Gangster's Paradise

Roll up roll up Sean Wallace lovers. Prepare for a fucktonne of imagines :)

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Any more Sean Wallace coming soon? loved the last part I’m addicted already xx

Nearly finished the Part 5 of As The World Caves in now! Fingers crossed it should be up tomorrow.

Also, would you guys be interested in me opening requests for one shots?? It would mean it would take longer for the series updates to come out but something I’m open to doing :)

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As The World Caves In - Part 4/? (Sean Wallace x Reader)

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long to post, it’s been a craaaaaazy week. Hope you guys enjoy!

Part 3  //   My Masterlist

Part 4: No More Mrs Polite

Marian Wallace has finally stopped crying.

She is still clutching your face.

Finn had crushed you in an embrace at first and now all he can do is stare at the miracle before him.

See, you look alot like your mother.

He called Ed, the Dumali’s are on their way.

Billy doesn’t quite know how to react. He is perched on the arm of a small couch, staring at you too. He is trying to remember everything he can about his childhood best friend. He’d cried himself to sleep for a year after you were reported dead.

Sean Wallace is the only person in the room that isn’t looking at you. He’s staring out of a window, swirling the whiskey in his glass.

“Y/N,” he says, without turning around to face you “Exactly how many men have you just killed?”

*8 Hours Earlier*

You never liked being alone in the apartment. It wasn’t often that Johnny wasn’t home, but when your fiance was away on business you struggled to sleep at night.

Like he was away on business now.

You’d given up on trying to sleep by 3am,16 years later and the nightmares are just as real, the horror just as fresh. So you sit cross legged on your sofa, tucked under a small blanket, mindlessly flicking through television channels as you wait for the sun to come up.

And that’s when you see it.

Through the cracks in your curtains you see a bright beam of headlights, too bright to simply be one car.

It’s the door slams that catch your attention.

There are never usually cars around here at this time of night.

You the mute the TV and make your way to the window. You aren’t worried, more so curious, but the years of training have made you paranoid, and you make especially sure you can’t be seen.

There are three black vehicles in the street bellow. Two men emerge from the back of each car and greet each other with curt nods. The tallest man with greying hair checks his watch, then looks up at a window on the eighth floor, the only one with light at this hour in the early morning. He is in charge here. The cars disappear, drawn back to the hum of the city. Nobody must know they have arrived.

The men don’t speak a word to each other. The tall man signals with his hand and they all sweep towards the lobby of the apartment complex, feet moving in unison, silencers on their guns.

The tall man was warned you would be difficult, that you will not be like his other targets. They have already failed once, they will kill you this time.

The tallest man was also warned you will do everything in your power to kill them too.

You know they are here for you.

You know they want you dead.

You are calm.

This is how you survive; by staying calm and remaining rational.You are prepared. You know you can’t run away, if they’ve found you once they’ll find you again. You cannot outweigh your opponent in strength, all but one of the 6 men stalking towards you clear 6 feet, stocky and muscular. No, you can’t fight them, you will have to outsmart them.

You are already two steps ahead.

Because you’ve spent the last 16 years trying to track down who murdered your family and they’ve just delivered themselves to you wrapped in ribbon.

You check your phone. You had set up cameras as soon as you moved in. Johnny had never laughed so hard, after all “you were safe now”, “nobody knew you existed”. You flicked between the camera’s. One man stayed outside, two in the lobby, the other three continuing up the stairwell to you.

“Who’s laughing now Johnny, who’s laughing now”

You unmute the TV and get into position.

//

“You didn’t try and call for help?” Marian asks “Not even- what was he called?”

“Johnny,” Billy says. Like the rest of the Wallace family, he was hanging on your every word.

Marian nods.

“Yes,” she says “Him”

You shrug.

“I wasn’t scared.”

There wasn’t much anybody could say to that. So they didn’t.

“Well you better bloody continue lassie,” Finn says finally.

Sean Wallace finally sits down next to his brother. His eyes are locked on yours, and you’re both smirking.

//

The first three men find your apartment and the door is already open. There are no lights on anymore, just a flickering TV screen, nothing but static playing on it. They sweep the first few rooms and find nothing. They know better than to assume you’re not here. They spread out, each searching a separate room now.

This is their first mistake.

