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padfootdaredmetoo · 7 months

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Part 5. Heart Break of the Century

The family starts to realize that the reader and Noah make a good match. Tommy and the reader begin to realize she has PTSD and start to notice how that impacts her relationships.

Thanks to everyone who wrote in about this series! I really hope that you guys enjoy! <3

Previous parts

Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault/abuse, panic attacks, and anxiety about that experience. Nothing is actually described with detail, PTSD, general peaky chaos

Tommy was acutely aware that his daughter had some emotional problems. She didnt run, she wouldn't fight, she would crumple. Exposing something so broken it made his head swim with anger. He wanted to take the coward’s way out and tell Lizzie to speak to her about it. However, not even he knew the extent of how many awful things had happened to Lizzie, he knew it wasn't a topic she handled well. Having her stressed made him extremely anxious about the baby.

He lay there in bed, thankful beyond belief that you agreed to sleep in their room. That you got into bed with them, that you hadn't changed your view on the two of them. He would need to speak with John and Arthur about how they go about things.

The look that crossed your face flashed through his mind once more and flinched.

“Dad” She whispered and startled him slightly.

“Wot” He whispered back.

“I don’t hate you for what you and Lizzie went through.”

“That’s - good.” He said unsure of how to respond.

“I - I love you both.” She stuttered and his heart broke a little more if possible.

He sighed. “I love you too.”

“I’m sorry I collapsed on the floor the other day.”

“What happened to-”

“Just a lot of beatings. I don’t exactly hold back what I’m thinking, doesn't make for the best student or daughter.”

“Just beatings?” He said trying to remain calm, his fingers balled into fists at his side.

“One particular priest, he – ah” Her voice was thick and he waited to see what she wanted to say. He wouldn't push her, he would make sure no one ever pushed her for anything ever again. “He used to run his hands on me - while punishing me. Could have been a lot worse. He was, as Polly would say, touched by demons.”

Tommy lay there biting the inside of his cheek. He wasn't a good man, he didnt have words of comfort for her. He felt her move next to him. Her arms wrapped around his right arm and she pressed her face into his shoulder.

“It doesn't bother me, I just get overwhelmed when men sort of get really angry.”

“I’m sorry I scared you.”

“Don’t- I know it’s only because you love me.”

“Still, don't let men yell at you like that. Not even me.” The thought of Noah bossing her around, shouting at her was enough to make him light a cigarette. It’s a great example he had been setting for her. She was already confused and now-

“I won’t.”

He felt her relax and eventually listened to the both of them breathing softly. He relaxed accepting the fact that his mind would not allow him to rest tonight.

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Waking up you were relieved to feel both parents still in place beside you. Opening your eyes you found yourself still pressed against Tommy's arm, and you could feel Lizzie’s hand in your hair.

“Morning” You whispered knowing that Tommy was awake.

“Morning.” He whispered back.

“If it's allowed can I go get dressed and see if Noah’s up?”

“Fine.” He said getting up and stretching. You moved out of the room and quickly got washed and dressed in your room. You fussed over what to wear but decided that a pair of trousers and a long-sleeved top with a wool jumper would be best. Better to be practical when the enemy was afoot. You dashed to the kitchen to make some tea.

You knocked on his door and heard a muffled grumble on the other side. You slowly pushed the door open while holding two mugs of hot tea.

“Morning” You whispered before your voice got caught in your throat. He was a crumpled masterpiece. He was sprawled across the bed, sheets a mess. He was topless, and you felt your face get hot. “Oh, I have tea.”

He quickly got up and grabbed the shirt hanging on the bedpost. He pulled in on and then ran a hand through his hair. His cheeks were pink and suddenly you forgot how to breathe.

You handed him the mug and sat on the end of the bed realizing you probably should have waited for him to come downstairs.

“How did you sleep? Was everything comfortable?” You resorted to being a good host for lack of better things to say.

“Oh erm - ya, it was great.” He said taking a sip of tea. You both caught each other's eye and laughed.

“Sorry for waking you.” You mumbled into the rim of your mug.

“Not a bad way to wake up, really.” His eyes were so warm and inviting. “So what are we up to today.”

“I’m not sure, thought maybe we could go for a walk outside. Play in the snow.” Once you said it you realized how childish it was.

“They have some important meeting on today so being outside sounds nice.”

You both drank your tea and Noha put his arm around you. You leaned into his side and watched as more snow fell outside his window.

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The morning was chaotic and you were grateful you had a half hour of quiet up in Noah’s room before Esme found you. You had to help with breakfast, and then everyone ate together before going in different directions.

John and Arthur were given a task in the kitchen making calls, Esme and Polly were helping Lizzie while she rested. The kids were to play downstairs for the day, and Tommy and Alfie would be in his office making more calls and strategizing.

You and Noah weren't given any instruction. You both sat quietly as everyone left the dining room.

“Guess they forgot us then,” Noah whispered and it was nice not to be the center of attention for once.

The rest of the morning passed you by sitting with Noah in front of the fireplace in your room. You both chatted and played cards, pretended to be mad when you caught the other cheating.

Eventually, you got your walk, observing the groups surrounding the house. You were looking at the various fires and wondering if everyone was warm enough when something hard hit your shoulder. Snow flicked up and landed on your cheeks making you jump.

You whirled around and Noah threw another one at you. This, much like the card games, became a brutal competition. You were both hurling snow at each other at a vicious pace. You could feel the adults looking at the both of you probably judging you but you didnt let it distract you.

You wanted this boy to surrender.

A bunch of shouting caused you to turn your head. A snowball caught your cheek and you brushed off the painful sting, eyes still focused on the commotion breaking out at one of the camps.

“Are you-”

You didnt let him finish what he was going to say, you ran towards the camp with a feeling of panic rising through you. What if the Changrettas were here? Running towards it wasn’t smart.

Noah’s arms caught you preventing you from getting any closer. You stopped and he mouthed to be quiet, you gave a nod and he let you go.

You both moved closer to the camp to see what the commotion was about. Various slurs and swears were being exchanged between the men. No real threat. Just a squabble between the Solomons and Shelbys.

Relief flooded you and you walked up to the men at the center of it. You heard Noah swear before rushing to your side.

“What’s the problem?” You looked to Johnny Dogs because you knew him the best. He answered in Romani, which seemed a bit rude but soon Noah was speaking to his men in Hebrew.

You listened carefully, wanting to make sure you could come up with a reasonable solution.

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“Tommy - the men are fighting. Think she’s got it under control but it’s not really her place.” Finn was hanging out of the door to his study and the anger was quickly replaced with anxiety.

Why the fuck were you outside? That was the one thing he told- ah, he didn’t actually remember giving you your tasks for the day at breakfast. Fuck. He apologized and ended the phone call he was having. He and Alfie moved out of the study.

“She’s a real trouble maker you know that - Noah never sticks his nose where he’s not supposed to. Then she comes around and suddenly he’s always-”

“Fuck off Alfie.” But they both shut up when they saw the two of them negotiating with each other. Negotiating on behalf of their people, if it was anyone else Tommy would have had to beat the living daylights out of them for overstepping.

“Now, on our end, we would like to formally apologize for any words of disrespect spoken about anyone's mother.” You spoke clearly.

“Accepted,” Noah said nodding.

“Anything else to clear up?”

“Nah,” Johnny Dogs said with a shrug.

“Well, in the future, if you insult each other make it more entertaining.” You quipped causing both sides to laugh. “No one likes being cooped up here, try to make the best of it.” Your voice was still light but it had an edge of warning everyone seemed to take seriously.

Eyes started to land on him and Alfie and they all hummed loudly in agreement. When you looked up at him your mask seemed to falter slightly. You knew it wasn’t your place to do such things, but he knew that you were just trying to be helpful.

He didnt have to tell you to go inside, you could tell what the look meant. You trudged through the snow back up to the house.

“Any problems here?” Alfie boomed his voice bouncing off of the snow.

“No.” then men mumbled or shook their heads.

“Good.” He responded before walking back up to the house with Noah.

Tommy stood outside for a long moment. Letting the adrenaline wear off. As much as he hated the boy, the two of them worked well together. If this was anyone else's daughter in the family, he would have gotten them married. Strengthened the alliance a lot more than shipping passageways to New York.

He shook the idea out of his head. You were 17, and he didnt want you to get married - ever.

