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This is my Fucking Wedding Day | Tommy Shelby

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: No

Warnings: Swearing. S/N - Sister's Name, S/H - Sister's Husband, E/C - Eye Colour.

Word Count: 1,272

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Standing in a slip and stockings with her makeup freshly applied, Y/N tells her mother, "I need to see Tommy."  

"You're well aware that you cannot see him right now. It is unlucky for the groom to see his bride in her wedding gown before she walks down the aisle," Her mother makes her objections known.  

"Have you forgotten who Tommy is?" She inquires while casting a wary gaze at her mother. "That man creates his own bad luck; he doesn't need a ridiculous superstition to create it for him. And also, I won't be wearing my wedding gown."  

"And you still want to marry him? I thought he was a gypsy. Doesn't he believe in such 'ridiculous' superstitions?"  

"You wouldn't need to ask that question if you actually took the time to get to know him," Y/N scolds her. She stops her seamstress from bringing her gown to her, asking for her silk robe instead.  

Her mother has never been accepting of Tommy, and her entire family disapproves of the Birmingham gangster, who will soon become her husband. Her mother and father have no trouble reminding her that Tommy isn't good enough for her, that all he brings is trouble and death, and that she'll be the next to perish, whether it's by his hands or by an enemy that he's enraged. However, despite what others say and have said, she has continued her relationship with the man she loves so deeply.  

She acknowledges that Thomas Shelby isn't a flawless man, but she also believes that he has wonderful qualities and those qualities have led her to fall so in love with him.  

Her father and siblings despise Tommy so much that they refused to attend her wedding. Its broke Y/N's heart when they couldn't even pretend to be happy for her. At least her mother was trying to try for her. Her mother knew she would feel regret and shame for missing her youngest daughter's most important day. Not to mention, she doesn't want to appear prejudiced. The older woman also wed a man that her family didn't approve.  

She defends Tommy and their relationship by saying, "I know he's not perfect like S/N's husband, but I am in love with Tommy, and he loves me."  

The fact that her sister had become pregnant with Andrew, her oldest nephew, after only knowing her husband for two months made it clear why she had wed him. S/H, her husband, is a renowned attorney who is adored by everyone and well regarded in his legal community. Their marriage was good, and they made it work but the only love they shared was the mutual love they had for their children they had together when they tried to make it work, romantically.  

"Now, could you kindly hand me my robe?" she asks, growing irritated with her mother's constant putting down of her soon-to-be husband. The seamstress brought the silk robe to Y/N's mother who handed it to her with a disapproving glare.  

There are times when Y/N's mother regrets being as headstrong and stubborn as she is since now, she has a daughter who is just like her. As a child, Y/N was always the one who resembled her the most since she was independent, headstrong, outspoken and free-spirited. Y/N carried some of those characteristics into adulthood. Those same characteristics helped her to tame her Peaky Blinder lover.  

Y/N pulls on her robe and ties the sash around her waist.  

"Your hair still has to be done," her mother calls after her as she walks toward the door.  

"I'll be back in a moment," She exits the room with a elegant boldness in her step and makes her way to the section of the church where Tommy, his brothers and the rest of his wedding party will be.  

Y/N is just about to knock on the door when Tommy's voice can be heard quite clearly above the others.  

"This is my fucking wedding day! I want you all to be on your best fucking behavior. My bride deserves to have her special day not ruined by anyone, including you lot. If anyone causes any fucking trouble, you will escort them as discreetly as possible out of the building and off the property. Gentlemen, this is not the day for violence. It is a day for celebration. If any of you start fighting, I'll fucking kill you myself. Do you understand what I am saying?"  

Tommy's speech is followed by a chorus of "yes boss."  

She knocks on the door and stands outside the room until someone opens it. She doesn't want to make a spectacle or grab anybody's attention by just being in her robe and a slip. She beams when she sees Finn, who has a surprised expression on his face when he realizes it's his soon-to-be sister-in-law. The youngest Shelby brother is by far her favourite among her in-laws, but she wouldn't admit it to anybody but Tommy. Though he aspires to be just like his brothers, he has never lost the innocence he's carried right through his childhood.   

"Miss Y/L/N, you're not supposed to be here."  

"I am aware, but I need to speak with Tommy. It won't take long, I swear" she promises the teenager. "Would you kindly get him for me?"  

"I can't say no to you, can I?" He chuckles softly and closes the door.  

A few seconds later, Tommy rushes out the door, a worried look on his handsome face. He stops in front of her and reaches for her waist. "Is everything all right?"  

She responds smiling, placing her hand on his face, softly caressing his cheek with her thumb as she looks into his breathtakingly gorgeous blue eyes, which had captured her interest since she first saw him in London three years ago.   

"Everything is perfect, Thomas, but there is something I need to tell you. I've been trying since yesterday morning, but we haven't had a moment alone to ourselves."  

"We're alone now, so what is it?" His voice is gentle and soothing.  

She takes one of his hands from around her waist and moves it toward her lower abdomen. "I learned that the illness I've been experiencing is not just pre-wedding nerves. I saw the doctor the day before yesterday after Polly made a remark about my body changing. Tommy, I'm pregnant."  

"You're pregnant?" His eyes widen in astonishment, yet his lips have a trace of a smile. "You're pregnant!"  

He continues to smile from ear to ear as he ends the kiss. "It's fortunate that our wedding is today. It's one less thing we have to worry about before the baby arrives."  

She looks at him with such affection in her E/C eyes that she lets out a soft giggle at what he said. "I love you, Mr. Shelby."  

"I love you as well, Mrs. Shelby," He responds leaning in to kiss her again.  

She leans in close to his lips and murmurs, "I'm not Mrs. Shelby quite yet."  

"It's just a matter of time," he replies before pressing his lips against hers and kissing her passionately, wanting nothing more than for their wedding to begin so she may become Mrs. Thomas Shelby.  

"Oi, you two leave it for the honeymoon, yeah?" Arthur's gruff voice broke the almost newlyweds apart. "Now Miss Y/L/N, I don't mean to sound rude, but you best be off to finish getting ready."  

"I'm on my way," she tells the oldest Shelby brother as she steps back from Thomas and leaves to go back to her chamber, leaving the two brothers to finish getting ready themselves. 

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Little Darling III (Thomas Shelby x Reader)

Summary: Birmingham has received a new club, one that is showcasing a exotic type of dance that is drawing in crowds, but it is one particular dancer that catches Thomas Shelby's eye... one that goes by the stage name: Little Darling

Warnings: 18+ only, eventual pinv sex, eventual smut, stripper!reader, heavy petting, dry humping, language, drinking, cannon Peaky Blinder violence

A/N: So here is the re-do of Part III, I felt so much better about it! Also, I feel that 'West Coast' by Lana Del Ret would be on a playlist for this story

Also, comment if you want to join taglist

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Part I Part II

Thomas buried his hand in her ringlet curls, Y/N could feel the way he gripped her hair as she continued rocking against his bulge and let out a whimper as she passed her swollen clit over again; Tommy gripping her chin with his other hand as their kiss became filthy with saliva falling over their lips as their tongues found each other.

The pain in her cunt from her lust made a whimper escape her lips again as Tommy let the hand that was in her hair trail down to her underwear, slipping his hand under the thin fabric, letting a calloused finger glide through her slick folds as her hips buckled at the feeling.

"Soaked through this flimsy thing", Thomas said, breaking the kiss. "Barely covered under cunt with this thing."

"That's the point", she said, seeing the red lipstick smeared all over his mouth. "It's called a thong."

Tommy brought his hand out from her underwear, letting a finger slid under the string.

"Quite the little invention", he said.

"Want to see something else?" she breathed, pressed her breasts against him.

"What?"

"You want to see how some establishments dance over in America?" she teased with a sultry grin before reaching behind her back and unclipping her bra.

Tommy watched with lustful eyes as she slowly slid down the straps before fully tossing away the bra, her heart was beating out of her chest and a part of her was screaming at her for doing this. But she was high off of the thrill as she felt him reach out to her body, sliding his hands up her stomach before cupping her heavy breasts, thumbing her slowly hardening nipples.

"Show me how they dance, Little Darling..."

Y/N found herself wiping off the smeared red lipstick off her mouth as she looked at herself in the mirror, the smeared mascara; she disregarded her appearance as she continued to wipe down her face free of the makeup before moving to fix her hair and change into her regular clothes since her shift was over.

She realized how close she was to actually having sex with Tommy Shelby, had it not been for the bouncer knocking on the door to check on her, she knew she would have given into the man. She knew she would have let the man have his way with her in that room and a part of her regretted not having let the man do that.

She could still feel the man's hands over her body, his rough thumb rubbing circles on her clit as she shakily rocked and swayed her hips as their lips greedily clung to one another before he drove his finger into her sopping cunt, whispering how soaked she was.

She shook her head, that was a problem for the Y/N in the morning to think about...

Tommy drove his motorcar with Arthur and John chattering away about the club, trying to not replay the events of the private room dance so he wouldn't have a hard-on.

"Tom, Tom", Arthur said, "I swear we need to get a hand in this club."

"The money, the dancers", John continued with a grin. "If expansion is what you want, we need to get this club under our belt."

Tommy raised a brow, he wondered how much that 'expansion' idea was for them or for John to continue to his dancers.

"And here you were against expansion", Tommy mused with a smirk.

"If it means having ladies as fine as them, I'm all for it."

It was the next day as she sat at her table that she contemplated what she had done, sipping her tea as she rubbed her temple. Y/N scolded herself for giving into the Birmingham gangster when she heard a knock at her door, standing up as she tied her robe around her as she went to the foyer of her home, opening to door and see the Devil himself incarnate.

"Quite the transformation", Tommy said as he blew out smoke. "Catholic girl by night, little temptress by night."

"How did you find out where I live?" she hissed, shoving the man inside because of how nosey her neighbors were.

"I'm Thomas Shelby, I know where everyone lives", he said as he walked further into her home.

Y/N felt aggravated that the man showed up, marching after him as she found him making himself at home in her kitchen; he was sitting in one of her chairs, legs slightly spread as he smoked his cigarette, his blue eyes roaming her figure shamelessly.

"Why are you here?" she asked, sitting back in her seat with a glare.

"Do your neighbors know what you do?" he asked, "do they know you dance for men? You dance for me for money?"

She stayed silent and she knew he got his answer as he let out a dark chuckle.

"Of course they don't. No proof of it, right? You can always tell a whore from any other person on the street, but not a stripper. That's what it's called, right?"

"You sound like you enjoy listening to yourself."

"I enjoy few things and that is not one of them."

It was like a game of chess, seeing who had the upper hand in the game as she stared at the man, who was burning his eyes into her.

"At night, you love when I pay you to dance for me. I think we both know last night was quite the dance you gave me."

"I performed a service for you, figured it would a nice way to get a bigger tip from you."

Tommy hummed before putting his cigarette out in her tea cup, pushing himself up out of his seat as he walked over to her. He caged her in the seat, bringing his face close to hers and their breaths mingled as she could smell the nicotine in his breath, smell the aftershave and cologne that he used.

"Last time proved something to me and gave me a thought."

"What was that?" she asked as she felt her heart beating in her throat.

"How much of a whore I can make you be for me when the sun's out?"

With that, he crashed his lips against hers...

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At the Cabaret Pt. 1 | Tommy Shelby x fem!character

Summary: Lenore is a dancer at the Birmingham Cabaret when she's approached by an estranged neighbor and notorious gangster, Tommy Shelby, with a business prospect. Seeing him again brings up old feelings and new conflicts that they must navigate in the topsy turvy world of Cabaret.

Warnings: Heavy misogyny (1920s Cabaret... I mean), mentions of sexual assault, and objectification. Please don't read if these topics are upsetting to you- I'm writing from a historical perspective and some of the elements I write about are disturbing. Take care while reading. This story only gets worse from here lol. I use a few modern songs in the story but imagine them in a 1920s style (aka Post Modern Jukebox). I really recommend listening to the songs I have listed below because I reference them in the story.

word count: 4125k

Come with me- Preservation Hall Jazz Band 🎶

Ain't That a Grand and Glorious Feeling? - Annette Hanshaw 🎵

Last Nite- The Strokes 🎶

PDA- Interpol 🎵

Not proofed- my b folks!

She felt powerful when she stepped on stage. She felt untouchable. She performed five days a week at Birmingham’s Cabaret Club during the late night slot when the wealthiest clientele slipped in through the backdoor to huddle around the stage. She was lucky that her life had ended up like this and not working the streets like so many girls she knew had to after the war years. She tried to get them jobs in the Cabaret but their addictions to uppers and downers and strong cocktails made it hard for them to follow the routine of Cabaret. It required discipline to arrive at the club everyday at three in the afternoon and work new routines until the doors opened at eight, and they worked hard. She wasn’t an especially good dancer but her energy and confidence on stage won her the best slot of the night and the notoriety that nicknamed her “Lady Lenore.” 

Her shows were sensual, sure, but mainly they were performances. She sang and sparkled onstage with her elaborate costumes. And sure, men often followed her backstage, seeking an encore in not so polite terms but she was the master of her own image. She was allowed to say no when she wanted to because she was “Lady Lenore.” She wasn’t a stranger to male guests coming by to visit her at night and many times, she allowed them to join her in her dressing room shared with the other performers, offering him whisky and resting her feathered head against his chest. But these were the boys she recognized from the factories her father had worked in, that her brothers had worked in before the war. She flirted with the rich cats who came by to seduce her but only the boys with coal grease still stuck in the curves of their muscles made it farther into the reaches of her corseted costume. She had a preference and she didn’t care who knew it. 

What won her fame, besides her voice, were her costumes. The early twenties offered an exciting new spread of style that she latched onto like Vicodin. She loved red, so she dyed most of her costumes a deep scarlet with millions of beads sewn onto the surface. She pulled on the red bodysuit, fixing the ropes of red beads draped around her shoulders and bare thighs. She didn’t have large breasts so the front stuck tightly to her chest but elegant bodice distracted disappointed eyes. Her blonde hair was bobbed around her heart-shaped face. Lucy, one of her friends, secured the devil cap on her head, the strap going beneath her chin. The horns were stuffed with couch stuffing to stand up straight. She under-drew her lips, creating a heart with red lipstick. The rest of her makeup was minimal, making the lipstick stand out. She buckled her nude-colored dancing heels across the top of her foot and shook out her arms nervously. 

She could hear the announcer out on stage with his squeaky voice. She pulled on her red satin gloves and made her way slowly to the curtains offstage waiting for her cue. Johnny the club manager squealed, “and now, the girl you’ve been waiting for, the queen of our hearts and the sweetheart of Birmingham, Lady Lenore!” He ran off stage and a spot opened against the curtain. 

She lifted her lips into an innocent smile and stuck her arm out through the slit in the red velvet curtain. She trailed her finger down the fabric, teasing the slit beneath the hot spotlight. The audience cheered loudly, feet stomping on the bar floor. 

“Aw come on out, darlin!” A man hollered from the audience and she laughed quietly behind the heavy fabric. Whistles followed his brave shout and she shook her finger naughtily at them, still obscured by the curtain. 

“Now, now boys. That’s no way to ask a lady. I was gonna be real nice to you tonight, and I mean real nice.” The men whistled again and slammed their hands on the drinking tables. 

“Please, honey!” 

“Come on, love!” 

She slipped her arms back behind the curtain and giggled.

“Oh, boys! You really do know how to make a girl feel so good!” She squealed, “open the curtain, Johnny!” 

The curtain swung open on its tracks and she placed her hands on her accented hips. Her bare thighs warmed under the hot spot. She switched into her Lady Lenore facade, apologizing raspily, “sorry about that boys, I was a bit nervous.” 

Men howled in the audience and stood to whistle. She put a dramatic finger to her lips, biting it gently. 

“Gee, thanks. Now let me show you what I can really do.” She chuckled darkly and nodded to the band beside the stage. “Hit it, honey.” She called with a smile. A ragtime track began and she twirled, pulling the hair from her shoulders to show off the back of the costume, her butt just peeking out beneath the underwear-like bodice. She strutted across the stage with a flick of her leg, turning into a jumpy great-vine, tap dancing without the loud clacks. She reached out her gloved hand to the audience and gasped when the music jumped, smirking as she took quick steps backwards. She did the same to the otherside, each action dominated by the sexual squeal of the trumpet. She took slow steps downstage to the drum beat and lowered herself slowly to her knees, playing with her long strand of pearls. 

“I just feel so good tonight,” she bit her lip and shook her shoulders and lay back, still on her knees, her sparkly crotch exposed to the roar of the crowd. When a man wolf-whistled she sat back up quickly, an innocent smile pulling at her painted lips. “Oops!” She giggled and crawled forward on her hands and knees. She reached the end of the stage and swung her legs over gracefully. She went over to the fat cat at the first table and stroked his long white beard. 

“Say, you look like a good boy,” She purred and sat abruptly on his lap, “now what do you want for Christmas? Or more importantly what do I want?” She pouted out her lip, thinking. The men in the audience laughed. 

“Anything you’d like sweetheart.” The man chuckled and she smiled. 

“Ohh, Daddy! That’s exactly what I wanted to hear! But say, aren’t you gonna ask me if I’ve been a good girl?”

“Well, have you?” 

“Hmm, one second, Daddy,” She stood up from his lap and cleared her throat loudly. “Do you boys think I've been a good girl?” She asked the room and smiled when she received stomps and applause. “And do you think I should get anything I want?” She added, biting her lip. 

“You’re all I want, love!” One man yelled from the bar and she clutched her heart. 

“That’s the right answer, boy!” She called back and laughed, returning to the lit stage. A microphone had been set up centerstage while she was in the audience. She shimmied up to the microphone. 

“Y’all ever been to New Orleans?” She quipped in her best southern accent and winked at the band who burst into, “Come with Me.”

A line of feathered dancers came out onto stage, flirting with the audience with their scandalous dance fan dance. 

Come with me to New Orleans

I'll show you a great time

All your dreams will come true

A' With me by your side

Her raspy voice echoed out into the small club. She scanned the crowd, her fingers cupping the wide microphone. The men in the crowd smoked cigarettes and cigars, separating them by class and income. The day-laborers sat with crushed cigarettes in ashtrays while the fat cats still smoked the same cigar they had light when the night began. 

So

Come with me to the' New Orleans

I'll show you a great time

All your dreams will come true

A' With me by your side 

She smiled as she sang, looking down at the audience through her eyelashes. She adjusted her red velvet garter, her fingers trailing up the fabric on her crotch to her stomach. The dancers behind her dipped their fans to show their cleavage. 

Come with me to New Orleans

I'll show you a great time

All your dreams will come true

A' With me by your side

She finished the song with a low voice and the audience roared once again. She took an extra fan from one of the dancers and held it in front of her body. With the large fan, she did look naked, tricking those who were drunk in the audience to believe she was nude like a game of peek-a-boo. “Ain't that Grand and Glorious” marked the beginning of a new musical number and she started singing, traveling to either end of the stage. She moved her fan to her back like a peacock, pushing what cleavage she did have forward with her arms. 

Now is there any one present

Who was ever in love

If it’s so you know how

I’m feeling right now

Everything is so pleasant

She broke out into a brief timestep combination and moved the fan to her chest, just showing her legs and face. 

You’re so full of bliss

You just feel like knocking wood

She planted and shook her hips to the knocking noise. 

And when you naturally say yes

Ain’t that a grand and glorious feeling! 

She spun around and planted the fan on the top of her butt, bending over to show off her ass to the audience who cheered. She spun again and did a quick Cincinnati step during the instrumental break. 

I’ve got something to say 

When that band starts to play

She raised the fan above her head, showing off her costume once again, as everyone in the room sang the last line with her: 

I get a grand and glorious feeling

“That’s all!” She smiled and the spot went out. She hurried off-stage with the others and ducked into her dressing room, returning hugs and hollow laughs with the other girls.

“You were wonderful, Nore!” A dancer hugged her around her stiff waist and she let out a repressed breath. 

“Thank you, thank you. Gee, I’m happy it's over with. Father Christmas in the front row got a little too excited if you know what I mean.” She rolled her eyes and the girls laughed. Clara patted her on the back and slipped through the dressing room door to go on with the following act. 