The tall man with the greying hair checks your bedroom, he moves silently. You aren’t under the bed, you aren’t behind the curtain. He almost leaves the room. Surely you won’t be in the wardrobe, he knows you’re smart remember, you won’t be in the most cliched hiding spot.

He checks anyway. Better to be safe than sorry.

The wardrobe is dark, and he struggles to see into it.

So he takes a step further inside.

This is his last mistake.

You sink a knife into his thigh before he can see the arm punching from the shadows.

It’s relatively simple after that. You wrestle him for the gun. He lands a few punches on your face but he knows you struck something major in his leg. He falls to the ground. You shoot him point blank.

The other two men are in the kitchen. Your back is against the wall in the hallway. Your heart thuds loudly in your chest. You watch them but they can’t see you. You’re trying to get a good look at their faces. One of them, the shortest, wears a black balaclava covering all of his head. He’s the one that must’ve seen you. You hear him reload his gun. He doesn’t have time to fire it. He’s been shot before he can find the trigger.

Bullets rip into the wall behind you and you dive behind your couch. You’re panting heavily. The other intruder ducks also, behind a kitchen island. He doesn’t stay there for long.

He empties round and round into the couch. There is no gunfire in return. Slowly, the man stands up, tiptoeing his way towards the living room where he’s seen you duck for cover. He reaches the couch. He is ready to shoot.

But you aren’t there.

He spins on his heels, confused.

And you bring a frying pan down so hard on his skull that he falls immediately to the ground. You plunge a knife into his chest for good measure.

You are walking into the lift in a dead man’s clothes. You check the camera’s on your phone, the other men are still there. You tuck your hair back as you slip the balaclava over your head as the doors to the lobby open.

It takes them a second too long to realise you aren’t one of them.

And by then you’ve emptied your gun of its bullets.

“Fuck!”

You are crouched over the last man you shot. You slap his face a couple of times but he’s dead, no doubt about it. You wanted him alive. You want to know who sent him.

But it’s slightly too late for that now.

It takes you about an hour to drag the bodies in the lobby up to your apartment. It’s as you’re piling the bodies up you here the buzzing of a phone. You find it in one of their pockets.

Is it done?

It’s the only new message. The contact isn’t saved but the number wasn’t concealed. You should’ve written the number down. Used it to track down exactly who was doing this.

All you type back in reply is:

Yes.

But you didn’t write the number down. You didn’t have to. See, this was a number you knew. A number you knew very well.

//

The Wallace’s take a couple of seconds to process this information. Killing isn’t knew to them. They’ll send a team out to clean up the ‘mess’ in your apartment as soon as the hugs and reminiscing and reunions are over. Billy looks impressed, but they others, they look worried.

“Here’s what’s bothering me,”

It’s Sean Wallace. He’s finished the whiskey and set the glass down on a coffee table.

“Mum, Dad, you’ve all been looking for her for years”

“Yes,” Marian nods. And it’s true. For years they grasped onto the hope that at least one of you were still alive. They funded countless searches, spent thousands of pounds and hours on finding any remaining Andersons.

But they never did.

You made sure that nobody would know you were alive. All but one person knew you were alive.

Sean opens his mouth to finish his sentence, but Finn beats him to it.

“So how did they find her before we did?”

Sean nods. This is what had been playing on his mind. Who could’ve possibly known who you were, but perhaps more importantly, where you were.

That ‘one person’ sold you out.

“Ah well,” you say, letting out a cold laugh, before flashing a ring at them “For that you can thank my darling fiance,”

Sean’s eyebrows knit together in confusion

“Johnny?” Billy says, just like he had done to prompt his mother earlier.

You frown but can’t help yourself from mimicking the words of the Wallace mother. Malice coats your voice.

“Yes” you say, “Him.”

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Hi I love your series and I'm wondering when part 4 will be out? :)

awww tysm, and it’ll be up by tomorrow I swear!!! (my online classes have been crazy recently so I haven't had as much time to write as usual) xox

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Loved part 3! Are we getting part 4 today aswell? 😱😱

Thank you so much 💚

But okay, small confession...that was my original plan but I’m still not happy with one of my scenes so it’ll probably be up tomorrow morning instead :)))))

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As The World Caves In - Part 3/? (Sean Wallace x Reader)

Part 2 /// My MasterList!

A/N: This is kind of a short chapter but I’m planning to put Pt.4 up today as well, so don’t worry, there’s plenty of Gangs of London to come!!

