile, Eddie watched you go, a flicker of concern crossing his features. Then, a voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Did she notice?" someone asked quietly.

Eddie glanced over, meeting the gaze of the speaker. "Not yet," he responded softly, his expression thoughtful as he contemplated the situation.

You drove for what felt like an eternity until you finally arrived back at your own manor. As you stepped inside, you noticed Hugo playing in the living room with Susan. Ignoring your mother, your focus was solely on your little step-brother.

You were just ten years old when you first met Rupert, and he had quickly become the best father figure you'd ever known. During the eight years you spent here, you learned to appreciate Rupert's love for his legacy and the history of the manor.

Sighing heavily, you knew you were about to make a risky decision.

Heading to Rupert's study again, you picked up Bucky's business card and dialed the number. After just two rings, his voice filled your ears. "I've been waiting for your call, Your Grace," he said smoothly.

Rolling your eyes at his confidence, you replied, "Just one job and you clear the debt?"

Bucky chuckled, his tone dripping with assurance. "It would be a big explosion. They'll think it's a terrorist attack. But no, Your Grace. Five small explosions, and we're done."

Bucky's voice crackled through the line, his tone both humorous and tinged with an unmistakable edge. "Think of it as fireworks, Your Grace. Except instead of pretty colors, we'll be making a statement."

You couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh, the gravity of the situation juxtaposed with Bucky's nonchalant demeanor. "And what kind of statement would that be?" you asked, trying to match his casual tone.

"The kind that says, 'Don't mess with us,'" Bucky replied, his voice dripping with a dangerous charm. "We'll leave 'em scratching their heads and scrambling for cover."

Despite the seriousness of the conversation, you couldn't deny the thrill of adrenaline coursing through your veins. "And you're sure this will work?" you inquired, a hint of skepticism creeping into your voice.

Bucky's confidence was unwavering. "Trust me, Your Grace. When it comes to making a scene, I'm the best in the business."

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Autobiography of Red

Pairing: Eddie Horniman x Susie Glass

Wordcount: 1,597

Warnings: Explicit, +18, Smut, Masturbation, Emotionally Repressed, Sad Ending, Crying, Possessiveness, Dirty Talk, Did I mention it is sad?

Summary: "I will never know how you see red and you will never know how I see it."* The London Eye stood still at this ungodly hour. Susie was alone in her apartment but hoped she wasn't.

Susie was not an early bird, but she was forced to become one. She would rather nap for a bit longer. Today, she briefly closed her eyes to say goodbye to her nighttime sleep. The last moment of peace was not given because her mind unhelpfully supplied the daily schedule. It included lengthy dealings on the farm at Halstead Manor. They also included a particular ex-military, aristocratic soldier. The thirteenth Duke of Halstead.

She buried herself deeper under the sheets and remembered how they danced in the living room of the manor. The lingering touches, subtle glances and drinking more and more just to loosen up and not bother with the consequences of all the exchanged gestures.

The next day, Eddie asked her what she was still doing there as if he had not led her to a bedroom on the first floor and had not helped her out of her shoes. She remembered the kiss left on her forehead. Remembered how his fingers slipped down her bare arm sticking out from under the sheets.

Susie was on the edge of asking him to stay, rest his head on the other pillow, and embrace her body, before she completely forget what it means to be close to another person. But, she shut her mouth tightly. Her eyes closed and she heard doors closed behind Eddie.

It was time for daydreams to end. Susie stared for a moment at the London Eye, which stood still at this ungodly hour.

Later, she bit her lip, walking in front of her vast closet, and trying to decide what to wear. She thought about a nice three-piece suit in deep navy. On some days, she just needed an extra boost of confidence to cover up her uncertainty and doubts.

The clothes had to speak for her, wordlessly explaining that Susie was qualified to do what she did and that she was an authority in her own right without her dad having the last word. She is not a blind follower of his rules, but she is their maker, too. Susie is writing them in wet ink, and whoever disobeys her ends up with her pen sticking out of his eye.

She smirked, picturing her future enemies punished through that unconventional method. There is always space to refine one's game.

Nevertheless, she moved her sight to the other part of her closet, where various shirts were hung. She has not worn silk for a while now. Her collection was too diverse to let it lie unused.

She took a moment longer to consider her options and switched to choosing a lingerie set. Of course, today, there was no need to fuss with anything too frivolous. One of the white drawers hid her plain but comfortable bras, which she would wear on a daily basis.

A plain Skims set would do the work, but once she had it on, she felt too casual, so mediocre that her skin started to itch as if it wanted to be peeled off. The set blended with her pale skin tone and made her smoother, almost perfect. Only freckles splattered on her legs and arms betrayed an extra layer of material on her body.

