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ain’t that somethin’ | al capone x fem!reader

pairing; al capone x fem!reader

warnings; mentions of facial scarring, a little angst

a/n; this version of al is entirely based on stephen graham’s portrayal of him in boardwalk empire! (also yo i’ve been fucking dying to write about boardwalk empire for AGES)

plot; imagine al deep down feeling insecure about his scars, and his girlfriend telling him how truly beautiful she finds him with them.

(au where al isn’t married to mae ofc)

MASTERLIST

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Al fiddled with his pen as he sat in his office within the walls of the Four Deuces. Johnny wasn’t around today. He was taking care of some business elsewhere. Thank fuck. Al didn’t exactly miss any of his demands or shitty remarks.

He leaned back in his chair, sighing to himself. Al was never really the type to often feel emotionally drained. And when he did, he hid it rather well. But today he was in no mood for putting on a false smile.

“Al?” Said that same old sweet voice. He lifted his head, now staring at the beautiful woman smiling at him from the doorway.

“What?!” He barked, wanting to curse at himself for sounding so harsh. But it seemed that he really couldn’t help it.

Y/n didn’t look too bothered. She was quite used to his outbursts and mood swings. In fact, she was the only one who put up with them. And Al secretly appreciated that.

“I’m sorry,” Al admitted. “What’s the matter?”

Y/n gave another soft smile. “Nothing it’s just.. well it’s getting a late.. that’s all. We should probably head home.”

“It ain’t late. You’ll last another half hour.” Al said, clutching the pen in his hand.

She glanced at the clock above him, ticking relentlessly. “Al, it’s almost ten at night..”

Al sighed again, rubbing his tired eyes. “I gotta sort out these checks for Johnny, doll..”

Y/n walked over to him, closing the door behind her. Her heels clicked on the hard flooring. A sound that irritated most, but soothed Al knowing it was her presence.

“You gonna tell me what’s the matter?” She asked, brushing his hair back with her fingers.

“Huh?”

“Al.”

He knew that stern look meant she sensed something was up. But he still didn’t feel like talking. He put some of the papers away, beginning to finish up.

“Just.. just gimme fifteen minutes, huh? I’ll get my coat and hat from Billy. I Left it at the bar. Then i’ll bring the car around. After that, you can meet me out front.” Al’s eyes looked as though they were practically pleading for dismissal on the conversation.

She slowly nodded, walking away and closing the door once again. Al just sheepishly rubbed his nose and closed his eyes, knowing she’d somehow get this outta him when they got back.

Jesus.

The drive home wasn’t as bad as he expected. She’d managed to take his mind off a lot of the things that had been pestering him lately. She never failed to do so.

Just this one damn thing.

The one thing that he was scared to admit in case she thought any less of a man about him after he’d spoke up on it. Al knew she was constantly understanding, but it was more the burning feeling of embarrassment he couldn’t stand.

They skipped dinner that night. No wonder seeing as it was even later now. He didn’t want her to bother cooking at this time. Not when the reason they were home so late was his fault. Johnny easily wouldn’t have minded if Al got up early the next morning to come in and sort the shit that needed done. But Al was trying to do anything to distract himself from the confrontation he’d soon face at home.

As the two lay in bed, Y/n turned to him, and he knew the questions would soon start dropping.

“You gonna tell me what’s the matter now?” She blurted out, nestling herself closer into his chest.

Al rolled his eyes. “It’s nothin’.”

“Sure, sure. So there isn’t a particular reason why you’ve chose to be Gloomy Gus all day?” Y/n pushed further.

He sat up a little, trying to avoid eye contact. “Cmon, doll. Lay off a bit, huh?”

Y/n wasn’t amused with his answer. “Alphonse, per favore aprimi.”

His eyes widened a little as she spoke to him in Italian, knowing she was now getting serious. But alas, he had no interest in opening up.

“Non voglio.” Al replied, closing his eyes.

She was getting frustrated, feeling unsettled by the awkward atmosphere. “Al, per favore!”

