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[evita-shelby]

They didn't know we were seeds

Chapter 12

Cw: breastfeeding mention, inappropriate use of breastmilk, day drinking, trauma bonding, doom

Aveline, Rose and Lawerence Evert belong to @justrainandcoffee

Taglist: @thegreatdragonfruta @justrainandcoffee @emotionalcadaver @call-sign-shark @peakyswritings

If she thought the end to the horrors would come the moment she had a baby, she was half wrong.

She could’ve stayed at home with her baby boy and avoided all of this, but she didn’t want to miss a chance to see Jack openly and couldn’t vouch for him from home. It was also Matty’s first year as mentor and she’d be stupid to throw him to the wolves like that.

Times like this she misses Luca. He would’ve never let this happen, in fact Evert would’ve been pushing daisies already. Shelby should really get to that already.

“Some of them, like Lawerence Evert, think we are gods and goddesses and they privileged enough to be nourished from our breast.” Cecelia makes a face as an avox helps her into the ultramodern breast pump.

Eva wonders if dairy cows feel as used as her as she sees her own milk be put in rather fancy jars instead of the usual baby bottles a company gave her to promote them.

She’d been treated like a queen by the Capitol’s companies, showered with everything a baby and new mother could ever want or need because nothing provides better advertising than a Victor doing it.

Laurie’s name had caused controversy, but babies were being named Lauren or Laurentius by the dozen now. Cecelia’s pregnancy had led to a rise in births and now hers would continue until it went out of fashion. The speculation of Laurie’s paternity was not dying down, however.

Any blue-eyed man she’s been in contact with has been mentioned in gossip columns and shows. Jack had laughed at how the last man she was sold to had to come out on television and deny they ever had sex. Only a few had come close to guessing it was Jack, but they were talked out of it because even for the peacocks of the Capitol fucking your brother’s murderer was too fucked up.

“So, you and Jack, huh.” Cecelia had immediately put two and two together much like every mentor here. They were not as discreet as they should, but unlike Rose Evert and Alfie Solomons, they wouldn’t get into trouble over it.

“Yeah. Kinda just happened.” She lies with a sheepish look; better people think it was unplanned and not that they had tried for two years because a post-partum body isn’t sexy to the capitol. If only they couldn’t speak honestly here.

“At least he’s one of us, the moment Alfie fucks up like this he’s done for.”

It is an open secret that Alfie Solomons, mentor for 9, is fucking his stylist. Not just fucking, but in love too given by what Aveline told her in her tirade against it.

“Yeah, I guess.” Pretty ballsy, or pretty stupid, but Rose had enough money to put Alfie out of the market so maybe they’d get away with it. Luca got away with killing any man who breathed near her and with keeping her in the Capitol a while longer for a holiday to an arena that had a beach.

Maybe Rose and Alfie could get away with things she and Jack can’t.

For now, Eva tries to remember the names of the herbs that lower your milk supply.

Jack is having a few beers waiting for whoever’s gonna tell Shelby’s he’s in when a somewhat sober Haymitch tosses him a large pack of condoms wrapped in a bow.

“Did you and your girl think what’s gonna happen when you train the baby’s killer?” the surly man helps himself to the beer Jack had been drinking on his lonesome and plops himself down on a bench.

“I only thought of how she’d be off the market if lost her figure for nine months.” Can’t say that’s not going to happen because they don’t even know if it will work. “Who knows maybe in twelve years the games won’t exist.”

“Well, you know what they say, the road to hell is paved with good intentions.” The mentor for 12 comments and accepts Jack’s answer with little suspicion. “Who knows maybe Lauren will take after Evie and survive her games.”

“Laurie, after the dead brother, and they’ve got twelve years to figure that out no use in bringing it up now.” Solomons, the only mentor in an even worse situation than him, comes up as if he were invited.

“Here, got some for you too.” Haymitch tosses a condom at the Victor of 9 from his pant pocket. “Nelson, give him half your box, none of us want to find out what happens when district scum knocks up a Capitol broad.”

“Why is he here, Solomons?” Jack doesn’t hate either guy; they just aren’t friends.

 Eva’s the one everyone likes because she’s a great gal and charming and hot, Jack’s the guy they tolerate because of her. He’s been called an asshole by most mentors here because he won’t change his blunt ways. Haymitch is fun sometimes mostly when he’s not being a pessimistic asshat, Alfie’s too busy with his stylist anyways.

Come to think of it, they’ve never talked much. The whole career vs normal district didn’t help either.

“Cause we’re your new friends, fuck face.” The blond drunk smiles at the words.

If it wasn’t for his family’s lives being on the line, he would’ve tossed the fucker off the roof and see how hard that force field tosses him back.

“Welcome to the club, Nelson. With any luck your niece and your son won’t have to survive an arena like we did.” He extends his hand and Jack shakes it.

Jack Nelson has officially become a rebel.

The children this year show promise, Eva has long since known that promise doesn’t mean much in the arena.

“How do manage this every year?” Matty asks after they send the children to sleep. He is barely twenty this year, been told the hell that awaits him here and is troubled by his own ghosts to accept the task.

“A support system, we mentors have to watch out for each other.” She says drinking the herbal tea guaranteed to temporarily dry up her milk supply. She hasn’t told him about her relationship with Jack, but Mathew is a smart guy and probably figured it out now. “Abilene, bless her heart, was too far gone to be of any help, but Clemens knows more than he lets on.”

“2 is the dad isn’t he?” There it was. The resentment at 2 and 1 for believing they are better, the fear that what they are doing is wrong and the whole she killed Jack’s brother thing.

“It’s not illegal to fraternize with fellow mentors, Laurie is my son with Jack and named after the brother I killed.” Eva finds relief in publicly saying that to people she trusts. Mat won’t tell knows better than to do that. “Before you ask, yes he knows, we both picked out the name together.”

“Volcano girl said 9 is screwing his stylist, is that permitted too?” the young man asked, and Eva shrugged.

“Rose Evert can afford to fuck Alfie, as long as she has money Snow doesn’t give a shit. You’ll find everyone here does what they can to cope with this hell, so don’t be too quick to judge.”

A pool had been added to the training center, swimming lessons were optional and to Eva’s dismay her tributes had not chosen to take up the offer.

Sulema because she already knew how to swim, Fabian had a phobia of water because when he was little, he almost drowned in a river. They hailed from the southern villages, their darker complexion and shorter stature setting them apart from the lighter skinned and taller folks up north.

10 covered the span of two countries, the United States and Mexico, well what was left of Mexico. It had been a country known for its beauty and diverse lands. It had a desert, beaches much more beautiful than the ones in 4 and fertile plains where livestock can thrive.

10 had plenty of rivers and lakes, some had dried up during the Dark Days and others made toxic, but they had an advantage over some districts in that. They were not as great at it as 4 where everyone knew how to swim, but they might have a chance to survive a body of water.

“We should do something nice for the kids.” Aveline says resting under the umbrella of the tribute center’s outdoor pool. Contrary to popular belief, they aren’t cooped up in here for the entire time. Most have some degree of freedom, and it provides the Capitol a chance to see more of them.

“Do you think they’ll let us?” the young mother asks knowing its probably a no unless the right people say it. Cashmere might have some sway, Lyme too. Finnick would agree immediately if it meant he could spend more time with his female tribute who was his schoolmate and whom he obviously really liked.

A doomed romance that can only end with Annie Cresta dying horribly in the games. Snow knew what he was doing when he had her reaped after Finnick tried to speak out over the abuse they suffer.

“Likely not, but most of us here do what we want when we can.” Linnie shrugs and gives a disarming smile to the paparazzi taking seemingly candid photographs of them. Wiress and Beette had outdone themselves with the earrings, they were never caught off guard now.

The afternoon before the interviews is spent with 24 children and their minders having a pool party and forgetting they’d all be killing each other the next day. A good memory before they all die, even the one that survives the games.

“Do you think people look at us the same way we look at them?” Jack rests his chin on her head as they watch Finnick and Annie enjoying their last moments together in the water.

“I suppose so, but who here isn’t as doomed as us, my love.” The only difference was that they couldn’t be killed in an arena.

[cljordan-imperium]

//Eva belongs to @evita-shelby

//This started out as a blurb...turned into a 1-shot at just over 800 words...

RED GOES BEST WITH DEATH - JASPER & EVA

“Jasper!!”  Brie’s voice echoed off the stone walls and vaulted walls of the palace; her high heels sounding like gunshots as they resounded off the tile floors as she searched for him.  When she found him slinking out of the door to his quarters, she pinned him with a murderous glare. “You bellowed, my Queen.”  He bowed before her, trying to subdue the smirk on his face.  The tone of her voice said that she was not amused and pressing her might not be pleasant.

“Excuse me?  I what?”  One perfectly shaped brow rose as Abriella resisted the urge to dust him for the second time in a week.  Resurrecting him was a pain and he whined.

Jasper coughed, one day sarcasm was going to get him handed over to Cruz, who might not bring him back from the dead.   “Goddess, I take it you are displeased.”  His smile was tight now and he wondered what he had done, this time, to garner her ire.

“Would you care to tell me why there is a female, human, Earthly witch in my Palace in Imperium, in your chamber specifically.  You have been advised that snacks need to be consumed elsewhere.”  Both brows rose as she pinned him with a very direct glare from her hazel eyes that made it clear he had better start explaining or pain would follow.

“Now, Abriella, she is not a snack.  She is a…friend.”  He watched her lips and eyes thin simultaneously.  “And she’s not from Earth, well not this Earth, well not this current one, or at least not this timeline for this current one.”  She was going to let Cruz hit him, or maybe Adriel.  It was going to hurt and mess up his perfect face.

 “You brought a date..to Hell?” Abriella closed her eyes, she did not have the words, not for Jasper, not today.  Not after having just passed Seamus with a corpse he said killed in Constantinople, and when she corrected him it was now Istanbul, he said that - no…she had been in cold storage a while.  She needed fewer human eating people in her Palace.  “You know what…just skip that question…here, enjoy…”  Abriella handed him two bottles of red wine and turned around before Jasper could elaborate on anything.  She had to be losing her mind…

For a minute Jasper stood a little befuddled, then shrugged and turned back and entered his quarters where Eva was waiting, and looking a little nervous.  “I think Abriella is softening on me, love.  She gave gifts and no injuries, this time.”  He grinned as he strutted over towards the curvaceous and devastatingly gorgeous dark haired beauty who now looked amused.

Eva’s brow rose as an amused look formed on her face. “She normally leaves you with wounds?”  Jasper had normally spoken fondly of the other woman, but now Eva was having her doubts.

“Only when I’m acting the most like me and Anna isn’t around to soften the blow.   I must have been extra charming this evening.”  Setting one bottle down on the table next to him, he wrapped his arm around her waist and used his now free hand to pull her tighter against his side.  “Or…” He spoke very low and close to her ear, “she wanted us to have a very, very good time when we go topside, my darling witch.”

Eva gave a throaty chuckle, the candlelight in his main foyer dancing in her dark eyes as she gazed up at him with a mischievous smirk forming on her crimson painted lips, “maybe it is both?” She proffered.  They were, after all, going to keep all the human deaths limited to taking place outside of Imperium.  A rule is a rule after all.

“You know, love, you may be onto something there.  I think we should enjoy then.  Wouldn’t want to disappoint the Queen by not partaking of her gift.  I’ll have to introduce you sometime when she’s a little less worried about snacking on humans.” With a wink, a cheeky grin, and a kiss to her cheek, he let her go so he could open the first bottle of wine.

“That might be advised, the little blonde friend of yours is so delightful.  We should go monster hunting with her sometime.” Eva wasn’t quite sure what that entailed, but if it was as fun as the debauchery they were about to embark on, then it had to be just utterly delightful. 

“Now, darling, for that one, your body has to stay in my bed.”  He saw her brows go up and laughed outright.  “They are literal monsters and you are still a bit too fragile for my liking to allow you around those yet.”  He shook his head as he handed her his glass. “So, spirit gets bound to me, body gets to take a nap.  We all win.”  He winked and raised his glass towards her.  “To a night of death and debauchery with my absolutely favorite witch in creation.”

@blind-the-winds @saltysupercomputer @aziz-reads @pheita @writingmaidenwarrior @toribookworm22 @late-to-the-fandom @outpost51 @spookyceph @thebejeweledwatercat @dreaminggoblin @evita-shelby @cillmequick @raincoffeeandfandoms @call-sign-shark

still working on the next chapters for my other Peakyverse crossovers...fingers are improving and brain is solidifying

[knightotoc]

Higher Ground Blogging 6

- a.k.a. Canadian Boarding School AU

HBG 1 (eps 1-3), 2 (4), 3 (5-7), 4 (8-9), 5 (10)

Last time on HGB: In the world of Star Wars, redemption has something to do with helmets, whispered monologues, and/or last-minute electrocutions. In the world of Higher Ground, redemption has more to do with homework, talking about your feelings, and outdoorsy derring-do. But they’ve got one thing in common, and that’s my #1 celebrity crush.

ep 11: - “did i ever tell you what they paid for me? i looked at my dad’s files once. $21,000. Worked out to about $3000 a pound at the time, not bad.” -- we stan ezra - ok the quote for this ep is “false face must hide what false heart doth know,” and that stumped me for literally 10 minutes, i had to put down the dirty dishes and think and google the quote and.... im still not sure what it means. i was once on shakespeare’s level but i have fallen far since high school - “and now i think it would be a good time for both of you to participate in Group with ezra and the other kids” -- the best thing about peter-bi-wan is imagining obi-wan grimacing at literally everything he says - “i once taught a course on medieval occultism--” omg i found the sith😱 - 8:42 in and scott finally shows up!!!!! - still not as bad as downton abbey where i’d have to sit through up to 15 minutes sometimes until thomas barrow showed up😔 - omg the voice he does for scott. omg i love him so much. - “every moment of my life’s embarrassing” -- juliette making me so glad i’m not a teenager anymore. you’ve got shakespeare comprehension but at what cost?

low-res crying Hayden for the soul

ep 12: detective: my gut tells me they’re still here peter-bi-wan: is your gut ever wrong? detective: i’m human, man peter-bi-wan: for future reference, i like it better when you’re not

^ now that IS in character for obi-wan

he has the high ground (there i made the joke) - theme of this ep: if you’re a white woman, be cool about it - oh shelby are you about to fuck everything up on purpose.... i don’t know what i expected

^ my sister walked in and said “aw he’s cute!” yeah we’re both awake at 4 am - “protecting the little princess again?” well yeah he’s a jedi

that feeling when Shelby

best forehead in the business

Shelby: Needing always sort of required somebody to care. Th-that wasn’t big in my world. Scott: It is now. * plinky lil electric guitar byoo doo doo *

- ezra!!!!!👏👏👏👏👏👏 - omgggggg there is a forbidden love but it’s NOT with anakin, it’s auggie and juliette!!!! aaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!

ep 13: - the quote led me to a beautiful poem, and someone put it on tumblr 8 years ago so i rb it - this is the weirdest fucking background music YET - omgggg scott is aggressively knocking down chess pieces one by one. HIRE THIS KID TO BE VADER, HE’S PERFECT

scott x shelby forever!!!!!!! - hnrhg you guys need to hear hayden say “this is a CLASSroom,” it’s 7:23 in episode 13, it’s really funny. Tourguide Vader - you can also see them doing that morticia-addams-style beam-of-light-across-the-eyes thing, they do this to him a lot in Revenge of the Sith too - “you can’t mess with a mess, man! it’s, like, redundant!” - “sorry, you’re not my species” -- ❤️shelby❤️

her species - holy shit you guys i love this squad of kids so MUCH!!! - but this episode is too manly ughh - grizzly bear trying to kill peter-bi-wan❤️ yes queen, do it

[brummiereader]

😱 I am speechless! Well technically I'm not because I'm about to write an essay! This was SO Dark! My eyes were glued to my phone throughout, I think I may have even forgotten to breathe at some point 😯. I think this deserves two skulls for its darkness rating, holy crap I FREAKING LOVED this ❤️😈. I bow to you queen of darkness, please teach me your ways 🙏!

From the warnings alone and summary I knew I was in for a treat but I had no idea it would be this intense of a story. “Enough, Daisy!” After finishing the story I came back to this part because I suddenly realised that Tommy's sharp response to Daisy was because she had asked him about Y/N joining their nightly "adventures" instead of Alice. Which now makes so much sense with what Tommy said at the end that they need to stop their mutual hobby.

Holy crap...the office scene with Alice, Daisy and Tommy was wild 😳! The scariest part is Daisy's cool and calculated demeanour and it's contrast with Tommy's brutal and aggressive behaviour. They balance each other out into a formidable, frightening couple. I'm afraid it's out with the old in with the new Y/N...Mrs Shelby has her eyes locked on you 😈.

"Jammy git!” had to give this line a quick mention. This is so British, my mum says it all the time 😂!

What's so scary is Alice is completely under their spell, she even said herself how she would do anything for them even though it scares her. It makes me wonder if she caught on to the pattern of maids leaving for America like Elsa 🤔. I don't know why but I feel it's Daisy these young maids get enchanted by not Tommy, and it's Daisy they would do anything for.

Elsa has figured all of this shit out, bet she's thankful they never picked her now 😳! I bloody knew those wooden trunks were not used for their belongings! I had a feeling they would be used for their bodies instead, a detail I thought was really cleverly mentioned throughout!

The next scene was just WOW, holy shit that was dark! I was on the edge of my seat throughout 😱. "Do you think you can cum before he kills you?”....arghh this was crazy, brilliantly crazy! I literally gasped when I read that part, Daisy is so devilishly menacing, she's like no other character I have ever read! Taunting her with her own fate, wow...out of the two of them I reckon she's the darkest. BUT a big BUT....you then had Tommy cum as Daisy cut her throat and blood poured down on him. Murder kink unlocked for him, holy hell 😈! This was giving me "Gone Girl" vibes with a twist! “Goodnight, sweet darling.” this made me shudder, ruthlessly enchanting until the end. Having them have sex in her blood was something out of a horror movie, these two are insane but perfect for eachother! Maybe that's why his family didn't like her because she will only enable his sadistic needs!

