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peakyltd · 1 year

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Hey Daisy 🤗 If the prompt "I forgot you were like this" wasn't chosen yet, i would like to request a fic for it with Tommy 😊 I loved your story Nightmare and would like to see more of your angst! Feel free to discard in case you don't feel comfortable/don't vibe with it!

Broken | (DARK!Tommy)

A/N: Apologies that it took me a while to write your request Isa! I went with Dark!Tommy for this one so I hope that'll be enough angst 😜 I'm not so sure about the outcome tho, maybe it's a bit rushed? But I'll let you and everyone who reads this be the judge of that! The prompt can be found in bold and italics.

Tommy Shelby x reader

Warnings: Manipulation(!), narcissistic traits, threatening, neglecting, non canon. It's not a happy story overall so please don't read if those topics are triggering for you.

Word count: 3700

She was wandering trough Arrow House. The place once filled with love and warmth was now replaced with emptiness and worries.

Tommy had left once again and she didn’t know where he was or what he was doing. She didn’t care, at least that’s what she told herself. She somehow still cared, way too much for her liking. Deep down she knew that he had her wrapped tightly around his finger.

She stopped in front of a portrait of him, taking the details in. They used to be happy and he had always been a great husband to her. Now he only spoke to her when he needed her.

Slowly but surely he took things away from her, things she loved. She lost her friends and didn’t saw her family anymore. Only his but they weren’t invited often. She didn’t realize it at first until she was stuck in the house. Their house. He told her it was the best for her, that she would be safe. He probably had it all planned out.

She believed every single word and now hated herself for it. How could she be so stupid to believe him? A sigh escaped her lips as she made her way further trough the house.

How could she not, she loved him and he loved her. They were married, you don’t marry someone you don’t trust. He only did this out of love… right?

She used to be an independent woman. He told her he loved that about her. She would never let a man control her life like that. She would never until she met Tommy, the man who changed everything. Above all he had changed her.

But after today she would go back to being an independent woman. To being herself. She had talked to a lawyer in secret and had him make up the divorce papers. She was ready to leave this prison although she was scared for his reaction.

She entered his office and put the paper on his desk. She didn’t had the heart to tell him. That, and she was too afraid. She knew he would call her over and make her explain but she didn’t dare to start the conversation.

After a quick glance at the office, she left and made her way upstairs. Once she reached the last step, the front door opened. Tommy walked in. Her heart was beating fast as she carefully peeked down to where he was standing.

His shadow creeped up on the floor as he made his way to his office. He looked tired and it seemed like he had a tough night considering the number of stains on his clothing. Her heart told her to go see him, to help him but her head told her to stay right where she was.

Maybe he was injured and needed her. But if he was, he had called it upon himself. She chose to listen to her head and leave him be. She walked over to their bedroom and entered it. Her body felt tensed, she didn’t know what to expect from him.

Before she had the chance to close the door, she heard cursing coming from downstairs followed by Tommy shouting her name. “(Y/N)!” Her breath was stuck in her throat, fear washing over her. “(Y/N) come here for fucks sake!” He bellowed. She had no other choice than to face him.

Her hands were trembling when she reached the end of the stairs. Tommy stood in the doorframe of his office, anger blazing on his face. She did not dare to look at him. “What the fuck are you thinking, eh?!” He shouted at her, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside, slamming the door shut.

“Eh?!” His face was dangerously close to hers. She looked up at him, his face was battered, a few cuts decorated his frame. “I can’t live like this anymore.” She softly said, afraid that he was going to hurt her. He had never touched her but he also was never been this angry with her.

“I can’t fucking hear you!” He yelled, his eyes boring in to hers. “I can’t live like this anymore.” Her voice was louder and to her surprise steady. “You can’t live like this anymore?! And why’s that?! I give you everything you ask for! Everything!” He shouted, she could feel his breath on her face.

“I’m stuck in this house because of you. I have no one left because of you.” She tried to defend herself. “I told you why, eh?! It’s the best for you!” Tommy stepped away from her, taking his glass of whiskey he had filled before. “And that you have no one left is not my fucking fault now, is it?!”

She looked at him, tears filling her sight. “Then whose is it? Because I’ve always looked out for my friends, my family.” Tommy took a sip, hoping the burning liquid would calm him down a bit. “Perhaps you did too much.” He countered.

“How could you say that?” Tears fell down her cheeks. “How could I say that? I just found fucking divorce papers on my desk, maybe you could try to explain that first?!” His anger rose up again.

