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Sunburn | John Shelby

John Shelby x reader

Prompt: #6 Sunburn

Requested by: @thomasshelbee

Warnings: none.

Note: English is not my native language so beware there may be grammar or spelling mistakes.

Sorry I didn't know how to end this, so I just left it like this.

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"Mummy, we're back" Katie's voice echoed from the hall, and afterwards three pairs of feet running up the stairs.

"Did you have fu-." you stopped mid sentence when John approached you, chest and arms red like a tomato. "What happened?!"

"I stayed under the sun for too long." he winced, as he sat down.

"That's what happens when you don't put sunscreen on." you crossed your arms, feeling justified.

"Don't scold me, Mrs Shelby." John pouted. "I need attention and cuddles." he rested his head on your belly, but hissed a little when you placed your hands on his shoulders.

"I really am raising four kids, and not three." you commented, rolling your eyes while John chuckled.

"Come on. I'll run you a cold bath, and I'll send Gregory to Polly's to give him something for the pain." you took him by the hand and led him upstairs, where your three children were playing and laughing in the bathtub, spreading water and bubbles everywhere in the bathroom.

"Children, that's enough." you raised your voice slightly to get their attention. "Daddy needs to wash up as well."

"Yes, mummy." Katie said eagerly, while the two boys released a sad sigh, yet they obeyed.

"They always listen to you, and you don't have to ask them twice." John said, once you were alone.

"Same as you, sweetie." you returned, helping him into the tub

"But I'm not a kid." John smirked, fingers teasing the end of your skirt.

"Could've fooled me." you smirked back.

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Good Luck Token | Bonnie Gold

Bonnie Gold x F!reader

Summary: You offer Bonnie a small token before the match begins

Warnings: None, just fluff.

Note: English is not my native language so beware there may be grammar or spelling mistakes.

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It was the night of the big fight between Goliath and Bonnie Gold.

Your Bonnie.

You walked through tiled corridors behind the arena, heading towards the men's laboratory where you knew he was getting ready.

Aberama and two of his men were there with him. They didn't notice you straight away, too busy watching Bonnie getting a warm up.

"Ahem!" You coughed softly in order to get their attention. Bonnie's face lit up slightly when he saw you. "Can I have a moment with Bonnie, please?"

Aberama turned to his son, who gave him a small nod in response.

"You have a few minutes before the match begins." He told you, before escorting the men and himself out of the room leaving the two of you alone.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, whilst he began to wrap a white cloth around his palm.

"I came to give you a good luck token." you answered softly, watching him struggle a little bit with the white material. " Let me."

You walked over to him, taking the cotton fabric from his hand, your fingers brushing gently with his knuckles, you helped him cloak either one of his palms.

"Are you still mad at me?" he asked curiously.

"If I was, I wouldn't be here, now would I?" she retorted, too focused on her task to look at him.

"I'm sorry I shouted at you." Bonnie said with regret in his voice. "I just saw that Shelby boy flirt with you and I lost it."

"Why?" you asked, although you knew the answer already. He was jealous, but you wished he'd just admit it, and his feelings altogether.

It'd been a long while now since you felt the tension between you and him whenever you were alone. Esmeralda had offered to help you, but you refused, telling her it was something the two of you had to deal with on your own.

And when you had finally worked up the courage to do it yourself, the business with the Peaky Blinders came up and you had to go.

"I was… jealous." he stated. You stopped your movements and finally looked up to meet his eyes. He was already staring at you, eyes glowing.

"Bonnie it's time, son!" Aberama's voice echoed from behind the door.

"Comin'." Bonnie called back, while you helped him with his boxing gloves. "Thanks, Y/N."

"Wait, I still haven't given you your token." you noted, and without giving him time to reply you leaned forward, pressing your lips gently on his.

Another knock sounded from the bathroom door, while Bonnie almost immediately responded to the kiss, his lips devouring yours.

"Go win this, champion." you told him encouragingly when you pulled back.

"I'll win this for you." Bonnie grinned sheepishly, his forehead resting on yours.

"No, you'll win this for yourself." you shook your head. " This is the beginning of your boxing career. Now go, before your dad breaks this door down."