Her resourcefulness, more often than not, was a hindrance to fulfilling her own needs.

Susie turned back to the drawers and opened another one. The contests of it, their textures, colours, and variety of patterns differed diametrically. She gently slid her fingers through them and stopped on the dark burgundy set.

Her mind drifted to the day they stole a green Lamborghini, and it almost backfired spectacularly. She also remembered what she wore on that day, a red suit with a belt tightly wrapped around her waist. A few buttons of the shirt were left open to counterbalance the heavy material. Her black hair was falling in curls down her arms. That was one of her most successful outfits to date, but she would never suspect another impact it had.

Eddie had never stared at her this intensely, this darkly. She felt his eyes on her, but he was not persistent in confirming their decision or agreeing on something. On that day, he was sliding his gaze down her arms, cleavage, and thighs. How could he think she did not feel it?

A thrill of excitement ran down her spine whenever she caught him looking everywhere but not directly into her eyes. She was not intimidated, but her light complexion blushed prominently under her makeup. He might be obvious, but she did not have to be.

She took the burgundy set out of the drawer. She slipped out of boring Skims and slowly, savouring this moment, put on thin, heavily laced panties. Then she fastened her balcony bra behind the back and finally clipped the garter belt in its place. Her light skin was picking through meshed insertions. Standing in front of the mirror, Susie slowly, almost teasingly, dragged her hands down to be sure that everything was smoothed out and in place.

She imagined what Eddie's face would look like now. She would mock him: 'How do you like me now? Am I good enough?'

He would not be embarrassed or lost but rather intrigued, silently watching her while leaning back against the doorframe. Susie would present for him, put her hands behind her neck and raise her hair to uncover more of a scandalously white skin. She was anxious to imagine his voice, so he would still be gazing at her reflection in the mirror.

'Come closer, Eddie. Don't be a stranger.'

He would move only with her permission. Before stopping right behind her, he would shed his black jacket and drop it off on the sofa in the middle of the closet. Eddie would gently grab her arms and put them down. His fingers would dig into her arms as if he was ensuring she was real, all his to touch and hold.

'Susan, darling' His deep and rough voice whispered straight to her ear would make her legs tremble, so he had to ground her and embrace her unsteady body. `Do you want me to watch you?'

Susie would shut her eyes, suddenly embarrassed by his hands roaming down her tight stomach.

'Yes, Eddie, if you like it.’ She whispered shyly.

His response was a pained groan and his hands squeezing her ass under the lace. Susie would moan loudly responding to his possessive marking of her body.

`I fucking love it, baby. Show me that you love it, too. I know you want to.' She nodded and rested the back of her head on his chest while her manicured nails skimmed down her stomach and under the lace of her panties. `Tell me how it feels, love. I need to know if you feel good.'

Susie would be pulsing and hot, sweat forming on her hairline. She would open her lips and breathe out shakily, letting out the faintest cries of pleasure. His arms would make her hotter and deliciously restrain her movements. Still, his posture would support her like a wall she could rest against when her body was slipping out of her control.

`Open your eyes, Susie.'

On his request, they snapped wide open. He was there, right behind Susie, with one hand delicately cupping her breast. It felt so right that Susie wanted to cry. Her cheeks were bright red, and her lips were swollen from biting into them. Eddie's dark eyes bore into her while she was slowly touching herself.

`Let me help you, please, allow me.'

He did not wait for her permission this time. His large hand slid under hers and she whined as if it was what she craved all along. Susie's nails would dig into his forearm, feeling his increasing movements, his hardness digging into her back and fingers of his other hand sliding into her mouth. She licked around them, promising him the things she intended to do. She felt that for her it was just a matter of a few more flicks of his fingers.

`Let go for me, Susie.' He was mumbling into her neck now, lips lightly brushing against it. Her reflection in the mirror was dishevelled, her hips bucking into his touch. `Next time, we will do it against this mirror. With London behind our backs. With your tits pressed to the mirror and your lipstick spread across it.'

Susie nodded, hearing these words. They were vulgar and tempting, and she knew they could not be real. Those were her darkest, deepest fantasies. Eddie's black eyes were staring at her now, and she was on the edge of falling.

`Then, I will do what you want me to. In your bed, I will take care of you, Susie. We will fuck nice and slow. You will fall in love with me and maybe not feel so lonely and pathetic.'

Susie rapidly turned her back to the mirror and fell on the floor. She remained there for several minutes, shaking and breathing hard. Tears were burning her eyes, but Susie could not let them fall. She will not let her stupid dreams and fantasies ruin her picture-perfect image.

Finally, when she calmed down, she raised her head. Just as before, the London Eye was standing still.

Susie stood up and changed into Skims. Then, she put on the first clothes she found in her wardrobe.