“I think they explain enough.” She cried, looking at him. Tommy lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply before blowing the smoke in her direction. “So you thought, I’d just sign ‘em? Are you out of your fucking mind?” He sneered at her.

“I’m not.” She told him, her fingers nervously played with her dress. He looked at her, nothing but anger in his eyes. “Go upstairs. You’re obviously not capable enough to have this conversation.” He harshly told her. “I am, Tommy. Don’t act like I’m some stupid woman!” She yelled at him.

He laughed humorlessly. “But you are. Now go. We talk tomorrow morning.” He waved her off. She looked at him in disbelief. “I don’t want to talk tomorrow, I want to talk now.” She discussed as she watched him sit down behind his desk. “Go.” He hissed.

“If you don’t want to talk now, I’ll leave.” She stated. He looked up at her, cocking his eyebrow up. “And go where? You just said you had no one left.”

He knew exactly how to hurt her. The tears were still falling down her cheeks as she stared at him. “Now go upstairs. Goodnight (Y/N).” He dismissed her.

She wanted to scream at him, hit him even but she just stood there. Feeling defeated after what just happened. "Wasn't I clear enough?" Tommy's low voice pulled her back from her thoughts. "You were." She simply stated as she left his office, making her way upstairs again. When she reached the bedroom, she was sobbing.

She was so disappointed in herself. She could finally tell him what she wanted but didn't. She couldn't. Maybe he was right and was it her fault that she had no one left. Was she really that clingy? Maybe that would explain why Tommy was barely there for her, maybe he was annoyed by her.

She sat down on the bed, wiping the tears from her cheeks. She was going to leave, no matter what he said. She would find someone who would help her. At least that is what she hoped for, someone who cared.

It took her a while before she started packing her belongings. She still wasn't sure what to do. There were some things she had to leave behind, she wasn't able to bring everything and when Tommy would find out she sure as hell never got it back. So she had to pack the things that were the most important to her.

She came across a gorgeous green dress and stopped to let her hand slide over the fabric. It sparkled when the light hit it. All the excitement to wear it was gone. There was an important event next week, she had been looking forward to it.

Finally she could spent some time out of the house and hopefully spent time with Tommy but after tonight he would never take her with him again.

Her thoughts were running trough her head while she held the dress until a low voice startled her. "What do you think you're doing, eh?"

Tommy was watching her. She never heard him come in. "Nothing." "Nothing? So this bag packed itself?" He asked her, as he lifted the bag from the bed. His voice was calm.

"I'm still going." She confidently told him. "I don't think you are." He sat down on the bed, holding eye contact with her. "You don't fucking own me, Tommy. You're never here in the first place and when you are, you act like I don't even exist!" Her frustration and sorrow taking over.

"Listen, lov-" "Do not call me, love!" She yelled at him. Tommy sighed. "Listen, love. You know I do this because I love you, right?" He assured her.

"If you'd really love me, you would never treat me like this!" She cried out.

She didn't want to cry again but she couldn't fight her tears anymore. Tommy stood up and embraced her. All she wanted was to fight him off but she had missed his touch for so long.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N). I shouldn't have said those things." He apologized to her, stroking her back.

She gave in to his embrace and softly sobbed into his chest. "You would do it again. You do it everytime." She blurted out.

Tommy let go of her and put his hands on her shoulders, looking into her eyes. "It is because I love you and I want to protect you. You know that, right?"

Staring back at him, she didn't know what to say. She didn't even know what to believe anymore. "You know how my life is, love. I work hard to provide a good life for you but it's dangerous. So I rather put myself in danger than you." He explained. "Without me you wouldn't be where you are now."

"Maybe that would be better." She sniffled, her eyes scanning his face. It didn't seem like he was lying, maybe he really wanted the best for her.

"I don't think it would. Now come, you should get ready for bed. You don't want to look tired tomorrow when Pol comes over, do you?" He changed the subject ever so swiftly.

"And next week, you'll look amazing in this dress." He added as he tapped the green dress softly. "I'm not going Thomas." She began. "It's not even up for discussion (Y/N). You're going. If the evening goes well, I might sign the papers if that's what you want."

The minute he brought up the divorce, her hope had flared up. "You would?" She asked him, her voice soft. "If you go and behave, then yes." He assured her, stroking her cheek. "You wouldn't want to ruin our night, eh?"

"No." She answered him shortly. "Then go to bed and do your best." He had her right where he wanted.

The week had been very differently. Tommy was much kinder to her, took her out for dinner multiple times and even sat down to attentively listen to her and her worries. He apologized to her and told her that he loved her. She finally felt heard by the man she loved.

