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theshelbycurse · 5 years ago

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Escaping Bodyguards

OC Shelby!Sister

Summary: Lyssa Shelby is the twin sister of Finn Shelby and has always been protected fiercely by each and every one of her siblings. On the day of her brother’s wedding, Lyssa finds herself trying to navigate the ways of her protective older brothers while also having a bit of fun.

Warning: swearing, drinking and the tiniest crumb of smut that you can easily skip. (with an OC, NO incest will be happening today people.)

*not my gifs

Words: 5848

Today was the day. Throughout the many trials and tribulations that this family had faced together, Lyssa had to admit the strangest sight she has ever had a chance to witness was her brother, Thomas Shelby, standing in a Church, waiting for his bride.

Growing up in the Shelby clan, was unconventional to say the least. With an illegal betting shop running rampant on a daily basis just underneath her feet, to men with guns turning up on her doorstep for a various sleuth of reasons. It had reached a point where Lyssa would open the door and simply sigh in boredom of the predictability of it all.

Though while most would think that because Lyssa belonged to the most powerful family in Birmingham that her life was filled with excitement and adventures to an enviable amount. But sadly for the fifteen year old that most certainly was not the case. As Lyssa found herself with three and a half (Finn really tries his hardest sometimes) bodyguards spoiling any fun she might have.

Every time so much as a drop of whiskey ends up in her glass, Arthur is the one to steal it from her grasp and finish it off in one annoying gulp. Any time a lad so much as looks in her direction, John has stormed over to go and rob them of their eyes. And if it probably weren’t for Aunt Pol’s words of restraint then Lyssa was sure that all the boys in Birmingham would have been blind

But Tommy, he was by far the worst.

Since the moment that Tommy had locked eyes on the bouncing babe, the heart that he so adamantly denies owning melted to a pathetic little puddle. So from then on he has been by the side of Lyssa Shelby at his every possible moment. Helping her grow and watching her become the beauty that she was today.

But with that came its challenges, Lyssa had true Gypsy blood coursing through her veins that flooded her with this near untamable wildness that had Tommy exhausted at all times. And with age it most certainly got more dangerous, with her desires for partying, drinking and riding until the crack of dawn had paired alongside her looks that got most lads drooling from the corner of their mouths.

But today was different. Lyssa had promised him and Aunt Pol to be on her best behaviour throughout the whole ceremony. Though, Tommy wasn’t exactly going to be placing any bets on it.

The wedding was predictable, the Shelbys all rowdy and noisy, Lyssa’s cheers reaching Tommy’s ears with an unspoken glee over her acceptance to his more than risky choice in wives. And then of course Grace’s more poised side of the family. The calvary suit wearing cowards and their wives all sitting so straight Lyssa was sure that they must be held up by the sticks that were wedged so far up their arses.

The large group of bustling folk all pushed and pulled one another to the steps of the Church afterwards, John dragging Lyssa around with his arm draped over her shoulder as they whispered vulgar jokes to one another. The pair ultimately finding themselves beside Tommy as they grinned up at him with that mischievous glint that had him cursing under his breath.

Once the photo had been taken, the large party found themselves scampering back to Tommy’s large manor for the real fun to begin. Lyssa and Finn sharing gleeful glances to one another, in hopes that they might actually get the chance for some real havoc tonight.

But not even five minutes after entering the house, had Lyssa been dragged by her elbow by none other than her less than gentle eldest brother, Arthur. “What are you doing? I haven’t even done anything.” Lyssa squealed, fighting weakly to get out of Arthur’s tight grip whilst he tugged her throughout the lively party. Her face set in a deep frown, as she watched the envious sight of everything going on around her, with the knowledge that she was most definitely not going to be able to get anywhere near it.

“Yeah, and your not gonna do, are ya?” He not so gently demands, peering down at his wild sister as she makes good effort to avoid any scrutinizing eyes. With a heavy sigh, not in the mood for the taming of her inevitable rebellious tendencies, Arthur continued on his war path towards the meeting he knew was to take place. “This isn’t about you Lyssa. Tom wants a quick family meeting.” He responded, stomping through the maze of the house with John clipping at their heels.

After a fair amount of arguing between the three siblings on the right direction to the kitchen they finally found their way after the guidance of Tommy’s shouts leading them to their destination. Clomping down the stairs the three of them marched over to Tommy, Lyssa finding herself leaning beside Arthur as they waited for whatever this is to be over with.

“Right, boys, Lyssa, you’re all here. Today, this is my fucking wedding day.” Tommy proclaimed like they all weren’t just at the Church watching him take his vows less than 20 minutes ago. Lyssa rolled her eyes, sensing the second round of lectures she was going to get.

“Yeah, and you said there’d be no bloody uniforms.” John retorted, his anger for the red suits being one of the only things John has blabbered on about with Lyssa this entire day.

“Nevertheless- Nevertheless John, despite the bad blood, I’ll have none of it on my carpet. Now for Grace’s sake, nothing will go wrong. Those bastards out there are her family. And if you fuckers do anything to embarrass her, your kin, your cousins, your horses, your fucking kids, you do anything...”

“Tom? Jeremiah piped up, thankfully breaking Tommy out of boring rant.

“What?!”

“What about snow?” He asked, naively, Lyssa having to bring her hand up to her mouth to stop the giggles from toppling out of her mouth.

“Yeah, their women are sports, I’ll say that.” John joked, ruffling Jeremiah head in a tight amusing headlock, providing Lyssa with just enough distraction to steal the cigarette from Michael’s lips and bring it to her own. Swatting away his attempts to retrieve it back with ease as she let the vile toxins run rampant in her blood.

“No. No. No cocaine.” Tommy’s finger pointing down the line of boys with a set of instructions for each. “No cocaine. No sport.” He told John. “No telling fortunes. No racing.” He told Arthur, moving until he was in front of Lyssa and stealing the cigarette out of her lips and tossing it to the ground with that stern parental stare she loathed.“No drinking. No boys.” He commanded, Lyssa’s eyes growing wide and mouth dropping wide open in an almost comedic sight, ready to object to his ridiculous rules.

But he was already off, moving to Finn without giving her a chance to breathe, grabbing each side of his cheeks in a tight grip. “No fucking sucking petrol out of their fucking cars.” He seethed, spinning around and marching over to Uncle Charlie lounging against the wall casually. “And, you, Charlie, stop spinning yarns about me, eh?”

“I’m just trying to sell you to them, Tom.”

With a hand coming to pinch his eyes, in that typical sign of his overwhelming irritation, Tommy continued. “But the main thing is, you bunch of fuckers, despite the provocation from the calvary, no fighting.” His fury once again, making him step back up to John and Arthur. “No fighting. No fighting. No fucking fighting.” He fumes like a madmen, running up and down the line until he marches back into the center of the kitchen, holding his arms out wide. “No fucking fighting!” His voice bouncing off the porcelain walls with enough might that Lyssa was surprised hadn’t even managed to cause any one of the bustling workers to jump in fright.

Nodding to himself at the satisfying silence, Tommy brought his cigarette to his lips one more time, turning his head to the side to look at Lyssa, red in the face from the injustice she must be feeling. “All good with you, Lyssa?” He questions, clear in his voice that he wasn’t really caring for any opinions that his dear baby sister must feel.

“No wa-” Her objection not even a third of the way out her mouth before she was predictably cut off with a wave of his hand as he stomped his way over to her.

“Good.” His tone final, as he cupped her cheek in his rough calloused hand and put a kiss to her forehead. The scene being abruptly ended by a poor misfortunate waiter mistakenly bumping into the pair, his fate being sealed as Tommy threw him down to the ground in one harsh shove while Arthur chose to throw some miscellaneous glass at the lad.