On her way out, Susie threw the burgundy set into the bin.

*Quote by Anne Carson. The title is also taken from one of her books.

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Right, so clearly 20-25ish years ago, Geoff gave up a life of crime and took a job on the 12th Earl of Halstead 's country estate. Why? Who knows. Maybe his parents were in service and worked at Halstead Manor and he grew up on the grounds. Maybe he was from the village originally.

For whatever reason, he walked away from the life--but he knows what's what, and he definitely knows Robert Glass.

Bobby Glass would have been 10 years Geoff's senior, and it's entirely possible the whole reason the Earl (who was absolutely 100% Terence Stamp's generation) not only so readily accepted the proposal but a spearheaded the agreement amongst the Glass family and 12 other aristocratic families is because he trusted Geoff's counsel despite (for who knows? maybe because of) the fact that Geoff had an affair with his wife and Charlotte is his daughter.

So inside my head, regardless of whether or not we do get a second series, my head canon is that Terence Stamp was Bobby and Geoff's previous boss, the one they broke away from. Maybe Bobby took over Terence Stamp's business by force, maybe Bobby built his own in the '70s brick by brick with his blessing. But there's history there. It's three generations of Glasses and Hornimans side by side.

And I think Blackmailer Frank the former journo with integrity knows all of the story. Or at least, all the various pieces of the puzzle, but a puzzle he hasn't put together because he doesn't know what the big picture is.

Something happened 20-25ish years ago, and maybe it involves Susie and Jack's mum's death and maybe it doesn't, but I don't think the timing is coincidence.

Fuck. I'm gonna have to write something. And I also very clearly need to rewatch Sexy Beast.

ETA: If I do write something, it will almost certainly begin 'In retrospect, all things considered, he should have sold the Gainsborough.'

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Yes, that’s exactly what he’d do in that situation. He’s so in tuned to her that he’d sense that negative energy from across the room and run over to help. Even after a stressful day in emergency department with all of his responsibilities  and concerns, Will puts her first. He’s tired yes - god, yes!  

Taking care of people in various states of disarray is just about the hardest job there is. But he doesn’t bring that home to her as soon as he sees the emotional condition she’s in. He leaves his own shit at the door.

He has the fortitude to take care of his favorite girl, after all!

Radio prompt #8 - Take a breath, take it deep Calm yourself, he says to me (with Will Halstead)

Your hands are shaking, you can feel the vibration richoetting through your body and you sit with your back against that couch, your knees drawn up to your chest.

You see the blood, feel the warmth of it splash across your face, taste it on the tip of your tongue. You've showered since then but you can still feel it on your skin.

You had known Richard had mental health issues. He was one of your frequent fliers, someone from the neighbourhood who suffered with schizophrenia. You'd known him from your very first days in patrol and you'd always been able to calm him down even in the midst of his delusions.

Today though... today had been different. He had been entirely clear headed when he wrenched that knife across his throat. You had seen a moment of clarity in the madness.

His wife laying on the floor in front of him, the shit kicked out of her because he thought she was a member of the IRA coming to kill him. He had known the medication wasnt helping he was getting worse, he knew that next time he may just kill her.

You'd seen the resignation in his gaze, you'd lashed out grabbing for him but it was too late.

The anguish tears at your chest, it feels like someone has shoved barbed wire right through your sternum. It hurts to breath.

You don't hear Will come in, your eyes are blurry from the tears that are running down your cheeks. As soon as he lays eyes on you, his backpack slips to that floor and he kneels down in front of you, his hands cupping your features lovingly.

"Darling..." he whispers as he kisses the tears from your cheeks. "Tell me what happened."

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Can someone settle an argument for me. Halstead Manor must be somewhere in Surrey for how close it is to London.

My point stems from episode 2 after Johnston's gala in londond, Susie drives Eddie home.

What do other people think??

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The Gentlemen : Quotes

"- Your inheritance has made you a very wealthy man, but that doesn't mean to say that you're rich. You're asset rich, cash poor. There has been a slightly unconventional approach from a lawyer based in London. His client has expressed an interest in purchasing Halstead Manor. (The lawyer) - When someone dies, the vultures start circling." (Eddie - Episode 1)

"- Yes, and the sooner you get rid of them, the better." (Lady Sabrina - Episode 4) - I just need to figure out a way of making them more money with a little less fuss. (Eddie - Episode 4) - Now, come one. Nothing like a good funeral to put things in perspective." (Lady Sabrina - Episode 4)

"- Behind the air of pomposity, there's a man you don't wanna fuck with. (Eddie) - Speak for yourself, Eddie." (Freddy - Episode 4)