On the morning of the event she was woken up by Tommy who was standing at the edge of the bed with a huge bouquet of red roses. She sat up, confused by his sudden gesture. "I wanted to genuinely apologize for my behavior ." He told her while handing her the roses. She took them carefully, the bouquet was heavy.

"Thank you." She hesitantly said, now knowing what to do with it. "Shouldn't you be working?" She asked. "I decided to spend time with my wife today. Breakfast is waiting for you downstairs. Your favorite." He answered her, his blue eyes looking in to hers. They seemed sincere.

"Is this just because of those papers?" She wondered. "It's not. You were right, I neglected you. I just want to show you that I do love you." He told her, kissing the top of her head softly. "Are you joining me for breakfast?" He asked her. "Okay. I'll get ready" She answered as she admired the roses once again.

When she walked in to the dining room, Tommy was already waiting for her. She sat down at the table and found indeed her favorite breakfast.

"You didn't put any kind of poison in this, did you?" She bluntly asked him. Tommy chuckled. "No of course not, I'm not some kind of monster."

She doubted him still. "Here let me switch." He said as he swapped their plates and ate some of her previous plate. She finally gave in and started eating her breakfast.

"I get that you don't trust me (Y/N) but I want to make it up to you. Even though you might've already made up your mind." He grabbed her hand and squeezed it softly. "I promise you I'll change."

He told her many things but never these words. She hoped he was sincere with her this time because despite everything he did, he still had her heart. He was apparently the only one in her life that still cared for her.

He had planned out their day already, first they went horse riding together. It was relaxing to be back in the nature with her favorite horse. They stopped at the spots her and Tommy visited often back in the days, reminiscing old, happy memories.

When they arrived home, Tommy had made sure lunch was prepared for them. They enjoyed the lunch, even had a few laughs. It made her feel happy, like he was really trying to change for her. Finally.

“Would you like to go out for a walk?” He had asked her. “Oh... yes, okay.” She wasn’t used to this kind attention anymore, or any kind of attention in general. “Come on then.” Tommy stood up and reached out for her hand, she happily took it.

Once they arrived back home, it was time to get ready for the event. Many important people would be there so they had to look perfect.

She had put on her dress, had done her hair and was now applying her make up. Thoughts of the day going trough her head, almost forgetting what she had to endure these past months.

“Can I come in?” Tommy asked, opening the door slightly. “You can.” She answered. He entered their bedroom and stopped behind her. “I’ve got something for you.” He said, making her turn around.

“You got something for me? You already gave me roses today.” She said. “I know but I knew you’d like it the moment I saw it.” He replied, holding a square box in front of him.

“But before I give it to you, I want to tell you that I’m sorry for everything. Really. You are the love of my life, you have been ever since I layed eyes on you. I couldn’t imagine a life without you.” He told her passionately, he pressed his lips on hers once he finished his sentence.

She returned the kiss. It was sweet and soft, it had been such a long time that he showed her affection. His words had hit her hard. She knew he was speaking the truth, he would never lie about those things.

“I forgot you were like this.” She softly said. “I’ll do better. I promise.” He told her as he gave her the gift.

“Now open it.” He demanded softly. She opened the box, revealing a beautiful diamond necklace. A gasp escaped her mouth. “Oh my god Tommy it’s beautiful.”

“Would you let me?” He asked as looked at the necklace. “Yes of course.” She smiled. He took the necklace and carefully clasped it around her neck. “Now everybody can see you’re mine.” He smiled, pressing a kiss in her neck.

“As if they didn’t already know.” She stated as she got up. “I think I’m all ready for tonight then.” She looked up at him.

“One more thing before we go.” He said, moving over to the fireplace. “What might that be?” She asked excitedly, wondering what he was up to. Tommy took papers out of his suit pocket and unfolded them.

“These papers." He showed her the divorce papers. "What are we going to do with them?” He asked her as he pretended to read them, walking slowly over to the fireplace. “I-“ The words got stuck in her throat. “I don’t know.”

“Let me ask this differently.” Tommy said as he looked at her. The kindness in his eyes had made place for a cold, hard stare. “Do we burn these papers or do we keep them?”

“Tommy…please.” She pleaded, now knowing what to do. “Keep in mind what I did for you these past days, love. You can’t betray me after everything I did for you.” He simply stated, showing no emotion.

“And I appreciate it, I really do.” Her voice trembled. “Then I guess I know what to do.” He said as he put the papers in the fire, he calmly watched them burn.