“Break a leg, Clara babes!” She teased warmly and she tittered her thanks. They could hear the crowd grow impatient as they waited for the next round of entertainment. She sat down at her place at the makeup counter and removed the horned cap from her head. Lucy slipped into the dressing room, closing it quietly behind her so the sound wouldn’t carry onstage. 

“Nore, great job as always.” She sat beside her and intertwined her fingers with Nore’s. The dancers switched their tops and bottoms, each barely covering anything of their anatomy. 

“Thanks, Luce.” She wiggled in her seat and slid the large rings off her fingers and put them in her pink jewelry box. 

“Johnny wanted me to tell you that there’s a fella in the audience that wants to see you.” Lucy grimaced. 

“I have another show tonight, I can’t.” She sighed and fixed her lipstick. 

“He said it’s important.” 

“He always says that.” She laughed curtly. 

“Sure but I think he means it this time, Nore. I would do it.” 

“Why? Is it a cat?” She raised her eyebrow at Lucy and frowned, “He is isn’t he?” 

“It's Thomas Shelby, Nore.” She whispered close to Nore’s ear and sat back again, biting her lip anxiously. 

Her heart fell into her stomach and she looked at Lucy through the mirror for a moment. She cleared her throat and looked down at her red gloves. 

“So? He doesn’t own me,” She tried to sound brave. 

“No, but he owns half of Birmingham.” Lucy retorted and started again, “and besides, he used to be a factory boy, you remember don’t you? He used to live on our street!”

“That was before the war, Lucy. He’s changed since then. We all have.” 

“Wasn’t your brother friends with Thommy?” She asked carefully, not wanting open old wounds.

“Like I said, Luce, we’ve all changed. I haven’t spoken to her in ages. The war was hard on everyone, even the Shelbys.” She sighed. Lucy looked down at her naked thighs pressed against the chair and took in a deep breath. 

“You’ll do it though, won’t you?” 

“If I don’t have a choice…” She shrugged and stared at herself in the mirror, “then I guess I will. Help me out of this corset, won’t you please?” She stood and Lucy undid the tough clasps on the back that insured the piece wouldn’t fly open during the act, no matter how many hands probed it. She shrugged the top off, her breasts sitting back against her chest. She put on the white satin bra and short set laid out for her second performance. She rolled on her stockings and clipped them into her garters to keep them from falling down. Lucy fastened a tulle train onto the back of her shorts and fixed the edges. She buckled her heels and fit the glitzy headband around her forehead. Someone switched her pearls for a necklace with small gold stars, and her red gloves for blush pink. She brushed a little kohl behind her eyes and sprayed herself with perfume, sticky and sweet. 

Her second number was more choreographed and started like this:

She and the dancers entered with chairs. The chairs were arranged with her on center stage. The audience applauded and whooped and the girls smiled as brightly as they could beneath the white hot spot. “Last Nite” strikes up with the jumpy stutter of piano. It was a straight-forward dance. The hardest part was singing as she moved, bicycle-kicking her legs above her head in the chair. She abandoned the chair half-way through the song and scat at the microphone, accompanied by the instrumental riff. 

They don’t understand

No, girlfriends, they won’t understand

A cheer went up from the crowd, beer spilling from raised glasses. 

Last night he said

“Oh, baby, I feel so down”

“And it’s turnin’ me off when I feel left out”

So I, turned around

She turned slowly, kicking the tulle train back out as she did with her heel. Her arms were raised above her head, smiling wide. 

“Oh darling no care no more

I know this for sure, I’m walking out, I’m walking out that door

And ain’t gonna understand

She winked and blew kisses to the growing crowd in the audience. She scanned the faces at the tables for Peaky Blinders. Then she saw the tell-tale peaky cap pulled down over his face. She couldn’t see his face in the darkened house but the way his table was separated from the rest in the club, and completely empty save the man sitting there with Irish Whisky told her enough. The crowd’s applause came to an end and she snapped back into character, curseying and raising her hand to the band. 

“Thank you!” She twirled once more to show off her ensemble and curled her finger at Johnny who was still standing off stage. 

“Oh, Johnny!” She called him out on stage and when he waddled over she put her chin on his shoulder, “Get these wonderful men a drink huh?” She smiled innocently. The crowd exploded with hoots and hollers. “That’s for making me meet with Shelby without asking me first, Johnny.” She growled beneath her breath and smiled at the crowd, “sweet dreams, boys!” The men waved from the audience and the girls scurried off stage. 

She was too distracted to speak to anyone right after the show. She went straight to the dressing room and removed the tulle train from her shorts, grimacing as she did though it caused her no pain. Tommy was too smart to fall for her Lady Lenore act and she silently cursed herself for making the character such a staple of her success. He would be able to see through her confidence to her fear wallowing in her eyes. Some of the girls helped her quickly slip into a blush pink dress, the drop waist brushing against her hips. She changed into her normal heels, shiny black mary janes, and pulled off her headband. She left the star necklace around her neck but removed the gloves and extra jewelry. Lucy wiped off her bright red lipstick, changing it for a more casual color. One of the younger girls, Lily, ran in and called for her. 

“Nore, Johnny said to take the spare dressing room.” 

“Got it, thanks.” She nodded and exhaled loudly, pushing air through her nose. “He has everything fucking planned out,” she cursed below her breath. “Is he going to undress me for him too?” She grumbled and wiped kohl fallout from beneath her eyes. 

“He may not want that.” Lucy offered. 

“That’s what men always want, Luce.” She responded and sighed. With one last smile, she opened the door into an adjoining room called the spare dressing room. It was called that but it had never been one. There was a bed against the back wall with wood bed-frame and carved posts. The bed was dressed with clean sheets everyday and draped with a heavy red quilt to keep out the December cold. This was the nicest room out of the lot and it was reserved for our best clientele. A table and chairs separated the bed from the main door to the hallway. A bar cart sat idly against the side wall, stocked with cheap liqueur and towels. On the opposite side was a lounge in dark red fabric to hide stains. The wood floors were cold without the heaters and she could feel the chill even through her heels. She perched herself on the arm of the lounge and settled, waiting for Tommy Shelby to arrive. 

He didn’t know when he came in, he wasn’t worried if he happened to walk in on anyone, and he just didn’t care. He avoided her eyes as he stepped into the room and closed the door, loud voices carried down the hallway like the smell of cigarette smoke. When the door was firmly closed behind him, he finally caught her eyes.  

“Hello Mr. Shelby.” She didn’t move to stand.

“Miss Panning,” he gave her a curt nod, “or shall I call you Lady Lenore?”

She smiled and rolled her eyes. “Miss Panning unless you’d prefer to call me Lady Lenore.”

“Well Miss Panning,” he walked to the table and lit a cigarette, dropping the lighter and cigarette case on the table, “I’m sorry for disturbing your evening.” He gestured loosely to the direction of the stage, talking around the cigarette. 

She sighed and stood, taking a cigarette that Tommy offered out to her. She held the cigarette between her lips as he flicked open the lighter and the cigarette caught. “Did you like my performance, Mr. Shelby.” She smiled, blowing out the smoke. He looked down at his shoes and exhaled a cloud of heavy gray smoke, his hands in his pockets. When he looked up his smile was pained, his brows furrowed. 

“Eh, not really my thing.” 

“Mmm of course. From what I’ve heard you like it quick and dirty. You’re not one for a performance, are you?” She teased darkly and moved to the bed, sitting at the end. He watched her, his eyes calm and unfazed. She flicked the ash of her cigarette to the floor and crossed her legs, the slit in her dress showing her thigh. He stared at her thigh, puffing on his cigarette.

“What do you want, Mr. Shelby?” She asked him bravely. He tore his eyes from her exposed leg and  looked into her eyes. Exhaling and pulling the cigarette from his lips he rubbed his thumb across his thick lips.

“I want us to be friends, Nore.” He said finally, his voice restrained, holding back a layer of information he wouldn’t easily give up. 

“I’m Nore now?” She almost sneered. 

“We were neighbors once if you remember.” 

“Those days are far behind us now, Mr. Shelby.” She tucked her hair behind her ear and looked down at the ground. 

“Tommy.” He inclined his head slightly and stubbed out his cigarette. “And maybe they are but that doesn’t mean we can’t become friends again now, does it? 

He’d said something like that years before when she was fifteen, he was seventeen, and best friends with her brother. Her brother told him that she had a huge crush on him and he’d treated her kindly, offering to be her friend, though nothing more. Hearing him now brought her back to that moment in the alley between their houses, ducking beneath the laundry lines. He’d told her that maybe when she was older… but he went to war and never came back the same. He hadn’t spoken more than a few sentences to her since, plagued by guilt. She’d lost her brother in the war. 

“Why do you want to be friends, Tommy?” She asked slowly, fighting the images of her brother that entered her mind when she looked at him. 

He lit another cigarette and pulled it from his lips. 

“I think we can help each other.” 

“Oh?” She switched legs, letting the fabric slide slowly over her skin. He watched, his jaw clenched, in what she read as distaste.

“I need someone who’s willing to be my eyes and ears inside this club. I know Billy Kimber and his men meet here.” 

“Does this job require more than ‘eyes’ and ‘ears,’ Tommy?” She looked down at her cigarette. 

“It would require anything that gets them comfortable to talk to you, you can fill in the rest.” He looked over at the whiskey. “Whisky?” He asked and she nodded. 

“Yes, please.” 

He took two thick crystal glasses from the cart and poured. He rounded the table to hand her a glass and she took it, looking up into his blue eyes. He took a deep drink from the whiskey and sighed. She drank and swirled the caramel liquor around in the glass. 

“You know, Tommy, I don’t sleep with all of my clientele. Believe it or not but I prefer working boys over men like Kimber. I’m still a Small Heath girl, Tommy. That’ll never change, no matter how many rich men come in here promising me globs money in return for a quick fuck.”

He looked down at his shoes and nodded, thinking. He downed the rest of the whisky and cleared his throat. 

“Will you do it?” He asked. 

“What do I get in return?” She sighed. 

“Money and protection, of course.” He put his glass on the table and leaned against it, sucking on his cigarette. 

“Anything else?” She smiled softly.

He looked at her, expressionless, trying to determine what she wanted from him.

“What else would you like, Lenore?” He asked softly. 

She swallowed the rest of her whiskey and smiled sweetly at him, taking from her character. 

“Well, if we’re really to be friends, I want you to come to my shows.” She stood and reached around his waist to the ashtray and stubbed out her cigarette, looking directly in his eyes. 

“And besides,” she continued softly, “men like nothing more than competition. If Kimber learns that you fancy me, he’ll do whatever he can to get with me.” 

She took a step back and took a second cigarette from Tommy’s breast pocket. He lit it for her without a word. 

“Alright,” he nodded, his face unchanging, “anything else?” 

Her eyes softened and she fought back weak tears.

“Look after my father, Tommy. Make sure he’s safe too. If not for this, for James.” The mention of her brother stilled something in him. He nodded and cleared his throat. He turned and walked to the door to the hallway. 

“Tommy,” she called from the bed. He paused with his hand resting on the door handle, “you know he’s going to kill me before they tell me anything you want to hear.” She said softly, almost sadly. 

He said nothing for a moment and inhaled, looking over his shoulder though his eyes didn’t meet hers.

“I won’t let that happen.” He said evenly and left, the door closing loudly behind him. She tried to still her shaky hands, dragging on the shrinking cigarette.

_______

end part 1 here :)

#cillian murphy x reader #cillian x fem!reader #peaky blinders #thomas shelby #tommy shelby #cabaret #burlesque

[dinums]

The Unexpected Visit

Thomas Shelby x Reader.

Summary: A Filipina woman accidentally travelled back in time. There, she began to work for the Shelbys

Part 2

"Hurry up! We're going to be late for your birthday celebration!" My best friend, Ava, shouted down the hall, prompting me to respond in the same hurried tone.

"Alright! Just give me a moment!"

I looked at myself in the mirror, feeling a sense of satisfaction as I admired my appearance. I was wearing a stylish black and white dress that fell just below my knees, with a white bow tie adorning my hair. My makeup was flawlessly done, accentuating my features.

"Shit, ang ganda ko," I murmured to myself. After securing a job as an animator and starting a new life in the United States, I was finally able to enjoy the fruits of my labor. This was where I would find happiness. Despite missing my home country, the Philippines, the familiar places there held too many painful memories that I preferred to leave behind.

Everything was supposed to go smoothly, until it didn't. From the far corner of my room, I caught a glimpse of someone—a dark figure—watching me. A chill ran down my spine, and my body instinctively went into fight-or-flight mode. Without a second thought, I fled from my room, convinced that the figure was pursuing me. It emitted a sinister laugh, filling the air with an eerie presence. Was this what my mother had warned me about?

---

"Puta... tangina, tangina! Ava, where's Ava?" These thoughts raced through (Y/N)'s mind as she ran, desperately searching for her friend while panic consumed her. As she neared the stairs, she could swear that the figure was still chasing her. In her haste, she stumbled and began to fall, but just as she was about to hit the ground, a blinding light engulfed everything.

---

On a quiet evening in the streets of Watery Lane, Birmingham, Thomas Shelby lay in his bed, lost in thought, cigarette in hand. Suddenly, the drawers started opening, and the air seemed to thin. The entire house shook, as if an earthquake were rocking the foundations. Thomas swiftly grabbed his gun, prepared to confront any potential enemy lurking in the darkness of the night. It felt as if the very earth were tearing apart at the seams. He was about to call for his family when a brilliant flash of white light blinded him, causing him to shield his eyes and turn away.

A loud crash followed, accompanied by the sound of a woman's voice. Thomas, now disoriented, cautiously approached the source of the disturbance, gun still aimed at the woman who had appeared in his home. She seemed panicked, her eyes darting around as she struggled to get to her feet, wincing in pain. It appeared that she had injured her leg, possibly a sprain, which forced her to remain seated on the floor.

Their eyes met, and the woman's breath seemed to catch in her throat. Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared at the gun pointed at her. With trembling hands raised in self-defense, she stammered, "Who the hell are you, eh?" Thomas questioned her, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. This woman was unlike any he had encountered before.

"M-me? (Y/N), my name... (Y/N). Please, can you... I don't... the..." Her words faltered as Thomas took a step closer, the gun still pointed at her. Overwhelmed, she broke down, crouching on the floor, averting her gaze. If she were to die, she would rather not see it coming.

As the door opened, she looked up and saw a woman and two other men entering. When her eyes met theirs and then returned to Thomas, the woman spoke up, moving to disarm him.

---

"Jesus, Tom! What are you doing to this poor lady?!" I heard the woman exclaim after the gun was taken away from him. I let out a sigh of relief. Tom, as the man was called, pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated. The two other men seemed to be stifling their laughter, although it was difficult to discern as everything started to blur, as if the room were spinning.

When I regained consciousness, I found myself in bed, still in the same room as before—at least from what I could remember. As I surveyed my surroundings, I realized I was still wearing the dress, although the bows in my hair were gone. When I attempted to get up, the door opened, revealing the woman from earlier. In her right hand, she carried a tray with tea.

"Don't. You'll hurt yourself," she cautioned, pointing at my ankle. I nodded, and asked, "Can you tell me where I am...? Can I go home? Please..."

"You're in Small Heath. Thomas said you appeared out of thin air. How did that happen?" she responded.

"What year is it?"

"1919."

Small Heath, in 1919? That was far away from home, possibly evenin a different era altogether. It seemed impossible for me to have traveled there in the blink of an eye, let alone through time itself. Sensing my confusion, the woman tried to reassure me. She set the tray of tea on the bedside table and introduced herself as Polly Gray. I nodded in acknowledgment and placed the cup of tea on my lap.

"You're not from around here, are you?" Polly asked, her gaze lingering on the tea leaves in my cup.

"No, I'm not," I replied. She clicked her tongue, taking the cup from me and placing it back on the tray.

"Are you a Gypsy?" she inquired.

"No, I'm not," I repeated. I was starting to feel a glimmer of hope that Polly might be able to help me find my way back home. However, instead of directly answering my question, she posed one of her own.

"Can you read? Are you good with numbers?"

"I can read and do math. Why?"

"If you're going to stay here, you might as well work for us," Polly suggested, her tone implying that she had more to say on the matter.

"Why do you want to help me?" I asked but only got silence in return. The unexpected turn of events had left me bewildered, but I knew I had to gather my wits and adapt to this new reality. Working for Polly and her associates seemed like the only option available to me at the moment. Maybe, just maybe, they could provide me with the answers I sought and help me find a way back home.

"I'll work for you"

"Good."

////

It had been precisely one month and four days since I had become a part of the Shelby family. Despite initial reservations and a sense of distrust, Polly graciously took me under her wing. The other members of the family had an unspoken understanding not to pry into certain events that were yet to happen in their lives, acknowledging that I possessed knowledge of the future. However, that didn't stop some of them, particularly Finn, from asking what it was like. It was a joy to share stories with the young boy, and I was grateful that they kept my arrival in Small Heath a secret, creating a story on how I got up here, to not make the townsfolk ask questions, but then again who would ask the Shelby family questions?

In the present moment, I found myself inside the bustling betting shop, surrounded by a lively crowd. My responsibilities included tallying numbers, verifying receipts, and handling money and the transactions that came with it. The work was demanding, but it provided me with a sense of purpose, a distraction.

Across the room, John stood by the blackboard, inscribing odds while announcing them loudly for all to hear. Meanwhile, Arthur and Thomas had stepped out for a while, leaving Polly and me to manage the shop, with Ada looking after Finn.

"Mas maganda siguro kung animator nalang ako... or if I had a calculator here," I mused to myself, finishing up the last part of my work and giggling at the thought.

"A calculator? What's that?" I heard John's familiar voice as he approached me, a toothpick dangling from his mouth.

"It's- er, a device that helps you with calculations—counting, subtracting, multiplying, and even dividing numbers," I explained.

"Even the big ones?" John asked, curiosity evident in his eyes.

"Even the big ones," I confirmed, a hint of amusement in my voice.

Our conversation was abruptly interrupted when a bloodied Arthur burst into the shop, sending panic through the air. Everyone was ordered to leave, and Polly swiftly took charge, guiding Arthur to the house connected to the betting shop. Ada and John exchanged concerned glances, and I hurriedly joined them, mindful of my sprained ankle. I grabbed a clean cloth to help with Arthur's wounds, while Ada rushed to fetch a bucket of water.

Word seemed to spread quickly, and soon Thomas barged into the house, a bottle of alcohol in hand. He took the cloth from me, and I sat there, observing the scene. Conversations and typical sibling banter filled the air as Arthur and Ada exchanged words, while John and I simply watched them. Arthur began to explain how Inspector Campbell had asked him to assist with a robbery, recounting the encounter. Lost in my own thoughts, I couldn't help but voice my concerns.

"Will you help him? I mean, I wouldn't want to even think of helping a man who beat and bruised me... but..." I trailed off, realizing that all eyes were on me.

"Sorry, please continue," I quickly added.

"We don't help coppers," John stated firmly beside me.

Arthur continued, "He knew all about our war record... said we were patriots like him. I told him we'd take a family meeting and vote."

Knowing this was turning into Family business, I quietly saw myself out, going back to the betting shop to try and do extra work to keep myself busy. Despite the trust I had gained from the family, I understood that certain matters were their own to handle. It was their business, and I respected their boundaries.

///

My mind couldn't seem to shake off the lingering thoughts from our conversation. It had been a good thirty minutes, yet I couldn't help but wonder if the Shelby family would truly help that man with the robbery. After all, how could they trust someone who had beaten one of their own? The situation seemed precarious at best.

"Sana talaga bumalik na ako. Mas masaya siguro ako kung animator na lang ako... please, Lord, babait na ako kung ibabalik niyo lang ako..." I quietly murmured to myself, longing for the familiarity of my previous life.

"What are you blabbering about, eh?" a gruff voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked up to find Thomas standing before me, a quizzical expression on his face. I raised an eyebrow at him, which seemed to amuse him.

"You haven't apologized since the first time we met," I said, a hint of amusement in my voice.

"And you haven't told me what you said," he replied, curiosity piqued.

"It was a curse. I was cursing you to make a bad decision for pointing a gun at me," I snickered.