"- He's rather lovely. He's your classic struggling artist. Just a little too desperate to be discovered." (Freddy - Episode 4)

"- Would you introduce me? (Eddie) - You're up to something, Eddie. (Freddy) - Never." (Eddie - Episode 4)

"- Oh, Freddy has many talents, but sticking isn't one of them." (Eddie - Episode 4)

"- It's the kind of risk-reward relationship I could get on board with. Free market, fucking great. Lack of regulation, check. No taxation? Yeah, baby. Smidge of illegality? Yeah, well, no business plan's perfect." (Max (?)- Episode 4)

"- Only thing he likes more than wine and fine dining is the sound of his own voice." (Susie - Episode 5)

"- Are you trying to blackmail us? (Susie) - Ah, well, that depends on your definition of blackmail. (JP) - Perhaps you could help us clarify your definition." (Eddie - Episode 5) "- We've all just gotta figure out what we're good at and fuck the consequences in the arse. (Freddy) - The consequences might fuck you in the arse if you do 14 years in prison." (Eddie) - Yeah, we're all in cages, brother." (Freddy - Episode 5)

"- That's the thing about running an international crime syndicate. We can get to anyone." (Susie - Episode 5)

"- You continue to deliver on your end of the bargain and see how they respond. Don't let 'em know what you're thinking. And meanwhile, prepare for all eventualities." (Geoff - Episode 6)

"- Well, you don't fuck about, do you? (Eddie) - Like you said, impulse, instinct, survival." (Henry - Episode 6)

"- I thought you burnt that bridge. You know what creative types are like. Passion runs high, but it's quickly forgotten." (Episode 6)

"- That's a very wild accusation. - Why don't you deny it, then, hmm?" (Episode 6)

"- There is nothing that I won't do to protect my family. (Eddie) - Careful there, soldier. I can be nice, and I can be not so nice. You've only seen me on one setting." (Susie - Episode 6)

"- Looking supremely fucking confident. As well you should." (Episode 6)

"- You may have a small army, but I am the state. I am the house. I am the establishment. And you are ill-equipped physically, martially, and intellectually for the fight you've mistakenly chosen to pick." (Susie - Episode 6)

"- What have you got to be sorry for? Didn't do anything, did you?" (Susie - Episode 7)

"- You're not thinking with your business brain. You're thinking with your emotional feelings. You're my angel of life, not my angel of death" (Bobby - Episode 7)

"- Violence and trickery has no place in our way of business." (Episode 7)

"- How do you intend to use their names? Mr. Johnston believes the key to a good deal is to give everyone something they want." (The secretary - Episode 7)

"- Now blood's been spilled, he's not gonna stop until he's got it. There's nothing he won't do." (Episode 7)

"- Problem is, I'm currently on the precipice of a difficult decision about which side offers the best chance of an exit... with the least possible fuss." (Eddie - Episode 7)

"- If you're gonna do it, just fucking do it. (Henry) - Oh, no. After you made my brother suffer, I think I'm entitled to take my fucking time. Make an example of you. Make sure no one ever tries to steal my business again." (Susie - Episode 7)

"- Because this is the one time I can do something selfless. The one chance I have to reclaim a shred of human dignity. The moral of the story is, you need to take the blows, accept the blame, all for the sake of the bigger picture." (Bobby - Episode 8)

"- And why me exactly? (Eddie) - It ain't gone unnoticed that you two have become a right double act working together." (Bobby - Episode 8)

"- I was under the impression it was verified. (Stanley Johnston - Episode 8) - No. You've been the victim of a deception, Mr. Johnston. (Eddie - Episode 8)

"-You see, until you've had the living shit beaten out of you, you don't know anything. But when you realize the only thing that matters is power, the whole world opens up. 'Cause it's literally there for the taking." (Jack - Episode 8)

"- However, if you want the benefit from my vast years of experience, I'd say that you're much more likely to regret the things that you didn't do rather than the things that you did." (Lady Sabrina - Episode 8)

"- It got me thinking. Nothing in life worth having comes without a little... danger." (Eddie - Episode 8)

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DC Dimensions project plan: The Hellblazers (Vol. 1)

This series is not an assured project. It is a concept that can still be changed or scrapped.

Synopsis

After years of fighting demons wanting to take his soul, John Constantine has found some semblance of a happy life. He lives in Shadowcrest Manor with his wife Zatanna, his son Zachary, and his adopted daughter Rachel. However, a forgotten enemy has returned to torment the family by putting them into a fantasy

Characters

John Constantine - A retired occult detective and former member of Justice League Dark. He has many enemies on Earth and in Hell.

Zatanna Zatara - A retired stage magician and former member of Justice League Dark. She is the inheritor of Shadowcrest Manor.

