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[fallatyourfeet]

No Negotiations (Thomas Shelby x Reader - One shot)

Summary: Tommy thought he had been very careful keeping his relationship with YN a secret, but no, his number one enemy had discovered you. And these things rarely playout well in the world of the Peaky Blinders.

Word count: 1807

Warnings: Quite a few F bombs and quite a bit of angst. Maybe it ends well, maybe it doesn't.

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It was a particularly complicated time in Tommy’s life. There were a lot of different things going down. Dangerous things. And it most definitely was not a great time to be dating anyone. But YN wasn’t just ‘anyone’. To Tommy, she had very quickly and very unexpectantly, become everything. For the past year, it was YN that kept him sane during the whole fracture between his family. And with Luca Changretta still plotting his revenge against every single member of the Shelby clan, he thanked God that he had kept her completely separated from his family and business life. She was his escape. With her, his existence was simpler, uncomplicated. Cherished. Every secret second he stole by her side recharged him, settled him in ways he could never have imagined. Every night spent warming her bed gave him hours of blissful dreamless sleep. So, when he looked up from the ringside during the Goliath vs Bonnie Gold match to see her seat empty, he found himself unable to breathe.

Tommy started the night in good spirits, just happy knowing YN was there. Even if she was sitting anonymously across the opposite side of the hall, finding his thoughts already caught amongst the quiet moments he would steal away with her at the end of the night. When Arthur grew concerned of the men in Goliath’s corner, he urged him not to worry, to calm down and enjoy the match. And even when one of the men disappeared from ringside and Arthur felt the need to investigate, Tommy thought it was his older brother’s paranoia taking hold. But when Arthur didn’t return before the second man in Goliath’s corner slipped into the crowd, Tommy instantly found his stomach in knots, his eyes gravitating to YN’s seat.

It was empty.

Maybe he was overreacting. Maybe she had slipped away to the ladies. Or maybe she found herself completely disinterested in boxing and left to wait for him at their hotel room. Or maybe the growing knot in his stomach told him something much more unthinkable was taking place. Jumping from his seat, Tommy wasted no more time, easily slipping through the crowd, following the same path as Arthur.

It was unnervingly quiet walking down the passage and into the back rooms of the venue, Tommy barely registering the excitement of the crowd as it faded into the background. Only interested in the silence around him. But it was too much. Bellowing out both YN and Arthur’s name, his voice echoed and bounced off the tiled walls around him, his call answered by a gun shot. Tommy’s blood ran cold. The deafening sound vibrated through every cell in his body as if it had pierced his very flesh and Tommy couldn’t escape the hollow feeling that YN was somehow tangled in the mess.

Tommy moved desperately in and out of doorways in the direction of the gunshot, finding nothing. Until he turned the corner into a dimly lit room. But there was no mistaking what he saw, and he knew the scene before him would be forever burnt to his memory, causing him instantaneous regret. Arthur hunched over, visibly shaken as he clutched at his blood-stained neck, working hard to regain his breath. But he was alive. And beside him lay one of the men from Goliath’s corner, in a pool of his own blood, his face half blown away. But it was YN. Standing in that very same room, a room she was never supposed to be in, that had the regret burning like fire in his throat. Backed up against the cold tiled wall her whole body was trembling, arms outstretched as her hands clamped around Arthur’s pistol; knuckles white.

Tommy stepped into the room, startling her. Terrified, her trembling body swung around to face him, waving Arthur’s pistol unsteadily in his direction. All her features were overcome with fear, drained and washed out, his regret now burning bitter in his mouth. Moving towards her, he outstretched his hands, recognition dawning across her face. And when he whispered her name, she fell apart.

Simultaneously, the pistol slipped from her fingers, as her body slid down the wall, Tommy reaching her before she hit the floor, cradling her head, whispering against her ear, “It’s okay… you’re okay. I’ve got you.” Shaking his head, he found it hard to keep control of his voice, guilt ripping through his words, “I’m sorry… I’m so fucking sorry… I didn’t want this for you… I…” Tommy felt sick seeing her this way. Because of him, she had taken a man’s life, she didn’t deserve that kind of burden and there was nothing he could do to take it back.

“Tommy.” Arthur’s hoarse voice broke through his stupor. Looking across to his brother, he was no longer hunched over, but was instead standing before him, a steady stream of blood running from a gash to his neck. Speaking again, he gestured to the body on the floor, his words rough and strained, “I don’t know who the hell she is, Tommy, but he was tryin’ to drag her out the fuckin’ door.” Running blood-stained hands through his hair, he rubbed the back of his head, “I ripped her from his grip, but he fuckin’ got me Tommy, he had me… I’d be dead. She saved my fuckin’ arse.”

Tommy shuddered, not even allowing himself to think about what might have happened if Arthur didn’t reach her in time, all while he was too busy ignoring his brother’s concerns. Sudden gratitude spilled from his mouth, “Thank you, Arthur. You were right… I didn’t listen, but you were fucking right.”

Arthur crouched down, and whispered as if there were people in the room who could listen, “Who is she Tommy, and what does Changretta want with her?”

Surely the fact that he was on the ground cradling YN was explanation enough, but Tommy answered anyway, “She’s my girlfriend… I love her… that’s the all reason he needs.” And it was those words as they left his lips, that brought about an instant and upsetting decision.

Luca Changretta was no longer a threat. He had been dealt with in the most final way. Until the moment Arthur unloaded a bullet into his head, Changretta thought both Arthur and YN were dead, leaving Tommy’s exit plan for the mafia boss sailing through without a hitch. But there was still one thing left for Tommy to do. Something that tore at his insides, just thinking about it. But there was no other choice.

It was necessary.

Staring at YN’s front door, he took a deep breath, unable to put it off any longer. Lifting the iron knocker, he tapped it against the timber and cleared his throat, waiting for the sound of her footsteps and yet, hoping not to hear them. Never had he waited at her door with such trepidation, any stress or worries usually melted away the moment his eyes caught sight of her house. Always far too confident that he’d never been seen. God, he had been so fucking stupid.

YN opened the door with one of her breathtaking smiles, she was not going to make this easy. Fuck, he was going to miss those smiles. Burning the image to memory, he went to speak, but she leaned forward and planted a kiss to his lips, her sweet voice announcing, “Thomas Shelby… you’re late, you’re never late.” Tommy inhaled deeply, knowing that soon enough he wouldn’t be able to recall the sound of her voice, when what he really wanted was to wake up to it every single morning.  

Internally nodding, Tommy realised she was right, he had been putting this meeting off all afternoon, and when she stepped aside to let him come in, he found his feet cemented to her doorstep, his voice lost upon his lips. Seeing his hesitation, her features suddenly clouded with apprehension and concern. And it tore him to shreds. “What’s wrong, Tommy? What happened?” Grabbing his hand, she pulled him inside, sitting them both down in the parlour, “Tell me, what’s going on?”

Tommy didn’t want to be inside her house, he wanted to drop the news and leave, but she deserved more, so much more. Chewing on his lip, he inhaled deeply and cleared his throat, working hard to keep his voice convincing, “YN… I… I can’t be with you anymore.” YN jumped from the seat as if he’d slapped her. Tommy’s eyes shifted to the floor, concentrating on a scratch in the timber beside his foot, “It’s not safe anymore… people know who you are now… I… I’d never survive if something happened to you... I’d never forgive myself.”

“Tommy!” A few seconds of silence followed before she called his name again, “Tommy… you need to look at me!” This was not a good idea, no good could come from seeing her face, but how could he deny her? After everything she had given him over the past year. All those stolen moments and blissful memories… memories that would keep him functioning during all the lonely nights that would follow without her.

Lifting his head, he kept his gaze unfocused, worried her expression might destroy his resolve. Not that it mattered, her words and tone conveyed everything. She was furious. But she didn’t raise her voice once. “No… No Tommy.” Her comment snapped his eyes into focus and the determination he saw; on her face; in her posture, it took him by surprise.

Shifting in his seat, he couldn’t think, couldn’t stop the internal wall of his will from crumbling, with every word she spoke. “I won’t let you do this. I could die crossing the road today. I could get sick tomorrow and die next week. I could die giving birth or fall asleep and never wake up.” Drawing a breath, she shook her head, it was barely noticeable, “People die every day, Tommy, there’s nothing we can do about it, but I’m not going to let you give me up.”

Knealing down, her hands enveloped his face, demanding his attention, “I’m not going to miss out on a life with you, how ever long or short that may be… Do you not think I’m terrified of losing you too?”

Tommy shook his head, but his wall of resolve was gone, and he knew the words he spoke were no more than white noise, “My life… it’s dangerous… Just being with me is-”

Losing patience, she cut his white noise short with unyielding hands, refusing to let him look away. Her eyes were fierce. And her decision was final. There would be no negotiations. “Just shut up Tommy, stop talking. I love you. And I know you love me…. I’m not stupid, I know the risk I’m taking. But for you, I’m willing to take it.”

[obsessedwithhotmen]

⋆⁎✿ Bonnie ⇢ *- Shower Room Fun -* ⇠ Gold ✿⁎⋆

⇾ (Peaky Blinders) Bonnie gold x fem!reader

⇾ Summary: A certain outfit of yours has Bonnie distracted during a fight.

⇾ Warnings: smut, boxing fight, mentions of blood.

There’s nothing quite like a man that boxed, more in particularly, your man who boxed. Despite the fact that he was getting punches thrown his way, there was something about watching as he stood his ground, throwing punches at the men that hit him first, and the blood that coated part of his face. All of it in your eyes, to put it plainly, was bloody hot.

