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theshelbyclan · 2 years

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Partners in Crime

Summary: Against Polly’s advice, Tommy decides the only way to deal with Teddy is to involve her in the business to some degree (part 10)

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A/N: After the last fluffy chapter, I couldn’t really go back to Teddy being kept out of the loop forever. Besides, I think we all know that eventually Teddy will be the one who will take of the business XD Also, there’s a lot of tea in this chapter, maybe my cravings are becoming a bit too apparent… Either way, a lot is happening in the episode, so another tumultuous one. Let me know what you think! Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 Words: 4168 ***

Every morning at 5 AM, the milk man did his rounds, even in Small Heath. Many people couldn’t afford it, but for those that could, he went passed the houses and delivered directly from the milk cans. Oftentimes, kids hung around him, trying to earn a penny by helping him carry the heavy cans. Sometimes, he indulged them. Even during the war, the milk round remained on of the few aspects of normal life that continued on. Teddy used to run after him ever since she’d learned of his existence, because in those years, when people had too much on their minds, no one noticed a five-year-old little girl. But Teddy wasn’t after a job for the day; she used to try and steal a bottle from the back of the cart, often succeeding as well.

Now the Shelby’s were richer and more powerful, so there was no longer any need to steal milk. But old habits die hard, which was why Teddy proudly came walking into the kitchen with a bottle of milk. John grinned broadly at her and pulled her onto his lap. “Just what I needed,” he said, “Only bloody barbarians drink their tea without milk, right?”

“John?” Teddy asked, “Where’s Arthur? Is he with dad?” “Don’t call him ‘dad’,” John’s face fell, “He’s not your dad, alright? He left mum even before you were born and hasn’t come back since. We needed him then and he fucking left us.” Teddy had about a million questions, but she sensed that John didn’t like to talk about it. Of course, Teddy had always known her father was a bad man and after meeting him, all of her suspicions were confirmed. Still, he was her father and his absence had left something aching inside of her. She’d never known her mother either, she’d died weeks after her birth, but she knew of her. This all meant that Teddy Shelby was effectively an orphan, and as much as she loved her brothers and aunt, she could never be entirely whole.

“What was he like?” Teddy couldn’t contain herself. John sighed and eventually answered, “He beat the shit out of us, Teddy. Always gone, always drunk and when he was at home, his anger made the woodwork groan. Mum bore the brunt of it, Tommy sometimes tried to distract him, to spare her a little. Arthur looked up to him in a way, but he got beaten the most. Something about being the oldest. Dad always was fucking with his head.” “What about you and Ada?” “We became good at hiding,” John chewed his toothpick and squinted a little, “Ada used to crawl under the table and refused to come out until he’d been gone for over an hour. One time, I tried to get him off mum and he held my hand against the furnace until it started smoking,” John held us his hand and for the first time, Teddy noticed the old scars, still visible. “He’s not a good man, Teddy.” “What’s this?” Aunt Polly demanded as she entered, “Why are you telling her about him?” “She asked, Aunt Polly.” Teddy bowed her head and tried to find a way to deal with all of these confliction emotions, but it wasn’t easy for the ten-year-old. Polly looked sternly at her and shortly said, “Forget about him. He’s my brother and I wouldn’t piss on him if he was on fire.”

“But I want a dad too!” Teddy suddenly called out, emotion exploding out. Polly leaned over the youngest Shelby, not in an intimidating manner, but just to make herself very clear, “You’ve got brothers, Teddy, and trust me, they’re a lot more fucking valuable than that sad excuse for a man.”

“We not good enough for you?” John joked. “Yeah, you are…” Teddy smiled up at him, not wanting to make him upset. Polly looked from John to Teddy and filled in the blanks out loud, “But it’s not the same.” “Did you get the milk?” she then asked, to try and distract them both. Proudly, Teddy held up the bottle. And John smiled again, deciding to let go of whatever memories his father had brought back, “Yeah, where would be without our Teddy-girl!” For a few more moments, Teddy and John played and laughed together in the kitchen. Then he pushed her off his lap again, saying he had more work to do, and telling her to go play. Happily, like she was any other child, Teddy skipped off and went outside. Back on the streets, she thought of things to do. She was no longer fighting with Tommy, which made her mind all the more lighter. So, meeting up with a few other kids, they decided to play spies, Teddy’s favourite game, and go to the Chinese laundry. Once inside, she and a few others played hide and seek, with the added thrill of possibly being chased out by the workers. Bathed in red light, Teddy hid in between the new suits and listened for the count. But instead, she heard her brother’s voice. Peering out, she saw that copper and Teddy forgot all about the other kids. “With these guns as bait, who knows what we’ll catch,” he said. Teddy immediately understood he was talking about the robbery, but why he was working with this copper, she couldn’t understand. Wasn’t he the enemy? Cynically, she heard Campbell say, “So, I’d be solving a problem for you.” And Tommy replied with, “And I’d be winning you that medal.” Campbell laughed, “If I get a medal, I would have your initials engraved on the backside” Teddy saw Tommy turn his head and he smiled cockily, “My initials on your backside. That’s quite an image.” This made Teddy snort, and she quickly covered her mouth with her hand at the sound. Tommy’s head flew in her direction, however, and he excused himself with Campbell, who then walked away. Tommy took two steps towards her and easily fished his youngest sister out of the clothing racks. “Look what I found,” he commented, lowering his voice. “Me,” Teddy replied, sheepishly. “You,” he repeated, “Teddy, what the hell are you doing here?” “Playing hide and seek?” “Well, you’re found. Come with me,” and Teddy had no choice but to follow him as he still had hold on the cuff of her blouse. But he didn’t seem too angry this time. On their way home, Teddy bombarded him with questions, “What did you want with that copper? Why did he say he’s solving a problem? What problem, Tommy? Are you giving him the guns? Why? Is he paying us? John told me you were at the Garrison, is that true? Did he tell you about the copper? Did you tell the copper about him? Why are we working with coppers now, Tommy? I thought, we don’t like coppers, right? Where are the guns now? Is this about the robbery?” Suddenly, Tommy halted and stopped Teddy in the middle of the street. He held up one finger and drilled holes into her with his eyes. Immediately, Teddy understood, and she lowered her voice, “The robbery’s not spoken of. Sorry, Tommy, I forgot. But…” “Nope!” he cut her off and continued walking, “No more questions!” “But I only have one or two questions!” she protested, sort of jogging after him and his long legs. “You had about twenty just now!” Teddy panted and tried to keep up with him, “But I only want to know…” “Everything!” her brother called out, “You only want to know everything, right? Not a single day goes by and there you are, asking me a million fucking questions, because you want to know about everything.” For a moment, Teddy was afraid he would get mad again, like he did before. But then he picked her up and carried her into the house with him. Together, they walked through the crowd of people at the betting shop and into the kitchen, where Tommy dumped her down onto the table and poured himself some whiskey. “Can I have some whiskey?” Teddy asked, “What does it taste like?” “Absolutely fucking not, it tastes like shit, Teddy.” But even Tommy didn’t think for a second she would believe him. So, he decided to try and distract her by giving her what she wanted, “Alright, go on, you can ask me a few questions.” Teddy sat up, beaming, and tried to think of the best question to ask first. So, she wanted to know, “Who did you meet at the Garrison?” Tommy sank down in a chair and lit a cigarette, resigned to be interrogated, “Who says I met anyone there?” “John said you went to the Garrison, so you told John you were going, but if you were only going there for that girl, you wouldn’t tell John. So, you went to meet with someone and then you talked to that copper and all of this started after you told me about the robbery, even though we’re not speaking of it, but after that thing we’re not speaking of, you were angry all the time and busy, so if you had time to go to the Garrison and meet someone, it was about the guns and that’s why you’re like this now.” Tommy coughed a short laugh, “I confess. I met someone at the Garrison.” “Who, Tommy?” “You know, you should really consider becoming a copper yourself, Teddy. You’d do great with unwilling suspects.” “Fuck coppers,” Teddy said quickly, “Tommy, I want to kno-ow,” she whined, “Who did you meet?” He blew away some smoke and not really sure why he was telling her this, he said, “Someone called Byrne.” But Teddy’s logic didn’t stop there, “Did he want the guns?” “Yes.” “Why?” “Because he’s IRA. The IRA is an organisation…” “I know what the IRA is, Tommy,” Teddy quickly cut him off, “Like the man that got shot by a woman the other day.” Her brother frowned, “Where did you hear that?” “Nancy told me,” Teddy said, matter-of-factly, “Is he dangerous?” “Byrne? Yes, he is.” “And that’s why you went to that copper?” the little girl’s eyes grew big with disbelief, “Did you shop an IRA man to the coppers, Tommy?”