Yet, while as entertaining as the moment might have been, all Lyssa could think about was how much she wished she was never born a Shelby.

~~~~~~

Night had finally taken over, and despite Tommy’s strict instructions, Lyssa was predictably ignoring them. Though if Tommy thought that Lyssa would have been able to sit through the shit storm that was Arthur’s speech and not down at least an entire bottle of champagne, then he was truly going mad.

With the alcohol warming her blood and the bubbles rising to the tips of her head, Lyssa found herself wandering round and round the many halls of the house until she found herself stumbling outside to sneak a peek at Finn’s riding skills that had apparently been commissioned.

Welcoming the night air into her lungs with a deep inhale, a fluttery grin stretched over Lyssa’s lips as she looked over to the blurry figures all crowding around the fire not too far away. Using the trees as her coverage, Lyssa sneaks to the edge of the party, peering around a large trunk. The alcohol in her veins not making her as foolish to believe that her older brothers wouldn’t crucify her to the spot if they saw she had snuck out to watch the men’s business.

Watching as Finn crossed the finish line with large strides in front of his opponent, Lyssa’s smile grew impossibly larger, following him on his horse as he continues a few more feet before bringing the beast to a stop and dismounting her. Feeling braver in herself, Lyssa takes the potentially foolish move and ventures out of her hiding spot and over to her twin in a mad dash of wild dark curls bouncing in the wind behind her.

“Well, well, well, and I was just starting to think that you were completely useless.” Lyssa teases, her brother whipping his head in the direction of her voice so rapidly he nearly tumbled over his own feet. A sight that already had Lyssa bursting into infectious giggles.

“Lys, what the fuck you doin’ out here? If Tommy spots you-” Finn garbles out, tumbling over his own words as he looks over Lyssa’s shoulder frantically, scared of the thrashing both of them will probably earn if any of their older siblings catch Lyssa stumbling around in the dark. If it wasn’t evident enough, being the twin of Lyssa Shelby was one of the cruelest curses there was, and Finn was very much aware of that.

“Calm down Finn, I thought your recent victory would have you in better moods.” Lyssa jokes, an uncontrollable round of drunken giggles falling out of her lips in the most obvious of ways. The very sight of it, making Finn spout every cuss he knew under his breath.

“And you’re off your fucking arse. That’s just bloody great that is.” He mutters, running a hand down his face like he’s some old fucking soul having to babysit some demon child. It continuing to be absolutely hilarious for Lyssa to witness.

“Jesus Finn, sometimes I think I have more balls than you do.” She jokes playfully, hands coming to rest on Finn’s shoulders as she gives him a light shake. “Come on brother, just let me have fun for only this night, eh?” Pretty blue puppy dog eyes staring hopefully up at him, that Finn was almost sure might even manage to get the likes of stone cold Tommy to bend to her will.

“Yeah, come on Finn, the young lady here is just wanting to have a good time. I vote you let her.” An unfamiliar male voice comes injecting into the air before Finn even had a chance to inevitably cave into her demands. Rowdy laughter falling at its heels as the two siblings turn with furrowed eyebrows to a small group of four or five boys crowding a few steps away from them.

Suit jackets long forgotten, with only their crisp white shirts on display and loose bow ties hanging around their necks while a bottle of dark amber liquid gets passed back and forth between them all. Yet, there was no need for questions on who decided to put their opinion forward, as in the middle of the joyous group laid a man with glistening eyes and a snake charmers smile, both of which being directed on the youngest Shelby.

With a new sense of thrill coursing through her veins, Lyssa turned to the unknown boy with a smirk tugging at her lips while the fire burning beside them created shimmering patterns on her jet black curls. “And I’m guessing you have suggestions on how I should spend this good time.” She teased, not even having to look towards Finn to know the face he was predictably pulling.

“A few come to mind.” He replies, an annoyingly arrogant grin painted on his face as he attempts at closing the gap between them.

Where she was sure that this mystery charmer was expecting the usual routine of girls crashing down on their knees for him after giving them one small ounce of his prestige attention, Lyssa was much too stubborn to fall under some rich boys tricks. “Sorry pretty boy, but if I was to have one night of freedom, I wouldn’t be turning to you.” She retorted, the show of turning her body away from his and back towards an impatiently anxious Finn not fooling many for the need this girl is obviously wanting to be chased.

“And why’s that?” He calls out once more, determination mixed with the necessity to prove his manly bravado to the group of his friend spectating, not faltering his efforts.

Turning her head back towards him with a sickly sarcastic smile, Lyssa couldn’t stop her champagne-filled mind from blurting out the first snarky thing she came up with. “The kind of excitement I’m looking for wouldn’t end in a couple minutes.” That smile of his only seeming to lift higher from the fiery girl’s venomous tongue, while the loud obnoxious laughs and shouts echo behind him from his fellow companions.

Though Finn was in no mood for such amusement, as he quickly spots that familiar hunched over figure marching over to the spot he was regrettably standing. So, with hurried movements, Finn grabs a hold of Lyssa’s shoulder and whispers down in her ear, away from the continued laughter the boys relent in stopping. “Alright I think it’s time you get back inside, yeah? I think I see Arthur coming over.”

With a clarity bursting through her tipsy haze, Lyssa’s eyes grow wider than they already comically were as she mutters a fuck under her breath as her gaze too lands on the unmistakable sight of her moustache owning brother rapidly coming their way. Swiveling around to face her charmer, Lyssa rushes out a somewhat goodbye, “Well, as entertaining as this was, I’ve got to go.”

Without even waiting for the confused ramblings she was certain were going to be called after her shadow, Lyssa’s long lanky limbs sprinted back towards the golden archway beckoning her safety away from overprotective bodyguards. Yet, as predictable as it was annoying, a harsh calloused grip grabs a hold of her elbow and has he stumbling on her feet upon meeting the hard stone-like chest of her unknown creeper.

But Lyssa isn’t given a moment to scramble and fidget against what could possibly be an overzealous drunken taking his chance on an unguarded companion, because their voice quickly squashes any fear and turns it into a completely different emotion entirely. “And what are you doing out ‘ere?” John’s hold on her arm growing to uncomforting levels.

“John, let me go!” Lyssa whined, pulling and tugging against him no matter how futile it was seeming to be.

“Not until you tell me, why me little sister is running round in the dark, stinking of booze worse than fucking me and Arthur put together.” John demanded, and despite having no where near the amount of fear imposing aura that Tommy exudes, he actually managed to cause of flutter of panic in Lyssa.

Stopping her weak attempts to break free, Lyssa’s eyes move sheepishly downcast as she tries to avoid meeting John’s crazed parental stare that she honestly didn’t know he had the capability to possess. “I just wanted to see the races, ok?” She meekly responded, her words coming out slightly muffled and only reducing her to more of a child-like standard.

Finding it near impossible to maintain his gruff persona, especially when his baby sister was looking more and more like that naive little 10 year old she had been when he came back from the war, John relented his grip and blew out a heavy sigh. “Fine, alright, but you best get back inside. There’s some fucking shit happening on tonight and Tommy will have a fucking fit if you get mixed up in it, yeah?” Lifting up her chin with his index finger til she met his gaze, with that new troubling curiosity.

“What’s going on?” She questioned with newfound excitement, the world of the Peaky Blinders always providing her with this bursting want to know more and more, until she possibly couldn’t store all the information away.

Yet, it seemed that thirst for knowledge wasn’t well appreciated by her other family members, as with an unavoidable slap across the back of the head, John cursed her off with a less than gentle shove back in the direction of the golden archway. “What did I just fucking say? Get back inside.” And with her better judgement, Lyssa went on her way back inside, unbeknownst to the fascinated eyes trailing behind her.

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Lyssa had actually managed to listen to her brother this time, knowing just the one thing not to fuck with was, business. As despite the many adventures of her life and the many troubles she has tumbled in, never once has she been brazen enough to battle with the dangerous underworld her family seemed to encompass.

Tommy saw to it that the littlest of his siblings stayed in the shadows of the gangsta lifestyle he committed himself to, the only gift they were given being a silent bystander in the background of family meetings out of the courtesy the title has. Family. But otherwise, Lyssa and Finn were to keep their hands clean from the blood and dirt, that he was sure would have rottened them down until they were just as broken as the three worn torn brothers battling their demons at every crossroads.

Granted he may have been more lenient when it came to the activities he chose to include Finn in, but no chance between an inch of his life would he ever beckon Lyssa into it. And he did to warn her as such at every opportunity that was given to him.

So, with the new damper in moods, Lyssa saw it best to camp out in Tommy’s office alongside a large bottle of champagne. It being the safest of whereabouts in order to not accidentally tumble onto a scene she should very much not be anywhere close to, so as to avoid a thrashing from either her aunt or brother that would have the back of her head sore in the morning to come.

Roaming around the large - potentially obnoxious - room, Lyssa lazily snooped through all the pictures littering the mantles whilst taking leisurely sips from the bottle in her hand. Not even taking too much notice to the sound of the creaking door being opened behind her.

“And here I was thinking that I had simply made you up.” A voice called out, that same voice that secretly nearly had her swooning earlier in the night. It causing her to spin on her heels to look at the painfully stunning boy leaning against the door with one hand on the handle.

