#Queen Lauren 🖤

[call-sign-shark]

SHARK! So I went to rewatch Dune: Part One in IMAX this weekend (which was so much fun btw, would recommend!) and I was listening to the ost afterwards, and the track Song of the Sisters makes me think SO MUCH of Heaven! It’s just got this eerie, witchy vibe to it that I associate with her!

https://youtu.be/xVpK6rPUVEQ?si=hQI60VJ1M79P8eGY

Oh Lauren that’s adorable!! I’ve watched it a couple of times because I am really fond of Dune in general, so I can only approve your taste. First of all let me tell you that I’m genuinely touched that you thought about Heaven, like, come on? This is sweet. 🖤 And then I listened to it and got extremely surprised at how right you were. The length of the soundtrack as well as the many variations it has strengthen this unsettling vibe. And it’s SO SO eerie I love it! Especially the use of unintelligible whispers all murmuring at the same time, which is an eerie trope to die for. This is going straight to her playlist, thank you so much Laur 🖤 — And this was the fuel I needed to start working on chapter 16, after that meeting with Luca

By the way, I hope you’re as excited as I am about Dune 2!

[call-sign-shark]

I absolutely adore your replies, and the Lucy one is so so fitting. Big plus for the grey wolf as an animal totem and “sorrow” as an emotion. My poor little red demon is really a martyr as well as a warrior. 🤭🖤

My OC As...

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Tagging @moral-terpitude, @cillmequick, @zablife, @runnning-outof-time, @shelbydelrey, @cassieuncaged, @peakyswritings, @call-sign-shark, and anyone else who would like to do this! Feel free to say I tagged you!

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Lauren Drain, fit queen. 🖤

[baesimss]

Les Regalia | Windenburg 🖤

Nestled in the heart of Windenburg's Queen's District, Les Regalia is a sophisticated shopping square housing luxury brands such as Jo Malone, Hermes, Van Cleef & Arpels, Cartier, and Ralph Lauren. With prestigious beauty salon La Marie, gourmet Cafe De La Rue, fragrance store Noir Parfumerie and a luxury valet service, Les Regalia offers a premier retail experience. The shopping square is more than just a shopping destination; it is a lifestyle experience that combines luxury and style, truly reflecting the regal spirit of Windenburg.

♡ Credits & Gratitude: An immense thank you goes out to all of the builders and cc creators that helped make Les Regalia happen. Putting this all together has been such a joy and this area has become my favorite area in my entire save file so far. Les Regalia features builds from @shesimsplayer, @bbygyal123 and @aashwarr, all I did was minor tweaking/revamping/building to put it all together in a cohesive manner and fill out the space. I've also utilized billboards and art around this area created by @kekeyw, @simwearsprada and @lijoue.

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[mushibashiraas]

i suddenly have a random final timeline/bonten timeline yuzuha idea aaaa it is very very short!! but all the same. i've never romantically written for my girls. like. ever (going all the way back to 2014). might as well as start with my favorite tokrev girl, shiba yuzuha! aaaa

gn! reader. be aware of manga spoilers for the final timeline arc and the bonten timeline arc in tokyo revengers. aaaa also be warned for some pet names, crack, fluff, & a bit of cute, soft humor. .....and maybe two.... little.... borderline spicy moment.... and some hints at a uh.... long, very intimate night together.... in bed..... *looks away. i love yuzuha too much* OH OH! and a hint of some sassy yuzuha heart eyesss! so sexy of her! aaa queen 🖤🖤

yuzuha and hakkai had less than an hour to leave for their first flight out of the country. all of their bags were packed, intinerary checked and double-checked by the elder's thorough, sharp eyes. the designer already notified of what time they'd be getting in for the showcase of his latest summer line. hakkai was already downstairs patiently waiting for his sister to — what he thought — finish doing her hair and makeup.

thing is, she wasn't even out of bed yet.

"....we have to leave, (name). or hakkai and i will miss our flight."

her partner rolled over, arms caging yuzuha in place on the duvet. "no...! five more minutes..." they slurred, half-asleep.

yuzuha chuckled, "i should have gotten up an hour and a half ago. we've spent enough time in bed."

"we can spend more time if you want. i want to hear more of those noises you made last night," (name) slyly suggested, their eyes darkening with lust. hey! their girlfriend looked so gorgeous with her long, light brown hair all splayed out on the pillows, no makeup, and half-closed eyes warmly gazing down at them with so much love that they didn't know what to do with it all. they immediately got embarrassed and flustered, burying their face in yuzuha's side.

"wh-what are you getting all flustered for, darling?! especially after saying all that just now!" yuzuha shrieked, equally embarrassed!

"yuzuha?! you and (name) alright? i heard you yell!"

"w-we're okay, hakkai...! i-i'll be right down! oh— ah, don't come up!" his older sister and manager hollered down from her bed. turning to her problem burrowing further and further under the covers. "(name)-chan...? (name)!" she laughed. "stop! that tickles. hey! we'll be late! we can have more fun when we get back." yuzuha threw off the blankets and playfully shoved her partner off of her legs and tummy effectively cutting them off from distracting her and making her and her brother two hours late.

leaping out of bed before her sleepy lover could tackle her back into bed and smother her with more kisses, the woman rushed into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

after showering, getting dressed, and applying makeup, the brunette tied her hair up in a tidy, professional bun. once her teeth were brushed, she walked out to see (name) sitting up in bed scrolling through their phone. "well, how do i look? i won't embarrass my famous little brother, will i?" she did a slow twirl in front of the full-length mirror hanging on the back of her bedroom door. not hearing anything, yuzuha turned around. "th-this is a ralph and lauren suit... and the jewelry was personally picked out by mitsuya. he thought they'd compliment my looks and the dark suit. was he wrong...?" she was confused. did her angel not like her outfit? as much as they loved fashion, they weren't as into it as hakkai and mitsuya takashi. but they did keep up with the trends as religiously as her brother and friend did. so the middle shiba sibling didn't understand (name)'s silence, no less them gaping like a fish.

"yuzu-chan." (name) said in a frighteningly calm voice.

"d-did i embarrass you, darling? i am so sorry, dear! i-i'll go change right now!"

grabbing their love's wrist preventing them from swiftly marching back into the bathroom and walk-in closet, (name) dropped to the floor on her knees. "you call me your angel. but in reality, i am the sinner and you are the saint!"

"....huh?"

"my love, i have never craved for anything. no worldly jewels nor heavenly visions can compare to your beauty, my queen. i live only to serve and protect you, my lady. just say the word and i will wait on you hand and foot. forever and always. anything you desire is yours as long as i remain by your side, if you'll have me, your majesty." (name) recites before chastly kissing yuzuha's ring finger, as if she is a heavenly queen.

"wh-what?! what are you saying? what are you talking about? you're teasing me again! s-stop it! i-i'm glad you love the suit...! stop kissing my arm! don't ruin my makeup!" yuzuha laughs. "hakkai and i have to go any minute now! (name)-chan, please!" she uselessly pushed against her "royal knight" not hearing a knock at her door, nor the voice saying he was coming in.

"sis', what are you screaming about this time? you okay? mitsuya's jet is gonna leave without us, you know—!" yuzuha's brother, hakkai, jumped backward shouting and covering his eyes. quickly turning around, he hollered at (name), "hey! let my sister leave already! what are you two?! high schoolers confessing to each other again? you two are adults with well-paying jobs! get a grip! come on, sis'!"

"shut up, hakkai! you still can't even talk to female reporters and your female fans without freezing up! and you, (name)-chan! let me leave or," yuzuha jokes, "when i come home, there will be no se—!"

hakkai shrieks, "yuzuha!"