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“Not a bad tactic down there. Very clever” Alfie gave you a pat on the back and your whole shoulder shook from the force of it. You were sat next to him at the dinner table tonight.

“Erm - Thanks.”

“Surprisingly the two of you make a pretty decent team,” He said quietly.

“Oh, yeah I think so.” You said with a blush on your cheeks. Having someone's approval made you happy.

The next few days everyone kept themselves in check. No drama or nonsense. Tommy had placed you and Noah on kid duty. Meaning there were at least five little kids between the two of you at any given movement. You were happy that Noah didnt seem to mind. He enjoyed spending time with the little ones.

You felt the tension deep in your stomach, you never got a moment alone with him. Tommy, despite being overworked and overwhelmed seemed to always have something for you to do. Then before you knew it the day had flashed by and you were back in bed with your parents. You missed your room, but you knew that both of them were at their limits.

Lizzie was in bed all day now, she moved around the room and took baths, but didnt join the family for meals. No one could figure out what was wrong with her, just kept insisting she needed to rest.

While getting ready for bed you noticed a white shirt on folded on the edge of your bed. It was a soft cotton shirt of Noah's. You breathed in his scent and hated how your body felt alive and pained at the same time. You changed into a pair of bottoms and wore his shirt hoping no one would notice. You went into your parent's room and settled in under the heavy blankets. Lizzie smiled at you with a knowing look in her eye.

You felt both far away from her having been busy all day, yet closer to her as you slept next to her.

“What’s causing these wrinklers hm?” She said running a thumb between your brow.

“Do you like Noah?” You asked. She studied your features with a type of sadness you didn't understand.

“I haven't had a chance to see much of him. Polly adores him, Esme says it will either work out or be the heartbreak of the century. She read his tea leaves though.” You let out a groan of embarrassment. “Says things look promising.”

“Great.” You whispered feeling her thumb trying to sooth over the wrinkles on your brow again.

“That’s the risk everyone has to take.” She said softly.

“I really like him.” You sighed. “I don’t want the heartbreak of the century."

“No one does, but maybe that’s not a part of your story.” She shrugged. You nodded feeling your eyes getting heavy. She continued to run her thumb across your forehead.

“Will you be alright?” You mumbled.

“Yes, I think most of this is just stress.” You nodded and quietly agreed before falling asleep.

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The tension only got worse as more snow piled onto Arrow house. Anxiety as your father negotiated trade deals and other nefarious things to ensure allies against the Changretta family. The stress of knowing that any of the men he makes a deal with could sell him out.

The radio says the rain was only a few days away, and a sadness filled you at the thought of Noah leaving. You loved having him and Alfie around.

Things really came to a head when you both were forgotten again. You sneaked up to your bedroom and played cards by the fire. This time it was harder to notice the way his hands brushed yours. How warm his skin was, how his features shone in the firelight.

He was losing the round and decided to switch tactics by grabbing your face and kissing you. This kiss was as heated as the one at the top of the ferris wheel. Your body hummed with life and a burning sensation that suffocated you. His hands were in your hair and you wanted to drown in him.

When his hand slipped lower to your throat you nearly jumped out of your skin. The feeling washed over you leaving you stiff as a board. Memories came in and wrapped around your mind like a vice.

It was inescapable and you moved your body with just enough urgency to just make it to the toilet. You puked hating the way your head was spinning. Noah was there apologizing looking frightened. His hands fluttered around you but you could tell he didnt want to touch you.

Embarrassment hit you and it was almost as bad as the initial panic.

“I’m sorry I just.”

“It’s alright. Can I” He motioned towards you with his hands and you gave him a nod. He flushed the toilet and sat down close to you.

“I’m sorry-” You started.

“It’s alright, I’m nervous too. I haven't done any of this before.” So he was a virgin. Your mind flashed back to Nancy Wellington in math class going off about how he’d banged a lot of older girls.

“Nancy Wellington told me you’d gotten the clap from a uni girl.” You were desperate for a distraction and blurted it out without thinking. Noah let out a laugh that calmed you down slightly.

“That’s because I turned her down, she wanted me to take her to the spring dance.” He ran his hand up and down your spine.

“What happened to you? Is it something I did or-” He deserved an answer as the boy looked tortured over the situation.

“Well, as you know I came from an orphanage. And I used to get a lot of beatings.” You looked back into the toilet and took a shuttering breath.

“People used to hit you?” His voice was riddled with anger.

“My dad also used to hit me a lot.” You added weakly avoiding the next part of the story.

“That’s - just come home with me then. Dad loves you, he won’t care. You can take Lizzie with us if she’s also getting -” His face set into a hard mask, his voice was cold and demanding.

“No! Not Tommy, my biological father.”

“You sure?" His eyes narrowed in on you and thankfully you didnt get the usual bout of anxiety.

“Positive. He looks grumpy, but he’s not with me - he’s never.” You whispered.

“Right, so the orphanage. How bad was it?” He challenged you keeping your eyes there. Telling him about this made you afraid but his reaction so far had done nothing more than make you fall for him even harder.

“He just used to choke me -run his hands all over me.” His eyes didn’t move from yours. He didn’t change his expression. He shouldered it like it was business- like he was in the trenches with you. “Still a virgin and everything.”

“Not what I’m worried about,” Noah said dismissively, his brown eyes still boring into yours.

“What are you worried about.” You said breathlessly considering throwing up again. You broke your staring contest to look back at the toilet. Your stomach was cramped up into knots.

“That you're alright, how to help you. What you need. That type of stuff.” Noah ran his hand down your back again. His hands slowly came up avoiding your neck and pulled your hair up.

“Thanks.” You said weakly.

He was so comforting that tears formed in your eyes. He made a soothing sound.

“You're just so nice to me - all the time.” He let out a little chuckle then the door opened further. Your dad’s eyes narrowed in on the situation. He left the room quickly and the panic washed up over you again. You puked again and Noah helped keep you upright. Then Esme was there fussing over the both of you.

“Was it something you ate, love?” She untied a ribbon from her wrist and tied your hair up.

“Noah.” Tommy pointed out of the room. You could tell by the boy’s body language this was going to be a fight. “Need to talk to you out here for a moment.” Tommy added quickly. Noah looked at you and you nodded hoping that it wouldnt be a mess. The anxiety from the situaton only made your stomach roll again.

Noah moved out of the bathroom and you felt Esme press a cold cloth to your forehead.

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Already have the first bit written for the next part. Let me know what you guys think <3 Thanks again for all the love.

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angel-inked · 9 months

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What happens when they dream about you

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Memories.

"Oh my God, you're so cute." You awed, recording a video of your boyfriend bottle feeding a fawn. Tommy looked up at you with a huge grin on his face. You didn't tell him where you were taking him this morning, but he seems pretty happy with your idea of a date being a petting zoo. After admiring the deer, the two of you walked around for a bit, coming across a pen of very friendly horses. Phone in your hand once again for an ungodly amount of pictures and videos. A Chestnut colored mare with a dark red colored main and tail stretched her neck towards you to ask for nose pats. "Hi beautiful." You greeted her, rubbing her nose as she shoved her head into your hand even more. "Hey, bebe, are you taking a video?" Tommy asked, making you turn to him. "Yeah, what are you up to?" You giggled, knowing Tommy well enough to know he was planning something.

"Watch this." Tommy said, gesturing to you with a carrot stick in his hand. The buckskin colt didn't seem to be pleased that he was no longer receiving ear scratches, tossing his head around, but was soon happy again when he took notice of the treats Tommy had for him, Tommy placed a carrot stick between his lips and held it out to the colt that way. Your phone camera vibrated as you laughed at the sight in front of you. The horse's lips brushed against Tommy's noise before sniffing and ultimately snatching the snack, happily crunching away on the carrot as Tommy started to laugh with you. "Oh, what a wonderful rendition of Lady and the Tramp!" You exclaimed between laughs. "Now you get to tell all your friends your boyfriend frenched a horse with video evidence." Tommy joked, making you double over laughing, giving the camera a good view of the dirt path.