Bonnie Gold, the way that your found it attractive watching him fight, he found it attractive knowing that you were watching him.

More often then not, he was able to control his temptations, waiting until the two of you were in a private place before he made a move on you, but tonight was a little different.

He had found himself being distracted with the outfit that you had worn to the event, making him think about you in more ways than one as he fought his opponent, some weak boxer that had only a couple fights under his belt, most of which were losses.

He wanted you, and he wanted you bad.

-

You were waiting in the changing rooms for your man to finish his celebrations, anxiously tapping your foot as you wondered how he was feeling after the fight. It seemed from your end that he had taken on more hits than normal, despite his opponent not being a tough fighter, there was just something off about your Bonnie.

He burst through the door, blood dripping down the right side of his cheek, just below his eye. “Are you okay?” You asked, standing up and approaching him the second that he entered.

Only Bonnie didn’t respond.

Instead, you were met with his lips on yours as he held you close to his body, a hand on your back tugging you close to him.

You giggled at his desperation, placing a hand on his cheek, the one opposite to where his swollen cut was. “Bonnie!” You attempted to pull away from. “I need to clean you up.” You tried to tell him.

“Yeah?” He asked, pulling away and burying his face in the crook of your neck, placing sloppy kisses on your bare skin. His hand moved from your back, down to your ass, trailing slowly before he grabbed a handful, “I need you.” He mumbled.

You could feel the growing erection through his thin shorts, you couldn’t help but bite your lip. “Bonnie…” you trailed off, the pleasure beginning to grow inside you. “Your bleeding, and your sweaty.” You stated.

“Than let’s shower.”

-

A shower was what it was supposed to be, ‘just that’ you had told yourself. But as your hands pressed against the wall of the shower, Bonnie’s front meeting your back, ‘just a shower’ couldn’t be further from the truth.

“Bonnie!” You moaned, feeling the water trickle down your body.

He growled, hands digging at your waist to pull you back with every thrust. You groaned feeling his nails digging into the flesh of your hips, one hand reaching down to wrap around his wrist. “So pretty in that dress.” He grunted, breathing heavily. “So bloody pretty.”

His cock penetrated your walls with a roughness that didn’t often come out from your usually soft and loving boyfriend, but you couldn’t deny that you were severely turned on with the way he seemed to handle you aggressively. “Love watching fight, Bon.” You moaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Yeah…?” He asked. “Love watching me beat people up?” He mocked. “You like when I’m rough, eh?”

You couldn’t help but moan louder at his words, walls clenching as he spoke filthy words into your ear. “Yes!” You called. “Fuck, yes I do.” You repeated.

Your orgasm was rapidly approaching with every thrust that was sent your way. “Bonnie- shit!” You cried, your own nails digging into his wrist.

“Close, love?” He asked, feeling his own orgasm as well.

You nodded your head pathetically, not being able to let out anything other than moans. “Cum for me.” He grunted in your ears.

A higher pitched noise escaped your lips as your orgasm hit, your legs feeling weak and like you would collapse if it weren’t for Bonnie holding you up.

While Bonnie held out until your own high was finished, before pulling out and releasing his seed onto your backside, groaning as he came. “Shit-” he hissed, pumping out every last drop.

“Guess I should wear that dress more often.” You giggled.

“If you want to be fucked like that, then be my guest.”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Bonnie Gold would include:

In one word, I'd say - exciting. He's very passionate, he likes to have fun, He loves to joke around, and likes to test the limits of your patience. His personality is a mixture of sweetness and feistiness, and he's always willing to try new things. My only requirement to date me: you can't break my heart.

He's a bit protective and possessive in relationships, but he tries not to be too clingy. He likes to have his own space and time to himself, but he also wants to make sure you spend enough time together. He's not really into drama or playing games, so he's pretty straightforward when it comes to relationships. He believes in honesty, trust, and communication.

Dating him means being with someone who is open, honest, and loving. He'll always be there when you need him, and he'll do everything he can to make you happy. You can expect loyalty and commitment from me, along with plenty of laughs and adventures. he loves having fun, and he'll always keep things interesting. He doesn't take life too seriously, and he knows how to enjoy the little things.

He appreciates the finer things in life, so he'll treat you like the king/queen you are and shower you with gifts and surprises. He's a good listener and he's always willing to talk about your day, whether it was good or bad. Dating him also means being a part of his world. His family is very important to him, so you should expect to get to know them too.

A relationship with him means that you'll have someone who will always have your back, no matter what. He's that shoulder to cry on, that listening ear, that hand to hold, and that person you can count on when things get tough. Dating him means that you can count on him to be there for you through the ups and downs of life.

His work with the Peaky Blinders definitely affects the relationship. It's a dangerous and volatile business, and he often has to balance the demands of his job with the needs you also have. It's not always easy, but he tries to ensure that you feel supported and understood.

He wouldn't expect you to come to every fight, but he would definitely want you there for the biggest moments in his boxing career, when he's not training or fighting, having your support and encouragement means a lot to him. Having you in his corner is a big blessing to him.

He tries to be empathetic and reassuring, and he tries to create an open dialogue so that you can communicate about any issues that may arise. If the jealousy becomes excessive or possessive, then it's time for a more serious conversation about boundaries and expectations.

He's a very affectionate person and he loves showing you affection, whether that's verbal or physical. He likes making sure you know how he feels and he likes making you feel loved and appreciated. It's also important for him to receive affection from you because it's a way of expressing how you feel about him and your relationship.

He's a big fan of dates. He likes to come up with creative and unique ideas for dates and make them memorable. He likes to plan ahead but also likes to be spontaneous and let the night take you wherever it may be. He does try to put a lot of thought and effort into making your dates special.

He's also very protective of you. He'll always do what he can to keep you safe, whether it's from other people or dangerous situations. He's proud of his strength and his ability to stand up for himself and those he loves.

In addition to the demands of his work, he also has to consider the dynamics of being a Gypsy boy. He grew up in a world of violence and crime, and he has a deep-rooted connection to his culture and heritage. That connection can sometimes be tricky to balance with the more conventional lifestyle that you may live. He's aware and respectful of the differences between your backgrounds, and he tries to find ways to incorporate both into your relationship in a positive way.

This comes with its own set of challenges when it comes to a romantic relationship. Gypsy culture is known for its strong sense of family and the importance of tradition. In addition to that, there's also the stereotype that Gypsy men are not faithful or committed in their relationships. He's aware of these stereotypes and aims to challenge and disprove them making it clear you're the only one for him.

He's a very independent and self-sufficient person. He has his own goals and aspirations, and he doesn't depend on anyone else to meet his needs. He's strong-willed and passionate, and he doesn't let anything hold him back. Though he may appear hard on the outside, he's actually quite soft on the inside, and he has a vulnerable side that he reserves for those he loves.

He is very open-minded and versatile. He's a very social person and enjoys meeting new people and exploring different cultures. It's important to him to be accepting and open-hearted, and he's willing to try new things and step out of his comfort zone.

Dating him means experiencing the most intense and thrilling relationship you could ever imagine. He's a passionate, determined, and independent soul, and he brings out the best in everyone around him. He's not afraid of a challenge, and always pushes himself to better himself. He's loyal, trustworthy, and always there for those he loves. He's a spark of energy that ignites the fire within you.

His family is very protective of him and it's important to them that they like and get along with the person he's dating. He's very close with his family, so he cares a lot about their opinions. They can be daunting at times.

Marriage is definitely something he sees in his future. He's like a hopeless rom-com romantic, after all, and the thought of growing old with the person he loves is very appealing to him. He may not be the most traditional person, but he believes in commitment and he's ready to make the ultimate commitment. That's not to say that he's in a rush to get married-- He needs that special spark to make it last forever.

On the topic of children, he does want to have them one day. Having a family with you is a dream of his. He knows you both have plenty of time to start a family, but he knows that he can provide a loving, safe, and nurturing environment for the children. He's not sure exactly how many he wants, but there's nothing wrong with waiting.

Finally, I'd like to end by saying that he's far from a perfect person. He's flawed and makes mistakes, but I think that's what makes him real. He's not afraid to show his vulnerability and open up to the people he really trusts. He's willing to learn and grow, and he's always looking to improve himself. If you're looking for someone who's open-minded, independent, and true to himself, then he may just be the one for you.

He really enjoys intimacy and emotional connections with you. He is a very caring and sensitive person and appreciates feeling close to someone in a deeper way than just physically. He's also a very affectionate person and loves showing his love and appreciation through physical closeness.

He also enjoys various forms of pain play, such as inflicting or receiving pain as part of your play. The rush of adrenaline and the release of endorphins can be very pleasurable and satisfying. He's particularly fond of certain types of pain, like sharp or burning sensations, which can really get his motor running.

He enjoys some lighter forms of play, like gentle care and affection. He loves being told that he's loved and cherished and finds it very healing to be comforted and supported by you.

Activities like cuddling, kissing, and roleplay scenarios. Cuddling with you after a long day of work or a particularly intense session of play is a great way for him to show you how much he cares about you and how much he enjoys being close to you.

Foreplay is also essential for him – He loves taking his time building up anticipation and excitement before finally diving into full-on intercourse or other forms of sexual activity.

He loves teasing you by running his fingers lightly over your skin, whispering naughty comments in your ear, or leaving you hanging on the edge of orgasm for extended periods without letting you climax.

[mischievouslittlecreature]

Part 21: The Shadow of the Abattoir

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC

Summary: Tommy's frantic search for Lucy causes him to lash out in destructive ways.