Wow Lee! I think you maxed out your dark powers writing with this one 😍👌! As a fan of dark stories you couldn't have given me a better read that this, absolutely incredible! Well bloody done ❤️🔥! This is now up there with my fav dark reads 😈.

Careless People

Summary: Newlyweds Tom and Daisy Shelby are hiding a dark secret. They're known for being eccentric and a bit kinky, but could something more sinister be lurking beneath the surface?

Author's Note: Requested by @cillmequick for my 2K celebration An Evening at Arrow House. You asked what Tommy thought of everyone's speculation about his bride, but what if he’s aware of her sordid past and willing to indulge her? In this one, he and his wife are the ones driving others out of Arrow House!

Warnings: 🔞 smut, dub-con, blood, mention of weapons, murder. Dark fic proceed with caution 💀

Fear gnawed at your insides as you stood ready to serve your new employers, a pair of newlyweds just back from their honeymoon in Paris. The dashing Mr. and Mrs. Shelby sat before you at the dinner table speaking in hushed voices, brows knit in serious conversation. Their conspiratorial tone and occasional glances in your direction unnerved you to the point of paranoia.

“What’s she saying? Am I dismissed already?” you whispered to one of the other servants waiting table. 

The girl only shook her head quickly, lips pursed together tightly and eyes cast toward the floorboards anticipating an incoming storm. 

As if on cue, Mr. Shelby’s temper suddenly flared and he grasped his wife’s forearm hard enough to cause her to whimper in pain. “Enough, Daisy!” he barked into the silence of the room and you looked away feeling sorry for the young woman. 

The other servants had warned you he could be temperamental, but you hadn’t expected him to be violent as well. Pushing away from the table, he stalked to the other side of the room for more whisky as Mrs. Shelby rubbed at her aching wrist. 

She muttered a low complaint into her napkin that sounded something like, “You’re a brute.”

Their new marriage still seemed to be finding solid footing now that the honeymoon was over and the demands of life were creeping in around them. It was rumored that the Shelby family did not approve of Mr. Shelby’s American bride, though you couldn’t imagine why. Thus far she was a fair and honest employer, you’d even heard of an initiative she began which stated one deserving employee would be chosen each season to make their way to America, all expenses paid by the Shelby family. She said she wanted hard workers to have the opportunity to seek their fortune abroad. 

You found yourself drifting away from the unpleasantness and into this enticing daydream as Mr. Shelby cleared his throat to speak. “Elsa, show Y/n to my office after dinner,” he commanded. You swallowed harshly wondering if this might indeed be your last night at Arrow House, but then something took you by surprise. Mrs. Shelby looked at you directly, a smile darting across her lips and a gleam in her dark, amber eyes. There was something in her charm that captivated you, pulling a smile from you before you realized. Your heart began beating wildly at the thought of winning her favor and you could think of nothing else while clearing the dinner plates.

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“Down and to the left,” Elsa said before leaving you alone in the corridor. The haunting strains of a gramophone could be heard in the distance and you paced toward it, still uncertain what awaited you. Just as you reached the partially opened door, a harsh sound of a slap stopped you. Your ears strained for more over the music and soon a few raspy breaths could be heard through sobs. With curiosity piqued, your hand rested over the doorknob and you peered inside to see the upstairs’ maid, Alice, kneeling before Mr. Shelby.

The only light in the room came from a roaring fire. The orange flames cast flickering shadows upon the couple before you making it hard to see everything happening. However, you had an idea as you watched Mr. Shelby’s large hand grasp the back of Alice’s head and push her down between his legs harshly until she began to sputter. Her small hands clawed at his trousers as he sipped his whisky, the light playing across his face in an ever-changing, yet sinister mask. 

“Choke for me, darling,” he rasped before groaning in pleasure on a harsh gag. He gave her a moment to rest, stroking her hair gently before resuming his thrusts, dragging her along his length in frenzy until he eventually stilled. His hands tensed with her locks caught tightly in his fist, eyes rolling back in his head as a string of curses fell from his lips. Then removing his hand slowly, Alice pulled away, tears streaming down her cheeks in dark rivulets from her ruined mascara. 

Still breathing heavily, Tommy leaned down to her, taking her dripping chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Open,” he commanded and she obeyed wide eyed, holding something rich and pearlescent in her mouth that caught the light. He ran his thumb along her lower lip with a nod of satisfaction, spitting into her open mouth. “Swallow like a good girl,” he said with the raise of an eyebrow and she did so as she looked up at him, a dazed look on her face. 

Your breath caught as you realized you’d witnessed something you shouldn’t have. Before you had time to consider the damage to Mrs. Shelby, you watched her elegant form emerge from the darkness. You clasped a hand over your mouth as you saw her help Alice stand on wobbly legs and capture the girl’s face between gloved hands before savoring her in a languid, open mouthed kiss. 

Feeling as though you’d already seen too much, you turned to leave, but the creak of the old wooden door gave you away. You should have run in that moment, but for some reason you froze, entranced by what you’d just seen.

“Miss Y/l/n, come in,” Mrs. Shelby said warmly, extending a hand to you from where she stood.  She smiled so brightly it was as though you were the only person in the room and you felt a sudden giddy nervousness take hold of you. Mr. Shelby straightened his appearance and gave a quick nod to signal it was his wish for you to enter, but you stood firm until Alice made a hasty retreat. She didn’t look at you as she passed, cheeks flushed a bright red even in the dim lighting.

“Sit down, Y/n. We have a proposition for you,” Mr. Shelby began, taking a seat behind his desk and producing a formal looking document. 

“We do hope you’ll accept,” Mrs. Shelby added breathlessly as she guided you to sit beside her on the sofa.

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“Are you sacked?” Elsa asked the next morning as you helped prepare Mrs. Shelby’s breakfast tray.

“No!” you said indignantly. “Would I still be making tea right now if I was?” you joked.

“Well? What did Mr. Shelby say?” she prodded.

You bit your lip. It was part of your signed contract not to disclose the nature of your exact arrangement with the Shelbys. However, the best part was so exciting you couldn’t possibly keep it to yourself. “They’re going to send me to America!” you said enthusiastically. “But I had to sign a contract for a…special program first.”

"Jammy git!” Elsa exclaimed. “Alice has been here three years so I knew she’d get picked, but look at you! You’ve only just arrived and already made an impression,” she mused. 

“I know!” you thrilled, wanting to squeal with delight as you hoisted the breakfast tray up, but you were secretly worried about the months that lay ahead. Could you do what they had asked?

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One month later Alice was set to depart. You helped pack her things and she gave you all the advice she had for serving the Shelbys. However, something in her voice was off as you tied her apron for one last dinner service. “You feeling alright?” you asked.

“I don’t know,” she confided, looking around her empty room with a desperate melancholy. “Working for the Shelbys is like being consumed by fire,” she confided, swallowing harshly, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. “But I like it. It scares me how much of myself I’d give them if they asked,” she exhaled on a shaky breath. She seemed afraid, but you weren’t sure precisely why.

The bell rang in the hall calling for everyone in the dining room. “I’m sure you’re just exhausted from all the preparations. You’ve been working long days, but soon you’ll be rewarded,” you said in an attempt to cheer her. “Just as I hope I’ll be rewarded one day,” you said gleefully.

Alice’s face fell as she looked upon you and you noticed how gaunt she’d become. You didn’t pay much attention at first as hard work did that to people. Your own parents had worked themselves to death with little to show for it, but you were determined to build something greater for yourself and you wanted to remind Alice of her own bright future.

Giving her a reassuring smile, you reached for her hand in solidarity, but she twisted away from you. It was then you noticed what looked to be rope burns on her wrist, red and irritated under the cuffs of her blouse. She yanked the sleeve of her uniform down further as you blinked, certain you were seeing things. “I’ll see you downstairs,” you mumbled as you backed away feeling disconcerted.

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Thankfully dinner was uneventful and you soon forgot Alice. Mr. and Mrs. Shelby were in good spirits as they ate their lamb chops, chatting idly about a new business acquisition in Boston which would require his sister Ada to go abroad soon. Mrs. Shelby remarked about the shopping in the area and Mr. Shelby feigned a passing interest. However, one item caught your attention and that was a brief exchange about the upcoming stag hunt with his brothers. “Are you leaving in the morning, Tom?” Daisy asked offhandedly. 

“No, we’ll have to wait for John. He arrives Saturday,” Mr. Shelby replied. Then he instructed the butler to have his guns cleaned.

After you’d finished your duties for the evening, you retired to your room, settling beneath the old tattered quilt you’d brought with you upon your arrival. Sleep came within minutes, a strange, but not unwelcome dream of Mrs. Shelby came to you, her face hovering over yours as her large brown eyes softened to the texture of velvet so soft you thought you could stroke it with your fingertips. Her dazzling smile beckoned you to reach for her and hold her in your arms before she leaned down to leave a love bite on your neck. 

Soon after midnight, when the house was still and quiet, a sudden sharp sound broke your revery. You couldn’t be sure in your hazy state of mind, but you could have sworn you’d heard a gunshot. Shaking your head in disbelief, you burrowed beneath the covers trying to dissuade yourself of the notion. 

However, in the morning everything felt upside down as the house was in a whirlwind of activity. Men stomped through the house and Frances bustled behind them, but no one else was allowed upstairs. When you inquired about your regular duties, you were assigned elsewhere with the explanation that Mr. Shelby was on his hunt and Mrs. Shelby was out shopping.

“That’s odd,” you commented as you began washing the floors with Elsa. You were certain Mr. Shelby said his hunt had been delayed, but it was none of your business so you continued working until Elsa scurried over to you.

“Y/n, Alice is missing,” she whispered urgently.

“Perhaps she left early,” you reasoned, but Elsa shook her head violently in disagreement. “Do you reckon she took another boat?” you asked in confusion.

“I don’t think so. She wasn’t meant to sail for two days and I saw someone take her trunk away before first light,” she said, twisting her fingers in her apron nervously. Glancing down the hall she made sure no one was coming before she added. “They’ve done something with her, I know it.”

“That’s not possible. Mr. and Mrs. Shelby have been nothing but kind and helpful,” you noted, wanting to believe all the lovely things you’d heard about the Shelbys. “I’m sure she’s on a boat. Let’s wait for her letter. She did promise to write,” you reminded Elsa. Although she agreed waiting was best, she didn’t seem to believe you, her brow etched with worry.

In a month, you were vindicated when a letter arrived from Boston. It was type written which seemed odd considering you’d never seen Alice use a type writer. However, it was signed by her and talked of nothing but happiness in her new home. Everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief that her sudden departure from Arrow House was nothing more than eagerness to begin her journey and she was quickly forgotten as work overtook everyone. 

You were no different, learning what your new role would be. Aside from Frances, you had quickly become the second most important person in the household. If you were honest, the power of being held in such high regard by your employers was thrilling, but also burdensome when it came to dealing with other members of staff. The jealousy in Elsa’s eyes was unmistakable as she found it particularly difficult to hide her envy.

One day she confronted you about it, as you assumed she might, but you were not prepared for her venomous words. “You're so special all of a sudden?” Elsa seethed, pulling you from the corridor by your elbow.

“I-I'm not. I’m just another servant,” you demurred, feeling hurt and shocked by her outburst.

“Like hell. I know what you do with Mr. and Mrs. Shelby when you’re alone,” she revealed.

“I’m not sure what you think you know…” you began, but Elsa cut you off.

“You’re their whore. You let them use you in the most vile ways,” she accused, face contorted in an expression of utter disgust. 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said indignantly.

“Think you’re so clever? We can all hear you,” she informed you. “They’re careless people, Y/n. Careless and cruel,” she said bitterly. 

You sucked in a breath. “That’s not true,” you defended the couple you’d grown attached to. Wanting to know if others felt the same, you ventured, “Does everyone think that?” 

“That’s not what you should be asking. You should be worried for your safety, Y/n. Ask why they wanted your signature or why they bought you that trunk to ship your belongings months before you leave. Have you thought about that?” she urged you, eyes boring into you insistently.

“What? What are you saying, Elsa?” you wondered aloud.

“The stable boy found Alice’s belongings in the barn last week and I've seen copies of her letter in Mr. Shelby's office. It’s what I thought all along, the Shelbys forged that letter from America. And that trunk? I think her body was in it. Alice is dead and they killed her!” she cried in desperation.

Your blood began to boil as you realized the lies Elsa was concocting. She was obviously upset she’d been passed over. However, you weren’t to blame. The Shelbys chose you for the opportunity in America. She would have to accept that she might never be the chosen one. 

Seeing her sunken eyes and shaking hands you took pity on her. She’d obviously spent many a night thinking of her wasted potential. You decided it best to play along and tell her the ghosts she saw were real.

“Alright, Elsa, I’ll be careful. Thank you for telling me,” you placated her with a pat to her shoulder. She only sniffed at you in reply and you walked away with a toss of your head. 

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Three months later it was your final night in the Shelby household and you felt a calm acceptance of whatever was to come. Your time spent with them had strung together in an endless night, leaving you physically and emotionally drained. They were the most insatiable couple you’d ever met, constantly pushing you beyond the boundaries of your own understanding. Their “adventures” as they liked to call them left your body marked in all manner of bites, burns and bruises, but you wore them proudly. You had a need to please them and in doing so you felt yourself becoming a different person. In truth, you would have given them anything or done whatever they asked for a single word of praise. 

When you arrived in their bedroom that warm July evening, wrapped in your silk robe from Daisy, you had no thoughts of denying them any last wish. Therefore, when Tommy began his aggressive lovemaking you succumbed to him, knowing Daisy would soothe the pain with tender kisses. You allowed Tommy's calloused hand to wrap around your throat possessively as you rode him, his thick fingers digging into your flesh and restricting your air until a lightheadedness washed over you. 

The fuzzier your head became, the heavier your body, movements sloppy and uncoordinated. As you struggled to stay upright, Daisy took hold of the ties binding your hands behind your back to guide you. Then her skillful fingers dropped to your pulsing clit, rolling and pinching until the coil in your belly pulled tight. Noticing the overwhelming need in your eyes she whispered sweetly in your ear, “Do you think you can cum before he kills you?” 

Your eyes snapped open in panic, body thrashing as Daisy’s girlish laugh filled the air. You tried to shake your hands free, but Daisy held you tightly as Tommy planted his feet against the bed and thrust into you with animalistic drive. When your fight had gone and the darkness descended upon the edges of your vision, you gave into the rushing in your ears like a lullaby, a single tear rolling down your cheek in surrender.

Then without warning, Daisy called out. “Tom, you brute, you’re scaring our pet!” His paced slowed and his hand uncoiled, leaving you to draw lungfuls of air that brought you back to life with a rush of overwhelming emotion. As Daisy hushed you, she began to lick your tears away, sucking at your delicate neck until a dark bruise formed. Your head dropped to her breasts with Tommy’s cock pulsing inside you and you trembled in relief.

“So good for us, darling,” Daisy praised you. “Would you like a treat?” she asked, holding your chin up and kissing your cheek gently. "You want to be allowed to cum now?" You could barely respond as your mind tried to process the notion that they were pleased with you, but Tommy’s hand connected with your ass in a stinging slap, bringing you out of yourself suddenly. 

“Answer,” his deep voice urged and you nodded into her hand. “Good. Remember your manners,” he said, taking hold of your hip in a painfully tight grasp.

“Please, can I cum, sir?” you exhaled on a ragged breath, full of desire.

Tommy chuckled at your use of the term of authority he loved so much. He looked to Daisy and she nodded. Your eyes slipped closed momentarily as he resumed his thrusts, hitting the spot inside you that made your toes curl and said, “Cum all over my cock, like a good girl, but let us hear you.” You moaned for them as you willed your spent body to move, chasing the high you’d become addicted to over the past weeks and wanting to satisfy Tommy as well.

Daisy nibbled your earlobe as the waves of pleasure carried you, her intoxicating giggle echoing in your ear, distracting you from a swift movement at her side. You never felt the slice of the blade across your throat, only vaguely aware of warmth leaving your body as you looked down at Tommy in horror. Silenced by your injury, you could only watch as dark crimson sprayed across his toned chest.

Tommy came inside you with a satisfied shudder, your face crumbling in exquisite agony above him. As the light faded from your eyes, Daisy placed a kiss to your mouth one last time saying, “Goodnight, sweet darling.” 

She helped Tommy lay you down as she sighed contentedly, then Tommy reached for his wife with a stern warning. “We have to stop this, Daisy,” he said, thinking of the calls he would have to make to Johnny Dogs and the men soon. 

“I don’t want to,” she pouted. “I was smart this time, I used a blade so no one would hear,” she said proudly.

“Yeah…you fucking did,” he said with a proud smirk and pulled her in for a kiss that lead to a long, slow fuck in your blood. Frances would clean up in the morning when the body would be loaded into the trunk they’d purchased for your departure. 

Your letter would arrive from America in a month’s time, the signature lifted from the contract you’d signed months earlier. It was all too convincing on the letter Daisy typed. No one would ever question it, especially not Liesel, their new toy who would join them tomorrow night for her introduction to the Shelby household. 

She was already upstairs in the servants’ quarters placing her things in the trunk the Shelbys provided and thanking God for her good fortune. She'd met Elsa, of course, but not believed a word of the poor woman's ramblings about missing women and murders in the house. 

“Careless and cruel” Elsa called her employers, but Liesel couldn’t understand why she would say such a thing. Careless people didn't take such good care of their employees, did they?