You grinned and snorted at the videos and pictures of the day from your comfy spot on the couch, wrapped up safely in Tommy's arms as he snored softly against the back of your neck. Finally, you got to the picture of you and Tommy sharing a kiss at the end of your visit to the petting zoo. Tommy has never divulged much of his past to you, but you know enough to know it was traumatic, so seeing him happy and laughing never failed to fill your heart to the point of overflowing. Tommy's hands lazily explored your stomach in his sleep, making you glance over your shoulder to check on him. You had learned quickly that Tommy moving in his sleep meant he was dreaming, albeit usually a nightmare, but this time, you felt his lips curl into a smile against the soft exposed skin of your neck. "I love you." He murmured, a sleepy slur in his gruff voice. Your face broke out into a smile so hard it almost hurt. At least this time, it was a good dream.

You.

Midnight bathroom trips were a pain in the ass, quite literally. Not only did your body force itself out of sleep, but it also woke you up enough that you couldn't go back to the wonderful abyss that is sleep. You groaned as your berefeet padded down the hallway of the small apartment you shared with your boyfriend. Upon entering the bedroom, you saw a dark shape looming over Eddie's sleeping from. Swallowing stiffly, you reminded yourself that Vemon wouldn't harm you anymore than they would Eddie. The symbiote has been desperately trying to gain your trust, though that proved somewhat difficult after your first time "meeting" Vemon involved them consuming a creep whole that was trying to get handsy with you. Eddie apologized profusely and had a slight breakdown at the thought of having scared you. Insisting that Vemon liked you as much as he did and just wanted to protect you.

Vemon has proved how useful an extra set of arms can be and is more than willing to watch the cheesy romcoms and movies like "P.S. I Love You" with you that Eddie can't stand. However, your nerves still often got the better of you, and you would freeze up. Gathering what courage you could, you made your way to the bed and attempted to get comfortable under the covers. Vemon watched you silently for a moment, "your hreat rate is up." They said quietly. "No shit." You mumbled, grabbing your phone off the nightstand, knowing you'd be awake for a while, so you decided to entertain yourself. "We are sorry for scarring you." Vemon said, hanging they're head shamefully. "It was never our intent." They added. "It's fine." You replied, not looking up from your mobile. You and Vemon have gone through this more times than you could count. They apologize, and you tell them it's fine.

Vemon glanced down at Eddie and hummed lowly. Your curiosity got the better of you, so you looked between Eddie and the symbiote, "do you know what he's thinking even if he's asleep?" You questioned tentatively. "Yes, and his dreams." The symbiote replied. "He's currently very happy in the dream and is dancing with someone very special." Vemon explained. You thought about the recent impromptu dance party you and Eddie had in the living room. He spun you around to the song playing while the credits rolled on the movie you just watched, Vemon even pitched in to help Eddie lean you into a dip and pull you back up. When the song faded out, Eddie sat you up on the arm of the couch and connected your lips with his own. The memory was almost as lovely as being in the moment. It also prompted you to ask the symbiote another question, "Hey, V?" You started, Vemon perked up at their nickname. Usually, Eddie was the only one to call them that. "Yes?" Vemon's voice rumbled. "Who's Eddie dancing with in his dream?" You asked. Vemon thoughtfully looked back down at Eddie, who is still fast asleep, and is likely to remain that way for some time.

"You."

The rum made me do it.

The room was dark, and Alfie's vision was blurry, probably something to do with all that rum. As he had said once, rum is for fun and fucking init? it has led to both in this case. He was laid out on his back, and in his haze, he realized he couldn't move his arms out from under the weight of his torso. Was he tied up? Maybe. Honestly, between his drunkenness and the familiar shape of his spouse climbing on top of him, he couldn't find it in himself to care. Straddling his lap, you lightly ran your nails up and down his sides under his shirt, "Mmmm." Alfie rumbled at the shivers your actions sent through him. "Are you gonna be a good boy for me?" You asked, the rum also coating your voice. "Yes, dove." Alfie purred, part of him desperate to please you, another part was desperate to be pleased by you. The two of you seemed to cancel each other out. You were both the dominant sort, but Alfie didn't have to be drunk for you to convince him of this.

Undoing the buttons of his shirt with a lazy pace, partly due to taste testing your own products too much and partly due to not being in any particular kind of rush. Your hands explored his chest, earning a grunt from him as you massaged his pecks. "Are you enjoying that, Mr. Solomons?" You asked softly. "I enjoy anything from you, love." Alfie murmured with a rum influenced smirk on his face. Alfie's vision grew even more blurry than before, and finally his eyes fell shut either by way of the rum finally getting to him or by way of you continuing to massage his muscles, he wasn't sure.

You had been puttering around the house for most of the afternoon, and now you were looking for your husband as the house had been unusually quite for far too long for you not to wonder where your old man had buggered off to. Finally, making your way into the parlor, you heard a satisfied grunt from the couch, stopping you in your tracks. Taking steps towards the back of the red colored piece of furniture, peering over the back of it. There was your husband, Alfie, back slightly arched and head pressing a small indentation into the cushion underneath it. You narrowed your eyes as they hovered over the bulge Alfie had acquired. Safe to assume he was enjoying whatever dream he was having, you thought.

Pleasant.

A soft breeze helped waft the morning brid songs through the window of a small cottage in the English countryside, the bacon sizzled as you dropped it into your cast-iron pan. A soft sigh fell from your lips lazily as the sweet aroma of food cooking in the morning filled the kitchen. You pulled out the folding toaster and placed it over another burner with four pieces of bread, enough for two bacon and egg sandwiches. "Morning love," Farrier said as he walked in, voice gruff from waking up and rubbing sleep from his eyes. "Smells heavenly in here." He smiled. "Then, let's hope it tastes that way too." You replied, returning the smile and pecking his lips. "Would you make the tea dear?" You asked. "Of course." Farrier answered, beginning to fill the kettle with water. He stood idle for a moment as he waited for the water to boil, watching as you drifted around the room, just as gently as the breeze was, turning the pieces of toast so that both sides would be even and then doing the same with the bacon to ensure it would cook evenly.

You happen to glance his way and notice the far away look in his eyes. It usually meant he was lost in his thoughts before this look was usually accompanied by a frown as he would think of when he would be sent away again, off into war. However, now that he's not in active service anymore and attempting to settle back into civilian life, this look was usually accompanied by a smile. The kettle began whistling and thus brought him out of his thoughts. "I had a dream last night." Farrier stated. "Oh? What about?" You questioned. "This," Farrier explained with a vague gesture to the room as a whole. "Just existing, gardening, baking, all and all just a picturesque day spent together." He added, placing a tea bag in each mug. "It was pleasant." He finished. "Sounds it, pleasant, that is." You agreed.

"It made me happy," Farrier started up again as you put the sandwiches together, "to think that kind of calm actually exists after... after.. the incident at the beach." He said, mumbling the last few words. You encircled his neck with your arms, his snaked around your waist. Your lips continued in a drawn-out kiss. It wasn't the kind of kiss that was steamy and left you wanting more. It was the kind of kiss you'd give Farrier before he left, but this time, he wasn't going anywhere. You tucked your head under his chin, "Thank you." He said. "Thank you for what?" You asked, looking up at him.

"For reminding me there's still some kind of pleasant to be found in this world."

Sleep deprived.

Sweeping, clearing tables, wiping down the bar, and now doing the dishes. You were out visiting your folks on your day off, and his brothers were God knows where. So, Forrest had to close the station by himself tonight. His eyes were heavy with exhaustion. He picked up the last glass that needed putting away, and he eyed the sink tap. Largely because you'd given him an ear full when he had that bout with heat exhaustion from working out in the summer sun for too long, he filled the glass with water and took a drink, savoring the feeling of the cool liquid gliding down his throat, nothing quite like it. He ambled to a table with his cup, settling his tired body into a chair with a sigh. He was dreading the thought of hauling himself to bed tonight. His eyes were begging him to close them, and he did for a moment or two with his head resting on his forearms. His dreams took him back to when you, himself, and Howard were teenagers, and life was just a little bit sweeter.

