#james keziah delaney fic

[tomhardyspinkyfinger]

Hey how’s it going 🥰🥰🥰 34. why are you so cold? 77..“i’ve been thinking about you all day.” For James Delaney please??

You quite literally were one of the only people keeping James Delaney alive. Brace did everything he could but the hardheaded man only ever listened to you.

You were his maid, but sometimes it felt more like you were his mother. On this particular night, the house was swarmed with anxiety. James hadn't come home the previous night, and you and Brace searched all of London with no such luck.

Both of you came home with your tails between your legs and stood shocked, staring at none other than James Delaney nursing a glass of whiskey in the den. You threw down your coat and caught his attention.

"Where the hell have you been? Brace and I have been worried sick all day, James." You seethed. James had yet to look at either of you, his stony eyes glaring into the fire.

"Out." He spoke. You scoffed.

"Out where? You couldn't have checked in with us?" You exclaimed. James stood from his chair and stormed up to you, eyes blazing.

"You'd like that wouldn't you? Constantly pining over my attention the way you do." James bit out, venom laced in his tone.

"Why are you so cold? You are a cold hearted man, James Delaney. Brace and I have been worried and searching all day! I’ve been thinking about you all day, the way I do every day when I'm cleaning your wounds and keeping you alive. You're a spiteful and ungrateful man, James. I am done pining over a man who does not respect me. I am leaving, see how long you last without me James." You ranted, tears brimming your eyes. Like expected, James said nothing, and you weren't going to stand around hoping he'd fall to his knees and beg for forgiveness.

You stormed upstairs to begin packing, and Brace followed after a shameful shake of the head in James's direction.

James had really done it this time.

[dreamlandcreations]

Biker AU

biker!James Delaney x Reader

You've heard of James "The Devil" Delaney before but you always thought it was just foolish rumours that he had magical powers, he might have been a dangerous man but he was no devil.

Meeting him changed your mind. He must have some powers because you feel enchanted and the sinful dreams feel so real that they must be magical.

• moodboards masterlist •

[yes-sir-mr-tom]

I binged watched Taboo again and binging Vikings. I might do some Alfie and James Fics tonight. Maybe even a Tom one if I’m feeling it.

(Gifs not made by me) I am using some prompts for fun. Until I get a good story idea on my own. Anyone is welcome to request something as well.

[dreamlandcreations]

#1

Completed ✔ Unfinished❓Ongoing❗

Poe Dameron

@no-droids The Bet Series - Part 1, Part 2 ✔

@halfwaythereroyalwrites Trust in Me - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 ❓

Bucky Barnes

@thejamesoldier Like Silver Glass - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 ❓

@invisibleanonymousmonsters Runaway ✔

@buckitybarnes Inevitable - Part 1, Part 2 ✔

@sherrybaby14 The Vikings Sannr Ast - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (dark fic!!!) ✔

@nellblazer My Right to Purge - Dark!Steve, Bucky x Reader (dark fic!!!) ✔

@supersoldierslover Two Night Stand ✔

@221bshrlocked​ A gentle touch ✔

Nathan Bateman

@youvebeenlivingfictional The Logical Progression + Epilogue ✔

@youvebeenlivingfictional Bateman Begins❗

Santiago Garcia

@youvebeenlivingfictional Don't Treat My Love Like a Habit ✔

Billy Russo

@becauseicantthinkwritings Monster Masterlist (werepanther!Billy, warlock!Billy, etc.) ❗

@fight-so-dirty Way Down We Go ✔

@pillow-titties Get it outta your system ✔

Darkling

@yagurlrosie Nyctophobia (dark fic!!!) ✔

Sherlock Holmes (Henry Cavill)

@cinebration A Challenge Part 1, Part 2 ✔

James Keziah Delaney

@cinebration Who Spins the Coin ✔

Alfie Solomons

@cinebration Wicked Creature ✔

@cinebration Screaming Demons ✔

@theshelbyclan Off the Menu ✔

I can’t name a specific work for them, but I adore 

@autumnleaves1991-blog  @princessxkenobi and @tripleissue for their Triple Frontier fics

@thefact0rygirl mainly for her Boba Fett pieces but essentially for all her posts

@maybege @rosethornxs @saradika @the-little-ewok @princessxkenobi​ @galacticgraffiti​ and many others for their Boba, Poe and other Star Wars fics

