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Heaven In Your Eyes || Masterlist
Pairing: Arthur Shelby x Reader!OC (Heaven Lavey Shelby)
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Fic Summary: He meets her at church one dreary night, guided by her singing. Her name? Heaven Lavey. White ivory hair, fair porcelain skin, and petite shape, this almost ethereal creature is Arthur's strict opposite. Yet, all it took was one dive into her heavenly eyes for him to be convinced God has sent His sweetest angel to save his bastard soul. The two lovebirds, obsessed with each other, are determined to live their love no matter people's judgments and no matter the dangers of a Peaky Blinder's life. They are together through the best and through the worst.
But behind her holy appearance and sweet facade, Heaven Lavey is dangerous. With rumors of witchcraft and murder, her shady past weighs on her shoulders. And if she is a blessing for Arthur Shelby, she will soon prove to be a curse for those who dare to stand in her and her husband's way. Even Thomas Shelby himself.
She is Arthurâs Angel, but don't get fooled by her doe eyes: for the rest of us, she is the White Devil.
And by extend, you are too.
Why? Because Heaven Lavey⌠Itâs you.
TW: Major character death, explicit sexual content, canonical violence, graphic description of violence, blasphemy, witch trials and burning of innocent women, dependent relationship (if Arthur and Heaven are happy in their relationship, they are obsessed and possessive, which leads to bursts of violence and deifying from Arthur. By no means I am claiming their relationship is healthy, but it is what works for them)
ACT I.
⢠Ch. 1 || Heaven in Your Eyes
⢠Ch. 2 || Never Did, Never Dared
⢠Ch. 3 || Something Wicked This Way Comes đ
⢠Ch. 4 || Dead Bird at Witchin Hour
⢠Ch. 5 || The Hell in His Eyes
⢠Ch. 6 || The One They Should Have Burned
⢠Ch. 7 || Of Matches and Gasoline đ
⢠Ch. 8 || Tango on Broken Dreams
ACT II.
⢠Ch. 9 || For Whom the Bells Toll
⢠Ch. 10 || Closer to Heaven or Closer to Hell? đ
⢠Ch. 11 || When The Bridges Burn
⢠Ch. 12 || As They Always Did
⢠Ch. 13 || Cross My Heart and Hope to Die
⢠Ch. 14 || Pure As a Lamb đ
⢠Ch. 15 || Après Moi le DÊluge ( c o m i n g . . . )
⢠Ch. 16 || ( c o m i n g . . . )
⢠Ch. 17 || ( Il Dià vulu Biancu)
⢠Ch. 18 ||
ACT III.
⢠Ch. 18 ||
⢠Ch. 19 ||
⢠Ch. 20 ||
⢠Ch. 21 ||
⢠Ch. 22 ||
⢠Ch. 23 ||
⢠Ch. 24 ||
⢠Ch. 25 ||
⢠The series can be longer.
Some events from the show are taken and obviously reworked. Yet, except for a few quotes and scenes, everything else is imagined by the author.
Related works - in chronological order-
⢠From Blood We Will Grow
⢠To Bark and Bite
⢠Kaiser Meeting Cyril (requested)
⢠A Bone to Pick With It (requested)
⢠Perfect Lines
⢠A Slice of Us (Modern!HYE)
⢠Savage Daughter
Moodboards and other content
⢠Playlist
⢠Moodboard Aesthetic
⢠Moodboard Chapter 6
â˘Heaven In your Eyes Act II trailer
⢠Moodboard Chapter 12
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Heaven in Your Eyes || Arthur Shelby x Reader!OC
Summary:Â Disobeying Tommy's orders, you're back in Small Heath. Your rebellious attitude starts to really bother him but you don't care. All that matters is that you're reunited with Arthur and John, the two men of your lives. From then, nothing can go wrong. Nothing, right? -- Featuring John Shelby x Reader.
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TW:Â Extreme angst - read at your own risk, graphic depiction of violence, canonical violence, graphic depiction of murder, major character death, allusions to self-harm.