[strawberrymilk4k]

MUSIC ASKS

I’m bored and I thought this would be fun to fill out

I don’t know who to credit this to because I found this on Pinterest

^ If you know who originally did this, then please reblog and credit them ^

also one more thing- I’ll be using this “🖤” emoji to indicate my favorites

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1. a song you like with a color in the title:

“Black Hole Sun“ by Soundgarden 🕳 ☀ (< I’m hilarious) 🖤

2. a song you like with a number in the title:

“7 Weeks & 3 Days″ by yungatita (it’s 2 numbers so I hope it counts lol)

3. a song that reminds you of summertime:

“Can’t Do It Without You” by Austin Moon (yes- the “Austin and Ally” theme song)

 4. a song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about:

“Because Of You“ by Kelly Clarkson (my dad 🗑)

5. a song that needs to be played LOUD:

“AMERICAN HORROR SHOW“ by SNOW WIFE 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ 🖤

6. a song that makes you want to dance:

“Magic Dance“ by David Bowie (from the soundtrack of “Labyrinth“) 🖤

7. a song to drive to:

“Those Eyes“ by New Coast (I can’t drive but I’d imagine it's nice to drive to) 🖤

8. a song about drugs or alcohol:

“Medicine“ by Daughter (this song fucking kills me-) 🖤

9. a song that makes you happy:

“In a Week” by Hozier & Karen Cowley (Hozier my beloved-) 🖤

10. a song that makes you sad:

“Lithium” by Evanescence (it’s so powerful yet so sweet and sad)

11. a song that makes you angry:

“Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve“ by Taylor Swift 🕛 🖤

 (GIVE ME BACK MY GIRLHOOD- IT WAS MINE FIRST) 

12. a song that you never get tired of:

“Breathe“ by Anna Nalick (it’s so- 😫) 🖤

13. a song from your preteen years:

“More Than a Band“ by Lemonade Mouth 😭🖤

14. one of your favorite 80s songs:

“Come on Eileen” by Dexys Midnight Runners 🖤

15. a song you would love to be played at your wedding:

“But I Do Love You“ by LeAnn Rimes (from the soundtrack of “Coyote Ugly”) 🖤

16. a song you like that is a cover by another artist:

“Lovely“ by Lauren Babic & Seraphim (originally by Billie Eilish) 🖤

17. one of your favorite classical songs:

“Für Elise” by Ludwig van Beethoven 

18. a song you would sing for a duet at karaoke:

“Dead Girl Walking“ by Barrett Wilbert Weed & Ryan McCartan 🎤🎤

(^ from the musical version of the original 1980s “Heathers” ^)

19. a song from the year you were born:

“Hey Ya!“ by OutKast (my birthday is February 4th, 2004)

20. a song that makes you think about life:

“Slipping Through My Fingers“ by Meryl Streep & Amanda Seyfried

(^ originally done by ABBA ^)

21. a song that has many meanings to you:

“We’ll Never Have Sex“ by Leith Ross 🖤

(the different meanings I see in it are: pure affection, asexuality, and TW-

trauma from sa and dealing with that during a relationship)

22. a favorite song with a person’s name in the title:

“Thérèse” by Maya Hawk 🖤

23. a song that makes you want to move forward:

“The Show Must Go On“ by Queen (and it never fails to make me cry) 

24. a song that you think everybody should listen to:

“That’s A Woman” by Celtic Thunders Ryan Kelly & Paul Byrom 🖤

(I recommend watching the performance- if you decide to look it up) 

25. a song by a band you wish were still together:

“I Want To Hold Your Hand“ by T.V. Carpio (originally by The Beatles)

(^ from the soundtrack of “Across The Universe” ^)

26.  a song by an artist no longer living:

“You Send Me“ by Sam Cooke 🖤

27. a song that makes you want to fall in love:

“Home“ by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros 🖤

28. a song that breaks your heart:

“Pretty” by Korn (it’s a ROUGH song so please listen with caution)

29. a song by an artist with a voice you love:

“Songbird“ by Naya Rivera 🕊🖤

30. a song you remember from your childhood:

“Little Wonders“ by Rob Thomas (from the “Meet The Robinsons” soundtrack)🖤

31. a song that reminds you of yourself:

“Eye of the Tiger“ by Survivor (I played a lot of Guitar Hero 😂)

(I went to a drag race when I was little and don’t know what happened but there was a long intermission between rounds, so I stood up on the bleachers and sang “Eye of the Tiger” for everybody’s entertainment. I got a “Cars” poster to color in, by a guy who worked there and I was SO happy- to this day I don’t know if he did it because he thought I was funny or to get me to shut up lmao)

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okay! this took a lot longer than I planned but I’m all done :) I hope y’all enjoyed 

if you want to check out my Spotify it’s “strawberrymilk4k” 🖤🖤

[laurenjonesforever]

☆ Introduction !! ☆

Name (s): Kay/Ali/Henri.

Pronouns: They/Them, He/Him, It/Its, Xe/Xem. (They or He preffered <3).

Gender Identity: Non-Binary, Genderfluid/Boyflux, Trans.

Romantic Orientation: Queer, Demiromantic.

Sexual Orientation: Asexual.

Birthday: August 18th.

Style: Alternative, Oujia Fashion, Steampunk, Goth.

Favourite Colours: Black, Purple, Red, Chartreuse, Green.

Symbol: Stars, Swans, The Moon.

Religion: Hellenic Pagan.

Fandoms: A Party To Murder, Good Omens, Big Brother UK, Rebecca Das Musical, Chainsaw Man, Chucky, Beetlejuice, Fantastic Beasts/Harry Potter, and more!!

People I like: Lauren Jones, Ali Bromley, Jodie Steele, Melanie Bright, Kara Lane, Jeremy Jordan, Lachlan Watson, Ezra Butler.

Singers/Bands I like: Mindless Self Indulgence, Queen, Chappell Roan, Sabrina Carpenter, Marina, Mitski, VIPERA, Insane Clown Posse, Green Day.

[NOTE: I do not support Jimmy Urine or his actions, and any other controversial people within the bands/music I like/listen to.]

Other notes about me !! :

- I am neurodivergent !

- I'm British !

- I am a devotee to Lady Aphrodite !

- My favourite animal is a Bat !

That's all, thank you for taking time to read this, have a good day/night !! <33

🖤🖤🖤

[demondmayhew016]

#BLACK QUEEN 🌹👑 💚🖤♥️✊✨

#LAUREN LONDON 📽️💿����🌹💘👑🎤✨

[kreativewritin444]

lovers / t.s

part 3 of the strangers series

thank you for so much support and love as always xx rlly for the patience I’ve been working so much and moving out on my own and everything. So for those who truly love my writing and leave replies It keeps me going so ty 🖤

 clifffffhanggeerrrrrr so much for the next chapter

tagged lists: @literishdegree99​ @cristinagronk16​ @lauren-raines-x​ @em1ly-b​ @imjustheretolaughandcry​ @geeksareunique​ @theycallmerian​ @a-lil-bit-nuts​

warnings: language obvi, fluff, drinking, and violence

  ever since the proposal things have gotten difficult. thomas always on you like a fucking hawk, never allowing you to breathe. you were up to your whits with him, you understood why he did what he did. yet you are your own person. he knew this too.

 so why did he treat you like property?

   “imma’ kill em’, pol.” sitting beside pol at her home. needing to get away, get some advice.

 “ah, for fuck sake. lovers quarrel already?” she huffed out her own smoke. you roll your eyes.