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[storytellerofuntoldlegends]

an icarus and his sun: chapter 8

A/N: hello i have returned!! this chapter was weirdly difficult for me to write, but from here on out i think the writing will go much smoother! but unfortunately i do have classes to be worrying about soon, so who knows how much time i will have to write. but still!! very excited about this fic and how you guys will react to upcoming events >:) (plus i added some implied nature wives (katherine and shelby) to this bit so this fic is basically turning into me making empires smp gayer) also check out this stunning art of chapter 5 by @artanogon! and if you wanna make art of this fic, you absolutely can, just be sure to tag me so i can see it!

Warnings: depression of the heartbreak variety, past violence

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Jimmy was trying his hardest to not be mopey as he helped Katherine with rebuilding. He knew that he had promised that he would help her- but his own confusing feelings about Scott, his lack of building know-how, and the dejected look Katherine had as she looked at the slight crater where her castle used to be had Jimmy feeling far out of his league. But he put on a brave face- he needed the distraction, after all.

They began with filling in the crater, mostly silent as they moved dirt over with their shovels. Then once the ground was level, they could begin with setting up the framework of the castle. They spoke more to each other then- but it was mostly Katherine telling Jimmy where to put the support beams. Jimmy wanted to say something, anything to break the tension and melancholy air- but he couldn’t think of a single thing to say to Katherine that didn’t lead back to the tragedies they had experienced. Jimmy wished that Joel or Lizzie were there- but they were off gathering more materials for Katherine’s castle, and probably wouldn’t return until nightfall. So until then, it was just Jimmy and Katherine, silently stewing in their respective sadnesses.

Luckily- or maybe unluckily- someone much more chipper than either of them came along. Jimmy almost didn’t recognize her at first- but quickly realized that the figure approaching them was the mushroom gnome queen, Shrub. Or Shelby-she had said they could call her that too. She was dressed far more casually than she had been at the ball, a polka-dotted red kerchief tied over her head, brown overalls over a green shirt, and red boots with white polka dots. She had a bag slung over her shoulder, and Jimmy could see the tops of mushrooms peeking out of it.

“Um- hello! I- I wanted to offer some gifts from the Undergrove, maybe they could help with rebuilding! Or they could just look pretty- or just be a peace offering- or a gift of sympathy for what happened,” Shelby rambled, seeming just as skittish as she had at the ball, but was less afraid and more excited. Katherine set down the beam she was holding, and gave Shelby a small smile.

“The gift is much appreciated, thank you. It was nice of you to stop by- I apologize for the appearance of the Overgrown. Usually it’s prettier here,” Katherine said, looking over her lands for a brief moment before focusing back on Shelby.

“Oh! Well, what I saw of it at the ball, your empire is lovely! I’m sure it will be back to its former glory soon… if you’d like, I can help! I’m good with plants and I’m not a bad builder!” Shelby offered with an encouraging smile. Katherine practically glowed at the praise of her empire, and smiled back.

“I’d love to have your help- it’s just been me and Jimmy working all day, and most of our time was spent filling in the crater. Some extra hands would definitely help things go faster,” Katherine replied, gesturing at the land around her. Shelby beamed back at her, setting down her bag of mushrooms.

“Then I’m more than happy to help! We gnomes are small but mighty, just tell me where to lug these beams around and I’ll do it!” she chirped. Katherine blinked in slight surprise at her eagerness, but looked over to the stack of beams beside them.

“Well, there is one that needs to go across those two over here for the entrance. If you’re as strong as you say, then maybe you can help Jimmy with getting it up there- I’ll set some scaffolding up so you guys can reach it,” Katherine explained, going over to where two beams were upright and doing just that. Jimmy watched her set up the scaffolding for a moment, until he felt a pair of eyes on him. He turned and looked down to Shelby, who quickly looked away once she realized she had been caught staring.

“Is everything okay? You seem jumpy,” he asked, brows furrowed in confusion. Shelby chuckled nervously.

“Oh. Well- you see, gnomes can’t swim. And I’m kind of afraid of the water and water related things because of it. But you and the ocean lady seem like really nice people! So… sorry for being jumpy. It’s a habit,” she admitted sheepishly. Jimmy let out a good-natured laugh.

“I mean you’re right to be spooked by Lizzie, she can be scary when she wants to be- but most of the time she’s very nice! And trust me, there is not a single threatening thing about me,” Jimmy said, tone turning a bit rueful at the end of his statement. Shelby frowned.

“The guy with the goggles and his friend sure seemed to think otherwise, why else would they bother you like that?” she asked. Jimmy blinked in surprise at that.

“You… you think Fwhip and Sausage are afraid of me?” he asked in disbelief.

“Well… not afraid, but definitely threatened. I’ve seen it before, back where I came from. You’re someone who won’t bow to people easily, and people like them don’t like that,” Shelby explained with a shrug. Jimmy considered this for a moment.

“Huh. I guess… I never saw it like that before,” Jimmy said, a small smile coming to his face.

Their conversation was ended by Katherine waving them over, and Jimmy and Shelby picked up one of the beams to carry over to where the scaffolding had been set up. Shelby was surprisingly strong for her stature, and carrying around the beams and placing them where they needed to be was much easier than before she had arrived. It was less quiet with Shelby around too, as she cheerfully asked questions about their empires, as well as sharing some things about her own empire. But then there was one question that caused Jimmy’s blood to freeze in his veins.

“So you said that Joel and Lizzie were getting more building materials, but what about your partner? Is he with them too?” Shelby asked, and for a moment, Jimmy was confused.

“My… what?” he asked.

“The elf guy you were dancing with at the ball! You’re very cute together, by the way,” Shelby continued, completely oblivious to the tension in the air her statement created. However she soon noticed Jimmy’s pained expression, and it was her curious smile changed to a concerned frown.

“We uh. We were never together. And he betrayed us,” Jimmy said stiffly.

“Oh- oh I’m so sorry. You guys had just looked so happy together, I had just assumed- I’m sorry,” Shelby rambled, and Jimmy gave her a weak smile.

“It’s alright. I guess I was kinda happy- but it was never real. Not for him, at least,” Jimmy replied, throat feeling tight. He hadn’t really meant to burden all of his issues onto Shelby, but his mouth was moving a little faster than his brain was at the moment, and he couldn’t hold back his words.

“Well- well then that guy is missing out! You seem great, and he gave you up for what, tactical gain or political advantage or something?! He doesn’t deserve you!” Shelby declared, hands on her hips as she smiled up at Jimmy confidently. If someone he barely knew had so much confidence in him, then why shouldn’t he? Jimmy smiled back at Shelby.

“Maybe you’re right,” he conceded. Shelby gave him a half laugh, half playful scoff.

“Of course I’m right! Now c’mon, this castle isn’t gonna rebuild itself!” she chirped, heading over to the stack of beams. Jimmy could only stare after her for a moment, dumbfounded. Katherine seemed just as amazed by the gnome’s boundless positivity, a smile growing across her face.

“She’s spirited,” Katherine murmured. Jimmy chuckled.

“Yeah, you two are like birds of a feather,” Jimmy murmured back.

"We both are definitely nature-oriented," Katherine added with a chuckle. She looked at Shelby fondly for a moment, until her expression turned into a frown as she noticed something in the sky. Subconsciously her hand started reaching for Jimmy’s, and he took it as he looked up to the sky with her. Two figures were flying in- and the tension in Jimmy’s shoulders relaxed ever-so-slightly when he recognized them as Pearl and Gem. But he still gave Katherine’s hand a gentle squeeze all the same.

“What’s going on? Are we under attack again?!” Shelby asked anxiously, coming over to stand beside them and look up at Pearl and Gem flying in.

“Don’t know yet- they weren’t directly behind the explosion… but they are allied with the people who were,” Katherine said apprehensively. Shelby looked down from the sky, frowning in concern- and upon noticing Jimmy and Katherine’s joined hands, she grabbed Katherine’s other hand with a comforting smile. Katherine flushed slightly, but smiled back at Shelby gratefully.

“Please don’t be alarmed!” Gem shouted as she came in for a landing. Frankly, that didn’t make Jimmy feel any less alarmed.

“We aren’t allied with Fwhip and Sausage anymore. We don’t want any part of what they’re up to,” Pearl clarified, landing beside Gem.

“Really?” Jimmy asked warily. Gem looked to Jimmy with an open, pleading expression.

“I meant what I said when we told you that we didn’t know what Fwhip was up to. He left myself and Pearl completely in the dark, while Sausage and Scott were the only ones who knew about the full plan. But even then, I don’t think those two had the full picture, they looked surprised that we hadn’t known about the TNT. The point is- Pearl and I were tired of being part of an alliance that lied to us, and lied to us to hurt others! Katherine- if I had known what was going to happen, I would have never gone along with it and would have tried to put a stop to it,” Gem explained, turning her focus to Katherine as she spoke.

“So… you two are… on our side then?” Katherine asked slowly. Pearl gave her a gentle smile.

“If you’ll have us, yes. We also figured you could use our help rebuilding,” Pearl replied. Katherine looked to Jimmy, as if she was asking for his opinion. Jimmy blinked, and looked at Pearl and Gem. They seemed… candid, at least. But after Scott… Jimmy wasn’t sure who he could trust anymore besides his steady allies. However, they weren’t Scott. And furthermore, it really wasn’t his call to make. It was Katherine’s.

“It’s your empire, Katherine. If you don’t want them here, then just say the word. But you won’t get a fight from me if you do want them to help,” Jimmy said gently. Katherine smiled, and looked back to Pearl and Gem.

“I would absolutely appreciate your help. We’ve almost got all the framework for the castle set up- but having someone with wings help us out with some of the taller parts would be lovely,” Katherine said. Pearl beamed, and Gem clapped her hands excitedly. Gem came closer and Katherine let go of Shelby and Jimmy’s hands to talk over building plans with Gem, Shelby following after her and listening as well. Pearl, however, walked over to Jimmy with a mildly timid expression.

“Pearl?” Jimmy asked.

“There’s something I think you should know,” she blurted. Jimmy blinked in surprise, tilting his head to one side in confusion.

“I… okay,” Jimmy said semi-apprehensively. Pearl took a deep breath, like she was unsure of how to continue.

“Gem and I just came from a meeting with the Wither Rose Alliance. Well… it wasn’t much of a meeting, Gem and I broke off ties with the alliance pretty quickly and then left. But… there’s a… there’s something about Scott,” Pearl explained slowly. Jimmy tensed, swallowing nervously.

“Oh?” Jimmy asked, trying to keep his tone neutral.

“Like I said, Gem and I didn’t stay long so I don’t know for sure- but there was something off about Scott. He just… didn’t seem himself. I think he was just as unhappy with Fwhip as we were with him. I… I just know he meant a lot to you. And I think you meant a lot to him too. I just… I don’t want to get your hopes up, but maybe… maybe you should give him a chance,” Pearl continued. Jimmy’s mouth fixed into a firm line.

“It’s a nice thought… but I don’t think I can trust him anymore. Not after everything that happened,” Jimmy said, throat tight as he tried not to cry. Part of him really wanted to hope that maybe there was some sort of misunderstanding, that Scott really did care about him- but Jimmy couldn’t afford that kind of hope. Pearl nodded in understanding.

“That’s fair. Like I said… just thought you should know,” she said, before walking over to join Katherine in her discussion for the build. Then Jimmy- only feeling ever so slightly useless now that Katherine had so much more help- swallowed the tears that thinking about Scott caused, and joined them.

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[justafairytailofinnocence]

If it’s not too much of a bother, then I‘d like to request a matchup for Peaky Blinders, LOTR and Marvel.

I‘m a straight female. I‘m caring, independent, analytical and responsible but can also be very stubborn. I’m not good with being physically affectionate and comforting others but people told me I always find the right words of advice and that I’m very good with words in general. Furthermore, I tend to have a rather rational and cold view on most things which sometimes clashes with my empathy for others. My friends are quite protective of me, making me feel almost uncomfortable. They say I’m a big softie when it comes to the people I love. Sometimes I forget to take care of myself, for I am too busy. I tend to feel very insecure in bigger crowds and my sense of direction is a disaster. I love reading and learning about different languages, taking long walks and converse about books, tv shows, life and philosophy with friends. Since I’m quite athletic I also love working out.

I’m really sorry this got so long! Thank you very much for sacrificing your time for this! ✨Your blog is amazing!

Hello dear thank you 💖 for the first matchup which is the Peaky blinders:

I ship you with:

Thomas Shelby 🚬

- he is rather fond of you everything you are independent, caring and smart. He likes those things in a girl and you captured the king of Birmingham's attention.

- your both cold on the outside and not one for physical contact. Your analytical and rational side combines with Tommy's exterior. He loves the way you think and thought about hiring you as a sectary.

- he would feel some sort of attraction between you as he smokes his ciggerate he would know how to persuade you to cuddle him.

Tommy: oi you c'mere love *take a ciggerate*

You: why of course Mr Shelby *sits next to him*

Tommy: *kisses your forehead* heh your beautiful

You: thanks Mr Shelby you are too *blushes and smiles*

- sometimes you know how to shoot a gun meaning you often are independent winning Polly's favourite girl of the week.

- his brothers would develop crushes on you but Tommy fell in love with you.

- he can be possessive keep out for that since no one takes what's his.

- marriage would be by the church and you would marry into his family. You would love in the manor however Lizzie couldn't stand it she loved Tommy as well. Your child would have his hair and your eyes. They would be born into the gangster life.

For lotr I ship you with:

Thranduil💖

- your the queen of mirkwood hey honey you have a man bowing at your side. He is very cold and emotionless he likes to be that way due to traditions.

- deep down on the inside he is very close to you indoors often playing with his hair or laying along side him.

- he has very different views but your his queen and suitable at that. He even reminds you of himself.

- he would keep you in smaller crowds and having your own private room so you don't have to be around the servants and people.

You: my thranduil so tall and handsome *smiles leaning against him*

Thranduil: you are my beloved queen~ *kisses neck*

- he would be very affectionate towards you despite him not usually behaving this way. You ruled his heart.

- your wedding would be in the middle of mirkwood everyone attending. Your child would be a half elf human hybrid. They would be the next royal heir to the throne.

For marvel I ship you with:

Steve Rogers a.k.a Captain America 🇺🇸

- Steve has a thing for strong, independent wemon. Take an example on all his crushes they all have the same thing in common being strong and brave like you.

- your the love of his life after his previous mishaps with his old gal. You took up the majority of the space in his heart. He has a choice to stay or go back, however he chose to stay because of you.

- your dates would include coffee shops and dancing. You have a very rational mind reminding him of the wemon back in his days.

- you sometimes get thingy when he mentions his old gal but you accept it was a thing in his past and your his future.

- he would save you at the worst of times being their and yes he is cuddly so even if affection isn't your thing he is the one to start hugging you or kissing you.

- he is very sweet and kind hearted so he would be there for you every step of the way.

Steve: hey darlin can't help but notice you look stunning *holds you close*

You: oh don't worry about that Steve *pulls into his shoulder*

Steve: I love you darlin *kisses you on your soft, smooth lips*

You: *kisses him back on his soft, rough lips* I'm truly Americas queen now~

- both of you would be like a old couple even Natasha teasing about how you should be her grandmother.

- you two get married in a chapel since Steve's old school. The Avengers attend your ceremony. Your child has blonde hair and your eyes being the next captain America.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta💫

[livingmybestfakelife]

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Paring: Tommy Shelby x Black Reader

Summary: Tommy and his fellow English men and women prepare for the arrival of an African noble

It’s been a while since you’ve been on a ship, ever since the sinking of the Titanic your parents have been hesitant about you traveling to places that you couldn’t get to by train or automobile. If there was a time where you absolutely had to travel overseas then the crown would make sure that the families royal ocean liner was up to par, plus enough lifeboats just in case the unfortunate were to happen.

The last time you were on the HMS Natukunda was in 1927, three years later and here you are back on giant ship, ready to take you and your parents to the United Kingdom, you have been there once, but you were only two years old at the time and obviously had no memory of it.

“Your highness, his and her greatness will not be attending the trip with you, they asked me to give you a copy of the schedule for you once you arrive in London”

Your personal secretary hands you a folder that you quickly skim through, one of the lines you noticed was with a meeting with some of the the local MP’s. You hold back rolling your eyes and close the folder, you never cared too much about politics and did your very best to stay away from it. Every member of the family that was of age had a responsibility to the crown, either you had to join the countries armed forces, attend university or had some kind of job working for the country, which most likely delt with something political.

“Can’t I just have tea with a member of the royal family?”

He chuckles before shaking his head, Abel felt bad about putting this all on you but it was his duty, he tried often to get your grandfather to change your schedule but his word was nothing to compare to ones of the King of Delhana. When he read over his copy of the list he let out a heavy sigh, this was going to be a hell of a trip, but at least the ship had all the best amenities to keep them entertained, it still didn’t calm your irritation, you would spend days trying to be cordial with the people who were still upset at the fact that their ancestors were unsuccessful in the colonization of your country and also that you were an independent nation, rich in oil, diamonds and other valuable resources, you dreaded the fact that one day you might become queen, and hoped for your grandfather and father to have a long lives, no way do you want to be under that kind of pressure.

Meanwhile all the way overseas in London, the MP’s were discussing the upcoming visit of Delhanan royalty. When Tommy arrived to work all he saw was people rushing around the giant office building, before he could get to his office he was able to catch one of the lower level workers to see what the commotion was about.

“Didn’t you hear sir? Princess YN of Delhana is coming to London”

He was trying to think of how your name was familiar to him, he had heard about Delhana, it was a country in North Africa, known for it’s generational wealth and supposed hoarding of jewels and oil, it was also popular for it’s coffee and tea, not to mention the women were gorgeous, many of Tommy’s old war buddies who took jobs over seas told him about how many goddesses they saw when they were stationed there. Once he made it to his office he’d gotten straight to work, the news of the visitor quickly left his mind, a few hours later there was a knock on his door and one of the last people he wanted to see entered.

“Mr. Shelby, nice day this morning isn’t it?”

He had that silly stupid smirk on his face that he absolutely loathed, he didn’t have time for any of his shit today.