“Fine! You wanna know so bad? It’s these fuckin’ scars!”

The room fell silent, and the corners of her lips twitched downward into a small frown. She wasn’t expecting that answer.

“What?”

“The scars,” Al said. “They’ve just.. I dunno.. been botherin’ me lately..”

Y/n raised a brow, trying to understand but was still very confused. “Are they.. um.. hurting?”

“No!” He spat. It was clear he himself was also getting frustrated, not knowing what to say next. “They’ve healed by now. They’re fine. It’s just.. I-I don’t like em as much as people think I do.”

She blinked. “You mean when people think you always take pride in the nickname Scarface?” 

“Yeah.” Al replied, fidgeting with his vest.

Y/n sat up to his level, gently pulling away from his touch. “Who said what.”

“Eh?”

“Who said what.” She repeated. “You never usually care about them. What’s got you so upset like this?”

Al huffed, feeling that same old feeling of his cheeks burning hot with embarrassment. “Couple a’ guys on the business thing with Johnny. Smug little fucks. Ain’t ever got under my skin as bad as this..”

She gave him a gentle smile, wrapping an arm around him. “You’re still beautiful, Al.”

“I know.” He joked, giving a slight smirk, which soon fell back into a frown. Even right now he wasn’t in the mood to be as sarky as he always was.

“I mean it,” Y/n told him, taking him by the hand.

He looked up at her, those chocolate brown eyes sparkling with adoration. Something that never failed to make her melt.

“Your scars aren’t a weakness, Al. Neither are your feelings. Only you can be your own enemy here and treat them like they are. I’ve known you for fuckin’ years. With and without them,” she smiled, gesturing to the scars down the left side of his face. “They aren’t a flaw. Some may see them as hauntingly beautiful. But me? I just see the beauty part. Nothing else.”

Al began to chuckle, and that chuckle soon turned into a giggle, then his classic booming laughter that was practically music to her ears.

“Ain’t that somethin’..” He grinned, still laughing.

Al put his hand on her cheek, caressing it. “Is this the part where I say you’re the best little fuckin’ beauty i’ve seen in my life?”

She giggled, laughing along with him now. “I don’t think you’d be opposed to it.”

He pressed a kiss to her lips, inhaling her sweet scent. She had always been his little doll. And perhaps him being her Scarface wasn’t the end of the world. Atleast it meant he was hers.

“I love you, doll.”

“And I love you, my Scarface in shinin’ armour.”

Al kissed her again. “Some pair a’ cheesy fucks we are.”

man this has motivated me to write a shit ton for al in boardwalk empire now. if you have requests for him, SEND EM IN!!

[lascapigliata]

here are answers to all those music asks bc i did put in the effort to choose a song for each:

links are to my niche playlists. i tried to NOT repeat artists and didn't use ones from my previous answer!

1:A song you like with a color in the title: make them gold (chvrches)

2:A song you like with a number in the title: 1-4-5 (you won't)

3:A song that reminds you of summertime: life's a beach (heymous molly)

4:A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about: a wish (gregory and the hawk)

5:A song that needs to be played LOUD: the fisherman's song (mae)

6:A song that makes you want to dance: i just wanna dance (space capone)

7:A song to drive to: at night: brothers in arms (dire straits). day: roll with the changes (reo speedwagon)

8:A song about drugs or alcohol: running to stand still (u2)

9:A song that makes you happy: kiss this (the struts) cut to the feeling (carly rae jepsen)

10:A song that makes you sad: the mortal boy king (the paper kites)

11:A song that you never get tired of: now or never now (metric)

12:A song from your preteen years: i believe in a thing called love (the darkness)

13:One of your favorite 80’s songs: karma chameleon (culture club)

14:A song that you would love played at your wedding: adesa mame (trad. klezmer) OR 1985 (bowling for soup)

15:A song that is a cover by another artist: the boys of summer (the ataris)

16:One of your favorite classical songs: assuming this means like Classical not classic rock: beethoven symphony 7 mvt ii allegretto

17:A song that would sing a duet with on karaoke: take me or leave me (rent soundtrack)

18:A song from the year that you were born: it ain't over till it's over (lenny kravitz)

19:A song that makes you think about life: i'm not dead (HAWAI)

20:A song that has many meanings to you: gold rush (dcfc)

21:A favorite song with a person’s name in the title: agnes (glass animals) "gloria" by either laura branigan, van morrison, or the trials of cato. take your pick of glorias.