Part 3: Alive

Your hair is still damp.

There was no time to dry it, you had to leave your apartment quickly and you’d already spent far too long in the shower.

Scrubbing.

You hadn’t planned for this, remember.

Ideally you’d have made your grand reappearance slightly more put together.  Your hair wouldn’t be scraped back in a low bun for one, but you’ve managed to collect your thoughts and you aren’t covered in blood anymore even if you're sure your face is heavily bruised.

So that’s a bonus.

There is still blood caked under your fingernails but you doubt they’ll notice. The state of your manicure is hardly about to matter. After all, the Wallace family are about to be very very confused.

It’s pouring down with rain and the water collects in small pools in the gravel on the driveway. It’s a new estate, expensive. It doesnt seem as towering as the old house, but then again you’re a lot bigger now then you were back then. A flood of memories bubbles to the surface, knocking the air from your lungs as you climb the steps to the front door.

You have to hold it together for now, there will be plenty of time to cry over dead family members in the next few hours. But not quite yet.

You hesitate only to collapse your umbrella before you ring the doorbell.

And that is when you see him again.

He is more handsome than you were anticipating. You weren’t expecting facial hair for one. He’s broad shouldered, stockier than you were imagining but something about his high carving cheekbones make his face look severe, less friendly than you remember.

You look up at the boy in the doorway.

“Hello Sean,” you say meekly.

There is no doubt that it’s him.

His eyes remain the exact same. They are seriously blue, almost sickeningly so, full on Prince Charming, field of forget-me-nots, bright cloudless sky blue.

Only they are glaring at you now.

“Who the fuck are you?”

His voice is calm, even, soft. But he’s looking at you over the barrel of his gun. He doesn’t recognise the stranger on his doorstep, he doesn’t know how or why they have found him.

“I said, who the fuck are you?”

His voice is still quiet but there’s malice etched into it. He isn’t here to play games.

“Hold it there a second sunshine,” you say, deliberatly keeping your voice light and playful, putting both hands up and slowly putting your umbrella down. You are not a threat to Sean Wallace. “Shooting the last living Anderson probably isn’t the best business move.”

His eye’s widen immediatley at the surname but then narrow again. “The last living Anderson died on an industrial estate 16 years ago.”

He tightens his grip on the gun.

“Evidently,” you say, “They did not,”

Sean takes a step towards you, the gun pushing tightly against your abdomen. His voice is no longer quite as calm.

“Their entire bloodline was wiped out. So, I will ask you again, who the fuck are you?”

He doesn’t believe you. He can’t remember the Anderson's all that well, but they have never been forgotten in this household. Without them the Wallace enterprise wouldn’t be where it is today. But it was more than that, the Anderson’s were family. As much a part of them as the Dumali’s. But the Dumali’s are a 10 minute drive away.

The Anderson’s on the other hand, are six feet under the earth.

“Sean,” you say, trying to meet his eye. He had wandered away into his own thoughts and taken a few steps back from you “Sean, I came to return this.”

He blinks in confusion as you slowly place something on the floor, careful not to make any sudden movements. You kick it gently over to him.

Sean crouches down. He doesn’t take his eyes or his gun away from you. Wrapped in a red handkerchief is a small pistol, two words are engraved into the side.

Finn Wallace.

Sean doesn’t understand, his eyebrows knitting together as he frowns.

“Don’t forget to say BANG,” you say hoping that he still remembers.

It surprises him when he does.

Y/N?

His entire face flickers with recognition. He opens his mouth but no sound comes out.

This can’t be possible. This girl, loitering in his doorway on the brink of tears cannot be Y/N. She can’t be. 

He’s still trying to piece it together when another shadow appears behind him. He’s skinner, paler, his eyes are more hollow.

“Sean, what the hell is taking you so lo-”

“Billy,” he says flatley still staring into your eyes, “Go get Mum and Dad,”

Billy Wallace follows his brother's gaze to you, his eyebrows raising. There is still a gun aimed directly at your chest.

“Billy now,” Sean says, “Either this is somebodies sick fucking idea of a joke or Y/N Anderson is back from the dead.”

Part 4!!

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Part 3????

Nearly finished it now! Should be up first thing tomorrow :))

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As The World Caves In - Part 2/? (Sean Wallace x Reader)

 Part 1 /// My Masterlist!! 

