#james thorne

[call-sign-shark]

Blurb ☼ 500 words

Summary: Walking into a bunch of typsy girls made of a fierce designer, a mysterious porn star and a murderous stripper.

Mia belongs to @cillmequick ☼ Rose, James+ Roisin belong to @justrainandcoffee

Amos didn't go to James' photography studio out of jealousy, trusting his best friend with his life and, in this case, his half-naked wife. However, he happened to have a last-minute gap in his schedule and remembered that Heaven had a lingerie shooting that day.

"So... He's like Christian Grey but the sociopathic and hotter version, right?" Mia teased.

When he entered the studio, he didn't expect to walk into a room filled with neon lighting, champagne flutes and what seemed to be the holy trinity of girl disaster: Heaven, Rose, and someone he didn't know —Mia was the name, apparently—, all dressed in lace and jewels lingerie, laughing like a bunch of teenager girls. His deep-black gaze immediately focus on the white-haired doll.

His Heaven, usually cool as ice, rather asocial, and with a voice like winter blizzard, was leaning into this new girl, snorting. Snorting happily.

Rose, who was filming her two models on her phone suddenly turned around, "Speaking of the Devil! Told you saying his name would summon him!" She exclaimed happily , "Smile for the camera, Amos."

Heaven glanced up, and her eyes suddenly sparkled with joy while her cheeks flushed pink, "Oh! You're early."

Amos stared at the three of them and blinked, as if he had just been hit by one of the luxury sports cars his company designed, "James isn't here?" He simply asked, observing the empty bottles, the lingerie and the girl gang energy.

"Nope," Rose replied, turning off her phone, "We ran out of champagne and he went to the nearby story to get more bottles. But we are! And Mia too! She called you hot, so try not to be terrifying for ten minutes."

The tall darkness' abyssal eyes flicked to the short-haired model.

Mia, not knowing what to do, waved at him like a child.

Heaven smiled, "Yeah, be nice and don't scare her off, Mr. Von Bismarck." Then, swaying lightly, the white-haired angel pushed off the chair and crossed the studio barefoot. The way she tiptoed between cables and lights like a clumsy newborn fawn was adorable.

"You're staring." She murmured once she reached her husband, pressing her small cold hands to his chest and looking up at him with pupils dilated and lashes feeling a tad bit heavy due to the champagne.

“You’re drunk,” he said replied with a low voice, gently brushing a strand of ivory hair behind her ear. “And underdressed.”

She grinned and lifted herself on her toes to kiss his chin. “You like it”

Amos raised a brow, knowing full well what the angel was trying to do. Before she could reply, he parted his lips. “I came to see you model. Didn’t know I’d need a damn leash. Wear that again and I’m billing Rose for emotional damage.” He teased with a devilish smirk.

Mia audibly gasped, amused.

Rose wheezed into her champagne.

As for Heaven, surprised, she giggled and pulled him closer in an enamored hug, "You're the fucking worst."

"I'm your worst," Amos growled gently, hand sliding down her naked back, "And your ride home by the way."

When Amos heard the two other girls chuckling, his coal black eyes flicked toward them again, glancing at the two from above Hev's shoulder. Then, he pulled back from the hug reluctantly, his smirk disappearing.

"... I'm heading to Starbucks to get a chaï latte for my wife," He said dryly, as if the lingerie shooting and naked girls was the most mundane thing in the world, "Anyone wants something?"

Rose, surprised, perked up instantly and beamed, "Ooh yes! Vanilla cold brew, please."

“Roger that, little flower.” Amos nodded, then he looked at Mia.

His expression changed drastically, devoid of warmth. It wasn't unfriendly per se, but definitely a tad bit scary. A cool, surgical stare that had closed billion-dollar deals and made runaway criminals beg for their lives.

Mia, to her credit, didn’t flinch. Instead, she tilted her head and finally dared to say, “Uh—Iced mocha, if that’s okay?”

A long pause.

Then, a single nod.

“I’ll text when I’m downstairs,” he added, turning back and leaving the studio.

As he left, Rose whispered to Mia, “Woooow, seems like he tolerates you! That was him being nice!”

Mia stared after him. “That was nice?” She exclaimed.

“Very,” Heaven giggled, heading back to the sofa and slouching on it, "He didn't threaten you or insult you once so that's a win!"

☼ Read Mia’s story: Pay For It (River Cartwright x OC)

☼ Read more of Rose and James HERE

☼ Read more of Heaven and Amos HERE (Modern!Darkling x OC)

[evita-shelby]

All the Devils are Here masterlist

Heaven Lavey and Amos von Bismarck belong to @call-sign-shark who also gave inspiration for the fic with their Summon the Devil event

Lily Callaghan belongs to @littlepeakydevil

James Thorne and Rose Coldwell belong to @justrainandcoffee

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

taglist: @littlepeakydevil @justrainandcoffee @call-sign-shark @zablife @cillmequick @peakyswritings @hoodeddreams13 @thegreatdragonfruta @vivianleighwishesshewasme

[historyfiles]

Churches of Cornwall: Hicks Mill Bible Christian Chapel in Cornwall was opened by William O'Bryan and James Thorne in 1821, in an important Bible Christian centre for mid-Cornwall.