Word Count: 4,530

Notes: Warnings for depictions of suicidal thoughts, pregnancy, panic attacks, Tommy throwing multiple temper tantrums and getting briefly a little aggressive towards Lizzie, and references to torture, rape, blood, and pedophilia.

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Chapter 22: Made of Wood & Wire

Tommy was aware that he was panicking.

Pacing back and forth like a caged animal across the length of the betting shop floor, fingers flexing at his sides, he battled to keep his head on straight. Every instinct inside him wanted to race out the door, and tear the entire city apart brick by brick until he’d found her. 

The clock on the wall served to torment him. Every time he glanced at it, he was reminded that with each passing tick of the second hand around its circumference, the possibility of finding Lucy alive slipped a little further away.   

After receiving no answer from Lizzie’s house, he’d called up Arthur, Isiah, Jeremiah, Johnny Dogs, his Uncle Charlie, and all the men that they had in the area to send them out to search across the entire city. He had initially been intending to go with them, but Ada had convinced him to instead set up a base of operations at the betting shop.

The idea itself wasn’t bad; it meant that everyone knew where to go or call with any information they might find. What Ada hadn’t taken into consideration, however, was that standing around, doing nothing, just waiting to hear if the woman that he loved more than anything in the entire world was fucking dead or not, was about to drive him to the brink of insanity. 

“Tommy, love, come sit down for a moment.” Ada tried, not for the first time. She was seated at one of the long tables by a telephone, a pile of takings stacked nearly to her left. Beside her, having only just returned from her excursion with the Golds to hide Michael with kin out in the countryside, was Polly. Upon their return, Aberama and Bonnie had hastily joined the search.

Ignoring Ada, Tommy continued to pace, feeling seconds away from jumping out of his own skin. In his mind, for easily the thousandth time, he went over everywhere that Lucy might’ve gotten grabbed.

It was not just visions of Lucy dead or beaten or injured that swam behind his eyes anymore. It was memories of Charlie, swiped from right under his nose by Father Hughes’s people and barely returned to him in one piece. Grace, with a bullet in her chest and her blood gushing out to form a puddle around them while she died in his arms. Greta, her hand clasped in his, her breaths rattling in her lungs until her grip went slack and she breathed no more. 

Not her too. Please, not Lucy too. Have I not already lost enough?

He didn’t think he would survive it, if Lucy was taken from him.

“Maybe she just got sidetracked going after a lead on one of the Italians,” Polly suggested. Tommy shook his head with a grunt. 

“No.”  

She had promised, after going after Alessio, not to do something like that again without telling him first. She had promised. And Lucy was not one who often broke her promises to him. 

His stomach clenched again with that sick feeling that something was horrifically wrong. 

“I’ll be back before lunch.” Her words echoed in his head. But lunch was long gone, and she was nowhere to be found.

The door opened, and Arthur came in, sweeping his hat off of his head.

“Where is she?” Tommy demanded, voice dangerously close to pleading. Arthur’s expression was grave.

“We don’t know.”

Tommy felt like he was going to be sick. It was like what had happened with Charlie all over again. 

The boy had been up earlier, intrigued by all the excitement, and when he asked Tommy innocently where Lucy was, Tommy had to fight back the urge to cry, instead plastering a smile on his face and scooping his son up into his arms to carry him to his room upstairs. All while explaining that Lucy was out, but that she would be home soon. 

He did not know how, if it came to it, he was going to be able to tell his son that he’d lost another mother. 

“How did this fucking happen?” he growled, starting up pacing again. “Eh? How the hell did this fucking happen!?” he was shouting, but at no one in particular.

“Tommy, calm down–” Polly started.

“Don’t you fucking tell me to calm down!” he swatted out with one hand and sent a glass of whiskey perched on the edge of a table flying. “Don’t you fucking tell me to calm down when we have at least a dozen Italians still after us, and the woman I love is fucking missing!” he stopped prowling from side to side, sweeping his arms out wide. “Now does anyone have anything fucking useful for me!?”

He was met with nothing but silence. Dropping his arms back to his sides, his gaze swept across the faces of everyone huddled in the shop. At some point–likely during his tantrum–Aberama, Bonnie, Johnny Dogs, Uncle Charlie, and Finn had all come in. Tommy shook his head, grappling at every ounce of strength he had left to keep himself pulled together. 

Everything had seemed to have become ten thousand times harder, without Lucy at his side. He could hardly fucking think, his mind so clouded with panic and fear for her.  

How could she have just disappeared, in the middle of their own territory, seemingly without a trace?

The thought that they’d been betrayed was not one that he’d wanted to consider. He’d shoved it away, until now. But when he glanced over at the clock on the wall and saw what hour it was, his throat went dry. 

He needed to consider all possibilities. 

Of all the people in their organization, there were two who hated Lucy enough for it to be not wholly improbable that they would willingly hand her over to the Italians.

Polly was the first. But she had been away dealing with Michael, and she’d had her chance to give him and Lucy up earlier, and she hadn’t taken it. No, Polly was smart enough to understand that the absolute hell that he would bring down upon her if he discovered that she’d sold out Lucy wasn’t worth it. And she had to know that Lucy was an invaluable figure in their organization with her skill sets. Not even Polly, much as she disliked her, would be rash enough to take one of their greatest assets off the board out of nothing but simple spite.

“We managed to track down Mr. Wilson from the shoe shop that you said Lucy planned to go to before heading over to Miss. Stark’s house,” Aberama spoke up. “He had closed up early for the day after lunch, but we found him at home. He said that Lucy came in to place an order for a new set of shoes and left without a fuss a little before eleven o’clock.”

That meant that she had completed her list of errands before heading over to Lizzie’s–assuming that she completed the list in the intended order, of course.

“We still haven’t yet heard from Jeremiah and Isiah. Maybe they found something at or on the way to Lizzie’s house,” Ada suggested. Tommy wiped a hand down his face. 

Lizzie; the other possibility for who could have sold Lucy out. 

Lizzie; who had more than enough motive at the moment to want to have Lucy gone for good. 

Lizzie; who Lucy had been heading over to see after completing all of her errands. 

Lizzie; who had insisted on buying a home near the outskirts of their territory, despite the risks. 

Lizzie; who had refused the guards he’d tried to insist on having posted at her house for security. 

Lizzie; who could have seen her chance, and decided to place a little call to Luca Changretta when Lucy arrived at her house.   

His fingers curled into fists at his sides. She would not do that, would she? Surely her jealousy was not that unchecked. Was she really so desperate to have him all to herself, to force him into her arms, that she would have the person she knew that he loved murdered? 

A chill wracked through him at the realization that he did not know for sure what the answer to that was. 

“I need to think,” he announced, and went into his office without another word before anyone could say anything more. He slammed the door shut hard behind him, pulling down the shade so that he would not have to see the family’s worried expressions peering in at him. From the other side of the door, he could hear the hum of Ada’s voice as she began to lay out new instructions to everyone.  

Going to his desk, he collapsed into his chair with his head in his hands.

Lucy had disappeared sometime around when she’d gone over to Lizzie’s. That, along with Lizzie’s inconsistent attitude and behavior towards her, was suspicious enough. Add on the recent circumstances that had likely done little more than to further compound Lizzie’s resentment of her, and…

God, why had he let her go over there alone? That he didn’t trust Lizzie to not be unkind to Lucy should have been reason enough for him to insist on coming with her to the house. 

He squeezed his eyes shut as if he were in physical pain. If she had sold Lucy out, Lizzie had to know that they’d trace the betrayal back to her, didn’t she? Or did she think that the baby inside of her would exempt her from any sort of ramifications he may decide to bring down on her for such an act?

A pained sound left his throat. That he was having a child with Lizzie was bad enough. That his baby was being carried by the woman who very possibly orchestrated the capture or death of his lover made him half tempted to put his revolver in his mouth.

Fingers running through his hair, he let out a deep sigh, finally raising his face so that he could fumble into his pocket for his cigarette case, pulling one out and lighting it. 

Settled on his desk, in a delicately ornate golden frame, Lucy’s face stared back at him from a somewhat grainy, black and white photograph, taken sometime in 1919.

Her curly hair was lightly tousled where it fell to brush against her chin. The angle of the image highlighted the shape of one of her cheekbones, her large eyes focused on the camera. Staring at him knowingly. Swallowing hard, Tommy picked up the photograph, running his hand delicately along the glass that protected the fragile paper inside. 

Was this morning the last time he would ever see her? The last time he’d get to hold her in his arms; to feel the soft press of her lips against his? Hear the soft lilt of her voice soothing in his ears?

A breath, shuddering and dangerously close to tears, blew past his lips along with a puff of smoke from his cigarette. 

He did not think that she was dead. Not yet, at least. It seemed unlikely that Luca would pass up the opportunity to torment him with it if he had already killed her. 

Which meant that she was somewhere, held captive and likely in pain. Tommy’s eyes squeezed shut, brow knitting as behind his eyelids danced all sorts of horrible, nightmarish images of what Luca could be doing to her.  

I’m coming, sweetheart, he promised, opening his eyes and staring into her gaze from the photograph still clutched in his hands. I’m coming as fast as I can.

His mind drifted back to Lizzie, fingers tightening around his cigarette, jaw clenching as a rush of rage began to burn within him, threatening as much danger and destruction as a wildfire. With any luck, Isiah and Jeremiah would find her at her home and bring her back here. 

Future mother to his child or not, she was going to have a whole hell of a lot of explaining to do. 