“How may I help you Gregory?”

He could tell that he didn’t like the less formal greeting in return but decided to let it go, there were bigger things he could could argue with him over, less petty ones.

“Oh nothing in particular, just came by to ask if you heard about a certain visitor coming to our dear country”

“Yes, I heard, a Princess if I’m not mistaken”

“Princess YN, she’s second in line to the Delhanan throne and is...just too beautiful for her own good”

“I’m sure she’s a looker”

“She can make a blind man see and a dead one come back to life, if only I were a rich African so that I can have a chance with her”

“Don’t forget fifty years younger”

“That too, still the women in that family have their men in the palm of their hands, her cousin, Princess Iman, is married to a man who hand made the tiara that she wore on their wedding day, the jewels in it came from the mine that his family owns”

“That’s very interesting”

Greogry opened the newspaper that he had in his hand then tossed it over to him on his desk. Tommy looked at him for a moment before picking it up and looked at the page that he turned to.

“Princess YN?”

“No, that’s Iman”

“Princess wears three inch earrings, gold veil, scarlet skirt, red jacket”

“These people are sitting on a gold mine I’m telling you, and if this visit goes well the prime minister is confident that they’ll share their resources with us more often and ease up on all the rules and restrictions”

“Yeah, we’ll see, so everyone is going out of their way to impress her?”

“Well of course, she’s going to be a guest at Buckingham palace to have a dinner and she is to be staying at Fairweather Manor”

“Fairweather manor, only the best for Her royal Highness”

“Indeed...well, I’ll let you get back to work, and don’t forget, we have a meeting after lunch to discuss Delhanan customaries”

“Right”

Once he finally left Tommy put the paper down and leaned back into his seat, if she’s as beautiful and important as he says then he couldn’t wait to meet what the fuss was about.

———————-

“Your highness, what would you like for dinner? The usual I’m guessing.”

“Yes Abel the usual”

“Tsebhi with chapati coming right up”

He bows his head before closing your bedroom door, honestly you weren’t all that hungry, but you knew your mother would be less than pleased at you skipping a meal, you could feel her glare right now at even the thought of it, you stood up with a sigh and walked over to a portrait of one of your great great aunties, the painting looked as though it was staring into your soul, but it gave you some comfort, hopefully the feeling would last during your trip, if the English people were as unbearable as your Babu says then you would need all the blessings that was prayed over you before leaving.

“Keep me in your prayers dear Auntie, and bless you”

You curtsy to her portrait before going back to your dinning table.

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Blue Eyes Part 19

Summary: After the Garrison is shot up, the youngest Shelby daughter finds a new home in London. She strips herself of her last name and tries to live a peaceful life far away from her brothers’ chaos in Birmingham. But fate leads her right back into it after she runs into Alfie Solomons.

Part 19: Tea leaves don’t lie. 

Warnings: Miscarriage

       Niall Devlin was having quite a day. The Shelby brothers had been winding up the entire factory with an impromptu boxing match and they were still unaware of the revolution. The man blamed this on Tommy’s lack of listening. Not that Devlin thought it would matter whether they knew or not. It would just spare him so grief later on.

           Bonnie had displayed his fighting prowess much to the shock of the workers. There was still a lingering crowd, all buzzing with disbelief at what they’d just witnessed.

           That’s when the doors to the factory flew open and Mr. Devlin’s day got even hairier.

           Most of the works quieted when Alfie Solomons stormed across the floor. No one dared stand in his way because he looked beyond pissed.

           The Jewish man snapped his fingers at Niall, assuming he had at least some sort of power because he was better dressed than the others and holding a clipboard. “You. Where’s Tommy?” He demanded.

           Mr. Devlin looked rattled. “Erm, he’s upstairs in a meeting now.” He relayed.

           “Great.” Alfie began climbing the stairs, his cane falling heavily on the wood floor.

           “Well-wait, sir, I cannot have you interrupting Mr. Shelby.” Niall scurried after him. “It’s very important and-”

           Alfie stopped halfway on the stairs and looked at the assistant. His eyes teeming with rage from under the brim of his hat. “Mr. Shelby and I are family now. Family is very important, innit? S’pecially to him. Family comes first, therefore,” He put a hand over his heart. “I come first.” With that, he continued towards Tommy’s office.

           Mr. Devlin swallowed nervously and trailed after the man, ready for Tommy to chew him out for letting Alfie that far.

           Alfie banged on the door, rolling his eyes at the S initial embellished everywhere around him.

           “I’m busy!” Tommy yelled back.

           Frankly, it was laughable that anyone thought they could turn Alfie away. So he barged through the door.

           His brother-in-law, fuck that would take some getting used to, looked incredulous. A woman was sat across from him at his desk and looked a little annoyed, albeit confused by the intrusion.

           “Alfie, I’m in a meeting.”

           “Oh, that’s nice, mate. I don’t fucking care.” Alfie spat. “Love, if you could give us a minute, this is about family matters.” He addressed Jessie.

           The woman scoffed. It was difficult enough trying to secure the appointment with Tommy, she wasn’t about to let it be interrupted. “I think you could wait a minute.” She shot back. “And don’t call me that.”

           Alfie raised an eyebrow. “Tommy I didn’t think you associated with women who actually fucking stood up for themselves.”

           Jessie wasn’t impressed. “We have business to discuss. If you wouldn’t mind…”

           “To be honest, I don’t fucking care if you’ve got business.”

           Tommy removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes wearily. “Jessie, he won’t leave until I’ve spoken to him.” He informed her frankly. “It’ll only be a moment and we’ll resume talking.”

           Jessie frowned sourly but stood up to leave.

           “Thank you.” Alfie shut the door behind her. “Did Ella come here?” He demanded.

           “No. I haven’t seen her since this morning.” Tommy replied. It was exhausting going back and forth between business and family issues.

           “Did she ask you for anything?” Alfie remained standing, both hands placed over the top of his cane.

           “No.”

           “Nothing? You fucking sure ‘bout that?”

           Tommy placed his glasses back on and looked up at the man. “She spoke to me about unsettling dreams she was having.”

           “Right, mentioned the same thing to me. Now she wants you to give her dope so she won’t dream. Won’t fucking listen to me, right, when I tell her to stay away from that shit. Any reason why?”

           “Alfie-”

           “‘Cause her fucking brothers drink that shit like it’s fucking water!” Alfie shouted. “You’ve got her thinking it’s the answer to all her issues ‘cause you lot like to repress your fucking emotions!”

           Tommy took a deep breath. “I never told her it was okay.”

           “Oh right, mate, do as I say not as I fucking do.” Alfie rolled his eyes. “She is pregnant and if I find out that you or anyone in your family has given her drugs, I’m going to wrap you up in a nice little bow and hand-deliver you to Luca Changretta.

           The Blinder looked mildly amused. “Is that a threat, Alfie?”

           “Oh, you’re damn right it is, mate.” He snarled, his face clouding over. “Something about Birmingham, yeah, that makes you more violent. A pit of hell, innit? Guess that fucking explains why you’re the way you are, Thomas. But mark me fucking words, my wife and I are walking out of this place unharmed. Won’t have Birmingham fucking her over. Even if that means we have to walk over your dead body.”

           Tommy lit a cigarette. He’d grown used to Alfie’s colorful vocabulary a long time ago. Sure he knew that the London gangster was more than capable of keeping his vows, but Tommy had a feeling he wouldn’t do anything of the sort. “If she comes to me asking for anything I’ll turn her down.” He responded. “I’ll warn the others to do the same, I’ll pass along your message.”

           The other man had been expecting a little resistance. Tommy did love to argue with him. But it appeared they were on the same page this time around. “Good. Then we won’t have any issues.” Alfie retreated a little from the desk. “I’ll send her back in. Oh, and Tommy, try not to get this one pregnant, aye? Two children outta wedlock, well that’ll just tarnish that glowing reputation of yours won’t it?”

           “Alfie, kindly fuck off.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

           The soft nicker was all too familiar. It was the sweet sound that was like a melody to Ella. The warm greeting from a friendly horse, an old friend, even.

           Ella pushed through the fog on the moor. The rocky terrain unsteady under her bare feet. Her hair was long, almost to her waist, just as she used to keep it as a child. Polly and Ada would braid it for her to keep it out of her face, sometimes sticking wildflowers into the plaits. It made her feel like a Romani queen. Wild and one with the forest.

           Lilac’s sturdy frame came into view. The perfect specimen of an Irish cob. Built to pull and traverse through the toughest of environments. Her coat was a painting of God’s. Beautiful black and white patterns swatched over her form. Her mane was long but kept clean and untangled. The heavenly scent of her namesake wafted in the air. Dried lilacs falling from her wiry mane.

           The mare nickered again to her beloved Romani chavi. She bobbed her head as if nodding to coax the girl over.

           Ella smiled serenely and continued through the fog. When she grew closer, she saw the two foals that had been hidden by the thick fog. Both splattered with identical black and white patterns. They stood on shaky legs, staying close to Lilac.

           Then, they all began to walk away from her.

           Ella wanted to call out to them, to tell them to wait for her but she couldn’t speak. The air was trapped inside her chest. So she kept following the three horses, trying to run to catch up to them but stuck at a walking pace.

           Finally, one of the foals stopped and turned to look at her. Then, a haunting voice traveled over the moors.