[call-sign-shark]

Summon the Devil

For @justrainandcoffee

Nothing ever prepares you for such world-shattering news.

It was late at night when Rose knocked at his door, her mascara ruined and her wet eyes red from crying. She said the police had found a black Lamborghini completely destroyed on the highway. The crash had been so brutal that Amos and Heaven had died instantly, necks broken clean.

James crumbled in his girlfriend’s arms, cursing the world for taking so selfishly one of his brothers from him.

However some weird things happened a few days later. Though James first convinced himself that it was just the denial, he couldn’t explain why metal songs were sometimes booming from his speakers when he came back from work. Neither why his cigarettes always seemed to disappear. Nor why two bottles of beers were sometime laid open on the living room’s table.

James never thought he’d dig into satanic rituals only to summon his best friend and have boys night with him. He also never thought the said best friend would ever reply a casual “Oh I’m king of Hell now” to the basic question “What are you up to” but life’s full of surprises right?

Tagging those who participate: @evita-shelby @justrainandcoffee @littlepeakydevil @cillmequick @zablife @radioactiveradarzoneuvb-76 @rei-is-still-here @brummiereader @runnning-outof-time

[evita-shelby]

it has occurred to me that @justrainandcoffee James(and his brothers) and Jack both speak Gaelige(James Frecheville learned to speak it for a movie role where that's all his character speaks)

and its like:

James: I call Rose, Roisin because that's Rose in our language.

Jack: I call Eva, Cailleach even though i know more flattering words for witch that also don't mean hag because it annoys Eva and it stuck.

[illustratinghan]

of the same steel and temper as joyeuse and durendal…⚔️

it’s been far too long since i drew my girl cordelia! @cassandraclare 🌼

follow me on instagram! @/illustratinghan

[crimsonbluesoul]

inspired by this pic i saw on twitter:

[call-sign-shark]

Enrichment

summary: Away in a luxurious penthouse, an iPhone buzzed

Rosie 🌹: Can you collect your freak of a man? He’s doing things Hev 🪽: no i set him loose on purpose. He needs enrichment Rosie 🌹: He knocked out three people at the bar and dragged James into it. I’m considering murder. Hev 🪽: Ohfuck.

Words: 1K

Note: James and Rose belong to my beloved @justrainandcoffee (but let's be honest, they also belong to me because I stole them, they're my babies)

+ Amos can be considered the modern AU version of Aleksander Morozova. As for Heaven, she's reader in the ongoing Shadow and Bones series Echo of Shadows.

When the tall darkness said that he wanted to bring James with him for a night out at the bar he really meant it and it had, indeed, started innocently enough. They both sat at the bar of this typical British pub, nursing pints and exchanging easy banter. Slightly intoxicated but still pretty much aware, James was waffling on rather poetically about the superiority of Irish stout while Amos, as usual, argued and disagreed just for the sake of it — at least when he felt like teasing someone. 

“You lot think Guinness is the holy grail of drink,” the dark-haired man said, swirling his drink in an exaggerated disdain, “It’s good, sure, but don’t say you know what a true beer is before trying the German ones.”

James chuckled, his charming Irish accent laced with amusement at the sight of his friend’s pitch-black eyes. Eyes that were gleaming after one too many drinks, “You’re drinking much for someone who complains. And you’ve had, what, three now?”

“Four,” The dark-haired man corrected with a smug grin, “And they have all been terrible.”

They were laughing when the trouble started. Across the room, three bulky and red-faced men were playing darts, each throw accompanied by absurdly loud cheers that reminded Amos of a bunch of apes. Yet, he had been working on his anger issues since his release from the hospital so he knew that ignoring them was the best option. And he did manage to ignore them until one of them missed the board entirely. The dart sailed across the room, narrowly missing James’ shoulder, before stabbing the wall behind him.

The blonde Irish man frowned, glanced at the dart, then looked up at the three men before easing up when he saw all the empty bottles around them, “Bit wide on that one, lads. Maybe put the pint down before someone gets hurt.” He said with a smile, showing that there were no hard feelings. Such was James nature: kind and patient. Two qualities Amos genuinely admired in his best friend.

“The fuck you want?” The fatter of the three retorted. As his smile vanished, he swaggered over with his chest puffed like a rooster and his breath reeking cheap whiskey, “What’d you say, Paddy?”

The racist nickname made James’ square jaw tightened all of sudden in both surprise and frustration.  Barely two sentences had been pronounced and yet, Amos was already high on alert, like a shark smelling blood. 