Notes:
â Theme song on repeat if you want to break your heart: HERE
â Quotes from the TV Shows are in bold and italics
â Heaven is OP's original character but written with the use of ÂŤÂ you  (Moodboard here).
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The deafening howl of the trainâs honk boomed in Small Heathâs station, quickly followed by a whistling sound. The steel giant had barely opened its heavy doors when the foul-smelling wind of the city rushed into the wagon and made you wrinkle your nose in disgust. It was not that you hated Small Heath strictly speaking, but the stark contrast between the industrial city and the green landscape of the forest in which you lived now was difficult to process. The sound of your stiletto soon clicked on the metallic steps as you got off the train, attracting peopleâs eyes to your tiny frame. Yet, you werenât really sure if this sudden attention came from their sound, or rather the sight of your short black dress adorned with the most expensive white fur coat you had ever owned, and the gold choker necklace you wore, whose shape was one of a barbed wire wrapped around your neck. When your heels found the dirty concrete of the platform, a gargantuan hundred pounds Cane Corso with a spiked collar followed you closely, like a silent but off-putting bodyguard. He was your shadow, mimicking each of your movements and grazing your steps, ��except if told otherwise. Loyal guardian, Kaiser was even more protective since Arthur left. Without minding the fascinated or curious stares that were looking at you, you walked out of the station with the dogâs leash in one of your small hands and a cigarette in the other.
âMrs. Shelby? Here is your bag.â A man told you, all the while putting the said luggage at your feet.Â
âThanks, sir.â You replied with a brief polite smile, before stubbing your cigarette on the nearest wall and throwing it away. At first, you had been surprised by the care the staff provided you during the whole trip until you saw the glow of fear in their eyes as soon as they noticed your family name on the ticket.  Sheâs Arthur Shelbyâs wife, you better be ready to help her with her stuff if you donât want her husband to knock at your door and break your skull. That was what the ticket inspector told one of his colleagues when he met him in another wagon a few minutes after this frightful discovery. Waiting in front of the train station with a slight feeling of uneasiness, you swept your surrounding with your celeste blue eyes, whose coldness equaled the freezing English wind.  Looking around you in the hope of catching sight of a cab, your fingers absentmindedly brushed the almost imperceptible white burn scar on your wrist. The circle-shaped wound the cigarette had left on your skin had miraculously healed in a matter of days.
âWelcome home, little Angel.â  A familiar voice echoed right behind you. You turned around in one swift movement, and your freezing gaze turned into a child-like expression: Johnâs smile welcomed you, its charms so blinding that it made you momentarily forget about the dreadful feeling you carried in your soul.Â
âJohn!â You exclaimed, unable to hold your joy any longer. Kaiserâs bark followed right after when he recognized who the man was. Without further ado, you rushed into him to pull him in a hug. Amused, John could not help but chuckle at such a vivid reaction before wrapping your body with his muscular arms and tightening his grip around you with the firm desire not to let you go, âWhat are you doing here?â You asked, looking at him. Your enlightened expression adorned your doll face and made your hypnotizing eyes shine with elation.
âThat ainât the right question, love. What are you doing here?â He teased you, raising one of his eyebrows, then stared right at your eyes. His tongue pushed the toothpick that was in his mouth from the right corner to the left before he went on, âWhen Arthur got your letter he told me about your arrival in Birmingham. Hell, he was so happy and terrified at the same time I thought that bastard was having an aneurysm. Iâm the one who came at the train station âcause Arthur still has to make a few last-minute adjustments to welcome you here.â  As he talked, the young Shelby brother had freed one of his hands from your delicate body to pat the big Cane Corsoâs head. The latter closed his eyes, mouth wide open and tongue hanging in bliss.
âA few adjustments?â You frowned.
âLike, threatening all the men of Small Heath not to even look at you, and dealing with Tommyâs reaction. Heâs fuckinâ mad at you, eh.âÂ
Of course, he was â you could not expect less from Thomas Shelby. God, you barely arrived in town he already found a way to bother you, even if he was not here. At this stage, he had real talent. âYou know what? Fuck Tommy. If he thought Iâd be dumb enough to stay out of the plan while my husband and you risk your lives, well itâs his problem, not mine. And if Changrettaâs men come to my door, Iâll put them in the dirt myself.â That being said, you waved off the topic, âBut letâs not talk about Tommy, pleaseâ You concluded, then laid a soft kiss on his chin.  As your juicy lips crashed against his skin, John half-closed his eyelids and let out a soft exhale from his nostrils.