Rachel Roth/Zee Constantine/Raven - The daughter of the interdimensional demon Trigon. She was adopted by John Constantine and Zatanna. She used to be a member of the Teen Titans.

Zachary Constantine - The son of John Constantine and Zatanna. He has a talent for the magical arts and an interest in the darker side of magic.

Charlie Halstead - A villain that once crossed paths with John Constantine and Zatanna. He is a telepath and was humiliated by John, who defeated him just by knocking him out in one punch. He has returned to get revenge by trapping Constantine and his family in a pleasurable fantasy world created by the Black Mercy.

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The inspiration for this story did not come from Marvel Studios "WandaVision," but rather the episode "For the Man Who Has Everything" of DCAU show "Justice League Unlimited."

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electric touch.

after twelve plus hours of decoding and arguing and decoding some more, dorey emerges from hut six feeling like an over cooked egg. or undercooked. she’s exhausted and hungry - she’s not very creative when she’s fully awake and she’s starving besides. the codes were changing - easier because they knew more or less what they were looking for now and harder because the germans were starting to get a little desperate. she despises night shift but also never tires of the thrill of being in the first group to crack for the day. her desire for sleep and competitive drive have always been in direct conflict with each other, never more than here.

the sun has the audacity to be shining when she kicks her bicycle away from the tree she’d left it against last night. she has a pounding headache from the eye strain (she adds finding an optometrist to her list of things to ask jessa about when she’s next in london) and a churning gut from nothing but black coffee. she doesn’t trust her balance to ride the bicycle and instead walks alongside if it, thankful for even a little bit of assistance. her lodging is close but she’s not there right now so it’s very far indeed. she’s wheeling across the lawn when she hears what could be her name but could also be a shouted apology. though this is full of oxbridge people and god knows none of them have ever shouted and -

“dorey?”

christ on the cross, is she being punished by an ironic universe for being an immature nightmare three years ago? is this delayed penance for some childhood offense? is she not allowed to see sidney halstead when she doesn’t look like a bedraggled hamster. she blinks in the direct sunlight that seems to have decided to shine directly in her eyes and shades them with her free hand. “hello sidney,” she says. “i’ve been awake for twenty four hours so i apologize but are you real or am i hallucinating?”

he laughs and closes the distance between them. “no, i’m real. can’t say why but i’m here for a few days.”

“of course.” she tries to look awake and engaged and not yawn. “welcome, welcome. don’t touch anything.”

“are you…” he cocks his head at her and yes, she must resemble a plague victim at this point. “okay?”

“i need to eat a sandwich and get some sleep but i’ll be fine.” she fights back a yawn, sure her jaw is stretching like a snake. “late night. morning. christ, what time is it?”

“about ten.”

“it was four the last i checked so that’s nice.” 

“do you need me to make sure you get back home?” he asks. “you look like you might keel over or wander into traffic.”

“that’s what the bicycle is for,” she says, giving it a friendly pat, like it’s a beloved horse. “i’ll be fine. i’m a minute away.”

“are you sure?”

“extremely. very.” she remembers that he’s visiting and manners kick back in. “do you want to have dinner later maybe?”

“sure, if you survive.”

“settled. dinner. after six. seven. absolutely seven.”

“absolutely seven. maybe tomorrow?”

“no, no.” she waves her hand in front of her mouth as she forces back another yawn. “i’ll be resurrected by seven.”

“do i need to track you down again or are you going to tell me?”

“five prince street, come around the back.” she yawns again and this time she can’t stop it. “excuse me.”

he shakes his head but it’s fond. “go home dorey.”

he heads off towards the manor house and she manages to get herself back to prince street and the former’s cooks quarters that’s her bolt hole. her landlady is as deaf as a post and seems to take her hot plate as a personal offense and there are no windows but she can come and go as she pleases and after night shift, the cool dark is bliss.

she falls asleep as soon as her head hits her pillow and when she wakes up, she feels much better, damn near human again. a shower and a sandwich had taken her the rest of the way and once her brain function had been restored, she realized that she had somehow managed to ask sidney on something of a date tonight. not that dinner has to lead to anything, of course - it just usually had in the past. it didn’t mean that she would pick up the habit again but it did show prior action and probability being what it was - it could. 

“you will not sleep with him,” she tells herself sternly in the cracked bureau mirror. she wags her hairbrush at her reflection for emphasis but it doesn’t seem to have any effect on her.

the sun has started to dip when her watch ticks to seven. she smooths her dress one more time - it’s a poppy red one with little white flowers that jessa bullied her into buying. it’s entirely too bright for the but and red makes one of the other code breakers nauseous but she likes it and damnit, if she’s accidentally asked a man on a date, she’d like to feel nice. sid is waiting at the stairs, leaning against the railing in wait and when she turns around from locking the back door, he’s looking at her funny.