A moment of silence passed between us before we both chuckled. "So maybe it isn’t a curse... I was actually wishing to go back home. I even asked the Lord. I told Him that if He took me back, I would be nicer. I just think it would be nice if I could work as an animator. After all, I studied to become one after everything," I confessed, grateful for the Shelby family for taking me in and caring for me in their own ways.

To my surprise, Arthur and I discovered a shared love for drawing. It became apparent when he noticed me doodling one day, and he revealed that he used to love drawing horses. We began to draw together from time to time, he even thought me a few things or so.

Thomas, on the other hand, was more reserved. We didn't have much in common, but whenever I spoke in my native language, he would ask questions about its meaning. He also showed patience when I acted differently, allowing me to talk to him in a more casual manner over time.

John, being closer to my age, was a friendly presence. He had a boisterous personality, and I appreciated having someone to distract me from the noises in my head, a breath of fresh air in this intense environment.

Ada was easy to get along with. She lent me some of her clothing and was always open to conversation. She reminded me of my friends back home, particularly Ava.

Polly and I had a relationship reminiscent of the one I shared with my mother. At first, it felt like walking on thin air, but as I diligently carried out my duties and refrained from meddling in their affairs, she began to open up. She treated me like her own, and when I mentioned the similarities between her tea leaf reading and the practices of lbularyos or witch doctors, she encouraged me to share more.

And now, here I sat with Thomas Shelby himself. Thomas, who stayed quiet for most parts. His presence made me feel like I should continue talking.

"You lot can speak a different language too, right? Maybe you can teach me so that when I go back, I can make an impression, hm?" I suggested, which made him quirk a brow

"Then you'll have to teach me yours too, so it'll be fair, eh?" he replied with a smile and a shake of his head. Jackpot.

"Sure. Speaking of learning, do you know how I got good with numbers?" I asked, looking at him intently. It was just the two of us in the betting shop now, giving me the freedom to share. He then sat down next to me. Taking his gesture as an invitation to keep talking, I continued.

"When I was seven years old, my parents enrolled me in a program, a math center. It took me eight years to complete the whole program!" I explained, shivering at the memories.

"You didn't go to school?" he inquired.

"Oh, I did. I attended school while also studying math at that center. By the time I was sixteen, I was juggling school subjects like statistics, probabilities, and calculus, along with history lessons about my country... all that stuff. Later on, I learned animation, which gave me something to do, something I enjoyed."

"What do you do in animation?" Thomas asked, my face seemed to look very excited as i moved my chair closer to him, as if it wod be easy for him to be absorbing the knowledge I was about to share.

"Well," I began, a smile playing on my lips, "I draw illustrations, frame by frame. Basically, you see this?" I gestured, moving my hand as if I'm waving. He nodded in response as If my gesture wasn't obvious. "I draw something like that, people in motion, you know, like those pictures Ada goes to see. But Instead of people, its drawings. That was my job."

"And you can't do that now?" Thomas questioned, curiosity evident in his voice.

"Well...its easier to do it digitally," I explained, trying to find the right words to describe the concept, I used my hands, waving them in the air as if it would help the situation. Seeing his puzzled expression, I sighed and admitted defeat. "You know... its like this technology. It's hard to explain, to be honest. It's giving me a headache just thinking about it."

Thomas nodded, tilting his head slightly to indicate that he had listened to my explanation. After awhile more, we both stood up

"I've go to go, somewhere I need to be"

"Oh? Did my curse work? You're off to make a bad decision?" I joked which earned me another smile and a shake of his head.

"Maybe tomorrow, Do you drink?"

"That depends, is there an occasion?" I asked,walking over to the window, there I realised it was already dark, we've talked throughout the afternoon.

"Just come, eh?"

"Ask me again next time and I'll agree, if we spend too much time your ears might bleed."

"Next time then."

///

///

She stayed in Thomas' room during her stay, a decision made by the family. As she headed upstairs, she spotted Polly taking care of Finn. Pausing in her task, Polly spoke up.

"Need any help?"

"No, just check on Ada for me, thank you, love," she replied, and I agreed to do so.

"Alright, goodnight, Pol."

"Goodnight, love."

Making my way upstairs, I found Ada in her room.

"Are you going to sleep? Pol asked me to check up on you," I asked, and she yawned and nodded, pushing me towards Thomas' room.

"Yeah, off to bed. You too. I can manage myself. Goodnight, (Y/N)!"

"Oh, goodnight Ada," I said before she shut the door, leaving me confused, what are you up to Ada? I walked to the bed and crawled under the covers, ready to sleep.

As I drifted off, I couldn't help but utter a quiet gratitude, "Thank you, po," to no one in particular.

---

"Pol, do you know anyone who might know a way for me to get back? I think I'm losing hope already," I asked Polly, seeking some answers. It had been quite a hectic week word of mouth saying Thomas shooting someone, Mr. Campbell raiding homes of communists, Ada's pregnancy, and Thomas picking a fight with the Lee family.

"Oh, love. Just a little longer, hm? You'll go back. I'm sure of it," Polly said, her words providing temporary comfort. I had grown attached to the Shelby family, and the thought of leaving without knowing their fate weighed heavily on my mind.

"You know, Poll, I'm scared. If I do leave, then what about you guys? I won't ever get to see you all again... I won't know how you guys are doing unless I can read it from history books. I won't know how to help," I confessed, my voice filled with concern.

She took my hand in hers, offering reassurance. "Don't worry, love. Just give us a proper goodbye, and we'll be fine, alright?"

"I'll miss you if I do go," I admitted, a touch of sadness in my voice.

"We'll miss you too," she replied, understanding my worries.

---

That night, I decided to stay up late. I sat in the kitchen, working on a few doodles on a piece of paper. I drew frogs, horses, Polly, Ada, and Finn. The door swung open, revealing a drenched Thomas holding a bottle of whiskey.

"Woah," I exclaimed, surprised by his sudden entrance.

"A drink?" he offered, though his tone felt more like an order than an invitation. Remembering my promise, I grabbed two glasses and placed them on the table as he poured a drink for both of us.

"So, rough day? What happened this time?" I asked, curious to hear the events that had happened, though by the looks of it, thos wasn't a good one.

"I shot a horse," he replied. My eyes widened, my mouth agape, silently urging him to continue.

"It looked at me the wrong way, so I..." he trailed off, the weight of his actions evident in his voice.

"I look at you the wrong way most of the time. Maybe you should've done the same to me," I mumbled, moving my chair closer to him. He sighed, taking a swig of his drink.

"Back in France, I got used to seeing men die, but I never got used to seeing horses die," he confessed, his tone filled with remorse.

I nodded, taking small sips of my whiskey. "Horses, or any animals in general, they aren't like us. When we kill, it can be for so many reasons, but they do it to survive and protect. So, it's good that you feel bad about it. It makes you human. It proves you're not what you think you are."

"What do you think I am?" he questioned, curiosity lacing his words.

"You're not that far off. You're not as cold as anyone, or even yourself, perceives you to be, and that's a good thing. So, let it all out today," I encouraged, understanding the weight of his burdens.

We fell into a comfortable silence, interrupted only by the clinking of glasses as he poured himself more whiskey. After a while, I nudged him with my glass.

"I don't drink much," I confessed, offering him my glass. He took it and drank, and eventually, he began to talk again.

"Is that Polly?" he asked, pointing at the doodle I had made of her. I nodded, pointing out the other family members as well.

"I drew the people I talked to today. I guess I should draw you too, huh?" I suggested, feeling a sense of warmth in our conversation. He shrugged, turning his chair to fully face me.

"Should I stay still, then, eh?" he asked playfully.

"Nope! I've already memorized your face by now," I replied without much thought, not realizing the subtle smirk that graced his lips as I began to sketch him.

"You know, I'm glad that it was your house I accidentally traveled to. Even though it was scary at first," I shared, stealing quick glances at his drenched face to capture the details in my sketch. "Anyways, you'll catch a cold if you stay like that. When I was a kid, my parents used to throw their slippers at me from inside while I played in the rain."

"What? Would you do that to me?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Imagining the scenario, I burst into laughter. The image of me throwing slippers at Thomas in the rain seemed quite comical.

"I will if you let me."

"Maybe someday"

When I finished the sketch, I looked at it with satisfaction.

"Pogi," I murmured, using a Filipino term that meant "handsome." Though he didn't need to know that

"Pogi?" he repeated, looking at me curiously. I shook my head, realizing I had slipped into a different language.

"I said I was done," I clarified, handing him the paper with a smile. He took it, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Thank you," he whispered, barely above a breath. We both knew that those two words held multiple meanings, and despite everything, he meant them sincerely.

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[wutheringcaterpillar]

Corruption

Summary: It's your first night working at a night club, and Thomas couldn't help but think of all the things he wants to do to you when you approach his table.

Warnings: Age Gap (Reader is 18), loss of virginity, choking, rough sex, hair pulling, p in v, semi exhibition, reader is described to be somewhat petite, unprotected sex, name calling

It was your first night working at a prestigious club like this one. It had made you nervous to think of all the high profiled people that would be attending, and possible gangs. Your parents had urged you not to take that job, but you needed to see the world for what it was and now here you were. You gave yourself one last glance in the mirror, you hadn’t over done it but yet you felt hot with your black heels and black dress. Coming out of the restroom you put on a flirtatious face and approached the bar to grab a tray of drinks. Approaching the table, you couldn’t help but notice how each man was dressed to the tens in what looked like expensive fabric, with their hair nicely combed. However you weren’t going to let that intimidate you.

“Did someone here order drinks?” You stood confidently and the man sitting in front of you turned his head at a normal pace. “Yes, thank you darling. Alway a-“ He stopped in his tracks when he looked up at you. His crystal blue eyes locked with your innocent ones yet he saw something enticing in them. His eyes grazed down your body, taking in your voluptuous figure as the tight dress you were wearing hugged tightly around your curves. With his right hand hidden under the table, he tugged at his trousers.

It had been awhile since Tommy had been with someone much younger than him, from what he could see your soft facial features and the way your makeup wasn’t overly abundant he’d guess early twenties.

“Now tell me, what’s a beautiful young girl like yourself doing here all alone dressed like that. No boyfriend or family member here watching over you? You know there are some men who wouldn’t be able to control themselves seeing a slim pretty girl like you here, all dolled up.” He winked at you as he took a small drink of his bourbon.

You couldn’t help but notice how soft and plump his lips looked as they were placed on the brim of the glass and the way his veins poked their way through his skin. He looked at you with his determined blue eyes and spoke with a sort of rasp in his voice. “What’s your name love?”

“Y/N.” You couldn’t stop yourself from blushing at the endearing nickname.

“Y/N, what a pretty name. Why don’t you have a seat Y/N. My name’s Thomas. Thomas Shelby.” The handsome, yet intimidating man stood up and slid a chair out for you. He lit a cigarette between his lips and reached for a wine bottle sat on the table, he poured you a glass. You found yourself being driven in just at the mere fact he assumed off your looks what you like and he was right.

He carried on conversation, asking about your life where you’re from, never taking his eyes off of you. You had informed him it was your first night working here, and your family had ties to the owners here who happened to not be here tonight.

Tommy didn’t really care who owned this club because he knew he could buy them out and if your parents had found out he could keep them at bay, but he wasn’t going to mention that. He was very charming, and you were worried in your responses that he could see through you that you weren’t experienced with anything but either he did notice and ignored it or he didn’t.

There was a shift underneath the table you heard and then a few moments later he rested his hand upon your thigh, firmly gripping your delicate skin, sending shivers up your spine.

You hadn’t been with anyone before but you were good at acting the part of you have. Every woman, every girl talked about Thomas Shelby. He was the most dangerous man in Birmingham, and that turned you on.

Taking another nervous sip of your wine but trying to keep your composure, you guided your hand on top of his underneath the table and slid up between your thighs. Tommy could feel the heat that radiated off of you. He needed you, he needed to be in-between those sweet folds, and in that small circular opening that was leaking for him.

“Do you wanna get out of here.” Your breath hitched in your throat. Looking behind you, you noticed a door in the distance. You couldn’t wait any longer as your lady parts began to get impatient.

“I have a better idea.” He looked at you with curiosity as his eyebrows furrowed together.

Standing up in unison, your hand gripped his black tie and guided him, past hundreds of people into the closet you spotted. People eyed you both in shock, some in disgust, and some in jealousy, but you didn’t care. You couldn’t think about anything but him buried deep within you.

The closet door slammed open, and your body was hitting the wall in seconds as Tommy was gripping your sides, roughly tugging your panties down. Your hands found their way to his tie loosening it as his hands slid up your sensitive thighs to your innocent sweetness that was already soaking through the thin fabric of your panties. Your lips never broke apart as his tongue explored every inch of your mouth, hands exploring every inch of each other.

He smelt of whiskey and lavender, and you could feel the heat burning within you. Pinning you up against the wall you felt his rock hard member through his pants brush up in-between your ivory thighs, sending a soft moan to escape from your now parted lips. When your eyes locked, his once light blue eyes were dark and dilated like an animal had taken over him. You tugged at his belt, unfastening the leather at a vigorous, fast pace while his fingers dug into your small hips.

You hadn't noticed the lock on the door was broken and never closed all the way, Tommy wasn't going to mention it, but you couldn’t think about that right now.

He spit on his rather large dick and lined it up with your dripping hole. “Also, I’m a virgin.” You bit your finger playfully while smiling and batting your eyelashes at him in an innocent manner. Tommy smiled and looked down watching his dick twitch. He was going to absolutely obliterate you and he was more than gracious to be popping that inexperienced cherry of yours.

“Darling, I’m going to destroy you inside and out.” Before you could respond he went in full throttle, his full length taking the breath out of you, forcing a loud, high-pitched moan to escape your lips. It sounded like music to his ears, and he gave you a moment to adjust. You looked at him with wide eyes, eyebrows raised at the unexpected, overwhelming feeling of being so full and stretched out by such a handsome man. He would’ve covered your mouth if it weren’t for his own need and want for people to hear you losing your innocence to him.

Pulling slowly out, he slammed into you again. It was slow and agonizing, while you felt some pain you couldn’t want anything more than for him to go faster. Your eyes rolled back, when he sped up his thrust, you could feel your slick flooding down onto his thick, long dick. “God, you are so fucking tight, my fucking god.”

He buried his face in-between your soft boobs as if they were pillows. His tongue lapped around your hardened nipples, and bit them slightly causing you to yelp at the sudden painful yet satisfying feeling. You found your inner walls clenching around him. His tongue danced around your nipples one last time and then his plush, soft lips trailed up your chest to your neck as he pumped in and out of you at a vigorous rate.

The pain mixed with pleasure made you fall into him, your head burying in his shoulder as his lips sucked, dark red bruises into your neck. His hands found their way to your ass cheeks and he carried you away from the wall and fucked you in the middle of the closet. “Tommy I- Oh fuck! You- you’re so-“ Your words were falling out of you in muffles that was hard to makeup, but Tommy heard your fucked out voice perfectly.

“So what love? Huh?” He used one hand and wrapped it around your small throat, forcing you to look at him as he fucked into you deeper than you ever thought imaginable. “Go on tell me.”

“So fucking big, feel so fucking good.” He couldn’t stop the sadistic smile that formed on his face as he watched you crumble in his arms, and how it was his dick that was going to be the first one to coat your insides with his seed. It brought him satisfaction.

Not letting your neck go, he walked backward and sat down on a chest resting in the corner of the closet. “Ride me.” You didn’t have to be told twice. Your body began to bounce up and down on him, the sight of your small tits ricocheting at a fast pace making Tommy salivate.

Tommy let go of your neck, and twisted at your nipples. “Such a good fucking whore for me aren’t you? Did i make you a whore for me, eh?” You crashed your lips into his pulling at his short hair. You were close and so was he. Your back arched when his plump head rubbed against that one, sensitive spot over and over again. He held the back of your neck in place, snarling his nose, grunting as he felt like he was going to burst at the seams. “Go on, cum on me so I can fill that petite tummy of yours.” That was all it took for your jaw to drop open, letting lustful and desperate moans escape from you.

You didn’t even know you could sound like that or what a climax had felt like until now. Your whole body clenched and your toes curled when a feeling of ecstasy ran through your body like it was in your blood stream.

“Oh fuck baby.” The sight of you looking so fucked out with your flushed skin, Tommy couldn’t hold it any longer. You felt his warm fluid ooze into you, as his dick continued to twitch. The moans that escaped Tommy were low but filled with desire, and satisfaction. You couldn’t stop yourself from collapsing against him trying to catch your breath. His hand lay gently on your back as he did the same. “Holy fuck, so that’s what it feels like?” Tommy chuckled to himself, as his other hand combed through your hair.

“Yes, my darling. That’s what it feels like to get fucked.” You two stayed seated for a few more seconds before you got up and began to get dressed. “Does my hair look okay?”

“Darling, I’m quite certain the whole place heard and knows what we did. This door is broken.” You couldn’t stop yourself from blushing in embarrassment but at the same time it sent a thrill through your now corrupted body. Straightening your dress down and putting your heels on, you were about to walk but then you remember you had never told him your age.

“By the way I just turned eighteen yesterday.” You winked at him and slid your thumb in your mouth, sucking part of his seed that dripped out of you when you pulled your underwear back on, while looking at him with seductive eyes.

Thomas had never felt a greater high than he did right now. He was blown away at how a tiny thing like you could take all of him, and something about the age gap sparked a flame within him.

“Until next time. Mr. Shelby.” You grazed your tongue over his cheek before biting the flushed skin playfully and exiting the closet.

Tommy stayed stood there trying to catch his breath and get himself together. As far as he was concerned there were going to be many, many more next times.

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[mindful-of-ideas]

Headcanon: Peaky Blinders

-Being the second youngest Shelby and being really close to John and Esme (fem!reader)

A/N: requested by anon right here, thanks again! Sorry for being a little late, I hope you like it.

As a kid, John always tried to shelter you. All of your brothers did, maybe trying to protect your innocence for just a bit longer, but John was the one who was trying the hardest. Arthur just didn’t know how and Tommy, as much as he wanted to shelter you, needed to make sure the rest of the world wouldn’t eat you right up.

Not having a mother was really hard. Sure, you had Polly and Ada, but it never felt like having a real mom.

Still, your childhood was filled with beautiful memories. You remember the boys taking you and Finn out whenever they could. You would go to the beach or just run in a field of flowers. Every day out of Birmingham was like a blessing to you. You couldn’t stand its ashy damp streets and its misery that seemed to seep out of every crack in the walls. John was always there to make sure you wouldn’t forget those beaches and fields.

“Y/N!” John called out coming up to you and Finn sitting on the ledge of the bridge, throwing rocks in the water. “What?” you asked, trying to slick back your hair that was getting frizzy from the humidity. “Look what I got for you,” he said pulling out the prettiest seashell out of his pocket. “Wow! It’s for me?” “Of course!” he said stuffing it in your hands and ruffling your hair.

Seeing you happy was enough to make him smile.

Then John got married and had children, and already you could feel the two of you drifting apart. You hated that. You hated it because you were jealous of his kids. You, you were his kid for so long and now you could see how easily you could be replaced. You hated it because those kids had a mom, which you could never have. But mostly, you hated it because you felt so bad about being jealous that you were the one who decided to put some distance between you and John. But it didn’t last very long.

“Y/N? Come here!” John said, hearing you walk in the house, “Come here I said!” he said grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him, “Come sit with me for a second, will you? We barely talk anymore, what’s going on?” He pulled you onto his lap “I don’t know…” you said, “Why would you even want to talk to me anymore…” you mumbled. “What was that?” “Nothing…” “Y/N?” he said putting his hand on your head and pulling you close to his chest. “You’ve got your own kids now, why would you spend your time caring for me?” “I will never stop caring about you, Y/N. You’re.. you’re like my own kid, okay? Don’t ever forget that.”

After that, you stop being afraid to hang out at John’s place and you grow quite close to Martha too.

But that all stopped when the war started.

You got really scared when John was sent away to fight. It felt like the world had decided to rip away the only beautiful thing in your life. You were scared that everything was going to go dark while he was away. And what if he never came back…

While John was away, you were always around to help Martha. You helped her with the groceries, watched over the kids or even cooked. She was really nice to you too. She would brush your hair, braid it, let you try on makeup, and dance with you in the kitchen.