Thanks to Howard, it was well known to your and the brothers parents that you and Forrest had been going around together for a while. Thankfully, neither family involved seemed too bothered by the fact. Your father's only reaction was, "If he hurts you, I taught you how to use a gun for a reason." Forrest had seemed to take offense to this. The very notion that he'd ever hurt you was wildly out of the question. You were an only child, though having known the Bondurant boys since you were born and being age wise smack dab in between Forrest and Howard, it didn't feel like it. Tonight, you and your parents were joining the Bondurants for dinner. The adults were chattering about everything from crops to the weather, nothing that was of particular interest to you. What was interesting to you was that Forrest, who was sitting next to you, hadn't taken his eyes off of you since everyone had gathered around the table. You smiled at him, laying a hand on his leg. "I'm gonna make a Bondurant out of you one of these days." Forrest stated, as if it were inevitable, a matter of fact. This brought a halt to the grown-up conversations, "Forrest.." his mother said with a warning tone. "What?" Forrest asked, "I'm a man of my word, I don't give my word to just anybody." He explained, looking back at you, holding your hand above the table for everyone to see. "I'm dead serious." He murmured.

A harsh shove woke Forrest up in an instant, "Jesus fucking.. Howard!" He snapped with a raspy voice, running his hands through his hair as Howard stood over his slumped over form with a smug grin on his face. "Howard, what did I tell you about tryin' to give your brothers heart attacks?" A voice called, Forrest lifted his groggy head and watched as you sat a couple of brown paper bags on the bar. "Sorry.." Howard mumbled, dropping his head and taking a few steps backward away from Forrest. You stop just short of the table momentarily, eyeing Forrest up and down. You shook your head as his eyes tried to shut on their own again. After closing the distance between Forrest and yourself, you ran a hand through his hair and glanced around at his brothers. "You and Jack better be here to close tomorrow night, or I'll get out the wooden spoon." You stated, ordered really, eyeing Howard, who merely nodded and gave no other reply. Jack didn't dare say a word.

"You and I'll get to bed earlier that way." You smiled, ushering Forrest to your room for some much needed rest.

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hecatemoon87 · 2 years

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To My Lovely Readers

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I think most writers can agree, if the topic doesn't vibe with them, it is very hard to write good material. I want to offer the reader a fun and exciting story (even if it is just smut!) and I will only post something I'm proud of. Additionally, requests can pile up and if left incomplete can disappoint the requester. My blog is here to bring joy and an escape from the daily grind that is life. I do not wish to bring any disappointment, so I don't hold myself to promises I cannot fulfill.

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inkwolvesandcoffee · 2 years

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TH Characters as Writers

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I was inspired by @hecatemoon87‘s TH Characters as series and oddly, in particular, her Tom Hardy characters as vampires post. So... let’s just say some writers have a side they keep hidden.

Now, I might one day write individual little pieces for each of these or perhaps a whole fic (because we all know I struggle with doing one-shots). However, for now, this is what I came up with.

James Delaney ‘The Devil in the Shadows’

Genres: Mysticism & Horror

Possessing a taste for cruelty and rumoured to be a vampire, James has everyone (publishers, agents, fans) quaking in their boots. The fact he seems to know an awful lot about what’s generally seen as ‘savage’ and ‘dark magick’ only feeds his image in the public eye.

His writing style is reminiscent of Edgar Allan Poe and the dark Gothic genre, the stories often set in the shadows of the Victorian era. They feel so life-like you’d think he’d actually experienced his own stories, but surely he’s just done a lot of research and done it very well.

Right?

James is very closed off from the public and strays away from social media. Any account on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, or whatever other platform claiming to be him is fake. The only person he ‘talks’ (in his own way) to and occasionally gets him out of the house is his neighbour. She’s his proofreader and grateful for him escorting her to and from work (she’s supporting herself by working a waitress and singer on Friday nights), but the relationship remains difficult because she can’t get a read on him. He supports her small business and often can be found in her vicinity.

If you saw the both of them and read between the lines of his novel Taboo, you’d notice the female protagonist is eerily similar to her while the character’s counterpart resembles him.

Alfie Solomons ‘The Secret Romantic’

Genre: Romance

Alfie works under the pen name Edna Spector to prevent the men working at his bakery from finding out about his hidden side. The only one who knows the real face behind the name on the covers is a young female barista who works at a café he’s fond of, close to his bakery. It’s also with her he exchanges books and sometimes goes bookshop hopping. Totally not dating her, no, not at all.

Or are they?

Though he might not show it and the novels by other writers are carefully stowed away in his home, but Alfie is an absolute sucker for bakery love stories. So it’s no wonder the majority of his are exactly what he loves and they tend to have a very smutty side. No one’s complaining, though.

Reggie & Ron Kray ‘The Twin Menaces’

Genres: True crime & biography

The Kray twins are among the most famous (or, rather, infamous) co-authors in the publishing industry. They’ve made good money with their biography and now also write books to offer an insight into England’s underworld. It’s rumoured Ron still partakes in what goes on in the shadows, but Reggie claims they’ve both gone fully legal.

Eames ‘The Gentleman’

Genres: Dystopia & Sci-fi

No one but his publishing house and agent know his true identity. Described as Loki incarnate, Eames is THE gentleman among British writers. While his charm has influenced the acceptance of his manuscripts, it’s still mostly his natural talent for the pen that’s made him come this far.

Underlined by realism, Eames’s stories take place in a more dystopian version of our world and explores the possibilities of technology. His debut novel, Inception, is still a bestseller to this day.

Eddie Brock ‘The Vigilante’

Genre: Non-Fiction

Eddie is a journalist gone author who writes about current affairs. More often than not, his books border on true crime and have led to the downfall of some powerful people and companies. Therefore, it isn’t surprising each new release causes at least some controversy and leads to a heated debate.

He has the odd tendency to talk to himself, but most people write it off as a ‘writer thing’ and think he’s simply thinking out loud or talking through scenarios for his book.

A little known fact about Eddie is that he’s secretly a fan of fluffy romance and especially Edna Spector’s. As soon as a new book by the author is up for pre-order, he’s one of the first to place an order. Now, he could do it himself, using his laptop. However, Eddie visits the independently run bookshop he frequents to support its owner (on who he secretly has a crush). It’s also here where he can often be found working on a new book, sitting in the romance section, or, if it’s Monday, helping out with the weekly shipment.

Leo Demidov ‘The Brooding Lion’

Genre: Thriller

Leo is an ex-KGB agent who uses his own experiences for his detective/spy series, which is set in the country he once called home. After losing his wife to the Russian regime, the widower fled from Russia. The decision was also in part due to his unwillingness to partake in the war with Ukraine.

The British stiff upper lip is easier to break through than the walls Leo has erected around himself. The only person or, rather, thing who knows him best is his keyboard. Sounds strange, but he bought one that’s like a typewriter since it reminds him of his grandfather’s typewriter he used to use to write letters. Although, perhaps there’s one person he occasionally shows what lies beneath the cold and distant attitude: his agent. And she’s known him long enough to pick up on the hidden hints of distress between the lines of his stories.

He has co-written a book with the Kray Twins about the ties between Russia, the Russian underworld and the English criminal underbelly.

Bob Saginowski ‘The Storyteller’

Genre: Urban fantasy

Bob bases his stories on what happens during his shifts at the pub he works at as a barman. To think of it, it was only a matter of time before he’d turn to writing because he certainly has the classic ‘writer personality’. He’s a bit of a dreamer, shy, and quiet. However, he tends to be chatty when he drops by his favourite café for breakfast after a late-night shift or is hungover. Although, it should be noted he’s only like that when a particular girl is at work. She’s the only person he’s fond of in a way he’s never been of anyone else and it leaves him puzzled. All that he knows is that he enjoys her company and values her feedback. Also, in his words, she smells nice. Really, really nice.

His most popular book is about Tom, a werewolf barman who saves the girl he has a crush on from a Victorian vampire. It’s rumoured a spin-off is in the works focusing on the relationship between the two.

By the way, has anyone else noticed he isn’t on duty when there’s a full moon?

Forrest Bondurant ‘The Writing Husband’

Genre: Adventure

Forrest isn’t good with words, that is, when it comes to talking. However, on the page, he has a natural flow in which each word is chosen with purpose. So it seems anyways, but if you’d ask him about his style and vocabulary choices you’ll get nothing more than a shrug and a “I write, that’s all there is to it.”

His main inspirations are Defoe’s Robin Crusoe, Henri Charriére’s Papillon and Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness (also a source of inspiration for James Delaney). Henceforth, his protagonists often find themselves out in the wild with all the dangers it accompanies. Moreover, and only his wife knows how unashamed he is in this, he loves the Indiana Jones, Assassin’s Creed and Uncharted franchises so there’s often the hunt for some lost artefact in his tales. Also, yes, he loves video games. He might not be good at them, but nothing beats a night filled with beer and gaming (preferably with his wife).