           “Mumma?”

~~~~~~~~~~~

           Ella shot up in bed. Sweat plastered her hair to her face, her heart was beating relentlessly against her chest. Through the darkness, she let out a sob that startled Alfie, Cyril, and Anthea awake.

           “El?” Her husband grumbled and groped the sheets to try and find her. “Whasamatter?”

           Cyril whimpered and padded over to the bed, pressing his cold nose to Ella’s hand.

           “The babies...the twins. It’s them. Something’s wrong.” Ella’s voice quivered with fear as she rambled on.

           “What?” Alfie blinked blearily and reached for the bedside lamp. “Ella, what on Earth are you talking ‘bout?”

           “The foals. The foals...oh my God.” She cried and tucked her knees to her chest. “It’s the twins. Something’s going to happen.”

           Warm light flooded the room and Alfie reached out to her. “Ella, it was just a dream. I told you it’s nothing.”

           “It’s not nothing!” She threw the covers back and got out of bed.

           He didn’t want their argument from the previous day carry on into the next but they needed to get through it. “Ella, I’m listening to you. But you need to speak! I want to hear you! If you pull this Shelby nonsense of keeping everything inside ‘til you explode then what am I supposed to fucking do except damage control?”

           “These dreams mean something. Something bad is going to happen!”

           Alfie could’ve argued that bad things were already happening and had been since her brother was shot dead. But he decided being a smartass wasn’t the best course of action.

He rubbed the heel of his hand into his eyes and groaned. “Okay, so what’re you gonna do ‘bout it, love?”

           “I need to talk to Polly.” Ella grabbed Alfie’s discarded shirt off the floor and threw it on over her nightgown.

           “Hang on, you’re gonna go there now?” Alfie got up as well, disturbing Cyril and Anthea at the end of the bed. As he followed his wife, he spotted the time on the old clock in the hallway. “It’s past midnight, love, you can talk to her tomorrow morning.”

           “No, no, no, this is important.”

           “Ella.”

           “This is important.” She repeated again as if they were the only words she knew. “This is important.”

           Alfie reached out to stop her and pulled her into his arms. “It is important. It’s important, love. But we can wait a few more hours. If you don’t want to sleep then I’ll stay up with you until the morning.”

           Her knees went a little weak as she cried against his chest. “I don’t deserve you.”

           “Nonsense, don’t think like that.” He scolded softly and guided her back to the small bedroom. “Let’s just both calm down.” With care, he got her settled back into bed. “Take a deep breath and just try to forget ‘bout everything.”

           Ella was shaking with anxiety but stifled her quiet sobs and reached out to Alfie.

           “I’m here, I’m here.” He assured her and laid down, letting her cuddle close. Cyril rested his chin on Ella’s feet and Anthea scrambled to sit in her lap.

           She sniffled and pressed her lips to the pitbull’s head.

           “Take a breath.” Alfie soothed again. “Pretend we’re in Margate. Just pretend we’re far away from here.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

           “You look like you haven’t slept much.”

           Ella muttered a sarcastic reply under her breath but she was too tired to argue with anyone. After Alfie had managed to calm her down the night before, she didn’t fall back asleep.

           “What was that?” Polly raised an eyebrow.

           “I said can you read my leaves?” Her niece spoke up and chose not to repeat herself in the risk of losing Polly’s help.

           “Why? You know you’re pregnant and I’m glad you came to terms with it too, saves me a lot of arguing in the future.”

           She yawned and tugged a hand through her tangled curls. “Are you going to help me or not?”

           “Not with that attitude.” Polly retorted and refused to move from her spot by the kitchen table.

           “Please?”

           Her aunt moved to the stove while muttering something about Shelbys. Ella dozed off a little at the table while the water boiled. The sound of the kettle whistling woke her up.

           Polly poured the tea and handed her the pale yellow cup before sitting down near her.

           Growing up with Polly and the Lee girls, Ella had her leaves read many times before. Most were vague readings about fortune and misfortune. She’d become a little disillusioned with the practice in her later years. But the dreams of Lilac had reawakened the Traveler beliefs in her. There was a reason for the recurring dream and there was no use in ignoring it anymore.

           Her palms warmed against the porcelain surface. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, smelling the rich leaves.

           “Right, here.” Polly took the cup back leaving Ella in her semi-peaceful state. As her niece kept her eyes closed, she examined the patterns in the dark leaves.

           Something caught her eye and she felt her stomach twist in fear. Clearing her throat, Polly put the cup aside.

           The clink made Ella open her eyes again. “And?”

           “It says you’re in danger,” Polly admitted truthfully. “But that’s clearly because of the Italians.” That had to be it. Ella wasn’t in any more danger than the rest of them were.

           Ella wasn’t too alarmed by the reading. It seemed sound enough. Of course, they were in danger, that came with being a Shelby. Their family was cursed. “Did it say anything about the horses in my dreams?” She leaned over the table to try and see inside the cup even if she couldn’t decipher the pattern.

           “No, it’s just a dream.” Polly forced a comforting smile and touched her shoulder. “Go home with Alfie and rest. If the dreams come, welcome them. Ask what its purpose is. Perhaps you’ll get more answers if you stop fighting.”

           Ella swallowed and nodded. “Thanks, Pol.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

           Alfie was still waiting by Polly’s front door when Ella came out. He was pleased to see she was noticeably more at ease. The tension in her shoulders and worry in her eyes had diminished significantly. The man knew he would have to thank Polly later. “Feel bit better?” He offered his arm to her.

           “Yeah, think so.” She smiled lightly and let him escort her down the street. “I’m sorry about everything. I didn’t mean to scare you or make you angry.”

           “Love, relationships ain’t ever perfect, yeah? They’re work but it’s work that’s fucking worth it.”

           Instead of going home to rest, Ella wanted to walk around Small Heath for a bit with Alfie. The morning was bleak but that was standard for Birmingham. They talked softly, both happy to be back to the semi-normal they could have in Small Heath. They spoke about returning to Margate once it was safe again. It sounded like paradise. The promised land. A little beachside cottage with a newborn boy and girl on the way. A perfectly even family of six. Ella smiled at the idea of Cyril and Anthea meeting the children. How they would get to grow with the dogs and have a bond with them. It was the heaven that seemed so close.

           “Hang on, the strap on me shoe’s slipped.” Ella grimaced and leaned down to fix her heel. “Bloody things are giving me blisters.”

           Alfie was stopped a few feet away from her. “Well, take ‘em off then, I’ll carry them for you and we can head back.” He offered.

           “And get my stockings dirty?” She rolled her eyes and straightened up just as a car passed them on the uneven road.

           Neither noticed the window of the passenger side roll down. Nor did they see a gun being pointed out. “Per Angel e Vincente!” Someone shouted in Italian before three shots rang out.

           Alfie’s blood went cold when he saw the look on Ella’s face turn into shock. A hand went to her abdomen.

           “Alfie…”

         Instinct set in quickly. He drew his gun and turned to fire at the car that was already speeding off. His hand was shaking and he only managed to hit the side and a street lamp.

           “Alfie.”

           Her voice brought his attention back. Alfie pocketed his gun and rushed to her. Both hands clutched over her stomach. Blood was already starting to seep into the blue fabric of her dress.

           His hands were shaking. He’d seen countless wounds of all sorts. In France, he had to learn a little bit of trench first aids to keep his subordinates alive. He knew how to get a bullet out and wasn’t too shabby at stitching someone back up. But seeing his wife bleeding caused him to hurtle into such a state of panic that he couldn’t even see straight.

           “A-Alfie.” She began to cry. Her blue eyes rolling up to look at the sky above her.

           “Sh, sh, s’alright.” He had to force his brain and body to work. Pulling off his coat, he wrapped it around her torso, pulling at the sleeves to keep it snug. It was no proper tourniquet but it would have to do. “I’ve got you. It’ll be alright.” He bent down to pick her up.

           She inhaled sharply at the movement and wailed in pain.

           “I know love, I know.” Alfie’s heart was racing so fast. Closest ally. Polly. Polly was one street over. Closest ally, closest telephone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

           Polly was a bit more levelheaded than Alfie but that wasn’t saying much. The woman couldn’t take another loss so she was damn well sure her niece would survive.

           “Finn!” She shouted for the youngest Shelby. “Call an ambulance!” She rushed Alfie into the parlor and got Ella onto the couch. “Go to the kitchen, get as many towels as you can.” She ordered Alfie.

           “Polly…” Ella moaned. “Polly, the babies.”

           “Hush, chavi, you’re safe.” Her aunt soothed and opened Ella’s blouse so she could find the wound.

           Her breathing began to become shallower. Tears streamed down her face. “Polly, please. Please save them.” She pled helplessly.

           Alfie returned with the towels and passed them over to Polly one by one. He crouched by Ella’s head, holding her hand and trying to calm her down.

           She screamed when Polly attempted to soak up the blood and apply pressure. It wasn’t out of pain. It was agonizing grief and rage.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

           The ambulance arrived shortly after and whisked Ella to the hospital. While she was in surgery, Alfie waited outside in the hallway. It felt like he was slowly being crushed. He slid to the ground, his arms over his head. Ella’s screams echoed in his mind.

           He stayed there. Long enough for Tommy to pass by him and speak with the doctor. The man returned to stand across from Alfie. But he didn’t speak.

           Finally, the silence got to Alfie. He was terrified of the answers to the questions that he asked. “She okay?”

           “Yeah,” Tommy answered. “She’s sleeping now. Doctor says she’ll wake up in a bit.”

           He exhaled shakily. “The babies?”

           There was a pause. Tommy was afraid of unleashing Alfie’s wrath in the middle of the hospital but he had no choice. “They’re gone. She miscarried.”

           Alfie’s hands curled into fists over his head.

           “We formed a blockade. Stopped and searched every car. We found one with two men who had guns. Italians.”

           At the news, the Jewish gangster stood up with the strength of a hurricane. “Where are they?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

          Alfie once found himself thinking about death. For so long he’d become indifferent to the idea. But that was before he met Ella. Before he held another person’s heart. Before he realized he would take an infinite amount of bullets for her. It got him thinking about the death of his family. Something he’d long tried to cover up with the notion that he was stronger than grief. Too busy to properly mourn. And yet they were always there with him because he had yet to let them go. It was safe to say that he would never let them go even if he did acknowledge his grief.

            But death was inevitable, wasn’t it? What was the use in fighting something that was guaranteed to happen? All he could do was make the best of what he had now and worry about greeting death once he was finished.

            That was all well and good but it didn’t account for the fact that Ella would also die. Before or after he did, there was no way of knowing. But it caused him immense pain to consider she would go before he did. Then what would he do? What would he do if she were taken from him too soon?

            He’d once slogged through knee-deep mud in a trench with one of his wounded men on his back. He pushed through the pain to get him to safety and to a nurse. And that was a man he hardly even knew. If something happened to the woman he loved? He was sure he would rip the fabric of time.

            These men, these cowards had nearly taken his Ella from him. Even worse, they had ended the lives of his children. They would learn to hope for immediate death, but Alfie would keep them alive. He’d keep them alive for at least two torturous days. One for each child.

           The warehouse door made a loud bang when it was slammed closed. Alfie stepped inside and felt it was torturous to even walk.  He wanted to jump across the room and rip out the throats of the men who had killed his children.

           The two young men were tied up in chairs side by side. The fear in their eyes only grew when they saw Alfie stalking towards them.

           The epitome of rage. A man who had been brought to the edge and shoved off without warning. A sinner with nothing left to lose.

           “Who are they?” Alfie demanded, not glancing behind him to where Tommy was standing. “They Changrettas?”

           “No,” Tommy replied. “Just Italians from London looking for something to give them credibility.”

           “Fuck.” Alfie began to pace. He was too angry to stand still. “Not even fucking part of…” Unable to finish his sentence, he grabbed one of the men by the throat. “I’d love to hear your reasons, mate, yeah? Reasons for what you fucking did. ‘Cause I can think of two very good fucking reasons to squeeze your neck so hard your fucking eyeballs pop out.” He snarled.

           The man spluttered but couldn’t get any words past the grip around his neck. And the longer Alfie held him there, the more purple he turned.

           Finally, most likely seconds from choking the man out, Alfie released his hand.

           “What ‘bout you? Aye?” The gangster grabbed the second man by the hair and forced him to look him right in the eyes. “Any reasons? Make ‘em good to, ‘cause they might be the last fucking words you speak.”

           “L-Luca…”

           “Luca nothing.” Alfie backhanded him. “Luca ain’t your fucking boss, me colleague’s just told me. Luca didn’t shoot me wife in the street.”

           The man whimpered and held back a sob. “Please…”

           “Tommy, you gotta flask?” Alfie interrupted.

           The Blinder reached into his coat and handed it over.

           “Now it’s been years since I last drink, yeah, drank while I were in the war.” Alfie began to speak as if he had an audience. An audience of men headed right for the gallows. Dead men breathing. “Drank to forget ‘bout all the atrocities I came across. Now you lads look like your too fucking young to have even fought in the war. Don’t mean you haven’t seen your fill of violence, yeah. But I’ll tell you a story. Story ‘bout Italians.” He made a show of unscrewing the cap off the silver flask and pocketing it. “Italian like you, fucking pain in the arse, weren’t he? Kept calling me nasty names. Nasty weren’t they? Disrespecting me religion. The chosen people.” With a measure of grace, Alfie began pouring the gin over the two men. It wasn’t enough to drench them, but enough to douse their hair and clothes. When the flask was empty, he threw it to the side. The echo of the metal on the concrete echoed a few times. Alfie put his hands on his knees and bent down slightly to look the men in the eyes. “So I took a fucking nail and I drove it right through his brain. But I weren’t satisfied. Wanna know why?” He raised an eyebrow. “Why? Well, ‘cause he didn’t suffer. He died like that.” He snapped his fingers. “Woulda liked him to suffer a little. Yeah, some sufferings good. I get a headstart on the devil, don’t I?” Alfie straightened up and held a hand out to Tommy. “Your lighter, Tom?”

           The Blinder obliged without questioning.

           “Already know what flesh burning smells like.” Alfie flicked the lighter a few teasing times. The men were sweating and quietly pleading for mercy. “You two wanna find out?”

           “Please!” One of the men broke down in tears and struggled against his restraints.

           “You’d be so lucky.” Alfie snarled and returned the lighter to Tommy. “No, I’m gonna fucking tear you to shreds with me bare hands. You’ll stay alive, awake until I fucking let you die.”

           “We didn’t mean-”

           The words fell on deaf ears. “She were fucking pregnant!” Alfie’s voice rumbled through the room like thunder that was near enough to feel in the ground. You killed my children! Killed them ‘fore they were even born!” His face turned red and he heaved a few breaths before continuing on. “If they don’t get to live, then neither do you.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

           Alfie kept his word. The two assailants were kept clinging to life until forty-eight hours were up. Tommy didn’t leave. In fact, he participated for much of it. Alfie wasn’t the only angry one.

           Once the men stopped breathing, Alfie slumped into a chair. He was covered in blood. His white shirt soaked almost completely, his arms sticky and flecks of red spattered over his face.

           Tommy walked over with a towel. He’d gone to call a few people and wash up a bit. “Ella’s asking for you.” He said quietly.

           Alfie took the towel and weakly scrubbed at his arms. “Didn’t help, Tom.” He muttered.

           “I know. It never does.”

           He put his head in his hands. “Both of ‘em. Fucking hell, I could’ve lost all three of ‘em, mate.”

           “You didn’t though.” Tommy reminded him. “Ella’s going to be okay. You’ll both be okay.”

           To Tommy’s surprise, the man let out a strangled sob. “We were happy, Tom.” His voice shattered beyond repair. All the embellishments he used to convey confidence had fallen to the floor. All that was left was a man stripped to the bare bone. A man who lost a dream and nearly lost his source of joy. He laughed bitterly and wiped at his eyes. Blood streaking over his forehead. “She fought it at first but-but we were happy. Was gonna have the babies born at Margate. She wanted them to see the ocean. Not this fucking-fucking shithole.” His fist clenched but he dropped his hand after a moment. Too weak to fight anymore. “I shoulda taken her away. Brought her somewhere else. Overseas. Somewhere safe.”

           Tommy swallowed and felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. He’d promised his family they’d be kept safe. Now John was dead and his sister and cousin had both been shot.

           “What do you need from me, Tommy?” Alfie lifted his head. Tears welled up in his blue eyes. “Aye? What do you need from me to make sure those wops pay?”

           His brother-in-law took a deep breath. “I need this boxing match. And I need people to think Arthur was killed during it. I need you to take a job from Luca.”

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           Ella was turned on her side in the hospital cot. Her back faced the door.

           Alfie had scrubbed away all the blood. Patched himself up, wound gauze around the cuts on his hands. He walked into the room. The sun was filtering through the thick, glazed glass. Everything was white and hollow.

           A few bouquets had been left in Alfie’s absence. An outreach to try and comfort Ella even when most of them couldn’t fathom the loss.

           Polly was sat beside the cot, her hand steady on her niece’s shoulder. An anchor point to remind her the world was still spinning and she was still alive. But when Alfie entered, Polly stood and went to give the two privacy.

           But before she left, the older woman paused and touched Alfie’s arm. “This wasn’t your fault.” She said quietly.

           Alfie didn’t believe her and simply nodded. After Polly shut the door behind her, he approached the bed. Ella’s form hadn’t moved in response to his heavy footsteps against the clean floors.

           “Love.” He tested out the air between them.

           She didn’t react.

           He sat down with a sigh. “El, please…”

           “Do you know what it’s like to have your heart pulled out?” Her hoarse voice whispered.

           Alfie leaned forward so he could hear her. “Yeah, love.” He whispered. “Know how much it fucking hurt me but dunno how much you’re hurting. Can’t even imagine.”

           His wife pulled the thin sheet further over her shoulder. “I felt it. Just like that, they were gone. Both of them. Both of them, Alfie.” She shuddered a sob.

           “Ella, please.” Alfie’s chest tightened and he pressed his face to her shoulder. “Love, please look at me.” He begged.

           “They said I might never have kids again. Not after this. M’all fucked up.”

           “That’s not the problem right now. What matters is you’re okay.”

           She let out a bitter laugh. “Okay? I’ll never be fucking okay.” Tears streamed down her cheeks. “M’nothing anymore. They took everything from me. Everything...everything. Everything and everything.”

           “They didn’t take me away.” He asserted. “I’m still here and ain’t anyone taking me away from you.”

           “Everyone leaves.” She whispered as if she was only talking to herself and Alfie wasn’t there. “Eventually.”

           He wanted to shake her, pull her into his arms and never let go. But he knew she would push him off. “I ain’t going anywhere.” He asserted again. “Believe what you want, love, but I’m stitched to you. Stitched right to your side ‘n that’s that. That’s the end. I’m yours until the end.”

           Her eyes glazed over and she pressed a hand to her stomach. “They’re foals now.” She whispered. “With Lilac. They’re so beautiful. Called me mumma. Isn’t that so nice?” A tearful formed faintly on her pale lips.

           Alfie frowned. Something had turned as if she were taken over by something. Possessed. He stood up suddenly and went outside to where Polly was waiting anxiously. “What’re they giving her?” He demanded.

           Polly was chewing on her nails and gave him a strange look. “What are you on about?”

           “Drugs. What’re they giving her?”  

           “I-I’m not sure.”

           “Fucking-” He grabbed the nearest nurse by the arm. A startled petite blonde looked aghast at him. “What’re they giving me wife?” He jabbed a finger at the door.

           “Oh, I…” The nurse shook her head and gathered her thoughts. “Morphine, sir, for the pain.”

           “Fuck.” Alfie released her and pressed his hand to his eyes.

           “She’s in pain without it,” Polly replied in a warning tone. “It’s not bad unless they’re giving her too much.”