But John came back and she was the one who ended up leaving you. It was really hard on you. You stayed locked in your room for days, barely coming out to eat. John would sit in front of your door trying to coax you out. You could hear him cry sometimes. And you cried too. Because you missed Martha. Because you wanted to be there for the kids. Because you were supposed to be the one making John smile.

You got out of your room, slowly sitting down on the floor by John’s side. You weren’t crying anymore, but couldn’t really bring yourself to smile. You rested your head on his shoulder. “Do you remember her favourite song?” you asked quietly. “Of course I do,” he said,” she will dance to it all the time. You did too.” “So did you,” you added. “Maybe we could put it on… and dance…” “I think I would like that…”

At first, you were completely against John marrying Esme. Why would he marry someone he doesn’t even know! And why replace Martha! You understand it, of course, from a business and strategic point of view, but that’s all.

It doesn’t take long for you to notice how happy John is with her. So as much as you want to hate her, you can’t bring yourself to do so. When John finally presents you to her, you can’t hide how happy you are.

“Y/N, this is Esme, my wife,” John said proudly. “Hi,” you said, waving your hand shyly. “So you’re the famous Y/N,” Esme said, crouching to be on your level. “Famous?” you asked curious. “Yeah, famous,” she said pushing back a strand of hair behind our ear, “John can’t shut up about you, acting like a proud dad and stuff.”

And that was enough to make you fall in love with her. After everything, the war, Martha’s death, you felt like you were going back to your old self. You were happier than ever, always smiling and ready to help out.

Esme was really grateful for you too. John’s kids were still young, and seeing you close to Esme, trusting her, made them feel more comfortable around her. Very much like Martha, she took care of you, but unlike her, she wasn’t trying to keep you in the house. She would push you to go out and explore the world on your own.

You could tell something was wrong when her cocaine addiction was getting out of hand. You tried your best to be kind to her but she always seemed down and moody.

“Esme,” you said unsure. “What is it, sweetie?” “You… you… you look like you’re not feeling well,” you finally said. “I’m okay,” she mumbled, “don’t worry about me.” “But I can’t help it!” “Come here,” she said, quickly wiping and tear from her face, “Come on, smile for me, you’re our ray of sunshine aren’t you?” “Yeah…” you said smiling weakly, “But Esme, I really am worried…” “Shhh, let me do your hair for you,” she said spinning you around, “That will put a smile on your face, right?

Moving to the countryside estate is probably the best thing to ever happen to you. Esme was the one to invite you, saying that this could be your first step to getting out of Birmingham. It feels like living in a childhood memory. You would enjoy long walks in the field with the dog, drinking tea on the terrasse and watching the sunset over the trees. You were older now, of course, but you would still fall asleep to John telling stories to his kids.

It all gets destroyed, torn apart, when John is killed. A big red stain is spreading across your perfect life. You can’t stay there anymore, it makes you feel sick. You try going back home, spending time with Finn, then going to Ada’s, but nothing seems to be working. You start to spiral down

If people doubted you were a Shelby, they believe it now. You’ve been up to all sorts of troubles, petty crime, drinking, and fights, but nothing could fill the hole in your chest. Ultimately, you wound up getting a bunch of guys really pissed off. Something about you being a prude or something. You were so drunk by then that you could barely remember what they said. You could however remember how scared you were when they cornered you in an alley near the Garisson. You could remember how badly you wanted John to just show up and get you out of there.

It was Esme you showed up. She had been looking for you ever since you left the countryside estate. She brings you back home and tends to your wounds, making you feel at home once again. 

“I didn’t mean to cause that much trouble,” you said. Esme was finishing up the bandage on your arm. “It’s alright Y/N,” she said,” don’t worry about it.” There was a long silence before any of you spoke again. “Why are you doing all this?” you finally asked. “Cause I care about you,” she said, picking up a hairbrush and sitting behind you. She was taking her time, slowly detangling the knots in your hair. “But…” you started, not knowing what to argue. “Cause you’re like my kid,” Esme said, cutting you, “And I’ll be there for you no matter what!” You turned around, suddenly hugging her. “I love you,” you whispered in her ear. “I love you too,” she whispered back hugging you tighter.

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[sneakyblinders]

A Man's Philosophy

A/N: another installment of tommy & his darling wife au! aka. Tommy x Bee. this one is set in 1919... the first time they slept together. <;3 warnings: not canon. sexual themes. mild spice. minors, DNI. The sexual themes in this fic are not suitable for minors. 2.9k words. i take no credit for the gif!

Tommy stood in front of the mirror at his hotel room in London, straightening his tie and smoothing his suit jacket, preparing for his fifth date with Bee. He had told himself that he had to be patient. That she was young, beautiful, still venturing out and seeing the world for what it really was, not the picturesque world her parents had painted for her. 

He had kissed her already, and to say he was getting antsy to have more of her was the understatement of the century. He craved her touch, wanted her, more than he had ever wanted anyone–anything in a long time. 

So when he pulled up in front of her flat in London that Saturday evening in his best suit, he knew he had bad intentions running through his mind. Lustful intentions. He wanted to impress her. Wanted to impress her so badly that he had called in a few favors and got them both a table at a popular London club. She gasped when he told her he managed to get the two of you in, and squealed on the other end of the line. He instructed her to be ready by seven, and to pick whatever dress she wanted from Harrods and that he would swing by on his way back to Birmingham with a wad of cash so she could buy it. Bee told him that was too much but he refused, insisting. So, she indulged him. And the indulgence was worth it. 

He parked the car momentarily, walking up the three flights of stairs to her apartment, rapping on the door. Bee opened it quickly, standing in front of him in a knee length dress, small bunches of beaded embroidery dotting the light blue fabric that clung to her curves. She’d thrown a black shawl over her shoulders, eager to get out of her stuffy apartment on this warm spring evening. 

“Thomas,” she smiled at him. Her hair was perfectly waved and her makeup was–well she’d go so far as to say she’d intentionally made it slightly sultry. He didn’t say anything as she closed your door behind her, setting the lock. “Do I look alright?” She asks subconsciously, hand moving to her hair. 

Tommy shook his head, “You look perfect.” he told Bee before pressing her against your door and kissing her, arms caging her in on either side. 

When he pulled away she was breathless, heart racing. “Good evening to you,” Bee giggled. 

“Come on,” he said, taking her hand and leading her down the stairs. He led Bee to his car, where he opened the passenger side door. 

“Do you have anything else planned for the evening?” She asks as he slides in the driver's seat, starting the engine, his hand immediately going to her thigh. 

He leans in towards her, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I think we’re gonna go to this club, eat something, drink some, maybe dance if you like,” he pressed a kiss to the side of her neck. “And then I’m gonna bring you back to my hotel room and do unspeakable things to you,” he rasped, nipping her earlobe. 

An unfamiliar heat pooled between her thighs and she let out a small gasp. “Oh,” was all she could say in response. 

Bee had been frank with Thomas about most things he had inquired about, but the one thing she had been not too eager to admit was her lack of experience with men. 

Thomas was the first man who ever showed any real interest in her. Sure, there had been boys in school who asked her to the dances and took her to movie houses, but they were never any relationships of significance. She’d see them a few times and then it would fizzle out, they would move on to the next girl and she would move on to the next boy. She had been kissed before, but not with the passion and heat that Thomas gave her, no, certainly not. And she’d certainly never seen a man naked before. 

So the prospect of this man, this intoxicating, powerful, handsome, brilliant man taking her to bed tonight was in short–overwhelming. 

He drove them to the club, one called Embassy, and held his breath that she would still be as excited about it now as she was earlier in the week when he had told her. And she was. But he could sense some sort of hesitation, or reservation that she had about something. 

He ordered them both a drink and let her pick what she wanted to eat. He had told her on their first date that nothing was off limits and encouraged her to order whatever she wanted. Bee eyed him apprehensively from across the table after she’d ordered and he had asked for the same thing. He licked his lips and smirked at her. “You look stunning,” he said from across the table. 

Bee blushed under his gaze. “Thank you, Thomas.” 

After they both ate their food, Tommy took Bee to the dance floor, where he held her closely against his chest, a possessive hold on her body, daring any other man to ask her to dance. No one did. 

After an hour or so of dancing, Bee’s legs were tired and she asked Tommy if they could return to your table. “How about we just leave, hm?” he asked as she led him back to your table. 

She turned around when they reached their table, and he pulled out a wad of cash, putting enough on the table to pay for the meal and a generous tip. “Leave? So soon?” She asks, heart beating quickly in her chest. 

“The plans I have for us will last quite a while longer, angel.” he says, the baritone of his voice sparking something alight inside her, his hand grazing her lower back as he pulls his jacket back over his shoulders. 

She knew she had to tell him, she just didn’t know when or how or what to even say or how to bring it up. She didn’t want him needy and panting above her before she blurted out that she’d never done this before, but she also didn’t want the shock of seeing him naked in front of her written all over her face either. 

The ride back to his hotel was quiet. He massaged her thigh with one hand while the other steered the car. Bee’s mind whirred, every nerve in her body on alert.

He handed the keys to the valet and led her up to his hotel room on the top floor. “Thomas,” she started, shrugging her shawl off her shoulders as he went to pour himself a drink. 

“Hm?” he mumbled, the glass clinking against the barcart in the corner.

“I um, I don’t know exactly how to say this but–” he cut her off, striding across the room to her, grasping her chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. 

“You’re an excellent dancer,” he whispered, pressing his lips to hers. 

She stepped out of her shoes, shrinking by a few inches. He cupped her face in his hands, the metal of his rings cool against her skin. 

“Thomas,” she started to try again when he pulled away, placing open mouthed kisses to the side of her neck. “Thomas, I–”

“Sh… let me take care of you.” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to her collarbone, causing a moan to escape her lips. 

Take care of me? Bee’s mind whirred with more questions than she thought you had. Her knowledge of sex was limited to the information she had heard her girlfriends talk of, and most of it was that they left more dissatisfied than when they started–that sex was for the man and very little for the woman. 

He pulled her from your intrusive thoughts, literally, and into the bedroom of his suite. Eyeing her, he unclasped his cufflinks, letting them fall to the dresser with a clatter. He pulled his holster off his shoulders, setting it on the chair by the door. His sleeve garters and braces were next, and, with a sudden sense of boldness and maybe intuition, she walked over to him and began unbuttoning his shirt. He smiled softly down at her as he began to unzip her dress in the back. Bee’s heart raced, unsure if she was really ready for this. And calculating when exactly was the right time to lay this in his lap. 

After his shirt was discarded, he helped her step out of her dress. Bee stood there, in nothing more than her bra and underwear. He let out a low growl, backing her against the bed. She fell onto it when the backs of her knees made contact with the mattress. He climbed on top of her, pressing needy kisses onto the tops of her breasts, grinding his hips against hers. 

She let out a surprised yelp, which caused him to pause his actions, if only for a second, to look at her in the eyes. “Are you alright?” he asked, noticing the color draining from her face. 

“Thomas–I–I have something I need to tell you,” she stammered, her hands on his chest. “I’ve never–never been with a man before.” She tells him and his facial expression changes. He climbs off of her slowly, standing up and moving to the nightstand where he grabs a cigarette and a match. “I’m sorry–I should’ve told you long ago.” She says, tears stinging her eyes. 

He doesn’t meet your expression, jaw clenched as he takes his first drag on that cigarette. A million thoughts slam into his mind at once. What was he doing with a good girl like her? A good, innocent, smart girl? He would be her ruin, there was no way around it. But oh, he cared for her. He’d only known her barely a month and he cared for her. His world had changed that moment when she’d made him drop his bottle of whiskey, ruining his suit pants. He’d looked up and looked into her eyes and there she was. Like she was made for him. Like she’d just been dropped into his lap. 

These conflicting thoughts wrestled in his mind as he smoked, looking out the window. 

“Thomas,” she said in a small voice. “Thomas, say something, please.” 

He stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray, clearing his throat. He shook his head. “You’re too good for me,” she opened her mouth to speak but he continued. “I’ve had a feeling all along that we’ve been together, but this just confirmed it for me, angel. You’re far too good for a man like me.” 

She sat on the end of the bed, getting cold, rubbing her arms for warmth, feeling more bare than ever. She chewed the inside of her cheek nervously, tears threatening to spill over her waterline. 

“Sweetheart,” he says softly, sitting on the bed next to her. “You deserve a man who will give you a comfortable, safe, brilliant life. A man who doesn’t have blood on his hands, who doesn’t have nightmares every night of the horrors he’s seen. A man who doesn’t drink whiskey like water and chainsmoke,” he said, chuckling to himself as he eyed his pack of cigarettes on the nightstand, aching for another one right then. “You deserve an honest, good man to take care of you. Not a man like me.” 

Bee’s heart cracked in her chest. She could feel it. The last month of getting to know Thomas, she knew he was rough. She knew he had demons. She knew he was a dangerous man who was involved in dangerous circles. She knew he was a man who did what he wanted and didn’t care what others thought or how it impacted their lives. Hell, the other night he had just admitted to marrying his younger brother off to a Gypsy family to put an end to a feud and didn’t care what his brother had to say about it. But, past all of these negative qualities, she could see something in his eyes when he laughed. Something in his eyes when he smiled, when he looked at her. When he told her to order whatever you want. She could see pieces of a wonderful man, pieces she wanted to put together, pieces she was willing to cut herself on if it meant being just a little closer to him. To his heart. 

“But what if I want a man like you, Thomas?” She says softly, eyes locking with his. 

“You don’t know what you’re saying.” he said, shaking his head. 

“I do. I know how you are. I’ve heard of what you do. And despite all of it, I’ve still answered the phone every time you’ve called, and gone every place with you that you’ve asked. I want to be with you, Thomas. Please believe me.” 

And he did. Oh he did. A romantic, optimistic piece of him that he thought he left in the tunnels in France resurfaced in that moment and he kissed her. He kissed her deeply, rolling her onto her back on the bed. 

“Are you sure?” he asked, pulling away, his forehead against hers. 

“Yes, Thomas.” 

“Because, after we do this–I don’t think I can ever let you go.” he said, his nose brushing against hers. 

“I don’t want you to let me go.” 

She wasn't sure how long later, he rolled off of her, breathless. She thought certainly he was going to die at any moment. “Are you alright?” She asked, breathless yourself. Were they both going to die here? Now? Like this? 

He smiled, a hand on his chest, the other dramatically draped over his forehead. “I am blissed out of my fucking brains, yes, I am alright. More than alright, actually.” 

He went to the washroom in his suite and she heard him running water. He returned with a warm rag and proceeded to begin to clean her up, starting with her most intimate parts. She hissed at the sensation, body sore. 

“Sorry,” he apologized, applying less pressure. “You may be sore for a little while.” 

He ran the warm rag over her inner thighs, her stomach, breasts and neck, pressing gentle kisses to your temples. “Is that how it always is?” She asks as he throws the cloth to the floor, satisfied with how she was cleaned. 

“What?” he asked, lying down next to her, pulling them both under the blankets. 

“Sex, is it always like that?” She asks. She wanted to ask if it was always that intense, that deep, that pleasurable, but in fear of being too frank, refrained. 

“With me, yes, it will be.” he said, pressing a full kiss to her lips. 

“I didn’t think–didn’t think it would feel like that for me.” She says, blushing. 

“Why would you say that?” he asks, thumb gently stroking her cheek. 

“My friends–the ones who have been with men before–they say that it’s not really pleasurable for a woman. That it’s more for the man's satisfaction than anything.” 

Tommy chuckled. “That’s a boy's philosophy, Darling,” he eyed her with a gaze so caring, so kind, her heart could’ve burst at that moment. “Your pleasure comes before mine, and the day I forget that,” he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Remind me, eh?” 

Thomas Shelby never forgot. 

The next morning Bee was awoken with Tommy’s head between her legs, her calves draped over his shoulders, body already trembling.  

“Thomas,” she moaned as the pleasure overwhelmed her. 

Tommy smirked, pulling away long after she was satiated and reached into the nightstand. A glittering diamond anklet was stashed there safely, ready for this exact moment. 

“What’s that?” she asked as he pressed kisses to her ankle, her foot, her leg. 

“Something for you to wear,” he smirked, loving how it looked on her. 

“Does it mean anything?” she asked. 

He smiled softly, running a hand up and down her smooth, soft legs. “Means you’re mine,” he said, crawling on top of her, kissing her, grinding his hips against hers. 

“I’m yours!” she gasped. 

He paused, pressing his forehead into hers, breathing heavily, head swimming with lust, desire overtaking every sense. “I’m the only one? The only one to ever see you like this?” he asked. 

“Yes,” she breathed, hands cupping his face gently as he pressed his lips against hers. “Do you like that?” she asked apprehensively. 

“Fuck,” he breathed. “Yes, my sweet girl, I love it,” he kissed her again. “You’re perfect. Made for me.” 

“Just for you, Tommy,” she breathed. 

He made love to her slowly, languidly, making her tremble under his touch, aching for more. 

“I think you’ll regret awakening this–sexual side of me, Thomas,” she giggled as they got cleaned up for lunch. 

“Why’s that?” he asked absentmindedly, focusing on shaving. 

“Because I think I may give you a run for your money on who has the bigger appetite,” she laughed, pulling her stockings up her legs. 

He raised his eyebrows, eyeing her in the mirror, the hungry way she looked at him. “Fine by me, Angel. Fine by me.” 

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From 2010- The First Half Of Tour

2013

Part 30

1st March- Cardiff

“Ow ow ow" I cry as Harry, Louis and Zayn are pouring their cool water bottles on my legs after I spilt my hot water, lemmon and honey on them. I sit in Harry’s baggy gym shorts so that 1 I’m in loose clothing and 2 I’m not sat in my underwear

"Bloody hell YN how did you manage that?" My dad says on the phone

"My throat feels funny and it's good for your voice. Stupidly I tried doing my makeup at the same time and knocked it over” I sniffle

“Oh YN. How bad is it?”

“Well her thighs are bright red. Almost look sunburnt” Zayn tells my dad

“It doesn’t help she spilt the drink on her jeans which made the hot water stay on her skin longer” Niall says

"Paramedics are here" Paul says walking in

"Hi YN, I'm Nelly and this is Amari. Let's take a look shall we?" Kneeling down Nelly takes a look “ok luckily it seems to just be a first degree burn. Let's apply some aloe Vera on the burn and then we can wrap it up in sterile dressing. No need to take you to hospital"

"Oh thank goodness" I hear dad on the phone

"Can I still go on stage?" I ask

"Really? You've burnt yourself YN you can't" Zayn says to me shocked

"But..?"

"If you sit down and take it easy then I don't see a problem" Amari tells me

"Are you sure you're up for it tonight?"

"Yes. I missed to many shows last tour" I reply to Paul

"Just go steady tonight YN"

"I will dad. Speak to you later" I end the phone call. We let the paramedics finish up before I have to get ready.

During the show I end up mostly sitting on a stool unless I need to move to a different part of the stage in that case I just go steady with one of the boys by my side.

22nd March- Birmingham

"I wish I could take you on tour with me” I say snuggling cookie who’s licking my face while I sit cross legged on the floor “I missed you so much”

“YN you need to put the dog down at some point, I need to get your hair done” Erin says laughing at me

“Can’t you do my hair from down here?” I joke

“If I could I would, now on to the chair” Erin pats the chair that’s in my dressing room. Groaning I get up and put Cookie down on the floor who then runs over to Emma who’s sat on my sofa

“Do you think she thinks your her owner not me?” I ask Emma sadly

“No chance dogs have a sense for this kinda thing. She knows you’re her mum and I’m the cool aunt” Emma replies

“I wish I could bring her with me”

“I know, but I’ll bring her to all of the shows I come to, promise” I give Emma a smile to say thank you while I let Erin get on with my hair.

Hello Birmingham!' I say waving to the arena "I still can't believe that this is where Liam and I would come to see concerts and here we are on our second tour!”

"What was your first concert YN?”