∗ ∗ ∗

“Are you sure that you don’t want to go to the hospital?” Isiah asked, remaining in step beside Lizzie with a nervous expression across his young face. “We can relay everything that you’ve told us to Tommy…”

She shook her head. “I want to talk to him directly.” Her voice was strained and hoarse, but Jeremiah had determined after having a look at her throat that she was just bruised up and would recover fine with a cool compress and some warm tea with honey. He didn’t seem all too worried about her head either, and Lizzie trusted him to give her an honest assessment.  

She’d ran into them on her way from her house. Apparently Tommy had already figured out that Lucy was missing and was sending just about every man they had all across the city in search of her. Jeremiah had informed her that Tommy had tried calling her, but she hadn’t picked up.

“Phone got smashed to pieces,” she’d explained, after telling them the rest of the story while they headed towards the betting shop. Having an escort with her put Lizzie much more at ease, no longer having to keep her hand settled on the gun in her handbag or her head on swivel for any lurking Italians. 

“Right, Liz, we’re gonna go over and get some boys from Charlie’s yard to check out the area around your house and see if we can track down this gardener of yours, alright?” Isiah informed her once they’d walked her to the door of the betting shop.

She nodded. “Alright.” Her eyes lingered on the two men as they started to wander down the road. A bubble of nervousness grew in her chest when she turned her gaze back to the door, eyes focusing on the worn wood. 

Would Tommy know that she’d considered not saying anything? Would he sense that for a moment–just a teeny, tiny second, really–she’d thought about leaving Lucy to die?

Gulping, she settled her hand on the doorknob. The hinges squeaked a little as she pushed it open and stepped inside.  

The shop was empty, save for Ada and Polly, seated at one of the long tables, cups of tea in front of them, a phone perched in the middle of the wooden table. Their heads were huddled close together, speaking in hushed voices that Lizzie couldn’t make out. 

Clearing her throat, tugging anxiously at her coat and scarf, Lizzie closed the door behind her and stepped deeper into the shop. 

“Polly,” she approached the table, and both women looked up at her. “They took Lucy. They broke into my house and attacked us. They smashed up my phone so I couldn’t call you. Do you know where Tommy–”

The door to his office blasted outwards. 

“WHAT DID YOU DO!?” Tommy roared, hurtling towards her, grabbing her hard by the arms. Lizzie recoiled, eyes widening. He gave her a light shake. “What did you fucking do, Lizzie!? Where is she!?”

“Tommy–!? What…?”

“Did you fucking sell her out!? Did you give her to the fucking Changrettas?”

She was only vaguely aware of Ada and Polly jumping from their seats, shouting at Tommy and trying to pry them apart. 

“No! Of course not, Tommy! I came here to tell you–”

“Did you think that getting rid of her would make me want to be with you? Is that it? Huh?”

“No!” Yes, her mind corrected. But only for a second. Just for a second. Surely you can’t blame me for that. She wrenched her arms out of his grip, taking a step back. His words, spat at her venomously and boiling with rage, hurt worse than a slap to the face would have. But she forced herself to stand up straight and ignore it. He was scared and upset, that was all. By his view, Lucy had come to her home, and then vanished into thin air. And given her recent attitude towards her, Lizzie supposed that it wasn’t entirely out of bounds to be suspicious about that. 

But, God! Had she not proven her loyalty? Over and over again, had she not made it clear that she was devoted to him? How many times had she been there for him–him and Lucy, even if they all knew that she was only there for him–whenever he called? Every time, without fail, she came running like a dog to his side, eager for the brief affection he’d offer before prancing off with his precious little Lucy while she got left watching from the sidelines…

Even with his fucking baby in her belly, he was still putting Lucy before her. You can bet that if Lucy were the one pregnant, he wouldn’t have shipped her off to a house tucked far away; out of sight, out of mind. He wouldn’t have barely spoken to her for days upon days, or neglected to visit. And he certainly wouldn’t have grabbed her like that and screamed in her face, no matter how angry he might’ve been. 

Hate, so sharp and hot that she felt it cause her cheeks to flush, roiled within her. Towards him. Towards his darling little redhaired bitch who’d come sweeping in and snatched him up without even fucking trying. Lizzie wanted to stamp her foot and fucking scream. She was here first, goddamnit! She was in his life well before Lucy was. She was going to give him a child, not that barren cunt who had stolen the man Lizzie was supposed to be with and then played the victim when Lizzie didn’t want to be her fucking friend. 

It was all so fucking unfair. She had always been there for Tommy too. And yet Lucy was the only one who was rewarded for her loyalty, while all Lizzie got was his cock every once in a while along with a wad of bills chucked her way. Meanwhile he got down on his knees and worshiped the very ground Lucy walked on, his heart cut out and handed to her on a silver fucking platter.  

She slammed her eyes shut and took a long, slow breath. It was a battle, but she somehow managed to keep a lid on her emotions, stuffing the hate down far away. He was upset. He was emotional. Of course he was; a woman who he cared for had just been kidnapped by someone who could only intend horrific things for her. 

Despite everything, I do not want Lucy dead, she reminded herself. I will do the right thing, because if I don’t, Tommy will never forgive me, and any chance for me, Tommy, and our baby to have a life together will be gone forever.

Selfish? Maybe. But that hope was all she had to cling to, anymore. 

 “Tommy, no, I would never hurt Lucy, I don’t know why you would think that–”

He sneered, clearly not believing her. “You want me to draw you up a fucking list–”

“Right, that’s enough! You come with me right now!” Ada snapped, seizing Tommy by the arm and half dragging him back into his office. His blue eyes, gleaming as if they saw right through her, down to her very soul, glinted knowingly. Lizzie shuddered, arms wrapping around herself defensively at the paranoid thought that he may very well have been able to read her mind, and therefore knew exactly what her real intentions that she’d just been musing to herself were.

“Are you alright?” Polly asked, taking her gently by the shoulders. “Here, come sit down,” she guided Lizzie to the kitchen and into one of the many uncomfortable wooden chairs placed around the table. “I’m sorry,” she kept her voice soft. “He…” she glanced over her shoulder towards the office. There was the muffled sound of voices, raised in agitation, from the other side of Tommy’s closed office door. “He’s been unraveling since she went missing.”

“I can imagine,” Lizzie said, voice cracking a little, the hoarseness growing worse thanks to her yelling at Tommy. 

“What happened to you?”

With a wince, Lizzie slowly unwound the scarf from around her neck, revealing the blossoming hand-shaped patches of purple on her throat. Polly’s eyes widened, hand reaching out to run gently along the tender skin.

“Who…?”

“Luca Changretta,” she explained simply. Polly’s expression grew alarmed.

“We should get you to a doctor.”

Lizzie shook her head. “Jeremiah already looked me over. He said that the bruising would heal with a cool compress, tea, and time. He wasn’t worried about the bump on my head, either.”

“You hit your head?”

“Mhm. Luca slammed it against a wall,” she obediently turned her head so Polly could examine it.

“You really should go see a doctor, then…”

Again, she gave a shake of her head. “The only thing I’m worried about is this,” she rubbed a hand across her still flat stomach. “I was unconscious for a few hours, I think, and when I woke up I was on my side, but I’m not sure…”

Polly reached out, resting both hands on her stomach, feeling around a little. “Baby is fine,” she announced after a moment, leaning back. 

Relief coursed through her. “Are you sure?”

Polly gave her a small, knowing smile. “Yes, love, I’m sure.” She gave her a pat on the arm. “I’ll get you some tea.”

“I really do need to talk to Tommy. I have information that might be helpful in finding her–”

“Give Ada some time to get him to calm down, first. If you go in there now he might blow his top again,” Polly began banging around with the kettle. “Don’t take it personally, by the way.” Her expression was grave. “That whole explosion wasn’t really about you. He knows you didn’t do anything. It’s just like what happened with Charlie. He’s scared and lashing out at everyone unfortunate enough to be near him.”

“Mhm.” Lizzie mumbled, and stared down at the worn wood of the table, resting her head miserably on her palm. Polly came to sit down beside her, placing a comforting hand on her arm. 

“I don’t like her, sometimes,” Lizzie said, thankful that it was Polly with her. Polly, who probably understood better than most how Lizzie felt about the redhead. “But that doesn’t mean that I want her dead,” she did not know if she was trying to convince Polly, or herself.

Polly gave her arm a squeeze. “I know, dear,” her eyes strayed to the window. It had grown fully dark outside, the only light coming from the flicking bulbs of the streetlamps. “God, do I know.”  

∗ ∗ ∗

“What the fuck was that!?” Ada demanded of him in a harsh hiss, slamming the door to the office behind them. 

“I don’t trust fucking either of them,” Tommy gestured to the door. “Not when it comes to Lucy.”

Ada stared at him, mouth agape, then shook her head. “You’re upset–”

“They have both hated her from the moment she stepped into our lives, Ada.”

“Lucy and Lizzie are friends.”

“No,” his head jerked from side to side as he shook it, footsteps thundering against the floorboards as he paced about the room. “Lucy tries to be Lizzie’s friend,” he corrected. “Lizzie just jerks her around and uses her to try to get close to me.” His breathing was coming in harsh, sharp bursts, chest flexing with each one, and his hands were shaking, desperately in need of a cigarette or the grip of a revolver to curl around. 

“Tommy, you’re becoming paranoid.”

The raggedness of his breathing was becoming worse and he could hear his heart pumping frantically in his ears. His head felt as though it were full of a thousand, angry bees, swarming and buzzing and stinging at will.   