           Alfie’s jaw tensed. “Fine, but we need to keep an eye on her after she’s outta here. ‘Fraid she’s gonna get lost in it if we’re not careful.”

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Marriage preparatory course, Part 7

Arthur Shelby/OC - Arthur smut in this chapter.

Part 1: https://retschina.tumblr.com/post/180350967093/marriage-preparatory-course

Part 2: https://retschina.tumblr.com/post/180478570868/marriage-preparatory-course-part-2

Part 3: https://retschina.tumblr.com/post/180579115153/marriage-preparatory-course-part-3

Part 4: https://retschina.tumblr.com/post/180712699093/marriage-preparatory-course-part-4

Part 5: https://retschina.tumblr.com/post/180885625713/marriage-preparatory-course-part-5

Part 6: https://retschina.tumblr.com/post/180981534258/marriage-preparatory-course-part-6

“I don’t know what to do. You’ll have to tell me,” Maud said lowly between two of the hundreds of kisses they shared.

“I will,” he answered hoarsely. “What ... do you crave right now, darling? Is there something you want more than anything else?”

Arthur let go of her and took a step back. It had been so very hard to say something like this, he’d never asked anything similar before. He’d followed his instincts – and after Anna McRea he never had had a virgin. He’d always fucked women who knew what to do, what they wanted, what they liked. He wasn’t a man who talked more than necessary, not outside the bedroom, and least of all in the bedroom.

Maud’s gaze dropped to his chest and she nodded: “Could you ... take your shirt off? I want to feel more of your skin.”

“Sure,” he answered and got rid of waistcoat, shirt and undershirt. “Come here. Touch me.”

He made a summoning gesture and she came nearer, placed her hand on his chest, very careful, as if he could break into pieces.

“Freckles,” she whispered and caressed over his breastbone.

“Aye.” He nodded and noticed the contrast between her delicate fingers and his pale, freckled skin. Like Fine Bone China on a stained and cracked wax paper.

She bowed her head and let her forehead rest on his chest. He felt her breath on his skin, the heat radiating from her body. Red, hot, a storm of red hotness swelled up from his feet over his cock, his belly, his chest to his neck, the storm would reach his range of vision and all would be red and brutal and over.

Turn her around, take her from behind, fuck her like the animal you are, the pack is watching in the shadows.

“Arthur?” Maud whispered. “Are you alright?”

“Aye.” More a grunt than a decent answer.

He needed ... liquid. A drink. Or ... something sweet.

With one smooth movement he pushed Maud to the edge of the bed and lifted her skirt over her hips, fumbled with her underpants and sank on his knees in the moment he’d freed her pussy from all that annoying material.

“Arthur!” She gasped and tried to cover her sex with her hands.

He shook his head and lifted her legs, placed her thighs on his shoulders and grabbed her wrists, forced them away, pressed them on the mattress. He needed something sweet and her scent made his mouth water in anticipation. He parted her labia with his nose, inhaling deeply, and licked from her pussy to her clitoris. Her reaction made him smile widely – Maud moaned and her body tensed. He repeated the movement of his tongue and now his name slipped over her lips. Once more, faster, with more pressure and her hips rose, he felt her thighs on his shoulders moving.

“Lay still,” he whispered. “Just enjoy.”

She tasted fresh, sweet and a little bit like a good cup of Earl Grey, satisfying his thirst in an instant. He felt the red storm calming down, the red hotness backing down to his cock, where this feeling was welcomed and natural.

Carefully he sucked at her clit, nibbled at her labia, her wrists still held down by his hand. She moaned and winced and begged without knowing what to ask for. He let go of her left wrist and started to massage her perineum before he slipped one finger into her pussy. He fucked her slowly while he continued to feast on her clitoris. Her free hand found his head, her fingers made a mess with his hair, searching for hold, for more friction. She was close, very close, he was able to feel her pussy starting to pulse.

“Art ... Arthur, oh, oh, what ... oh, god, what are you ... doing, god, Arthur!”

He didn’t answer, he just smiled and sucked her clitoris in his mouth, hard and fast.

“ARTHUR!” She screamed, her body tensed and her pussy convulsed around his finger.

He went on and on and on, he prolonged her orgasm and sent her right in the next one after the first one faded. She sobbed and he felt her nails scratching over his scalp, a desperate attempt to find hold in this unexpected storm he’d sent her in, a storm that calmed is own troubled soul in equally unexpected ways. He stopped with any movement, stopped fucking her with his finger, stopped sucking at the little nub, stopped licking. He breathed deeply, in, hold, out. In, hold, out. He smelled her arousal, her sweat, he felt the damp skin of her thighs on his cheeks, he noticed that his mustache was soaked with her wetness, that her arousal dripped from his chin on his still clothed legs.

The room was silent, her breathing slowly going back to normal, he felt like the earth stopped moving and the time stood still too. The wolf pack had left and he was all alone with Maud.

She lay still, perfectly still, two minutes, three, then her legs started to tremble and he stood up, started to undress her. He kissed her while he fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, let her taste her own arousal. Once she was naked he cleared his throat: “I’m sorry, luv. I had to taste you, to ... I wasn’t able to wait any longer, because ...”

She shook her head and smiled, her hand caressed his cheek. Arthur felt for the condoms on the nightstand and took one out of the box.

“Wanna fuck you, luv. Guess you’re ready, aren’t you?”

She shrugged and whispered: “I don’t know. Am I?”

He nodded and rolled the condom over his throbbing cock, before he settled himself between her legs and spread them wide.

“It feels so ... obscene to lie like this,” she whispered and closed her eyes, obviously ashamed.

“Aye,” he answered and gave his cock a few lazy strokes, his eyes focused on the wetness that glistened between her slightly spread labia.

“Is there a word for ... for what you did to me?” She whispered.

“Why?” He asked with a grin. “So you can beg me to do it again?”

Maud blushed and nodded.

“You liked it,” he stated and bent over, nose to nose, his cock nudging at her entrance. “Aye, you did. I made you cum with my mouth, luv. Some men call it eating pussy. Usually you don’t start the consummation with eating pussy, but ... I had to, I needed to taste you.”

While talking, he slid slowly into her, less than in inch, until he felt the barrier. Her eyes got wide and her mouth dropped open. Suddenly he understood the men who were keen on deflowering virgins. The facial expression of a woman feeling a cock sliding in her for the first time was worth the work you’ve got to get her in a bed. Maud looked up at him and he watched her process of understanding with awe.

“Shhh,” he soothed, lifted his hips and broke the barrier, pressed himself balls deep into her body, her pussy clenching his cock like a iron fist. “It’ll be better in a minute, luv,” he soothed and added under his breath: “Fuck, Maud, your pussy’s so damn tight, fucking perfect.”

She swallowed hard and he caressed her cheek before he lifted her leg over his hip: “Breathe, will you? Remember how good it felt a few minutes ago, with my finger in your pussy? Gonna make you feel this again, this time with my cock. It’ll be even better, trust me, do you?”

“I do,” she whispered and he felt her relaxing a little bit.

“Good,” he answered and started to move, knowing that he would never ever fuck another woman.

Maud was his and he was hers.

He didn’t last extraordinary long. Long enough to give her pleasure, that he did, but not much longer. Right after she panted his name he’d spilled his seed into the condom and watched the wolf pack slowly back down into the shadows. He knew he’d never love another woman and the wolf pack accepted the choice of its leader. They would never dare to plague him while he was with his queen. She was his and she was safe. That easy. Arthur took a deep breath and bit gently in her shoulder, and with this gesture of marking the last wolves vanished.

Maud laughed lowly, not knowing that this invisible mark would make her life an easy one. But he knew and that was everything that counted.

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Santa Lucia - Ivar the Boneless

Hi 👋🏻can I have a tommy Shelby & an Ivar Ragnarsson imagine please! If it’s too much for u at least can I have one of them. I want it about Christmas 🎄 Thank you love 💕 Obsessed with your blog 😳. 

Santa Lucia - Ivar the Boneless |warning: mild smut|

You stood in the great hall, simply white shift hanging down to your ankles. It offered no indication of your body beneath it but Ivar was watching you as though he could see through the fabric. Your feet were bare and a wreath woven by some thralls sat atop your head. Your hair, usually braided, was loose around your shoulders and wax from the candles that sat burning atop the wreath had begun to drip and harden on strands of hair. You held a tray of bread and drink in your arms.

The winter months had set in and with it the tradition of the winter solstice. The eldest girl was meant to bring her family breakfast as she wore a wreath of candles and holly around her head. It was to honor the light and bless the families in the coming months. You had been chosen to carry out the tradition for the four sons of Ragnar and their mother, the queen. You had practiced the tradition in your own home for years but it was different when the people receiving the blessing were not your parents. Instead the four young men and Aslaug sat at the table, watching you as you walked toward them. It was Ivar who you couldn’t take your eyes off of though.  

He was turning this completely innocent tradition into something much more suggestive with the way he looked at you as you came upon the table. You offered each person food from the tray, leaving Ivar for last. Ubbe and Sigurd thanked you appropriately, as did Aslaug. The smile on Hvitserk’s face as you offered him food suggested that he was aware of the Ivar’s teasing. He glanced at his youngest brother and nodded his head to you subtly. Enough that the others didn’t notice but you did, feeling your skin heat at the look Ivar gave his brother.  

“Prince Ivar,” You bowed as you were meant to and his eyes flicked up to the candles, perfectly balanced on your head.  

“You’re very good at that.” He stated, voice low so no one else could hear.

“The gods would not look kindly on me if I were not. It would be a dishonor to you as well, as my prince.” You replied politely.  

The smirk that crossed Ivar’s face as he took the goblet of mead from your tray made the warmth in your face spread throughout your body. You suspected that Aslaug knew, and wouldn’t be surprised if that was why she asked that you perform this ritual, but for the last few weeks you had been spending your nights in Ivar’s room. Your elder sister had been quick to alternate between telling you that nothing would come of you warming the prince’s bed and asking if he was as Margarethe had said. She claimed that no prince would want to entertain the feelings of a farmer’s daughter, especially someone as ruthless and power hungry as Ivar.  

“Indeed it would.” Ivar finally agreed. His eyes glanced down at the gold torc around your neck and he resisted the urge to smile. He’d left it for you last night as a present, hoping that you would find it this morning when you awoke. 

When the ritual was finished you made your way back out of the great hall, quick to bundle in the furs you’d worn over your dress to walk there from your house. There was a heavy sheet of snow on everything and your bare feet ached as you hurried home, too excited for the rest of the day to worry with putting your shoes back on.  

That evening there would a feast in the hall but before then the celebrations were confined to households. Your family had travelled a days journey outside of Kattegat to spend the solstice with your mother’s sister but you had stayed back because of Aslaug’s request that you serve as Lucia girl for the morning. The fire was still lit in your house and you were quick to warm your feet at the edge of it. You took the wreath off your head, something you’d not taken the opportunity to do before walking home. You were going to blow out the candles when you heard a noise at the door and went over to open it.  

Ivar crawled through the door. His speed always surprised you, it was only moments ago that you’d gotten home and he had already made it here. This would no doubt look more suspicious, him coming to your house so quickly after the ritual. If anyone had seen him they would be sure to talk.  

“I do not know how you manage in this weather, it’s horrid out there and just the soles of my feet had to touch the frozen ground.” You mention, watching him working himself up onto the chair with your furs on it.  

“Am I meant to stay in bed all day in the winter months then?” Ivar asked, looking as if you had offended him.  

“Don’t try to make me feel sorry for you. I was only saying that it’s cold out.” You replied. You walked over to your bed, beginning to pull your nightdress off so that you could dress for the festivities tonight.  

“Come here.”

“I’m changing. In a moment.”  

“Come here before you change.” Ivar stated, waving you over to him.  

“What is it?” You were not so small and shy when it was just the two of you. Aslaug and his brothers made you nervous but without the audience you felt like you could be yourself with Ivar.  

“I’ve left you a present and you’ve not even thanked me for it.” He all but pouted as he met your eyes.

“Was this from you?” You asked, resting your hand on the torc around your neck, “I thought maybe Hvitserk had left it for me. Or Ubbe…it came with no note. No one laid claim to it.”

“Do not play with me. You know very well who it was from.” Ivar replied, reaching for your arm and pulling you toward him. “Now take a seat.” He motioned to the table in front of him.

“Ivar…”

“Sit. I’m pass due receiving my gift from you.”  

“I’m almost certain I already gave you this gift last night.” You replied, “multiple times.”  

“You are terrible at listening.” He swatted at your hip in an attempt to make you obey the request. The buckle of his brace stung your skin through the fabric of your dress and you jumped at the sensation.  

“I’m not giving you anything if you hit me.” You stated.  

“I would not hit you if you listened.” Ivar replied, though he pulled you closer and leaned forward to place a kiss over the spot he’d smacked.  

Satisfied, you gathered up your dress and sat on the table, legs falling open just enough to give him a glimpse. Ivar smiled, hands going to your knees and running his fingers over the soft skin of your thighs. His gaze flitted to the wreath, candles still blazing.  

“Ivar…” You warned again, this time for a completely different reason.  

“I want to see how good you are at honouring your prince. That shall be your gift to me.” He replied, his smile absolutely insidious.  

You lifted the wreath up and placed it on your head as you had earlier that morning. Ivar’s hands slid along the outsides of your thighs, fingers gripping your skin as he scooted you forward on the table. You sat just on the edge, feet balancing on the chair on either side of Ivar’s legs. He pushed your knees further apart and you gripped the table in order to keep your balance. He had not even touched you yet and already you feared tipping the wreath.  

A drop of wax fell onto your forehead and hardened almost instantly. You waited anxiously for what you knew was coming. For the moment, he busied himself with running his hands up and down your thighs, warming the cold skin and laying kisses over your knees. His used his upper body strength to shift the chair closer to you and then leaned forward, nipping your inner thigh.  

“I am not a meal Ivar.” You let go of the table to yank the short tail of his braid. 

“I am not certain of that.” He grinned, his blue eyes looking up at you eagerly.  

You let go of his hair and grabbed the table again as he moved forward. He buried his face between your thighs, tongue coming out to give a lick, as though he was experimenting with the taste. One hand stayed on your outer thigh, pressing into your skin to keep you in place while the other went between your legs to assist his mouth. He nuzzled your clit with his nose before moving his face up to nip at it gently with his teeth.

The sensation made you squirm a little, more wax falling onto your hair and face as the wreath moved on your head. You whimpered as he sucked on your clit. You felt his fingers just lower, teasing you as he dipped one in your vagina but quickly removed it. You clenched around nothing and moved one hand back to the tail of his braid, yanking hard enough to let him know you were reprimanding him.  

He smiled and gave your clit another nip in reply. He shifted again, tongue replacing his fingers as he explored. Ivar had a way of pleasuring you that made you feel like he both knew every inch of you and was discovering you for the first time. His tongue curled the same way his fingers might, tasting you as he dragged it along your inner walls. He licked up from your vagina to your clit, swirling around the bud as you let out another moan, shifting. His nails dug into your outer thigh to keep you still. Ivar slid his fingers back inside you, going all the way to his knuckles. He rested his forehead against your skin, angling his face so that he could watch his hand as he fucked you. Your hand still held his braid tight, yanking it every time his fingers curled inside you.  

As the pace of his fingers picked up he took another nip at your clit, sucking it harshly. He was never gentle. The sounds coming from your mouth sounded half like his name and picked up in volume. You tried to keep yourself steady when all you wanted was to lay back on the table to ease the ache going through your back at this position. You were so conscious of the wreath that everything Ivar did seemed to catch you off guard.  

Your hands flew to the wreath to keep it in place as you leaned forward, unable to stop the sudden forward jerk of your body as you came. Ivar stayed between your legs, fingers slowing until they stopped altogether but his mouth did not ease up, his tongue licking up every ounce of cum that he could find.

“I think you were wrong.” Ivar whispered, the movement of his lips against your skin as he spoke making you twitch slightly.  

You were still slumped over him, one hand on his shoulder while the other held the wreath steady. You wouldn’t remove it until he told you to. “How’s that?” You asked, voice shaky.  

“I feel as full as I do after any feast.” He replied. His hands held your waist as he moved you enough that he could sit back in the chair. He ran his fingers down your thighs to your knees, eyes still fixed between your thighs, as though he could go again.  

You gave no reply, instead grabbing one of his hands, lacing your fingers with his and squeezing gently. He nodded and you took the wreath off, laying it beside you and watching Ivar blow the candles out. They were just stubs now, nearly disappeared in the holly leaves.  

“There is wax on my face.” You finally said, aware of the hardened wax that dotted your cheeks and forehead.  

“You have never looked more beautiful. The gods are sure to bless you.” Ivar replied, the same devilish grin as before lighting his face as he kissed your knees once more.  

Santa Lucia is a legit Swedish Holiday that my family celebrates every year in the form of a festival at our church…its a really wonderful, family oriented, Christmas celebration that I’ve totally ruined with this imagine lol. 

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08/18/2018 DAB Transcript

Esther 1:1-3:15 , 1 Corinthians 11:17-34 , Psalms 35:17-28 , Proverbs 21:19-20

Today is the 18th day of August. Welcome to the Daily Audio Bible. I am Brian and it's great to be here with you as we close down another week. And even as we close down another week, we'll be opening a brand new book today.

Introduction to the book of Esther:

The book of Esther is a short little book, but it's a high drama story that's full of intrigue. Esther tells of a young Hebrew girl named Hadassah who was orphaned while in exile in Persia. And then she was taken in and raised as a daughter by her cousin Mordecai who was of the tribe of Benjamin. But they were in exile and exiled Hebrews often took on localized names. So, Hadassah was given the name Esther, which translates to mean star or morning star in Jewish tradition. From the scriptures we know that Esther was stunningly beautiful and she possessed a quiet character. And when King Ahasuerus, who is associated with Xerxes, sought to find a replacement for the banished Queen Vashti, Esther was chosen, although she kept the fact that she was Jewish a secret. And this proved very providential. Around the same time, a man named Haman rose to prominence before the king. And Haman was a descendant of King Agag of Amalec. So, the Hebrews and the Amalekites had been enemies dating all the way back to their origins, which would be Jacob and Esau. King Agag was executed by the prophet Samuel after King Saul defeated the Amalekites in battle. So, Haman’s hated of the Jews was personal. And it was reignited when Mordecai would not bow down before him in honor as the king’s highest official. And so Haman devised a plan to annihilate every Jew in the Persian empire. So, that's quite a backdrop for quite a dramatic story. On one side of the king was this beautiful Jewish queen Esther. On the other side was this high official Haman who intended to wipe all Jews from the earth. So, the book of Esther is the basis for the festival Purim for the Jewish people, which was established by Mordecai in the book of Esther. The story takes place during the same period of history that we've been reading about when we've read through Nehemiah and the previous books that describe the exile. We'll find many parallels in the book of Esther that we can apply to our lives. And God will always show up. The circumstance doesn't always dictate the outcome of things. And everyone has an important role to play because God brings people into the picture for specific times and specific missions to get major things done in his kingdom. This can be large as Queen Esther saving God's people from destruction or God sending you to rescue your next door neighbor. We're all here for such a time as this. And so, with that being said, let's dive into the book of Esther 1:1-3:15. And we're reading from the Good News Translation this week.

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Father, we thank You for Your word. We thank You for another week in Your word. And we thank You for all that You have spoken to us, all that You have shifted within us, all the seeds that have been planted in our lives that will yield a harvest. And we thank You for bringing us this far. All the way to the beautiful and redemptive story of Esther. We ask that Your Holy Spirit plant this in our lives and we thank You God. We love You and we worship You. And we pray these things in Jesus name. Amen.