Two little treasures I found;

#Tom Hardy #Facepuller #Alfie Solomons #Eddie Brock #Reggie Kray #James Delaney #Eames #Forrest Bondurant #Ron Kray #Bob Saginowski #Leo Demidov

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peakypolly · 1 year

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Hello to each and everyone of you who stumbles upon this blog! My name is Kat, I'm 21 years old from the U.S and I love Peaky Blinders!

I want to use this blog to make friends with similar interests, establish a better writing technique, and talk about all things Peaky related.

Some rules:

No fighting, nasty comments, or bullying/harassment are allowed on this page!

No racism, homophobia, antisemitism, or anything hateful towards any members of any community or you will be blocked

Right now I do not write smut because I'm just not comfortable in my ability to do so but I might in the future

My requests are open! Here are the characters I write for:

Tommy Shelby

Arthur Shelby

John Shelby

Finn Shelby

Ada Thorne

Polly Gray

Michael Gray

Alfie Solomons

Bonnie Gold

Isaiah Jesus

Newly added:

Aberama Gold

I can do Headcanons, One-Shots, Preferences, and Imagines

I will not write incest, and all characters must be 18+ (Finn seasons 4-6 scenarios only) I will also not write any r@pe or S/A content (really abuse of any kind unless it is only eluded to as a past event)!! It makes me uncomfortable and I want this blog to be a safe space for all!

I will take requests for characters not listed but they may not be granted if I feel I don't know how the character would respond to the scenario in the request/ don't know how to write them!

I am new to writing fan fiction so please bare with me as I learn, I hope to be able to bring justice to how your favorite character is written!

Thank you for reading and have a lovely day!

#peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder headcanon #peaky blinder imagine #tommy shelby #new blog

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alikaheroes · 2 years

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Fan Fic Master List

Welcome to my blog!! I’m a multi-fandom blog with a lot of WWE, NJPW, Halsey, Tom Hardy, Game of Thrones, House of the Dragon, Robert De Niro/Al Pacino, Bianca Bel Air, Jay White, Idris Elba, The Batman, Star Wars, and everything in between! (Lately it’s mainly Tom Hardy oops)

I began writing fan fiction (the post that started it (x) ) and am always happy to take requests, anon or not! Check her under Anon and the character you requested to see your published story.

Send me a number and a character name and I’ll write a story on that character in that many words! I can do fluff and NSFW (those stories are only for those over 18 please) so please lemme know what you’d like!

Right now I’m focusing on smaller stories due to time, life, and adulting but look to slowly expand! Thanks for coming and I hope you enjoy!!

Where to send requests: Here!

Story list below the cut! Enjoy!!

CHARACTERS

Tom Hardy:

Inception (2010) Eames

250 Word Drabble

Handsy Flirt (Anon)

Warrior (2011) - Tommy Conlon

275 Word Drabble (NSFW)

Fluffy Protective (Anon)

25 Word Drabble: Troubled Tommy (Anon)

Peaky Blinders - Alfie Solomons

232 Word Drabble

Mad Max: Fury Road (2015) Max Rockatansky

285 Word Drabble

Trust: A Mad Max Story (Anon)

Legend (2015) - Reggie Kray

Stays the Same (Anon) (Response)

Taboo (2017) - James Delaney

260 Word Drabble (NSFW) (Anon)

Venom (2018)/Venom: Let There Be Carnage (2021) - Eddie Brock

145 Word Drabble

The Ride (NSFW) (Anon)

Star Wars:

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Obi-Wan’s Protege (NSFW)

The Mandalorian - Din Djarin

Fluffy Din

#tom hardy #fan fiction #alika writing #tom hardy x reader #fan fic #requests

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interstellargatorskinboots1812 · 3 years

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TAPPED INTO YOUR MIND AND SOUL

SUMMARY

Arabella Shelby is tired of the antics of her twin brother Tommy. She hates how she is always left on the back-foot of what is going on. As a fierce and intelligent force to be reckoned with, she knows she is more than capable of dealing with the more unsavoury side of the Shelby Company Limited.

She's made a decision that if Tommy won't allow her to come out of the shadows, then she will make light of her own, elsewhere. But will a deal with the devil be the answer to her problems? Tommy has a proposition for Arabella and one that will see her tied to his most untrusting of business associates. Will Arabella take the plunge and start a new life in Camden, beside the most eccentric and sadistic bread makers and leader of the Jewish Gangs in London, Mr Alfie Solomons?

CHAPTER ONE: Satisfaction Seems like a Distant Memory

She can feel her patience ebbing, like the whiskey reserves behind the bar. Arabella Shelby grinds her teeth and wills the antagonism feeding her veins, to dissipate. The room drowns in the heavy tones of men as they jeer and chat obnoxiously , each having to shout to be heard over the man behind them. Women screech and laugh uproariously trying desperately to gain some favorable attention from any of the rowdy males. Her malachite gaze looks down to her red tipped long nails, holding a now empty brandy glass . She hates the atmosphere and finds the behaviour encircling her to be stifling. Flinching, she ducks away from the spittle flying from the faceless philanderer, trying and failing to impress her. He was a brave man to say the least, she thought. It was rare anyone dared but look at a Shelby sister. Mores the pity she muses, that each of her brothers are too overloaded with their own egos to notice and intervene with a swipe of their caps. The room stinks of tobacco, a thick and heavy film of smog seems to be connecting one body to another as it clings into the air around them. She should already be out of Birmingham, her bags have been packed since the early hours of this morning and the decision to cut out made long before that. Instead she stays in the newly refurbished Garrison, watching the vainglory antics of a family lacerated by their hunger for being high-handed.

Her eyes train on her older brother Arthur, fresh out of jail, as he presses a rolled up note onto the table top and inhales his second blue vial of powder with a determined fury. She surveys with intent as he scrunches his face and presses his fingers to his nose to adjust to the sensation of the toxins traveling into his system.

'Fuck sake, Arthur', she rolls her eyes as her troubled brother stands on the bar and addresses the room under a confident pretension of shouted words. The pub listens eagerly and replies along dutifully and in an orderly fashion to his toasts for the Small Heath Rifles, The Lane Boys and of course, to the Peaky Fucking Blinders. Pulling a wayward wave of blonde hair behind her ear, she scans the doleful faces of the crowd as they raise their glasses, each hanging onto Arthur's words like obedient children.

'The Peaky Fucking Blinders, eh?’ Arabella scoffs under her breath.

'Whose gunna stop us ?'the gravel tone of Arthur spews out. She watches . The time keeper of events from her spot in the corner booth, examining Arthur as he climbs down out of sight, the mask slips as his brow becomes deep set and his expression dulled. She shifts her weight as the leather studs of the booth stab her fiercely in the back. Glancing across the bar to her younger brother, John she observes his dirty and paranoid glances to his wife as he knocks back yet another whiskey. As for her twin, well Tommy was nowhere to be seen. She hadn’t seen him since Epsom earlier that day, when he had told her that he needed to see her urgently for business reasons but then had seemingly disappeared into the ether. Well, she had need to see him urgently too, although he may not like her reasons.

To the outside world the Peaky Blinders were an untouchable force to be reckoned with. Raconteurs racing their way up the crime ladder and vying to be the top of the chain. Money was rolling in and reputation was building, Tommy was making a name for the Shelby Company Limited and a name for himself. However, behind the façade the cracks were springing thick and fast. The family felt fractured and Arabella felt completely disconnected. Dealing with the legitimate side of the business, being a woman within the family, Tommy did not want her getting mixed up into the illegal and dangerous goings on. He would listen to her smart ideas before dismissing them and then re-imagining them with his own. She had begged for Tommy to take her to London to run the start of their empire down there, an ambition that Tommy had staunchly diffused, particularly after what had happened to their younger sister. 'London is no place for a woman like you, it’s heaving with trouble and violence and no sister of mine is going to get caught up in it on my behalf'.

'Pfft and here was me heeding your words of this business being a modern Enterprise that believes in equal rights for women. Those are your words Thomas, or do they only matter when it suits?'

They had argued for days over the matter, of course Thomas had won out and it was Arthur running the show down in London. Upon his arrest, however much it angered Tommy under it’s circumstances, it made his gloating no less bearable when he reiterated that this was why she shouldn't go to the city, Arabella argued back viciously that had she been in charge down there, none of this would have happened because she had a lid on things and was not riddled with the lingering effects of war, mixed with a habit for white powder rotting her faculties.