One by one, in quick succession, images blurred past his eyes. They were taking too long. They were taking too long, and now–

Lucy, screaming while Luca drove a knife into her flesh.

Greta, chest heaving with her final breaths, the blood she’d coughed up staining her lips.

Lucy, sobbing for him as they ripped out her fingernails, one by one.

Grace, crumpling to the floor in his arms as the bullet ripped through her chest. 

Lucy, hysterical, wailing in pain as they gouged out her eyes. 

Charlie, one second fussing in his arms, the next snatched away by a seemingly nondescript maid, ushered away into a car to a pedophilic priest before he could do anything to save him. 

Lucy, expression hopeless while tears streamed silently down her cheeks, as Luca let his men rape her. 

John, laid out on a cold slab, his body riddled with bloody bullet holes. 

Lucy, eyeless, body drenched in her own blood, hacked and bruised until she was nearly unrecognizable, curled on the ground, whimpering in terror as Luca raised an ax over his head, and sliced her head off cleanly. A gift to be sent to Tommy’s doorstep. 

“Tommy? Tommy!?” Ada was gripping him tightly by the shoulders, giving him a small shake to try to rouse him back to himself. He did not remember collapsing back into his chair with his head in his hands, wheezing for breath because his chest felt too tight and his heart was pounding against his ribs. It was wholly possible that Ada had to guide him over to it. He honestly had no way of knowing. “Tommy, breathe,” she ordered, kneeling down beside him with her hands gripping the leather material of each armrest, staring up anxiously into his face. “Breathe. It’s alright.”

No, it’s not. If we don’t find her in time, nothing may ever be alright again.

“Ada,” he wheezed out, and immediately cringed at how small and broken his voice suddenly sounded. Like a frightened child. He could plainly hear the tears that he was struggling to fight back wobbling within his voice, threatening to spill forth at any moment. The mere suggestion of that only served to make the panic worse. Not only was everything around him spiraling out of control, but so was his very being, rebelling against the carefully maintained authority that he always exerted over it. 

“I’m right here,” Ada tried to soothe, brushing some of his hair back. “What do you need?”   

Lucy. Lucy could always calm him down on the rare occasion this happened. Usually after a nightmare. He wanted Lucy. 

The first sob managed to sneak its way past his lips, and he immediately raised a hand to cover his face, ashamed at allowing her to see him like this. Not even after Grace had died did he let any of the family see him cry. Except for Lucy. 

“Oh, Tommy…” Ada wrapped her arms around him, pulling his face to rest against the soft material of her blouse where it covered her shoulder. “We’ll find her, I promise. She’s strong, Tommy. She’ll be okay.”

He didn’t believe her. God, did he wish that he could, but he didn’t.

Even if they did manage to find Lucy and bring her home, she may never be okay again. 

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Against all odds (Alfie Solomons x fem!oc) 2x03

Peaky Blinders - Hunger Games crossover

• First part masterlist - Second Part masterlist → 2x01 2x02

Summary: Two months and counting. That's the time that passed between the end of the games and the moment where they were. Everything but good news is all what people living in District 13 receive. || The Capitol finally shows its cards. || Mr. Van Trapp helps Alfie. || It's over midnight when a soldier wakes Campbell up with news.

Warnings: Mentions of death.

Words: 2.2k.

News about the finding of the missing hovercraft, took the victors and friends by surprise.

If it wasn't because of his father, Bonnie Gold was ready to kill Campbell for hiding such information. His girlfriend was dead and president of district 13 was lying to them to keep them happy.

Until Alfie heard what he shouldn't listen to and he spread the word.

That same day, Campbell allowed the Golds, Alfie, Samuel Coldwell go there along with a squad for protection.

The hovercraft was still there, rain helped to extinguish the fire and now it was nothing but a lot of wires and steal completely useless. Both bodies, were just charred corpses. Bones were the only thing that allowed them to know they once were people.

Alfie felt sorry for the kid. Bonnie was just a young boy and probably the girl was his first love. The teary eyes and his father hugging him, while the soldiers were burying her, was enough to leave them alone.

"Campbell is right," Samuel said next to him "Rose isn't here."

"No, she's not. But in middle of fucking nowhere, the only hope I have is that Snow captured her. Why? I don't know. I always thought that he had a soft spot for her…that's before he killed your family."

"Snow has a particular way to show his love for his people, right?" Samuel snorted kicking a rock on the ground. "We better go, Alfie, there's nothing here for us."

After burying both bodies, everyone there left back to district 13, where things weren't much better.

.

In fact, things in district 13 were horrible. For the first time in over a month, they had news from the Capitol. Until now, the faces of the last dead tributes were on tv almost all the time blaming the rebels for their deaths. News trying to calm down the spirits around the capitol were also frequent. But of course they didn't show the massacre committed by the Capitol around Panem. No news about the bombs in district 8 and 12. The killings of the injured people and the innocents. No news about the public executions.

Caesar Flickerman was there that day smiling as always with the lights illuminating his bright hair and white teeth.

Nobody knew who was the boy sitting next to him until Aurora yelled.

"Brad! That's my boyfriend! What's he doing there?! He was safe! They promised me he was going to be safe with our baby!"

The adults around her looked at the girl who was crying. Promises those days had no value, apparently. But that wasn't the worst.

"…no."

The camera showed now that next to Brad was a crib with a baby sleeping on it. It was a girl, around a year old. She was wearing a pink dress and was hugging a teddy bear, unaware of the the war around her.

"Today we can't make a lot of noise," Caesar said putting a finger on his lips to ask for silence. "We have the youngest victor with us and apparently she had a long day, right, Brad? Are you the father of the champion?"

"I am. This is Desirée, my baby."

"I notice that you called her 'my baby' and not 'our', what happened with Aurora, Brad? We all saw her in the Arena and then disappeared, probably with Iacubus Nelson from district 2. Do you think she ran away with him? Do you think she's part of the rebellion?"

"I think," the boy said "he forced her. And probably not just to ran away with him."

Around the tv in Campbell's office, Aurora was crying and sobbing while Lucy was hugging her. Jack Nelson, on the other hand, he was furious.

"I forced her?! I protected her! What the hell is he saying?! I'm not one of those! I'm not!"

"I don't think he meant that" Tommy interrupted, "we need to calm down a bit."

"Calm down a bit? What are you playing at, Shelby? Calm down? That's because your fucking name isn't the one mentioned in the whole country! Like a fucking rapist of a 17 years old girl!"

"He never said that!"

"You don't need a whole dictionary to understand what he meant!"

"Shut the fuck up! Both of you!" Campbell knocked his cane against the floor and they stared at him. "This is not the fucking place to behave like two kids! One thing about this damn interview is sure," he said "we need to rescue the baby."

"That's probably the only smart thing you said in a whole month, Campbell," Lucy said caressing Aurora's hair "She says that he doesn't sound like his boyfriend at all."

"It's true," the girl finally spoke to them. Crying, she seemed to be even younger that she already was. "His eyes, his voice… that doesn't seem to be Brad at all."

"If you ask me," Lucy continued, "the one who's forced to be there is the boy. Maybe he has a script, maybe he's doing that to keep Aurora and the baby safe."

"He's a good dad," Aurora confirmed, "Since I got pregnant and after Desirée was born he helped me at all hours. He could never say that."

"But he said it." Jack left the office towards the Nelson's compartment.

.

Even when the Golds were ready to kill Campbell, they were the only ones who knew the Capitol well enough to know how to infiltrate there. Especially because they knew the underworld of the city like no one else.

Although Aberama was sure that by now, Snow destroyed everything he knew. A month was enough to do it.

But it wasn't going to be easy to enter into the heart of Panem without ending with a bullet in the brain. And if they agree to do it, it was only because of Aurora and her baby. The world already lived enough tragedies and the idea of a reunion between a mother and her child sounded like a balsam healing a wound.

Three more weeks passed.

"I'm worried about him," Nina said during the lunch to her friends. "Alfie is locking himself like a seashell."

"I talked to him two days ago. Or I least I tried," Tommy said "He barely answer to me and as soon as he could, he went to his bedroom again. Samuel told me that he didn't speak with him either."

"We should… no, we must include him when we go out. Alfie is my friend, almost my brother, he helped me more than once. I can't stay still anymore!"

"Campbell won't allow it."

"Since when you care about Campbell's words, Tommy? He's your fucking friend and I know very well that the whole situation pisses you off, too. Fuck him. What's he going to do? Punish us? He knows he can't."

"You're right, Nina," a new voice said and they turned around to see Mr. Van Trapp standing next to them "Alfie can't be alone and he needs you all, but I don't think he wants to go out. And you can't force him, either. That's not what he needs. I will talk to him."

"Alfie won't talk," Nina said, clearly desperate to know what to do.

"They said that my girl wouldn't talk either again," the old man said, "they were right. But it's amazing how even in the worst circumstances, people can communicate. Maybe Alfie doesn't want to talk, but he's still a man. A person. And I'm sure he has something to say, you know, to express himself."

Van Trapp left the group and went in search of the solitary man.

"He's my grandpa now," Lucy said before continuing the lunch.

.

Alfie was in fact in his compartment. Just him and a book they allow to take from the library.

He clearly heard his name, but he ignored. He also ignored the second time and the third one. But he had no other option but to open the door the fourth time.

"Thanks for opening, Alfie," Van Trapp said, "you know, at this age it's hard to walk all the way to my own compartment."

Alfie raised his eyebrow, if something he knew about the man in front of him was that he was on better physical condition than he was. But he said anything.