 “of course there will be quarrel, its tommy. i just dont like the possessiveness, im not fuckin’ weak.”

she laughs, “men want to feel power. they want to feel like an alpha, that’s tommy’s way of showing he loves ya’.”

you bit your lip, “oh please.” her eyes widen slightly, pol sets her cup down.

you stand up quickly, pacing back and forth the room. “i will take his name, i will take his love. but i will not take the force he feels to give. the power he so wants will come from elsewhere. im a smart fuckin’ women and i will be damned if he thinks i’ll be anything less.”

without letting polly reply you storm out her house, headed straight for the new shared home you have with tom. the walk just added fuel to your anger, angrier with every step.

-

 you storm inside the home, tommy looking up quickly as the door slams. his eyebrows furrow, “did ya’ not here me when i said i’d pick ya’ up?”

that was the last straw, the gun tucked in your bag was pulled out now at tommy. “i am your wife!” you yelled. he sits back in amusement, you clench your jaw.

you stepped closer to him, putting the gun in front of his face. 

“i am now y/n shelby, so that means i can do whatever the fuck i want whenever i want, remember those words tommy?” you growled.

“i do.” he mutters staring at you with a certain look.

“then you will protect me but while i do as i wish. i am too fuckin’ grown to have you tell me what i shall do! understood?” he pushes the gun away, stepping up.

you stand back, head held high though. “you’re worse than fuckin’ ada.” he mutters before grabbing your face connecting your lips.

you pull away, “i mean it tom, i am your equal. nothing less.”

he stares deeply into your eyes, “you are my queen.”

you roll your eyes as you feel him scoop you up, a soft giggle escapes you as he carries you to the room you both shared.

--

 you walked the streets with a new self gained power, you helped tommy with the business. your wedding was closer than ever, accepting thomas wish for it being in gypsie style.

  you were suppose to meet with ada and pol at the some address that worked under the business. a gypsie dress maker.

  you fumble inside your bag, pulling out a smoke as you glance around you. more cautious now than ever, you notice a man who appeared from london. you knew this because the trip you and tommy took.

 london style men were different than small health men. london was nice but posh, and you had a different idea of things in your mind. things you voiced often to tommy.

  who actually took some of your advice and ideas, eventually allowing you both being equals. in a way, for you knew he had to play his role; and you with yours. you just weren’t gonna be some stay at home mother who got cheated on, too smart for that.

  you enter the building, ignoring the mans eyes on you. ada jumped up excitedly, “oh me god, finally gonna have a real sista’.” she beamed.

pol smiles at me with a true gleam, “i don’t like many, but you’ve proven yourself. you truly were made to be a shelby.” at her words you smack her arm playfully.

“you two stop, or imma’ cry.” you giggle softly, before looking them both seriously.

“i lost my family, i have no one to attend on my behalf... so thank you for the warm welcome. as ada ya’ truly a sister to me, and pol... a mother i needed.” the confession shocked the two gals, them all having their quick moment before it was dress time.

-

  you ended up finding the perfect styled dress, glam but not too much. something that really felt like the new you. pol paid the lady and we all decided to head to the new garrison, who is owned by aurthur now.

   we all sat a table, drinks being brought our way immediately. “well, ladies... toast to findin’ a fuckin’ dress.” you raise your glass with a giggle, throwing it back. already refilling your glass the girls stare at you in a way.

 “do not! it’s a good day, my loves.” you threw back the second glass. lizzie made her way over to the table.

“congrats, y/n. for you have won the raffle.” the sarcasm seeps off her lips as ada and pol exchange glances with each other.

with the two drinks in you, burning your inside rage. you gave the women a wicked smile, “that means a lot lizzie, comin’ from someone who bought every fuckin’ ticket.”

 she stuttered a bit before turning and walking off, the girls beside you eyes wide with amusement. “damn, darlin’. you really are a shelby.”

 thomas and the boys enter, eyes glue onto yours. you wink at the man who  held your gaze, as you refill for the third time. they made their way over esme joining who john recently married.

 “hello, esme.” you call out softly, trying to help her feel welcome as well. tom pulls a chair besides you, arm resting across your shoulders softly.

   “today went well.” you hummed quietly to the man, a soft smile made way on his face.

 “im happy for ya’ love, gonna look beautiful.” you give him a soft kiss before turning towards his ear. “gonna look good with ya’ takin’ it off, of me.”

you lean back with a smirk, joining the conversation as if such things weren’t just spoken. tommy shifts himself softly, and allows his hand to settle on your thigh.

  “ya’ got a smoke?” you ask tommy with a glint in your eyes, already slipping your hand into his coat pulling them out. you place one in-between your lips, leaning forward waiting for the man to light it for you.

  he smirks lighting it for you before giving you a warning squeeze on your thigh. you exhale the smoke, finishing your glass.

that night tommy took you home, and did his way with you. leaving you alone though the next morning, due to some business he had to take care of.

 you didn’t feel so great as you did yesterday, the whole reason you drank so much was to forget that you had no one. no friends nor family, only the blinders. which you loved very much but still, the death of your parents and the death from war still scarred you.

you and tommy helped each other, with the nightmares, the thoughts...but sometimes no one could do anything for what you only deal with inside your mind.

you eventually get out of the bed, taking a nice warm bath relaxing. trying to escape the stress that tries to invade your mind.

--

it was one week to this day, tommy and you get married. you weren’t bridezilla over everything, more letting ada and pol take charge.

 tom was on his way back home from work, so when the door opened you didn’t question the fact it was so quick. a scream was heard from one of the maids, along with a gunshot.

 the flight or fight kicks in as you grab your gun, closing your bedroom door softly. you grab two daggers and clutch them close as you hide in the room.

 “she’s here somewhere. go! look!” a voice boomed confirming it would be more than one man. footsteps echoed the whole house, you begging to any god above for tommy to be back in enough time.

 footsteps approach the room, door flying open. a man in a suit, the man from the other day! without making a sound, the dagger leaves your hand somehow perfectly hitting him in the throat. you rush forward, grabbing the fallen gun. pushing the door closed softly with your foot.

 hand on his mouth to cover up his choking sounds. you stare in horror at the site and how you managed to do this. where was this girl in the alleyway? no this is the girl from the war.

after he finally died, you fall back quickly hiding your dagger and grabbing both guns. you press your ear against the door, it sounded as if there was two or three more men out there.

you quickly, pull the body into the bathroom quietly. so the blood wouldn’t leak. “where is dahmer?” a voice spoke making you freeze.

you hurry back to the spot in the corner of the room, gun aimed at the door. “go check downstairs, you with me!” someone ordered.

you clench your jaw, ready to pull the trigger at anyone who entered the door. just as the footsteps reach the door, gunshots went off downstairs.

“tommy.” you sigh in relief, but it was interrupted as a man bust through the door. you instantly shot him, the bullet landing in his shoulder. you try to dodge his aim, firing once more at him as he does the same.

 his body hits the floor, then another gun shot rang off before steps echoes the house. “y/n!”

his voice was hoarse and scared, “i-im here, tommy.” you call out just as your legs give out.

“oh my god.” he rushes forward, you allow him to pull you close.

“it’s not mi-mine...” you point at the two men behind tommy. who looked at you with so much awe but it quickly went away when you winced.

he quickly scans you, seeing blood was actually dripping from you. down your leg, you were shot.

 “i didn’t fe- i- oh tommy.” your eyes widened, you didn’t realize the last bullet hit you but you were losing a lot of blood.

“a belt tom, give me a belt.” he quickly rips his off himself, you take it tying it tight above the wound.

 “we gotta get you to the hospital.” he scoops you up in no time, dodging any dead bodies. rushing to get you to the hospital.

 he was not about to lose the love of his life one week before marrying her.

 “tom, i got-gotta tell ya’ something.”  you breathe out, the pain finally coming to you.

  “you are my lov- lover. i am so deeply inlove wi-with you.” you choke out as tom glares at you through the mirror.