âYeah, I bet you will,â He stated, referring to you possibly burying Changrettaâs henchmen six feet deep. John enjoyed the physical contact for a few extra seconds, then he gently parted from you and closed his fingers around your wrist in a soft grip. You raised your gaze to him, surprised.
âWait a minute. I just wanna check something before you get in my car.â His smile vanished, handing over to a very serious expression that kind of unsettled you.
âWhatâs the problem?â Your smile followed his somewhere else. You didnât know where, but what was sure was that it had left your face.Â
Without the slightest warning, John raised your arm above your head and made you twirl one first time, âWould you look at you, little angel! What a stunning outfit!â He exclaimed, before spinning you again to admire your otherworldly beauty, âOh my God, Iâm in love. Last time we met you were barefoot in the grass like some kind of ethereal nymphet and here you come in the shape of a goddess, dressed like a queen?â  You suddenly chuckled at his unexpected reaction.
âHey fuck you! Youâve scared me!â You nudged him in the ribs with your free arm, but it only made him laugh louder.Â
âMy little heart canât resist that.â He winked at you, his grin stretching in an adorably annoying smile only he could do before making you twirl again. Sometimes, you wondered if Tommy and he were really brothers. He is so different from Arthur and John. You thought.
âJohn! Shut up, dumbass. Your little heart canât resist girls in general â or more like your cock canât resist girls.â You rolled your eyes, faking an annoyed pout which only resulted in John protectively wrapping your shoulders with one arm.Â
âThatâs my mean angel! Fuck Iâve missed you and your quick wit so bad. Câmon!â He said, grabbing your bag with his free hand before you started walking away. Kaiser ran and hopped inside the car a few seconds before you did.
The whole trip went well, casual conversations and joking with John had managed to alleviate the anger in your heart, which was far too focused on the driverâs joyful voice and stunning eyes. He talked to you about the kids, about his new house, and about some childhood stories. Surprisingly enough, each of his sentences had snatched a smirk from you despite the anxious situation in which the Shelbys were embedded. Nevertheless, your mind drifted away at some point and you stopped listening to him though. Not that he bothered you, but it was rather due to the fact that you lost yourself in the contemplation of the smallest details of his face. The adorable freckles, his little round ears, his pinchable cheeks⌠Everything about John Shelby made you feel at home.Â
âIs that fine with you?â His voice suddenly popped your thoughts bubble.
âHm?â
âI was saying that youâre going to live a few days at me house just the time for Arthur to secure Watery Lane properly. Youâll spend Christmas with me, Esme, and the kids.â He repeated, noticing he had been talking to himself for a little while.
âAh,â You started, batting your Bambi lashes quickly to chase away your daydreams. That was all you could say, for you dive into your thoughts right again. A comforting silence fell between you. After a little while, John slightly bit the inner of his cheek and glanced at you. The truth was he had been hesitating on his next move for five solid minutes. No matter how goofy John Shelby could act, he was a sharp observant. Considering his ease at analyzing people, he naturally noticed the way your fingers nervously played with the fabric of your dress, indicating your inner turmoil. The young gangster slowly moved his hand towards you, still conflicted about what he was about to do â Was it appropriate? Were you going to slap him? He hoped not, for he didnât want to crash the car on the side of the road and explain the reason behind the accident to Esme. But worst than facing his wifeâs wrath was to offend you.