"Can I sit down?" The man asked.

"I'm not going to forbid it."

"Well, thanks for your generosity, Alfie. You missed the lunch. They feed us with mushrooms and grass," the man chuckled. "I prefer dinner, at least I know you're the one in charge in the kitchens. Anyway, I heard of this book," Mr. Van Trapp said picking up the one that Alfie was reading and left over the table when he opened the door. "1984 by George Orwell. Is it good?"

"Yeah. It's good. A book written centuries ago in 1948. The author imagined a future civilization hyper controlled by the government. Nothing new, but I guess for people living back then, it was new."

"I don't think so. Governments never changed, Alfie. They always tried to control people, always. Some were more successful than the others, but none of them won. No one. Even the most powerful government collapsed. Even before the Roman Empire to a man called Hitler. People love freedom and oppressive systems, even those disguise as liberté, failed."

"Snow didn't create a shit, then."

"No. He just borrowed what others did first."

"Ruining lives."

"Yes. That's what they do best. If you think this is the last time we're going to see a tyrant, you're wrong. Definitely not me, not you and I hope the new kids who were born these last years, either. But humanity never learn and sooner or later, a new one will appear."

"Sad."

"Yes, but inevitable. But for now, we need to be grateful that this one is ending. Or it's about to end." Van Trapp left the book over the table and looked at the younger man in front of him. "Your friends want you to go with them in one of their 'adventures'."

"To do what? Make a soup?"

"They think you're alone here. You don't talk with your brother-in-law anymore, either."

"My brother-in-law…" Alfie snorted "Is he still my brother-in-law? To be my brother in law, my wife needs to be alive. And after two months…"

"You don't know if she's dead, Alfie."

"You don't know if she's alive, Mr. Van Trapp."

"Same way you don't know if she's dead. There's no confirmation. There's no way to confirm that. I don't know her, I never had the chance because all I learned about Rose it was thanks to the Golds who talked to me about her. But you do know her, right? Is she capable to evade Snow for two months?"

Alfie remained in silence. "She seems to be a good woman who can do whatever it has to be done to help you," Van Trapp said.

"Yes, she is. If she managed to spied the Capitol for over a decade, then she can evade Snow. I don't know if I deserve her, but… she's my Rosie."

Georg Van Trapp didn't smile but nodded his head. One more question and Alfie, after 60 days, spoke what he didn't speak that whole time. "Tell me about her, Alfie. How did you met? Was it love at first sight?"

And Alfie told him.

Success. Georg Van Trapp, managed to open the shell in which Alfie had been hiding. Not totally, but enough to help him to start again. Over thirty years taking care of a traumatized woman, gave him the tools to help others.

.

Three days later, it was over midnight and Campbell was sleeping when one of his men knocked on his door.

"Who's there? What happened?" he asked and a man on the other side of the door, answered.

Three words captured Campbell's attention and got out of his bed quickly as he could.

"She's alive, sir! Mrs. Solomons is alive! And she's here. With two other refugees. Well, three other refugees."

At those hours the hallways were almost empty except for those working in the night shift.

How, after two months, it was possible for her to be alive?

Campbell reached the last hallway and could see that the lights in his office were on.

Two women were in his office and one little girl. And a dog. Animals weren't allowed to be there, but that wasn't the best moment to complain about that.

He recognised Mrs. Solomons immediately but he also knew who the other one was. There in front of him was not just the most wanted person (dead or alive) in district 13, but also the black tall woman and victor, known as Aveline Young.

The little girl was sleeping over Aveline, who was holding her like the most precious treasure.

"Mrs. Solomons…welc-"

"Where's he?" Rose interrupted. "Where's Alfie?"

Next

[magicalbuttertarts]

Peaky Blinders

Who are you giving more than a peak to? Sex so good that you are willing to be John's millionth wife. Don't fuck with the Peaky Blinders? Not us, girl. We fuck the Peaky Blinders but which? Are we showing Tommy Shelby we have no limitations?

Alfie Solomons - I mean Tom hardy

I would so be John's next wife.

Ohh Tommy, Tommy, Tommy. I know I can't compete with Grace, but I can try

Oh Arthur. You deserve better than Linda

And we all need some Jesus in our lived.

(Both of them)

And our sweet Bonnie Gold. He deserved better

I do love Johnn Dogs. He is so loyal to Tommy

And Michael.

And Polly Gray.

The queen of the Peaky Blinders.

[scorpiussage]

✨Masterlist✨

Requests open for peaky boys imagines!

Oneshot requests open for: Tommy Shelby, Alfie Solomons, Johnathan Crane, & Jackson Rippner!

Peaky Blinders:

🙃 Memes: 

PB as AO3 tags  |  PB as text posts 1 |  PB as text posts 2 |  PB as text posts 3 |  PB meme 1 |  PB + favorite animal crossing characters |  

💖 Peaky Boys Imagines 

PB with SO who’s bubbly/cheerful,   

PB with SO they have to bail out of jail , 

PB with SO who’s a time traveler (from the future)

PB with a daughter who gets her first period

🌕Tommy Shelby Masterlist: 

🌹Alfie Solomons Masterlist: 

🌞 John Shelby Masterlist:

🤌 Luca Changretta Masterlist:

🐴 Bonnie Gold Masterlist: 

🪐Tommy/Alfie Masterlist: 

Misc Characters/Fandoms

🍁 Johnathan Crane/Scarecrow (Nolanverse) Masterlist:

✈️ Jackson Rippner (Red Eye) Masterlist:

🎬 Neil Lewis (Watching The Detectives) Masterlist

🔮 Tom Buckley (Red Lights) Masterlist 

❌ Logan Howlett (X-men) Masterlist

[izabesworld]

Okay, okay. Who is the best Peaky Blinders character? NOT the most attractive, the best character (best development, most depth etc).

[amysteryspot]

Help a writer out - Peaky Blinders Edition

Hey there folks. I know it's been a while since I posted my writing in here, but life was a mess (still is, but that's a story for another day) and I had zero motivation to write. Now I'm trying to get back to it and also start to write for Peaky Blinders again. For that I'll need your help. I've got a bunch of OC's created and I want to try my hand at one of them. I'll let you all chose the one.

Bellow the cut there's little details from each one, and I'll create a poll so you all can vote on your favorite.

Agnes Stewart - from Little Lamb - Moodboard - A good catholic girl. That’s how people always referred to Agnes. She comes from a very strict and almost excessively catholic family, being considered a miracle since her parents had a hard time conceiving. Agnes is sweet and kinda, too shy for her own good, and afraid to really express her opinions. That changes when she starts working for Polly and gets to meet Tommy and Alfie. Surprisingly, she develops a very close relationship with Lizzie, and slowly lets herself become her own person, distancing herself from the abusive environment she was brought up in.

Amber Gold - Moodboard - Bonnie’s twin is a mystery to a lot of people. Known to have her mother’s looks and her father’s temper, she is an expert in herbs, helping a lot of people in the community. She is very proud of her heritage and a fierce protector of her family. And that’s why the last thing she expects is to fall for the man she learned to hate.

Aurelia Changretta - Moodboard - The youngest of the Changretta children is used at working in the shadows. She has always been a good listener, learning quickly and giving advice to both her father and older brothers. Aurelia knew that the mafia would never allow her to work for them, it didn’t matter how good she was, how sharp she was, and she made her peace with it, finding a way to be involved on the business without being upfront about it. She married at a young age to the son of the Don of the Sicilian mafia, the Cosa Nostra, only to lose hi. During the war. After her husband’s death, she stayed living with her father-in-law, until John Shelby beat up her brother Angel, and interference was needed to avoid a blood bath. Always the strategist, Aurelia saw in the vendetta a way to gain more power by marrying the Peaky Blinders leader, Thomas Shelby.

Cecilia Clarke - from “All the blood I lost with you” and “Lies in the Dark” - Moodboard - her love and her loss are the only things Cecilia knows well. Having being friends with the Shelby’s, specially Tommy, since she can remember, Cecilia has gone through a rough path, loving her best friend and being used by him through the years. What she wants the most is being free from him, but at the same time, she doesn’t know how to live without him.

Daphne Scott - from Nothing’s Fair in Love and War - Moodboard - Daphne is a former nurse that served during the war and has a close relationship with Alfie, working as his right-hand woman. She has a twin brother that died during the war. Tommy takes a liking to her when he starts working with Alfie and drama ensues with Alfie’s betrayal and Grace’s return. Her best friend, Harriet, is also a former nurse that, nowadays, owns a very known brothel in London. William, a doctor who served with both of them during the war is someone Daphne carries really close to heart, even when people expect their relationship to be awkward because they’re former lovers. She is a high-class lady that willingly chose to detach herself from her family for thinking differently.

Esther Solomons - appears in The Solomons Siblings and Hanukkah with the Solomons - Moodboard - The youngest sibling of the Solomons household is a girl that has all her brothers wrapped around her finger. Esther, named after Hadassa, know and Queen Esther, that marked a Persian king and was responsible for gaining the Jews permission for the Jews to kill their enemies when one of the king’s advisors gets permission to get all the Jews in the kingdom killed. She certainly takes the courage of her namesake, fighting prejudice and resistance while she was pursuing her studies and then, later, when she earned a place in her brother’s business.