They both giggled.

You watched as Bonnie got escorted towards the arena from the hallway, with a proud smile on your face.

Soon, you trailed off behind them thinking that perhaps the waiting was worth it. Once you were done with this job it'd be just you and him. And you'll finally be able to refer to him out loud as yours.

Your man, your champion.

Your Bonnie.

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Early Signs | Luca Changretta

Luca Changretta x F!reader

Summary: The Italian capo receives good news when he arrives home.

Requested: By Anonymous

Warnings: Pregnancy.

Note:  English is not my native language so beware there may be grammar or spelling mistakes.

I struggle with the title, like usually, so sorry!

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"Amore mio?"

Luca's voice echoed throughout the house.

Y/N refused to call out to him, afraid her voice would crackle from all the crying, so she remained silent waiting for her husband to eventually walk inside the kitchen instead.

It has been a horrible day for her.

Firstly, upon arriving at her workplace that morning, she’d been informed that due to her swelled bust the clothes were unable to fit her anymore. Thus, she’d be replaced at both upcoming runway and magazine photoshoots, and to make worse, by none other than her rival in the industry.

Craving for a distraction as well as food, with this atrocious news she hurried through the busy streets of New York towards the direction of her favourite café, which served the best icebox cake in the city. Beside the delicious desserts, however it was also the café, cozy and quiet, that Luca took her during their first date.

The two had met at Mr Spinietta’s basement, where Luca visited frequently to acquire his tailor-made suits. Y/N worked as a simple seamstress assistant. She was quiet and timid, yet ambitious and dreamy about her future in the modeling industry.

Luca grew fond of her over time, at the point where he’d demand to be assisted only by her. He loved how her cheeks would be reddened by his flirtatious comments, and got carried away when she'd get into the conversation when the subject fascinated her.

“Closed?” Y/N hissed irritated at the sign on the door that read closed due to renovations.

By the time she arrived home she was a complete mess. Sniffing her nose, while wiping away her falling tears. Y/N seemed unable to stop the tears escaping her eyes, and since she didn’t wish to upset Luca she entered the kitchen and dismissed both the cook and the maid for the day. She took a seat on the table where a bunch of half peeled onions were left on the cutting board and waited.

“There you are.” Luca said, entering the kitchen.

When Y/N perked her eyes up to greet him she noticed the wide smile plastered on his face. She simply smiled back in return before averting her eyes again.

“Is something wrong?” Luca frowned, walking towards her and resting his hands on her shoulders.

“No.”

Yes

“No?” he arched a brow, obviously unconvinced. “There’s a waterfall on your face, cara mia.”

“It’s from the onions.” she protested weakly. “It’s burning.”

“So, there’s nothing wrong?” he whispered in her ear, while slowly moving his hands downwards to her hips.

“I got something for you.” she said, avoiding the question. She abandoned the onions and the knife and took a small box outside her handbag.

Luca eyed her curiously, without making a move to take it from her hands. He already knew about the incident that took place this morning, however he wished to hear it from her Y/N. To his utter annoyance you appeared more calm than he had expected. Usually, you couldn’t wait for him to arrive and rant about something that bothered or made you furious, knowing pretty well he’d do his best to fix it for you in any way. He loved to spoil you and he made sure to let the world know about it.

“Thank you.” he told her after a slight pause, taking the box from her.

Y/N watched as his eyes narrowed at first, and afterwards widened in realization while taking the content of the box in his hand.

“Is that a…” he trailed off, eyes glowing in excitement

“It’s a baby gown, yes!” she smiled sweetly. “For such a horrible day, this was the best news I could receive.”

“I will have that rival of yours fired, if you wish.” Luca whispered, playing with the cotton fabric, smiling widely.

“Wh-” she looked taken aback, before signing in frustration. “I don’t even know how you knew about this! Promise me you won’t harm her.”

Instead of replying, Luca gave her a long tender kiss, murmuring Italian nonsense against her lips, and making her giggle.

“I should’ve taken those Italian classes.”

“Oh, you should.” he nodded, kissing her again. “Our son definitely will.”