“Not really,” Tommy explained, “I’m playing a double bluff.” Teddy furrowed her brows and was silent for a while, very uncharacteristically, and eventually asked, full of criticism, “Is that smart, Tommy?” His sister made him laugh, “Not sure, sweetheart, but after tonight, I’ll know.”

Opening her mouth again, Teddy didn’t get a chance to ask her next dozen questions, because a young boy came in and handed Tommy a piece of paper. Her brother folded it open and read the message. Then he told Teddy, “I need to get things ready. Now, I know you have more questions, I can’t answer them all now. God knows if I’ll even live long enough... But after tonight, if I don’t get shot or anything, I’ll find you, eh?” Teddy sat up to protest, but he was already out the door. *** That evening, Teddy couldn’t sleep. She’d already counted all of the fucking sheep known to England and it hadn’t helped. She’d told Polly about her concerns, but she’d just told her to keep out of it. Finn on the other hand, had been very ready to answer all of Teddy’s questions as the much wiser older brother, but unfortunately, he had none of the answers. Her thoughts kept coming back to Ada and the baby, to Arthur and to her father. Finally, exhaustion took over and she drifted off to sleep.

When she woke up, she found Tommy sitting on the side of her bed. He’d watched her sleep and thought about how peaceful she looked, how small, how sweet, and how very different she was when awake. And indeed, as soon as she opened her eyes, a determined look came into her eyes and Tommy braced himself to be bombarded with questions once again. So, he decided to ask the first one, “You and Finn have your own beds. Why do you never use them?” As per usual, both Shelby’s slept huddled together under one blanket in one bed. “Cold,” Teddy shrugged. She was a Shelby after all and sleeping alone wasn’t anything they were used to.

Her brother mused, “I should take you out on the January some time, it’s been too long since you got to be a proper gyspy kid.” Teddy shot up, “Now! Can we go now, Tommy? Please, I’m really sick of Watery Lane!” He laughed shortly, “Nope. I have business first, Teddy. Come with me. And be quiet, don’t wake up Finn.” But both knew you could fire a canon in that small bedroom and still Finn wouldn’t wake up. Teddy followed Tommy down the stairs and into the front room. Only then, in the light of that parlour, did Teddy notice his face was all bruised and she saw a few specks of blood on his temple. Seriously, she commented, “So, it didn’t work, Tommy.” “No,” he sighed and he lit another cigarette, “It didn’t fucking work.” “That copper fucked us over,” Teddy concluded, and her brother nodded in reply.

“Did he beat you, Tommy?” “No.” “Did you sell them the guns?” He shook his head, “I lied about where they are. The coppers were supposed to come in and arrest them, but they were late. Like the fucking cavalry back in France. And then Grace took the shot and everything went to fucking hell.” “You were with the barmaid,” she stated, “Why are you always with the barmaid?” “Why not?” “I don’t trust her. She’s a liar, Tommy, and she…”

That’s when Aunt Polly walked in and Teddy stopped talking and looked up. She took one look at her nephew and niece and warned, “If this is what I think it is, Thomas, I forbid it.” Tommy looked at her with raised eyebrows, seemingly asking her: what do you think this is? Polly elaborated, “Theodora is only ten and she’s far too young to be involved in anything.” “Well, if you have any suggestions on how to keep her out of anything, I’ll happily take your advice, Pol.” “Don’t call me Theodora!” Teddy slumped down in her chair and sighed theatrically, “And I’m not involved in anything. Tommy would rather be with that barmaid than with me…” “Is that true, Thomas?” Tommy cleared his throat and looked away. Then he tried to change to subject, “I’m taking Teddy out onto the January, Pol. When all this is done.” But his aunt wasn’t so easy, “Why?” “She needs to learn how to skin a rabbit for starters. Light her own fires…” “I can light a fire!” A high-pitched voice interrupted. “…with wet wood. I want to teach her how to steer as well. Maybe even get a horse onto the boat. She needs to become a proper Shelby now that she’s growing up.” “Is that nostalgia I hear, Thomas?” Polly asked. He shrugged a maybe at that. So, she said, “Fine. But becoming a proper Shelby is just that: boats and horses and fires. No talk of robberies or guns or any of the business. I mean it, Tommy, I don’t want you talking to Teddy about it.” “No, Pol, the robbery’s not spoken of,” Tommy repeated, but he winked at Teddy when Aunt Polly didn’t see.