"I think it was the sugar babes" I reply to Liam “I remember my mum and dad taking me to an 80s concert when I was younger so maybe it was that” I shrug

“You do love your 80s songs” Zayn says smiling

“I do I do”

"Now the next song we're going to sing is one of our current favourites to perform. This is One Way Or Another" Louis shouts into his Microphone and the music starts

"One way or another I'm gonna find ya. I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya. One way, or another, I'm gonna win ya I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya" Harry sings putting his arm around my shoulders

"One way, or another, I'm gonna see ya. I'm gonna meet ya, meet ya, meet ya, meet ya. One day, maybe next week. I'm gonna meet ya, I'm gonna meet ya, I'll meet ya" I sing.

13th April- Sheffield

“Hello Sheffield!” Harry shouts into his microphone. The crowd all scream in reply “now today it’s someone’s birthday” the boys all then turn to look at me “and we want you to help us sing happy birthday”

“No!” I try to protest but it’s no use. The fans and boys all sing happy birthday as I see Emma bringing out a cake on stage

“Ok make a wish” Emma says, but I truly don’t know what to wish for other than Alex being here. I blow out the candles and everyone cheers. I give Emma a quick hug before she walks off stage.

14th June- Miami

“I’ve just found out that Jennifer Lawrence, Liam Hemsworth, Sam Claflin and Elizabeth Banks are here tonight” Erin says doing my hair

“How did you find that out?” I frown looking at Erin through the mirror. She digs through her back pocket then unlocks her phone. She does some scrolling then hands me her phone. On the screen is a photo of then stood in the pit chatting. The photo is captioned “guess J Law has forced the cast to see One Direction” 

“Isn’t Liam Hemsworth one of your celebrity crushes? Maybe you’ll be able to go on a date” Erin teases wiggling her eyebrows at me as she takes her phone back. I know she’s joking but part of feels like I can’t date. Sighing I close my eyes thinking of Alex

“I can’t… Alex….”

“Would want you to be happy. He’d want you to move on, maybe Liam isn’t the ‘one’ but maybe he can help you feel like you can date again”

“Your talking as if I know him and have met him Erin anyway he’s dating Miley Cyrus”

“Split up”

“I can’t keep up” I groan making Erin laugh.

By the end on the show I’m in my dressing room dripping with sweat when there’s a knock on the door. Thinking it’s just one of the boys I shout

“Come in!” not looking up I hear the door open

“Hi” that’s not one of the boys. I quickly turn around and see Jennifer Lawrence stood at my door smiling with Liam, Sam and Elizabeth behind her “I was told it was ok to come and see you. I’m sorry if we’ve disturbed you”

“No it’s ok hi” I walk over to them and hold my hand out “sorry I look a mess right now”

“Don’t be silly you look beautiful” Liam says making me blush a little. He’s a little older than I am, 23 I think he is while I’m 19

“We just wanted to come and say how good the show was. Your really talented” Elizabeth says smiling at me

“Thank you I’m glad you enjoyed the show. Have you met the others?”

“No”

“Then follow me” I say leading them towards Harry and Louis dressing room where I know all of the boys will be.

10th August- LA

“See you after the show” Liam says smiling at me before he pecks my cheek. I wasn’t planning on dating right now, but after Liam and I met we exchanged numbers then ended up going on a date. Things are just casual at the moment and we don’t plan on announcing anything anytime soon

“YN let’s go!” Harry shouts to me

“Yeah I’m coming” I shout back. I give Liam one more smile before walking towards Harry and Louis

“I can’t believe your not coming back home with us”

“Liam ask me on another date” I shrug

“Can’t say I like you both together” Harry mumbles but I clearly hear him

“Well it’s not your life H” I snap

“Don’t I know”

“What’s your problem Harry?” I step in front of him with my hands on my hips

“He’s goin to break y’heart”

“And how do you know that?” I frown

“I can jus’ tell alright” Harry then tries to brush past me

“No you don’t get to do that. Say shit like that then try and walk off”

“Woah what’s gotten into you two” Zayn says looking confused

“Liam”

“What did I do?” Liam asks just as confused

“Not you. Hemsworth. Come on we’re gonna be late” Harry walks off leaving me with the others

“He just wants what’s best for you” Zayn tries

“Harrys right we’re going to be late” I sigh.

#6th one direction member #one direction x reader #sixth one direction member #one direction #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles imagine #harry styles x oc #harry styles fanfic rec #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x reader #harry styles

[hotdilfs11]

Mafia Boss- Thomas Shelby x Reader pt 3

✩summary: The Shelby knew this girl when she was very little. However, when her mother passed away (at 16) everything changed and everyone drifted away from each other. Now after seven years Veronica is a mafia boss in her fathers business. Her father sent her to Birmingham on business, will this play off well?

✩pairings:girl named Veronica(POC) x Thomas Shelby

✩warnings: none

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I got out of the hot, steamy bathroom, leaving a trail of wet footprints going to my room. I sit at my makeup table, wrapped in my fluffy white robe. I started to moisturize and prep my face, then started to put some makeup on. I do my signature look that I always do for parties. I did a dark smoky eye with a wing, and then I lined my lips with black as I started to put on dark red lipstick. I blended my lips together so my lips could look like a dark Gothic red. I start with my hair, doing something very simple to it.

I looked behind one of the doors in my room to see two dresses on the hook. One said Ambrose and the other said dad in cursive, and of course I picked Ambrose’s dress because he knows how I dress and how I like my clothes to be fitted. I placed the black zip-up bag on my king-sized bed, and as I laid it down, I started to zip the black bag down, revealing a long, elegant, off-the-shoulder silky black dress that also matched two pairs of black gloves that came up my arms. As I put on the dress, I felt the nice silky material sliding up my curves. As it was fully on my body, I zip up the dress, and the fabric started to hug every curve on my body, making me feel prestigious and elegant. I slip on the black silky gloves to go with it and then put on my simple black heels. I get a black clutch, and then I walk out the door as my two bodyguards follow me out of the room.

It took at least 50 minuted to get to Tommys house. As we start to pull up to his driveway, I look out the window to see his gorgeous house. He had expensive cars parked along his concrete driveway as for his house its a brick house with huge windows and a black design going along the roofing of the house. His house was lit up as we entered it, parking right in front of the long, sleek oval door.

My heart started racing. I felt like I couldn’t breath for a minute. I was so nervous to see them after seven years. The door swung open to reveal the entrance to the house. I was unsure about going into this house; I didn’t feel strong enough, but I had to be; that's part of the job. "Are you okay, madam?” Dante said to me in concern, reaching out his hand.

I took a deep breath and said, “Yes, I’m fine, Dante." I took his hand as he guided me out of the car. I see people standing outside giving me stares as two six-foot-tall body guards stand behind me, following my every move. I enter the Peaky Blinders house, greeted by a maid. ”Hello, miss, everyone is in the ballroom; I’ll take you there," she says tiredly. I nodded my head and started following her to the ballroom.

As I entered the room, my eyes lit up. It was so beautiful in the ballroom, which I'd never seen before. There's a bar, a stage, and a place where people are sitting and dancing. It amazed me for some odd reason.

I start to scan the room looking for Tommy, and then I finally spot him. He looks smug, with jet-black hair and a black suit; he has a medium build and steel blue eyes. He was sitting by the bar, drinking whisky and smoking by himself. He looks much older now, with a rough, traumatized look. He doesn’t look as happy anymore, and now I’m kind of regretting saying yes to my father. To think of it, I regret not saying no to my father when he took me away from here. My guilt started to crept in about everything that went down, but I have to be calm.

”Let's go, gentlemen," I say nonchalantly to my bodyguards as I start to walk up to Thomas Shelby. As I sit at the bar, my bodyguards hold back a little bit, trying to blend in with the crowd a little bit. The waiter comes up to me and asks what I want to drink.

”Bourbon, please,” I mouthed.

As the waiter gave me my drink, Tommy gave me a quick glance and continued to drink his drink, not even halfway recognizing me.

I look at Tommy with a grin on my face and say, "Thomas fucking Shelby, you got old mate."

He looked at me in confusion as I looked away from him swiftly. I took a little sip of it as the cold, hard liquid slid down my throat, feeling a burning sensation.

Tommy says as he squints his eyes, Excuse me?"

I looked at him and smiled, saying, "Hello to you too, Tommy."

"Bloody hell, Ronnie?" He says as he blinks rapidly, "You’ve changed a lot."

"You did too, Tommy. How are you?"

"I’m fine. When did you get here?” He has a deep, husky English accent.

Um, just yesterday, I said to him as I looked deep into his eyes, unable to get out of this trance.

He smiled, wow... Uh, why are you here?"

I chuckled and looked away from him, taking another sip of my drink. "Uh, I... not under good circumstances."

"What are the circumstances, love? He looked at her with concern. I couldn’t look at him at all, and I couldn't put my words together to begin to tell him the main reason I’m here. I still feel guilty and slightly selfish about this whole situation. Without warning, Tommy gently lifts up my chin with the tip of his index finger and middle finger, making me look at him. “Ronnie, what is it?"

"If I knew it was you, I wouldn't have been here, but my father was being coy and never told me.” I look down at my drink in guilt, snatching Tommy's hand away. ”Veronica, look at me," he demanded. I looked at him in worry, still trying to collect my words.

"What is it?" he says.

I sigh, “Ok, look, Tommy, I know you're the leader of Peaky Blinders. I just found out today.” I keep a strong look on my face.

He paused for a moment, rubbing his face. Okay?"

"My father and I want business with you, so you work for me and you get paid. I try to say it confidently.

He looked at me and thought for a minute.

"Can we discuss this somewhere else, Tommy?"

”Uh, yeah, I need to get the others, then we can go in my office," he says bluntly. He gets off the stool and walks away in a quick motion. I see him walk up to the other Shelbys. John, Arthur, and Polly all look over at me, but I look away quickly, feeling guilty about this whole situation.

As I’m drinking the rest of my drink, Tommy comes up to me and says, “Ok, come on, we're going to go in my office and you can go into more detail, yeah?"

Ok," I say with a mean look.

As I got up and started walking with Tommy by my side, I felt a slight pressure form on my back. I look down and realize it's Tommy's hand on my back, and as we got closer to his office, his hand started to move lower and lower down my back. I lost my breath trying not to show Tommy how nervous I am. I missed him graciously and how he was always touchy with me or how protective he was, but when I left, I learned how to protect myself.

"Right this way," he says as I walk into this dark, mysterious office. The lights were kind of dim, and the whole office had a dark brown undertone to it.

"Hey V," someone said in a deep voice. I was confused by that one voice until I realized that only one person in this world calls me V, and that's John Shelby. I reached out my hand to greet John, amazed at how he looked. Then my eyes started to wander around the room to see Polly and Arthur.

”Hey" Poll said with tears in her eyes, reaching her arms, feeling vulnerable, at the moment I ran into her arms, missing the feeling that Polly was like another mother to me, I turned to Arthur and smiled as he collided into me.

I stand back, looking at Tommy, putting a mean look on my face, knowing I’m only here to talk business. I try not to show vulnerability; instead, I insert dominance as I start to walk over to Thomas desk. “Ok, so let's talk business,” I demanded.

Thomas followed me and sat at his desk, looking up at me. "So what’s this offer?"

I turn to him and say, “You'll be working for me, doing tasks, doing certain jobs for me. When I tell you to do something, you do it; that's how you get paid.” I said as I crossed my arms.

"So we're basically like a fucking lap dog," John says with an aggressive tone. I look at John and say, “Honestly, you are; however, you're going to be making money out of it. Now that I've looked at your history with everyone you worked with, I can tell you didn’t make shit.”

Thomas concern raises, "How do you know that?"

”It's not your business to know; your business is to work under me and get paid. Now if you do a job for me, you’ll get paid two days after. “I say, Make eye contact with everyone in the room.

"How much?" Polly looked at me.

"One hundred and ninety thousand dollars, and if the job is serious, then a quarter of a million dollars."

"Fucking hell," Arthur said with his rustic accent.

”However, I’m giving you this warning now if you want to work with me." I put my hands on the desk, leaning towards everyone in the room.

"You fuck me over, I come for you, you understand? “I said this with a cold look on my face, looking down at everyone, especially Tommy. "I want loyalty and fucking commitment. yeah?" I’m still looking dead into Tommy's eyes as he starts to nod at what I just said to him.

I start to look at Tommy's desk, finding a notepad and a pen scribbling down something. "Now meet me at 4 p.m. at The Garrison, yeah? the one you guys own?” I said this as I gave the notepad to Tommy. He looked at me with a gleaming expression, surprised by my dominance. He doesn't remember me like this; none of them do.

"How do you know that?" Tommy said as he suspected something of me.

"Because I do," I say in a quick response.

”Guys, will you excuse us? I want to talk to Miss Hawthorne alone, please," he says, demanding everyone out of the room.

I took Polly's seat and crossed my legs, looking into Thomas eyes. "Why are you acting like this? I don-.”

I cut him off mid-sentence. "Because I have too, you should understand this, Tommy." I sigh. “Look, Tommy, this is my job; I cannot give you guys special treatment.” I stand up, walking over to Tommy's desk.

"Now, you make your decision now or tomorrow." He stands up, looks me dead in the eyes, and says, "Tomorrow will do, Ronnie."

I nodded to him while walking away. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked towards the door. I twist the nob and open the door to see two of my bodyguards guarding Tommy's office. ”Let's go, gentlemen," I say to my bodyguards as I walk away from his office.

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[inthepeakymidwinter]

A Summer in Birmingham (Thomas Shelby x Y/N)

Description: Ada and Y/N are neighborhood best friends that sneak out of the house together. When Y/N finds out Ada is harboring a huge secret and runs away, it's up to Y/N and her new crush (Ada's older brother) to find out where Ada is hiding after attending a very shelby themed party. TW: smoking, drinking, unexpected pregnancy, excessive staring (like 100x more than normal), eating meats and cheeses tags: @theshelbyclan

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I spent the warm summer nights in the small neighborhood of Small Heath. The industrial smoke filled the dimly lit sky as I nearly tore my hands apart trying to find an opening to my bedroom window.  I normally snuck out of my parents’ house with my best friend Ada by my side. She’d always be right outside of my house, lending a hand to get me down from my room safely. This night was off though. Ada looked more anxious than normal and by the time I had gotten everything ready for the big drop I decided to shrug it off. Just like the thousands of times I jumped out of the window; I followed the same steps:

-Nearly break fingertips to move the latch of bedroom window and push the screen up.

-Throw scraggly blue bedsheet outside of window. -Contemplate how I fit my body out of the tiny window the first time then back out slowly and shut my eyes as I slide down the bedsheets. -Write a mental note on how good of a firefighter I would be. -Try not to die because the bedsheets are ripping.

-Look down at Ada as she’s busy looking yearningly off into the distance. -Fall on my ass and hit the ground…HARD. As I screamed at Ada to help me up, we both heard the front door to my house creak open. Ada lifted me up quickly and we ran around the back towards one of the many pitch-black alleyways in Birmingham. Before we got deeper into the alleyway we heard my father shout, “NO MARGERY IT WAS JUST A RACOON” and both of us starting giggling like schoolgirls. Ada chucked but her smile turned sour quickly after.

I nudged her coat and asked, “What’s gotten into you my dear Ada?” She sighed deeply, “Freddy is running off again”. I nodded and looked back at her sweet pale face. A tear fell down her cheek softly and I used my hand to wipe it. I was the only one who knew of Freddy’s relationship with Ada. They had secretly found eyes for each other when her brothers were meeting with him over some business deal. With what business? Don’t ask me.

I smiled at Ada gently and said, “We’re going to get through this together, okay?”. She responded with a sad but accepting grin.  I loved to explore the nights of Birmingham with her even though most of the city was dangerous. Ada and I were still sneaking into bars or private parties no matter how much security there was. She informed me of a party happening at the old opera theater 10 blocks away. She told me her brothers were throwing the party to open their new business. I had only met one of her brothers in passing and we got off to a weird start. I went to pick Ada up after meeting with my mom for lunch. I knocked on her front door and her brother and I stared at each other for what seemed like an hour before Ada finally pulled him away from the door. His hair was dark, and his eyes were light blue like a beautiful transparent ocean or something.  The color of his eyes didn’t even matter. What mattered was how much tension I felt inside of my body whenever I did so much as think about his stupid face. He disgusted me and yet in the same breath I just wanted to jump his bones. Ada always got grumpy after seeing her brothers for too long so I know I would have to stay on top of her tonight. Best friends don’t let each other stay mad for too long.  

With a plan in mind, both of us snuck two blocks away to our favorite hideout. A shed in the back of Ada’s Aunts house. Tonight, we put on our finest dresses, cake on our makeup, and hit the town. ------- A tall and muscular bouncer held out his hand for money as he saw us coming up the stairs into the venue. “Sorry little misses, ya need ta pay ta get inside” His voice rang out. Ada’s face got tomato red and she huffed, “You idiot! Don’t you know I am ADA SHELBY?”. She stepped on the bouncer’s foot in frustration then tugged on my arm to signal that we needed to get inside quickly before he chases after us. We walked quickly into the room and took champagne flutes from a waiter. I noticed shiny chandeliers above my head and cascaded my way towards the dance floor that had fancy newly laid marble. There were artsy statues every five feet and paintings adorned every wall. Waiters and waitresses were walking around with cheese and meats of all varieties that felt wrong to inhale in one sitting but tasted oh so right after Ada and I cleared the entire plate. As we walked onward and sipped on our glasses I noticed something was wrong with Ada. Her glass was filled with a clear liquid instead of champagne…and she was looking around the room with tears welled up in her eyes like she could cry at any second. I tried to think of what I could ask her that wouldn't be so intrusive but she raced off before I could say anything to her. I tried to search the large ballroom to find her, but it was no use. There was no sign of her anywhere. Instead as I walked around the room one last time I noticed that there was sign…of him.

Mr. Shelby stared harshly into my eyes, and I tried to catch my breath. I was losing my hold of reality and trying to breathe through the pain of my tight dress.

“Where is she?” He stared like he was seeing right through me. “Who? Where is who?” I looked around the room as if I were pretending to help him look for someone. “Stop playing games Miss L/N…. Where is Ada?” His deep voice struck me like a punch in the gut. If I didn’t know any better, it’s like he was talking with an even lower voice just to send shocks to my system. “I swear…Mr. Shelby I don’t k-know…I lost her too” I sighed and put my head in my hands. He rubbed my shoulder and tried to comfort me.

“I’ll take care of it” He spoke whilst walking away from me. I watched him walk away with a proud stride in his walk. Like he was on a mission and couldn’t bother to get distracted with anything else in life. I can’t lie and say it wasn’t attractive but that wasn’t the point. Tonight it was up to me to find Ada on my own. If her brother was to find her first, I’m sure I’d never be trusted to go out with her again…and I’m not letting that happen.

I tried to put myself in Ada’s shoes. I left the party and thought to myself about the many places Ada loves to go. Then I had to narrow it down to the few places she might go when she’s sad. I checked her favorite bar first, then the back alley near her Aunt’s house, and last was along the private boat docks in a small port of Birmingham. I walked under the bridge and found her sobbing in Freddy Thorne’s arms. I sighed and decided to turn back. My best friend fell in love, and there’s nothing I can do to take the pain of her love leaving. As I walked back up the street a figure stood in my way. It was Ada’s brother. “I thought you said you’d take care of it?” I raised my eyebrow at him.

“Yeah well, my men were on it…They followed you” He smirked. I whined in frustration and tried to not lose myself in his eyes, but when I saw his face harden, I knew I had to snap out of it. “Well..Ada...She’s pregnant…and er..Freddy is leaving on Thursday” He lit up a cigarette as he spoke of the harsh news. “Oh…” I let my eyes fall to the floor. "OH" I shouted. It alerted him and most likely everyone within a 3 mile radius. It finally hit me that if she was in fact pregnant there would be no more parties, and no more Ada. She won’t have time to dance with me or sneak me out of the house. We won’t be able to have the same fun that we used to. “If it makes you feel any better…I can always help sneak you out on the weekends” Ada’s brother suggested. “I don’t even know your first name” I stated bluntly. “…So Ada really doesn’t speak of our family huh?”  He questioned me and I shook my head. “She tells me she never gets along with the lot of you...and besides she didn't even tell me she was pregnant” I sighed as he exhaled a cloud of tobacco smoke and stopped walking.