22:A song that moves you forward: better tomorrows (ya minko)

23:A song that you think everybody should listen to: currently, free your mind (cut copy), in general, ritournelle (tété) jesus of suburbia (green day)

24:A song by a band you wish were still together: the buzzard (love in stockholm)

25:A song by an artist no longer living: stacy's mom (fountains of wayne)

26:A song that makes you want to fall in love: some kind of love (the killers)

27:A song that breaks your heart: weapons (the daylights)

28:A song by an artist with a voice that you love: breakthru (queen)

29:A song that you remember from your childhood: melissa (allman brothers)

30: A song that reminds you of yourself: a better son/daughter (rilo kiley)

[the-hedge-has-thorns]

The Ending of the End (of Daisy Mae Nitti)

The flickering light of the movie screen reflected in my eyes as I sat in the dark theater, alone in a sea of strangers. I’d seen this film already. Twice, in fact, but it didn’t matter. The movie, the actresses, the music, they were my escape. It had become a ritual, these visits to the theater. The cloying scent of buttered popcorn, the sticky floors, the quiet murmur of people settling into their seats... it was the only place I felt like I could breathe anymore.

Robert and I hardly spoke at home. When we did, it was a cold, brittle exchange. He was hardly ever there anyway, staying late at work, disappearing for hours without explanation. When I asked, he sneered or made some cutting remark about my inability to give him what he wanted: a perfect home, a perfect wife.

I touched my swollen belly, the only part of me that still held hope, still held a future. But even that was fading, dissolving beneath the weight of everything else.

It felt like I was disappearing, piece by piece. The books I used to hide under the bed had been forgotten, tossed out by Robert. I gave up trying to learn, to understand the things that once filled me with excitement. It was easier to just let go. Robert didn’t want me to be more than what I was. A housewife, a shadow of the woman I used to be. And now, I wasn’t sure who I was at all.

That was when I met Marcus Sabel. He sat next to me during one of my many solo trips to the movies, his presence warm and unexpected in the coldness of my world. He introduced himself with a soft, knowing smile, his voice deep and soothing like a melody I hadn’t realized I needed. He didn’t ask about Robert, didn’t pry into the parts of my life that were crumbling. Instead, he saw me. The me that I had forgotten existed.

We talked for hours after that first movie, and then again after the next. Soon, our meetings became routine. He had an air about him that was magnetic, a certain elegance that seemed out of place in the world. Every time I was with him, the heaviness that had clung to me like a shroud lifted just a little, and I could breathe again.

It wasn’t long before I became emotionally entangled with him. He was everything Robert wasn’t. Attentive, kind, playful. And he listened, really listened when I spoke. I found myself sharing things with Marcus that I hadn’t spoken of in years.

I told him about my childhood, growing up in Chicago as the daughter of Frank Nitti, "The Enforcer." I told him how Al and Mae Capone had always been a presence, like some twisted version of an aunt and uncle. How, as a little girl, I never fully understood the gravity of my father's world: the violence, the power, the fear it inspired. To me, they were just family.

Mae used to dote on me, brushing my hair back with her soft hands and telling me stories. Al had a way of making me laugh, even when I sensed that something darker was happening around us. I was a child, but not blind to the realities of their lives.

Then there was Anna, my stepmother. She had married my father when I was still young, a cool, quiet woman who never quite seemed to know what to do with me. We coexisted more than we bonded. And Joseph, my adopted stepbrother. He was a few years older, and though we didn’t share blood, we shared the same house, the same strange upbringing. Joseph and I were close in a way that made me feel protected, like we were both navigating the same chaos.