She could face no more of being on the back foot of what was going on, of having her intelligence shunned and her opinions chewed up and hashed back out in the guise of another. The last few months had been eventful, in the precipice of war with Sabini's Italian gang and in an mistrustful partnership with another, fighting for the dominant control. What good was she to be by being the pretty face at the fucking bookmaker's reception, seemingly in the dark about everything going on beneath the surface.

Unlike her younger sister, Arabella longed to be more involved in the family business, to handle the threats, the plans and the schemes. She knew she was worth more, that she could handle more. She had repeatedly begged Tommy to allow her to be more involved but to no avail. If she couldn’t be more to the family business than somebody who handles it’s books, when it could be seen that she had so much more potential, then she didn’t want to be involved at all. She had made her decision that she would not stand by and be dismissed and so she would wait for Tommy to return to his office and she would tell him she wanted out. Family or no family, her ambitions were being stifled and she would not stand for it any longer.

'Excuse me', she says with a flash of a scowl, pushing at the shoulder of the offending would be suitor to allow her to get up. She manoeuvres the silk crepe of her yellow dress, it's horizontal pointed waistline spiking down like daggers. She couldn't wait to get home and take of the dress. It still smells of smoke from the burning bookie bonfires started by her brother's gang. She wanted to remove every last stitch of Epsom still clinging to her.

Just as she gets to her feet and moves forward, she is hauled back. She glances down to find his fat fingers gripping at her upper arm, fingertips pushing into the flesh.

'Now come on sweetheart, I haven't finished talking to you yet'.

Momentarily, she's startled by the misogynistic manner of his speaking, The moment quickly passes though.

'Ooff!'

The air rushes from his lungs, his stomach moving to a more unnatural position , Arabella uncurls her fist from his diaphragm. His face is turning more scarlet by the second as he desperately tries to suck down more air to get his breath back. Leaning into his ear, she makes her tone curt.

'Call me sweetheart and touch me again and it'll be more than the air I'll take from your chest. Now, fuck off'.

Whipping her red felt hat from the viscid table, she heads for the exit without a sideways glance back. Tommy would see her tonight, alright.

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hazelnmae · 5 years

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Out to Sea Again: Chapter 7

Well, first of all, I’m sorry it’s taken a while to get this posted! I’ve been traveling a bit and caught up with work and just haven’t had enough time to write. The struggle!!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!! XOXO Warnings: just angst this time

Pairings: Alfie x Reader; Tommy x Reader

Chapter 7 (read chapter 6 here)

You woke up in a cold sweat, shooting straight up in the bed. The lack of Alfie’s warm body beside you only added to the panic you felt in your chest. He hadn’t been home all day and you were terrified he somehow knew that Tommy had been there.

After he kissed you, Tommy had promptly placed his hat back on his head and walked out the door, without saying a word.

You had been left standing in utter shock in the doorway.

In truth, you weren’t surprised that he’d kissed you. You weren’t oblivious to the way he looked at you. And, of course, you’d felt the tension between you growing since the day you’d met.

But you were surprised you’d kissed him back. Through all of this, you’d remained steadfast in your love for Alfie. And in truth, even kissing Tommy hadn’t changed that.

You loved Alfie. With all of your heart. And had for as long as you could remember. He provided for you, cared for you, and protected you, always. Which added to the confusion you were experiencing.

It’s not that you were in love with Tommy. You weren’t so naive as to think that. But you were intrigued by him. Fascinated by him. And excited by him.

And sitting in your bed, drenched in a cold sweat, you thought about him. About that kiss. About how his hands found their way into your hair, the way he pressed his body against yours, the warmth of him intoxicating you. About his taste, the way your tongue felt against his, the way your toes curled in your shoes and your hips uncontrollably pressed into him. About the way he left you breathless when he pulled away. About the way you wanted to lean in for more but somehow fought the urge.

And the way he’d walked away as if it had never happened.

But it had. And you had no idea what to do about it now.

Unable to force yourself back to sleep, you got out of bed and made your way to the kitchen, putting the kettle on and sitting at the small table.

As you sat steeping your tea well beyond what you should have, you heard the front door open. You could sense Alfie before you could see him. The house always felt different with him in it. As if it were warmer, safer, more like home.

You already knew something was wrong but his face confirmed it when he turned the corner into the kitchen.

You’d seen many emotions on Alfie’s face over the years. He was one to wear his reactions clearly on his face, never able to hide them, at least not from you. You’d seen anger there, shock, horror, frustration. But you’d also seen happiness, contentment, and love.

Tonight, though, you only saw sadness.

He didn’t need to say anything. You already knew he knew. And your mind starting running on overdrive trying to work out how he’d found out. Had Tommy told him? Had a neighbor seen? Did he even know the extent of it?

Your heart raced. You felt faint. But he snapped you out of your panic it when he spoke, the sound of his voice always bringing you back down to reality.

“We need to talk,” was all he said.

You looked into your tea, unable to immediately respond. You were paralized--so fearful for what would come next.

It wasn’t that you were afraid of Alfie, he’d never been rough or cruel with you. Rather, you were terrified of hurting him. It was the last thing in the world you wanted. But you knew it was too late. The damage had been done.

“What did he tell you?” he asked, calmly taking the seat across the table from you. He placed his hat on the table and you watched as he spun the ring on his thumb while he awaited your answer.

You cleared your throat, pushing down the sob that was trying to break free.

“Nothing,” you finally answered after an awkward silence.

But Alfie wasn’t buying that and he stared at you until you gave him what he wanted.

“He said you’re lying to me,” you finally offered.

“Hmm,” he nodded in response. “And I suppose you believe him? Is it the gypsy thing, then?”

“Alfie, you know me better than that,” you said, wiping a single tear away from your cheek. “I just don’t know what to believe.”

“What is it, then? Eh? Cause I’ve been wracking my fucking brain and I can’t piece it together.”

“I can’t either, Alf,” you said with a small shrug.

His gaze was too much for you to bear and you turned your head away, trying to concentrate on the kettle rather than looking at the disappointment on his face.

“Look at me, love.”

The way he used your pet name restored a bit of hope in your heart. You felt your face warm with the thought that maybe you’d be able to salvage this.

You did as he asked and turned back to look at him.

“Why on earth would I ever willingly do business with those dirty fuckin’ Russians? Hm? You know they butchered my mother!” Alfie’s anger had finally gotten the best of him and he slammed his hand on the table.

You just blinked back the tears and mustered the strength to respond.

“But you are, Alfie. Are you seriously going to deny that?”

“Here you sit, yeah? Letting Tommy fuckin’ Shelby get into your fuckin’ head. Letting that gypsy scum play games and cloud your judgement.”

“Gypsy scum?” it was your turn to grow angry. “How dare you,” you said, clenching your fists to keep your hands from shaking.

“You believe I’m doing this willingly?”

“I told you, I don’t know what to believe--”

“--And you fuckin’ kissed him,” he interrupted, shaking his head.

There it was. You couldn’t respond--could barely breathe. You had no idea what you’d say even if you rouse the strength to push words from your throat. There was nothing to say.

Alfie rubbed his hand over his face and let out a deep breath. You could tell he was trying to control his anger, that he was struggling himself to decide how to proceed.

“Maybe it’s best if I leave for a while.”

His words felt like a kick in the gut. Your heart dropped to your stomach. You weren’t surprised to hear them, but were devastated it’d come to this.

“It should be me that goes,” you responded.

Alfie just nodded and looked away, training his vision on the kettle himself as he tried to avoid your sad expression as you’d done to avoid his earlier.

The next hour passed painfully as your packed a small suitcase. You purposely took very little, still hopeful you’d come back to the house you shared with Alfie. He’d said “for a while,” not “forever.” And that gave you hope, even if it was a minuscule amount.

You knew you wouldn’t need much where you were going, anyway. So why bother.

He sat in the same spot at the kitchen table as you packed and prepared to leave. The sun had just come up, and the fog lay thick in the street outside the house. He’d called Ollie to drive you, and he sat silently in the car parked outside.

Alfie walked with you to the door.

It broke your heart to break his. You knew this was your own doing, but Alfie somehow seemed as if he thought it was his fault. He didn’t say as much, but you knew him well enough to know what his eyes said even when he didn’t speak.