And when she’d left, Teddy said, with a twinkle in her eyes,” You lied to Aunt Polly!” “Yes, you taught me well. Now, I need your help, Teddy. I need your advice, because you were right, that copper wasn’t to be trusted and now I have to decide what to do next…” Quietly, the two siblings talked about all the things not spoken of. Tommy explained to her all the bargaining chips he had left and the different possibilities he saw. Teddy asked her thousand questions and somehow, that made things clearer for him: through her eyes, he could see the weak spots in his plans. He told her who was involved, where the guns were and what his plans for London were. And, of course, Teddy offered her help. She even came up with her very own strategy, one that Tommy would consider. In the end, they made the solemn promise to each other not to tell Polly about any of this. Then they went their separate ways, as partners in crime. *** Playing two-up was officially forbidden by law, an outlawed form of gambling, which was why all the kids played it in Small Heath. Teddy tossed her coin and jumped up into the air as she’d won. In the mud in front of the Garrison, she could oversee the whole street, and that’s how she liked it. Suddenly, she noticed her brother Finn running her way. “What’s wrong?” She asked him, abandoning her game at once. Finn panted and explained, “Tommy took me to the grave at St. Andrews. We’ve lost them, Teddy.” Obviously, Teddy had filled Finn in about everything she’d learned the days before. She’d promised Tommy to keep it a secret, but he’d have to understand that Finn didn’t count. She and Finn shared everything.

Together, the two of them hung around inside the pub, waiting, but also just passing the time. “Go and get me a few more buckets, will you?” Harry ordered them about, “There’s a sixpence in it for you if you don’t spill any!” And quickly they got to work. Grace watched the two of them. In her own way, she’d taken a liking to the youngest Shelby’s. Like small, feral rats, they seemed to be a part of Small Heath, like the bricks and the houses were. They’d never known anything else, she realised, and this was their kingdom. Pity they would get caught up in what was to come as well.

Tommy entered the Garrison, ruffled Finn’s hair for a second and asked Teddy where her shoes were, but without waiting for an answer, he then took Grace into the back. Teddy grabbed a glass from the bar and tried to listen in on the conversation. “What’s he saying?” her brother hissed. “Can’t hear,” Teddy groaned, “Everyone’s too fucking loud in here. Something about the copper?” Both kids turned as they heard shouts from the streets pouring in through the open doors. And Finn called out, “The police are here!”

At once, Teddy threw away the glass and busted through the door, “The police are in the lane, Tommy!”

“Teddy, you and Finn go on home, alright? Go now! No arguing with me, I don’t have the time, you do as your told for fucking once,” he bit in a slight panic. Then added, “I’ll need to lay low for a bit, you tell your aunt what happened, alright? I promise I’ll be fine.” But when she saw that it was Grace who then took Tommy away and out the back of the Garrison, Teddy’s worries only grew.

Meanwhile, chaos had descended upon Watery Lane. Finn and Teddy ran outside, where they saw the police invading every house. Obviously looking for someone, they grabbed every man and woman and threw them out onto the streets. When they tried to break open the doors to their house, Teddy jumped forwards, intend on fighting the police force herself. Finn grabbed her and wrestled her back inside the Garrison. Suddenly strong, Teddy couldn’t fight him off her, but still she tried with all her might. But her brother had her arm in some kind of deadlock and had the most determined look on his face, “No, Teddy. It’s not safe. I’m your brother and I told you ‘no’.” Teddy cursed in a manner far beyond her years, but she still couldn’t free herself. Sometimes it seemed like Finn was the younger one, often looking at Teddy for advice, but on rare occasions, he decided. When he was certain of what needed to be done, especially when he felt he needed to protect his little sister, he was stronger. Then the police burst in through the doors of the Garrison. Fear washed over Teddy as she saw the inspector and he asked after Tommy. But her big brother wasn’t afraid. Finn told him, “You’ll never find him.” Teddy had never been more in awe of him than she was in that very moment. But when Campbell told them to go home, they both ran as quickly as their little legs could carry them. Back at home, the two of them barely said a word to each other. Instinctively, they knew everything had gone wrong, and there was nothing they could do about it. It wasn’t until after Aunt Polly had held them both, they fell asleep on her lap on the sofa. *** The next morning, Polly tried to distract them with chores and school, but they weren’t interested in the slightest. Especially when Arthur showed up and Aunt Polly deliberately kept them away from him, they became even more persistent. And Polly had had enough. She was nervous enough as it was. So, when she found the two of them in front of the fire, smoking, she clipped their ears and send them up to bed without supper. About an hour later, Teddy crept down the stairs again. She was hungry, but all she could find was tea. Tea would have to do for now. Suddenly, she noticed Arthur sitting by the fire. But he didn’t look up when she approached. Maybe he hadn’t seen her? Loud steps echoed through the house and purely out of habit, Teddy hid behind the curtains.

Tommy walked in and pulled aside Arthur’s collar to examine what looked like rope marks to Teddy. She wondered how he’d gotten hurt. Finally, Arthur spoke, “So Polly told you.”

“Yep,” Tommy answered, and he poured himself some tea. That’s when Teddy looked down and realised she was still holding her teacup behind the curtain. Silently, she took a little sip. Still warm. “You should’ve used a gun,” Tommy said, and it was like the ground fell out from underneath Teddy. Arthur tried to hurt himself?

Her oldest brother growled, “Are you laughing at me, Tommy?” “Yeah.” Arthur looked away and Tommy continued, “Just when things are starting to go right, Arthur, you try and do this.” Tommy laughed, “Don’t you like fancy parties? Or, um, champagne? Or fast cars? And how about this.” He showed Arthur a piece of paper, “Your name on a business card.”

“Shelby Brothers, Limited. Arthur Shelby. Associate bookmaker,” Arthur read.

“I just had them picked up from the printers this morning. You’re one of three shareholders. Me, you, John. And according to the law, we are equal partners. And it is written in the paperwork in black and white. A third, a third, a third.” Tommy sat back and joked, “But the thing is, well, me and John, we quite fancy splitting your share, so… just next time, use a gun, man.”

Arthur finally laughed and Tommy smiled broadly. Then Arthur turned his head and called out, “You can come out now, princess.” Careful not to spill her tea, Teddy showed herself, “I wasn’t sure if you’d seen me.” “Ah Teddy,” he said, “Little spy. I always check every cupboard and curtain of every room I’m in, because usually, you’re there.” He wasn’t wrong.