  “don’t say that fuckin’ shit! ya’ gonna be just fine.” he grits through his teeth, a whimper leaves you when the car jerks your leg.

 “im serious, tommy. i need to kn- know, that yo-” he cuts you off.

“of course, i fucking love ya’ that’s why you won’t fuckin’ die. so shutup back there with that shit!” he snaps but grows worried when he doesn’t hear a response.

“y/n?”

-

 while you were being patched up, finally awake you noticed how the nurses watch and touch you carefully.

“alright,” you wince sitting up more. “the fuck is no one telling me?” for you knew since tommy wasn’t in the room with you something serious was being withheld.

the ladies exchange a look, “i don’t give a fuck! ya’ will tell me what it is!” you yelled out, making the ladies jump. making you feel awful.

“um...” a smaller gal standing in the corner spoke up, earning a glare from a older women. “mrs.shelby, you are with child.”

you felt the air leave your lungs, “leave.” you mutter out.

“but mam, im not fini-” you glare at the older lady. “i said fuckin’ leave!”

everyone goes to leave but you stop the gal who told you the truth. “stay.” her eyes widen but she obeys.

you felt tears spill down your cheek, “who else knows this information?“

she takes over the older lady’s job, finishing my stitches quietly. “your husband, madam.”

your hands found a glass beside you, chucking it at the wall. “fuck!” you scream with your entire heart. the gal shook at the outburst but finishes with your leg.

“i know i have no room to speak, mrs.shelby; but i believe you’ll be a great mother.” the words suck your heart and the sobs erupt from you.

you grip her hand, her eyes softening at your state. “oh god, plea-please dont tell anyone else.” you begged.

she shook your head, “i wont! beside’s your different than the other blinders, you are respectable.” with that she leaves the room, leaving you to gather your thoughts at the idea of being a mother... the fact your mrs.shelby and haven’t even gotten married.

“the fuck is goin’ on?” you mutter to yourself

speaking of where is thomas?

[libraryinthecountry]

★ Have you read The War of Two Queens yet? If not, what is one of your anticipated 2022 releases that you have read! I read TWOTQ back before release, as an ARC and my hardcover pre-order arrived last week! I really love the art that was chosen to be included, as well as the addition of foil stamping on the hardcase. 🖤 Can’t wait for A Light in the Flame and more Daddy Nyktos! Have you read any of Jennifer L. Armentrout’s other books, besides From Blood and Ash? I’ve read most of JLA’s SFF books, but still need to jump into her contemporaries! ★ CURRENTLY //     🎧 Something Wilder by Christina Lauren 📖 Seek & Find by Beatrix Hollow ★ HASHTAGS //     #bookishlife #bookworm #bookstack #igreads #bibliophilelife #bookishpost #booksofinsta #bookstagram #booksofinstagram #bookcommunity #bookaesthetic #bookwormlife #booksbooksbooks #fbaa #thewaroftwoqueens #ashadowintheember #frombloodandash #jenniferlarmentrout #blueboxpress https://www.instagram.com/p/CeRhF59PhLt/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[call-sign-shark]

Sorry I've taken so much time to reply to your lovely comments Lauren, I had a looot these last weeks. but you can't imagine how grateful I am for your reactions!

Despite John's goofy nature, he is depicted as being super close with Arthur so I am pretty sure he'd immediately notice if someone is good for him or not. Even in the show, he was hostile to Linda, acknowledging that her way of taming Arthur was too extreme. Moreover, Heaven and him are quite close when it comes to how old they are! If I remember well in S3 he's 29 and Heaven is 25/26.

I am delighted you picked up the fact that Polly's behavior comes from deep-rooted superstition instead of malice. She is some kind of witch herself, and she knows how dangerous higher forces can be. Don't worry you'll see more of Heaven's abilities later. In the meantime, she can count on Arthur for being reassured right?

You're clairvoyant I swear, because OF COURSE Tommy walked in. This is the most embarrassing way to meet your future brother-in-law I swear! 😂 But you said it: you know your husband well. I am also super happy that you don't picture Tommy's behavior as being unjustified because I can understand him. He's indeed more terrifying in this story but I don't want to depict him as the villain you know what I mean? He's hurt, suspicious, and contrary to the rest of the family, he knows about Heaven's crimes. I think these are good reasons to be afraid of her even if he could have kept from strangling her LMAO.

Heaven in Your Eyes|| Arthur Shelby x OC!Reader

Summary:  When Arthur comes home with his arms wrapped tight around your shoulders, willing to introduce you to the family, the reactions are lukewarm. Some love you, some are wary, and others do not really care. But when it comes to Thomas Shelby, things are different. After meeting you he comes to two conclusions: first, Arthur is madly smitten with you to the point it worries him. Second, he does not like you. Not at all. That's why he tries to scare you away.

Words: 4,5k

TW: smut, non-protected sex, p in v, age gap (reader is in her late 20s), typical canon violence, mention of suicide attempt, mention of drugs, Tommy being a dick,

Notes: ✞ All chapters can be read as stand-alones but it's obviously better if you read everything.

✞ Heaven is OP's original character but written with the use of « you » (Moodboard here).

PREVIOUS || Masterlist || NEXT PART

“Bloody Hell.” 

That was all John could say when his vibrant blue eyes fell on you.  The night Thomas told him Linda and Arthur had divorced, he could not believe it. He, more than anyone else, was well aware of his older brother’s tendencies to kowtow under his wife’s authority. Hence his reluctance to believe in such an improbable event. Once he processed the information, John thought about the whole ordeal over and over again. At first, he genuinely thought Linda was the one who left for she had already threatened Arthur to do so countless times. Let alone the fact their relationship had been hanging on by a thread for a while. Somehow he could not blame her — dealing with his brother’s mental illness and tantrums was overwhelming, he could get it, but if there were positive traits among Arthur’s troubled behaviors they were certainly his loyalty and the gigantic amount of love he could give to his significant other. That was why he was persuaded Arthur would never leave his wife, as much as John and the Shelby women warned him she was not a good person.

— And here he came today after weeks of absolute ghosting, the fairest creature he has ever seen snuggling in his arms. For sure, no one expected it.

“Bloody. Fucking. Hell.” He reiterated, standing in the doorway with his hand still on the knob and his eyes wide open. Astounded, John looked at you from head to toe for probably the tenth time in a row. 

“Are ya going to stand there like a dumbass or can we come in?” Arthur growled. He tightened his protective embrace around you, ready to bounce on his little brother’s throat at the slightest inappropriate comment. You bit your lip, not really sure what to do or say — maybe meeting the Shelby family was not a good idea after all.

“Is she really your woman?”

“Fuck off, John! Let us in.” Arthur said louder. He did not want to throw a brutal fit in front of you but you could feel his body shaking against yours, for John was about to cross the very short limits of his patience. One of your small hands gently stroked his chest in an attempt to calm him. Luckily for John, the sensation of your cold skin, which he could feel through the thin fabric of his shirt, was enough to tame his fire.

John Shelby blinked again and, this time, his thin adorable lips stretched in a teasing smile. You did not know him, but you felt he was about to say something stupid. Very stupid.

“How could such a stunning young girl like her be interested in an old and ugly ass dog like you? Fuck, is that your real hair color tho?” 

The flip in Arthur’s brain switched - it was too much for him not to react.

“YOU LIL PIECE OF —“  

“Arthur, dear.” You said with an indescribably soft voice, stepping in front of him to block his path. You pressed your hands on his chest a second time to gently keep him from fighting with his younger brother and probably knocking him out with his bare fists, “It’s alright. He is just messing with ya, you know?” You looked at him, a loving smile flattering your juicy lips.  Letting a long and noisy exhale out of his quavering mouth, Arthur looked dagger at his brother one last time with a threatening gleam burning in his iris before shifting his focus on you. As soon as his steel blue eyes caught sight of your adorable pout his face relaxed.