“Did I really hurt your ego that badly that you’ve come searching for me?” She teased, that playful smile crossing her face once more as she watched him daringly inch further into the room and shut the door to a solid close behind him. A perfect smile of his own sitting on the corner of his lips so enticingly.

“More my pride.” He replied, his feet taking him further into the fire lit room while Lyssa remained off to the side, eyes never falling apart from one another.

“You’re a prideful man then? I must saw I was hoping for something not quite so predictable.” Lyssa snarked back, breaking off the locked gaze as she moved herself over to Tommy’s large desk to fully lean on, the painfully constrictive shoes forcing her feet with some much needed relief.

“So you admit that you were hoping for something?” He switched back onto her, that damn smile too dazzling to not draw Lyssa back in to that equally as dazzling face.

“I admit nothing.” Lyssa surprised by her own control to keep her voice level and chin pointed upwards, even with his continued path gaining closer and closer to small frame.

A small breathy laugh leaves his lips at her unwavering stance, the sound being enough for Lyssa’s grip round the bottle to tighten ever so slightly. It was really beginning to irritate her slightly that nearly everything he did seemed to make him more attractive.

“To answer your question, if I’m a prideful man? The answer is no.” The proximity between them melting until it was nearly nothing, his hand coming to unlatch hers from around the champagne bottle to put it on the desk beside her. His warm breath fanning Lyssa’s rosy cheeks. “But you set me a challenge. And I’m never the one to back down from a challenge.”

He was towering over her now, hands coming to gingerly place themselves on either side of her waists while hers remain frozen to her sides, all of Lyssa’s brain function flying out the window. She was shocked that she was capable of uttering out any more words. “I don’t remember any challenge.” Her voice just above a whisper at this point, as if they were in a bustling room trying to keep their conversation quiet enough so they would be the only ones that could hear it.

In an action that made an audible gasp come falling out of Lyssa’s mouth, his hands on her waist tightened and lifted her up and onto the desk with his new place being found between her newly opened legs. All sense of space completely banished as her hands came to grip on his most likely expensive suit jacket while his remained fierce on her waist.

Lips a mere inch from one another, Lyssa’s darkened eyes found his as he uttered his next words. “You reckoned I could only last a couple minutes. I’m here to prove you just how wrong you are.” Without a moment even to let his words sink in, his lips were crashing into Lyssa’s, no tender moment shared but only a lust filled battle for dominance that the Shelby was happy in conceding in.

Her hands winding up to take purchase in the soft tendrils of his hair on the back of his neck, her sharp nails digging in roughly that left a gaspy growl fall into her mouth. His movements not being any gentler as the grip on her waist tightened impossibly firmer, pulling her into his hard chest while remaining seated on the desk.

With nearly all the air being sucked dry from their lungs, both parties pulled away only by a hair, their heavy breathing filling the silence that is quickly replaced by an abrupt breathy moan coming out of Lyssa’s mouth as he moves down to place hot wet kisses down the length of her neck. Expertly finding the sensitive spot just in the crook of her neck, below her earlobe, causing a euphoric feeling of bliss taking form in a multitude of quiet moans filling the air.

The sound being enough for Lyssa to feel the breathtaking feeling of his hard cock beginning to bulge against the warmth of her inner thing. Greedy hands moving quickly to rid him of the belt constricting him away from her, the action alone admitting another guttural growl out of him as he moves his own hands down to her soft thighs.

Mouths finding each other once again while the final pieces of clothing are stripped away from their most sensitive areas, Lyssa’s moans erupting in his mouth as she feels his cock aline to her slits. And with one slightly unexpected thrust, Lyssa wasn’t able to quieten herself as yet another moan slips out into the empty office. It echoing off the walls forcing her to move her mouth to his shoulder to muffle the noise, whilst he continued on with his mind fogging thrusts, getting deeper and harder at each movement.

However, just as Lyssa began to feel the uphill climb begin towards her climax, the grand door blocking them off from the rest of the party comes swinging open in a rapid succession. The action immediately setting both Lyssa and....the boy who she has realised remained nameless throughout... into hurried and clumsy movements as they bounced off of each other and attempted of sorting their clothes in a stupidly inconspicuous fashion.

With the worst dread she has ever felt in her entire life, Lyssa locked eyes with Tommy, sliding off his desk and flattening out the end of her skirt with an awkward and uncomfortable smile stretching on her lips. She just watched Tommy stand there, his jaw visibly tight as his cold eyes continuously flicked back and forth between herself and the boy with his back turned to him still as he continued to readjust his cock back into his pants.

The silence of it all torturous as Lyssa waited for Tommy to do something; whether that be to start screaming or pull the gun she knew he had hidden somewhere around his office and end the poor lads life right where he stood. “What is this then?” His voice chilling Lyssa straight down to her bones as he wafted his hand between the two of them, it terrifying her so deeply that all the words in her vocabulary had simply escaped her. It leaving her mouth to simply open and closed like some sort of pathetic fish thirsting for oxygen.

“Eh?” He prompted, eyebrows raised so high that they were nearly falling under his hair. Heavy footsteps storming closer to the door left wide open, only to slam it close in a thunderous clap that reminded Lyssa of the storms that used to terrorize her as a child. “You see, cause from where I’m standing-” His footsteps bringing him back into the centre of the room, his eyes blazing fury as he meets Lyssa doe eyed gaze. “It looks like that I walked in on me 15 year old sister getting fucked by some stranger, on me own desk, in me own house, on my own fucking wedding night!!” He roared, his presence trapping Lyssa against the desk as he stood a mere two steps away from her, like the true lion that he is looming over his prey.

“Mr Shelby, if I may say that I’m sorr-” The boy sputtered out, not even being able to get his flimsy excuse of an apology out before Tommy quickly strays away from Lyssa and goes marching over to him.

Tommy’s hands find themselves wound tightly around the poor lads neck, pushing him into the hard wooden wall behind him with such might that it has him already gasping with a necessity to breathe instantaneously. Ignoring the shouts Lyssa gives him from her place against the desk, Tommy’s hands dangerously tighten as he leans further into the struggling boy’s face. “If you are not out of this house in 30 seconds, then me and me brothers are going to start slicing pieces off of you until no girl is ever going to be able to stomach looking at that face of yours again.” Giving him one last knock against the solid wall before he forces him to meet Tommy dead in his ice blue eyes. “Is that clear?”

His dark threats gaining a hurried nod from the boy, before he is quickly scampering out the room the moment Tommy relented his life threatening grip. The speed he was moving in that would’ve proven comical to Lyssa under literally any single other circumstance then the mortifying one she found herself drowning in.

The moment that the doors once again slammed with a heavy bang, Tommy managed to turn his attentions back onto his little sister, that same questioning look from before still painted on his features as their gazes locked onto each others. “So?” He prompts, motioning with his hands in an annoyed attempt to start hearing whatever tales and excuses she has on the tip of her tongue.

Though, while Lyssa usually finds herself fully capable of combating any person, in any situation, with her witty remarks and scathing snars, she find herself for once in her life with a complete blank slate on what it is she could possibly respond with that wouldn’t make this all horrifyingly worse. “I’m not quite sure what you want me to say.”

Retreating back into the cold, quietly threatening state that Tommy so loved to impose on his sister, his ice blue gaze burrowed deep into the meak facade Lyssa tried to defend herself with. “How ‘bout you start with telling me how long it’s been going on.” He not so subtly demands of her, the thought of what she has been doing for god knows how long making his jaw clench into near teeth shattering tenseness.

“How long what’s been going on? I just met the lad tonight! I-” Lyssa retorts back, her voice already raising to risky levels.

“Hey!” He cuts her off, striding back towards Lyssa with a finger pointing right into the center of her face. “I have about a million fucking things going on right now and so one thing I really don’t need is your fucking cheek!” He boomed, only lowering his voice for a mere quarter of a second as his eyes grow scarily dark peering into Lyssa’s icy blue. “Now you’re going to explain to me why you think it’s right that you can go around fucking whoever you fancy like some common whore, when you are only 15 years old!”

As the words leave Tommy’s mouth, all thoughts of fear for the wrath of Tommy Shelby dissipated into nothing but an overwhelming rage that was tearing up her insides into flares of flames. Pushing against his chest with a mighty shove, Lyssa watched as he stumbled with a deep satisfaction. “God, can you hear the amount of fucking hypocrisy-”

“Look at you using fancy words. At least I know that you’re still going to school.” Tommy snarks, antagonising her to the furthest of her wits end. The feeling of literal smoke coming out of her ears sounding too much like reality.

“Fuck off.” She spits, marching right back up to his face with that infamous Shelby anger waging a war inside of her. “You know we are literally standing in a house you share with your new wife who I’m sure wasn’t the one to be waiting for any vows to spread her legs open for you. I mean there’s fucking living proof sleeping just above our heads yet I don’t see you calling her a fucking whore!”

Hands gripping onto her jaw with a bruising force, Tommy seethed, “Oi, you say another word-.”

Shoving his hands away from her, Lyssa let out a breathy humorless laugh. “Yeah I get it Tom. Big bad scary Tommy Shelby’s going to set me out straight. You don’t have to say any more.”