No, no he wouldnât want you to hate him. Yet, John was not the kind of man to let the demons of his mind win. Acting first, and thinking after was a motto he often applied in real life. He briefly looked at you again, his sky-blue eyes meeting your aquamarine iris before they shifted their focus back on the road. The young Shelby brother finally gathered his courage and rested his warm and strong hand on your thighs.Â
âHey. Are you okay? You didnât tell me what you think about living at me house.âÂ
âOh yeah,â You slightly shook your head, âThatâs fine with me John boy.â You finally said, punctuating your sentence by gently covering his hand with yours and, to his greatest surprise, your small and cold fingers clenched around him. The physical contact almost immediately sent a wave of comforting warmth into your soul. Johnâs lips stretched in a caring smile and he replied to your sweet gesture by turning his hand to intertwine your fingers together.
That was definitely fine with you, for you knew that as long as John was around, there was no place for the storm.
Only for the sun.
A sun as bright as his smile.
âGet the fuck off my way.â Arthurâs gruff voice thundered in the hallway, followed by a noisy thud and Michaelâs flourishing insults.
âPiss off, Arthur!âÂ
The tall gangster had been so eager to rejoin his sweet angel after two awful weeks of loneliness that he had shoved Michael right into the nearest wall for the sole reason that he had been walking too slowly for Arthurâs tastes.  All the while walking through the corridor, he had thrown his beret out of frustration and had brought his hands in his hair to nervously slick them back. He busted into the living room and his shiny steel blue eyes, sparkling with a gleam of hope, searched for you.Â
âHey, Arthur.â When your soft voice swirled in the room and reached his ear with the tone of a mesmeric sirenâs chant, goosebumps of excitation appeared on Arthurâs skin. Moving your body with a wildcatâs grace from the sofa, you stood up and looked at your husband with an adorably shy smile, like a young bride seeing her groom for the very first time. All the confidence youâve felt kinda disappeared now that you were standing in front of him â would he be happy to see you? Or did you deceive him by disobeying and coming back to town despite Changrettaâs men lurking in the shadow? You hadnât the time to think about the matter though for Arthur rushed to you without waiting any longer and, with an uncontrolled strength enhanced by the power of his overflowing emotions, hugged your little frame. The gangster then lifted you from the ground, causing a cry of surprise to break free from your plumped and glossy lips.
âBloody Hell, angel! Iâve told ye to stay safe at home!âÂ
He said, putting you back on the ground right before cupping your face with his large, warm, and calloused hands, before you could even react, âIâve told ye it was too fookinâ dangerous here! What if Changretta and his men would have attacked you on the train eh?!â He exclaimed, a bit more aggressively than intended. At first, you opened your mouth to reply but no sound came out. The sight of his pained eyes and his worried expression suddenly made you feel a bit guilty: if there was one thing you hated it was being the cause of his worries. âHmm?!â He insisted when faced with your silence. His piercing blue iris dived into yours, looking in their celestial frost for the answer your mouth could not produce.Â
âIâ I donât care. If youâre in trouble then I am too. If you fight, I fight. If you die, then I fucking die. Weâre one, and Iâm sick of acting like the good frail wife waiting for her husband to come back from the war,â You started, shaking yourself out of your silence; and the more you spoke, the more your confidence came back, backfiring, âI donât care about the danger, Arthur.â A desperate smile stretched the corner of your lips, making your eyes squint a little bit. A smile both tainted with sadness and mad love, âThe first time we met Iâve made the promise that youâll never face Hell alone ever again and I donât plan to back up now that weâre at its gates.âÂ
âYer fookinâ crazy, I swear you are.â He replied. His eyes shone with dawning tears as he observed your holy pulchritude, âOut of yer goddamn mind, Heaven Shelby⌠Fookinâ bonkers.â His face relaxed, anger swept away by the winter breeze that had rushed into the living room through the open window. Arthur finally let out a nervous yet endeared little chuckle and shook his head in disbelief, "You're so much trouble eh."
âIâve learned from you.â You straight off replied, gently pressing your forehead against his in this intimate gesture that was so proper to him. Yet, he didnât reply right away, still shaken by your fierceness â these last two weeks had almost made him forget how untamable you were. He wanted to scold you for behaving in such a reckless way â He really did. But the truth was big bad Arthur Shelby couldnât resist you. And God knew how hard it was to function without your heavenly and reassuring presence. If he had to be honest, he would admit that he wasnât sure he could do it without you anymore. He was consumed by his love for you, body and soul.