“My name is Thomas Shelby…and despite of what she tells you…Ada’s told me lots of good things about you miss..Y/N L/N” He tossed his cigarette to the floor, grabbed my right hand gently, and kissed the back of it. He was sure to hold himself there and stare up at me before walking again. "You're a good friend...I know that and she does too...She's just a Shelby is all" He mumbled out and put all my negative inner thoughts at bay. ….This summer in Birmingham will be interesting to say the least.

#thomas shelby x y/n #tommy shelby x y/n #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders x y/n #tommy shelby x you #peaky blinders x reader #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby fanfic

[emotionalcadaver]

Part 11: Don't Look Back

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC

Summary: Lucy tries to convince her family to move to someplace safer, but her brother was never one to make things easy for her.

Word Count: 4,605

Notes: I apologize for how long it’s taken me to update Lucy’s series, but I’m back! Warnings for depictions of minor character deaths, religious fanaticism, murder, blood, violence, and references to past sexual assault.

Masterlists: Main • Series • Fic

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Chapter 1: We All Fall Down

Lucy did not like London.

The city itself was fine. But the memories that the place drudged up left her on edge, nerves shot. And the closer she got to that…place, that narrow little alleyway, the closer she tattered towards an emotional meltdown.

Her mother’s home, the home she’d spent a large share of her teenage and early adult years in, was not all that far from that place.

It was with a heave of will that she pushed down the jitteriness building within her, and braved to walk those familiar roads, winding her way to the family home she’d lived in since they’d moved from Birmingham to London while in her teens. The gray stone looked perhaps the tiniest bit more beaten up than before, but everything else seemed to be utterly unchanging; right down to the street lights and moss growing over the sides of the house.

There weren’t a lot of great memories waiting for her inside.

Stealing her nerves and drawing in a deep breath, she rapped her fist twice against the wooden door. There was the sound of footsteps on the other side, then the clicks of locks being undone, and finally the door swept open.

“Lucy,” Teddy grinned at her, his head of red locks overgrown and messy. He pulled her into a great hug that squeezed her ribs.

“Hey, Teddy,” she smiled, stretching on her toes to ruffle her little brother’s hair.

“Come on in,” he stepped aside to let her inside. The interior of the house smelled like freshly baked biscuits. Very little had changed, since she’d last been there. The decor was all the same, with books and photographs crammed into every tiny space, the red and green rug faded, even the couch and armchairs in the living room were in the exact same placements as the last time she’d visited.

“How’ve you been?” she asked, shedding her coat and hat to hang on a hook.

“Not bad. You?”

“Busy,” she said. Teddy offered her another grin.

“I bet. I’ve got some more stuff for you and Thomas. Remind me before you leave and I’ll get it for you.”

“Great, thanks.”

“No problem.”

“Tommy says thanks too.” 

“Glad to hear that the boss is happy,” he shot her a conspiratorial look. “Mum’s in the kitchen.”

“Hey,” her voice dropped in volume, catching his arm before he could turn to lead her to the kitchen in the back of the house. “Have you made any progress in getting them to move?”

Teddy’s smile fell. “Mum’s open to it, but…”

“Lucy.”

Her heart sank, turning to the stairs, where Elliot was standing with his hands in his pockets, lips pressed in a firm line.

“Hi, Elliot.”

“What are you doing here?”

She shrugged. “We’re in the city on business. Thought I’d come by to say hi.”

“We?” he asked. Lucy swallowed roughly.

“Me and my boss.”

“Hm.”

“Luce, come one. Come say hi to Mum,” Teddy said, tugging on her arm, steering her towards the kitchen and away from Elliot.

The kitchen was warm, pots and pans soaking in water in the sink, a kettle on the stove.

“Hi, Mum.”

Her mother was a short, slender woman, with long, curly dark red hair and green eyes that matched those of all her children. Her hair fell nearly to her waist, flowing loosely. Her eyes were lined with dark makeup, an obscene amount of rings and bracelets adorning her slim hands. 

“Lucy!” she flung her arms around her only daughter in a bone crushing hug, shockingly strong for a woman so small. “Oh, my baby girl. It’s so good to see you. What are you doing in London?”

“Just a quick business thing.”

“You should have said! You and your friends are always welcome to stay here!”

Behind her, she heard Elliot scoff, brushing past her to remove the whistling kettle from the stove.

“Have you been alright?” Lucy asked, shifting from foot to foot, choosing to ignore her brother.

“Oh, yes, yes of course.”

Nodding, Lucy leaned awkwardly against the wall, then wetted her lips. “Listen, Mum, there’s something that I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Oh, here we fucking go,” Elliot growled out. 

“Elliot, please,” her mother scolded, then turned attentively back to Lucy. “What is it?”

Her foot tapped anxiously against the floor. “There have been some things happening with the company lately, and I think that it would be better…safer for everyone, if maybe you and Teddy and Elliot all came up to Birmingham for a while.”

Her mother’s brows pinched. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah,” Lucy said quickly. “Yes, of course, there’s just…there’s some things that are going to start happening here, and Tommy and I both think that it would be for the best if you got out of the city for a while.”

Her mother wasn’t stupid, nor were her brothers. But she’d never had the heart to fully tell them the truth of what she had been up to all these years in Birmingham. Teddy knew more than the other two, but not everything. Surely, her mother had to have heard the rumors, maybe even seen things in the paper, and she clearly knew that the kind of work Lucy had been doing for Tommy was morally dubious at best. But they’d never talked about it openly.

“You want us to come to Birmingham?” her mother asked, slowly. Lucy nodded.

“Just for a little while.”

“Oh, well, I suppose that would be alright–”

Elliot took a sip of the tea he’d been brewing while she got through her proposal.

“I’m not going to Birmingham,” he said. Lucy’s head snapped around to him.

“It doesn’t have to be Birmingham. You could go on holiday, all three of you. Go to…to America. You’ve always wanted to see the Statue of Liberty, right Mum? I’ll pay for it–”

“No,” Elliot set down his teacup and saucer. “I mean, that I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here.”

She felt her temper begin to crackle under her skin. “Elliot, it’s not safe–”

“Why not?”

Her jaw set furiously. “I can’t tell you that.”

“Then I’m not leaving.”

“For fucks sake, Elliot, could you just once do what I goddamn ask you to–”

“Don’t speak to your brother like that, Lucy,” her mother said.

“I’m not going,” Elliot finished off his tea, heading to the backdoor. “And that’s final.”

Lucy watched him go helplessly, hands hanging at her sides. “Okay, well, we can at least get you and Teddy set up at…” she trailed off at the look on her mother’s face. “Mum?”

“Lucy, I can’t leave without Elliot.”

“Mum, please–”

“I’m sorry.”

She glanced over her shoulder at Teddy, who gave her a sad, helpless shrug. A furious, frustrated growl rumbled in her throat.

“Stay here,” the back door slammed shut behind her after she pushed it open and stepped through it, storming towards where Elliot was bending over a little garden they had on the backside of the house. “What the fuck is your problem?”

“I’m not leaving my home without good reason.”

“Oh and is you might get fucking killed not a good enough reason for you?”

“Who might kill us?” he asked. “Why would they kill us?” his eyes narrowed. “Do you even have any answers? Or are you just following the orders of your boss up in Birmingham?”

“I can’t tell you without compromising–”

“You know, I’ve been reading about all of the shit he’s done, the past few years. The shit that you’ve done,” he was suddenly right up in her face. “The Devil. That’s what they call him up there, right? That’s what they’re starting to call him down around here now, too. You might’ve sold your soul to him, but I’m not about to let the rest of us be dragged down with you.”

“You don't know what you’re talking about.”

Elliot leaned back, eyes gleaming cruelly. “I know what you did. What you still do. If there is anyone who this family needs protecting from, it’s you, Lucy,” he licked his lips. “You’re a monster, a demon wearing human skin–”

“Can you please stop it with the melodramatics?”

“Oh? So you're not the one that they call the Red Demon up in Birmingham?” 

She went silent, looking at him in quiet calculation. Elliot scoffed.

“None of this would have happened if you’d just stayed and done what you were told.”

“Excuse me?”

“You should have stayed here and married Matthew.”

Bile rose up in her throat at the very thought. “You would say that, knowing what he did to me?”

“It would have been better than you giving yourself away to the fucking Devil,” the next look Elliot shot her way was one of pure disgust. “I know that you’re fucking him,” at her shocked look, he laughed, humorlessly. “Please. The innocent act only works on Teddy and Mum. Not on me.” 

Crossing her arms around herself, Lucy stared at him with silent dread. He sounded so much like their father, it was as if he was standing right in front of her. The very thought had a chill running up her spine. “I’ll have Tommy place protection outside the house. If you won’t leave.”

“No. We don’t need him.”

“Elliot, I’m trying to keep you all safe you daft fucking idiot!”

“If I even think that I see Peaky Blinders outside this house, I’ll chase them off with Teddy’s revolver myself,” he looked at her hatefully. “You know I’ll do it.”

“You’re going to get you all killed.”

“No, I think that would be more your fault than mine,” he turned back to the garden.

A stab of hatred flooded over her, lips pulled back from her teeth in a snarl. “Fuck you,” she hissed at him, fighting back the desire to strangle him, spinning on her heel, she began to walk towards the back door of the house.

“Dad was right, you know,” Elliot’s voice called to her from across the yard. “You really are nothing but a fucking slut.”

Her steps staggered, the breath punched from her chest for a moment at the words, throat constricting. It took a controlled, deep intake of breath to stave off the tears suddenly building behind her eyes.

She didn’t allow them to fall until she bid Teddy and her mother goodbye, walking down the gray streets all alone. 

∗ ∗ ∗ 

Tommy was in the washroom when he heard Lucy come in, key unlocking the hotel room before the door opened, then closed behind her. Drawing the razor across his jaw in careful, calculated movements, he finished shaving his face, wiping the remnants of shaving cream off, splashing some water on his face, wiping over his chest, then drying off and pulling his shirt back on.

When he stepped out into the hotel room, Lucy had folded herself onto the windowsill, legs hugged to her chest, fingers pressed to her mouth as she stared out the window at the rapidly darkening city. Night would be upon them soon.

“Luce?”

She coughed. “Teddy collected some more information for us. Thought you might want to have a look,” she held out a bundle of papers that had been cradled in her lap to him. Tommy took the packet, glancing at her curiously as he set it down on his bed.

“Alright.”

She still wasn’t looking at him, instead keeping her head turned to the window. Settling his hands in his pockets, he tilted his head.

“How did the conversation go with your Mum?” he asked, even though by her grim mood, he could already have made a pretty good guess.

“They’re not moving,” she said. Tommy nodded.

“I’ll have men posted outside the house.”

“No. If you do, Elliot will just try to chase them off and probably get somebody shot,” she rubbed her palms together, looking down. Tommy felt his brows furrow, moving closer until he was right beside her.

“Are you okay?” there was something in her voice that he didn’t like.

“Fine.”

He cupped her chin with one hand, tilting her head back until she looked at him. Her eyes were red, clearly she’d been crying.

“Lucy…”

“Really, I’m okay.”

“We’ll figure out how to keep them safe.”

Her face twisted and Tommy cocked his head.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she scrubbed at her face. “Elliot’s just a dick.”

A flare of protectiveness built within his chest. Tommy had never even met Elliot, and yet he still held a not insignificant dislike for the man. It didn’t help that he always seemed to leave Lucy jittery with nerves and sadness, though her crying at something Elliot had said was new.

“What did he say to you?”

Lucy just shook her head stubbornly, jaw tensed in that way that he knew meant he’d have to practically pry her jaws open to get an answer. Sighing, deciding that it wouldn’t be a good time to push her, he just drew her into the circle of his arms, her head thumping against his chest while he rubbed her back.

“It’ll be okay.”

She nodded silently.

“We need to get going soon.”

“Right,” she stood from the windowsill, going to the washroom, blotting at her eyes and redoing her makeup, fluffing her curls. Tommy leaned against the doorframe, watching her with his arms crossed over his chest. Once she was done, she sat down on the end of one of the beds while he pulled his waistcoat and holster back on, the toe of her shoe rubbing against the carpet.

“Do you think that I’m a slut?”

He almost dropped his revolver as he tucked it back into the holster. “What?”

Lucy was looking at him with big eyes, face uncharacteristically vulnerable as she shrugged. Stalking across the room, he came to a stop in front of her, cupping her face in his hands.

“Of course not.”

Her breaths rattled, nodding once, eyes closing as she leaned into his touch. Tommy bent to kiss her lips, rubbing a dark red curl between his fingers.

“Besides, who said that there’s anything wrong with that?”

That got a tiny laugh from her, eyes darting down, to his relief a bit of life returning to her cheeks. Taking both her hands in his, he pulled her to her feet, enjoying the way that she bumped against his chest.

“Come on, let’s go cause some trouble.”   

∗ ∗ ∗ 

“Lucy, there’s a phone call for you.”

She glanced up from her papers, frowning. “For me? Or for Tommy?”

“For you,” Polly whisked around her. “It’s your brother.”

“Oh.”

“Phone in the back.”

“Thanks,” she put down her pen and stood, squeezing around the other men in the betting shop to get to the phone in the backroom. Picking it up, she held it to her ear. “What’s going on, Teddy?”

“It’s Elliot.”

She started. Never before had Elliot called her. Never. It was always only Teddy or her mother.

“Where’s Teddy?”

She listened as the voice spoke on the other end, a numbness seizing her bones, leaving her cold. She might have mumbled out something that could have been considered some form of instructions, or she might have just hung up the phone without an answer; she wasn’t sure, staggering back to the kitchen and slumping down into a chair.

“Oh, good lord,” Polly looked up from the kettle of tea she was making. “What’s wrong with you?”

The floorboards creaked, Tommy stepping in from the front sitting room and into the kitchen, swiping a cigarette across his lips.

“My brother just died,” Lucy said numbly, and Polly froze.

“What?” Tommy said, moving to squat down in front of her. Lucy fumbled to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear.

“Yeah, he, um, Elliot just called me. I guess he was following someone, and the man noticed, confronted him about it…things got out of hand, someone pulled a gun…”

Tommy’s hand moved to rest on her knee, pressing circles in through the material of her slacks. “I’m so, so sorry, love.”

Polly went to close the double doors to the main part of the shop. Tommy rose to remove the kettle as it started to shriek.

“Which one is Teddy?” Polly asked Tommy in a hushed whisper as she moved to help him with the tea. “Is he the one she likes, or the one she doesn’t get along with?”

“The one she likes,” Tommy said, plucking the teacup from Polly and bringing it over to sit in front of Lucy. She stared down at her hands, the tiniest of tremors having found its way into her fingertips.

“I have to go back to London,” she said. Tommy nodded.

“Of course.”

“I should–I should see about moving Mum and Elliot closer…”

“One thing at a time, love. I’ll come with you.”

“Tommy, we need you here–” Polly began to bristle.

“You can manage a few days without me. Besides, we need to look into this man Teddy had a conflict with,” he took Lucy’s hands pulling her from her seat. “Come, let’s get you some fresh air.”

“Tommy–!”

“Not right now, Polly,” he said sternly, guiding Lucy with a firm arm around her to the door.

They stepped out onto the gray street, Tommy ushering her away from the betting shop, around a corner, and then into a secluded alley. And there, without the pressures of needing to appear stoic and strong in front of Polly or the public, she let her head fall forward onto Tommy’s chest, and began to weep.

∗ ∗ ∗ 

“I need to go see my Mum,” Lucy said, looking out over the expanse of the river from where they were standing on the road. Tommy cocked his head, hand reaching out to brush against hers.

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“No, I think it better if I go alone,” she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, wrapping her arms around herself and offering him a weak smile.

“I’ll go see what I can find about the man who killed him.”

“Divide and conquer, then? Meet back at the hotel around noon?”

“Alright,” he stooped to press a quick kiss to her lips. “Be careful.”

“You too.”

She started to walk down the road. When she looked over her shoulder, it was to find him still staring after her, hands shoved into his pockets and frowning. But upon her giving him a little smile and wave, his lips tilted upwards. She could feel his eyes on her until she rounded the corner. As she moved further and further away from Tommy, her smile fell, head hanging as she sniffed.

The house seemed to loom over her more than normal; its shadow dark and cold as it cast over her. Lucy gulped as she pulled the spare key Teddy had given her from her pocket, and opened the door. The hinges screamed.

“Mum?” she called out as she closed the door behind her. “Elliot?” Baskets full of flowers and baked bread were stacked neatly in the living room, the odor from the flowers sickly sweet and pungent. There was the sound of footsteps clattering down the stairs, and then a figure was flying at her, arms outstretched towards her throat.

“You! This is your fault! This is all your fault! You disgusting whore!” Elliot was screaming as he threw himself at her. Lucy’s back collided with the door, hands barely managing to catch at his wrists before they would have wrapped around her throat.

“Elliot!”

“He’s dead, he’s dead because of you!”

She lifted her knee to crash into his stomach, and he doubled over coughing, then choked as her next punch struck him directly in the throat, leaving him to collapse to the floor. Stepping over him, she rested a foot on his chest, pushing him down roughly into the hardwood. 

“Don’t ever come at me like that again.” 

Elliot looked up at her with hateful eyes, but made no other move to attack her. With a deep breath, she removed her foot to allow him to sit up.

“Where’s Mum?”

Elliot didn’t say anything, instead just rubbing his throat. Rolling her eyes, Lucy stepped past him and headed into the kitchen.

Her mother was seated in her rocking chair in the corner of the little breakfast nook, staring out the window. Her red hair was tangled, clothes wrinkled and rumpled. The rocking chair creaked back and forth, back and forth.

“Mum,” Lucy said, quietly, taking a cautious step forward. When she didn’t respond, Lucy knelt down in front of her, grasping her hands. “Mum?”

“Oh, Lucy,” her mother said, as if waking from a daze. “Lucy, you’re here.”

“Yeah, I am,” she stroked some of her mother’s hair away from her face. “Are you okay?”

Her mother’s bottom lip started to tremble. “They don’t know–the police don’t know–”

“I know. It’ll be okay,” she said, raising to hug her mother.

“Oh, I’m so glad you’ve come home.”

They parted. “Have you eaten?”

“O-oh, no.”

“How about some of the bread and jam your neighbors have sent you?”

“Alright, I suppose so.”

She went back into the living room, snatching a loaf and a container of dark purple jam from one of the baskets. Elliot had pulled himself to his feet, and he followed her back into the kitchen. Lucy scraped a knife over the slices of bread, smearing the jam before passing a slice to her mother.

“Mum,” she crouched down in front of her again. “I know you probably don’t want to hear this right now, but after the funeral, I thought maybe you could come stay with me in Birmingham for a while. You and Elliot. Or maybe you could go out into the countryside. Join up with the caravan with your kin.”

“I said no, Lucy,” Elliot growled. But her mother looked tempted.

“Wait, Elliot, maybe…maybe Lucy’s right.”

“No.”

“But-”

“I am the man of this house. What I say goes. And it certainly isn’t going to be superseded by a disgusting slut.”

“Elliot that is enough! You do not speak to your sister like that!”

“I don’t want her at the funeral,” he growled. “It’s her fault Teddy’s dead! She has no right to go!”

“That is not–”

“No, he’s right,” Lucy said, voice quiet. “I shouldn’t go.”

“Oh, my Lucy, no. Please, come,” her mother reached for her hand, choking on tears. “Teddy would have wanted you to come.”

“That’s sweet of you to think, Mama,” she said as gently as she could. “But I don’t want to cause any problems,” she shot a glance at Elliot. If she went to the funeral, there was almost bound to be a fight between them; be it during or after. That was the last thing that her mother needed right now.

“I’m sure that it has nothing to do with you being unable to step foot inside a church, does it?” Elliot sneered. Lucy rolled her eyes.

“I’m not a fucking vampire, Elliot, I can walk in a church just fine,” thought honestly, she didn’t particularly enjoy it. Churches made her uncomfortable. Reaching out, she combed her fingers through her mother’s hair. “Think about what I said about leaving, okay?”

Her mother nodded wordlessly, and she stooped to kiss her cheek. She caught at Lucy’s hand, holding onto her with a grip like iron. “Lucy, don’t go.”