“Son? I don’t want a son!” she argued. “The last thing I need is a little troublemaker running around the house, screaming he wants to be a capo, like his old man.”

“Old man, huh?” he smirked, picking her up in his arms and making her squeal. “Let’s go upstairs and I’ll show what this old capo can do.”

“Luca, we’ll have to be careful!”

“I am always careful, carina.”

“And no bonding, Luca” she said warningly.

“No bonding.” he repeated with a laugh.

“Also, I dismissed the stuff.” she informed him. “There’s nothing for dinner.”

“We’ll go out.” he responded. “And we can have some icebox cake afterwards.”

“That won’t be possible. The café is closed due to renovation.” she pouted.

“That’s too bad.” he said, putting her on the bed. “But let it be a problem for later, yeah? Now, more kissing and less talking.”

~~

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Ice Cream | Tommy Shelby

Tommy Shelby x reader

Prompt: #16 Ice Cream

Requested by: @notyour-valentine

Warnings: none

Note: English is not my native language so beware there may be grammar or spelling mistakes.

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One of the sweetest moments you cherished most was Tommy leaving his work aside and helping you make ice cream for the children.

Every two weeks during Saturday's, you'd pick a fruit of their liking and prepare it before lunch, whilst Frances would take to the lake nearby to play.

"This is delicious." Tommy moaned slightly, after putting a spoonful of ice cream in him mouth.

"Tommy, that's for the boys!" you scolded him, taking the container from the counter.

"I'm a boy." he smiled slyly, eyeing the desert between your hands.

"It's not meant to be served until dinner." you retorted, returning the smile.

"My house, my ice cream, love." he stepped closer, attempting to get it out of your grasp.

"My recipe, my ice cream." you snapped, elbowing him lightly, circling the table.

He gave you a look. A kind of look that send chills down your spine, and you knew he'd get you back for this tonight.

"Give me the spoon." you told him, extending your hand. "You'll have one more spoonful. One, Thomas Shelby! The rest will be served at dinner."

"Such authority, Mrs Shelby." he said sarcastically, passing you the tea spoon.

" Don't pretend you don't like it."

"Oh, I like it alright." Tommy's eyes darken, and you bit your lip. You recognized that look.

Smiling seductively, you buried the spoon into the creamy mousse. However instead of handing it back to your husband, you put the spoonful in your mouth.

You giggled as you watched the look of surprise in his face turning into a frown.

"I'm going to get you for that." he warned, striding closer. You squealed and giggled again as you raced out of the kitchen, ice cream canister still in hand, with Tommy close on your tail.

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Sunbathing | Alfie Solomons

Alfie Solomons x reader

Prompt: #4 Sunbathing

Requested by: @kind-wolf

Warnings: none I suppose.

Note: English is not my native language so beware there may be grammar or spelling mistakes.

Again, I suck with endings.

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"This is the life." you hummed in bliss, as you lied on your purple towel, fingers caressing the warm sand.

You let out a chuckle as you watched Cyril diving into the water to the his ball from Alfie's hand, splashing your ankles and toes.

"Alfie stop teasing the poor creature, and come join me." you called out, before Cyril began to chase him.

After a while, Alfie became tired of playing with Cyril, and he came out of the water. The morning sun making the drops of water shine on his body.

"Here, take it! Take it! Good dog." he praised him, panting heavily, as he handed Cyril the ball.

"This is nice." he purred, laying beside you, arms and shoulders brushing.

"I wish we could stay here forever." you said, closing your eyes.

"Don't give me ideas, yeah?" He poked your leg, and you laughed.

"Are you going to abandon your kingdom that's called Cadem, Mr scary gangster?" you asked teasingly.

"You'd love that would, ya love?" he rolled over towards you, and you did the same.

"You know I would." you admitted, smile fading. "I would love to live free of the fear that you may not come home to me at the end of the day."

"Don't think about that know, yeah?" Alfie said, unable to dispel your fear, knowing something like this was possible.

"I don't want to loose you, now that I found you." you confessed, feeling your eyes water.