A little sigh escaped from his lips as his boiling worries slowly faded away, drowning himself in the little details of your face. With trembling fingers, Arthur grazed your snow-white hair. Fuck, he had missed you bad. Very bad. To the extent of drinking himself to sleep almost every night and lashing out at the boxing ring, mercilessly beating his opponents, for these were the only ways he had found not to slip into pure insanity.Â
âAngel ââ He started, wanting to say so many things at once, but words choked in his throat. Closing his mouth, Arthur swallowed and his Adamâs apple bobbed as he did. The joy of having you there was so intense that his mind could not find something relevant to say: he wanted to talk about Tommy, about the letter he had sent you, about the Changrettas but nothing mattered anymore. What did though was you and him. That was why he finally gave up everything to hug your frame again, his spine bent so that he could bury his face in your small breasts. âI promise Iâll protect ye with me whole life, Angel. No oneâs gonna hurt ye. Not on me watch.â He finally mumbled, the sound of his words muffled against the soft pale skin your cleavage exposed, thus turning his plead into more of a symphony of low grunts than anything else.Â
âIâm here, darling.â You reassured him. Arthur squeezed your body a bit too painfully in reply, but you didnât mind. The uncomfortable pressure of his brutal grip chased your worries away and made your whole soul flicker â It made you feel so tiny, so fragile, as no other men did before, and you genuinely liked it. So, he could break you in half with his hug if he wanted, you would be okay if it was the price to pay to keep feeling his possessive and aggressive love all around you.
With the desire to soothe his heated spirit and confusing thoughts that were bumping into each other in his confused head, you let your small fingers lose themselves in his messy hair. Your gesture brought immediate relief, whose warm sensation spread in his bones at the contact with your frozen skin. Arthurâs whole being gradually relaxed, and he could finally let out the pressure of these last two weeks. All of sudden, you felt salty and wet drops running down your chest, âIâve fookinâ missed ye.â He lamented, his crystal tears dying in your cleavage. Parting from you was the worst idea ever, he thought, and he didnât want to experience it ever again.Â
âIâve missed you too.â You said in a whisper. Ceasing to caress his hair, you put your hand on the back of his head and pressed his face a bit more against your bosom, keeping him still until his grip finally loosen around you and his tears run dry. Now that the storm of emotions was slowly calming down, Arthur sniffed one last time and raised his head, his lips reaching for yours. The press of his kiss, eager and hungry, dissipated the last couple of clouds of his troubled mind the moment your flesh reunited. Weakened by his scorching passion, your legs shook at the sweet and liquored taste of whisky on your tongue, while his strong hands explored you just as if the tall gangster wanted to make sure you were really here. To make sure he was not dreaming. His hands grabbed you, rubbed the sides of your thighs, ran up the curves of your ass, and then clenched on your shoulder blades for a short while before going down again to seize your waist in a bruising movement. You squeezed your eyes tighter, shaken to the core by the way his fingers left streams of fire in their trail, melting the ice that had settled under your skin the night he had left the house without you. Arthur deepened the kiss, almost leaving you breathless.
After an undefinable while during which you both lost the notion of time, his tongue gave yours one last stroke before he finally broke the kiss and reopened his eyes. Yes⌠You were still there â to his greatest relief. You let out a faint feverish sigh, the sensation of his kiss still tingling on your swollen lips, then you tilted your head to the side. Betrothed by your adorable pout, Arthurâs smile widened until the crow feet at the corner of his eyes appears.Â
âLook at you. Youâre fookinâ stunning, little one.â He laid his big hand on your cheek and you gently rubbed it against his palm in reply.