“I have to, right now, okay? But I’ll be back. I’ll come see you after the funeral,” it took a long moment before her mother loosened her grip on her and nodded. Straightening, Lucy left the kitchen, heading back to the front door.

“We’re not leaving,” Elliot insisted, following her. 

“We’ll see.”

“Where are you going?”

“I have things to do.” 

“Things with the Devil?”

“Things like tracking down Teddy’s killer. I’ll see you later,” she closed the door before he could say anymore.

∗ ∗ ∗ 

“You’re really not going to go to the funeral?” Tommy asked, lighting her cigarette for her as they stood at the edge of the park, the shadows of the tree above them almost completely hiding them from view. Lucy shook her head.

“No, I don’t think so. Elliot doesn’t want me to. It would just cause unnecessary problems,” she took a puff of her cigarette. “I’ll pay my respects later,” there were times where the grief that she had attempted to shove down, at least until these issues with Teddy’s killer and her mother and brother were resolved, started crawling up her throat and she had to swallow it back down, voice choking around it. 

Tommy put a hand on her hip, letting her lean backwards until his chest met her back, arms going around her. Lucy closed her eyes. They were alone in the park, it well past midnight. The whole area was secluded and not often traveled. There would be no risks of interruptions.

A car drove up to stop at the edge of the park, and two of their men stepped out, the silhouettes of their caps clear in the dim light of the streetlamp. Tommy coughed, letting her go as the men went around to the trunk, popping it open and pulling out a figure, bound and gagged, and beginning to drag him along the grass to them. He groaned as they tossed him at their feet.

“Thank you, boys,” Tommy pulled from his coat pocket a wad of bills that he split in half, handing each to the men. They nodded in silent respect, went back to get into their car, and drove off. Lucy squatted down in front of the man, her head tilting. It hadn’t been all too hard to find him. There were plenty of witnesses to the altercation between him and Teddy. After that, it was just asking around, learning which pubs he liked to frequent, then sending some of their boys to pick him up.

“Hello, Mr. Larry Baxter,” Tommy said in that deep purr of his. “Do you know who we are?”

Baxter shivered in his bonds, eyes darting from one to the other, then nodded.

“Good. Do you know why you are here?”

Baxter hesitated only a moment, then nodded.

“Good,” Tommy reached into his coat, pulling his revolver from its holster. “Would you like to do the honors, or shall I?” he asked her.

“I want to do it,” Lucy said, staring down at Baxter in silent, shivering rage. Tommy held out the grip of the gun to her. Taking it with one hand, she plucked from her lips her cigarette, giving it to him. Tommy brought it to his lips casually, watching lazily as she approached Baxter. Raising the gun to aim at one of his eyes, she cocked it.

Her brother had been shot in the face. The funeral would be a closed casket one, considering the extent of the damage.

An eye for an eye.

She pulled the trigger, and blew a bullet directly through his eye, into his skull. Blood and brains splattered onto the green grass.

Green and red. Like the faded rug in her mother’s living room.

Tommy took the gun from her, sliding it back under his coat. His hand touched her hair, massaging the base of her skull.

They weighed Baxter down with stones and tossed him into the river. And as they walked home Lucy let her head rest against Tommy’s shoulder, the scent of blood still lodged deeply in her nose, the taste of the salty tears rolling down her cheeks on her lips.

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Love Language (Darkness Finds You Universe-- Prelude #0)

(Song: "Love Language" by Ariana Grande.

Warnings: Drama, Slight smut on the page.

Pairing: Chris Motionless & Lycia Winters "Pronunciation of her name-- Lai-shuh" (played Ana De Armas)

Synopsis: When Chris invites Lycia to Furnace Festival to see his band, Motionless In White play for the first time-- some drama unfolds between her and Ash Costello, which pushes Lycia into finally telling Chris that she loves him and... the attachment begins.

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A/N: And we're back! I wanted to give you guys a prelude of what took place before the first piece I wrote with these two, which is Love On The Brain. I hope you enjoy it! Co-written with @blackrose-92! x Tiger)

I was so excited to be here today– Chris had brought me to Furnace Fest to see him and Motionless in White play live as well as walk around the festival and take photos of the different bands headlining today for Jeremy and Outburn Magazine. It was my first time ever seeing them live. I watched as Chris was putting on the final touches of his look, which was his black vest with a patch that had a black and white spiral, black jeans and his boots. His arms are covered in black paint, hiding his many tattoos. 

Furnace Fest: Sloss Furnaces National Historic Landmark– Birmingham, AL. September 25th, 2021. 

I wore a sleeveless black wash Metallica “Ride The Lightning” top from Fashion Nova, a pair of black ripped disco skinny jeans from PrettyLittleThing, and a pair of boots. My hair is up in a pair of space buns and I wore light makeup knowing that most festivals are known to be pretty warm as I stood at the side of the stage, watching Chris and the boys as they’re about to walk out on stage. I heard the excitement of the crowd as Ricky, Justin, Ryan and Vinny walked out. 

Chris being the last to go out on stage, he stopped when he saw me standing there with a smile on my face. He walks over to me and places a soft kiss on my lips. 

“Have a good show,” I whisper into his lips. He nods and walks out on stage, the crowd roaring as he takes his place and starts singing their opener– Disguise. As I’m watching their set, I notice a bunch of black and red hair blocking my view from seeing Chris. It was Ashley Costello. 

I was confused as to why Ash was acting this way toward me and then it all made sense, when she looked at Chris– she looked at him like she was absolutely lovestruck. It lit a flame of anger inside of me. I step forward in front of Ashley with my arms crossed and a brow raised at her. 

“What the hell do you want?” My voice came out icy and cold as I glance at Ashley. Ashley clears her throat and shifts on her feet, avoiding my piercing yellow-green hazel eyes. 

“I just want to talk,” Ashley replies, her voice quivering slightly. I wasn’t sure if she was playing some kind of game to get under my skin or was she being serious? “About your relationship with Chris.” 

I was taken aback by her boldness and immediately became defensive of my relationship with Chris. 

“What about it?” I ask, suspiciously.

“I think you both should end it,” Ashley took a step closer to me, her nervous facade fading fast. “He deserves someone far better than you.” 

I stare at Ashley in disbelief, my heart racing in anger. How dare she try and get in between us like this. She has no right to do this and I sure as hell wasn’t going to let this happen. I clench my fists and step forward, determined to make Ashley understand that I wouldn’t be taking part in any games.  

“What makes you think he deserves someone better than me?” I ask, fiercely. “Do you even know him at all? Do you know how much he actually cares for me?” 

Ashley took a step back, intimidated by my ferocity and my refusal to be intimidated. I have three brothers, I know exactly how and when to fight if I need to. 

“I know him far better than you and longer than you,” Ashley says with a smirk. “And I know he deserves someone who will treat him right, someone who won’t take him for granted.” 

I grew more and more angry, I stepped forward with my jaw clenching and I grabbed her around the neck. 

“I don’t know what kind of game you think you’re playing and hell, I don’t care,” I snarl. “But if you ever, ever come near my boyfriend again, I will kick your ass.” 

My words are full of fury and I can see that Ashley knew that I meant every single word. Ashley started shaking in my grasp and she put both of her hands up in surrender. 

“I-I’m sorry, Lycia,” Ashley stammers. “I didn’t mean to cause any trouble.” 

I wasn’t satisfied with her apology, I tighten my grip around her throat as my voice takes on a harshness and is full of warning as I speak. “This is your only warning, Ash. Stay away from Chris or else I won’t be as nice next time.” 

Ashley nods slowly, not daring to look me in the eye in fear that she would be met with the same cold rage that filled the air moments before. I step back and cross my arms as I watch Ashley walk away, and in the corner of my eye– I look up and I see Chris, who had just gotten off stage. 

I can see that his jaw was on the floor from what he had seen happen between me and Ashley as he walked backstage. He didn’t know how to respond. 

I face him and take a deep breath before looking into his brown eyes and speaking. 

“Look,” I confess. “There’s one thing you need to know about me. I’m extremely protective of the people I love– whether it’s family, friends or even my significant other.” 

I see Chris’s face turn from shock to being frozen and I realized why he’s looking at me that way. I just told him that I love him. 

“Are-Are you saying that you love me?” Chris says. 

I nod my head at him and smile at him, my expression full of warmth and admiration. 

“I am,” I murmured in a honeyed tone of voice. “I love you, Christopher Cerulli.” 

Chris steps forward toward me and pulls me into his arms, overwhelmed with emotion and happiness that I finally voiced out my feelings that I had for him. He kisses me deeply, passionately conveying all the love he has for me as we embrace tightly. 

The kiss felt like an eternity between us before Chris finally pulled away from me, feeling both relieved and exhilarated all at once. He looks into my eyes, taking in every single detail of me as I stand before him– from my caramel brown hair, to my yellow-green hazel eyes, to my tattoos like my red inked snake tattoo with flowers on my left outer forearm. His hands move to caress my face. 

“I love you too, Lycia,” His voice breaking slightly due to the overwhelming emotions flooding through him. "I love you so much."

I smile back at him, feeling an immense sense of relief wash over my entire body as I close the gap between us and I kiss him again, tenderly as I wrap my arms around his neck and my fingers sink into his newly dyed blonde hair.

I lightly nip on his bottom lip and I hear a soft growl erupt from within his chest, making me giggle. Chris slowly pulls away from the kiss, a look of contentment on his face, still keeping me close to him. 

“I can’t believe you actually said it,” Chris whispers in awe, referring to how I finally voiced my feelings for him. “Not just saying that you love me but also standing up for our relationship.” 

I smile up at Chris before resting my head on his chest, hearing the strong and steady beat of his heart beneath my ear. 

“You don’t have to worry about anyone getting in the way anymore,” I murmured softly into his vest as he met my lips in another passionate kiss. 

“Aw, look at the lovebirds,” I hear Justin’s voice as I quickly break away from the kiss and I turn around to face both Justin and Ricky.

“Hey, shut up, you two!” I snap as I flip them both off. Chris steps forward and rests a hand on my shoulder before turning his attention to Ricky and Justin. I see him take on a serious expression. 

“You guys should watch your back,” Chris says as he sees a mischievous look in my eyes, causing both Ricky and Justin’s eyes to widen in fear as they realize what he’s implying. 

Ricky and Justin both realize their mistake as they see the look in my eyes. Chris wanted to say something more but he was holding back laughter at the look on their faces. After composing himself, he shot them a warning look before turning back to me. 

“Hey,” Chris whispers softly as he pulls me close and presses a gentle kiss to my forehead. “It’s alright, I’m here.” 

I smile as I nuzzle my face into his tattooed neck, I feel so safe in his embrace and it makes me feel powerful knowing that I can stand up for myself and not have to face the fear of repercussions. 

I see Ricky and Justin sheepishly back away and look down at their feet as I hear muttered apologies to us from them as they scurried away. Chris chuckles as he watches them go, wrapping his arm back around my waist protectively as the other moves to comb loose strands that have escaped from the space buns in my hair in a soothing gesture. 

“I want to hear you say it again,” Chris mumbles softly into my ear as he places light kisses onto my jawline, taking delight in hearing my soft sighs with each brush of his lips on me. 

“I love you.” I whisper. “I love you.” 

Chris grins into my neck as he kisses it softly. “I’m never going to get tired of hearing you say that.” 

After the festival, when Chris and I flew back to his place in Scranton and I made sure it was okay with Jeremy that I could stay longer with Chris and take time off work, which it was, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Chris wanted me and he wanted to be as close to me as possible. 

The moment the door to his house closed behind him, Chris pins me up to the door– kissing me with such a deep passion that it takes my breath away. Our lips move in perfect sync as I wrap my arms around him, my fingers moving through his blonde hair. He savors the feeling and the taste of me as his hands explore my body, our lips breaking away for a moment as his own drag slowly down my neck, making me close my eyes. 

I can feel his heart racing wildly but even I know he wants to take his time with me, which he scoops me up in his arms, making me giggle as he carries me upstairs to his bedroom, laying me on the black pillows below. I open my eyes and I meet his loving chocolate brown orbs staring back at me. My breathing is sharp with excitement. 

I promise it's the little things that you do

That make me wanna give it all to you

You know I do, babe

I bring my lips back to his, kissing him passionately as my fingers reach for the “Violent Gentlemen” shirt that he’d been wearing on the flight back and pull it up over his head. I see more tattoos that cover his body, including what looks like a haunted house that wasn’t finished yet on his chest and stomach. I run my fingers across his tattooed arms and down his chest.

He pulls me closer, his own fingers reaching for my own oversized Misfits tee and taking it off me, leaving me completely bare chested before him because I’d been too lazy to put a bra on underneath. 

He notices that I have more tattoos that he’d hadn’t seen before. I have a pair of deer antlers with some flowers on my right side near my right breast and a fox on my left side close to my left breast. I hear a soft gasp in awe from him of how beautiful I must have looked with my tattoos. 

I blush as his gaze runs over them, feeling a bit self-conscious to be seen this way, despite how much I’m enjoying this at the same time.  

You soothe me

You hold it down with every word you speak, oh, babe

Baby

Been a minute since I had somethin' so sweet

He reaches out and brushes his fingertips over the antlers, the sensation making me shiver as he moves his other hand to the fox on my left side. 

“You’re so perfect,” Chris murmurs as he rests his forehead on mine, bringing tears to my eyes over how sweet he's being. “You really are.” 

He continues his trail down my neck, to my collarbones, the center of my chest where he leans down and takes one of my breasts into his mouth– making me let out a moan as his hand caresses my other breast. 

I feel completely overwhelmed by the sensations as they coursed through my body, my back arching in pleasure as Chris kisses and licks my sensitive skin. He reaches for my jeans that I’d worn on the flight, unbuttons them and pulls them down to reveal my phoenix tattoo on my right hip. He kisses it tenderly before standing up and undressing himself, his eyes burning with desire for me. 

If you're gon' keep speakin' my love language

You can talk your shit all night

You the medication when I'm feelin' anxious

That's the kind of shit I like

I take in the beauty that is Christopher Cerulli, the Chris Motionless, every tattoo that covers his entire upper body. My heart beat in my chest, he wasn’t just beautiful. He’s gorgeous. I understand why so many girls want him, because of how stunning he is. The best part of all, is that he’s all mine. 

I bite my lip as he slowly crawls onto the bed, his eyes meet mine as I can’t help but feel a bit nervous, his brown eyes are so intense I feel like I can’t breathe. He moves closer to me, resting a hand on my face, caressing it as he notices my hands are shaking. 

“Lycia,” Chris murmurs softly. “Honey, you’re shaking. Hey, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” 

I shake my head, taking a breath to calm my nerves. I know what I want, it’s right in front of me, looking into my eyes. I want him. 

“Chris,” I say softly, my voice barely a whisper as I push away all of my doubt that comes up to the surface. “I want this. I want you.” 

Teach me how to love you

I'm unlearnin' what ain't right

I want you to keep speakin' my love language

Baby, talk your shit all night

Chris smiles widely and leans forward, pressing his lips against mine as he kisses me softly. I respond eagerly, heart fluttering at the tender gesture, wrapping my arms around his neck as he deepens the kiss, his hands moving from mine to my neck and then down again before finally settling on either side of my waist. I feel something awaken in me and makes me long for more of him. 

He moves lower on the bed, his mouth kissing along the curve of my neck before moving down to the phoenix tattoo that he admired earlier on my hip. I let out a gasp as Chris kisses the tattoo, his tongue tracing the intricate design and sending shivers of pleasure up my spine. 

I feel myself melt into him as he moves lower, his hands lightly caressing my inner thighs and pushing them apart, his fingers find their way to my most sensitive spot and I feel a wave of pleasure through me at the contact. 

Why would I double back or do the same thing twice?

A question, somethin' that I can't deny

Lеft my baggage at the door, I'll claim you mine

All minе

“Fuck,” I breathe softly as his fingers sink inside me, Chris feeling how turned on I am. He leans into my neck, nibbling softly on my skin as his fingers make circles inside me, the pressure and sensation growing within my entire body and it shakes as he continues to tease and tantalize me.

I gasp as his fingers move within me as my hips move into his hand as he looks up at me, brown eyes gleaming with desire as he watches me moan in pleasure. 

I can’t help but let out a moan at the sensation and I feel myself on the brink of an orgasm. Chris smiles wickedly into my neck, knowing that he’s driving me wild with every stroke of his fingers. His other hand moves up to caress my breasts. 

“Mm,” Chris whispers as he watches me while brushing each of my nipples with his free hand, making me moan louder this time. “I love the way you fall apart when I touch you.” 

You soothe me

You hold it down with every word you speak, oh, honey

Baby

It's been a minute since I had somethin' so sweet, mm, oh

Chris moves his fingers out of me and replaces them with his tongue, exploring every inch of me.

My moans increase in volume and fill the room as I feel myself getting close. His tongue moves in circles around me, alternating between soft and firmer licks, making me squirm in pleasure beneath him and pulling the best sounds out of me. 

My hands reach for his blonde locks, pulling on them slightly as I feel his teeth graze my most sensitive area. I cry out again as he teases me with his tongue, pleasure coursing through my veins and making my body quiver. 

“I-I can’t take this teasing much longer, babe,” I breathe out between moans of pleasure. “I need you so badly.” 

If you're gon' keep speakin' my love language

You can talk your shit all night

You the medication when I'm feelin' anxious

That's the kind of shit I like

Chris pushes himself up onto his knees and looks at me with a smoldering look in his brown gaze, he moves up onto the bed, crawling over my body until he’s positioned above me.

His hands rest on either side of my head, pushing back any strands of my caramel brown hair that have come loose from our embrace, he gives me a soft peck on my lips as he starts to slide inside of me carefully. 

I gasp as he fills me completely, my entire body feels alive with pleasure as he moves inside of me. I wrap my legs around Chris's waist, my black nailed hands gripping onto his back as he looks into my eyes, his gaze is filled with desire and passion.

“God, you feel amazing,” He whispers as he starts to move slowly within me, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through my body, making me arch my back.

I moan loudly in response to the sensations coursing through my veins, each movement harder than the last and pushing us closer to the edge of pleasure. 

Teach me how to love you

I'm unlearnin' what ain't right

I want you to keep speakin' my love language

Baby, talk your shit all night

Chris’s hands move to cup my face, keeping his gaze locked with mine as he continues to thrust, the strokes taking up a bit of speed but also remaining loving and intense, which takes my breath away as my black nails leave scratches up and down his back. 

I feel like I’m about to scream out in pleasure at any moment as Chris took me higher and higher. I could feel my skin becoming hot and flushed as every nerve ending in my body tingled with pleasure, the sensations overwhelming.

My nails dug into his back as I silently begged him to not stop but rather take me further along this blissful road.

Chris responded with each thrust, pushing himself deeper within me until it was too much for me to handle.

I shiver underneath him as an orgasm rocked through my entire body, the waves of pleasure nearly bringing tears in my eyes. He increases his pace even more, his breath becoming ragged as he came closer and closer to his own climax.

Finally, when I thought I couldn't be able to take any more, Chris follows closely behind, releasing himself into me after a soft but guttural growl escapes him as he collapses onto me.

We both lay there, panting for a few moments before Chris rolls off of me and pulls me into his embrace as he wraps his arms around me protectively from behind, holding me close as I relax into him. 

I smile contentedly and snuggle closer to Chris with my back against his chest, feeling completely satisfied from our lovemaking session.

“That was amazing,” He whispers softly while planting small kisses over my shoulders and neck, his warm breath tickling my skin. “You’re so incredible.” 

My smile widens as I turn to face Chris, pressing a gentle kiss against his lips before pulling back and propping myself on my elbow to look at him, tracing the lines of his face with my fingertips.   

Baby, pardon my French, but could you speak in tongues?

Never lost in translation 'cause you know what I want, boy

Treat it just like Givenchy (Givenchy), it's expensive to taste… 

My eyes were drawn to the beauty of his face, his strong jawline, sharp cheekbones and soft lips that has moments ago kissed me in ways that no person has before, the same face that I’d watched before in multiple music videos, in interviews, seen in magazines and posters of him and his band, Motionless In White over the years. 