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Community Prayer and Praise:

Good morning Daily Audio Bible. My name is Joy. This is my first time calling in and I’m so blessed by this ministry. I have been enjoying it on my walks and jogs every morning and I assure you that I have been praying and growing. This morning I’m calling in because I was encouraged to when I heard two other brothers from the prayer line call in who are in ministry as we are. And I felt led to go ahead and call in my first time to ask for prayer for my husband and I. We recently planted a church, our second, in Texas. And it’s been a four year journey and we decided to let go of this position because another phone call came in for a church in Missouri. And, so, we have been moving that direction, to take over a church in Missouri. However, we got a call the night before at 9 PM from that church, the night before we were to be celebrated the next Sunday morning to say goodbye to our church in Texas that that board has decided not to continue with us because we are foster parents who are having to go to court and be in trials to win our baby boy who we have had for 20 months in our home and we also have his sister and she is adopted. This trial has been going on since the end of January. It is now August. No one has ever seen a trial go this long and every time we go to court there seems to be a reschedule and with no end in sight. And so we lost this church and…this is the church in Missouri as well. All was…

Hi. My name is Shika from Los Angeles and I just started listening. __ start from January and I just hit February and I’ve fallen in love with the community and all I can think of is how I really wish I had a community like this. But I’m calling because I really need prayer. I’ve been married for four years. I’ve known him for nine years. He’s traditional, like, he’s Indian family. And I __ from Jamaica. And his parents have just made my life hell. And I thought it was just his past, like, they call me the N word, they call me __. And I’ve put up with this cause I thought…well…they don’t know better. My __ family, they don’t know Jesus but he’s been the problem too. He just came down and __ hateful person. And then when I was pregnant he was really verbally and emotionally abusive. He would like scream at me. And right when I had my son he __ didn’t want anything to do with him. And he was just terrible. He just….he was just so caught up on status and show. That there was spite for him. And, I’d said, you know, we needed a good environment __, and we need to be separated. __ that I have to fight him tooth and nail. __. I spoke to a lawyer and he said that he would get custody. __. And if he was as manipulative as I say then I won’t fare well. So, I don’t know what to do. I tried everything. I’ve tried counseling. Maybe my message is too long. I’ve tried counseling multiple times. __ I’ve tried everything I could with him. But he still is always blaming me and putting me down and I don’t know how to get out of this and I don’t know how to get strong enough to __ life time because he’s only twenty two months and __ custody...and…

Hi DAB family. This is Shelby. Forgive me for reading this but I don’t want to ramble. I’ve been listening for six years and finally got the courage to call today. I pray along with you all and look forward to hearing your familiar voices most every day. I’m asking you all to pray with me in finding the house that the Lord would have me have because I am a single changing aging woman and desperately need to downsize to something I can manage. I can’t afford to move unless I sell my house and I feel trapped in it. I’ve been down in the dumps over my living situation for years and I’m stepping out of faith, asking the Lord to provide the house of his choosing. I already feel the Lord’s hand in this because I found a home that I think will work and a couple is coming to look at my house on Saturday. I haven’t even listed it in the house and found wasn’t listed. Please pray that if it’s the Lord’s will, and that’s the important part, the couple will buy it and I will be able to get the other house. Timing is critical. I need prayer for wisdom, discernment, and courage to handle the negotiation and all of the for sale by owner transactions. I confess, I’m afraid. I also need strength to finish cleaning and decluttering before they see the house on Saturday, August 18th. Thank you family, Brian, and Jill for your prayers and all that you do. Listening to the Bible through the DAB all these years has changed my life and by relationship with the Lord. I recommend it to everyone I talk to. I hope to come back soon with a praise report. God bless you all. Bye-bye.

Hi family this is Prophetic Intercessor from North Carolina calling just to say shed prayer for those who feel that their dreams have been deferred for so long. And I have been so heavy the last two days. And my brother and my mother prayed for me just a few hours ago and I felt such a weight lift and I wanted to pass that forward because I know what it is to feel heavy and I know what it is to have a dream that’s deferred that makes your heartsick. But the other part of the verse in proverbs says that when the dream is fulfilled it is like a tree of light. So, I’m just calling to pray for those who find themselves with sickened hearts because there’s s some dreams and desires you’ve laid before God that you haven’t seen manifested yet. And I want to speak light over your life and I want to encourage you to stay on the course because God is not a man that He should rise but every word that He spoke He is well able to bring it to pass and I pray that God send a fresh wind into your life today to breathe upon every dry dream, to breathe upon every dry bone, that a new wind will come to every valley that you’re walking in until flesh comes back upon your bones and until you are reinvigorated. I pray in the name of Jesus that He would invigorate your heart today with peace, with joy, with hope, and with strength. That you will not stagger at the promise, but that you would hold fast, and that God would release eagles wings so that you do not faint, hallelujah, and that you do not fall moments before you cross over the finish line because the enemy’s tactic is to wear us out before we lay hold of the promise. But I rebuke every satanic plot that gets you to give up moments before the promise is realized in your life. And I join forces with you as a prophetic intercessor and I stand in the gap with you that your heart will no longer be sick because your dream is coming to be fulfilled. Be blessed. And I…

[catsafarithewriter]

Secret Santa: What Happens in the Cat Kingdom...

So, not so secret since Shelby is the one who got me going down this route, but, uh, Merry Christmas @tcrmommabear, and here is your Christmas present, which involves the Lost Ladies, the Bureau, and the ensuing chaos. (A bit of light-hearted humour for once!)

Haru hadn’t been sure what to expect upon meeting Baron’s sister.

Of course she figured that, being made alongside Baron, she would likely share a little of his... dramatic tendencies.

She didn’t disappoint.

Baroness Louise von Gikkingen was a tall, white-furred feline dressed in a long dusty-pink double-breasted jacket that swept all the way down to the hem of her green dress, compete with a matching cravat and parasol. Neat white gloves bore resemblance to Baron’s, and discreet lace lined both her dress and parasol. All in all, the whole attire was wholly impractical for anyone who dubbed themselves adventurers.

A little like Baron’s suit.

She didn’t come alone either; she was accompanied by a long-furred cat with white-and-tortoiseshell markings, not much taller but with more strength to her build. This was Persephone. Persephone was wearing a slightly more practical, but no less stylish, coat that looked suspiciously like a pirate’s coat. The tricorne hat and twin swords didn’t help matters much.

Louise was also not expected for another week.

Baron’s sister grinned at them, a grin that said the owner knew exactly what she was doing. “Baron. It’s been far too long. You’ve made quite the name for yourself, so I’ve heard.”

“As have you, it seems,” Baron replied. “How many of the stories are true?”

“All of them,” Louise promised, “except the boring ones.”

The twin Creations paused, considering the other, and then Louise swept Baron into a hug that looked like it could break bones. “Stop being so proper and hug your sister, dammit.”

“It’s good to see you too, Louise,” Baron managed. “May I introduce the Cat Bureau—?”

Louise released him. “But of course,” she said, bowing in a manner that was notably similar to Baron’s style. “Introduce away.”

Baron reclaimed what dignity he retained by returning to the kettle to distribute tea. He motioned to each Bureau member as he spoke. “Louise, this is Toto—“

“A pleasure.”

“—another Creation who helped me establish the Cat Bureau, and this is Muta—“

“Heya.”

“—who has been with the Bureau for nearly fifteen years now, and this is Haru—“

“Hi.”

“—a former client who has recently become part of the Bureau and,” there was only the slightest pause before he finished with, “a good friend,” but there was a knowing grin already on Louise’s face.

Louise bowed again, but this time in a movement that seemed far more natural, and motioned to her plus one with, “Baron, Bureau... Baron’s girlfriend—“

“Oh, I’m not—“ “We’re not—“ Haru and Baron protested.

“—may I present,” Louise continued, “the great and magnanimous once-Cat Queen and my ex-girlfriend, Persephone.”

The cat in the pirate coat rolled her eyes. “I wish you’d stop introducing me like that.” She looked to the Bureau with an apologetic smile. “I’m her wife. Of seventeen years, may I add,” she said pointedly to Louise.

“You’re Lune’s mother?” Haru asked.

Persephone perked up. “You know my son?”

“I... may have saved his life. And his wife’s. And almost been married off to both him and his father. And now be godmother to his kittens.” Haru smiled weakly. “Um, hi.”

“No way.” Louise turned to Baron. “You’re dating the hero of the Cat Kingdom??”

“Louise, we’re not—“

“I’m a hero?” Haru interrupted.

“Sure you are. Come on; you saved both the current Cat monarchs and caused the then-Cat King to abdicate? You’re a legend!”

Baron coughed tactfully at this point. “Of course, I suppose the stories also tell of a dashing cat who also helped...?”

“Oh, of course.” Louise turned to Muta. “Is it true you threatened to eat the entire castle?”

Haru watched as Baron took an aggressively large sip of tea, fascinated. She had never seen Baron so riled, and with so few words to boot.

“So, you’re the human who saved my Lune?” Persephone joined Haru, leaning against the sofa arm. “I suppose a thank you is in order then.”

“Oh, there’s no need,” Haru said quickly. Her mind jumped to the last time a cat had been in her debt. “Really. No need. At all.”

Persephone looked at her strangely, and Haru realised she was being Odd. Then the ex-Queen laughed — and it was a loud, abrupt laugh — and said, “Fair enough.”

“Is Louise usually so...”

“Not to quite this degree,” Persephone replied. She watched the Creations’ interactions with obvious amusement. “I think it’s a bit of sibling rivalry.”

“But Baron would never stoop so low—“

“I’ll have you know, I saved a princess from an unwanted marriage!” Baron’s tea was slammed down on the table, killing off whatever Haru had been about to say.”

Words failed Haru. “When...?”

“That’s you, Chicky,” Muta whispered. He was grinning from ear to ear.

“Oh, sure,” Louise replied airily. “I mean, kudos to you. You saved an almost-princess from an unwanted marriage. I just eloped with the Queen.”

“I can’t help feeling that you’re being a little sarcastic.”

“Me? Sarcastic? Never.”

“You know,” Haru said, “I always imagined that Baron’s sister would be as...”

“Emotionally constipated?” Muta offered.

“I was going to say as reserved as Baron, but that works too.”

In the time that Louise had been visiting, she had regaled then with countless stories, and Haru — given Baron’s own track record for the dramatic — would have believed them. All except for the wedding stories. She had told six conflicting versions so far of her and Persephone’s wedding, and each one getting progressively more outlandish.

“Accidental. As it turns out, you should probably research a world’s nuptial customs before visiting.”

“Online wedding. So, not a great service, but the reception was amazing.”

“We posed as pets for a year and our owners married us.”

“We disguised ourselves in the Cat Kingdom and got Natori to officiate it.”

“We never actually married; we just call each other wife.”

Haru rejoined Persephone, who was watching the precedings on the sidelines with a far too knowing look. “How many stories does she have?” Haru asked.

“Well, let’s simply say that if we wait for her to run out, we’ll be here for a while.” The cat took a long sip from her cup. “I hope your homeboy has a lot of tea stocked up.”

“Enough to sink a battleship,” Haru said. “So... what’s the real story? How did the wedding go?”

“Oh, there’s no story.”

Haru considered Louise’s behaviour so far, coupled with the fact that she was created alongside Baron. “I… find that hard to believe.”

“No. I mean there’s literally no story.” Persephone finished her tea and eyed the remaining sludge at the bottom of her cup. Then she grinned at Haru. “We don’t remember.”

“I... what?”

Louise snapped her head up, ending whatever remark she had been about to fire back at Baron. “Sephie...”

“Louise, they have to know sometime.”

“Yes. Next century. Let’s book it in the calendar and forget about it until then.”

“Louise...”

“Is that the time? Let’s go, Sephie; I think we have a party to crash in the Reptile Kingdom somewhere...”

Persephone gently grabbed Louise’s arm as the white cat started for the door, and steered her back to the group, strong-arming the parasol out of her grip and returning it to the coat-rack. “Louise, I think your family might want to know why they weren’t invited to the wedding, don’t you?”

Louise sagged and then sank down into the sofa, dramatically graceful even in defeat. “Fine. We don’t remember because we were blindingly, fantastically drunk that day. Happy?”

The Bureau exchanged glances, but Haru was the one to eventually raise a hand. “I have a few questions...”

Persephone leant down and kissed Louise’s head. “I’ll explain.”

“Fine.” Louise pulled her down to the sofa. “But sit while you’re talking.”

“Why? Are you missing me already?”

“Of course. But also together we look smoking hot and who are we to deny everyone that?”

Persephone laughed, throwing her head back and then leaning against Louise. “As you wish.” She looked to the waiting Bureau with a smirk as slanted as her pirate hat. “So, I believe the Human World has a place called Las Vegas...”

“Oh.” Suddenly Haru could see where this was going. “And the Cat Kingdom…?”

“Has Catmas.”

“Catmas? Like… cat-Christmas?”

“No, Chicky,” Muta said. “It’s literally called cat-mess ‘cause all the cats are in a mess the next day.”

Haru made a face at Muta. “I’m really struggling to tell whether you’re having me on because that’s just the way you talk but also it sounds like something the Cat Kingdom would actually do.”

“Oh, it’s legit,” Persephone said. “Plus, the Cat Kingdom has always been fond of its puns. So: Catmas. A festive held around the same time as your Christmas, involving much celebration and eating and catnip wine.”

“So much catnip wine,” Muta added, a tad wistfully.

“You always gave the impression you couldn’t stand the Cat Kingdom,” Baron remarked.

“Make decent catnip wine, and then we’ll talk.”

“Regardless, on Catmas, it’s not uncommon for couples to marry, provided they have the wedding rings and... not much else,” Persephone said. “You don’t even need an official cat to, well, officiate it. You just grab the nearest cat, sign the paperwork, and bamm. Married. We... wouldn’t have been the first couple to marry while under the influence of catnip wine.”

“What a night to have forgotten,” Louise sighed.

“So, simply put, that’s what happened. Like I said, there’s not a story.”

There was a pause as their audience digested this, and then Haru said, “Okay, so I might not know much about cat weddings, however close I got to one myself, but surely, if there are records, then there might be records of who officiated the wedding too? Perhaps they might be able to tell you how it happened?”

“She has a point,” Toto said. “I doubt anycat would forget marrying off their Queen.”

“Unless they were stinkin’ drunk too.”

Haru batted Muta. “That’s not helpful. Baron? What do you think?”

“I think that the current Cat King and Queen might just allow us to peruse their records if we ask nicely.”

After the Cat Kingdom adventure, Haru had assumed she would never meet Natori again.However, it turned out that only the ex-Cat King’s advisor had any idea how to navigate the old archives or the impractical dating system of the Kingdom.

“And why exactly do you wish to check the marriage records?” the old cat asked. Haru wasn’t sure Natori was ever enthusiastic about much, but he seemed particularly tired to be called out of retirement for something as trite as marriage records. Even the reappearance of the long-lost once-Cat Queen only caused a raised eyebrow. It seemed Natori was really doing his best to live a quiet life after everything.

“It’s for a case of utmost importance,” Baron said, and if there was a crack in his voice at the outrageous lie, Haru didn’t catch it. “We’re looking for a wedding that took place on Catmas, seventeen years ago.”

Natori made a face and started down the aisle of records. “You’ll have a job picking one out from the masses then. Seventeen years ago... that would have been the Year of the Lake Thief.”

Muta guffawed. “Guess what I was doing that Catmas.”

Natori spared a withering look to Muta and then pulled a heavy tome off a shelf. “Which names is it?”

Baron smoothly retrieved the book from the old advisor. “We’ll take it from here. Thank you, Natori.”

“Just don’t go making a mess. This room has a very strict system.”

“Yeah. Of nonsense,” Muta muttered. He grinned pointedly when he earned a final glare, and then dropped the smile when Natori left.

“Was the lake incident really on Catmas?” Haru asked quietly while the others flipped through the records.

Muta snorted. “Lots of things seem like a good idea on Catmas. Can’t remember much of that night. Unfortunately, a lot of other cats did.”

“And thus, Renaldo Moon, the legendary cat criminal, was born.”

“Hey, here it is!” Everyone crowded round Louise as she singled out a line. “On the Catmas of the Year of the Lake Thief, Her Majesty, the Great Cat Queen Persephone, the Just--”

“I didn’t write that title,” Persephone muttered. She leant over Louise’s shoulder and continued with, “--wedded Baroness Louise von Gikkingen--”

“--the Dauntless,” Louise added.

“How about the Reckless?” Baron offered.

“Try the Rude. I’m trying to read this. Wedded Baroness Louise von Gikkingen, which was officiated by... Renaldo Moon.”

There was a long, long silence. All eyes turned to Muta, who had paused, mid-bite of a fishcake he’d stolen from the Bureau before leaving. “Huh,” he eventually said, and swallowed his mouthful. “I really was busy that Catmas.”

Baron pinched the bridge of his nose and, very slowly and painfully calmly, said, “Muta. Why didn’t you ever tell me that you married my sister to the long-lost Cat Queen?”

“There was a lot of catnip wine drunk that year and I honestly don’t remember much of it.” He smirked. “Sounds like I had a blast though.”

“So, the good news?” Haru said. “We have the cat in question already here. The bad news: He remembers precisely zero about it too.”

Persephone flipped the book shut and returned it to its shelf. “Well, it was always a long shot, but at least we tried, Louise. Louise?” She turned to see her wife staring morosely at the wall of records. “Hey, Lou?”

Louise ignored Persephone and instead side-eyed Baron. “Oh, don’t give me that look, Baron.”

“What look?”

“The ‘my sister has just done something stupid’ look. At least I had the guts to propose, even if it is on a drunken Catmas night.”

“And what does that mean, Louise?”

“Oh, I don’t know; how about you ask your lovely lady client who you are obviously smitten with?”

Persephone froze, mid-way in trying to stop the ensuing argument, and at that point, backed away. “Nope. You’re on your own now, darling.”

“Louise,” Baron said, very very calmly, “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t drag Haru into this--”

“No, no,” Haru said. “Haru doesn’t mind being dragged into this. She has a point there.”

“Haru, please--”

“If you’re going to call out Louise for her choices, I think she’s allowed to fire back a few points about your love life.”

“Haru--”

“You jumped off a flipping building the first time I confessed how I felt.”

“That... I’m not... I wasn’t trying to... call out Louise’s choices. I was simply...”

“Judging,” Louise finished.

Baron sighed and then smiled at his twin. “Louise, after all the years we’ve known one another, do you think I’m going to judge you at all for getting drunk--”

“So very, very drunk,” Louise supplied.

“--and marrying the cat you fell in love with?”

“I think you’re a little surprised.”

“Granted. Yes, I am surprised. And yet, not as surprised as I thought I’d be. You have got a track record of jumping before you look--”

“Hark who’s talking,” Haru murmured.

“--but since when have you cared what the rest of the world thought?” he finished.

“It’s not that. It’s simply that...” and here Louise hesitated. She glanced away and met Persephone’s eyes. “I didn’t want anyone to think it was a rash, spur-of-the-moment, drunken decision. I mean, yes, I was drunk, but I had the rings, I was going to propose - I had it all worked out, it wasn’t meant to go like that--”

Persephone laughed, that same laugh that rang round the room, and brought Louise into an embrace. “You idiot,” she sighed softly. “Do you think I would ever have stuck around for so long if this wasn’t love? Adventures and fun aside, it’s being together that matters most. That’s the biggest adventure of all.” She paused, and then added, “But I do really like our regular adventures too.”

Louise laughed back, albeit a little weaker. “Duly noted.”

“So, is everythin’ sorted?” Muta finished the last crumbs of the fishcake. “We all good? Cause I couldn’t help noticing a buffet when we came in...”

“I think we’re good.”

“Does your sister always cause so much chaos whenever she visits?” Haru asked. She waved off the couple from the Bureau doorway. It had only been a few hours, but she already felt knackered.

Baron watched them leave with a feline grin that looked uncannily reminiscent of Louise’s mischievous smile. “Always.”

“Oh, okay.” Louise and Persephone vanished through the portal, and Haru looked to Baron. “Also, your sister is right. We need to talk about us.”

[storytellerofuntoldlegends]

an icarus and his sun: chapter 5

A/N: it's formal ball time :) where nothing will go wrong :) (also this morning i saw a tweet from scott smajor casually mentioning he looked at the empires smp tag on tumblr AND mentioning something about liking the "art and stories." so i've been dealing with the mortifying possibility of being known all morning, hope y'all are having a good day/night/whenever aksfdgkl)