@anetteaneta for basically all her Oscar Isaac’s character fics

@massivecolorspygiant @drabbles-mc and @bellisperennis0 for their Bishop posts

@solomons-finest-rum and @sceawere because they posted an insane amount of stuff about Alfie Solomons

also, the Bishop x Brat tag of @massivecolorspygiant and @youvebeenlivingfictional is something that’s having a life of its own and worth checking out

Non-fic creators that deserve appreciation:

@softpeter’s moodboards 

@firefly-graphics with the many many dividers

@creativepromptsforwriting with the unwavering devotion to help writers

@uzuriartonline​‘s amazing art

note: I’m sure I missed many I intended to put on this list and sadly a LOT of posts I found memorable over the years are not available anymore or I couldn’t find it in search, I’m sure there are various reasons those accounts are gone but showing appreciation can’t hurt in the long run so... Like, comment, reblog or interact in any way you are comfortable to show support and be kind to creators who share content with us for free 

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Ooooh, it keeps continuing to get more interesting! I enjoyed him happening upon Catherine’s lineage at the start, that was a nice touch 🖤 🖤 and off I go to enjoy the next chapter, yay!

Heart of Darkness - A James Delaney Vampire Tale

Warnings: Violence, Blood & Sex

Genre: Steam Punk/Horror

Chapter III: Masquerade Ball

SMUT starting off - keep reading if it is your cup of tea :)

James’ teeth sunk into the neck of a beautiful blonde escort splayed out in his bed. His cock was firmly planted between her thighs as he drank deeply from her lifeblood. The woman moaned with pleasure and dragged her fingernails down his muscular back.

He had first gone to the escort company with the idea of supplying himself with blood. He did not intend to kill the women, only to sate his appetite. When he bit his first escort he was surprised that the bite had actually stimulated sexual pleasure within his companion. Armed with this new knowledge, James took one girl a week, reveling in blood and sex.

After he was finished, he paid the woman generously and bid her a good day. He trusted the escorts to keep silent as these women did not like to draw the attention of law enforcement. He made his way back to his study and poured himself a generous amount of whiskey. He found he could still drink other liquids besides blood. And although whiskey no longer made him feel drunk, it still provided a sense of warmth within his cold body.

He reopened a book he had been reading and completed a chapter. He was going to move to the next book when he saw that the final chapter read: Family Beaumont, a History. Something told him to read it. He scanned the first paragraph.

An ancient family house originating from France is part of a sworn bloodline to hunt and vanquish supernatural entities. In 1204 A.D. the Knights Templar organized a special force composed of Beaumont family members and of other bloodlines that could withstand the ancient elixir of La volonté de Dieu.

James re-read the passage “and vanquish supernatural entities”. He wondered if the woman from the other night was one of these hunters. He continued reading.

In 1312, after the collapse of the Knight Templar, the ancient bloodlines went their separate ways as their different ideologies came into conflict. Some of the lines wanted to destroy all supernatural beings, while others thought to bring non-hostile creatures into their ranks, using their skill sets to fight evil.

The woman must have been part of the former, he thought. He returned to the memory of this woman. She was tall and built rather athletically, yet she was curvy in all the right places. She hadn’t bothered to tie up her hair. Her long raven black hair flowed freely, cascading down her shoulders and back. But she had been fully dressed in combat attire and equipped to the teeth with weaponry. Yes, she was most definitely one of these hunters.

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Catherine sat in her office idly flipping through case files when Devansh threw an envelope in front of her. She picked it up and turned it over.

“What’s this?”

“An invitation, mi’lady. You’ve been invited to the crem dela crem of all parties. The Masquerade Ball.” He said in a mysterious voice.

“Oh God, no.” She said, casting the invitation to the side.

“Chief says you gotta go. The well-to-dos help fund the police force, he’s sending a handful of us there.”

“Are you going?”

“You wouldn’t catch me dead at one of those things,” He said before leaving her office.

Catherine stepped out of a carriage and stood before a well lit mansion alive with the sounds of merriment. Her hair was pinned up loosely and she wore a dark blue ball gown and donned a matching mask that covered just her upper face. Upon entering the mansion she handed the doorman her invitation.

She glided through the array of people, giving the proper acknowledgments to those that knew her, but keeping to herself mostly. After about thirty minutes she decided to get some air and walked out to the patio. No one else was there because it was freezing, but Catherine was not most people and the cold didn't phase her the same way.