Marcus never judged. He just listened, his dark eyes soft with understanding. And when he spoke, it was as though he was drawing me out of the past, pulling me back into something brighter, something safer.

Or so I thought.

I should have seen it sooner, the way Marcus seemed too perfect, too otherworldly. The way time slipped away when I was with him. I should have noticed how strange it was that I never really knew where he lived, or why he was always just… there, as if waiting for me.

One evening, after we had watched yet another film and shared another night of conversation, Marcus invited me somewhere new. “I want to show you something special,” he whispered, his voice carrying promise.

I followed him, trusting him implicitly, despite the warnings that had started to flicker in the back of my mind. We walked through a city I thought I knew, but it changed around me, becoming something more. More vibrant, more alive, more surreal. We passed through an archway I hadn’t noticed before, and suddenly, everything shimmered.

The world transformed into a dazzling party, one that seemed endless, filled with music and laughter and color. I had never seen anything like it. It was Arcadia, Marcus told me. He revealed his true nature then... his face shifting, his eyes glowing with an inhuman light. He wasn’t just a man. He was a Fae Keeper, The Host of Cobalt Souls, and I was his new guest.

In this place, every day was a wondrous celebration, and every night was filled with revelry. It was intoxicating, all of it. The endless joy, the intoxicating beauty of Arcadia. I was swept up in it, losing myself in the lights, the music, the adoration. The Host made me feel alive again, but it was a life fueled by something darker.

I became his revitalizing drink, the thing that kept the party going, night after night. He needed me to sustain the endless wonder, to give him and his court the energy to keep dancing, keep laughing, keep celebrating.

But there was a price. I realized too late that I wasn’t just a guest. I was trapped. Time moved differently in Arcadia, and my body… my body wasn’t my own anymore. The baby I had carried inside me was gone, lost somewhere in the madness of that place. I hadn’t even realized when it happened, or how long I had been there.

And back in the real world? Robert wasn’t mourning me. He wasn’t searching for me. He had a replacement. My Fetch, a hollow, empty version of me. She was perfect, the perfect housewife Robert had always wanted, and he was content with her.

I was forgotten.

And as the music swelled around me, I realized that in this endless party, I would never leave. I was The Host’s now, the drink that would keep him and his court alive forever.

But deep inside, where the music couldn’t reach, I was hollow too. I had lost everything... my child, my past, my future. And there was no escaping Arcadia.

Not anymore.

[tigermike]

1931 Duesenberg J Tourster by Derham of Rosemont, Pennsylvania

The engine underneath is the standard Model J 6.9-liter straight-eight making 265 horsepower.

The exclusive builder of the Tourster design was the Derham Body Company of Rosemont, Pennsylvania, the favored coachbuilder of the Philadelphia aristocracy. Eight original examples were built in-period; perhaps because of the great beauty of their design, all eight survive, have been restored, and remain well-cared-for in some of the world’s most prominent private collections.

The Duesenberg was considered the most luxurious car in the world, hand-crafted and custom-made, heeded as the epitome of flamboyance and elegance. Their clientele included the great, the near-great, the famous, and the infamous. For almost 10 years, Duesenbergs were acknowledged as the ultimate in quality and value, inspiring the expression "it's a duesy."

The Duesenberg was one of the most popular luxury cars as well as a status symbol in the United States and Europe, and was driven by the nobility, the rich and the famous, including Al Capone, Greta Garbo, Howard Hughes, Mae West, Clark Gable, Bill "Bojangles'' Robinson, William Randolph Hearst and the Duke of Windsor

A Time When Cars Were Art - Cars & Motorbikes Stars of the Golden era.

[juliehowlin]

18 December

In 1918, Al Capone married Mae Coughlin. He was 19, she was 21. He was actually rather embarrassed that he was marrying an older woman and so on the wedding certificate they are both recorded as being 20.

10 weird and wonderful things which happened on 18 December:

[camxnoel-updates]

noelfisher: "#Capone"

[lindasource]

Linda Cardellini como “Mae Capone” em Capone (2020). [5/?]