“what?”

he shakes his head as though to clear it. “almost didn’t recognize you,” he says. “you look so much more alive than the last time i saw you.”

dorey rolls her eyes and joins him at the. bottom of the stairs. “i forgot what a sweet talker you are. any other compliments or are you going to feed me?”

he holds out an arm for her and she hesitates before tucking her hand in the crook. “i’ll come up with something. do me a favor though?”

she considers a quick remark but there’s something sincere in his tone that has her holding it back. 

“let’s not talk about the war. you can’t, i really don’t want to after today.”

“i can do that. what do you want to talk about instead?”

“literally anything. mushrooms. bricks. grass. cats.”

“are you just listing things you can see?”

he smiles down at her and her stomach flips. “it’s a start.”

she smiles back. “let’s start with mushrooms.”

they make their way to the village pub and she remembers just how easy he is to talk to. as promised, he doesn’t ask her about her work and she doesn’t ask him about his. they exhaust the subject of mushrooms fairly quickly but move onto others - she likes to hear his opinions on things, to talk and discuss and make him laugh. it’s heady stuff for her to remember how good it feels to be around someone like him. he’s smarter than he thinks but not nearly as stuck up about it as everyone she’s surrounded with day in and day out. by the time they leave, she’s damn near smitten with him all over again.

when he kisses her, it feels like no time has passed at all. her body remembers this, remembers twining her arms around his neck to level their height difference, the way his hands grip her hips and smoothly guide her to press her against the alley’s brick wall. while she has been kissed since he left, this is just a reminder that he always did it exactly right. 

he doesn’t try to lift her - she hates being lifted without being asked and too many men try. she always feels like she’s about to be smuggled off like some piratical wench of done incorrectly. his hands are sure and when she nips at his lower lip, the kiss goes deeper and harder. her head thuds against the brick for a second but one of his hands moves to cups the back of her head as a cushion. 

this at least has always worked for them. 

“can i-“

he asks and she nods eagerly. her legs bracket his waist and after a moment of quick rearranging, he has her pinned between him and the wall. she sinks her fingers into his hair and she abandons thought.

“slow down,” he gasps, even as his hands on her bare thighs feel like a starting gun. she can’t tell if he’s telling her or himself. “baby, slow down. just a second.”

oh, her. she tries to still, meeting him in the middle when the kissing turns slow and deep. slow is nice, slow is fine but then she remembers that he has a very nice neck that he liked having kissed three years ago. for the sake of experimentation, she tries it and gets a muffled moan. she tries it again with a little more bite and gets him swearing which feels like victory.

“damnit dorey,” he grunts, pinning her a little harder - as though that’s going to deter her.

“i wasn’t going to do this,” she says, half laughing and half moaning when his hips jerk against hers. one of them should probably start thinking straight but it’s not going to be her at this rate. nor him, to be perfectly honest. neither of them are, with the gift of hindsight, particularly good at thinking straight around each other.

“told myself the same damn thing.” he doesn’t drop her but gently untangles them to set her back in the ground. “we need to go somewhere. i can’t get court martialed for having my dick out.”

she told herself a lot of things and has forgotten them all. “mine. private entrance. deaf landlady.”

“damn, you hit the jackpot.” he picks up her handbag from where it dropped. she hadn’t even realized. frankly she’s forgotten she ever even owned one in the first place. she takes it in one hand and laces her fingers with his with the other. “lead the way.”

“can they court martial you for indecent exposure?”

“i’m not finding out with you.”

[subtlesolitude-tailoredtaste]

THE GENTLEMAN - GUY RICHIE’S NETFLIX WORLD PREMIERE IN LONDON WITH ALL THE CAST AND Q&A

STEVIES WORLD UK

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2024

Join me as I experience my first ever Red Carpet event at Guy Richie’s Netflix World Premiere of the Gentleman TV series at London’s Theatre Royal Drury Lane. I was lucky enough to see the cast on the red carpet, the premiere of the first episode and a Q&A session after the screening with all the cast alongside the series director.

The series premiered on Netflix on the 7th March and in respect to the cast and crew this video is being released the day after, so hopefully no spoilers.

The Gentlemen is a television series created by Guy Ritchie. It is a spin-off of Ritchie's 2019 film of the same name. The series stars Theo James and consists of eight episodes.

Eddie Halstead has unexpectedly inherited an estate of 15,000 acres and the title of Duke of Halstead from his recently deceased father, but he learns that the land has become part of a weed-growing empire run by Bobby Glass. Now, he must navigate a world of eclectic and dangerous characters with nefarious agendas, while also trying to protect his home and stay alive.