“Alright. Alright.” He whispered, feeling his rage evaporating at the sole view of your holy smile, “Ain’t going to smash his face in front of such a delicate little lady, eh.” He said. The gravel in his voice never failed to make you burn with both love and desire.  Then, he leaned over you for a kiss, his mind finding its peace only when your lips crashed together.

John watched the scene with vivid interest, for he had never seen someone handling his brother with such genuine care.  To be honest, he had hated Linda since day one — not only for the power she exerted on Arthur but also because of her irritating and condescending nature. She had always walked among the Shelby family as if she had been irremediably better than them, both morally and socially. John could not help but see all her sweet gestures being tainted with a will of controlling Arthur. That, along with the muzzle and leash she had put on her brother,  strengthened his deep aversion for Linda. But you were different — he could sense it. There was something about the way your fingers laid upon his brother as if you were not afraid of his destructive fire but did not want to extinguish it either. Also something about the way you looked at him, with both love and admiration, to the point he could not say if you were his guiding light or if it was the other way round. And when he saw the sudden shift in Arthur’s behavior, immediately calming down at your angelic voice, he knew you were the one.

“Moreover” You added, slowly pulling away from the kiss to press your forehead against his. Arthur looked at you with eyes half closed, bewitched by your enchanting tone.

“Hmm?”

 “I only see one ugly ass dog here and it’s chewing on a toothpick.” Your smile turned into a cunning smirk and your precious aquamarine eyes glanced at John.

“Hey! Hold your woman.” John retorted, pretending to be vexed — truth was he liked your wit, “Alright you can come in,” he said, stepping away from the doorway to invite you inside the Shelby’s house.

“Ain’t holding shit, I love it when me angel bites,” Arthur stated with one sharp, almost carnivorous grin on his face. As he passed by his little brother he punched him right in the shoulder in a typical sibling way to avenge himself. The younger one swore.

You took a deep breath and looked at Arthur, trying to find the necessary courage you needed for this first encounter. Admittedly, you did not know what to expect, but one thing you knew was that the Shelby family was not people you wanted to mess with. 

A relieved sigh escaped from your lips as you filled the teapot with water, all alone in the family kitchen. You enjoyed this quick moment of calmness, soothed by the pleasant smell of freshly baked cookies Esme had taken out of the oven minutes ago. The wooden floor creaked when Arthur entered the kitchen, closing the door behind him. As soon as you left the table following Polly’s comment he had followed you.

“Yer okay?” He asked, his hoarse voice highlighted with sincere worries. 

“I’m fine dear,” You glanced at him above your shoulder and offered a light smile to reassure him even though you both knew you were hurt, “You should go back to your family, I won’t be long.. Just needed to take a big breath. And we are running out of tea.” You added, waving off his question.

Arthur shook his head in disapproval and walked toward you with his so-specific yet adorable gait, swinging both arms at the same time. You had always found this detail absolutely endearing, which had surprised him at first — you never mocked him for the way he walked, nor made the slightest snarky remark.

Your smile, flickering and fragile at first, soon widened in comfort knowing he’ll keep you company during this life-saving break. 

“I’m sorry for what Pol said to you. She doesn’t mean it.”

“Pretty sure she did mean I was a Devil and that I’ll bring woe to this family, but it’s fine.”  You said before shifting your attention back to the teapot. Arthur wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you in a tight and reassuring back hug. As soon your bodies collided together, his warmth alleviated all your doubts and you found a well-deserved comfort in his presence. Worries vanished in smoke, annihilated by his protective demeanor. 

Each time you touched was a reminder that everything will always be fine as long as you were together.

You wiggled your nose like a little bunny for his musky perfume tickled your nostrils. And its familiar fragrances were enough to chase Polly’s unpleasant comments away from your brain. If you had not been busy making tea, you would have buried your face in his chest and never moved again.

“It has nothing to do with ya,” Arthur broke the silence first, “it’s your hair.”

“My hair?” You asked in a half-convinced tone, one brow raised. 

“Yes, your hair. She thinks someone cast a spell on ya when you were young or something, and she’s afraid the spell will harm her too if she sits next to you. Like it’s bloody contagious. It’s some kind of superstitious shit, not that she had really felt something evil in you.”

At such a revelation, you brought your small hand to your mouth to cover it and tried your best not to laugh. If her words had hurt you, painfully reminding your troubled life in France, the idea of a strong woman like Polly Gray being afraid of you only because of the color of your hair had something hilarious.  

“Esme too. She told me she’d personally kick me in the balls if her fookin’ baby comes out with white hair. But that woman is batshit crazy anyway. Pretty sure she’ll kick me in the bollocks for free.”  He growled, his arms tightening around your waist. He rested his chin on your shoulder. Arthur was holding you firmly as if he was afraid you might run away from him after the disastrous encounter with the two Shelby women. After waiting all his life for a woman not to flee from him, he would break into a million pieces if you would do so. Fortunately enough, Ada seemed to like you. She fancied your wit and your curiosity. Most of the afternoon had been spent chatting with her and John under the judging eyes of both Polly and Esme. Usually, people would shut Ada down each time she would talk about politics, especially about her communist ideas, but you did not. Quite the contrary, you listened to her carefully and questioned her with a genuine will to learn — even though you had never been good with politics. At least the conversation had been stimulating. And just like John before, she had also noticed the indescribable care and love with which you blessed her older brother, never controlling him, and always showering him with signs of deep affection. Maybe that was why she did not tease you when she noticed that you and Arthur were holding hands under the table. 

As for Finn, he had been too busy staring at Arthur with eyes wide open to even bother interacting with you. He could not believe that you, a tiny young white-haired girl with an angel face, were in love with his violent brother.

“So they think I’m contagious.” You might have been too confident about your ability to remain impassive because you suddenly snorted with laughter as you understood the true nature of their rude behavior. The crystalline laugh that escaped your mouth sounded like the most delicate music to his ears — he would listen to it with delight each time, his sick brain momentarily forgetting the booming canons and cacophony of war. Arthur, relieved by your reaction, allowed himself to chuckle along. 

“They do, eh.” He admitted, his lips gently brushing your neck, irremediably attracted by your fragile porcelain flesh. His breath, slow and peaceful, caressed your sensitive skin as he exhaled, sending shivers down your spine. Arthur closed his eyes for a second and let the delightful scents of your perfume intoxicate him. Way stronger than any drugs, your fragrances made his head spin — he was losing touch with reality but, this time, he was more than allowing it to happen. Because instead of being sent into a violent craze, he would drown in a blissful haze. 

“You should flee from me, I might infect you too, and you’ll be under my spell.” You teased, your heavy French accent adorning your words.

“I’m already under your spell, love.” His arms freed your waist from their grip only for his strong, calloused hands to run up your sides. How much you enjoyed the sensation of your body flickering under his touch as his soft fingers left trails of fire in their sillage until they finally cupped your small breasts. A blazing desire awoke in your belly and spread like wildfire through every inch of your flesh.

“Arthur — no,” You looked around you to make sure no one had discreetly entered the kitchen.

“Why not say Arthur yes?”  He grunted in your ear. His raspy voice caused an earthquake in your whole being — it shook you so strongly that your legs were now trembling, ready to give up under your weight.  Your lips parted to say something but words got stuck in your throat as his hips pressed against yours to keep you trapped between the kitchen counter and his tall, lean body. 

“I’m serious, we could get caught. And half of your family already distrust me so I’m pretty sure fucking in their kitchen won’t do me good.” You managed to say quickly before biting your lip, trapping its juicy flesh between your teeth. 