I trace the path of each muscle until I reach his chocolate brown eyes that are now looking into mine intently. 

In that moment, I feel like there's no one else in the world but just us, and it made my heart flutter in a way I have never experienced before.

Chris smiles warmly at me as he gently takes my hand in his and brings it up to his lips, planting a soft kiss against the back of my hand.

“What are you thinking about?” Chris spoke softly as his fingers gently trail down my arm with my red ink snake tattoo, his gaze still locked with mine. 

I smile and move closer to him, my hands tracing the haunted house tattooed on his chest as I ponder his question for a couple of moments. 

“I’m just thinking about how lucky I am that I’m here with you right now,” I murmured against his skin softly as I trace one of my own fingers across his tattooed jawline.

Chris smiles down at me as his lips brush against mine tenderly before he tucks away a strand of my caramel brown hair behind my ear lovingly. He presses his forehead to mine, letting out a content sigh as we both lay in comfortable silence for a few more moments before I decide to break it. 

“It’s been a while since I’ve felt this way,” I begin, thoughtfully. “I’d never thought I’d find someone like you who could make me feel so safe and loved.” 

Chris looks into my yellow-green hazel eyes, understanding passing through us both like an invisible wave before he wraps his arms around me tightly, holding me close to him in comfort and appreciation. 

If you're gon' keep speakin' my love language

You can talk your shit all night

You the medication when I'm feelin' anxious

I smile against Chris’s chest as I run my fingertips along his arm lightly, tracing his many tattoos and feeling how strong he is beneath my touch. 

“I’m glad I found you too,” He murmurs into my hair as he nuzzles his face into it, taking in the scent of cinnamon and blood oranges. “I haven’t felt this kind of connection to someone in such a long time.” 

I look up at him with a soft smile on my lips before turning and pressing a gentle kiss against his cheek, finding solace in the warmth of his embrace. I rest my head back down on his chest and close my eyes for a moment as we lay there together peacefully, enjoying each other’s presence. 

Chris notices the peacefulness that this moment has brought and I can see that he wants to take it a bit further. 

“I want you to know something, Lycia,” He begins softly, taking my hands in his own and looking into my eyes intently. “You’re always on my mind, no matter what I’m doing, whether I’m touring with my band or even being in the studio or regardless of where I am. You make me feel alive again and I don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

I smile wider as tears gather in the corner of my eyes from hearing such sweet words from Chris, words I never expected to hear from anyone, let alone him. I wrap my arms around him tightly in response before gently pulling away so I can look into his brown eyes one more time. 

“I love you,” I whisper softly before pressing another gentle kiss against his lips, conveying all the emotions that I was feeling once just through that single gesture. 

Chris meets my kiss with one of his own, full of both adoration and passion as he looks into my eyes and notices the sincerity behind them, a warmth swelling in his chest.

He presses his forehead against mine once more, sighing happily as he holds me close to him, not wanting this moment to ever end.

"I love you too," He murmurs against my skin, letting out a content sigh as we stay there together for what seemed like hours but was actually only minutes.

As we break away, I curl into his bare chest, feeling the warmth of his arms around me. I hear the strong beat of his heart under my ear and feel his fingers move through my hair. 

Chris holds me close to him, feeling the warmth of my body as our skin brushes one another’s. His heart’s beating steadily and strongly in his chest and I know he could feel the gentle rise and fall of my breaths as I press closer to him. 

That's the kind of shit I like

Teach me how to love you

I'm unlearnin' what ain't right

I looked up at Chris and our eyes met with a deep understanding. His gaze is so full of love that it feels like his very soul is pouring out through them. The sensation overwhelms me that a single tear runs down my cheek. I finally have found someone who understands me and accepts every part of me. 

Chris leans down and gently kisses the tear on my face before pressing his forehead against mine, a soft smile playing on his lips. He wraps one arm around my waist and pulls me closer while his other hand runs through my caramel brown hair, pushing some of the strands from my face. 

“You are my everything,” He whispers softly before leaning in for a passionate kiss. The kiss is full of warmth and promise as we both surrender to the feelings we are experiencing at the moment.

 I feel like this is where I truly belong; safe, warm and loved in Chris’s embrace. We break away after what seems like an eternity but in reality lasts a few moments before Chris gazes deeply into my hazel eyes again. 

“I won’t let go of you, I promise,” He murmurs quietly before tucking my head into his chest once again, kissing the top of my head tenderly as we lay there peacefully together until sleep finally claims us both for a little while before we woke once more and continued what we started before. 

We continued onward, making love from the darkest of night to the earliest of morning light. I was exhausted, sore but I loved every physical moment that I shared with Chris, even the lightest touch of his warm tattooed skin under my fingertips lit a fire in me and I’m happy. 

As I lay beside him in his bed, curled up in his arms with my skin against his, feeling his chest rising and falling as he’s breathing and his heartbeat. I love how innocent he looks as he sleeps with me in his arms, I run a finger down his jawline, making him stir slightly in his sleep with a small smile on his lips. His chocolate brown eyes open after a moment and he looks at me. 

“Mm, honey. Can't sleep?” He murmurs and his voice makes my heart melt.

I smile softly at him, I shake my head no at him and bite my lip to keep the tears from spilling out from my eyes, overwhelmed with emotion by how much I love him. 

Chris leans in ever so slightly and caresses my forehead with his lips before pulling back to look into my eyes. He brushes a few strands of hair away from my face tenderly, his thumb caressing my skin lightly.

“How can I sleep when I have the sweetest man to ever exist laying by me?” I whisper as I run my fingers through his short blonde hair, letting out a content sigh as he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him, the warmth radiating off of him making it impossible for me to not feel safe and secure in his embrace.

Chris smiles fondly at me, his brown eyes twinkling with love and admiration as he caresses my face gently with one hand before leaning in for a passionate kiss that seems never ending; our tongues intertwining passionately while our hands explore each other’s bodies eagerly. 

When we break away from each other, Chris presses his forehead against mine while he lets out a small laugh.

“I’m so glad you’re mine,” He says before capturing my lips and I happily obliged him, we kissed until we both have to take a breath. 

I let out a light hum as I trace the tattoos that cover his arm, resting my forehead back on his. 

“I’m glad I’m yours too,” I whisper. “You’ve made me the happiest I’ve ever been.” 

Chris smiles at me and pulls me close into his arms.

"Me too," He says softly, nestling his head into the curve of my neck. We lay there for a long while in comfortable silence, only the sound of our breathing filling the room.

"I want to spend every second of my life with you," Chris says as he looks deep into my eyes.

I smile brightly and kiss him tenderly on the lips, feeling a warmth spread through me and a deep sense of contentment as I realize how lucky I am to have found someone like Chris.

I run my fingers through his blonde hair, playing with it absentmindly as I look into his warm brown eyes that holds so much love for me that I feel I could get myself lost in them forever.

I close my eyes and let out a contented sigh before pressing myself closer to Chris, savoring the moment we're sharing.

"I feel so safe when I'm with you," I whisper as I snuggle further into his embrace.

Chris smiles and kisses the top of my head before stroking my hair lovingly.

"Honey, I want you to always feel safe when you're with me," He said softly as he holds me close, letting out a satisfied sigh when I drape one arm around his body and nuzzle against him for comfort.

The two of us stay like that for a while, just enjoying each other.

"I never want this moment to end," I murmured, lifting my head so our eyes met.

Chris grins down at me and brushes away a strand of my caramel brown hair from my face tenderly.

"Me either, baby," He said softly before capturing my lips in a passionate kiss that seemed to go on forever, speaking volumes even without words about the love we have for each other.

When we finally break apart, I let out a content sigh before I snuggle against him again, letting the warmth of his body get me back into sweet dreams full of love and happiness.

I want you to keep speakin' my love language

Baby, talk your shit all night….

Credit to cafekitsune for the divider. 🖤🤌

#darkness finds you universe #chris motionless x lycia winters #chris motionless #motionless in white #chris motionless fanfic #i ship these two so much #Spotify

[orbranson]

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[camellasstory]

Get the Perfect Look for Less: Affordable Hair Care Tips from a Makeup Artist in Birmingham      

Introduction to the importance of hair care

Welcome to the world of fabulous hair without breaking the bank! We all know that our locks deserve some love, but sometimes pricey salon treatments and products can put a dent in our wallets. Luckily, with a few insider tips from a talented Makeup Artist in Birmingham, you can achieve stunning hair on a budget. Get ready to discover affordable hair care secrets that will have your mane looking its best without spending a fortune. Let's dive in!

The role of a Makeup Artist in Birmingham in haircare

As a makeup artist in Birmingham, my role extends beyond just cosmetics. I often find myself offering hair care tips and solutions to my clients. Hair is an essential part of one's overall look, and it complements any makeup beautifully.

I help clients understand the importance of maintaining healthy hair by recommending suitable products and treatments. Whether it's dryness, frizz, or damage, I strive to provide tailored advice that caters to individual needs.

My expertise lies not only in creating stunning makeup looks but also in enhancing the natural beauty of one's hair. By incorporating simple yet effective techniques into their routine, clients can achieve luscious locks that elevate their entire appearance.

Collaborating with hairstylists allows me to offer a holistic approach to beauty transformations. Together, we aim to create cohesive looks that leave clients feeling confident and empowered in their skin.

Budget-friendly tips for healthy hair

Maintaining healthy hair doesn't have to break the bank. Here are some budget-friendly tips to keep your locks looking luscious without draining your wallet.

Opt for multi-purpose products that offer various benefits in one bottle. Look for shampoos and conditioners that cater to your specific hair needs while being cost-effective.

Consider cutting back on the frequency of washing your hair. Overwashing can strip natural oils and lead to dryness. Try extending the time between washes to maintain a balance of oils in your scalp.

Embrace DIY treatments using ingredients from your kitchen like coconut oil, honey, or avocado. These natural remedies can nourish and hydrate your hair without splurging on expensive salon treatments.

Don't underestimate the power of regular trims. Keeping split ends at bay can prevent further damage and help your hair look healthier overall. A trip to the salon for a quick trim every few months can make a significant difference in maintaining healthy hair on a budget.

Affordable products and brands to try

Looking to pamper your locks without breaking the bank? There are plenty of affordable haircare products and brands that can help you achieve salon-worthy results at home.

For budget-friendly shampoos and conditioners, consider checking out drugstore brands like Garnier Fructis or Herbal Essences. These options provide quality ingredients without the hefty price tag.

When it comes to styling products, look for gems like Not Your Mother's or Aussie Haircare. These brands offer a wide range of sprays, gels, and mousses to help you create stunning hairstyles without spending a fortune.

If you need some extra hydration or repair for your hair, explore the world of hair masks from brands like SheaMoisture or OGX. These treatments can revitalize your strands without costing a fortune.

Don't forget about online retailers like Amazon or Ulta Beauty, where you can often find discounts on popular hair care brands. Keeping an eye out for sales and promotions can also help you snag high-quality products at affordable prices.

Styling tricks for different hair types

Are you ready to take your hair styling game to the next level? As a Makeup Artist in Birmingham, I've got some insider tips for styling different hair types that won't break the bank.

For those with fine hair, try using volumizing mousse at the roots before blow-drying upside down for added lift. If you have curly locks, apply a leave-in conditioner and scrunch while air-drying, or use a diffuser on low heat to enhance those natural curls.

If your hair tends to be frizzy, opt for products with argan oil or coconut oil to tame flyaways and add shine. And for those with straight hair looking for more texture, try sea salt spray or dry shampoo for effortless waves.

Remember, less is often more when it comes to styling products – start small and build up as needed. Experiment with different techniques until you find what works best for your unique hair type.

Conclusion

Hair Care is essential for maintaining healthy and beautiful hair. By following the budget-friendly tips from a Makeup Artist in Birmingham, you can achieve the perfect look without breaking the bank. Remember to invest in affordable products and brands, try DIY treatments using household ingredients, and use styling tricks tailored to your specific hair type.

With these expert tips at your disposal, you can rock gorgeous hair every day without spending a fortune. So go ahead, pamper your locks with care and creativity – because fabulous hair doesn't have to come with a hefty price tag!

#Makeup Artist in Birmingham

[themultifandomgal]

From 2010- Start Of The Take Me Home Tour

2013

Part 29

23rd February- London O2

“I got this, everything will be fine” I say to myself in the mirror while my hairstylist/makeup artist Erin is putting my hair half up after spending the last few hours doing my hair and makeup

“Of course you’ve got this. Your going to be fine”

“It’s just the last time I was on tour Alex…”

“I know, but he would want you to carry on doing what you love. He’s here with you, I can feel it” Erin says finishing up “and we are done” just in time as well as there’s a knock on my dressing room door. Charlotte walks in with my clothes rack

“Time to get dressed, 5SOS have just gotten off stage”

“Ok thanks” I give myself one more look in the mirror, take a deep breath and let it out “everything’s going to be fine” I say one more time to myself before taking my pill and washing it down with some water. I take my first outfit from Charlotte and get dressed, meeting up with the boys back stage

“5 minutes” I hear a stage manager yell

“Alright?” Harry asks

“Hmhm” I nod smiling, but I’m honestly so nervous, more than I was during our first tour.

Soon enough I hear the intro to the tour and hundreds of screams. The start of Up All Night begins and we walk on stage. Annoyingly my inears aren’t working so I have to take on out so I can actually hear Harry before the chorus. I notice Louis also doesn’t have his in so while Zayn is singing both Louis and I quickly run off stage to see if the techs can fix the issue.

“Hello!” Harry shouts into his Microphone “we are One Direction and it’s and absolute pleasure to play for you today” as Harry talks Zayn hands me a water bottle “thank you so much f’being here”

“Thanks” I say to Zayn opening up the bottle and taking a sip of water

“We can see everyone!” I hear Harry shout

“Want to say that any louder?” I say to Harry

“Oh shush” Harry sticks his tongue out at me so I stick mine out back

“So mature” Zayn says shaking his head “so the next song we’re going to do, I’m not sure if any of you know it, it’s called One Thing”

“Come on O2. I tried playing cool….” Liam starts while Harry and I are dancing stupidly making Zayn laugh

“Shot me out of the sky. You’re my kryptonie. You keep making me weak, yeah frozen and can’t breathe” 

“Somethings gotta give now, cause I’m dying just make you see that need you here now cause” I point to the audience who shout ‘you’ve got that one thing’

“Let’s here you O2!” Liam shouts.

“Everyone having a good time?” Niall asks “good stuff. Right the next part of the show is the most important part of a One Direction show. Let’s look at Twitter. Ok so we’ve taken in some of your questions and we’re gonna answer them here and now in the O2 Arena”

“Where’s cookie? YN I think this one’s for you” Zayn says. The boys all look at me waiting for an answer

“She’s with my friend Emma while where on tour. When we’re in Birmingham I’ll get to see her” I reply to the question

“Ok this one’s for me. What’s your favourite song to play on the guitar?” Niall reads “I think it’s a remix of what makes you beautiful and I’m sexy and I know it”

“Which Disney movie do you prefer?” Liam reads of

“YN will watch any” Harry laughs

“Hey I have a favourite”

“Don’t we know it Nants ingonyama bagithi baba” Niall sings

“And is Cookie is in the building you know she’s getting lifted up”

“Ok well what about you boys?” I ask

“There’s a few classics aren’t there, but I think I’ll have to go with the Lion King as well” Louis says

“Yes!” I run over to him and give him a high five

“Zayn I know your a man who likes cartoons. Talk to me” Liam says

“Tarzan”

“Good choice. Harry?”

“Is Dumbo Disney?”

“Is dumbo Disney?” I scoff “yes of course it’s Disney”

“You do fancy the little Mermaid though don’t you?” Liam teases

“I think it’s your turn” Harry dodged the question

“Mines more of a Pixar movie. It’s toy story” we finish up the Twitter section and continue on with the concert.

By the end of the night we are all exhausted. I get dressed in a pare of sweats and a jumper. I take out my contacts and place my glasses on. I grab my stuff and head out of my dressing room and knock on the boys’ door which opens in no time

“So that’s where my hoodie went” Harry says letting me in

“Oops” I shrug

“Are they my sweats?” Louis asks

“Maybe” I shrug again. Louis raises his eyebrows at me “ok fine but they’re more comfortable”

“Well now we know what to buy you for your birthday” Niall jokes.

#6th one direction member #one direction x reader #sixth one direction member #one direction #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles x oc #harry styles fanfic rec #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles #harry styles fanfiction

[thesnapshotcafe]

We recently transformed the historic city of Oxford into the picturesque backdrop for a post-wedding honeymoon adventure. This occasion marked a collaboration with a friendly and calm Malaysian couple, creating timeless memories in the heart of Southeast England.

It is not our first visit to Oxford, but this particular couple has made their shoot interesting with a casual vibe. Their honeymoon shoot seamlessly integrated into our European tour during the busy season, like a breeze.

In the early morning, we embraced the hospitality of a countryside-modern-barn-hotel and began serving our bride with hairstyling and makeup services. The bride originally came from Malaysia. She planned the whole shoot with us.

http://www.ukchineseweddingphotography.com

The groom, based in the UK, planned to stay in Birmingham after the wedding. During this period, the bride was preparing all the necessary documents and awaiting the release of the spouse visa from the authorities. Despite the challenges, the groom and bride remained calm and sophisticated.

Though their love story may not seem dramatic or particularly interesting, it is what many aspire to have in life – a steady and enduring love. So far, they have not had a single argument. "You know the love is real when you are with the right person at the right time," the bride told us.

To capture the essence of Oxford, we chose to start our shoot around renowned landmarks such as the Bodleian Library, Oxford University Museum of Natural History, Christ Church, and the Ashmolean Museum in the morning to avoid the crowds.

There were challenges for this shoot, related to authorities on the city campus. While we were allowed to take photos in certain places. Obtaining a permit is not always feasible. In this case, we engaged with security to determine which areas allowed photography, and we successfully completed the shoot!

Despite of the challenges, we provided the best service possible to the couple for their honeymoon shoot.

We extend our heartfelt wishes for a lifetime of love and laughter to our couple. Further details of this enchanting love story can be explored on our official website, Facebook, and Vimeo pages.

We invite you to partake in the love journey and join us for the next adventure!

我們最近將歷史名城牛津變成了婚後蜜月拍攝的背景。 這次與一對友好而安靜的馬來西亞夫婦的合作，為他們在英格蘭東南部的中心地帶創造了永恆的回憶。

這不是我們第一次在牛津拍攝，但這對特別的夫婦的休閒氛圍讓他們的拍攝變得有趣。 他們的蜜月拍攝就像清風一樣宜人，無縫地融入了我們繁忙的歐洲之旅季節。

清晨，我們接受了鄉村現代穀倉酒店的熱情款待，並開始為我們的新娘提供髮型和化妝服務。 新娘來自馬來西亞。 她和我們一起計劃了整個拍攝。 新郎居於英國，並計劃婚禮後留在伯明罕。 在此期間，新娘正在準備所有必要的文件，並等待當局發放配偶簽證。

儘管面臨挑戰，新郎和新娘仍然保持冷靜和成熟。 儘管他們的愛情故事可能看起來並不引人注目或特別有趣，但這正是許多人在生活中渴望擁有的東西——穩定而持久的愛情。 到目前為止，他們還沒有發生過一次爭執。 新娘告訴我們：「當你在對的時間和對的人在一起時，你就知道愛是真實的。」

為了捕捉牛津的精髓，我們選擇在早上從博德利圖書館、牛津大學自然歷史博物館、基督教堂、阿什莫林博物館等著名地標開始拍攝，以避開人群。

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這次拍攝不是沒有挑戰的。城市校園管理人員給我們特別指令停止拍攝。 雖然我們被允許在某些地方拍照，而獲得許可證並不總是可行的。 在這種情況下，我們問管理員確定哪些區域可以拍照，並成功完成了拍攝！

儘管面臨挑戰，我們還是為這對夫婦的蜜月拍攝提供了最好的服務。

我們衷心祝福我們夫妻一生恩愛、笑口常開。 有關這個迷人愛情故事的更多詳細信息，請訪問我們的官方網站、Facebook 和 Vimeo 頁面。

我們邀請您參與愛情之旅，並與我們一起踏上下一次冒險之旅。

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