Teddy put down her tea and carefully climbed up on Arthur’s lap. Then she hugged him for a while, not knowing what to say. She didn’t quite understand and what she did understand, there were no words for. So, she didn’t say any.

Tommy watched them both and continued, “Our men at the station tell me that copper is leaving town.” He leaned forward into Arthur, “We’re in the clear. We’re on our way up in the world, brother. Believe me.” Both brothers hugged with Teddy sandwiched in between.

In a small voice, Teddy eventually said, “Don’t do it again, Arthur.” “I won’t. I’m sorry about that, princess.” “Not even if Tommy tells you to because he wants your share.” “Ah, he’s only joking,” Arthur laughed. “Well, it’s not funny.” Tommy coughed once and looked down, “Understood. Next time, we’ll just get you to cheer Arthur up, eh?” “Yes,” Teddy cuddled up even closer to Arthur. She wasn’t closest to him by any means, but he was still her brother and she couldn’t bear the thought of him being gone. Not after the war, when she thought they’d never come back. Not now. “She is a good spy though, Tom. Maybe we could use her,” he joked Tommy nodded and continued drinking his tea. More serious, he said, “Me and Teddy have already discussed strategies.” Teddy looked proudly up at Arthur, who questioned, “Does Polly know?”

“You can’t tell her,” she quickly said, “She’d kill us.”

Arthur looked at Tommy as if to say: she’ll do more than that.

But his brother waved a hand, “It’s all under control, Arthur. Just let me do the thinking.”

“And me,” Teddy quickly added, searching for a business card that had her name on it in the newly printed stack, “I’m part of the business now too.”

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look-at-the-soul · 2 years

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500 followers, 500 thank yous’!!!!

What?! Can’t believe this, I never thought I’d reach 10, let alone 500!!!

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Trust me, I now recognize each of the ones constantly sharing the stories, the ones leaving lovely messages part after part, the anonymous comments and I treasure everyone of you.

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michaelgraysmustache · 2 years

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Here’s to Complex Feelings

Jack Nelson x OC/Reader (Carmen Nelson) x Ada Thorne

SUMMARY: You and Jack Nelson married when you were 21, it was marriage of convince and safety. You, a queer woman, needed a beard and he needed a wife who he could trust and understood that he’d never be monogamous. Things get complicated when you both taken on Ada Thorne as a lover.

WARNINGS: none

A/N: Told through a series of time skips because I’ve really enjoyed how @zablife ‘s Little Harlot is told.

GIF CREDITS: Jack & Ada are by @retromafia / @peakywomen

– 1934 – London, England

“You’re Catholic, Mr. Shelby?” Jack’s voice echoed against the air and marble of the holy building, “I hoped by suggesting we meet in church it might make us both more cautious.” He explained that the way Catholics were treated in America angered him, made him the man, the monster he was today. Men like Thomas and Jack were just good men who did bad things to help their friends and family out of poverty.

Jack Nelson and Tommy Shelby paced around an empty London church, like two animals waiting for the other to pounce first. Both men believed themselves to be too honorable to move first. It was a lie they’d tell themselves to fall asleep at night, I am a good man and I am doing the right thing.

They spouted nonsense in the shadows of a God they only partially believed in. They doubted each other’s earnestness when it came to the business of Fascists. What did two working-class Catholics want a lunch with the fascists for? Each of them tried to figure the other out, the non-answers were getting on each other’s nerves so Tommy finally made a move, revealing some of his hand.

“I’ve done some research on you, Mr. Nelson,” Tommy began to say as he walked past Jack, taking the lead in both the conversation and their walk. “You seem to have a very close relationship with you wife,” Jack tensed at the mention of his wife, wondering what would follow, “You go to church together every Sunday, hold hands as you walk through the park. She’s here with you, in London, yet everywhere you go, Gina is on your arm.”

“What are you getting at, Mr. Shelby?” Jack asked, not liking that the conversation was lingering on his dearly beloved. “My wife came to London to enjoy herself and keep me company. She doesn’t need to be bored by the business.” He explained, “Gina wants to learn about politics and business and who am I to deny the ambition of a young woman. Plus, she wants to show me London. She had a wonderful time here with your cousin,” The American gangsters had learned a lot about Thomas from Michael Gray in the few years they had spent together. “Although I hear that her reception from the family was less than warm. Can you explain that, Mr. Shelby? It hurts my feelings that my sweet niece was not treated well. I have treated Michael very well. Our two families are kin now, yet you still hold me at an arm's length away, Mr. Shelby. I just hope that one day we can call each other Jack and Tommy, like old friends.” Jack waited for a response, but Tommy only continued on with his script, his monologue.

“Will you bring your wife to the meeting of like-minded individuals?” Fascists was the word Thomas avoided. He wanted to know if the elusive Mrs. Nelson was going to make an appearance, he had significant trouble tracking down information about her despite all of his connections in America. All he had was Carmen Nelson. Everyone’s silence had been bought by Jack. And judging by the way Jack paused every time her name was mentioned, she meant a great deal to him. “I’d like to meet her. I wonder if she knows of your…how many is it now” He made a show of looking up looking for a piece of parchment. “Ah yes, 5. Does she know about your five current mistresses

TARA H. DONE

MARGRETTE MCMAHON

ANNIE FLINT

MABEL CAHILL

IRENE DAVIS

Doesn’t the bible condone cheating and premarital sex, Mr. Nelson? I think God would be very displeased with you for sending all those young women to hell.”

Jack chuckled, his laugh loundened by the empty building, echoing into the shadows. “It would be wise for you not to throw stones from glass houses, Mr. Shelby. You shouldn’t go sticking your nose where it doesn't belong.”

“Does Mrs. Nelson get the same privilege as you? Does she get to fuck men outside of her marriage?”

“No, Mr. Shelby she does not. Why are you curious? Are you asking because you’re interested?”

“I might be, I’d have to see her first. Just know that as a socalist, I am in full support of sharing.”

“So then why do you keep the company of Fascists, Mr. Shelby?” he was trying to get the conversation away from his wife and back to politics.

“I am a politician, I have friends on all sides of the political spectrum. What do you, a good working-class catholic man, want with the Fascists?”

“I want to know what they’re up to. What they’re planning. Mr. Roosevelt thinks that the British government is sympathetic and even fostering Fascist ideals.”

“You find their rise to power inevitable. Why get involved?”