Eve - from Wicked Ways - Moodboard - A liar and a thief. Eve navigates through life on her own. She has no roots and her loyalty is only to herself. Growing up without a family, being deceived and betrayed more than once, she learned never to trust in people. Eve leads her life and her or kin a very similar way: wrapped in secrets. You never know when she is going to show up or when she is going to live. Working as a thief, she holds leverage against all of her clients to keep herself alive, and tried very hard not to create attachments. Alfie has worked with her a few times, and introduces her to Tommy, marking the beginning of an interesting game of cat and mouse.

Geogiana Abbott - inspired Heaven in Hiding and Sold my soul to a three-piece - Moodboard - The village girl that wanted more than people thought she should. Georgiana grew up in the same village Michael was brought to, creating a strong bond with the boy. She has a younger sister and started having a complicated relationship with her parents once she voiced her aspirations of going to college. They wanted her to find a good husband and be a housewife, but Georgiana refused to settle down for anything less than what she dreamed of: becoming a lawyer. That’s how she chose to leave the village and go to Oxford to try her luck. Her family chose to cut any ties with her, she made her way through school with hard work and some unpleasant situations, having lost contact with everyone from the village, including Michael. Georgiana found an unexpected companion in Daniel Solomons, and after graduating ended up winning a case against Shelby Company Ltd, getting to encounter Michael again and meet his new family, including a very unpleased Tommy.

Ivy Shelby - Moodboard - The woman responsible for mending Tommy’s broken heart after Grace left for America, Ivy is the most loyal person the Shelby’s have ever met. Knowing about his past, she doesn’t expect that when Grace returns, Tommy will make the mistake of choosing her instead of what they’ve built together.

Kathleen Sheppard - inspired Better With You, Out of Time and Just Tonight - Moodboard - A friend, a counselor, a lover, a partner, a daughter... Kath has been many thing through her life, but she was always her own person. Growing up in Watery Lane, the only daughter of a Scottish mother and British father, she was always very close to the Shelby’s. Kath helped Polly keep things up and running during the war, when she lost both her parents. Tommy and her always treated each other as best-friends, having crossed that line a few times, becoming lovers of some sorts after he came back from the war. A complicated relationship that had many ups and down because the two of them are too strong headed to admit their feeling for fear to what it would mean to their friendship in case it didn’t worked out. The thing they never realized is that the relationship had been working just alright for a long time.

Laura Shelby - from I want a divorce - Moodboard - Bond to Tommy since before the war, Laura had learned to navigate through changes. She was the oldest child, the one that took care of the house and her siblings so her parents could work. That worked at home, as a seamstress to help with the bills. That is until she got pregnant and was almost thrown out of her family home for giving herself up to a gypsy. Then learning how to deal with leaving with the Shelby’s, with Tommy changing when his father went away and his mother killed herself. They had to go through the lost of their child and then the war. Life has made them both colder, harder, but even then, Laura never thought that she would have to deal with her husband’s unfaithfulness. Not when she was expecting their child.

Lilliana Oliver - Moodboard - the second child of a very influential family in London, Lilliana grew up loving horses more than people. She always dreamt of racing and fought hard against society rules to achieve what she wanted. And she won’t let any man stop her. Not even Tommy Shelby and the love she has for him.

[peakypolly]

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

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

Some rules:

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

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

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

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

Tommy Shelby

Arthur Shelby

John Shelby

Finn Shelby

Ada Thorne

Polly Gray

Michael Gray

Alfie Solomons

Bonnie Gold

Isaiah Jesus

Newly added:

Aberama Gold

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

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

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

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

Thank you for reading and have a lovely day!

[lya-dustin]

I love seeing 30+ year old fancasts for Cregan Stark and knowing he is 20 in the books.

To me he looks like Jack Rowan (who played Bonnie Gold in Peaky blinders)

[pacifymebby]

Where can I find me a Bonnie Gold?

Who’s your favorite Peaky Blinders character to write I wonder?

Same tbh

Aw honestly it's so hard to answer that because I love writing bonnie, he's my favourite character and he's such a sweetheart you know you can always write some cute stuff for him.

But! I love writing Tommy because of the intensity

And I love writing Alfie because he's so fun, j love coming up with his wee monologues and I usually make myself giggle a lot when I'm writing him. Also I'm convinced he's like a grumpy but cuddly teddy bear in love which is something I love to write!!!

Thank u for the ask <3

[obsessedwithhotmen]

⋆⁎✿ Bonnie ⇢ *- Words To Make You Swoon -* ⇠ Gold ✿⁎⋆

⇾ (Peaky Blinders) Bonnie Gold x reader

⇾ Summary: reader cleans Bonnie up after a boxing fight.

⇾ A/n: I love Jack Rowan, I’m so sad to find there’s no fanfic for his character Sam in Born to Kill, he did so good in that show. I’m tempted to write some, but it’s relatively old at this point, would anybody even read it?

⇾ Warnings: mentions of blood (its a fight, what more can you expect)

Bonnie was a man of many talents and he truly was unlike any other man you’d met. Most boys were assholes, only caring for themselves and their cocks, but Bonnie was different. He cared for you, loved you, he was truly the perfect partner.

There was nothing that you loved more than seeing that bright smile on his face whenever he won his fights.

So, you stood in the crowd of mainly men, hand cupped around you mouth as you cheered on your boyfriend during his fight, shouting as loud as you possibly could that you were certain your throat would be sore the next day.

You watched him duck under punches, narrowly avoiding some heavy hits, before returning a punch of his own occasionally. You were aware of the plan that him and his father had in order to gain more bets, he was drag the fight out into the later rounds, and make himself appear weak with not a lot of skill, but that was far from the truth.

You never like watching him get hit, even if he ended up being alright in the end, but as you watched him fall to the ground from a hard hit that his opponent got him with, you couldn’t help the fear you felt as you watched him lay face down on the ground, breathing heavily, when all of a sudden he slowly got up, gaze meeting yours as he winked in your direction.

You rolled your eyes, for once disliking the arrogant smirk on his lips when he stood to his feet, pretending to stagger around for a bit before he was deemed alright to continue the fight.

Luckily for you, the fight came to an end shortly after, and Bonnie with blood coating his cheeks had won the fight via knockout. You cheered happily, clapping loudly for your man who was paraded around the ring by some of the men.

Before the room could get to crowded by the rowdy men, you slipped out silently and made your way to Bonnie’s changing room, wanting to avoid whatever fights would follow from the men that lost their bets.

It wasn’t long after that Bonnie and his father Aberama were returning to the changing room as well, Aberama sending Bonnie in alone once he noticed your presence.

“What did ya’ think?” Bonnie asked, walking up to you and standing in front of you.

“I thought you actually got hurt.” You replied, grabbing his towel and wiping away some of the blood from his face. “You scared me.” You admitted.

Bonnie’s hand met yours, caressing your hand with his thumb. “Nothing to be worried about. I always win.” He reassured you a smug smile on his face.

You scoffed, shaking your head at him but not being able to contain the smile that showed. “You were great though. Very entertaining.” You answered his prior question.

“Just entertaining?”

“Entertaining, hot…” you trailed off, hand sliding down to his bicep. “But also very bloody, now sit down and let me take care of you.” You urged him to sit down on the seat so you wipe away the rest of the blood.

“I’m only bloody because I kept getting distracted. I didn’t know you were wearing that tonight.” He said, his hands staying on your waist and pulling you close to him, holding you as you used water to wash away the blood.

“Then maybe I shouldn’t come to your fights then, if this is the result.” You suggested, knowing that he would disagree with you on that.

“But then who am I meant to show off to?” He smiled.

You sighed dramatically, running a hand through his damp hit. “Your father? The people your meant to be showing off to?” You listed off.

“I only care for your opinion.”

Bonnie’s words could never failed to make you swoon.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Would Include:

Mystic Messenger

Poly-Dating Seven and Yoosung

Poly-Dating Jumin and Jaehee

Obey me! Shall we date?