“It will do good, love. Fookin’… Good…” His thumbs gently rubbed your perky nipples, which were already pointing through the thin white fabric of your dress. A feverish and liquored sigh escaped from his lips, as he started moving his hips against the sinful curve of your butt cheeks, “I crave you so much Heaven, ” he paused his sentence to lay myriads of hungry kisses on your neck, “You make me lose me bloody mind…” An excruciating heat pooled in his body, so insufferable he could have ripped his skin apart. Arthur growled again at the overwhelming sensation of lava flowing through his veins

—  “I. Need. Ya.”

You don’t understand. He did not only want you, he needed you.

You were his missing half, and he could only feel complete with you.

You were his light, and he could only find a way out of the darkness if you were here.

You were his saving grace, his redemption.

You were his breath, his blood, his heart.

You. You. You. You. 

There was only you. 

You could not help but moan in a frail and aroused whine: his hands had left your breasts to travel everywhere they could on your body, almost a bit too eagerly for you to keep up with what was happening. At that point you had to hold onto the counter, nails digging into its worn wood. 

“Arthur.” You whispered, eyes closed and head down. As the arousal building within almost suffocated you, Arthur kept invading your pale and fragile flesh with both his daring hands and mouth. You whimpered at the pinching sensation of his teeth that had just bit the base of your neck. You were usually not timid when it came to sex, but not when the family of your man was taking the tea in the room that was right behind the door. But Arthur could not care less about getting caught. All he wanted was a taste of his angel.

He was everywhere — on every inch of your body, his lips kissing and biting. His hands rubbing and grabbing. He was overwhelming your senses with his unquenchable need to touch you again and again. And how good it felt to be desired as he did. 

To be desired "À la Folie".

“Say you want me, eh. I wanna hear it.”  The gravel in his voice sent tremors in your belly. You exhaled, your breath shaky, for one of his hands had just lifted your dress. Doing so, he disclosed your garters and the beautiful lace panties you were wearing. The fear of getting caught was still pounding in your chest, but the way he touched you was too good to resist. You gave in, ready to pay the consequences. 

“I want you Arthur, “ You finally admitted, your lips stretching in a smirk, “ I want you,” You repeated, arching your back and spreading your legs  to show how eager you were to feel him inside you, “Only you.” You had uttered the last two words with such tenderness, such a comforting tone, that you felt him smile against your neck. His mustache was tickling you at each word, each movement, which only contributed to the hurricane of sensations and feelings he provoked within your soul.  Right next to you, the teapot had started to let out a faint and continuous whistle as the water boiled inside. At one point you were convinced it was not the kettle, but your scorching desire that made such a sound.  

With one skillful movement, Arthur’s fingers shifted your soaked panties to the side and he unbuckled his belt with his other hand.

“Please…” You bent over the counter and begged, for the clothes that separated your bodies had become a far too heavy burden to bear. The only moment you felt a twinge of satisfaction was when his hard shaft pressed against your dripping pussy. 

“Bloody hell, woman.” He grunted, his voice raspier than it usually was, as your delightful warmth and wetness welcomed him. 

Arthur grabbed your hips fiercely and, unable to wait any longer, sunk into you in one slow but determined trust. A gravel moan, far from being discreet, echoed in the kitchen at the dizzying sensation of your warmth swallowing him. Struck by a moment of clarity, you covered your mouth with your hand to muffle your whimpers of pleasure.  Stars dangled behind your closed eyelids, along with the melody of beating hearts and snapping flesh. In that risky situation, you were both well aware it was not time for a languid and intimate moment, but rather for a quick and torrid fuck. Hence, Arthur started to pound you with a fierce and quick pace as soon as you had adjusted to his size.  Your legs quivered even more for his cock was thick, so thick your walls were stretched all around him. 

“So… Tight…” He stuttered, breathless.

“Oh my — Arthur, Arthur!” You chanted, as a poor sinful soul chanting for God to set her free. The way his name melt on your tongue only made his thrusts rougher, for he loved how it sounded in your mouth. Especially with that adorable French accent of yours. There, with his cock buried deep in your heavenly cunt, he felt like a proud man — not some kind of rabid animal, or a lonely lunatic anymore.  He just felt like a good man, giving pleasure to his good and beautiful little wife.

His pulse quickened. His pupils dilated, and you felt him going faster. Muffling your screams, you lost yourself in a fire of lust. You were not you anymore, but a wet mess of desire.

The pleasure you were giving him sent a shot of dopamine through his brain. Arthur threw his head back, grunting louder, and let his whole being sink in the high you were causing him “So — good. Yer so good, Angel. Keep pleasing your ol’ Arthur, will ye?”  His hips jerked for he felt his climax coming. Yet, Arthur put his own pleasure on the back burner, refusing to come if you did not. He kept fucking you on the counter and slipped one of his hands between your legs to rub his fingers against your swollen clit. This time it was too much to handle: your walls clenched around him and you froze, all your muscles tensing at once. A cry of release would have echoed in the kitchen if you had not choked it with your hand. A tsunami of pleasure crashed against your bones, leaving you panting and shaking like a leaf, still bent over the kitchen counter with your dress lift and Arthur deep inside you.  

As you cum, your glistening love juice dripping along his shaft, Arthur allowed his own pleasure to overflow. He slammed his hips one last time against yours -- his cock throbbed, at the edge of climax. But as much as he wanted to fill you with his semen, he still gathered all his remaining will to pull out in extremis.

You sighed with ecstasy when warm and milky ropes of cum rained down on your ass.

“Aah yes, love.” Arthur’s hoarse moan echoed in the kitchen. How long did you stay there? You could not tell, for you were still dizzy with the orgasm he had just given you. Arthur slowly came back to his senses, the fog of pleasure in his brain evaporating. 

"We should get back to the living room, eh."

That was at this moment of intense relaxation, the two of you catching your breath and sharing post-sex smiles, that the door slammed open.

“Am I interrupting something?”

Your heart missed a beat. In one movement, Arthur pulled up his pants while you strengthened up and smoothed the folds of your dress before turning to the newcomer.

“Fuck off Tommy. Can’t you knock?!” 

“This is no bedroom. I don’t need to knock because I am not supposed to find anyone having sex here.” A freezing and quiet voice, also blessed with a seductive and hoarse tone, retorted.

The infamous Thomas Shelby stood in front of you, arms crossed in his back and cold blue eyes staring at you.  If you had the ability to disappear right on the spot you would have used it without hesitation. Yet, you remained silent, slightly hidden behind Arthur who ran his hands through his hair to slick back the rebel strands that had fallen on each side of his face. The older Shelby quickly moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue before talking.

“Erm, can I help ya Tommy?” He asked, still panting from your quick but intense fuck. You took advantage of their conversation to wipe the sweat from your forehead and briefly redo your hair.

“I am afraid you can’t, brother. However, I am pretty sure you charming woman can. I’d like to talk to her if she allows me to.” 

You frowned. Why the hell did he want to talk to you in private?

Arthur nodded and wrapped your shoulders with one protective arm, his surprised expression turning into a smile. He could not wait to introduce you to his little brother, filled with pride at the idea of showing him his magnificent woman. It was important to him — even though he would have preferred him not to meet her in these conditions — “Of course, I've been waiting to…”

“Without you.” Tommy cut him off, and his words broke Arthur’s dawning grin.  Despite the rollercoaster of emotions you just had, you could not help but open your mouth.

“He’s your older brother. He has every right to remain here while we talk, hasn’t he?” You argued, unhappy with the way Thomas Shelby acted. Arthur had waited the whole afternoon for Tommy to come so that he could introduce you to him, and when his little brother finally ought to show up he sent him off. That was painful to watch, “or if you really want to talk to me in private I think you might ask politely.” 