"I can't promise you that you won't, love, I'm sorry." he said sincerely, caressing your cheek. "But, I can do something else."

"What?"

"Buy a house, here in Margate." he told you, wishing to lighten the mood. "Next to the beach, right, that you love so much."

You giggled, at how willing he was to buy a whole house for the two of you, just because you professed you'd like to stay here for the rest of your life.

But this was Alfie, and you loved him dearly for the way he was.

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Going To The Fair | Bonnie Gold

Bonnie Gold x reader

Prompt: #11 Going to the fair

Requested by: @zablife

Warnings: none

Note: English is not my native language so beware there may be grammar or spelling mistakes.

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Bonnie arrived at the fair a little late, due to boxing practice. He spotted his three sisters and Y/N sitting on a bench near the contest's table.

"Bonnie!" Y/N exclaimed when she saw him approach. She immediately stood and fell in his arms

"How did it go?" He chuckled, while she buried her face in his chest. "Which ribbon did they give ya?"

Tension rose in the air around them when a whimper escaped his girlfriend's lips, whilst Esmeralda pressed her lips together, shaking her head.

"It is awful!" Y/N grumbled against his shirt. Bonnie didn't realize she was crying until he felt her tears soaking his collarbone. " I can't do anything right."

"Girls, will you give us a minute?" The girls nodded, before walking away from them and towards the fortune teller vardo.

"Y/N, love, look at me." he gently pushed her head back so he could stare at her face.

"I spent all day preparing it, and it doesn't even taste good." She sobbed, more tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Says who?" Bonnie argued, wiping her face with his knuckles. "A bunch of fuckin' morons? Come here."

He sat down on one edge of the bench, while Y/N sat on the other, taking a slice from the cake which sat in-between them.

"Let's see, just how awful this cake is." he took a bite, moaning softly. "Delicious, is what it is. "

"You're saying this to make me feel better." she retorted. "We should dispose of it already."

"Not a chance I'm letting you do that."Bonnie grabbed the plate, before she could reach for it. "My mouth is orgasming right now. I'll eat the whole thing."

"You what?" She asked in disbelief.

"Watch me!" he stared firmly, with a challenging look on his face.

Y/N watched in awe as Bonnie devoured the entire cake before her eyes, licking his fingers after he was done.

"I can't believe you ate the whole thing." she breathed, kissing him softly.

"I can't believe you thought it tasted awful."

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Building A Fort | Alfie Solomons

Alfie Solomons x reader

Prompt: #12 Building A Fort

Requested by: @cillmequick

Warnings: light smut at the beginning.

Note: English is not my native language so beware there may be grammar or spelling mistakes.

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You were laying flat on the bed, with Alfie on top of you. The only sound surrounding the room were the moans escaping your mouth.

You were beginning to feel closer to your climax, and by Alfie's sloppy movements he must've been closing in as well, when you heard a cracking noise.

A surprised yelped came out of your lips as the bed boards broke from beneath you.

Alfie removed his lips from the crook of your neck, and you both stared at eachother in silence, until Alfie began laughing.

"Stop it Alf! That's the third bed you break this month." you complained, agitated from getting interrupted when you were nearing an orgasm, as well as upset that you'll have to sleep downstairs on the uncomfortable sofa.

"Why are you frowning, pet?"he asked, pulling out of you slowly.

I was close.

"I don't want to sleep on the sofa." you stated, instead. "My back still hurts from last time."

Alfie nodded understandingly, as an idea popped into his head.

" Put your rob on, and go downstairs." he instructed you, helping you put on your silk rob. " I'll join you in a minute."

But-" you started, ready to protest, but Alfie silenced you with a hungry kiss that made your stomach tingle.

"Go. I'm not done with you yet." he muttered against your lips in an intimidating tone. You bit your lip, before disappearing.

You had just made yourself comfortable on your lover's armchair, when he appeared through the doorway with blankets, two pillows and bed sheets.

"What are you doing?" you requested to know, watching him spreading the blankets on the floor.

"It's obvious, innit?" he stared, whilst he placed a dining chair on each corner. I'm building a fort."