A deafening silence rung in the air for much longer than was comfortable, both siblings simply staring at one another with harsh heavy breathing being the only thing that was left to fill the room any more. “Right.” Tommy muttered, reaching into his pockets for his trusty cigarettes. “You are obviously having too much fucking freedom down in Small Heath. So, starting tomorrow, I’m sending a few boys to come and pack up all your stuff to bring here. You’ll be living under my fucking roof, where I can keep an eye on you and where there are gonna be some strict fucking rules, that starting from now, you are going to follow.” Tommy listed off, that calm business-like stature oozing off of him in infuriating waves.

Knowing that she was fighting against a losing battle, Lyssa tried to object in the service of her pride. “Tom, you can’t be serious!”

“Oh I am, and if I here that you have been running off with any sort of boy, then you will get the fucking thrashing of your fucking life. Do I make myself clear?” Tommy threatened, and by this point Lyssa was not brave enough to combat against his dark intimidations.

“Yes.” She uttered, any sort of adrenaline wearing off of her tired bones as she lazily met Tommy’s gaze with little interest.

Tommy stood there studying her for a second longer, wondering if some sort of second wind was going to hit her. But with the pleasant silence, Tommy simply motioned to the door with equally as tired movements. “Good, now go up to the guest bedroom and sleep it off. Hopefully the hangover tomorrow will serve you as a good start to your punishment.”

And so she did. Lyssa trudged through the party that was only beginning to wind down and up the grand staircase and into the room that had been assigned to her, only this morning. Flopping face first on the comforting mattress, willing sleep to guide her away from the madness of the Shelby clan and into a world of her wildest fantasies. Neither Tommy or Lyssa knowing the fate that had been sealed for her that night as new plots thicken and new enemies crawl out of their shadows with her position has now being maneuvered into the firing line.

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A/N So this is my first post on here. I’ve written fanfics before on Wattpad and stuff but the format on here is so different so I’m unsure how I feel about it so I would love some feedback and if anyone would like some more moments from Lyssa and the Shelby’s please hit me up

#peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders #tommy shelby #tommy x grace #season 3 #arthur shelby #john shelby #polly gray #michael gray #oc #oneshot #ada shelby #smut #angst #fanfic

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〔 OLIVIA HOLT, 21, CISFEMALE〕╰ AVALON BALINOR just came over half - blood hill . you know , the child of APOLLO who was claimed nine years ago ? i’ve heard chiron say that she is PASSIONATE & LOYAL, but if you ask the aphrodite kids , they’d say they’re MISCHIEVOUS & PROUD. i’d say they remind me of Sunrise over the hills, the smell of the forest after it rains, the late-night crackling of fires, the burn of whiskey, thundering heartbeat in her ears after an adrenaline rush, pinky-promises, muffled laughter at 3am, and the flash of a polaroid camera , especially since they’re FOR THE NEW CABINS .

TW: brief mentions of death

hello there!

basics .

name : avalon isolde balinor nicknames : ava, lonnie birth date : november 19 gender : cisfemale pronouns : she/her ethnicity : what is your muse’s ethnic background ? nationality : american hometown : queens, ny demigod abilities : vitakinesis and a knack for music and archery cabin number & godly parent : cabin 7 -- apollo how did their godly parent meet their mortal parent? : charlotte balinor graced the great white way in manhattan for decades along with many off-broadway productions, and met apollo while she was playing guinevere in a production of camelot! which is also why avalon is named avalon (guinevere felt a little too on-the-nose for her charlotte)

muse appearance .

faceclaim : olivia holt height : 5′3″ hair colour : blonde eye colour : brown dominant hand : right distinguishing features : avalon has a scar across the back of her neck, only visible when her hair is up in a ponytail or spacebuns dress style : lonnie doesn’t really have any one style, she’ll go from athleisure, to full glam, to ‘who knows if i’m even wearing pants under this old flannel’ in four seconds flat

camp - related .

go - to weapon : avalon is extra and she loves dual-wielding short swords when she’s not using her bow (apollo kids love their long range weapons) ambrosia : cheesecake and red wine favourite camp location : ampitheatre!! as a child of apollo, it’s no surprise that lonnie loves the ampitheatre, but the sing-a-long location also reminds her of her mother their opinion of their godly parent : avalon honestly doesn’t have a strong opinion on apollo either way. she respects his domain, as she respects all the gods, but she doesn’t have a relationship with him so she doesn’t feel like she can have an opinion either way. age they were claimed : twelve, arriving at camp shortly after the death of her mother how they were claimed : avalon’s claiming wasn’t anything special, it was at the first sing-along she went to after arriving at camp -- she was claimed when she joined in on a song stance on the new cabins : for the new cabins reason for their stance : avalon loves people -- like, practically everyone. and because of that, she thinks it is only fair that everyone and every god be represented in camp their opinion on lyssa pentelute : avalon understands that lyssa is angry, but in no way does avalon support her or the push to remove the cabins of minor gods. lonnie has been at camp for nine years, and she remembers the chaos that hermes cabin was when there were so many demigods remaining unclaimed or without a cabin to go to, and her heart ached for them. quests : yep! a couple small ones when she was in her teens

personality .

positive traits : loyal, passionate, free-spirited, friendly negative traits : reckless, stubborn, proud mbti : enfj -- the consul alignment : chaotic good hogwarts house : slytherin kinsey scale : 3 archetype: the innocent what candle scent are they : mango mai tai goals & desires : be on broadway like her mother, have a big family, and just general happiness fears : being alone, being unable to protect those she loves, and losing others the way she lost her mom hobbies : piano, guitar, painting (not well, mind you), sparring habits : incessant tapping, talking to herself, gesturing while talking, HUMMING TO HERSELF

#ambrosia:intro #ambrosia:task001 #𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓌ℴ𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓇ℯ𝓂ℯ𝓂𝒷ℯ𝓇 𝓂ℯ ϟ musings #//i mean like ... if anyone would like to plot ...

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musicofglassandwords · 5 years ago

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12/12/12 Tag Game!!!

Thanks to @joyful-soul-collector for tagging me, especially since I need to flesh out this OC! (I’ll also be answering the questions they put at the bottom of their post)

Rules: answer 12 questions in character as an OC, ask 12 questions, & tag 12 people!

I’ll be answering with Kai from my new WIP, City of Shards!

1. Can you fight with hand-to-hand combat?

“If you’re talking about without abilities, then sure?” Kai shrugs, running a hand through his hair and scattering sparks, “Just the regular street stuff, you know.” His eyes glint as he continues, “You know, playing dirty, throwing dust, biting. Yeah, I can fight without my flames.”

2. Do you have an occupation? What is it?

“Ughh,” Kai rubs his temples, “Lyss made me get a job at the local warehouses so basically all I do is run around and carry stuff.” His silver eyes soften, “But it’s all for the others. Everything I earn goes to them.”

3. What are your parents like? Do you have any siblings?

Kai sighs, tearing a hand through his hair again. “I know my parents were from Saiya, but somehow I ended up getting shipped across the seas. I know they loved me. I don’t know if they loved me enough. I don’t think I have any siblings.”

4. Have you ever stolen something? What was it?

A laugh rings out, rich and mischievous. “I’ve stolen too much.”

5. What’s your favorite food?

His eyes light up. “There’s this Saiyan dish that I asked Lyss to make once, and it’s amazing! It’s called nikr troi, and it’s like braised meat with a ton of gravy.”

6. What do you want? Right now, in this moment, what do you want?

His eyes darken and he winces imperceptibly. “What I want? What I want I have always wanted, I can’t have it, so I can’t tell you.”

7. How long do you tend to sleep? Do you ever get nightmares?

“I sleep about six to seven hours a night,” he nods, “Nightmares? All the time,” he ends, his tone darkening.

8. Are you religious?

“I believe in a higher power, an eternal either personal or impersonal being,” he says seriously, “because I have ended up in a place I don’t deserve, so there has to be something benevolent and powerful working for me.”

9. What does your hairstyle look like? Has it ever changed? What was it before?

“Hairstyle?” he smirks, “Sometimes Xander makes Lyssa hack off some of my hair when it gets too long, but normally I keep it kinda shaggy.”

10. What is one thing you’re scared of? Doesn’t have to be big

“I’m TERRIFIED of octopi,” he sucks in a breath, “Like what if you’re in the ocean and swimming, when tentacles just wrap around you and suck you under the surface.”

11. What’s your aesthetic?

“I guess...dark passion?” he shrugs again, “Gotta defer to the author on this one.”

12. Red or Blue? Flowers or Leaves? Loud or Quiet?

“Definitely red. Uh, Lyss loves flowers, so flowers,” he thinks for a moment, “I actually prefer loud over quiet. Huh, that’s surprising.”

My questions:

1. Who do you love most in the world?

2. Fight or Flight?

3. Any special abilities that not a lot of people know about?

4. Favorite dessert?

5. Who’s your best friend?

6. Are you super active or prefer to stay inside?

7. Do you have any siblings?

8. Favorite thing to do in your free time?

9. What’s a secret that you’ve never told anybody before?

10. How have you changed since you were a child?

11. What’s one of your pet peeves?

12. What’s your biggest dream?

Tagging: @lmorasey, @onthewingsofwords, @rose-of-sharon-cass, @velvetlighthouse, @pen-in-hand, @svnshinewrites, @tiawithhoney, @victory-cookies, @oneleggedflamingo, @cataclysmic-writer, @rrrawrf-writes, @multimousenette

Feel free to ignore!

#12/12/12 tag #tag game #writeblr #writing #my writing #city of shards #my oc #ocs #kai

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teacherunicorn · 7 years ago

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Opposites Attract (Chapter 81)

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Life in the Gotham Narrows was simple; every man for himself. Sure, there were families, friends even, who held a steadfast and die-hard loyalty to each other but the stranger down the street was hardly your problem. Rule number one: look out for number one.