A heavy silence fell in the room. How dare you speak to him with that arrogant tone? He thought. Tommy inhaled through his nose slowly, and moistened his lips, “Well, Arthur would you please leave me and your charming lady alone for two minutes?” He reiterated with a more polite phrasing. In spite of his unshaken placidity, his bleak winter eyes were looking daggers at you. He had certainly killed you at least three times in his mind. Slightly confused, Arthur looked at you, then at Tommy, before nodding, “Right,” he mumbled, his eyes fleeing his brothers’. He kissed your cheek and reluctantly left the kitchen, already aching from your absence. 

You sighed, wondering what was going to happen now that you were all alone with the fearless Peaky Blinders’ boss everyone was talking about. Rather than starting the conversation, you took a cigarette from the small silver case that was on the counter and slipped it between your full lips, still swollen from the countless times you had bit them when you and Arthur had sex. Thomas Shelby remained silent too— all he did was walk to you, his soles hammering the floor, and lit up your cigarette with his zippo. But you were not fooled by his gentlemanly appearance nor by his undeniable charm. You took a puff from your cigarette until the tip ignited, and you stepped back from him as quickly as you could. Contrary to what people could think when watching Arthur and you, you did not like people entering your personal space without an invitation.

“I’ll go straight to the point, Miss Lavey. How much do you want?” He asked, his low and quiet voice undisrupted by the slightest emotions. While Arthur was made of fire, Thomas Shelby was surely made of ice. 

“I beg your pardon?” You asked, brows furrowed , for you had not understand what he meant.

“How much money do you want to leave my brother?”

His words were so violent, so unexpected, that you were unsure if he had just slapped you across the face or not. Your mind started to buzz, its gears creaking and tinting as you tried not to burst out in anger at such an indecent suggestion. Against all his expectations, your innocent pout turned to the most freezing expression he had ever seen on a woman.

“To Hell with your money. I don’t know what you're trying to do but I won’t leave him. Why would I, eh?”

“Because I don’t trust you.” He retorted as soon as you had finished your sentence. Thomas quickly rubbed his cigarette on his lower lip and lit it. White smoke came out from his nostrils as he stared at you, like an angry dragon gazing upon the last breath of his future meal. “When I learned for you and Arthur I decided to send some of my guys to investigate on you. They told me every bloody thing,” He emphasized each syllable, almost baring his teeth doing so for you to understand he was not joking — in case you doubt it, “ I know you come from that small town in the French Alps. I know about the witch hunt that took place there and all the women who have been tortured and burned. But more than that, I know that you managed to escape right before they tied you to the pyre. And I also know about the story of the five poor villagers who have been hunted and killed like animals — it was you, right?” Tommy exhaled another cloud of smoke, his eyes never losing their focus on you.

“— And?”  You gritted through your teeth, hatred blooming in your heart at the mention of these traumatizing memories. However, you did not let it show, for you knew it would please him. Thomas Shelby was well aware of the threatening aura that emanated from him, and how to use it for his own benefit. If you displayed any sign of fear or anger, it would be over and he would win. And somehow you were not particularly afraid of him.

He might had blood on his hands but you did too.

“And I will not tolerate a witch and a murderer around this family, nor will I let you take advantage of Arthur and ruin him.” 

“Now you’re worried for Arthur. Isn’t it a bit too late?” You said, all the traits of your doll-like face suddenly devoid of any emotion, except a slight shade of unsettling arrogance, “You throw away his meds, you send him off when he asks you for help — when he tells you he’s desperate.” You stubbed your cigarette out in the nearest ashtray, “You didn’t even help him when he was ruining himself with cocaine. But that’s not it.” You walk toward Tommy, reducing the distance between you and him with unstoppable steps until you were standing a few inches from him. You raised your head to look at his arctic blue eyes, “He tried to kill himself and all you did was wave it off at best and treat him like a child at worst. Now let me ask you something, Thomas Shelby. Who’s the one who uses his own brother as his combat dog? And who’s the one who closes his eyes on his problems until they are insufferable enough for him to attempt suicide?” 

Thomas clenched his jaws, his gaze hardening. He had to admit you had guts for a frail creature he could have broken in half with his bare hands. You were such a small yet fierce woman, it almost unsettled him. Moreover, you were smart, and smart was dangerous.

“So, don’t ever say I am the one who will manipulate and ruin Arthur when you do it on a daily basis. I love your brother, and whether you like it or not I’ll stay by his side.”

He rolled his eyes. The conversation was slowly but surely getting on his nerves, “Listen, I don’t need another Linda. She almost turned him into her dog and yet he was barely half in love with her compared to what he feels for you. Look at him! Look at fucking Arthur Shelby! He would throw himself out of London Bridge if you’d ask him to do so. She already tried to change him and took him away from this family, so don’t think I am naive enough to believe in your so-called love and kindness.”

“I ain’t gonna change shit. I am well aware of his demons, well aware of what he is but that's okay, I accept him the way he is. All I want is to see him healed and happy. No matter if he wants to keep killing people for your business. Sky could break loose I won’t give a damn as long as he feels better.”

Another silence. Thomas was trying hard to decipher your intentions but he could not probe your far-too-unique eyes. His brows furrowed; it was the first instance of emotions you had seen on his face since the beginning of your not-so-cordial conversation. 

“You’re a bad omen, Heaven. I can feel it.”

“Why dear?  Do you see a sapphire in my eyes?” 

A rush of thunderous rage ran through his veins — how could you mention Grace's death? A gleam of violence ignited Thomas's eyes, who suddenly grabbed your throat without any warning sign. His strong and large hand tightened around your fragile neck and pressed against your windpipe enough for you to give you trouble breathing. You tried to talk but nothing came out, words choked under his palm. The pressure was not enough to really choke you, but it was still painful. With eyes wide opened in surprise, you wrapped your own fingers around his wrist and clawed his flesh in a desperate attempt to free yourself from his grip, but Thomas did not falter. Quite the contrary, the more you struggled the more he closed his fist around you.

“Don’t ever disrespect Grace anymore!” He gritted through his teeth, “You want to stay by Arthur’s side? Fine. So here's the plan: you’re going to be a good little wife for him and you won’t cause any trouble, nor interfere with my business. You’re going to do the best you could to make him happy and you’ll take care of him. You'll want him even when he’ll go back home wasted, yelling at you and breaking things because he will ultimately do it,” He paused, his eyes falling on the pale flesh of your throat he was still holding. The expression on his face changed for one brief second as he started to caress your neck with his thumb, almost too tenderly to be completely devoided of any kind of attraction, “but let me set this straight: if you ever try to leave him, if you become an inconvenience or if any member of my family is hurt because of your cursed being… I’ll burn you in a field like the witch you are.” 

He finally released your throat and looked at the scratches you inflicted on his wrist. As you inhaled loudly, Thomas rolled down the sleeve of his shirt to hide the red and thin cuts your nails had left on his skin. He did not even bother checking on you.

“Let’s go back to the living room. And wear your most beautiful smile.” He stated with his usual cold demeanor, watching you rub your sore throat. Then, he offered you his arm to keep up appearances. You reluctantly accepted and followed him out of the kitchen, still shaken by the conversation — 

The whole family, freshly joined by Michael Gray, was chatting together, all scattered here and there in the living room. Arthur, a hip flask filled with whisky in one hand, got up from his chair as soon as he saw you. At first, you thought he suspected something but the truth was that Thomas was insanely clever and he took care not to leave any bruise on your delicate skin.  And when it came to hiding things, he was certainly the best. Even better than you. Tommy finally released you from his grip so that you could come back to his older brother, then he poured some whisky into a glass for him.