In a desperate attempt to reassure him, you raised a hand to his cheek and looked deep into his eyes once more.

“For what it’s worth, I never wanted him. It’s always been you, Alfie.”

Alfie chuckled and shook his head--a gesture he used to make often and one that sent a chill down your spine. You realized in that moment that you’d been missing your Alfie for a long time now. He reached up to mirror your own movement, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“You know, love, I think it’s incredibly sad you actually believe that.”

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The car pulled up outside of the imposing estate and you took a deep breath. This was going to be more difficult than you were prepared for, but you knew it had to be done. You left your small suitcase in the back seat and asked Ollie to wait for you, assuring him you’d be back before too long to continue your journey.

You reached slowly for the brass knocker, suddenly afraid of what you knew you’d find on the other side of the large wooden doors.

Within seconds, the door opened and a large, dark haired woman in a maids uniform was standing in the entry. She looked at you, without saying a word, and waited for you to speak first.

You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“My name is (Y/N) and I’m here to see Duchess Petrovna.”

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Thank you, as always, for reading along. Comments and feedback always welcome!

Tag list: @chellestrash @evelynshelby @higgles123 @justanothershelby @l0tsofpennies @leilanixx @queenmissfit @peachlle @brianaisasongbird @udontadixonlover @thewallpapergoesorido @peakys-mystic @misunderstood-sinner @ilycosimo

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders fiction #peaky blinders fan fiction #tommy shelby x reader #alfie solomons x reader #tommy shelby x you #alfie solomons x you #out to sea again #hazelnmae

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hecatemoon87 · 2 years

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Brewing Story Ideas - what is more interesting?

Hello friends!

I have a few new ideas for story lines. But since I have so many other stories pending completion I am wondering if it is worth pursuing writing them. I guess it depends who shows interest here haha

What sounds more interesting?

A James Delaney & Robert Dudley AU (OFC involved) I am playing with the idea that they are brothers. I have a story in mind, kinda like my own AU in medieval/Viking times. It's a crazy idea, not sure if anyone would be remotely interested.

Alfie AU - I kinda like the idea of him being a world renowned archeologist searching for the mythical Solomon's Mines or some other lost site to history...

Anyways, I should actually complete the 20,000 WIPs I have pending or...I should be working...at my job... in which I've decided to take another "break".....damn, I gotta get back to work.

#tom hardy fan fiction #alfie solomons #james delaney #robert dudley #robert dudley smut #follower's opinion

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uhhhemilyrose · 6 years

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A Dangerous Game

So this is my first real time writing a fan fic so I want honest feedback. The story was not requested by anyone and if this happens to resemble another writer’s story, that was not my intention as I’ve not read a story about Reggie Kray similar to this. This Reggie Kray is based off of the 2015 movie ‘Legend’ with Tom Hardy. So if his character in this seems a little bit ooc, again, please give me honest feedback. Thank you so much! Please, enjoy!

Chapter 1

This night was her night.

She was indeed tired of being cooped up in her shared apartment with her grandmother and was ready to just let loose with her girl friends at Esmeralda’s Barn, a club owned by the notorious Kray twins. Kathleen Smith hadn’t been to many parties or clubs within the past few years because she was taking care of her sick grandmother full time. She hardly had the chance to spend time with her two close friends. Her grandmother had suffered a stroke years ago that left her right side paralyzed, which, unfortunately, was her dominant side. Kathleen had just graduated university when this tragedy happened so she spent most of her time with her grandmother and working part time as a bartender at nights to make extra money, initially. As time went by, she could see her grandmother looking sad every time she went to work and seemingly became more dependant. Kathleen wanted nothing more than to become a full time caretaker and spend as much time as she could with her grandmother, in fear of coming home one night and finding her… Kathleen couldn’t finish that thought before quitting right away.

Tonight was different, however. Her grandmother wanted Kathleen to go out to a pub or somewhere; somewhere away from this little apartment. She could feel Kathleen becoming too lonesome and possibly depressed from being at home all day, rarely getting the chance to even see daylight, unless she was out paying grandmother’s bills or buying groceries. Kathleen couldn’t stop asking her grandmother if she was sure, but her grandmother was plenty sure she should not be home that night. Her grandmother wanted her to live a little bit before she became too old to party. She felt bad for somewhat holding her granddaughter back, preventing her from spending her youth carelessly as some women had. Kathleen wore a red dress with white polka dots accompanied with black heels. She also wore a thin shiny black belt around her waist, fitting her just perfectly. She wasn’t the skinniest girl of her group, nor was she large by any means. She had just the right amount of curves of which she wasn’t too fond. Any boy she had dated in the past in some way inherently commented on her thickness which made her a bit self conscious about her weight. She usually quickly got over those bad thoughts and began loving her curves again. She, like many other English people, had pale skin, rarely ever seeing sunlight in the constant cloudy weather. Her hair was dark brown and her eyes were blue-green, both of which complimented her complexion very well. She had her hair in big curls, flowing down past her feminine shoulders. For her makeup, she had worn a seductive cat-eye eyeliner with a short wing at the ends. She filled in her brows, just covering any naturally sparse spots. In addition to some natural rosy blush, Kathleen finished her stunning look for the night with a bright red lipstick on her full lips.

She felt almost sick to her stomach thinking of leaving her grandmother at home while she’s out partying. She felt selfish even though this wasn’t her idea in the first place, although she did enjoy the thought of going to the club with her friends. A honk sounded through her open window, letting her know her night was about to begin. She stood up from her vanity, grabbed her purse and coat, kissed her grandmother a goodnight kiss and was out the door.

Kathleen hugged her friends Mary and Christine before entering Christine’s husband’s vehicle. Off they went for a much needed night at the club. Christine’s husband dropped them off at the front door. He warned them all to behave and to not start any fights. They all knew he was being playful. Kathleen and Christine had been friends the longest out of their little group. They had been friends since they both entered in secondary school. She was there when Christine met John at a social gathering back in school. She was secretly there for their first date at a nice restaurant, making sure the date went fine and smooth. She was there for the engagement, the marriage and their first child. They knew everything about each other. They would talk daily through the telephone, not minding the extra charge. If they had gone a week without talking, the minute they met again, it was as if no time had passed. Though the two partners in crime hadn’t had a full conversation within a month, they still appeared to be closer than anyone could be.

Mary, on the other hand, seemed like the polar opposite of Kathleen. She was quite introverted, thanks to her sheltered life growing up Kathleen later found. Mary and Kathleen became close friends while working as bartenders. While working during slow nights, Mary and Kathleen often talked of their lives as children. Kathleen gave her stories of being abandoned a lot with her mother picking her often changing boyfriends over taking care of her very young child. Kathleen had to often make her own food, find money on the streets to pay for school supplies and clothes, and find her own way to and from places. She had to make many friends to avoid staying at her poor and sad home with her abusive mother and her also abusive boyfriends. Kathleen could easily make a friend. She was never shy around anyone and was quite outgoing. Mary couldn’t have had a more contradicting childhood. Mary’s parents loved her a lot and protected her at all costs, and just a bit too much for her liking. They would frequently buy her a brand new set of clothes in fear of other kids making fun of her for wearing the same outfits for more than a month. They would quickly pick her up off of the ground if she fell and worried too much if she had a small scratch with little to no blood. They hardly would let her go outside unattended out of fear she would be kidnapped even though she claimed they lived in the most peaceful and secure part of town in the safest neighborhood. She could only imagine how they would act if she broke a bone, God forbid. She wasn’t able to have many friends since the kids at her school often thought she was weird anyway and it didn’t help when they had glimpses of how protective her parents were with her at the parks and in other public places. With their differences, Kathleen and Mary grew a quite quick, strong and trustful bond.

Finishing the last kiss goodbye to her husband, Christine, Mary and Kathleen made their way into the club. As they entered, jazz music was blaring with a nicely dressed man singing the usual love lyrics standing at center stage. The stage itself seemed quite large but the amount of jazz musicians and singers seemed to swallow the stage whole. The dance floor was full of swinging dancers, all happy, with looks on their faces like there were no problems at all in their worlds. No thoughts of paying those dreadful bills, no weight of the current war in Vietnam, no thoughts of how their children were behaving with the babysitters. Nothing but happiness and desire to have a good time.