She watched the papers go up in the flames, the color draining from her face.. He moved over to her and grabbed her hand. “Lets go before we’re too late.”

The car ride was quiet. All her hopes of a peaceful life had faded away in the flames moments ago. She had to think of something else. Maybe the gala could be her salvation somehow.

The driver stopped the car in front of the building. Tommy got out and opened the door for her, offering his hand. She took it, not looking at him, as she got out. "Come on, love. It's a cheerful evening." He mentioned, lifting her chin with his finger.

"You look gorgeous." He complimented her. She was forced to look at him and showed him a small, fake smile. "Now let's impress some people, eh? It would be good for the company." He stated.

They linked arms and made their entrance. A few people had already recognized Tommy and before she knew the endless conversations and networking had started.

If she wanted to have a chance to escape, she had to do it tonight. Her eyes scanned the chic space, packed with people. Her heart started beating faster, it scared her but she was determined to do it. It was now or never.

"Darling, would you please excuse me?" She kindly asked Tommy who was talking to some kind of entrepreneur. Tommy looked over at her, not sure what she meant. "Are you okay?" He asked. "I just need to visit the restroom." She sweetly smiled at him.

"Alright." He spoke before returning to his conversation. She made her way trough the crowd until she found a door that led to a long hallway. She turned around to search the crowd, trying to see if anyone was following her.

She was safe. She quickly entered the empty hallway and closed the door. She ran as fast as her heels let her. When she reached the end of the hallway she found a door that led outside.

Her hand reached for the doorknob as she heard footsteps coming closer. She hid around the corner, frantically looking around in hopes of finding a better hiding spot but she didn't.

If these footsteps belonged to Tommy, she would be dead.

She held her breath, not knowing what to expect. A figure of man appeared in front of her. "Can I help you miss?" He asked politely. She looked at him, a soft gasp escaped her lips. It was a waiter.

"I-I just need to get some fresh air but the door was locked. I'm not feeling well, you see." She lied to him, hoping he would fall for it.

"Oh I'm sorry. Guests are normally not allowed here but I'll make an exception this time." He joked as he unlocked the door. "Thank you so much." She almost desperately thanked him.

"Do I need to get someone for you?" He asked her. "Oh no, you don't have to. They know I'm here." Another lie fell from her lips, she really hoped he fell for it.

She stepped outside and waited until the waiter went back to the party. If she wanted to get away from here she had to find a ride. She didn't care where to as long it was far away from the place she once called home.

Carefully she made her way around the building until she could see the cars lined up in front of it. Keeping her body close to the walls to escape the lights that were lit all around the building.

A few people were leaving already, maybe there could be an opportunity to join them.

She anxiously came closer to the front, there wasn't much to hide behind anymore.

Once she reached the front she decided to just go for it. Asking the first driver she'd see to bring her to whatever place would come to mind. She stepped away from the wall and made her way to approach the closest car.

"There you are." A man blocked her way, grabbing her wrist tightly. She looked up at him and was met with familiar blue eyes. The blue eyes that once loved her but now scared her. "I was wondering what took you so long."

He knew. He knew that she wanted to run away. To escape him. "I think we should go back inside, don't you think?" He held her wrist even tighter, a small smile on his face but a cold look in his eyes. "Eh?"

"Yes, we should." She softly agreed with him. He let go of her wrist and placed his hand on her lower back, leading her back inside. He leaned close to her ear.

"The next time you're trying something like this again..." He whispered. "I'll make sure you won’t live to see another day."

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alexanderlightweight · 1 year

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So, I don't know if you're willing to take explicit prompts, and if you're not- please feel free to ignore this and you don't even need to reply. (Same for if this prompt just isn't your thing!)

But, if you're willing, I would love to see a fic involving public cock-warming, maybe in a way that emphasizes not just Magnus' general BAMF-ness, but also Alec's if that makes sense?

(Again, 100% no worries if this isn't something you'd prefer to write!)

I do take explicit prompts and i was happy to fill this. this is part of a bdsm verse au i started last week and i hope you enjoy it

also i 100% get what you mean about Alec also being bamf while submitting and i very much enjoy that vibe. so i hope this hits it right for you.

<3 lumine

NSWF

“Alexander.” Magnus asks, voice nearly trembling with how hot his anger burns. “Did someone just dare to touch you?”

The crowd ripples in surprise and then fear, as they suddenly realize Magnus is not there to punish his boy, but to praise him.

Alexander nods, face still twisted in a scowl of disgust, and he steps back, finally releasing the wrist he had crushed under his heel.