Jack was sick of this round about talking. He wanted to get to the point, “I could ask you the same thing, Mr. Shelby. You work for Churchill, a man who undoubtedly hates this new political movement. Why would speak a Fascists rallies and befriend Mr. Oswald Mosely?” Thomas was about to answer when Jack cut him off. “ – Now before you lie to me in this house of God I would like to let you know that someone close to you has told me your true intentions. That you are double-crossing the IRA and Fascists. I would like to join you” Jack could feel the anger and confusion emanating from Tommy, “I know all of this because of Ada.” As soon as her name escaped his lips Tommy lunged at Jack.

“Liar. You keep my sister’s name out of your mouth.” Jack caught Tommy and held him close in a bear hug. The Peaky Blinder struggled to break free but it was no use, age and sleepless nights had weakened him.

“If you revisit your list of my lovers you will find that TARA H. DONE is an anagram for Ada Thorne. That is so long because it is not a list of my lovers but a list of mine AND my wife’s lovers. We keep most of them separate but your Ada is very special to us.” Tommy stopped squirming so Jack let him go, “You better be calm now because I’d hate to have to shoot that beautiful face of yours in a house of worship.”

Thomas Shelby ignored the joke and stares at the letters TARAHDONE….ADA THORNE. ‘Fuck.’ he thought to himself, how did he miss that? How did he not know that Ada was involved with this man…and his wife…. The information was too much to process and Tommy just stared down at the piece of paper in confusion.

“It’s a lot to take in, I know. My marriage Carmen is a blessed one. Not only is she my best friend but she knows that I will have my affairs and that she is free to have hers. All you need to know about her is that if you ever threaten her I will kill you. My wife will not be put in harm's way.” Jack didn’t take threats to his wife lightly. “As for why you haven’t seen her, she’s been visiting Ada and Karl. It’s been so long since she’s seen them.”

Jack genuflected before the altar and turned to leave. Tommy was still stuck in his tracks.

“You lying, Fuck–”

“Watch it Mr. Shelby, this is God’s house.” he smiled, pointing to the heavens. “And if you don’t believe me, go over to Ada’s house, you can meet my beautiful wife.” “Jack was almost out the door before he turned around and said, “That is if she isn’t in between your sister's legs at the moment.”

– 1915 — Boston, Massachusetts, USA

You met Jack Nelson for the first time when you were children. Long before his name meant anything at all. Before uttering it at any volume about whisper stroke fear into people’s hearts. Before crowds parted before him. Before he was a God amongst men and a hero to the American Catholics. Your families grew up close to each other in an a diverse immigrant neighborhood, you played together, worked together, and went to school together.

Now both 21, Jack had formed a powerful gang and several successful businesses with older brothers Diego and Gael. You hadn’t done much, mostly float from job to job. Right now you were a housekeeper for a senator.

Today, Tuesday was your day off, Jack had insisted on taking you to lunch in the new club that he owned. He wanted to catch up and get your opinion on the food. “Jack, this place looks wonderful,” you smiled looking around the club diner that would open in a few weeks. He pulled you in for a quick kiss on the cheek hello.

“Not as wonderful as you look, Doll,” he teased with a wide toothed grin. Jack Neslon knew that wouldn’t work on you but he tried anyway. The two of you sat down and food was brought out to you. Throughout the meal you continued to talk.

“So…” he looked around to make sure that the cook and server had gone into the back to the kitchen. “I broke things off with Emma…”

“Oh?” you sighed in confusion, “I thought that you were getting ready propose to her.”

“I was but…” he trailed off again, clearly ashamed or upset by that he was about say, “she was cheating on me and ran off with some other guy.” You wanted to point to him that he was also cheating on her with a slew of other women, but you didn’t need to. Your eyes said it for you. “Don’t look at me like that. Everyone knows that I am a man who can’t be tamed.” You rolled your eyes and brought a spoonful of soup to your mouth. “Are you seeing anyone, Carm? We always talk about my dating life what have you been up to?”

You liked it that way, no one asking about who you were seeing. “No, I’m not seeing anyone…I’m never seeing anyone.”

“Why?” Jack asked curiously, tilting his head. You couldn’t help buy laugh. You had been friends ofr twenty-one years and he never asked you why you didn’t date. He was always too busy talking about his own sex-life to ask about yours.

“Do I have to spell it out for your Jack? We’ve known each other for 21 years and in all that time have I ever talked about a man?...” You looked at him, waiting for some kind of response but all you got where his cloudy blue eyes staring back at you begin for an explanation. Now it was your turn to look around for the staff, paranoid of what might happen if someone overheard you. “I like women…”

Jack stared at you, unable to hide the shock on his face.

“Did you really no know?” you asked, eyes rolling, annoyed that he never even suspected. You two had been attached at the hip since you were five, and he never once thought to question why you didn’t like men. It was a secret that you kept well, but you thought that if anyone would have known it would have been him. Your anger filled the silenced of the room until Jack’s voice cut the tension.

“Well…I kind of always thought that you were waiting for me or something” he started laughing and soon you were joining him.

“No, I’m sitting at home all day like your broads, waiting for you to give them a call,” you teased.

“Really? Never? Come on, Carmen. You’re hurting my feelings here,” he pressed a hand to heart in pretend pain.

“Once when were 15 you let your hair get really long and I thought that was kind of cute,” you laughed, “but then you cut it all off.” Jack rolled his eyes and playfully tossed his napkin at you. It had been a long time since you laughed this hard.

“Why don’t you date women? It’s 1910s, the world is changing. You’ve been with me at parties, seen men with men and women with women.” It was true, in larger young people could be with whomever they wanted. Still though, you were nervous of what your family and the people at church might think.

You explained this to him and added, “I can’t…It’s better if I don’t. If worse comes to worse I’m sure there is a convent in need of some nuns.”

“Now that plants a very naughty image in my brain, Carmen.” His bold laugh could be heard throughout the building. “I just want you to know that you can let yourself be happy and go after the things that you want. I’ll keep you safe.”

You smiled, thankful for the kind of friendship you had with him. The two of you finished up your food and parted ways.

The next day, you were busy at work when one of your coworkers said that Jack Nelson was on the phone asking for you. Excitement and worry filled your body. Why was he calling you at work? Was he whisking you away to some party tonight or delivering bad news?

A warm smiled flashed across your face when you heard him say, “Hello Doll, I’ve got a great idea.”

“Yeah?” you ask.

“We should get married!”

#jack nelson fanfic #jack nelson imagine #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders imagine #ada thorne fanfic #ada thorne imagine #jack nelson #jack nelson x oc #jack nelson x oc x ada thorne #ada throne x oc #* my fics

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tanalolo · 2 years

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Idk prolly I need some rewatching, but if I can rightly recollect from my faint memory...