Alyssa had spent her entire life caring and worrying for others, so one would think the shift of focus would be difficult for her. One would be wrong. As soon as the sunset on the city and all the children were in bed one could find her in one of the Narrow’s fighting rings, drinking, making bets, and occasionally fighting herself. Once she crossed that old bridge the rest of the world ceased to exist.

Not that this was a cure all by any means. The quality of her work was beginning to slip. She was short with the older kids and no longer had interest in playing with the younger ones. Selina had more than once found her asleep at her desk with a pen in her hand and papers stuck to her face.

“Mom! Come on, wake up!” the teen shook Alyssa’s shoulder.

“Hmm?” she blinked and yawned. “Oh, hey kitten.” she peeled herself off of her paper work and stretched her arms above her head before reaching for the half-empty whiskey bottle on the corner of the desk.

“Mom, are you okay?”

Alyssa scoffed out a fake laugh. “You know I’m gettin’ really tired of everybody askin’ me that. I’m okay, I’m fine.” she insisted. “I swear, the next person who asks me if I’m okay, I’m punchin’ em.”

Usually Selina Kyle was quite good at masking her emotions and keeping them to herself. Alyssa was her weak spot however, which meant that she was a different story.

“Don’t lie to me!” She snapped.

“I’m not!”

“Yes you are! You’re lying to me, and you’re lying to yourself!”

“Selina Marie Kyle, you have no right to speak to me that way!”

“Mom, I’m worried about you!” Selina’s voice cracked slightly. “Ever since that whole thing with Tetch, you’ve been acting crazy! Something happened that night, and I get that it was hard, but pretending it didn’t happen isn’t gonna help!”

“Oh so you’re worried I’m so out of it I’m about to blow my lid? Who are you and what have you done with my kid?” Alyssa slapped a hand over her mouth.

“Mom..?”

“I’m fine....” Alyssa leaned on the desk for support.

“No, you’re not.” Selina insisted. “You’re running on fumes, and you can’t run forever.”

“You don’t have to worry about me kitten. I’m the mother, worrying is my job.”

Her daughter scoffed. “Mom, could you stop being so high and mighty for once? You’re right, you are my mother. You’re my mother, and I love you, and I wanna help you.”

Alyssa studied the girl’s face, seeing the genuine worry and concern in her eyes. Her sweet baby girl. She recalled the guarded, short tempered child she’d been when they’d met. That was a girl who did not trust the world around her, and with good reason too.

But that girl was no longer here. Gone was the sad little girl who’d been convinced that her mother was still alive. She’d found a new home with a new mother. Sometimes Alyssa envied her daughter; to be able to drop the life you have and exchange it for a better one must be a wonderful luxury.

Then again, Alyssa considered what that meant for her. While the people she cared about could be formidable foes when she was threatened, they’d also had their moments of being foes themselves. Oswald, Edward, even Jerome.

But never Selina.

And it was that steadfast loyalty that managed to turn the screaming in Alyssa’s head to a dull roar, if only for a moment.

She sighed and hung her head, finally allowing the pain she’d been going through these last few weeks to show on her face. “Kid I’m....I’m scraped out.” she admitted. “I mean life keeps throwin’ nothin’ but curve balls at me, and I’ve always been able to....flip myself back over eventually, but....I guess I ran outta times.” she shook her head. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. Jervis always did pack quite the punch.”

“....What happened? That night he took you, Jamie and that Alice chick?”

Alyssa flinched, squeezing her eyes shut. Selina had been kind enough not to say his name, but the tension of it still hung in the air.

‘’Lyssa, we belong together, you know that.’

‘You and I truly are two of a kind my dear.’

‘You don’t have to be scared. I’ll take care of you, I promise.’

‘I won’t let them take you from me again.’

“....Do you remember when you pushed that Archie guy out a window?” she asked, her voice far away. “You were so scared that I’d be mad at you, you tried to sneak past me through the apartment window.”

“I didn’t want you to be upset.” Selina said honestly. She had no idea where this conversation was going but at least Alyssa was finally talking to her.

“You were upset.” she countered. “You said what you did didn’t bother you, but I could tell you were lying. Just....the idea that you were capable of something like that....” Alyssa looked to where a clock hung on the wall to her left, useless now as she had punched the glass face in weeks ago to stop it from ticking. “J- He said I was just like him. That we’re two of a kind, cuz we’re the only ones who know how to...” she was unable to finish, instead tapping her fingers against her skull to get her point across. “...I don’t wanna be like that. Not again.”

*******

*Four years ago*

Having Jervis Tetch back in her life made Alyssa’s visits to Arkham difficult. The trick was, he wasn’t Jervis Tetch anymore. It took some time for her to fully believe it, but the inmate in the top hat truly believed that he was the Mad Hatter from the Alice in Wonderland books. Alyssa had no clue what had happened to him, but whatever it was she wasn’t brave enough to test it too much.

She was subtle, mentioning the name Alice only to get stories of a girl who fell down a rabbit hole. The child he described did sound alarmingly close to his sister, but Alyssa tried to write that off as paranoia. Eventually this paranoia faded as she started to understand just how different the man and the delusion were.

Hatter for instance had no use for technology or tools like Jervis had. He didn’t seem to care if someone wrote him off, simply skipping away to invite the next person he saw to his latest tea party.

Jervis wasn’t like that. When he didn’t get what he wanted things got ugly.

Alyssa knew better than to show weakness around the inmates of Arkham, so she played along with Hatter’s idea that she was the White Queen of his story. In a way it was rather sweet. You couldn’t ask for a better cheerleader than someone who actually believed you were a queen. In fact it wasn’t long before Hatter became one of Alyssa’s favorite inmates. She eventually forgot the history she had with the man he’d be before in favor of having tea with the man he was now.

Still, it was an odd thought to see Hatter with a mischievous smile that somehow held far much more innocence than the one Jervis used to give her.

“Hatter.” she gave him a look as she approached the table in the Arkham cafeteria that held a styrofoam tea set the man had decorated with colors and flowers.

“Your majesty.” Hatter nodded, not tipping his hat as he usually did, both hands held firmly behind his back.

“What have you got behind your back?”

His grin widened as he presented a pristine white paper crown that had a lace design to it. “For you, my queen.” he said as he went down on one knee and held the crown out to her. “I confess it not to be my best work, but resources have been unusually limited in this place.”

“Oh Hatter, it’s lovely.” Alyssa smiled.

“May I?”

“Of course.”

He stood and reached his arms up to position the crown perfectly on her head. As his fingers brushed down her hair, Alyssa recalled a similar white crown he’d made for her out of daises. The memory cast a shadow over the innocent moment and her smile faded.

“Whatever’s the matter, my dear?” he looked at her in concern.

“It’s nothing.” she assured. “I’m alright, Hatter.”

“Then smile.” he cupped her chin, fingers holding her cheek as shivers went down her spine. “It’s coronation day.”

******

For all that Alyssa was doing to pretend Jervis didn’t exist, Jim was doing his best to track the man down. After he had slipped out of GCPD custody, there had been countless reports of people of Gotham’s underworld killing each other, all without motivation. What really unsettled him was that these were all people he knew Alyssa had some kind of connection to. Weather it was a back alley deal or some kind of agreement, they all had ties to the mayor.

If Alyssa was bothered by this, she wasn’t jumping down his throat about it. She wasn’t returning his calls either, and even though Barnes had wanted to put the woman under police protection, she had every right to refuse it -- especially as the mayor.

The whole situation put him on edge. He had come to learn that whenever Alyssa Connors wasn’t actively being a pain in his ass, something was seriously wrong. She had personally seen her sister Jamie along with Alice Tetch to some safe house upstate that she had refused to reveal the location of. He was honestly surprised she hadn’t gone with them; then again he’d never known Alyssa to run and hide in the face of adversary.

His phone ringing interrupted his train of thought. He flipped it open and held it to his ear. “Gordon.”

“Hello James.” a familiar voice said pleasantly. “I’ve heard you’ve been looking for me.”

******

Alyssa turned her head away from Alice, who was crying as her brother put a third needle into her arm. Everyone at the table knew those syringes full of deep red were bad news, and now that Jervis had one for all of his ‘guests’ she was dreading what was coming next.

“You know ‘Lyssa dear, I’ve always wondered what Alice’s blood would do to you.” he admitted. He leaned over her chair, resting his hands over hers, which were bound to the arm rests. “The beast in you is right there. Begging to come out. White queen turned red.” Jervis burst into a fit of giggles, but they faded out when Alyssa refused to look at him.

“Look at me!” his voice lost all of its affection as he tightly gripped her chin and forced her eyes to meet hers. “You’ve spent all these years ignoring who you are, you’ve actually forgotten! You’ve built up this idea, this persona. You think you’re above me, you’re not above me, dear ‘Lyssa, we’re the same!”

“We’re nothing alike.” Alyssa said lowly. “Not anymore.”

“Now you see, that, right there...” he released his bruising grip on her to point in her face. “There’s that illusion. It’s alright, I had it when we were separated too. But we’re finally together again.” he brushed the back of his gloved hand along her cheek, making Alyssa flinch away. “You don’t have to be scared. I’ll take care of you, I promise.”

Alyssa screamed, throwing the glass of wine she had been drinking at the wall. She couldn’t keep going like this. It had taken her ten years to get Jervis out of her head last time, and she wasn’t about to go through that again.

She sighed, rubbing at her temples. She knew this was self-destructive behavior. She’d had enough experience with it to be an expert. She just wasn’t sure she was strong enough to face her demons and be able to win. She had fought too hard already; her amour was full of holes and covered in rust.

Her ringing phone interrupted her medieval musings, and she was tempted to throw it against the wall with the red wine that was currently staining her carpet. But she didn’t do that. Instead, she answered it.