Poly-Dating Lord Diavolo and Lucifer

Poly-Dating Lord Diavolo and Mammon

Poly-Dating Leviathan and Barbatos

Poly-Dating Beelzebub and Simeon

Dating Solomon

Dating Simeon

Dating Mammon

Dating Lucifer

Dating Leviathan

Dating Satan

Dating Beelzebub

Dating Asmodeus

Barbie

Dating Weird Barbie

My Hero Academia 

Dating Izuku Midoriya

Dating Yandere Bakugo Katsuki

Dating All Might

Wednesday

Dating Yandere Enid Sinclair

Dating Enid Sinclair and Best Friends with Enid Sinclair

Best Friends with Wednesday Addams and Dating Yandere Wednesday Addams

Dating Tyler Galpin

Dating Xavier Thorpe

Stranger Things

Dating Robin Buckley

Dating Steve Harrington

Dating Yandere Steve Harrington

Dating Eddie Munson

Bridgerton

Dating Yandere Anthony Bridgeton

Dating Yandere Benedict Bridgerton

Marvel

Dating Peter Parker

Dating Yandere Brother Day

Dating Yandere Logan Howlett

Peaky Blinders

Dating Arthur Shelby

Dating Yandere Thomas Shelby

Dating Yandere Alfie Solomons

Dating Bonnie Gold

Dating Yandere John Shelby

Vikings

Dating Halfdan

Dating Yandere Ragnar Lothbrok

Dating Bjorn Ironside

Dating Ubbe

Dating Hvitserk

Dating Sigurd

Dc

Deathstroke Dating An Easy-Going S/o

Dating Bane

Dating Yandere Jason Todd

Dating Yandere Tim Drake

Dating Yandere Erik Lensherr

Dating Yandere Superman

Dating Yandere Spawn

Yandere Al Simmons Having A Crush and Al Simmons With A Crush

Poly-Dating Poison Ivy And Harley Quinn

Yandere Harley Quinn With Hero Darling

Dating Wonder Woman

Dating Yandere Bi Han

Dating Yandere Kuai Liang

Dating Yandere Hanzo Hasashi

House of the dragon/ Game of thrones

Poly-Dating Rhaenyra and Alicent

Poly-Dating Sugar Mommy And Daddy Rhaenyra And Daemon

Poly-Dating Jacaerys and Lucerys

Poly-Dating Jacaerys and Cregan

Dating Jacaerys Velaryon

Dating Yandere Benjicot Blackwood

Dating Yandere Duncan Targaryen

Dating Yandere Jacaerys Velaryon

Dating Yandere Daemon Targaryen

Dating Daemon Targaryen

Dating Harwin Strong

Dating Yandere Criston Cole

Dating Yandere Cregan Stark

Dating Cregan Stark

Dating Yandere Alicent Hightower

Dating Yandere Aegon Targaryen

Dating Yandere Aemon Targaryen

Dating Yandere Ramsay Bolton

Dating Yandere Brynden Rivers

Dating Yandere Maekar Targaryen

Dating Tyland Lannister

Dating Yandere Jon Snow

Dating Yandere Robb Stark

Dating Yandere Aerion Targaryen

Dating Yandere Aegon The Conquerer

Dating Aegon Targaryen

Dating Yandere Aemond Targaryen

Yandere Aemond Who’s Obsessed With His Maid

Dating Yandere Rhaegar Targaryen

Dating Yandere Baelon Targaryen 

Best Friends with Helena Targaryen

Dating Yandere Rickard Stark

Dating Yandere Domeric Bolton

Dating Yandere Brynden Rivers

Dating Yandere Roose Bolton

Dating Yandere Arryk Cargyll

Dating Yandere Erryk Cargyll

NHL

Dating Cole Caulfield

Dating Jamie Drysdale

Dating Jack Hughes

Dating Nico Hischier

Other

Dating Yandere Mick Taylor

Being Married To Yandere Eric Newlon

Dating Yandere Fire Lord Ozai

Dating Yandere Clyde Shelton

Dating Yandere Dark Mario

Dating Yandere Cat King

Dating Yandere Archie Hicox

Dating Yandere Deucalion

Dating Yandere Hans Landa

Dating Yandere Dieter Hellstrom

Dating Yandere Jeepers Creepers

Dating Yandere Trager

Dating Yandere Husk

Dating Yandere Klaus Jager

[vivianleighwishesshewasme]

Cursed-3 sisters trilogy

Chapter 2

   Violets lament

Two weeks, her grandmother always said it only took two weeks to fall in love if you were both genuine and honest. Mr. Gold was both of those things. Violet hated lying to him so much. She didn’t want any relationships she had built on lies but how else was it to be. She couldn’t tell them she was from the 2020’s. She’d be burned as a lying witch instead of just a witch. She caught herself so many times and others she knew he’d caught it. He’d give her a hard and questioning look. She’d brush it off by saying she wasn’t from here. 

She’d caught feelings for him and from what the other women were whispering he possibly had for her. Some were going as far to say that he just wanted her to watch his children for him. She’d already known the tragic fate of Bonnie Gold. She couldn’t love the boy like a mother and watch him fall into the Peaky Blinders. She sighed and let tears of frustration fall. A sudden rain fell down in torrents from the sky causing her to abandon her work and sulk in the caravan. The soft light illuminated the dark wood of the table showing her reflection gleaming from it. She looked tired. Eyes sunk in and rimmed with dark circles. She

raised her head listening to the weather turn harsher like her mood.

She kept the door open so she could watch the heavy rain wash away footprints and dust. She felt guilt not only for the lies but for feeling again. Her littlest sister had held her tightly and let her cry hard for what felt like day but honestly only mere minutes. Sabrina had told her that she deserved love and her husband wasn’t angry or he’d be visiting her in her dreams and haunting her campsite. She knew the younger was right. Spirits were stirred with devilish intent when they were spited or scorned. She felt none of that. Sabrina did a reading for her. Love and close bonds, tests and lies would come to face her. Violet turned to face her table and gripped her hot tea cut looking into the leaves. She had to come clean with him. Let him leave and move on…or possibly come back to her when he could trust her again. She wanted this...actually wanted to love….they hadn’t even made a splash yet in unraveling the Shelby family curse. It was going notoriously slow for Violet's liking but that's life, you can’t rush the important stuff. 

A soft knocking startled her out of her thoughts. A very soaked and grinning man was at her caravan door looking like a  love drunk soggy dog. She laughed and grinned back.

“You're getting water on my floor.” She scolded and fetched him a blanket. He sat down and smiled. She  busied herself by getting him his own cup of tea. She loved when he visited her and they just talked. The first week he came to help her adjust and keep her fire going. Now the conversation flowed freely and organically. 

“It's just water Violet. It dries up.” He grinned like a scolded boy who pulled her pigtails. He’d won and they both knew it. She handed him his cup and gasped when his hand brushed hers. His eyes widened and his smile faltered for a second but he regained ground quickly and cleared his throat. Her eyebrows raised  and her mouth tried to set in a tight line but her small smile betrayed her, causing him to laugh. 

“You cleared your throat, you're about to be very serious.” Her tone was soft but unsure. He seemed to catch it because his face softened and he reached out hand on her table palms up.  Her heart beat like a caged animal. He was asking her to trust him and place her hand on his. Gods, what was she doing? She wasn’t a teenager anymore with no responsibilities. She was a grown woman with sisters to take care of. Sister that she brought here for a reason. She couldn’t deviate from the plan. She just couldn’t.

“Violet.” Aberama’s voice was firm but soft. She watched him slowly pull his hand away toward him like he'd gotten too close to the flame and remembered he could get burned. She knew she had to trust herself, trust her sister and her plan. She quickly reached up and gripped his hand tightly with hers. Tears were forming.

 “ Just breathe.” She whispered uncertain if it was to herself or him. 

“I’m sorry, I’m still trying not to feel guilty about grieving but I know they have moved on. I need to as well.” Her smile was weak but true. His eyes softened as he brought his other hand on top of her. Warm And gentle with her. He was always warm and gentle…with her. 

“ Violet, I…” Hmm. He pulled back but his hands stayed. “ I’ve had years over you in your grief apparently. I hope I don’t make you question your loyalty to your former husband. I’d never try to be him or take his place.” He faltered and she felt her panic rise. She wasn’t going to let him get away. Violet Gold had a ring to it. One that was already firmly over her heart. 

“ I love you.” Both of their eyes widen. Violets painfully as the realization of what she’d blurted out sat heavy in the room. He smiled and looked down in relief. “I’d say I’m sorry but I'm not.” She doubled down on her girlish confession and felt the heat rise all over her body. 

She wished she could jump into the fire right now. She doubted she could feel hotter.  He laughed and sat back relieved. Neither one had expected the day to go like this. Rain pelted the roof downing out all need for conversation for several minutes allowing both to think. 

When it lightened up he spoke. “ I love you too. I’ve known for a week now.” He laughed as she reeled back. Most men don't fall in love first. They were both mature adults though, who was she to question? 

“I can't in good faith let you continue until I’ve told you the truth.” She pulled her hand back and twisted them in her black skirt wishing she could melt under the table and through the floorboards, letting the rain wash her away. She looked up and he was pained but patient. He was too good for her. She shook her head and gave a bitter laugh. She wasn't a bad person, why didn’t she deserve to be happy. 

“I’m not from here.” He sat up straight about to protest but she hushed him by gently placing a finger over his partially opened lips, lips she wanted to kiss so badly. “No, wait, please. “ She drummed her nails on the table trying to gather her resolve. 

“I’m a witch.” She gasped when he laughed. They both knew he was aware. She was getting upset. He didn’t get it and she wasn’t getting to it as quickly as she needed too. “I’m from the future, almost a hundred plus years. I don't expect you to understand but when I can't do things or when I say odd things it's because…..” 

“ I figured it out already.” His soft spoken words shook her out of her crying nonsense state. “ You're not the only one who…sees things.” He stood and went to her and rubbed her shoulders. “ I had a meeting in town on the same day as you went to meet up with your mysterious sisters. I saw a gypsy witch and she did a very well rounded reading. It’s almost like she knew us.” He bent down and placed a soft kiss into her chocolate hair. “ I’m not going anywhere.” He was firm and she knew ernest. 

 Violet's relieved laugh filled the trailer. New tears came but they were from relief.

“Sabrina DeGhent.” It was a statement not a question.

“Oh, umm…I thought the last name was different.” His confusion was cute to her. 

“ Blonde hair, one blue, one partial blue and brown eye. Smile like trouble but a pure soul.” Violet was soft in her description of his little sister. She silently thanked her baby sister knowing she owed her a lot more than a hug once she saw her again. 

“You know her?” He quizzes her while he leaned down to pepper his face with kisses. Her hands never left his that rested on her shoulder.

“She's my little sister.” They both laughed before sealing their mutual fates with a kiss. 

[sxvenz]

misc. masterlist.

these may get their own masterlists one day if I write for them enough.

… … …

Doctor Who

9th Doctor

10th Doctor

11th Doctor

12th Doctor

The Master

The Umbrella Academy

All (platonic)

Ben Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Number Five

Peaky Blinders

Aberama Gold

Alfie Solomons

Arthur Shelby

Bonnie Gold

Isiah Jesus

John Shelby

Thomas Shelby

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