Gif by @thesoldiersminute

This scene was not like this in the actual scene. Like it had some weird far-away shot showing their backs.

Also this scene here...

It is such a popular pic on internet but I remember this scene being kinda like👇

Gif by @retromafia

So are they like deleted scenes which were good enough to be alternatives? Or they were in the scenes and it was me who didn't notice 😭

#if they r deleted...then it's bad cuz they were more aesthetic #peaky blinders #tommy shelby #grace burgess #may carleton #s1 #s2

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thesoldiersminute · 2 years

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Hello! Please can I request an imagine of Tommy x Reader, Tommy stands up for reader after being picked on at the Garrison? Thank you xxx

Hi! I don't write fics (only doing gifs) but these wonderful people do:

@peakyswritings @look-at-the-soul @madame-wilsonn @amysteryspot @celticmelody @runnning-outof-time @vintunnavaa @theshelbyclan @peakysabrina @retromafia

#ask box #dandelionprints

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teenwolf-theoriginals · 2 years

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ask game

tag nine people you want to know better

thanks for the tag @zablife ♥︎

fave colour: light, pastel blue

currently reading: the complete history of jack the ripper by philip sugden

last song: me myself & i by 5 seconds of summer (5sos)

last series: currently watching black sails (if you couldn’t tell from my most recent gifs, ahaha)

last movie: i actually can’t remember, i don’t watch movies that often anymore

sweet/spicy/savory: sweet or savory

currently working on: splitting time between five tommy fics that are in my drafts. we’ll see which ones get done, ahaha

tagging (don’t have to do this if you don’t want to): @thisgameissonintendo @fefe-marty @madrielite @retromafia @alreadybroken-ts

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sansaorgana · 1 year

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Hello! Sorry if you've already answered this in the past but I was just wondering why you stopped posting on retromafia?

Hi! I'm still posting on my main blog, just not much of a fandom stuff bc I decided to move fandom stuff to this blog and keep the main blog for aesthetics, quotes, vintage clothes, memes and such things. I didn't like the mess my main blog looked like with everything mixed there especially since I started posting about more fandoms. ☺️

I've changed my main blog's url since it was no longer about gangster movies and tv shows + I was kinda bored of it. I'm fond of this url, though, so I kept it as a sideblog and made it into a gifs archive. All my fanfics posted previously on my main blog are still on AO3.

#lovely anons #sansaorgana: Answered

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evita-shelby · 2 years

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Objection

Gif by @retromafia

I've been dying to write a scene where someone objects at a wedding and I've been really bored lately so have one on me

Tw: mentions of roofing someone and sexual assault

You couldn’t let him do this.

Not after you discovered how Grace had schemed to tear the two of you apart.

There had never been a baby nor tragic miscarriage like she’d said to him and the worst part is, John and Esme only had discovered that this morning.

She wanted Tommy and she didn’t care what it took to get him. She had told you that herself when she called you from Ada’s house to tell you how she had fucked your fiancé after spiking his drink and making him believe he had slept with her out of his own volition.

You’d told him so when he came to you on his knees because duty demanded that he marry her.

You burst into the packed church wearing a dress as white as the snow falling outside.

People stare at you, some glare and some like, his family, look at you like you’re their last hope.

In truth this was your last hope. The world is not kind to single mothers, least of all a secretary who’s had a baby out of wedlock.

You had planned this; you had used up the last of your money to buy a white dress, a train ticket here and warm clothes for your two-year-old son.

Because this was your last chance, yours and Henry’s.

You knew this was going to be the event of the month thanks to Grace and her family, you knew the widow was to wear purple for her second wedding and worst of all, you knew that little Henry needed a father more than Grace needs her dignity.

After all, it wasn’t like a woman who sexually assaults a man needs any dignity.

“I object.” You shout at the top of your lungs, as if you hadn’t already drawn enough attention as it is.

“On what grounds do you object, Miss. (L/N)?” Jeremiah ignores Grace and her family and allows you to speak.

“She was never pregnant, her doctor claims t is impossible for a barren woman to have miscarried a baby that never existed.” You speak, your eyes never leaving Tommy’s as he comes to the realization he’d been lied to.

No one lies to Tommy Shelby and lives to tell the tale.

God knows what sort of retribution Grace would receive for so many lies.

“How would you know? I gave him the test results; you saw it was positive.” The blonde lies even further.

“Y/N, I love you, but I gave my word.” Tommy says making people gasp and even shout in surprise.

You’d think these high society types would be used to those types of admissions.

“Because the test results she showed you were mine. We have a son, Tommy, his name is Henry.” Your mother had counseled you against bringing Henry to the Church, but she’d gotten Esme Lee to sneak you into the church and your baby boy hidden amongst her kin.

If you had come in too late, you would have been forced to abandon Harry in a basinet with a letter in Tommy’s office and hope his father would take care of him. You hadn’t been able to get a job to feed him and now that your father was gone and your mother too sick to help you, you were given two choices.

How glad you were that plan A had worked so far.

“She’s not lying, Tommy,” John stood up and seconded you. “We talked to her doctor this morning, he said Grace is barren and that she’d stolen another woman’s results. The results were Y/N’s , but that’s not all, Tom. Tell him what you told me, Esme.”

Esme stood up with your Henry in her arms. She had said she’d help you, you didn’t know she’d smuggle your boy into the church and gives him to you when he cries out for his mama. “Grace threatened Y/N that if she didn’t disappear, she’d have her killed like she killed her husband. I heard her say it at the Derby when you were missing, Tommy. You can’t marry her, she’s got a rotten soul and will rot yours if you let her.”

Esme had never told you that when she helped you disappear, just said Tommy’s enemies would want to hurt you and your boy.

“You could’ve said something, Y/N, I’d never let anything happen to you. Why didn’t you tell me we were having a baby?” Tommy asks so genuinely it moves you to tears. And he leaves his bride there at the altar and walks towards you, but Grace follows pretending she isn’t as horrible as she truly is.

“I was just so scared, Tom, she said she’d make sure no one would ever recognize the body when she was done and I could never let her hurt our son.” You answer him, reaching out to him like he does to you, but you stand there frozen, terrified that she might want to hurt Henry.

“We can take him, if you can’t raise him, Y/N.” Grace says thinking that somehow, she could still take the man you love and take your only child too.

“Like hell we’d let you near the boy.” John stands protectively between you and your baby and the blonde woman who’d sooner smother your baby with a pillow than let Tommy raise him.