“Hello?”

“’Lyssa darling!”

Alyssa immediately hung up. It didn’t take very long for her phone to ring again. Huffing, she answered it once more. “Yes?”

“Careful my dear, I wouldn’t be so quick to dismiss. If you do, it’s your dear heart’s love down the abyss.”

“What are you rambling about now?”

“I did a little research my dear. To see who had taken my place and become the new Andy; your little arm candy.”

That got her attention. Jervis had been convinced that Andy was coming between them, which had led to him killing him. If she thought she had a new ‘Andy’, whoever he had decided it was was in big trouble. Plus, his rhyming habit was back, which Alyssa knew meant that he was already teetering on the edge.

“Alright, alright, I’m listening. You have my full attention.” She assured, doing her best to keep her voice level.

“Good.” Jervis said pleasantly. “Then you won’t mind joining me for tea. Nothing formal this time, just our usual set up in Arkham.”

“Aren’t you on the run from Arkham? I’d hate to see you locked back in there.”

“Oh ‘Lyssa dear, you underestimate me.” someone screamed in the background of the call, and Alyssa heard several gun shots. “You know, it is remarkable how quickly the police in this town respond nowadays.” Alyssa’s heart dropped to her stomach. “I suggest you hurry, my dear. Between the GCPD and the asylum’s residents, there are quite a few people here that you care about I can hurt.”

#jervis tetch #selina kyle imagine #jim gordon #gotham tv show

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novemberhope · 6 years ago

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Everybody Hurts (George x Adora)

I guess when people are hurt - really, really hurt - they kind of lose their common sense. And that's about my only explanation for what had happened. There we were in that shabby-looking old room, and the next thing I remember … is, well, silence. I’d been crying, crying about Charlie leaving, being jealous of Evanna for spending time with him during her internship, blaming myself for the whole mess, and George, he’d been complaining about Lyssa and their breakup, about what she’d said to Danny, about Danny in general, about the nice little scene we’d stumbled on earlier, about how she’d apparently just moved on without a second glance. And then, well … silence. I was still sitting there on the old sofa, tears all over my face, my hair a mess, my dress all dusty from following George through moldy and creepy old secret passages. And George was sitting across from me, looking so angry and hurt, and he, too, had dust over his dressing robes. And there it was - the silence. The thoughts. The need to hurt back the people who’d hurt us. The sudden urge to show them that we didn’t need them. That we were perfectly fine without them. And the second I had those thoughts, I looked into George’s eyes and saw them widen, realizing that he, too, had those thoughts. And that’s when I knew that there was nothing I could do about what would happen next.

Okay, fine, I have to admit, there’s always something you can do to prevent stuff like that from happening. Unless you’re on drugs, which we weren’t. But if you don’t want to fight it, if you’ve lost everything in one night and you think you’ve got nothing else to lose, well … try to fight it, won’t work. Didn’t work in my case. But then again, I didn’t even try. I just went along with everything that happened next.

We kissed – or, to be more accurate, we were all over each other. You couldn’t call that kissing anymore. It was more like, well, kissing, touching, groaning, well, you get the picture. And the ripping of clothes. Which, actually, is a lot more difficult in real life. Books usual describe it as a one-sentence-action. Believe me, takes a lot more time than that. Especially if those clothes happen to be Christmas Dance dressing robes. Good thing we had our wands. Magic really helps a lot sometimes.

Well, I guess I’d never thought this would ever happen. To me, of all people. With my ex-boyfriend’s brother. But in that very moment, I couldn’t care less. It felt wonderful. It made me forget. There was no more pain, no more hurt, no more bad feelings, doubts, blame, worries. There was just … well, us. The things we did. Primal instincts had taken over. I was living the moment, going along with whatever happened next. This was so much better than all the pain I’d been going through just a few minutes ago. I wanted this to last forever.

However, it didn’t last forever. The next morning came. And with it, naturally, came guilt.

Thinking back, I’m still astonished how different things can get. Looking back, I can see the innocent little princess falling for her first crush, trying not to be pushed into something she didn’t want to do, experimenting with kisses and a little bit of making out. I can see her going through her first breakup and then realizing she’d been in love with her best friend for a while now, entering a more mature relationship, becoming a woman, thinking about a future together, a life together. Then in all came tumbling down like a house of cards, when her prince decided that saving the princess from dragons wasn’t all that great – but working with dragons oh so amazing. So the princess got left behind for bloody dragons and turned to, well, to keep it in royal terms, the jester for comfort. Comfort turned out to be not so comforting, since the jester had his own problems to deal with. In general, the lesson learned is – well, love sucks. Never fall in love. Never let yourself care. But we’re only human and it’s in our nature to care and to love, whether we’re muggleborn or witches and wizards. It’s also in our nature to make mistakes, and sometimes, primal instincts just take over, no matter how old or how experienced we are and no matter that we should know or do know better. In this little fairytale, the princess and the jester spend the night in a dusty and cold old secret room in the castle, and since fairytales are usually read by children, I’ll just say ‘spend the night’. However, you’re not a child, so I guess you get the picture. And sometimes, well, fairytales have not-so-great endings. Or, as we know from certain lyrics, fairytales can go bad.

And so I woke up, with an aching back from the bloody old sofa and a murderous headache, looking around that shabby old room, taking in the dust and the pieces of clothing thrown all across the dirty floor, and George’s warm (and naked) body right next to time. I tried to close my eyes again, hoping that when I would open them again, I’d wake up fully dressed in my own bed, alone, or preferably with Charlie, who would tell me that he’d finally chosen me over Romania. But of course, when I opened my eyes, the picture remained the same. Me. George. Naked.

Next to me, George began to stir, and when he finally opened his eyes and took in the same view I’d just seen, a few seconds of awkward silence passed.

“Ahhh … morning”, he finally said, slowly pulling himself up into a seating position on the sofa, still next to me.

“Umm … morning”, I replied; trying to cover myself with my arms and hands, since I was still, well, naked. At least George noticed that and got hold of my midnight blue ball gown, covering both of us with the smooth fabric.

“Soooo …”

“So …”

Gosh, it was really, really awkward. There was nothing left of the raging emotions from the night, nothing left at all expect guilt and shame and the nagging question of what would happen next.

“So I guess we really did it …”

“Looks like it …”

“Hmmmh, I think I have a really clear picture in my mind of you trying to dig your non-existent fingernails into my back, screaming my name. So yeah, we definitely did it.”

I think I turned beet-red when he said this, desperately searching my mind for an answer. I didn’t … did I? I had a lot of blurry pictures in my mind, but I couldn’t recall any specific situation.

There was a grin on his face and he playfully pulled at one of my tangled curls. “I’m trying to lighten the mood here”, he explained. “You look like you’re about to start crying.”

“I’m not!” I indignantly said, slapping his fingers away. I wasn’t some silly girly-girl who’d go all teary-eyed on him now. What had happened was my fault as much as his. I knew that.

“Good for you.” He was becoming more and more the George I knew, now that the first few awkward moments of realization had passed. “You know, you should consider yourself lucky. Fred and I did a survey once. 70% of the girls here at school want to … well, they want to shag a Weasley twin at least once during their time at Hogwarts.”

He looked at me expectantly and I rolled my eyes at this, hoping Fred would never go as far as telling Keira about that. She’d probably throw that stupid survey into his face. Along with the nearest piece of furniture she could get hold of, probably.

“Really?” I said, trying my best to sound sarcastic, even though I’d rather hide away somewhere and die of shame. “That’s what you two do in your free time? Coming up with surveys on how many girls want to, well, do it with you? Gee! You know, if you’d put that much effort in your studies, you’d probably be winning all class prizes at the end of the year.”

“Booooring.” He gave me one of the cocky smiles he was famous for. “Besides, you know what the really weird part is?”

“Weirder than you and your twin doing surveys on how many girls want to do it with you!?”

He ignored me and just continued. “Well, neither you nor Keira were on that list”, he said.

My head felt like exploding and I closed my eyes, massaging my temples. “If you or Fred had ever approached me with a survey like that, I’d have slapped you with it and then set the parchment on fire”, I grumbled.

“Exactly my point.” I still had my eyes closed, but I knew he was smiling at me. “It’s weird that in the end, you end up with the one person who … well, who never followed you around, practically begging you to drag her into the nearest broom closet.”

“And who’s your ex-boyfriend’s younger brother”, I said, not finding this one bit amusing. I knew he was just trying to lighten up the mood, to pass this off as a joke, but right now, I felt miserable and I just wasn’t in the mood for jokes.

There was another minute of silence, and then he sighed.

“Yeah, or that”, he quietly said. “Listen, Adora, I know I’m not the person you want to sneak into broom closets with. And you know you’re one of my closest friends and …”

“I know I’m not the person you want to kiss senseless in a dark and dirty and smelly broom closet, yeah yeah.” I opened my eyes again, but avoided to look at him.

“What happened tonight in this room …”

“Stays in this room”, I firmly said. “I swear, Georgie, if you ever tell anyone – especially Fred or Lee! – I’ll blast you with the Killing Curse! I swear!”

He started laughing. “My, we’re fierce today, aren’t we? But honestly, I hope you know that I don’t run around telling people such personal things. I’m not …”

His face hardened, and instantly I reached out and touched the bare skin of his arm with my fingertips. I knew what – or rather, who – he was thinking about just now.