The girls found their way to an abandoned table. A waiter shortly stopped by and got their orders for alcoholic drinks. They got comfortable and began talking and catching up. Kathleen talked about her grandmother and how much she’s improving post-stroke. Christine talked about her husband, his job, her stay-at-home life, their boy, and the primary school he’ll be attending soon. Mary talked about all the shopping she’d done for clothes, jewelry and all the gossip she had heard at her hair appointments, but never participated in. Their fun conversation was soon interrupted by none other than Reginald Kray himself.

“Good evening, ladies. Are you enjoying your night tonight? How’s the entertainment?” inquired Reggie. He stood near Mary but his body was facing Kathleen’s. The girls assumed since he was the owner, he did his rounds at the tables, gathering the people’s opinions of their experiences at the club.

“It’s great, Mr. Kray!” exclaimed Kathleen. Even she was surprised how excited she sounded. I really need to go out more, she thought.

Reggie waved his hand, dismissing the title she had given him. “No, its Reggie to you, miss..” He stopped, ushering to Kathleen’s direction.

She responded, “Kathleen. Uhm, my name’s Kathleen.”

Reggie wanted to remember that name so he repeated it a couple times to himself. “Right, love, no need to call me Mr. Kray. You may use Reggie, alright, Kathleen?” He reached out his hand towards her.

She shook his hand gently. “Okay, Reggie,” she smiled. “These are my friends Christine and Mary,” steering her hand towards each woman.

He shook each of their hands and quickly put his attention back onto Kathleen. He only had but a few seconds to keep her in his vision before a man called for him. He looked over his shoulder and looked back at Kathleen and her company. He seemed irritated by this interruption and kindly excused himself with a smile and a wink at Kathleen. Reggie Kray, along with his twin brother, always dressed so dapper. They had a reputation to live up to, so finely threaded suits were the typical attire.Tonight was no different for him.

As he left, Mary and Christine could not wipe their big grins off of their faces. Christine, sitting on Kathleen’s left side, playfully nudged her in shock.

“He was definitely into you, Kathleen!” Christine said, lively.

“Okay, hold on! That’s Reggie Kray! There’s no way he would be interested in a woman like me,” exclaimed Kathleen, but only loud enough the girls would hear.

“Kathleen, I haven’t had a boyfriend in almost two years,” Mary emphasized, “even I know when a guy is interested and that, my dear friend, was interested.” They all giggled. “If you don’t get after him, I will try my damnedest for you, you just watch. ”

“How?’ Kathleen questioned. “You never even talk to men, you’re so scared of denial!” Though she was right, Mary still continued.

“I know and I know he could have his men kill me for looking at him wrong but he’s worth a try, isn’t he? So what, he’s a gangster? You always tried to get me to live life to the fullest potential, why can’t you take that same advice this time?” Mary cried out.

Kathleen pondered the thought of her dating the big gangster. It was such a wild thought to her, she immediately was drawn out of it. Mary watched, then stated in a convincing tone, “He’s so handsome, Kathleen.”

“Look, I’m going to go grab a round of shots or something for us so by the time I come back, you two will have moved onto a different topic,” said Kathleen, standing up and out of her chair. She moved to the nearby bar and ordered some drinks for her and her friends. The bartender kindly told her the drinks were on the house from here on out for her and her girl friends. She questioned the bartender. “How? Why?” He quickly glanced to a person just a few seats away from your current position. Kathleen didn’t get the hint so he glanced and nodded his head towards the same direction. Kathleen slowly moved her attention to a familiar face: Reggie.

Reggie met her eyes and slowly walked towards Kathleen. He leaned in close to her face when he met her and turned his head so he can easily whisper into her ear. “I hope to see you here more often,” he said, quietly. She got chills hearing his low voice vibrating through her. “And I hope to get to know you better, Kathleen.” He locked eyes with her.

Don’t count it, she thought. This will probably be my only night out in a few months.

“What brings you out, tonight, Kathleen?” Reggie asked. Kathleen couldn’t help but notice that he said her name a lot. Did he like her or did he really just like her name?

“Well,” she stopped, remembering to use Reggie rather than Mr. Kray like she was going to, “Reggie, I’m here tonight because I haven’t had much time in recent months to go out like this with my friends.”

Eager to find out more, Reggie carried on, “Why haven’t you had the time, love?” WHERE are those drinks??? Kathleen thought.

“My grandmother had a stroke years ago which rendered her right arm and leg paralyzed.” She had told this story many times, each time didn’t seem to get easier as she’s always had so much love for her grandmother, the memory of the phone call at work still frightens her. However, in front of a complete stranger, she kept her cool and the tears back. “She means a lot to me. I used to have a job bartending,” she ushered to the glass bar she leaned on. “However, I felt too bad leaving her alone while I worked for countless hours during the night. I quit that job and I’ve been taking care of her ever since.”

True to current fashion, he continued asking questions. “That’s very sweet of you, darling. How long ago had you quit your job?”

How long ago did I ask for those THREE drinks? “Thank you, Reggie.” He smiled hearing her say his name. “I think that was almost a year ago…” She slowly nodded, thinking of the math. “Yep.” She silently begged for this conversation to be cut off by the bartender, handing her their drinks. It's not that she wasn’t interested, no. She was very much adoring his very existence, his curiosity and his looks. She was just wondering how such a man was able to make her incredibly shy. She had never felt this way before in front of a person, let alone a famous entity. She felt her stomach doing flips any time she met his gaze or heard him talk. What was it about Reggie Kray that was making her not normal?

“I believe those drinks are yours, Kathleen,” he said, dragging her out of her thoughts.

Thank the good Lord, she thought. She grabbed the tray containing those, apparently, difficult to make drinks. “I gotta get back to my friends. Thanks for the company, Reggie. And thanks for the drinks.” She thanked the bartender and started walking to her no doubt cold seat. He gladly watched her.

The night danced on and the girls drank like the world was ending. If the drinks were free, probably just for the night, then they’ll take Reggie up on that offer. Minute by minute, hour by hour, slowly, the happy-go-lucky drunkards, the spent couples, and all the other club goers left for the night. One by one, the club became bare. All were gone except the three well intoxicated girls and the club’s crew, cleaning and surely wishing these girls would leave so they can close. One of the girls must have realized there was no more music than the music they made up drunkenly because they finally grabbed their purses and coats and headed outside. Christine hailed for a car a couple times to take them all home. She managed to get one taker. Before she got in, Christine checked her pocket, then her purse. She realized she forgot her cigarette case inside the club. She asked if Kathleen could run in and grab it. Kathleen hurriedly ran inside. She looked everywhere, left and right, up and down and all around her table.

Amidst her search, she heard a man clear his throat. She stood and turned around and of course… Reggie. He was holding her good friend’s silver floral embossed case. She happily sighed and walked his direction. She thanked him and kindly took the case from his hands.

“It was very nice to meet you tonight, Kathleen,” he said, gently.

She responded, “It was nice to meet you, too, Reggie.”

“Have a good night, love.” He winked and flashed a smile to her.

“Good night, Reggie.” Now, it was her turn to enjoy saying the other’s name.

She turned on her heels and left. “See you soon,” he told himself. He, soon after, went to close and lock the doors for the night.

Mary was the first to be dropped off at home. They bid their goodbyes. Then, Christine was dropped off. She paid for their ride. She bid her goodbye to Kathleen and they hugged. They promised to call each other more often. Kathleen was the last to be taken home. She thanked the driver and told him to have a goodnight. He drove off for his next customer.

Kathleen stood outside her door step, thinking back on the events that occurred that night. She could hardly believe she had a conversation with the Reggie Kray. She smiled at the thought. Maybe she would make this a biweekly occurrence with her girls. Was she doing it for her girls, or for some selfish reasons revolving around the gangster, she pondered. She grabbed her keys from her purse, unlocked the front door, stepped inside and locked it. She knew she had nothing in her jacket pockets but she always had to check them anyway. She had a present unbeknownst to her: a business card. She couldn’t read the text in the dimly lit living room so she walked over to a nearby lamp and turned it on. She struggled to read it what with all the alcohol preventing her skill. The card listed his full name, location of his club, and a telephone number. She didn’t worry about calling him as she was certain she would be seeing him very soon. With that new information and from the events of that night, Kathleen Smith would go to sleep with a grin plastered over her face.

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