âWhat about you tell me what you're up to instead of treating me like a little girl, Mr Shelby?â You teased, your reunion definitely erasing the worries out of your brain, even if the threat section D had sent you still lingered at the back of your mind.Â
âListen,â He started, his thumb brushing your lips with utter desire but he tried not to get too distracted by them, âJohn should have already told ye but youâre going to stay here âtil Christmas hm? The house isnât safe yet and youâll be safer with Esme and the kids. Also, John will stick around to protect you. Just until Christmas right?â
âWhat about you?â You retorted, furrowing your brows.Â
âAs for me Tommy and I will figure out what to do. But donât ye worry⌠" He brought his face closer, his mouth reaching your ear, "Each night Iâll be back in your arms and Iâll show ye how bad Iâve missed you.â He whispered, his low voice alike the growl of a starving wolf, âI'm a little afraid yeâ forgot whatâs like to feel your husband, hmm.â A little amused snort came from your nostrils at the delightful perspectives. For sure, Arthurâs way to make up for the last two weeks of loneliness youâve both been through was particularly exciting.Â
âYou think so? Little evil me is not so sure if she prefers Kaiserâs presence next to her in bed rather than yours. âÂ
âWeâll see, love.â He was about to kiss you a second time to shut your bratty mouth when Esme appeared at the doorframe, arms crossed in her chest and one brow raised.
âThere are kids there.â She reminded, her voice cold and slightly bothered. Of course, she wasnât enchanted by your stay here, but it has been two years since you joined the Shelby family, which had given her all the time needed to tame her hostility toward you. Your relationship was still rocky, but at least she had stopped insulting you on every occasion.Â
âOops, sorry Esme.â You replied with the biggest and most charming smile you could do before taking a step back from your husband to help him âand youâ resist the temptation of giving in to your burning desires. Arthur could not help but chuckle at the comment. He slipped his hands into the pocket of his long black coat, coming to the conclusion that it was safer if they stayed there.
âAlright, no need to bark Esme.â He grunted, but the sincerity of his grumpiness was definitely undermined by the faint smirk etched on his lips.
âIâve made tea.â Esme went on, her magnificent brown eyes going from Arthur to you several times. Their dark color struck you for one second for their hard beauty reminded you of autumn leaves spinning in the immensity of her iris. You did not hate her. You never did. As harsh as her behavior had been, you had come to understand that her reactions were dictated by fear rather than spite. As a very catholic person, Esme was more than terrified by evil spirits â and she ultimately thought you were one, not seeing the enamored twenty-five-year-old girl you were, but the evil witch you could be. You could not blame her though, for she wasnât entirely wrong. Somehow, you were convinced that Esme was the only one of the family who truly understood your dormant dangerous nature. What she did not grasp though was the sincerity of your feelings, âHurry up.â She said, turning around and returning to the kitchen.
âCome on,â You gently wrapped your arms around your husband, âKaiser is waiting in the kitchen. Heâs going to be so happy!â
âAh right, letâs see the man who took me place in bed.â
Arthur had barely stepped into the room when you heard the dogâs frantic barks, soon followed by his muscular body running toward his master to greet him with great enthusiasm. The sight of Kaiser almost reaching Arthurâs height, with his two front paws on his shoulders, filled you with joy.
It was at this very moment that you were almost convinced that nothing could go wrong.
The calm of the forest was a type of peacefulness nothing else could outmatch. All that was lacking from this grandiose landscape was the mighty shadow of the old and wise mountains of Haute-Falaise, whose silent lullaby could only be heard by those who paid close attention to it. From where you came, Christmas was always synonymous with snow along with the cold sensation of frosty wind biting at your face. Each time you would come back home after a joyful moment of playing games outside with your little sister, the warmth of the hearthâs fire would welcome you. But this Christmas, like many others since you left France, there was no snow. No mountains. And no little sister anymore. You were alone in the forest, wandering among the dead trees and the howling breeze.
Katie had woken up with a light fever, and she had cried in her fatherâs arms for twenty strong minutes before he managed to hush down her sorrow. Following a quick discussion with John, you informed him that you knew a natural remedy against fever and then, you went in the forest to collect the few plants you needed to concoct a healing tea. Esme would have naturally disagreed with the idea if John had told her, which hadnât been the case. Instead, you simply replied that you needed some fresh air when she asked you why you were venturing outside the house on Christmas morning.
Oh, fuck it's you. Got nothing better to do on Christmas morning? // Tommy wants everybody at Charlie's Yard now, come on.