The moon was a silver crescent in the sky, casting only faint pale beams to the earth. She leaned forward on the rail and peered out into the garden in which the flora had all been killed off by the frost of winter. Her mind drifted to her father and the elixir yet again, uncertainty filling her and causing her heart to ache. When she suddenly realized she was no longer alone she turned around to see who was behind her.

A devilishly handsome man wearing a finely pressed black suit stood before her. His features were aligned almost perfectly and his eyes were the most intense blue-green she had ever seen. He had a scar on his left eye starting from his eyebrow and passing slightly onto his cheek. Her eyes drifted to his lips and her heart skipped a beat. Those lips were undeniably that of the vampire.

In an instant he stood only a few inches in front of her. His hand quickly removed her mask and his eyes scanned her face. She froze and stared back waiting for him to attack.

“Yes, it is you. I thought I smelled a familiar scent.” He said in a deep, gravelly voice.

Catherine still couldn’t move. She kicked herself as her ancestors would have been disappointed in her instincts. He stood so close that if he had wanted to place his gorgeous lips on hers he could have. But his eyes stayed fixed on her eyes, staring deep within her soul.

“You’d be a fool to kill me with so many people just inside.” She managed to say.

“Kill you? No, that is not what I want. What I want is for you to stop hunting me.”

“I’m not hunting you,” She replied.

“You’re either a Beaumont or something similar. And the way you held me at gunpoint tells me you’re one of the families that aren’t fond of my kind.”

Catherine bristled at the fact that he knew so much about her after just one encounter.

“I was curious, that’s all.”

“Why?”

She hesitated, wondering if she should tell him anything more.

“There have been several murders and I think your responsible.”

“If I am, I have only killed men of ill repute. A favor to the city.”

“Murder is murder.” She said, firmly.

His hand darted up and his thumb traced the outline of her throat.

“You are naïve if you think that,” He said, his eyes growing slightly darker.

Her heart was pounding in her chest, but she also felt an intense allure to him. Again, her ancestors would probably be rolling in their graves if they knew she was sexually attracted to a vampire.

“Who are you?” She asked.

His hand was still on her throat and he applied a bit more pressure when she asked this.

“James Delaney, and you, huntress?”

“Catherine,” She said. “Catherine Wright.”

James’ eyebrow arched. “Wright?”

“Beaumont,” She said, reluctantly.

She hadn’t meant to say it, but she felt like he had pulled it out from her with his intense gaze.

“Very well, Ms. Wright. You keep my secret and I’ll keep yours.”

With that he was gone as quickly as he had come. His cold touch still lingered on her throat and she brought a hand up, placing her fingers where his had been.

[cinebration]

Opening Requests!

Hi, everyone! I am opening requests again! Please read the rules carefully before submitting your request(s).

Rules

Send to my ask box! Please keep in mind that these requests are meant to be one-shot drabbles.

No smut. No pregnancy fics or A/B/O fics. No crossover fics. No actor x reader. All reader characters must be 18 or older. Other AUs acceptable.

I’m asking this time that requests do not ask me to continue fics I have written, regardless of whether they are multi-chapter or one-shots.

Identify the gender of the reader if you want something other than female.

Because I try to remain as true to character as possible, I reserve the right to reject or tweak requests to keep the characters in character.

Below are character lists divided by actors.

Oscar Isaac

The Moon Knight Boys, Poe Dameron

Pedro Pascal

Javi Gutierrez, Din Djarin, Ezra, Maxwell Lord

Diego Luna

Cassian Andor

Christian Bale

Gorr the God Butcher, Alfred Borden, John Preston, Patrick Bateman, Russell Baze

Henry Cavill

Napoleon Solo, August Walker, Captain Syverson, Geralt of Rivia, Sherlock Holmes, Walter Marshall

Tom Hardy

Eames, Eddie Brock, Alfie Solomons, James Keziah Delaney, Bob (The Drop), Forrest Bondurant, Tuck, Tommy Conlon

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes, Charles Blackwood

Chris Evans

Ransom Drysdale, Jake Jensen, Colin Shea

Ewan McGregor

Roman Sionis, Dan Torrance, Obi-Wan Kenobi

I’m also open to other characters and fandoms if you want me to try my hand at something!