“Apparently, I needed to pay a fee to see you.” Alexander tells him and he tilts his head, a beautiful, vicious smile on his face. “Did I give them enough?”

“Oh sweetheart, you’re always too generous for your own good.” Magnus praises and he reaches out, letting Alexander come to him and his boy ignores his hand to simply step closer. There is a scandalized gasp, as if someone is shocked Alexander dared ignore his offer. However, if his boy wants something more than Magnus’ fingers, then Alexander can have whatever he wants.

“I deserve a reward.” His boy tells him, a pout in his tone as he presses his head to Magnus’ neck.

“You do.” Magnus agrees, because he will always want to reward his treasure. “What would you like, beloved? Anything you ask of me, I’ll grant.”

There’s a breathless moment, because everyone knows that Magnus is not this generous and he’s not this gentle… but he is for his boy.

Alexander hums against his pulse and then wraps his arms around Magnus even tighter, his muscles clenching in an almost painful embrace that Magnus sighs over.

“I want your cock in my mouth.” Alexander demands a hint of brattiness returning to his tone and Magnus smirks against his hair.

Alexander waits obediently, as Magnus has told him, until a cushion is summoned for him and then he kneels, his head on Magnus’ thigh with a sigh of content.

“I’ll cut out their tongues before I let them leave.” Magnus promises, petting through Alexander’s hair. “It will be the least they deserve for talking to you in such a way.”

He won’t punish them for touching Alexander, it would undermine Alec’s own defense of himself, and Magnus won’t ever put that into question.

Alexander hums, nuzzling Magnus’ groin without responding and Magnus chuckles, hopelessly endeared by his sub’s impatience and his demanding behavior. Magnus unzips his pants, pulling out his cock and Alexander whines, impatient and nudges his fingers away.

“Greedy boy.” Magnus croons and Alexander kisses the drooling crown of Magnus’ cock and then slowly, takes him in until Magnus is sheathed in his mouth. Alexander sighs, as if in relief and nuzzles closer, his nose pressing against Magnus’ curls and his drool sliding down his chin and onto Magnus’ balls.

He’s a gorgeous picture and Magnus just watches, gently tugging Alexander’s hair every so often as Alexander elects to warm his cock, instead of sucking him. Magnus hums in pleasure and hook his heel around Alexander’s back, pulling him even closer so his throat hitches around Magnus’ cock.

“My good boy,” Magnus soothes, “keep me warm, darling. I need a distraction from the tediousness of this evening.”

Alexander hums around him, eyes sliding shut, trusting Magnus to protect him even after the display from Magnus’ employees.

For a moment, Magnus considers unraveling the offenders from existence. Letting them turn to atoms that he crushes in the fire of Edom, but then Alexander moans around him and Magnus settles.

The two fae that Magnus allowed the privilege of working in his club are now cowering, dragged forward by his magic. He won’t kill them, but he will make them wish he had.

It’s what they deserve.

Magnus tugs Alexander’s hair as he stares at them, an offer because Magnus would never keep his boy from watching Magnus discipline on his behalf.

Except Alexander whines, a stubborn, soft shake of his head as he tries to choke himself on Magnus cock. He looks up, pupils blown so wide that the thing sliver of hazel left looks green, and his lips bruised and slick around the base of Magnus’ cock.

Alexander swallows, throat milking Magnus’ cock and then he lowers his gaze, stubbornly refusing to move and Magnus croons, scratching his nails through Alexander’s hair.

“What a good boy.” Magnus murmurs and he summons a small coal, the size of his pinky nail. Magic forces the

“Something to make you more mindful of your tongues.” Magnus tells them coldly, magically prying their mouths open and a small coal is deposited on each of their tongues.

The screams of agony can be heard, even above the beat of the music and Magnus feels the pulse of the leylines Pandemonium is built upon, greedily absorbing the pain and desperation of his prey.

Alexander mewls in contentment, shifting closer, one hand curled around Magnus thigh and the other reaches up, tangling in Magnus’ shirt.

Magnus catches it with his own, bringing up Alexander’s hand to his mouth where he gently, with the most tender of motions, kisses each of his knuckles.

Alexander gets whatever he wants, when he wants it.

Magnus makes the rules and if the rest of the shadowworld dislike how he treats his sub, they are more than willing to tell Magnus to his face.

Magnus will enjoy showing them the exquisite error of their ways. “Alexander.” Magnus asks, voice nearly trembling with how hot his anger burns. “Did someone just dare to touch you?”