“We can talk about this after the ceremony, and we’ll be a family, the three of us.” The blonde tells Tommy who moves away when her hand tries to touch his elbow.

“I’m sorry, Grace, but I’m not going to marry you. Not now, not ever. I won’t be with a woman who so casually killed a man amd threatened to kill the woman I love.” Tommy says as he leaves Grace behind.

The tabloids were going to love this, you think as cameras flash as the bride becomes hysterical and the bridal party begins to lunge at Tommy’s family. So much for expecting the upper class to behave in a church.

Its is pure unadulterated chaos all around you.

You aren’t sure what’s going to happen next, you’d never planned to get this far.

“Tell me it’s not too late for us, Y/N, tell me we can still have our happy ending.” He takes his hands and brings your face close to his and kissed you like he’d never stopped loving you.

“It’s not, Thomas, I love you, I always have and always will.” You kiss him again and let him dry your tears.

“Let’s leave, the three of us. We can go anywhere you like; we’ll go to Paris and get married there. Just you, me and the baby, if that’s what you want, Y/N.” he tells you, never letting go of you, as if you’d disappear again if he let go of you and Henry.

“I’d marry you there or at the parish back home if it means we can be like we were.” You can’t help ,but smile at the turn of events as the three of you leave.

Part 2

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peakyswritings · 2 years

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My girl

Requested by: @retromafia

Summary: when a guy who can’t accept no as an answer crosses the line, (Y/n) has no other choice but to ask for Jack’s help.

Warnings: harassment, violence, swearing

A/N: here both (Y/n) are in their 20s, Jack has recently started with the gang stuff. I hope you like this!🤍

The gif is not mine, credits to the owner

(Y/n) sighed, struggling to keep her balance on the ladder as she stretched to place a book on the highest shelf.

The sudden sound of the bell hanging on the door of her grandfather’s bookstore made her flinch, and it took all of her concentration not to fall. As she climbed down the ladder, a familiar voice behind her spoke.

“That’s a lovely skirt you have on, is it new?”

Unfortunately, the guy who had just entered the shop was not a costumer. Salvatore, the baker’s son, seemed to have made it his personal mission to exasperate her to the point where she had no other choice than to accept to go out with him.

(Y/n) shifted uncomfortably in her place as he eyed her from head to toe, his lips curling in a smirk.

“Listen, if it isn’t a book that you need, you’d better go. I’m working.”

She tried to keep her voice steady, hoping that if she was convincing enough, he would leave without too much fuss. But Salvatore, being Salvatore, had to be annoying.

“I see no costumer here.” His dark eyes quickly scanned the room, before resting on her again. He was clearly having fun, and that day (Y/n) had absolutely neither time nor energy to deal with that.

“Salvatore, please, can you just leave me the fuck alone?” She snapped, jerking her head towards the door.

“Tsk-tsk.” He shook his head, taking a few steps in her direction. “Language. You’re a lady.” He raised his eyebrows, pointing a finger to her.

“Fuck off.” She gritted her teeth, fighting back the urge to punch that grin right off his face.

Another couple of steps and he was standing in front of her, his face a bit too close to hers for her liking. “You’re letting me leave without even giving me a kiss goodbye?” He tilted his head, hovering over her.

“Stop it.”

“Come on, just one. You’ll see how you’ll like it.”

Salvatore’s words sent (Y/n) over the edge. She raised her hand to slap him, but he was quick to grab her wrist. “You’re a feisty little thing, aren’t you?”

Much to her surprise, he didn’t seem angry. On the contrary, he seemed to quite enjoy the situation. With his free hand, he grabbed her jaw.

“When will you stop being difficult and just give me a chance, eh?” He whispered in her ear, holding her wrist even tighter as she struggled to free herself from his grasp. His nails digged into the tender skin of her face, and for a moment she thought he would scratch her. She screwed her eyes shut in discomfort, her lips twisting in a grimace.

The sound of footsteps made Salvatore finally let her go. He took a step back and fixed his jacket, putting on an innocent facade.

A sigh of relief escaped from (Y/n) lips as her grandfather came out of the back room, completely unaware about what was happening just a few seconds before.

“(Y/n), dear, can you come help me with these books?” He asked her, showing her a box full of new volumes. “When you’re done, of course.” He added, just noticing that she was not alone.

“I’m done.” She stated, glancing towards Salvatore one last time before turning her back to him.

(Y/n) took the box from her grandfather’s hands, only relaxing at the sound of the bell, meaning that the guy had finally left.

It was closing time when Jack walked into the bookstore, standing tall into his new suit. He looked handsome, though quite intimidating. Looking dangerous was part of his new lifestyle, after all. However, his hard eyes softened as soon as they rested on his childhood friend.

Every night, he picked her up from work and gave her a ride home with his new Bentley. Ever since he had joined some street gang, they had started to spend less and less time together - there was business he had to take care of, he said - but he always made sure she got home safe.

(Y/n) didn’t really like the thought of Jack putting himself in danger like that, but she knew she didn’t actually have a say in that. He had already made up his mind, and when Jack decided something, there was no way to convince him otherwise. He had always been like that, ever since he was a child.

“Are you ready to go?” He asked her.

(Y/n) nodded and walked around the counter. He placed a kiss on her temple to greet her, and she could swear her knees would give out. It probably meant nothing to him, but every time he did that, something inside of her stirred.

Don’t be stupid, she thought, you’ll always be just a friend to him.

When he started walking, she suddenly came back to reality. She grabbed the sleeve of his jacket to stop him, causing him to turn to her and give her a questioning look.

“I need to tell you something.”

Silence fell between them as she tried to find the right way to tell him about Salvatore. Until that day, she had never felt the need to go to Jack, he had never gotten that far. But things were changing, and she didn’t feel safe anymore, not even in her family’s shop.

Before she could utter a word, he gently put two fingers under her chin, frowning at the sight of the red marks on her face. “What is this?”

“That’s… that’s what I wanted to tell you about.” She stammered, taking his hand in hers and moving it away from her face. “There’s this guy, he just won’t leave me alone. I thought… I thought I could handle it, but I was wrong.”

Jack’s eyes fell on her hand, which was still holding his. He stared at the bruise on her wrist, his whole body stiffening. “Did he do this?”

“Yes, this morning.” She explained. “I don’t know what to do, Jack. It’s been going on for some time now, but he had never been aggressive before.”

He clenched his jaw, moving her hair away from her face to take a better look at the finger marks. “Who’s this fucker?”