“Well Arthur, congratulations. You’ve brought a stunning and lovely lady into that house. I guess we could welcome her in the family, since she made our good ol’ Arthur happy, eh.”

He rose his glass to you, his threatening blue eyes staring right at your soul. 

“Welcome, Heaven. Hope you'll stay with us for a while.” He said, pretending nothing had happened.

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Also, the third first parts of this series can be read as stand-alone but I advise you to read everything if you want a better understanding of details.

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MUSIC

fav genre? pop, indie pop, r&b

fav artist? phoebe bridgers, ariana grande, olivia rodrigo, megan thee stallion, hayley williams

fav song? rn it’s triple dog dare (or i know the end)

most listened song recently? grow by willow & avril

song currently stuck in your head? over those hills by hayley williams

fav lyrics? drowning out the morning birds with the same three songs over and over / i wish i wrote it, but i didn't so i learn the words / hum along til the feeling's gone forever (chinese satellite by phoebe)

radio or your own playlist | solo artists or bands | pop or indie | loud or silent volume | slow or fast songs | music video or lyrics video | speakers or headset | riding a bus in silence or while listening to music | driving in silence or with radio on

BOOKS

fav book genre? thriller/horror

fav writer? i love everything riley sager writes and i’ve been obsessed with lauren oliver & marie lu since i was 14

fav book? where things come back by john corey whaley

fav book series? six of crows duology

comfort book? before i fall by lauren oliver

perfect book to read on a rainy day? not a book but some poetry

5 quotes from your fav book that you know by heart? i got nothing weed is a memory loss drug

hardcover or paperback | buy or rent | standalone novels or book series | ebook or physical copy | reading at night or during the day | reading at home or in nature | listening to music while reading or reading in silence | reading in order or reading the ending first | reliable or unreliable narrator  | realism or fantasy | one or multiple POVS | judging by the covers or by the summary | rereading or reading just once

TV AND MOVIES

fav tv/movie genre? dark comedy or dramedy

fav movie? shrek 2

comfort movie? pokemon detective pikachu

movie you watch every year? 

fav tv show? probably legacies

comfort tv show? schitt’s creek, community, superstore, buzzfeed unsolved (does that countjfkj)

most rewatched tv show? schitt’s creek

ultimate otp? rules<3

5 fav characters? rue bennett, deena johnson, alexis rose, villanelle, kiara carrera

tv shows or movies | short seasons (8-13 episodes) or full seasons (22 episodes or more) | one episode a week or binging | one season or multiple seasons | one part or saga | half hour or one hour long episodes | subtitles on or off | rewatching or watching just once | downloads or watches online

[cimasaurs13]

💙1: Michael Sr.= Papa Cim! 💙2: Lynne = Mama Cim! 💚3: Chad = King! ❤️4: Michael Jr.= Mikey Bro! ❤️5: Chelsea = Chelsea Bean! ❤️6: Christina = Diamond! ❤️7: Nicholas R. = Nicky Gem! 💜8: Katherine = Kit-Kat! 💜9: Maxwell = Maxie Bug! 💛����10: Rachel = Ryan Bean! 💚11: Lisa = Queen! 💛12: Amy = Princess Amy! 💛13: Alexander = Prince Alex! 💛14: Betsy = Princess Betsy! 🧡15: Dylan = Prince! 🧡16: Lauren = Angel! 🖤17: Danielle = Baby D.! 🖤18: Emmyn = Baby E.! ❤️19: Christian = Little Chris! 💚20: Nicholas = Nicky Bug! 💚21: Zoey = Zoey Bug! 🧡22: Joseph = Joey Bear! ❤️23:McKinley = McKinley Pie! ❤️24: Paisley = Paisley Bear! ❤️25: Barrett = Baby Bear! ❤️26: Remington = Remi Bug! 💚27: Lily = Princess Lily! 💜28:Dominic = Dommie Bear! 💜29:Leopold = Leo Bean! ❤️30: Tristen = Baby T.! https://www.instagram.com/p/CjB_0XDj79x/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[call-sign-shark]

Thank you so much for your detailed answer Lauren. I love Lucy’s sensitivity when it comes to animals. She is a fascinating and third dimensional character who I can perfectly imagining finding peace with animals more than with human, except for her Tommy and her sweet Grace. Horses are exceptionally sensitive creatures so I can perfectly understand why she loves them sm + it’s another common thing she shares with Tom. The equarian therapy dream 🥺 My lovely Lucy 🥺🖤

Also I just LOVE her horses’ name. Especially Legacy!

Hi Lauren 🖤 For your oc askgame: all the question under the Zebra title for Lucy please!

Thank you for the ask, Shark! ❤️

Questions are from this list.

1. what’s their favorite animal?

Rather predictably, it's horses. She just adores them and if she wasn't working as Tommy's assistant she probably would have gotten a job as a stable girl or maybe doing something similar to what May does with training them. For a time after the war, she had a dream of starting her own little ranch and providing equestrian therapy for war veterans.

2. do they like animals?

She is a HUGE animal lover. She loves cuddling and playing with them and would own a whole zoo of animals if she were able.

3. cats or dogs?

She loves both, but with a slight preference for dogs.

4. what’s their dream pet?

Outside of horses, she thinks a wolf would be pretty cool.

5. do they have any pets at the moment?

She and Tommy own a whole herd of horses. Throughout the series she has a chestnut mare named Wicked, a smoky black mare named Mystery, a gray mare named Magic, and a white stallion named Legacy. When she was younger she also had a black and white shire horse named Midnight. She also co-owns a black shepherd named Asher with Tommy who follows her everywhere and is trained as a guard dog.

You can find a moodboard I made for all of Lucy's pets here!

[majesticartax]

AAAAAAAAAH!!!!! HOW DID I NOT READ IT BEFORE?? I somehow skipped it?? HOW?? Was it invisible to public?? 'Cause most of the time I don't login so that i can give more kudos while changing networks, SO, Deadly is amazing!!! What is Kageyama???? Hinata is soooo drunk when he's near and WHAT ABOUT NOT TOUCHING??? Aaah I AM LOVING EVERY BIT OF IT. Will read chap3 soon! You are the queen, Lauren!! *dances* *throws you an amount of confetti you can drown in*

VAL AHHH NO IT WASN’T HIDDEN!?? I don’t knowwwwwww how it was missed! I wrote the first chapter a year ago so maybe it just got buried! AND YOUR QUESTIONS WILL ALL BE ANSWERED MY FRIEND 🖤🖤 Hinata’s thirst is just out of control. I totally recommend waiting to read chapter three until I make it a little more *dramatic*; I was so antsy to get an update out before the semester started that I rushed some parts, but I should be fixing it within the next couple days!! THANK YOU AS ALWAYS FOR THE ABSURD AMOUNT OF LOVE ❤️ ❤️❤️❤️

[nbt-nsrt]

Lauren is the queen of my hearttttt 🖤🖤🖤

Selling a lot of my clothes on @depop now which is new to me as I usually just keep them all shoved under my bed. here’s my DePop name : laurentatewardrobe 🦋 I want to post more frequently, my solo music is a real release for me just to do something so different to channel that more emotional part of myself. I’m gonna do a crowdfunder and bring out lots of goodies, I have so many songs and not enough monies to pay for studio time. 👠⭐️💗🔪 gonna be making money anyway I can in the meantime to fund my dreams so if u like anything on my store grab it while u can!🍒will be posting more tomorro xox 🔥#laurentate #artist #diy #femaleartist #empowement #girlpower #feminist #raspyvoice #singer #softgrunge #grunge #pop #rock #rap #music #singing #model #blackandwhitehair #hair #stylin #style #outfit #fashion #vintage #pinup https://www.instagram.com/p/BnhNyNDBuBo/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1wzcim4ja2j2