Part 2: What A Wonderful World

You’re still in the car. It’s been a long drive home from the Wallaces.

“There’s been an accident on the major road, I’m taking a different route,” the driver says.

Your father nods.

You huff loudly, patience is a skill you’re still honing. Tommy slips a pair of headphones over your head and presses play on his phone. You wriggle in your seat so you can rest your head on your mother's lap. She plays with your hair.

I see trees of green, red roses too...

A new song begins and the car starts to slow down, turning into an old industrial estate. Both Anderson parents are distracted, looking at their phones, but Tommy stares out of the window confused.

I see them bloom, for me and you...

The car jerks. It stops abruptly. Causing everybody but you to look up. They look at the driver, who’s hands are no longer on the steering wheel. It is not someone they recognise. They haven’t seen him before.

And I think to myself…

It happens too quickly. Your father doesn’t have time to react.

Because there’s a gun against his head.

And then the driver shoots him dead.

What a wonderful world...

There’s a bullet in the driver’s head before he can take another breath. Your mother is shaking, fingers still on the trigger. Tommy has turned grey, eyes brimming with tears. But you are hysterical, thrashing and screaming your Daddy’s name over and over. Your mother throws her hand over your mouth

Another car pulls into the estate.

I see skies of blue, and clouds of white,

The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world...

“Okay, stay in the car, stay down, don’t let them see you!”

Your mother is sobbing but she’s seen the three men making their way towards your car

“Mum-” Tommy says, but she’s shaking her head.

You are hyperventilating. Your mother pushes you both down behind the seat. You cling to Tommy for dear life.

“Stay in the car and keep her safe”

She reaches into the front, tears streaming down her face when she looks at her husband. She must be strong. She is checking your father for a gun, but he’s unarmned. She takes the driver's gun instead and gives it to Tommy. Then she kisses your forehead.

“I love you both very much”

The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky,

Are also on the faces of people going by...

Your mother steps out of the car. There is gunfire.

A lot of gun fire.

“Tommy, Tommy what's happening? Tommy please, Tommy, make it stop!”

He hugs you tighter, pushing your face into his chest but says nothing. He turns your music up, so you can’t hear anything but it, and he is shaking.

Your mother’s bullets find one of the three men and they fall to the ground. You burrow your face into Tommy’s shirt, choking down sobs and trying your best to keep quiet. Tommy cranes his neck so he can see out of the window and then immediately wishes he hadn’t.

Because he watches his mother get shot.

I see friends hold hands,

Sayin’ how do you do ...

And that’s how you find yourself sitting all alone in the footwell. Tommy is up and out of the car in a heartbeat. He has to protect his baby sister, he will not let you die.

Your mother is still alive, bleeding out, but alive, and Tommy heads straight for her, shooting another of the men in the process.

They are dressed in all black. They are wearing masks that cover their faces.

There is only one left now.

And he sends a bullet through your mother’s skull.

They’re really saying

I love you ...

Tommy looks down at his mother, tears streaming from his face.

And then he joins her.

Crumpled. Crying. Dying.

His mouth is opening and shutting like a gaping goldfish. No sound will come out.

The last remaining assassin stalks over to him, taps him with his foot to check if he’s alive and then puts a final bullet through his brain.

I see babies crying, I watch them grow

They’ll learn much more than I’ll ever know ...

You are still crying, but you are crying silently. Everything is silent except for your music. The song is almost over.

The car door opens and you can feel someone rustling in the front seat.

You are a smart girl.

You know this isn’t an Anderson.

So you know that Tommy and your mother must be dead.

You take off your headphones.

“Yes...yes they’re all dead...took two of my men…”

He pulls down his mask to speak into a phone. He has a thick ginger beard. He looks at the dead driver.

“And the drivers a goner too...yes..boy looked about 18...right well I’m heading back now”

He sees you. You see him. You both stare at each other.

He reloads his gun and looks away for a brief second.

“Erm we’ve got a problem boss, there’s a little girl. You didn’t tell me about a little girl. What do you want me to do about i-”

Then I think to myself...

The bearded man never gets to finish his senetence.

“Check your pockets before you leave” “She’s going through a ‘borrowing without permission’ phase”

Finn Wallace hadn’t checked his pockets.

That’s why you’re standing with his gun.