[thechicagoovercoat-blog]

Mae Capone.

[organizedcrime]

Al Capone with his wife Mae (far right), his son Sonny, and Sonny’s wife, Ruth.

[lemonbrow-empire]

Boardwalk Empire + Tumblr. Capone edition

@harrowtwins social media au

[kwebtv]

The Making of the Mob  Chicago -  AMC  -  July 11, 2016 - August 29, 2016

Docuseries (8 episodes)

Running Time:  60 minutes

Narrated by  Jeremy Davidson

Stars:

Michael Kotsohilis as Al Capone – The Boss

Paolo Rotondo as Johnny 'The Fox' Torrio – The Mentor

Jason Fitch as Tony Accardo – The Enforcer

Christopher Valente as Paul 'The Waiter' Ricca – The Brains

Emmett Skilton as Sam 'Momo' Giancana – The Wild Card

Recurring

Andrew Robertt as Frankie Yale

Amelia Reynolds as Mae Coughlan

Andre King as Big Jim Colosimo

George H. Xanthis as Frank Capone

Josh Harriman as Ralph 'Bottles' Capone

Stephen Lovatt as Dean 'Dion' O'Banion

Kip Chapman as Earl 'Hymie' Weiss

Jack Barry as George 'Bugs' Moran

Owen Black as Frank 'The Enforcer' Nitti

Emmett Skilton as Sam 'Momo' Giancana

Toby Leach as William Dever

Cohen Holloway as Jack 'Machine Gun Jack' McGurn

Ruth Wynne as Anna Torrio

[cagliostrohq]

most wanted male faces?

Hiya, anon! We'd love it if you brought any of these FCs !!! :

FCs in their 20's: Fabien Frankel, Jordan Gonzalez, Froy Gutierrez, Cody Christian, Ashton Sanders, Win Metawin, Kofi Siriboe, Sydney Mae Diaz, Jordan Fisher, Evan Mock, Wang Ziyi, Jharrel Jerome, Mason Gooding, Archie Renaux, Chance Perdomo, Luka Sabbat, Bright Vachirawit, Ncuti Gatwa, Boun Noppanut, Michael Evans Behling, Sota Fukushi, Eli Goree, Zethphan Smith-Gneist, Shô Kasamatsu, Jonathan Daviss, Brandon Perea, Eddie Liu, Rafael Silva, Shayan Sobhian, Jan Luis Castellanos Wolfgang Novogratz

FCs in their 30's: Alp Navruz, Regé-Jean Page, Martin Sensmeier, Kiowa Gordan, Alex Meraz, Charles Melton, Riz Ahmed, Mena Massoud, Charles Michael Davis, Logan Lerman, Avan Jogia, Casey Deidrick, Ryu Junyeol, Chay Suede, Keita Machida, Michael B. Jordan, Manny Jacinto, Rahul Kohli, Alfie Enoch, Sen Mitsuji, Tomer Capone, Harvey Guillén, Ismael Cruz Córdova, Song Joongki, Daniel Kaluuya, Drew Ray Tanner, José Ramón Barreto, Lewis Tan, Ekin Koç, Lakeith Stanfield, Penn Badgley, John Boyega, Jeremy Allen White, Steven Yeun, Clayton Cardenas, Oliver Jackson-Cohen, Miguel Gomez, Aldis Hodge

FCs in their 40's+: Omar Sy, Taika Waiti, Ricky Whittle, Gil Birmingham, Idris Elba, Gong Yoo, Michael Ealy, Kim Jihoon, Isaiah Mustafa, Michiel Huisman, Lee Dongwook, Mads Mikkelsen, Danny Sapani, Samuel L Jackson, Bill Hader, Mahershala Ali, Cillian Murphy, Daniel Henney, Ben Barnes, Pedro Pascal

[60smobwife]

rip mae capone you would’ve loved gangsta boy by lana del rey 💔

[camxnoel-updates]

Noel and the cast of Fonzo on set.

[lindasource]

Linda Cardellini como “Mae Capone” em Capone (2020). [3/?]