[saberdeity]

𝙂𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 》𝙅𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙆𝙚𝙯𝙞𝙖𝙝 𝘿𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙮

pairings - james keziah delaney x fem! reader

warnings - mentions of violence, abuse, strong language, mentions of death of relatives

summary - james returns from Africa to a very different childhood friend

word count - 900

a/n - this is the first fic I've written for him and the first fic I've written for a while so I really hope you guys like it!! Feedback is always appreciated! I hope you have a great day wherever you are 💗

James Keziah Delaney was once a ghost story, told by many of the folk around the town. The children around begged to hear the story of the Delaneys but you knew all along they were no story but reality. You and James were close as children, you knew of his real family secrets and he knew of your family secrets. He was your everything growing up, the missing piece of your heart you used to say but you never told him that.

When he went away to war you worried for him every day, prayed to every god you knew to keep him safe. Word spread fast that he had gone to Africa and disappeared. Everyone presumed him dead but there was something deep down inside of you that knew he was still fighting, that knew he was still alive.

Then he returned after hearing of his fathers death, at which you sat by his side in his final moments, and everything changed.  You tried your best to stay out of his way, things had changed in maybe not the best way for you. Your family had gotten into some trouble, leaving you the unfortunate only surviving member. Everyone was desperate for information on not only your family but the delaneys also, making you the biggest target in England at that time.

You always believed scars were beautiful, you thought they told the story of battles fought through and won but when you gained scars from the multiple rounds of what you could only describe as torture for the information they so desperatley wanted, you saw the in a completely different way. They were no longer the storytellers of life but the terror and horror of the pain you’d suffered at the hands of Englands worst men.

The days didn’t matter to you anymore, all that mattered was getting through the day each step at a time without showing anyone how much you were battling with the war inside your mind. James found it strange he hadn’t seen you upon his return, he knew something was wrong. Other things were on his mind that one may argue were more important but to him you were his priority at this point.

It was another quiet day in the small town, the birds were unusually quiet as they dispersed from the trees just outside your house. You always wondered why they kept coming back to the old, almost rotten trees but then you remembered it was their home. Everybody comes home, even ghosts. The house was silent like usual, only small whines could be heard from the eldery wood holding the house together. You sat in your usual chair, going through old paperwork from the family you’d put off for so long. The harsh knock at the door made you jump, head snapping towards the door. You sighed when you saw James stood on the other side, a new cold look to his expression, making your heart cry. You opened the door, stepping aside to let him in.

“Hello James, to what do I owe the pleasure?” You asked , a fake smile on your face.

“The pleasure is all mine sweetheart you know that, I’ve been back a little while, I wanted to make sure you were still here, I haven’t seen you” He says, looking around the once bright looking house now a dull prison.

“So I heard, everyone presumed you had died, I on the other hand knew you were still out there fighting like usual, I’m still here unfortunately” You reply, flicking your hair from your face, accidentally revealing the newly formed scar across your eye and along your forehead. His expression changed the second his eyes landed on the angry red tissue around the scar, anger flooding through his veins at the thought someone had hurt someone so precious to him.

“Fortunately for me that you are still here, even if you do not believe it yourself, do you want to tell me what happened?” He asks, knowing the best way wasn’t to pry.

“Same old shit around here, bastards looking for information that’s all” You whisper, pouring two glasses of the strongest alcoholic beverage you had around.

“Information for what?” He asks curiously.

“On the death of family, probably should’ve informed you of that I apologise, and on you” You say softly, downing the glass in front of you before pouring yourself another.

He slowly walks over to you, gently taking the glass from your shaky hands and placing it down onto the table. He places two of his fingers carefully onto your chin, turning your head to finally face him for the first time since he’d returned. You instantly felt your body relax when you looked into the safety of his eyes, the tense feeling leaving your body felt like heaven. He carefully wiped the tear that fell from your cheek, one you hadn't even realised had formed.

“I will not let anyone hurt you anymore, I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you but I am here now and we can get through this together” His words instantly comforted you, the surprise of him wrapping his arms around you caught you for a second before you wrapped your arms around him in return. Feeling safe for the first time since you could remember.

[dreamlandcreations]

What would you write for Game of Shadows?

James Delaney was haunted by a shadowy figure in his dreams. He was used to the dead singing for him whether awake or not and even tolerated that they occasionally disturbed his dreams but this time it was different.

The essence of that presence was something very much alive and so alluring that he couldn't resist following the remnants of that connection, to wander the streets until he found what he was looking for.

A lonely figure, dressed in all black, standing at the shore and admiring what he knew would be his ship in a few days. Not knowing what the words or the feelings that he tried to push down meant, the words repeating in his head over and over again slip out as soon as he caught the gaze of the stranger who can see into his soul like no other.

"It's you."

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