Sir Henry Cummins is a young man and aspiring writer, who just so happens to have an adoration for the "danse macabre" and all things dark and strange.
Henry lives alone in his manor house amongst the shady wood, with only a few oddball pets to keep him company. What handful of people he refers to as his "friends" can be found in the historical district of Palleville down the dirt path. And although Henry lives in the new age, much of his life resembles the old save for a couple of modern day advancements that he has taken a liking to.
Most of all, he is always looking to escape reality whenever he goes into the one room only he shall enter-his study. It is there, amongst the lofty floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, the sconces aflame, and the old-time music that soothes his soul, that he writes to his heart's content, dreaming up fantasies that overtake reality more often than not whenever he wishes to escape the real world and the things that bother him.
In what was meant to be a one-off short story, "Danse Macabre" is a collection of dark-humoured stories of French and Goth influence, revolving around Henry and his strange, imaginative mind. One moment, he can be in Palleville. The next, with his friends. But, most times, alone, with only his thoughts, of which he should never ever be for his own good.
Calloway // Michael Gray x Reader - Peaky Blinders Fanfic
51 parts Complete Mature
51 parts
Complete
Mature
You meet Michael as Henry on a seaside holiday as teenagers. When your paths cross again years later, he's changed. You've changed.
You each represent the other's downfall. But inevitably, you end up depending on each other to live.
Friends -> enemies -> lovers. Forced proximity. Always a bit of a slow burn.
The smut level is gonna be unhinged besties so 18+, don't read if you're not into it.
I've taken this as my personal mission to convert us to Michael
*I don't use y/n in my stories so you'll be called your surname, Calloway*