“He said don’t be a knob. I mean, we can all see that you’re ugly as fuck but wow bro, we didn’t know that you were blind as well.”  Amos’ velvet voice might have been calm, but his tone sounded like an explicit warning. 

The man’s eyes flicked to him before he sized the tall darkness by the collar of his pricey black t-shirt, “And who are you, bastard? His babysitter?”

“Aha! Good one.” Amos lips curled into a dangerous wolffish grin, “But careful there, mate. You’re one bad decision away from needing dentures.”

James groaned quietly, already predicting where this was going, “Amos, let’s just —“ 

But it was too late. Enraged, the red-faced ape didn’t wait and shove Amos but the latter responded with a quick, brutal and surgical punch right to the face that sent him crashing into the nearby table. And just like that, the bar erupted in chaos. 

“Amos, to your left!” James shouted as a second man lunged at his friend, but his reflexes were deadly precise and he managed to hit him in the gut with a swift elbow. The drunkard let out a whine  — too overwhelmed by the pain, he didn’t even get to see Amos reach for a beer bottle and smash it on the man’s head, knocking him out. 

The third man, coming to rescue his ape friends, grabbed a bar stool and raised it high. It was this, along with the realization that Amos was too busy punching the first attacker, that convinced James to jump into action despite his willingness to avoid the fray: his friend, visibly in a blind rampage mode, was in danger.

With a strength he didn’t know he possessed, James landed a punch to the guy’s jaw. No matter how calm he usually was, the Irish man was tall and imposing so it didn’t come as a surprise that one single blow had been enough to send the third man staggering backward.

Amos glanced at him, surprised but grinning nonetheless, “Aw James! Didn’t think you had it in you!” 

“I’m already regretting it,” The blonde muttered, shaking his sore hand, “We’re leaving now.” 

“C’mon, I was just getting started.” 

Amos had barely finished his sentence when the deafening sound of police sirens screamed like an ominous banshee in the dead of night,  cutting through the chaos of the roaring pub. 

“I said NOW!” Without wasting time, James grabbed the tall darkness by the arm. Even though he protested, he let himself be dragged toward the back exit as the idea of getting arrested and sent back to the mental hospital wasn’t really tempting. 

They sprinted down the alley, running so fast James felt his lungs burning in his chest and aching cramps in his legs. Next to him and equally breathless, Amos was laughing.

“Did you see that man face when you decked him?! That was hilarious.”  He shouted, clearly riding the high of the fight. 

“Shut up and run!” James retorted in a loud voice, though he couldn’t help but smirk a tad bit.

When they finally arrived at the flat James and Rose shared, all disheveled and breathless, the small Jewish girl jumped from her couch.

“Oh my! What happened?!” She shrieked, immediately rushing to the two men, who were standing quite tall compared to her short stature. Rose cupped her boyfriend’s face, her delicate fingers curling around James’ sharp jaw while her brown eyes surveyed his traits with panic.

James opened his mouth to reply but Amos beat him to it, “Someone insulted your man’s favorite beer so I had to defend his honor.”

“That’s not what happened and you know it.” The Irish man groaned, but didn’t elaborate further on the topic. A part of him was still genuinely thrilled.  Following his interjection, Rose glared at Amos and walked to him to grab his face when she noticed the faint bloodstains on his skin.

"Amos almost got us arrested." James added in the background.

"Fuck, don't snitch on me bro."

“Do you even have an off switch?” She scolded but still looked worried for the tall darkness. After all, he had managed to weave his way to her life and make himself one of her closest friends, “You’re bleeding.”

“Not mine, little flower.” His hand gently rubbed her wrist to reassure her before he raised a brow, a shark-like smile stretching his lips, “But hey, does it look good on me?”

Rose gently slapped his stubbed cheek. “Idiot.”  Then, she stepped back to observe these two grown-ups glancing at each other and suppressing laughter each time. 

“No, let me correct my mistake. Idiots. Both of you.”

[marrr444]

Some of you have never married a girl you thought you didn't love to protect her reputation then realized you were actually always madly in love with her but she had run off to Paris with your best friend who was also in love with her and your dad didn't let you go to Paris because your little sister had run off to bring back from the dead her ghost boyfriend with the help of a crazy-looking immortal purple-eyed man and it shows.

[caterpillarinacave]

TLH text posts anyone?

[haunted-mouse-house]

dear god is a third video about to hit the james somerton

[illustratinghan]

like father, like son 🦆

characters by @cassandraclare 🫶

[jaxlightstairs]

Jamie bach

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@cassandraclare

[mayaheronthorn]

I hope Cordelia reminds James at least once a week how he left her on the dancefloor for Grace

[balladofbells]

So you’re telling me this ISN’T James and Matthew’s relationship dynamic???

[tys-kitty]

Kidnappers: We have your boyfriend

James: I‘m married. I don‘t have a boyfriend.

Kidnappers: Then why did he just tell us to call the man who knows his heart best?

James: Oh my god, you have Matthew