CAST

Theo James as Eddie Halstead, the new Duke of Halstead.

Kaya Scodelario as Susie Glass

Daniel Ings as Freddy Halstead, Eddie's older brother.

Joely Richardson as Lady Sabrina Halstead, Eddie and Freddy's mother.

Giancarlo Esposito as Stanley Johnston, a wine aristocrat who is trying to buy the Halstead Manor.

Peter Serafinowicz as Tommy Dixon, a member of the Scouse crime family.

Pearce Quigley as John “the Gospel” Dixon, Tommy's brother and the head of the Scouse crime family.

Vinnie Jones as Geoff Seacombe, the groundskeeper of the Halstead Manor

Chanel Cresswell as Tammy

Max Beesley as Henry Collins

Harry Goodwins as Jack

Ruby Sear as Gabrielle

Ray Winstone as Bobby Glass

Dar Salim as Felix, a “cleaner”

Guy Ritchie entered development of a television series for him to write and direct inspired by his film The Gentlemen with Moonage Pictures and Miramax Television in October 2020. Ritchie was also executive producing alongside the producers of the original film. Matthew Read helped Richie write the pilot script, also coming on board to executive produce at Moonage with Will Gould, and Netflix ultimately ordered the series. The cast; including Theo James, Kaya Scodelario, Daniel Ings, Joely Richardson, Giancarlo Esposito, Peter Serafinowicz, and Vinnie Jones; was announced the week before filming was set to begin, and Alexis Rodney was added in the first week of filming. In June 2023, Max Beesley was added to the cast, and Hugh Warren was revealed as the series producer. Chanel Cresswell joined the cast in a recurring role during production in December. Ray Winstone was revealed to be part of the cast through a teaser in January 2024.

Production took place in London and Badminton House running from November 2022 through June 2023. Filming took place at Longcross Studios and West London Film Studios with additional on-location shooting throughout the town, including at the Princess Victoria pub and the Tate Modern as well as areas of Hackney and Islington.

[pedroam-bang]

The Gentlemen (2024)

[readtilyoudie]

He stopped in a little copse where they would be hidden from the street. “But if you want a big wedding, I can endure it.” His expression was solemn as he took her hands in his. “I can endure anything, as long as you marry me. And keep loving me for the rest of your life.”

Staring into his earnest face, she felt something flip over in her chest. She stretched up to brush his mouth with hers, and he pulled her in for a long, ardent kiss.

“Well?” he said huskily when he was done. “If I had any sense of decency, I would give you a chance to consult with a lawyer about settlements and such, especially since you’ll be coming into some money. But—”

“—you have no sense of decency, I know,” she teased. She tapped her finger against her chin. “Or was that morals you claimed not to have? I can’t remember.”

“Watch it, minx,” he warned with a lift of his brow. “If you intend to taunt me for every foolish statement I’ve made in my life, you’ll force me to play Rockton and lock you up in my dark, forbidding manor while I have my wicked way with you.”

“That sounds perfectly awful,” she said, gazing at the man she loved. “How soon can we start?”

The Truth About Lord Stoneville (Hellions of Halstead Hall, #1) by Sabrina Jeffries

[honestly-oceanie]

YOU PUT ME ON AND SAID I WAS YOUR FAVORITE || soft bois edition pt.3

Synopsis: drawing something(s) on their arm/wrist/hands

《Ijekiel Alpheus, Felix Robane, Isis de Elmir, Erden Astar Halstead, Erudian Lu Soledo Belgoat, Cassian Eckard, Felix Chamberlain, Anakin, Zachary de Arno, Kiyu Ahn | gn!reader》

{Fluff♡ | ▪︎imagine/scenario▪︎}

I Have Become The Hero's Rival/Your Ultimate Love Rival

Felix Chamberlain

🦋 You were at the Chamberlain's manor, just slouching on their couch, all bored.

"What's the matter? Why do you seem to be sulking?"

🦋 Felix's sudden appearance made you jump out of your skin.

🦋 You were currently at their manor as per Claudia's request. She had ask you to come to their house to hang out, however, an hour had past but she still hasn't arrive. You had asked their servants yet they all say the same thing: "I don't know, My Lady."

🦋 You and Felix have been friends since childhood, thus you always talk to him informally and freely.

"Felix! Just right on time. Do you know where your sister possibly could be?"

"She left with Irene an hour ago."

"What?! But I did not saw them."

🦋 Felix just shrugged and you sighed. Those girls are really something, you thought. You stood up and was heading to the door but Felix stop you by grabbing your wrist.

"You're leaving, just like that? But you're already here."

"Exactly. I am here but Claudia and Irene are not here."

"But I am here, [Name]."