He sounded excited, like a kid in a sweet shop, making you giggle. You felt blessed that you got to witness this side of Alfie that hardly anyone else knew existed.

"Let me help you." you offered, standing end grabbing two sides of the sheet while Alfie got the remaining two.

"Like it, pet?" he quired, admiring his work.

"It looks alright." you shrugged. " Could definitely use some improvement."

"Hmm." Alfie hummed, taking a hold of your waist, pulling you into him. "Why don't you tell me all about it, while we pick up from where we left of, love, eh?"

"Sure."

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Late night talks | Alfie Solomons

Alfie Solomons x reader

Prompt: #7 Late night talks

Requested by: @Anon

Warnings: none

Note: English is not my native language so beware there may be grammar or spelling mistakes.

This turned out shorter than the previous ones. I also didn't know how to end it so... Sorry ❤️

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The full moon was the only source of lighting into the bedroom, were you and Alfie were snuggled under the blankets.

You were drawing circles in his bare, hairy chest with your fingers, while he talked about his day at his deranged day at the bakery.

He loved staying up late, sacrificing precious hours of sleep to talk to you, feel you. It was the only time he could have you for himself without interruptions, because nobody was allowed to interrupt his peaceful moments at home, even if the distillery was on fire.

"Alfie, why did you married me?" you popped your head up suddenly.

Alfie had the taunting remark at the tip of his tongue, but the look on your face stopped him.

"Because I love you." he reassured you, kissing your nose. " Because you are the light of hope in my life."

He kissed your lips this time, slowly and tenderly. Alfie knew that you often felt lonely and that's when the doubtful thoughts would strike, making you overthink about things when there was really no reason to.

Alfie loved you.

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Lighthouse | Tommy Shelby

Tommy Shelby x reader

Prompt: #5 Lighthouse

Requested by: @runnning-outof-time

Warnings: none I suppose.

Note: English is not my native language so beware there may be grammar or spelling mistakes.

Sorry this took so long baby girl!! By the end of the day my energy is consumed.

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"Don't! Don't do it!" Tommy pleaded firmly, once he reached the top of the lighthouse.

He was there to sign the property papers for the beach house and the lighthouse he had just bought, when he saw it.

A black figure, leaning over the railing of the bridge at the very top of the lighthouse. Tommy found himself sprinting rapidly towards watchtower, his cigarette abandoned on the wooden deck of the house.

The heavy stomping of his feet as he raced up the stairs had made so much noise that Y/N was startled when the stranger reached the top, calling out her.

Her head turned towards him slowly, hair and skirt moving in harmony with the wind. Tommy's somewhat worried expression looked fun to her. The giggles that escaped her rosie lips visibly stunned him.

"I wasn't planning to jump, sir." she spoke gently.

"Could have fulled me, love."

"I really wasn't." she stated, turning towards the dark blue ocean. "I came to cherish this view one last time. Your the new owner, I presume?"

"Not exactly." Tommy explained, stepping forward, and leading his elbows against the railing the same way as her. "I bought it for my ex wife, and my son."

"I see." Y/N hummed.

They sat there in silence for a while, before Tommy decided to lit another cigarette, offering one to the girl as well.

"No, thank you." she refused politely. "What kind of pleasure people find with those things, I'll never understand."

"Have you ever tried one?" Tommy asked, grinning slightly.

"Just once." she admitted, shrugging. "They've got an awfully bitter taste, and they make the clothes smell awful too!"

"Does that I smell awful?" Tommy arched a brow, attempting to sound serious, though he was teasing her.

"I-uh... I'm sure you don't, but you're not close enough." she stuttered, blushing.

Tommy took one last drag, before tossing it and taking two large steps to stand right in front of her.

"That close enough?"

"Too close."

Tommy couldn't stop himself as he leaned down and captured her lips between hers. The sour taste of his cigarette made her whimper, whilst she returned the kiss nonetheless.

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Scavenger Hunt | Tommy

Tommy Shelby x reader

Prompt: #29 Scavenger hunt

Requested by: @cillmequick

Warnings: none.

Note: English is not my native language so beware there may be grammar or spelling mistakes.