He smiled down at me. “Anyway, I won’t tell”, he said. “We both shouldn’t. Makes it easier to, you know …”

“Leave it all behind? Yeah …”

“Still, you know, you’re my friend. Always will be. And we’ll probably be seeing a lot of each other during these winter holidays. So we should just accept the fact that this has happened and … hey, it wasn’t that bad, was it?”

There was that mischievous smile again, and I couldn’t help it, I had to smile back.

“Actually, I kind of get it why you’ve got such a huge percentage of girls wanting to drag you into broom closets”, I smiled.

“Aaaah. Well, I take that as a compliment, then. And if we’re ever doing a survey on how many girls actually shagged a Weasley twin …”

“I swear, if you ever connect my name with something like that, well, there’s always the Killing Curse waiting!”

Grinning, he climbed off the sofa, not bothering to cover himself, and started to pick up his clothes from the floor.

“Well, wouldn’t be worth it anyway. Believe it or not, but there aren’t that many. Not even if you count both me and Fred.”

“Errr, yeah, whatever.” I covered my ears. “Please no more information on your, well, sex life, okay? I’m going to sneak into my dormitory now, trying to get some sleep.”

… and probably crying my eyes out. Over my own stupidity and over losing Charlie and well, over everything and life in general. Being a teenager just sucked, whether in the magical world or not.

“That’s probably a good idea”, George just said. “We need some time to, well …”

“Let this all sink in properly.”

“Yeah, exactly.”

We dressed in silence and then stumbled back through the dirty old corridors and passages, back into the main castle and then off we went into our beds. But as for sleeping … well, I think anyone can guess how that went.

#old story #george x adora #pov #oc: adora #based on an old roleplaying game

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Opposites Attract (Chapter 78)

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Despite the soft smile that usually graced his face her presence, Jervis Tetch was not a happy kid. Which was why Alyssa was so confused when he showed up at her house one day with the singular widest smile she’d ever seen.

He grabbed her hand -- something else he never did -- and yanked her outside with him before the door even closed behind his sister, who had come to play dolls with Jamie.

“What’s happening?” Alyssa gave him a look.

“You gotta see this!” he said, his grin still firmly in place. He spun to face the cracked sidewalk in front of the shack of a house, a hand digging into his pocket. “Hey!” he called out to the first person he saw; a blurry looking man who was more than likely only standing on that corner for...business reasons.

“Jervis, what are you doing?” Alyssa’s voice took on a worried tone. One of the staple rules of living in Gotham slums was not to call out to this type of person. Even those doing business with them approached quietly.

“Just trust me, ‘Lyssa.” he walked up to the man with a confidence the Jervis she knew yesterday did not posses, leaving her to run after him.

She missed the initial conversation that took place. By the time she caught up with Jervis he’d taken his hand out of his pocket to reveal one of the beat up pocket watches he liked to tinker with. The ticking coming from it sounded...odd...

“Listen to the watch.” Jervis said smoothly. “The way it’s ticking....synchronizes with your heart beat, doesn’t it?”

Alyssa looked between her friend and drug mule with a frown. Any other day such a man would be threatening them with his gun by now. But he wasn’t. Instead he seemed....she wasn’t sure. His eyes were glassy, and his arms hung limp at his sides like a rag doll’s. To be honest, she was surprised the man’s feet were still holding him upright.

“Look into my eyes.” Jervis was saying. “Not above them, not around them, but deep into their center....”

Though this man’s eyes were a thousand yards away, Jervis’ were lively and gleeful when they looked to her.

“Tell him to do something.”

“Huh?”

“Tell him to do something.” he repeated. “Anything.”

Quietly thinking her friend had finally snapped and lost his marbles, Alyssa gave the older man a look. “....Jump up and down.”

To her utter amazement, the man did so instantly, the contents of his jacket pockets shaking as he did so.

“What in the --?!”

Jervis laughed. “Stop.” he ordered the man, who immediately froze. “Bark like a dog!” A series of yips and growls started coming from his mouth.

“Jervis, what’s happening?”

“It’s the watch!” he exclaimed, holding the old thing up to show her. “I don’t know how but, something about the way it ticks, it can make people do anything!”

“You made a pocket watch that can control people?” Alyssa said incredulously. Her friend nodded.

The day Jervis first showed her what he could do, Alyssa had been very young. Though living in Gotham was a hard thing to do, even she had been an innocent child once.

It was perhaps this day, that began to put an end to that.

She turned to the barking man with a mischievous sort of smirk that only a child can manage. “Hey Fido!” she drew his attention. “You got any cash on you?”

Eyes glassed over and looking right through her, the man reached into one of the pockets of his jacket and pulled out a large wad of rolled up bills.

“Hand it over!”

Money was an extreme rarity in Alyssa’s life. While she understood the need to pay for things like food and heat more than a seven year old should, she still craved the shiny material things in life that any other child her age did.

Which was why, once her fingers wrapped around the wrinkled bills, she didn’t think twice about pulling on Jervis’ hand and heading for a toy store.

*******

It seemed as though every time Alyssa attempted to put some light back into her life, the world laughed in her face.

Ivy Pepper, who had taken up a permanent residence at the Safe Haven Hotel, was meant to be turning sixteen next week. Key word meant. No one seemed to know where she was, and it wasn’t like her to disappear without telling someone to water her plants.

Alyssa ran her fingers over the petals of a flower with a sigh. She, Selina, and a few others who had grown close to Ivy had been so excited to put this greenhouse together for her. It was the girl’s literal definition of paradise and she was certain she’d have loved it, if she ever got the chance to see it.

“....’Lyssa?” a small voice broke her out of her thoughts.

Alyssa turned on her heel and her breath caught in her throat. “Alice?”

******

Jervis insisted on spending the majority of the money they’d gotten on Alyssa. She’d told him several times to look for something for himself, but he refused to leave her side to do so. Had she not been so wrapped up in her shopping spree, Alyssa may have noticed the way the boy was watching her with a transfixed adoration.

Because Alyssa was who she was, the majority of her purchases were somewhat sensible. A sturdy pair of converse that would hold up longer than her duct tape covered sneakers. A black canvas jacket that not only kept away the city chill but it actually fit her as opposed to her oversize secondhand clothes.

But a display in the window of a higher-end toy store caught her eye. Delicate dolls in Victorian era gowns with perfect little china faces were sitting down to tea. It looked a little like one of Jamie and Alice’s set ups, and she was sure in their minds this was exactly that.

“Do you like them?” Jervis spoke up from behind her.

“I’ve never had a doll before....” Alyssa said more to herself than to him. True, Jamie was the Connors girl who was more likely to want to dress up a doll or set up a wedding for her raggedy Ann and Andy, but Alyssa could not recall the last time she had purchased a toy that did not end up being her sister’s. The older Connors simply did not have the time to play with them.

“Which one’s your favorite?” Jervis looked between her and the window display.

Alyssa studied the miniature garden party. The dolls were all extremely fancy and looked nothing like her in her jeans and t-shirt. There was one doll however that had shoulder-length brown hair like she did. Her dress was a velvety maroon color with silky accents. She had feathers in her hat.

“The purple one.” she decided, staring at the display longingly. How nice it would be to sit down to a tea party with her sister and wear a dress that wasn’t moth eaten, using a tea set that all matched. The ding of a bell over a door broke her from her daydream and she looked up to see Jervis entering the store. “Hey!” she ran in after him.

Jervis was talking to the man at the front desk and pointing towards the window display. The next thing Alyssa knew a box was being placed in her hands, the doll from the tea party staring back at her through a plastic lined window.

She looked up at Jervis, who was smiling shyly at her. A wide grin broke out on Alyssa’s face and without a second thought, she planted a kiss on his cheek. Jervis’ eyes went wide and his face flushed, making her giggle.

“Ya know somethin’ Jer? You’re the sweetest boy I’ve ever met.”

*******

The blonde had appeared shaken upon entering the greenhouse, but a smile broke out across her face at Alyssa’s recognition.

“Oh my god!” she wrapped her arms around the smaller woman. “Is this for real, are you really here?”

“Yeah, I am. It’s good to see you.”

Alyssa pulled back from the hug and studied Alice’s face with a sigh. “Wow, the last time I saw you, you were pulling the marshmallows out of a box of lucky charms. What are doing here?”

“I-I’m in trouble.” the happiness had faded from Alice’s face. “I heard you were in town, I heard about what you’ve been doing, I thought....”

“You’re safe here.” Alyssa assured her. “I promise.” her own nostalgic happiness fading, it occurred to her that if one Tetch was here the other may not be far behind. She hesitated, unsure how to approach the topic. Alice had been small at the time, but the last time Alyssa had seen the siblings in the same room was when Jervis had finally snapped. “.....Jervis?” she finally asked.

Alice looked down and shook her head. “He only got worse. Social services sent him away just before I turned ten. I didn’t get to see him after that.”

“And you said you’re in trouble....”

“Yeah.” she sighed. “‘Lyssa.....he’s obsessed with how things were when we were kids. It’s all he’d ever talk about. Sometimes....Sometimes it was like he’d even forget I wasn’t five and he wasn’t eight anymore.” she blinked and looked up in startled realization, Alyssa sharing her expression as they both remembered the piece of the puzzle that was still unaccounted for.

“Jamie.” they said at the same time.

As if on cue, the phone attached to the far wall rang.

******

Alyssa and Jervis were extremely close after that day. They took an innocent sort of delight in getting what they wanted; they were so young that the gravity of what they were doing did not occur to them.

Jervis crafted a second watch that carried the same hypnotic tune. Where his was old and beaten up, this one was a shiny gold with a design of gears and a crown on the front.