Youâve been wandering for over one hour when you finally found all the plants you needed for Katieâs tea. Satisfied, you headed back home with a light heart, already thinking about the pleasant breakfast that was waiting for you. A small grin flattered your lips at the thought of the children tearing their giftsâ paper apart and screaming with awe at the discovery of their new toys.Â
What's gonna happen man, it's fucking Christmas.
Moreover, you could not wait for the adults to open their gifts too. Even if Ada told everyone to focus on the kids, you could not help but buy a little something for the houseâs hosts: a beautiful silver necklace with a protective crystal pendant for Esme, and an expensive ring for John inside which was engraved the sentence âLe soleil brĂťle dans ton sourireâ which meant "The sun burns in your smile".Â
John. John, come to the meeting. All right? Think about the kids. Come to the meeting and if you want to leave, then fine.
For sure you could not wait to see their surprised expression slowly shifting to joy the moment you would give them their gifts! A little smile flattered your lips at such adorable thought. In truth, you had stopped celebrating Christmas for so long that the perspective to do it today delighted you. It was going to be a wonderful, wonderful day.
Get in the fuckin' house!
The petrifying detonations of gunshots tore the forestâs silence apart, which caused a cloud of afraid birds to erupt from the treesâ thick foliage. One shot, the surprise made you wonder if you had really heard that or if it was just the traumatizing memories of men chasing you down in the forest that was playing with your mind. Two shots, you turned towards where the noise was coming from, realizing it was real. Three shots â they stirred a brutal pain in your chest. A pain so vivid your fingers loosened their grips on the plants, letting them go, and grabbed the place where your heart was. It was drumming so hard in your chest that you felt it was about to burst your ribcage open. Crushed by the unexplainable ache and a crawling feeling of anxiety, you leaned against a tree not to collapse on the muddy soil. Your throat felt tight, to the extent you could barely breathe anymore. With eyes wide open, you desperately tried to calm yourself and comprehend what was happening to you. And suddenly the macabre evidence of the whole situation hit you like a train â a suffocating panic seized you again as you realized that the gunshots were not coming from hunters in the forest but from John's house.
No.
Your body moved slowly from the tree, taking a few wobbly steps.
âNo!â Your voice yelled but no one was there to hear your desperate cry except the pristine nature, which had sent the wind to howl in pain with you. A surge of adrenaline ran through your body and, as if you had received the fiercest whiplash ever, you started running to the house as fast as you could. You ran faster and faster, with the cold breeze biting your face and brambles clawing at your exposed skin as you rushed past thick bushes. That was all you could do anyway for every other function of your being had shut down to focus only on your restless race. You could not think straight anymore. You could not hear anything else than the brutal beating of your heart resonating in your skull. Gosh, you couldn't even see properly, your vision narrowed into a small point in the horizon that was John's house. So you just ran, you ran no matter the insufferable burn in your lungs and the soreness of your legs.
"Hey! Come back, little doe". You could almost hear them behind you. The cruel men who hunted little thirteen years old you in the dark woods of Haute-Falaise. "Weâre not gonna hurt you! Fuck â whereâs that little slut?!"
Moving away the last branches aside, you jumped above a thick root and broke the last meters that separated you from the house. That was when you heard it, the agonizing scream of Esme. Her voice, filled with pain and fear, almost pierced your eardrums like the wailing lament of a Banshee. You reached the front of the house and suddenly, your legs made an abrupt stop, refusing to move anymore. In front of your wide-opened eyes, from which tears were already leaking, laid the inanimate body of both Michael and John in a crimson puddle of their own blood.
"John! Oh my God, John! No!" Esme yelled, her face contorting with indescribable sorrow and insufferable ache. She was kneeling on the pavement and hugging the motionless frame of her husband, whose skin already faded two shades paler. The young Romani beauty shook him but John's eyes remained shut. At first, you wanted to scream along with her, giving in to panic, but no sound came from your mouth. Instead, you let your quivering body drop to its knees and immediately put the moist palms of your hands on your best friend's wounded chest â The numerous bullet holes had made flowers of blood blossom on the white fabric of his shirt.