🦋 He saw a pen and grabbed it. "Lets have our own fun. We hadn't done this for a long time." he said. And he was right. Drawing on each other had always been a favorite hobby between the two of you, despite the scolding you'll receive later it was worth it.

🦋 You just gave him a closed eyed smile and agreed, "Alright."

🦋 Felix made sure to take a mental note to thank his sister and Irene later for helping him.

Kill The Villainess

Anakin

🦋 After finishing his part, I realized that it was the same as the one I had previously written with another character and unfortunately I have no more ideas for him. But I promise to write for him next time. If I get any idea that is.

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Marriage of Convenience

Zachary de Arno

"Count de Arno"

🦋 You were outside playing with Nikola, having the time of your lives. Meanwhile, the Count was just staring of at his window, watching you smiling so wide and laughing so carefree.

"Would you like to take a break?"

🦋 Vincent's voice pulled him out of his trance.

"I can call for Our Lady to come here—if you'd like."

"No, no, there is no need to."

🦋 He immediately rejected the idea. Although he would like to spend some time with you, he didn't want for your happiness to be put onto halt. He does notice you becoming stiff and guarded around his presence. He honestly just wants you to feel comfortable around him like how you are currently with the little boy.

🦋 He feels it's very embarrasing and won't ever admit it but he did feel a little envious of the child you were giggling with.

🦋 He cleared his throat along with his thoughts then proceded with his work.

🦋 A little while after, he heard the door open and immediately looked up and he saw you.

"Um... s-sorry to interrupt you work I– "

"It's alright. What brings you here?"

🦋 You gave him his dinner. You asked Vincent about the Count as he was nowhere to be seen during dinner and you got worried for him. You decided to stay at his office until he finish his meal and he didn't object, wishing to spend some time with you. However, both of you were stuck in an awkward silence, neither knowing what to do nor say.

🦋 You saw an extra pen on his desk and out of habit you picked it up and started drawing on your hand, the Count just watching you quietly. After you were satisfied, you look up to see if the Count has finished his meal but instead you both locked eyes, after realization you both looked away.

🦋 You sighed, this time you decided to have courage, it's not like the Count will eat you out alive.

"You know Count, whenever I feel stressed out I woukd usually do this. It relaxes me and I also love to make arts."

🦋 Your oh so charming smile made the Zachary's heart skip a beat. Without thinking, he placed his arm in front of you.

"You can draw on mine too." He says with a little redness on his cheeks.

🦋 You were shock at first, but then chuckled and proceded to do as he said.

🦋 Zachary just looked at you with fondness evident on his eyes. This little moment will always remain forever on him.

Bonus:

Your Smile Is A Trap

Kiyu Ahn

🦋 this was only suppose to be historical manhwa's but I can't resist him. He must me protected at all times🥺

🦋 Kiyu doesn't want to be bothered with this idol thingy anymore. You know that and you respect his decision.

🦋 You were Kiyu's first friend at school, you sat behind him and since he was a new student you thought about helping him adjust. The more time you two spent together, the more the friendship blossom and eventually, you both started dating, only your families knows about this and you both prefer it this way.

🦋 That was until, his identity and real face was revealed. It was a hot mess and Kiyu is feeling pressured and you can see that so you decided to help him ease atleast.

"Kiyu, your hand." you gestured and he complied.

🦋 You picked up a colored marker that was beside you and started drawing on his face. He was surprise but sit still. That was until you started chuckling, he felt a little suspicious and ran to get a mirror.

"[Name]!!!" he screamed your name while you just laughed hysterically.

🦋 You finally calmed down after he returned with a cute pout on his face.

"Oh c'mon! We can always erase that. Here, you can draw on mine too."

🦋 Without hesistation, he picked up a colored marker and started drawing on you. Then it turn into a contest between you two.

🦋 Kiyu was clearly having fun, now the one laughing hysterically at your messy form eventhiugh he was on the same state.

🦋 Seeing him like this made you smile so wide, this was the Kiyu you know, the Kiyu you fell in love with. Having him return to his happy and innocent self made you feel relief, you hoped everyday could just like be this happy and carefree.

"What? *chuckle* why do you look like that?" He asked.

"Nothing, I'm just happy whenever I'm with you. Stop worrying about the others for now and lets have fun, yeah?"

🦋 Kiyu smiled at you gratefully. He felt really lucky to have you, he was blessed with an understanding and caring partner, what more could he ask for.

-honestly, Oceanie-

[leavemeslowly]

Idk if anyone cares but I am working on a new Eddie x Susie fic which takes place across four locations: the park by the Halstead Manor, Eddie’s bedroom, Glassknuckle and Royal Opera House ;))) It is gonna be fun! If you want to be notified when I post it, please drop a comment <3