Warnings: kissing, explosions, betrayal, violence, swordfights, mild disassociation 

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The night of the House Blossom Ball had arrived. Jimmy had to admit, getting Lizzie’s help with an outfit was a good idea. He wore a black suit with intricate, swirling bronze details that shimmered when the light hit them. He had a dark green bowtie as a nod to his empire, and he had indeed ditched the cod head. Instead, he wore a bronze colored masquerade mask that looked like two cod fish curling around his eyes, their fins spreading out and covering his forehead. It felt weird to have his hair exposed, but Lizzie helped him make sure it was presentable. Speaking of Lizzie, she was wearing a dress with the typical navy blue color of the Ocean Empire, but it had an ombre shift into the magenta of Mezalea at the end of the skirt. Joel wore his typical Mezalean garb, but with a navy blue sash instead of a green one. They walked into the ballroom as quite the dazzling trio- and then Jimmy’s heart just about stopped at the sight of Scott.

He was chatting with Pixl and one of the new rulers, a man with colorful wings like a parrot’s. But Jimmy was too busy staring at Scott to really pay attention to Pix and the other ruler, because Scott was wearing a ballgown. The main body of it was long sleeved and form fitting, made of white lace with shimmers of gold worked in, and was backless to allow room for his wings. Then there was a light blue overskirt to go with it, making the dress look like a full ballgown. Gold jewelry adorned him as well- on his wrists, around his neck, and hanging from his ears.

“Close your mouth, Jimmy,” Joel murmured with a teasing lilt. Jimmy snapped his mouth shut, looking down at the ground and extremely relieved that his masquerade mask covered the blush on his cheeks.

“How about we go and mingle with the other guests, I think Jimmy needs a minute to compose himself,” Lizzie teased. Jimmy nodded, too flustered to even protest. The three of them walked over to Katherine, who was chatting with Gem, Pearl, and a gnome girl in a dress that reminded Jimmy of a mushroom, with its red poofy top and white floor length skirt. The girl jumped a bit at the sight of Jimmy and Lizzie, but quickly composed herself.

“Hello! I am Shrub of the Undergrove. You may call me Shelby if you like though,” she said, seeming a little skittish as she spoke. Lizzie smiled gently, giving a curtsy. Joel and Jimmy quickly followed her lead, bowing at Shelby.

“Ocean’s blessings. I am Queen Lizzie, of the Ocean Empire. This is my husband, King Joel of Mezalea. And this is my dear friend, the Codfather of the Cod Empire,” Lizzie said, gesturing to each of them in turn.

“You can call me Jimmy though, if you want,” he added with a smile. Shelby jumped a bit when he spoke, but nodded and gave a hasty curtsy. Joel looked at her with gentle concern.

“Is everything alright?” he asked. Shelby nodded, a bit too hastily.

“Yes! Just not uh. Not super used to this many people,” she said with a nervous laugh, eyeing Lizzie and Jimmy warily. Joel frowned a bit at the way she was looking at them, but didn’t say anything.

“Jimmy, you aren’t making an enemy of our new friend already, are you?” Fwhip’s voice asked from somewhere behind them. Jimmy whirled around to glare at Fwhip, and of course Sausage was at his side.

“I’m just saying hello, Fwhip. Surely that’s allowed,” Jimmy huffed.

“Sure, that’s how it always starts though- next thing you know he’s stealing your things,” Sausage chimed in. Shelby looked rather alarmed, and Jimmy let out a frustrated sigh.

“For the millionth time, you had said that I could-”

“Oh listen, the music’s starting! Let’s dance!” Katherine interrupted him, and the whole ballroom seemed to let out a collective sigh of relief as people found their dance partners. Jimmy fully intended to step to the side and watch as the others danced, but then he met the mischievous glint in Lizzie’s eyes.

“Joel, is it alright if I go dance with Scott? I simply must compliment his dress,” Lizzie said airily. Joel smiled, just as wickedly as the glint in his wife’s eyes.

“As long as you don’t mind if I dance with the Codfather for a bit,” Joel replied.

“Of course!” Lizzie chirped, before heading off towards Scott. Jimmy squinted at Joel suspiciously as he led him to the dance floor. It wasn’t the first time the two of them had danced together, Joel had insisted that Jimmy practice with him before his wedding day. But it had frankly been a while, and he didn’t like the look he and Lizzie had exchanged before she went to dance with Scott.

“What are you up to?” Jimmy asked as he rested his hand on the small of Joel’s back, and Joel rested his hand on Jimmy’s shoulder. Their other hands were clasped together, and the two of them began gently swaying.

“Oh, nothing,” Joel replied, and that was all Jimmy could get out of him as they danced. They slowly made their way across the ballroom floor, and soon they were close to where Lizzie and Scott were dancing. And gosh were they a sight, all swirling skirts and elegance. Jimmy could tell Joel was just as distracted by Lizzie as Jimmy was by Scott. Then Lizzie noticed them staring, and she and Scott twirled closer.

“Jimmy! Let’s trade partners, I’d like to dance with my husband now!” Lizzie chimed, and before Jimmy could process what exactly that meant, he was spun into Scott’s arms. They were almost as close as they had been the day they fought- and there were those butterflies again. He didn’t know what to do with his hands- there was the issue of Scott’s wings and the fact that his dress exposed a lot of the skin on his back. But there wouldn’t be a point to worrying about that, Scott would surely push him away- but then Scott chuckled and took Jimmy’s hands in his, guiding them to where they should be.

“Here,” he said softly, placing one of Jimmy’s hands on his shoulder while his fingers laced with the other, then moved his free hand to rest on Jimmy’s back and pull him impossibly closer. Jimmy swallowed nervously, glancing over at Lizzie and Joel (who nodded encouragingly) before looking back to Scott.

“You look gorgeous,” Jimmy blurted as the two of them began to sway. Jimmy internally cursed himself for saying the first thing that popped into his head- but then Scott’s face flushed and it suddenly all felt worth it.

“Thank you. You clean up pretty well yourself,” he teased. Jimmy laughed.

“Lizzie helped,” he admitted. Scott laughed as well, the sound all sunshine and glittering gold.

“Should’ve known,” he replied, seeming distracted for a moment. Jimmy wanted to ask what was wrong, but Scott plastered on a smile and gently spun the two of them. Jimmy couldn’t help but smile along, heart soaring.

They continued dancing until the song ended, and then Scott was just… gone. He had twirled Jimmy and when he had finally managed to stop spinning and catch his balance, laughing and about to make a teasing remark about Scott making him dizzy- he realized he had vanished into the crowd. It felt like Scott had taken a bit of Jimmy’s heart with him. Jimmy looked around for him, and met Katherine’s concerned gaze instead. She gave a comforting smile as she walked over to Jimmy.

“I saw Scott go upstairs, I think he just needed some fresh air after dancing. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind some company,” she said with a wink, nudging Jimmy towards the stairs. He chuckled, thanking Katherine before heading up the stairs. She was right, there was no need to be worried! Jimmy just kinda wished Scott would have said something.

Jimmy’s breath was once again taken away when he saw Scott standing on the balcony. If Jimmy thought he was beautiful in the sunlight, he was even more stunning in the moonlight. The white of his wings practically glowed, and while the gold didn’t shimmer quite as bright as it did in the sun, it still sent Jimmy’s heart fluttering all the same. The only thing that ruined the image was how… distressed Scott looked. His hands were fiddling with the gold bracelets he wore, and his mouth was fixed in a frown. Maybe he needed some space, clearly something about the dance upset him- he probably hadn’t really wanted to dance with Jimmy, and just played along cause everyone was watching. Jimmy should definitely apologize before giving him some space.

“Scott? I promise I’ll leave you alone after this, but I just wanted to apologize,” Jimmy said, trying not to let his heartbreak show. Scott jumped in surprise, turning to look at Jimmy.

“Apologize? For what?” he asked, seeming genuinely confused.

“The dance. Joel and Lizzie schemed against my will, I just wanted to say I’m sorry,” Jimmy explained, guilt welling up in his stomach. To his surprise, Scott gave a soft laugh.

“You don’t need to apologize for that. I… I liked dancing with you,” he confessed. Jimmy’s heart was sent fluttering once more, and he stepped closer to Scott with a grin.

“Oh! Good, I was just worried because you left and you looked upset when I came up here,” Jimmy said, deflating only a little bit when Scott only smiled and nodded in response before gazing out over the lands of the Overgrown. There was awkward silence for a moment or two, until Scott suddenly moved closer to Jimmy, almost as close as they had been when they were dancing. Butterflies sparked in Jimmy’s stomach at the little distance between them.

“I need to tell you something,” Scott blurted. He looked nervous, almost like he had been when Jimmy first had come up to the balcony.

“Of course, what is it?” Jimmy asked soothingly. Scott looked him in the eyes, mouth opening and closing uselessly- until he broke eye contact for a brief moment before locking eyes with him again, something desperate in his gaze. Then suddenly Scott’s hands were gently cradling his face and there were lips on his. Scott’s lips. Scott was kissing him. Jimmy gasped in surprise against his mouth before quickly sinking into the kiss and running his hands through Scott’s stupid perfect hair. Scott’s hands drifted down from his face to his waist, pulling him in closer as his wings wrapped around them both, shielding them from the outside world so it was only Scott and Jimmy. Then Scott tilted his head and the kiss went from pleasantly warm to blazing, sending sparks racing up Jimmy’s spine. It left him dizzyingly breathless, like Scott had spun him a thousand times on the dance floor, and Jimmy never wanted it to end-

And then a thundering BOOM rattled the castle, breaking them apart. Scott clung to Jimmy, arms tightening around his waist as his breath hitched in fear, and Jimmy held him back just as tightly. There was something unreadable in Scott’s expression alongside the fear, but Jimmy didn’t have time to decipher it before another BOOM shook the castle. Jimmy was about to ask what was going on, but the sound of someone landing on the roof behind him and the voice that went with it stopped him cold.

“Well what do we have here?” Fwhip crooned, and Scott practically snarled as he shifted his hold on Jimmy so that one arm was curled protectively around his waist, his wing shielding him as well, as he drew a sword from somewhere within his skirts and pointed it at Fwhip. Dimly, Jimmy remembered that there weren’t supposed to be weapons at the ball, Katherine had made a rule.

“Leave before I make you,” Scott growled, the sound of his voice sending liquid fire through Jimmy’s veins. Fwhip gave an incredulous scoff, shaking his head.

“Playing the part a little too well, are we?” he sneered, and just like that the fire in his veins went cold, and he realized what that strange look on Scott’s face had been before. Guilt. Scott’s grip on him suddenly felt suffocating, more like he was holding Jimmy hostage rather than protecting him.

“Let go of me,” Jimmy demanded, voice hollow. Scott’s grip only tightened on him, and Jimmy’s heart rate spiked in fear.

“Don’t listen to Fwhip, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” Scott said shakily. Fwhip let out a cruel laugh.

“Oh come on Scott, you’re the one who helped make this possible,” he jeered, and the castle shook with another explosion. Jimmy’s stomach dropped. Scott was in league with Fwhip. Scott had plotted against him, and lulled Jimmy into a false sense of security with dazzling smiles and soft lips.

“Jimmy-” Scott started, but was cut off by the sound of people bounding up the stairs and shouting. Jimmy’s head whipped over to see Katherine, Lizzie, and Joel coming up to the balcony.

“Fwhip! How could you do this!” Katherine demanded, tears streaming down her face. Fwhip merely laughed.

“I told you the ball would be a blast, Katherine,” he sneered. Anger boiled in Jimmy’s stomach at Fwhip’s tone towards Katherine, and he squirmed against Scott’s hold.

“Jimmy,” Scott warned, voice low. Joel mistook the tone of Scott’s voice, and leveled his sword at him- somehow Jimmy missed that he was holding it, he must have grabbed it from the chests at the front of the castle.

“Release the Codfather. Now. I won’t let you destroy this castle and take an ally hostage,” Joel growled.

“Joel, stay out of this. You don’t understand what’s happening,” Scott said, voice calm and even. Joel let out a harsh laugh, tightening his grip on his sword.

“I understand plenty,” he snarled, leaping at Scott. Scott was forced to toss Jimmy to the side to block the incoming strike, and Jimmy watched them fight with some sort of dazed confusion as he fell to the ground. Everything felt cold and hollow, and Jimmy didn’t really feel connected to his body as Lizzie scrambled to his side, helping him up and murmuring words of comfort.

“C’mon Jimmy, we’ve gotta get out of here,” she said, voice soft but no less urgent as she gently squeezed Jimmy’s hand. He met Scott’s eyes briefly as he was holding off Joel, and that was decision enough for Jimmy. He squeezed Lizzie’s hand back, and ran with her.

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Katie Holmes is the epitome of glamorous as she steps out in a black jumpsuit

Katie Holmes looks glamorous in all black as she steps out in an off-the-shoulder blouse with trousers in NYC

By Shelby Slaughter For Dailymail.com

Published: 00:05 EST, 29 January 2020 | Updated: 13:47 EST, 29 January 2020

Katie Holmes is the queen of street style.

The 41-year-old actress stepped out in the Big Apple on Tuesday evening looking like the epitome of perfection.

The star chose an off the shoulder blouse that featured puffy sleeves, adding matching hued trousers and a stylish Timeless Bag from Tod’s.

Looking great! Katie Holmes stepped out in the Big Apple on Tuesday evening looking like the epitome of perfection as she stepped out in New York City

Chic: The star chose an off the shoulder blouse that featured puffy sleeves and draped down to her elbows with matching hued trousers; she held on to a Timeless Bag from Tod’s

The entire look was form fitting and showed off the actress’ toned curves in the best way possible as she rocked a pair of black high heels.

Her heels even had their own bit of flare to the completed look with little black bows at the toes.

The Dawson’s Creek alum has been proving that the world is her oyster this past year following her recent split from her longtime boyfriend, Jamie Foxx. 

The details: The entire look was form fitting and showed off the actress’ toned curves in the best way possible as she rocked a pair of black high heels

The two started to date back in 2013, and after a six-year relationship, rumors began to swirl back in August that the two love birds had called it quits.

While both actors never officially released a confirmation, shortly after the news broke the Baby Driver actor was spotted out holding hands with singer Sela Vave while out at a nightclub in Los Angeles. 

The notoriously private couple had just taken their relationship to new heights after stepping out at the Met Gala together just months before their apparent split. 

Previously, Holmes was married to actor Tom Cruise and together they share their daughter, Suri. 

Flawless: Katie added delicate jewlery to round out the stunning look

Single lady! The Dawson’s Creek alum has been proving that the world is her oyster this past year following her recent split from her longtime boyfriend, Jamie Foxx

Back then: Just months before their split Katie and Jamie Foxx made their Met Gala debut together just last year; pictured May 6, 2019 at the Met Gala in NYC

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The Favorite -2 of ?-

Parings: Tommy Shelby x Black Reader

“Your guest has arrived Mr. Shelby” the waiter says as he places his drink order on the table

“Thank you”

He nods and walks away, seconds later he greets you and Abel upon entering and he bows his head to you

“Your royal highness, Mr. Shelby is waiting for you, right this way”

“Thank you”

He leads both of you to Tommy’s table then asks you for any drink orders, Abel doesn’t want anything but you order a glass of lemonade, once again he bows his head and leaves you all be.

“I wish everyone wouldn’t bow and curtsy to me so much, it’s something I’ve never gotten use to”

“Yes but, you are royalty, they might think that they’ll be seen as disrespectful if they don’t”

“Maybe...still...what about you Mr. Shelby? You seem to be of importance as well, way before your election”

“Ahh, so you know about me?”

“You, and your whole family, it’s Abel’s job to make sure to know whose going be in close contact with the family”

He looks over at Abel standing behind you, he’s glancing over the room every now and then, finally to Tommy when he notices him staring.

“He’s also co head of security and my bodyguard”

“I see, he’s three people in one, I’m impressed, that must be exhausting for him?”

“Not really”

Abel responds in a thick Nigerian accent

“So, Mr. Shelby, may I ask the reason for this meeting?”

“Just to get acquainted better, we didn’t have much time yesterday, the Earl and Countess took up most of your time, and you are to meet with the King and Queen this evening”

“Yes, for dinner, and I’ll be busy the rest of this week as well, visiting hospitals and orphanages, my family just opened one last month, I’m to go and observe everything”

“I’m guessing it’s the one that took in all those African refugee children?”

“Yes, and some local negro children, ones that have been mistreated by some nuns...I heard that one mixed race little girl was forced to wash with a different soap”

“I know, I heard she’s doing well now though, she got adopted by an affluent black family from New York”

“The Morris’s, yes they’re a good family, father is a physician and the mother is a school teacher, been struggling to have any children of their own, but little Caroline was all they needed”

“I’m happy to hear that, you know I have children myself”

“I’m aware, and also married, to a very beautiful woman might I add”

“Thank you”

He looked disappointed in the fact that you knew about Lizzie, he knew that he shouldn’t be surprised since he was informed of the background check being done on him but he was.

“What about you your highness, is there anyone special in your life?”

“You don’t have to call me that all of the time, YN will do, and not at the moment, but I do get a lot of offers”

“Why haven’t you accepted, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I have no interest in courtships at the moment, and my father especially is very picky about who he sees fit for me, I’m also focused on other matters”

“Such as?”

“Do you always give women you hardly know the third degree?”

He chuckles at your bluntness, you weren’t at all what he was expecting, women of your class were trained to accept just about anything that they didn’t agree with just to keep the peace and keep up a certain image, you clearly didn’t care about such rules, your mother raised you not to be a weak woman, she would give you a good smack for being anyone’s doormat and your grandmother would roll in her grave at you shying away like a scared little child.

“Mr. Shelby I ask you not to compare me to past women whom I do not know, your issues with them have nothing to do with me, I’m not saying that you have to trust me completely but projecting those insecurities onto me won’t get you anywhere”

The waiter from earlier comes back to give you your lemonade, you thank him while digging into your purse to give him a hefty tip, he smiles widely and thank you while bowing his head once again.

Tommy doesn’t have any rebuttal to what you just said, he felt like he just received a free therapy session, he thought long and hard about your response, him actually taking your advice is something only time would tell.

“You’re very generous”

“These people make very little, it’s the least I can do...I hope you’ve done the same”

“Of course”

“Excellent”

About a half hour later you’re ready to head out to get ready for dinner later on, but not before he asks if you’re free for at least an hour this week.

“And why is that?”

“I thought I could show you around Birmingham, my home city, maybe show you some of the horses I own...and if possible, without your guard”

“Unless she’s going to the restroom or undressing, where ever she goes I go”

“He’s correct, and besides, us being alone together wouldn’t be something I would feel comfortable with, after all you are a married man remember, that wouldn’t be a good look now would it?”

Once again he’s silent followed by a clearing of his throat, you are harder to crack than he thought, it was bothering him how much his charm wasn’t phasing you in the slightest

“Well then, have a good evening your highness, it was nice catching up with you”

“Likewise Mr. Shelby”

While you’re walking away you don’t catch Abel smirk in amusement at you turning him down, he almost wanted to laugh but had to stick to being a professional, he would save it for later though.

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“Are you honestly surprised that he did, you know how most of them European men are, they love exotic women, they somehow think that our pussies hold some type of magic power, it’s creepy”

You giggle with your cousin Iman on the other end of the phone, she was older than you by five years and was your best friend, you both would go to each other about any and everything, even during serious moments like dinners or government meetings you’d catch one another’s eyes that told everything you couldn’t say out loud, you always admired her extroverted nature and found yourself being coached by her to be more open, it would surely help you in the future if you found yourself living long enough to being queen, she would honestly be a better choice.

“The man is married for heavens sake and an MP, you would think that would make a man of his status be more careful at preventing a scandal”

“Only in a perfect world my dear”

“Yes, you’re correct”

All of a sudden you heard what sounded like a door opening on the other end of the line and Iman’s muffled voice

“I have to go, the in laws have just arrived and I have to go entertain them, goodbye little rabbit”

“Goodbye Iman”

You hang up with a sigh and stretch in the chair, standing up you make your way over to the closet to pick out what you would be wearing in a couple of hours, and that’s when you finally notice, something that everyone you knew thought was destroyed and gone forever, sitting right there on the little table beside the wardrobe.

“The Favorite”

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