You took a deep breath, threw your head back, and closed your eyes in a desperate attempt to channel all the magic that was running in your blood to save him. After all, you had witnessed your mother performing similar miracles in your childhood. All you needed to save him was a faint beating of his heart, even the weakest would do the trick. Thus, you focused on your task the best you could and drained yourself of most of your energy in the hope of seeing John reopening his magnificent blue eyes and offering you one of his beaming smiles. You were pretty sure that he would come back to life, just like the bird you had found in the garden two years ago. Yes, you were going to bring him back to life, and this awful nightmare would be over and you would all have a good fairy tale ending.
â But life wasn't like the tales you loved: his heart had stopped beating for too long for you to do anything. It had been only a matter of minutes but still, you came too late.
You came too late.
When you understood it, a river of tears streamed down your angelic face. One of your hands gently moved up to his throat, and you pressed two fingers on his carotid artery to check his pulse in a desperate and last attempt to feel something, but there was nothing. Only the dull silence of Death. You slowly backed off and looked at the surprisingly peaceful expression on his face, forever frozen by the Reaper's cold kiss.
John was gone.
And so was the sun.
â A little note now that you've finished this chapter: Heaven did not ignore poor Michael by the way. When walking past him she noticed that his wound was not as serious as John's, so she decided to check him after checking John.
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I wrote this as a part of my falltober fics, I hope you like it!
It is a Robert âBobâ Floyd x female!reader imagine.
Thank you @famfan-1034 for proofreading!
Day 29: Handing out candy
Warnings: mentions of pregnancy
You and Bob had always imagined to live a peaceful and quiet life, find a house and maybe start a family, should the circumstances allow it.
You didnât rush to get pregnant and you found a house with a white picket fence, as per Bobâs request.
You both cherished to just be together and spend time tangled up in each otherâs arms.
It had been years now since you had bought the house and it had been the happiest years of your lives, because you were together.
Of course there had been smaller quarrels from time to time but nothing was too hard to come back from, and so you lived and loved together.
The years went by, winter bled into spring, which blossomed to summer, until your favorite season came around.
You both loved a homely house so you decorated the house together, with carefully chosen or even self made pieces that turned your home into something even more warm and comforting.
The day before Halloween you went out to buy more candy than you could carry, to give to the little ones.
You loved to watch the small kids in their costumes, accompanied by their proud and beaming parents, and each year the longing in you grew.
You didnât want to mention it to Bob yet because you wanted him to come to you when he was ready.
You were happy and secure in your relationship, and you loved Bob more than life itself.
Both of you were excited for Halloween and when it came around you decided against going out with your friends, making it an intimate affair in wanting to be alone together.
A slasher that was too old now to actually be scary was playing in the background as you had your dinner with wine, waiting for all kinds of groups of kids to stop by.
It was only starting to get dark when the first ring sounded and you opened the door to give out candy.
The little witches, vampires and superheroes were a sight for sore eyes and charming in their shyness.
When they saw how kind you and Bob were they more often than not took a liking to you, but they especially seemed to adore your loving yet chary husband.
âYouâre both so pretty,â a little Wonder Woman addressed you, a shy smile on her face as she helped herself to the candy in the bowl you held in your hands.
âYou donât call men pretty, Charlie,â a woman you guessed to be her mom said quickly, shooting you and Bob an apologetic look, to which you decidedly shook your head.
âHe is, though,â you said to the girl, leaning down to wink at her and earning a giggle from her.
She was excited because of the attention that lay on her, and went on to talk more.
âYouâll have many pretty babies,â she added as heat shot into her cheeks, and you had to laugh as you stepped back to wrap your arms around Bobâs waist.
He pulled you closer and shut the door, lowering his head to press a kiss to your hairline.
âTalking about babies, I think I might be ready for one in the near future, if you wanted to try,â he whispered against your skin, and a shiver ran through you at his confession.
You pulled him even closer and let your hands roam over his clothed upper body, enjoying his lean and strong form.
âI would love that. I love you,â you replied, leaning up to kiss him.
You did have many beautiful babies, maybe even more than you had initially planned on.
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