Your small five year old hands are gripped tightly around the trigger.

There are blood splatters on your dress.

The bearded man is dead.

The headphones are no longer covering your ears, but the song is playing so loudly you can still hear it while you crouch in a pool of blood. The song is coming to an end.

Yes, I think to myself,

What a wonderful world.

///

A/N: More parts are coming guys so let me know what you think! I promise there will be a helluva lot more Sean. Got some juicy parts to come;)

Part 3!!

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As The World Caves In - Part 1/?(Sean Wallace x Reader)

A/N: Hi guys! This first chapter is mainly background information, so bear with me (its not the most action packed chapter but it is 100% necessary).This is going to be a pretty long series so lemme know if you want to be added to a tag list xxxx

Materlist!

Part 1: Bang Bang! (My Baby Shot Me Down)

Nothing good ever becomes of the girl unfortunate enough to fall in love with a Wallace.

There is blood, thick pools of the stuff, not all of it yours.

There is too much blood.

You are running out of time.

This is how you’re going to die, you are sure of it now. But before you do, they are going to take him away from you.They are going to pull everything worth living for out of your sorry little world.

Sean.

You will not let them take Sean from you. You will make sure that he’s safe.

You hear them coming now.

This is it.

/// 16 Years Before \\\

A giggle fills the garden.

It’s more of a squeal in all honesty, carefree and silly and full of joy. Children’s laughter. The innocence of a little girl’s giggle is out of place here.

Innocence is out of place here.

“Ha! Sean! You’re out!” you call “I got you fair and square.”

Three fathers and three mothers sit on black woven garden furniture. Wallace, Dumali, Anderson, London crime royalty. There is no business to attend to today so they are also laughing, glasses of champagne in hand as they watch their children play on wooden stick horses in the April sunshine.

“Nuh uh Y/N! You didn’t shout BANG”

“Yes I did!”

“I didn’t hear you”

“Me neither”

“I did! I did! You’re all dead!’

“You absolutely did not”

You are tall for your age. A pretty white dress, white tights, pristine white shoes, but your pigtails are falling out, the dainty white ribbons becoming a tangled mess and you run to keep up with the boys.

Billy. Skinny, ears and elbows jutting out, a mop of curly brown hair.

Alex. Taller, dimpled cheeks and nervous eyes, deep chocolate skin.

Sean. Grinning, exploding with freckles, blonde eyelashes so long they tangled themselves.

“Watch, like this Y/N,” Sean says patiently, turning his fingers into a gun “BANG! BANG!”

Billy and Alex theatrically hit the ground, taking great pleasure in twitching and convulsing as they pretend to die.

You gallop towards them just as Alex starts to sit up.

“BANG!” you yell and he falls down again. Sean is smirking at you as you both trot together, linking arms as you parade around victorious. You stand on your tiptoes and you kiss his cheek, sparking fits of laughter from Alex and vomiting sounds from Billy.

“She’s precious that one,” Marian coos, she is watching you as you  march the length of the garden clutching her own son. She adores you, loves you almost as much as her own.

Your mother laughs.

“She’s not all sweetness and sugar, i’d check you’ve got all of your jewlery when we leave she’s going through a ‘borrowing without permission’ phase,”

Finn guffaws

“Still a damnsight sweeter than my boys”

“You might be stuck with her, she came up to me the other day asking ‘When I marry Sean will I get to stay at Aunty Marians all the time?’”

Marian grins again.

“I guess Alex is out of luck then,” chuckles Mrs Dumani. She is sat cross legged on the grass with the girls. Jacquline and Shannon are oil painting canvases, something not even the promise of sweets would bribe you into doing.

Trust me, your mother had already tried.

She wished you’d stay away from the boys, even further away from the family business.

Gangs are no place for little girls.

“My daddy’s going to show us a real gun!” Alex says as you watch all three fathers approach you, “Now that Billy’s seven, we’re all old enough,”

“But- I’m still five?”

“Yes but Y/N you're a girl,” says Billy pointedly, grimacing with the word as if it tastes foul.

You scowl at your brother Tom, a teenager now, as he picks you up and carts you back to your mother.

You love Tommy more than anybody in the world, so you only kick him twice.

”Why can’t I stay with the boys! None of this is fair!” you announce, your arms are crossed, lip pouting in defiance.