“Salvatore, the baker’s son.”

“The Italian?”

“Yes.”

Jack nodded with an indecipherable look in his eyes. He was thinking about something, but she was too scared of the answer to ask him. He seemed calm, too calm, but the fist he was clenching by his side betrayed a certain tension. He was angry, and (Y/n) was starting to think that he was preserving his rage for something else.

She followed his gaze as he looked out the window. It was already dark outside, and the majority of the shops had closed. The bakery, though, was still open.

“I’ll take care of it.” He just said, letting his hand fall by his side. “Stay here.”

“What are you going to do?” She inquired, furrowing her eyebrows.

As much as she wanted Salvatore to leave her alone, she didn’t want Jack to get in trouble - or hurt - because of her. He laid his eyes on her again, before placing his hands on her shoulders.

“Don’t worry. Just stay here.” He insisted, emphasising the last words.

Before she could reply, he had already gotten out of the shop. She saw him cross the road in big steps and disappear into the bakery.

(Y/n) sighed, resting against the counter, feeling completely helpless. What was she supposed to do? Let Jack do whatever he had in his mind? She didn’t even know what his plan was. What if he got hurt - or worse?

She glanced towards the window one last time. Please, Jack. Don’t do anything stupid.

The bakery was empty, except for the guy standing behind the counter.

“We’re closing.” He said, not even raising his head from the money he was counting.

Jack took a few more steps inside the shop, hiding his hands behind his back. He tried to keep his composure, at least for the moment, but it was hard when the only thing he wanted to do was to smash his head against the counter. “I’m not here to buy bread. You’re Salvatore, right?”

“Who’s asking?” He eventually raised his head.

He was a creep. Jack could see it in his eyes.

“Don’t be scared. Come here.” Jack said in a fake reassuring way, but it was impossible to hide the hint of threat in his voice. “I just want to talk. From man to man.”

Salvatore looked at him suspiciously, before walking around the counter. Jack approached him and placed one of his big hands on the back of his neck, his iron grip causing the other man to wince.

“Now, why don’t you tell me what the fuck you want from (Y/n), mh?” He asked through gritted teeth.

“Did she send you?” Salvatore managed to ask through the pain. “That fucking bitch.”

That was enough for Jack to lose it. After a moment of pause, he slammed against the edge of the counter.

Now he was going to have fun.

(Y/n) hesitated for a moment before walking through the door of the bakery. She knew she was supposed to stay in the bookstore, but there was too much commotion going on inside the bakery. She had to make sure Jack was alright.

However, her friend was more than alright. His fist landed one last time on Salvatore’s face as he had him pinned to the ground, giving his back to her.

“You even come near my girl again, you won’t be so lucky.” He said in a low voice. “Do you understand?”

Jack got up and turned around, widening his eyes a bit at the sight of (Y/n) standing on the threshold.

“I had told you to stay inside.” He growled, standing right in front of the man bleeding on the ground to prevent her from seeing him.

Her attention didn’t go to Salvatore, though, but to the wound on Jack’s upper lip. “You’re hurt.” She whispered.

He placed a hand on her back and ushered her outside the bakery. “The fucker had a blade.” He just said, gently pushing her inside the bookstore.

She turned around, cupping his face in her hands to take a look at the injury. “I have a medical kit in the back room.” She muttered.

Before Jack could protest, she hurried to the room. When she came back, he was sitting on the counter. She put the box on the wooden surface, searching for some cotton and a sanitiser. He just sat there, without uttering a single word.

(Y/n) started to gently dab the wound, keeping her hands as steady as she could. For some reason, they couldn’t stop shaking.

“Are… are you angry with me?” She broke the silence, noting the hard look on his face.

“Why would I be angry with you?” His features softened as he lightly pinched her cheek.

She didn’t reply. Instead, she kept on focusing on his injury. Jack suddenly became serious again. He took her hand in his, pulling it away from his upper lip.

“I’m not angry, but I’m upset. You should’ve told me about him right away.” He stated, giving her a stern look.

“I didn’t think it was necessary.” She tried to justify herself, feeling like a child who was being scolded for some kind of mischief.

“It doesn’t matter. If someone is bothering you, you come to me. You tell me. Understand?”

His voice probably came out harsher than intended, but she could see it in his eyes that he was just worried.

“Do you understand?” He asked again, raising his voice a bit.

(Y/n) nodded, then proceeded to take care of the scratches on his knuckles. Silence fell between them again, and she could feel his eyes on her as she fixed him up. If his hands were so damaged, she didn’t dare to imagine Salvatore’s face.

Just as if he could read inside her mind, Jack spoke. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t scare me, Jack.”

And it was true. Until that night, she had never witnessed the violence he was capable of. Nevertheless, she wasn’t scared. She knew him. He would never hurt her.

Then something came to her mind. She cleared her throat, avoiding his gaze. “You…you called me your girl. Why?”

(Y/n) hadn’t given much weight at his words when he had pronounced them, too worried to actually comprehend them. But now that everything was clearing, she couldn’t stop thinking about them.

Instead of answering, Jack took some ointment out of the box. “Your turn.” He mumbled, referring to the marks on her face.

Those same hands who were mercilessly striking another’s man face a little over ten minutes before, were now taking care of her injury with such gentleness that she wondered how it was possible for them to cause so much pain.

“You didn’t answer my question, Jack.”

As much as she feared the answer, she needed to know. Maybe it was something that had slipped out of his mouth without much thinking, maybe it didn’t mean anything at all to him, but she needed to know.

“You really have no clue, do you?” Jack smiled softly, gently pulling her chin up in his direction. “I don’t see you as a friend, silly girl.”

She opened her mouth to say something, but no word came out of it. She didn’t know what she exactly was expecting, but surely not that.

Jack’s face progressively got closer to her and, when she didn’t move away, he placed his lips against hers. She kissed him back delicately, a bit afraid to hurt him. Her stomach was twisting, but not in a bad way. It felt nice.

(Y/n) could feel the heat rising to her face when Jack looked at her again, this time with a smug grin. She looked away, fighting back her own smile.

“What, are you embarrassed now?” He teased her.

She turned to him, shaking her head as a chuckle escaped both of their lips. Jack brought a hand to her cheek, tenderly rubbing his thumb on her skin.

Her eyes fell on his wound again. “I think it’ll scar.” She changed the subject, still feeling a bit guilty for the fact he got hurt.

He shrugged. “I don’t mind.” He placed his hands on her hips, pulling her even closer to him. “I got it from protecting my girl.”

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