In his tinkering, he developed a small pile of spare parts. He presented the second watch to Alyssa, along with the odds and ends which he had crafted into a small golden bird on a silver chain. She seemed to like this better, but allowed Jervis to assist her in securing both around her neck.

His fingers lingered, brushing across her hair for a bit longer than they should have, but what ever trance the poor boy was under was broken when his friend turned back to face him with a wide smile.

Yes, when they were together, Jervis Tetch was the picture of innocence.

When they were apart, however....

Alyssa laughed at something the man had said. He was too far away to have heard it, but he’d know that wide smile anywhere.

Andrew Lewis was becoming a problem. It was one thing when Alyssa had been able to use her friendship with the older man to get extra sweets from the food bank he volunteered at, but thanks to him they no longer had need of food banks, therefore they no longer had need of Andy.

Yet despite the fact that it was Jervis who had given her the world, his sweet Alyssa still spent the time she was supposed to be spending with him with this...this...

He saw the smallest of smiles cross his friend’s face and his anger evaporated instantaneously. Sweet, sweet Alyssa. Though she put up a strong front, he knew that deep down she was just as broken a vulnerable as he was. She wanted what any child wanted; a family that cared about them. As her own blood failed to meet such requirements, she looked for comfort in any place she could find it.

The poor thing saw Andrew Lewis as the father she’d never had.

Well, he could fix that. A little practice and time to set up, he could make Andy obsolete.

After all, why would his Alyssa need to search out a perfect father figure when he could fix the one she already had for her?

******

Alyssa’s hand shook as she picked up the handset.

“Hello?”

“Lyssa!” a bright, cheery voice said from the other end of the line. “You don’t know how lovely it is to hear your voice again.”

Alyssa swallowed the lump in her throat. He had a point; it was one thing to see him as himself again, but it was another thing to hear his voice after all these years sans Hatter rhyming. “Jervis...” she said, glancing at Alice, silently conveying that both their fears had been confirmed.

A satisfied hum came from the other end of the line. “I know you were surprised to see me last night. It must have been jarring to see me as,” he laughed a bit. “well, as myself after so long.” he spoke of it so lightly, as though forgetting everything about yourself and becoming someone else entirely was a commonplace thing.

“...Yes, it was.” She cursed the break in her voice. It had been over twenty years, she shouldn’t still be this afraid of him!

“I was hoping to invite you to tea, for old time’s sake. I ran into a friend of yours that brought a few guest of his own.” the was a small shuffling sound. “Say hello, Victor.”

“Hello Victor.” Zasz’s voice crackled over the line.

A string of curses ran through Alyssa’s head while Jervis merely laughed. “Sorry. I slip sometimes.”

“Let them go.”

“Oh but Alyssa dear, the party is yet to begin! Can’t start without the guest of honor after all, can we my queen?”

Alyssa couldn’t help but flinch. The title had sounded kind and innocent coming from the Mad Hatter, but coming from Jervis it sent chills down her spine.

A sound came from the background, a muffled sort of wail. Jervis chuckled. “Seems I’m not the only one eager for the fun to start. I must say, that Victor friend of yours does know how to do his job well. All it took was the address of the hospital and Jamie was brought here in a flash.”

Alyssa was beginning to feel ill. Zasz and his girls, she was quite certain, could withstand almost any injury Jervis placed upon them. Even if she did not want to see them hurt -- not that she would ever tell Zasz that -- she knew they were built to handle it.

Jamie on the other hand was not. She was innocent and soft, and despite her skills at repairing injuries, she did not have the tough outer-shell that everyone else involved in this situation shared.

“.....What do you want?” her voice came out submissive and quiet, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to care.

“Now that’s more like it.” she could hear the smile in his voice. “Like I said, the party can’t start without the guest of honor. And if I know my sister I’m willing to bet she’s already found you. Bring her along as well. We can have a proper tea party like the old days.”

“I don’t know where you are.”

“Oh, not to worry my dear. Someone should be by your office with a car and proper attire shortly.”

******

When Alyssa blearily opened her eyes as the first rays of sun were beginning to poke through her dirty bedroom window, she was certain she was still dreaming.

There was no way she was smelling the sent of freshly made bacon coming from her own kitchen.

Still, a glance at the clock told her that she needed to get up to deliver her newspapers. So she dragged herself from her bed and headed into the living room, rubbing her eyes.

She rubbed them again for good measure when the pile of newspapers that was typically waiting for her on the table along with the days mail was not there. Instead, a glass vase with single orange rose sat in it’s place.

Alyssa stepped forward and ran her fingers over the petals. It was real, it was fresh, and the vase had water in it. She blinked in confusion just as the smell of bacon wafted from the kitchen again. Her mouth watering, she followed the smell.

In the kitchen, were both her parents. Wide awake and with smiles on their faces, her father was frying bacon and flipping pancakes while her mother was on the other side of the small kitchen squeezing fresh orange juice.

Okay, now she was definitely dreaming.

“Morning sweetheart.” her mother greeted her with a smile, the usual signs of a hangover on her face not present. “Breakfast will be ready soon. Your father drove around and delivered all your papers for you; we figured you could use the extra sleep.”

“The money’s in the front pouch of your backpack.” her father added in a pleasant voice she hadn’t been aware he possessed.

Alyssa could do nothing but gape. Even on their good days, her parents were never this productive. She’d never seen either of them conscious before 11am, and she could not think of a single, solitary time that they had actually given her money. Usually she had to hide it from them or one of them would take it.

Several stuttering noises came out of her throat as Alyssa raised a hand to make a point, only to lower it as she looked behind her for signs of the black hole she had apparently stepped through.

“...W-What’s happening?”

“Do you like it?” a new voice made her turn on her heel. There was Jervis; a large grin on his face, his watch dangling from a chain clipped to his pocket. “I admit working out the details took quite a while. It seems to take a great deal of effort to get someone to act so opposite of their typical nature.”

He said this with the air of intrigue he discussed all his experiments with, leading Alyssa to realize that a black hole was not the cause of her parent’s shift in behavior.

Upon closer examination, while both adults wore pleasant faces with smiles, the smiles did not reach their eyes. Instead their eyes were blank, regarding everything around them with a familiar glassy look.

Alyssa glanced back and forth between Jervis and her parents a few times. Sure, this was the happy family set up she’d always secretly wished for, but it had been such a far off wish that the change was drastic and jarring.

“You’re tense.” Jervis said sympathetically. He walked around her and pulled one of their kitchen chairs away from the table. “Here, sit, eat. I’ll get Jamie and Alice up and ready for the the day.”

“What are we doing?”

“There’s a lot of errands to be done this weekend.” her father informed, setting a plate and a bottle of syrup on the table in front of her. “Your mother is taking you and Jamie to look for new clothes as you girls are growing like weeds, and I’m on grocery shopping duty.”

“You know where the grocery store is?” Alyssa frowned.

“Course I do, kiddo.” he chuckled and ruffled the hair on top of her head.

Alyssa had flinched at the coming of his hand on instinct, but somehow the affection felt worse than the usual hits and shoves that usually came her way every time he touched her. In fact, Alyssa could not remember the last time he’d shown any kind of physical affection, if any affection at all.

Huh. So this was what it was like to have a normal family.

******

Both the car and the man driving it reminded Alyssa of her experiences with Falcone far more than she was comfortable with.

When Jervis had mentioned ‘proper attire’ for the tea party, she had been expecting fancy dresses with far more frills than necessary. Well, that was what Alice had gotten, Alyssa had been handed torn up jeans, a tshirt, a pair of black converse, and a jacket eerily similar to the one she had not worn since she was ten.

It seemed Alice had been right, and her brother was taking the phrase ‘living in the past’ to new levels.

As she slid the jacket on, on of the pockets came down heavier than the others. She reached inside and her heart stopped for what had to be the ninth time that day.

Jervis had sent her the golden bird necklace.

******

It was strange. Her parents were acting like....well, like parents. Her mother bought her clothes that were new and actually fit, her father presented her with a tub of ice cream he’d purchased from the store upon their return -- moose tracks, her favorite, something she was certain he hadn’t known.

This was the life she’d always wanted. So why was it freaking her out?

How far did Jervis’ watch actually go? Had it implanted all these details about her sizes, her favorite things, or were these things her parents had known before this morning?

It was a bitter-sweet thought if it was the latter; on one hand, they paid enough attention to her to know specifics about her, but on the other hand, they’d never put them to any use.

God, she just couldn’t be satisfied with anything could she? Here she was, hopes and dreams dropped into her lap, and still finding something to lament over.

Sigh. She needed some juice.

She pushed herself up from her bed -- newly made with Care Bear sheets -- but frowned when she noticed Jervis was missing from the room. There were Alice and Jamie, fast asleep and with properly filled stomachs for once, but wear was Jervis?

This whole day had been very odd, but something in this moment didn’t quite sit well with her. She grabbed her black canvas coat and darted from the room.

The weight of her watch in the right-hand pocket of the jacket hit against her hip as she pulled it on.

#edward nygma imagine #oswald cobblepot imagine #jerome valeska imagine #jervis tetch imagine #alyssa connors #gotham #gotham tv show #gotham fanfiction

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