Your mother isn’t phased, she’s been practicing this conversation. The Wallace and Dumani mothers are smiling encourangling at her, they have been here before themselves.

They will raise smart daughters, undeniably good and honest and strong.

Their husbands will raise smart businessmen, undeniably rich, undeniably powerful.

“Look at you darling, you are my treasure. I love you very much,” Your mother is stroking your hair and when you try to pull away, she cups her hand to your cheek. ‘And you know why we stay away from Daddy’s business, don’t you”

“I know but-’

“That’s right, to keep you safe and sound dear,”

This isn’t the first time you’ve shown interest in the family business. That’s what is worrying Mrs Anderson and what is making her face settle into an unsupressable frown.

“But-”

It is Marian Wallace that speaks next.

“Try and listen to your mother Y/N”

She is looking at you with a firm, no bullshit stare. You know this is an order.

‘It's not fair! They get to-”

“Y/N, it’s a scary world out there. There is no place for you in that horriblness do you understand?” a more mellow Mrs Dumani says.

Yet, you don’t understand, how could you? Your mother had done everything in her power to shelter you from the violence attached to your surname.

Only Tom would be expected to contiue the family business.

“But I’m not scared of anything!”

Guillabe, naive, innocent, ditsy. How do you explain to a 5 year old that they inherited a world of death, drugs and crime?

Your brother has an idea. “Man eating spiders, cannibal clowns” He is sneaking up behind you and whispering in your ear

“Thugs, criminals, beasts, Please, they’ll eat you up, alive!”

Your skin takes on a crawling quality, even though you know it’s only Tommy, you are starting to panic.

“No!”

“Yes!”

“But-”

“Also, snakes and large bugs, men with pointy teeth, slimy monsters that creep under your bed at night and swallow you whole”

Any joking quality is removed from Tom's voice. He is doing everything he can to scare you.

It is working. You are only a small child

Guilt flashes on his face when your bottom lip quivers slightly.

“Tommy that’s enough, you’re upsetting her.” Marian again.

You are running straight to your mother, her arms opening to wrap you in a tight embrace.

“You’ll be safe as long as you stay with Mummy okay?”

You agree and she is still cradling you when Finn, Ed and your father return. They had left the boys inside.

“You haven’t been crying have ya?” Finn says. He bends down to ruffle your hair and you shake your head violently.

“Look I know you might want to be like the boys. Personally, I wouldn’t bother, cabbage heads the lot of them. But if you ever see one of these-”

He reaches into his pocket.

And then Finn Wallace gives a five year old girl a gun.

“-I want you to run in the opposite direction, do ya hear me?”

Your mother’s eyes are wide with shock, Marian’s mouth open ready to lecture her husband. But he takes the gun back from you before you can wrap your fingers around it.

“I want you to make me and Uncle Finn a promise Y/N. You wouldn’t lie to us would you? You won’t ever go near one of these will you? It’s very important”

It was your father this time.

“Of course not Daddy,”

“Good, now why don’t you play with Jackie and Shannon?”

“Actually,” your mother says, almost eager to leave now ”I think our drivers here”

You rush through your goodbyes and are herded into the back of the black vehicle. Your daddy sits in the front with the driver, you sit in the middle in the back. You aren’t quite sure why, but you feel the urge to give Tommy a big hug. You do.

As you pull out of the Wallace estate, you see the boys pressed up against a large bay window. Alex is grinning at you, Billy pulling a hideous face and sticking his tongue out. It’s only Sean that is actually waving at you, and you are waving back.

“Why can’t we all live together in one big house Mummy?” you ask.

Your father chuckles.

“Come now Y/N, we’ll be back again tomorrow. Just like always.”

You are smiling as the boys in the window disappear from view, knowing you’ll be back playing with them in the morning. Just like always.

But this is the last time you will see the Wallaces, for a very very long time.

(Part 2!!!)

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My MasterList!

Sean Wallace x Reader

As The World Caves In (work in progress)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Blurb: 

“Nothing good ever becomes of the girl unfortunate enough to fall in love with a Wallace. There is blood, thick pools of the stuff, not all of it yours. There is too much blood.You are running out of time.This is how you’re going to die, you are sure of it now. But before you do, they are going to take him away from you.They are going to pull everything worth living for out of your sorry little world. Sean. You will not let them take Sean from you. You will make sure that he’s safe.You hear them coming now. This is it.”