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"Find something blue." Charlie read aloud from the paper sheet you handed to him, and his sister.

"Oh, I know where to find blue... And silk." Tommy muttered, winking at you, before lighting a cigarette. You blushed, and you were thankful the kids were to distracted to understand that their father was reffing to the light blue lingerie you wore underneath your dress.

"Blueberries are blue!" Charlie exclaimed excited, looking around the yard if he could spot any.

"No, they're not." Claire, your three year old daughter, protested. "They're black!"

"If they were black, they'd be called blackberries, silly." Charlie groaned, annoyed.

"Children, please." You spoke up, but they didn't bother to listen.

"I'm not silly! You're silly!" Claire crossed her arms, pouting.

"Stop it, both of you." Tommy said warningly, silencing them.

"Mum, let's team up." Claire took your hand, pulling you towards the garden.

"Hey, I wanted to team up with her." Charlie whined, taking your hand and pulling you the opposite way.

"No one wants, daddy, then?" Tommy sounded more amused than bothered, causing you to roll your eyes.

"Not helping, daddy." you said, giving him a look, whilst the kids continued to pull you both ways.

"Claire, love, come over here." Tommy told her, putting out his cigarette. "If you team up with daddy, he will let you ride his favourite horse, like Charlie does, eh?"

The girl's face broke into a wide smile and she almost immediately released your hand and crushed herself into her father's embrace.

"Yes, dad, I'll come with you." she giggled, as Tommy picked her up with ease.

"Thought so." he expressed satisfied.

"Come on, Charlie. Let's hurry so we find them first and win the toy that's waiting upstairs in the music room!" Charlie nodded eagerly, and you allowed him to drag you along, with Tommy and Claire close behind, screaming that they'll get them first.

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Meddling About | Tommy Shelby

Tommy Shelby x F!reader

Warnings: First time writing Tommy fooking Shelby!

Note:  English is not my native language so beware there may be grammar or spelling mistakes.

This is my entry to @peakyswift 's 900 Followers Celebration

I was a little too eager to post this, and it turned out shorter than I intended to be.

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The ballroom was ablaze by the massive chandeliers hanging from the ceiling as Y/N strolled into the mezzanine floor through the massive entrance, halting in front of the railing to survey the room. The dance floor was swarming with people, mostly couples showing off their Charleston moves, leaving most tables half empty.

‘Where are you?’

Y/N thought whilst taking her time going down the curved staircase, the silky ends of her silky gown flowing behind her like smooth sea waves. By the time she reached the bottom step she had already stopped her target, standing near the buffet talking with his two brothers and a man she didn’t recognize.

Arthur was the first to notice her, poking his brother’s shoulder and pointing in her direction. When Tommy turned his head, following Arthur’s finger, his eyes narrowed in confusion seeing his fiancée looming over the table. She locked her eyes with him, a glass of champagne wrapped around her fingers, whilst Tommy emerged towards her.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he hissed in fury when he approached her. However his bride-to-be didn’t seem fazed at all, despite his intimidating glare. "I told you not to come, Y/N!"

"No, you told me not to get involved with this deal you are about to make." she argued, taking a sip of her drink. "I'm here to have fun with the girls. I won't meddle in your business, I promise."

"The girls?"

"Yeah! Linda and Esme are around here... somewhere." she explained, scanning the crowd.

Tommy cursed under his breath, giving her a killer look. He knew his future wife wasn't the housewife type, cooking meals all day and looking pretty while keeping her mouth shut. She was curious and intelligent, and she wanted to be involved in the family business, prohibited and not, regardless of his dissension.

There were a lot of possibilities that this social gathering would end in a bloodbath, and with a slight amount of casualties in both parties if Tommy's plan went sideways. He couldn't afford to have the woman he adored in harms way.

"I want you to find them both at once, and get out of here." Tommy demanded, although his tone gentle. He palm rested on the side of her head, stroking her rosy cheek softly with his finger. "I won't be able to focus on things, if I have to constantly look out for you.."

"I'm the one looking out for you tonight, my love." she chuckled at his concern. "Have a little faith in me, darling. I know what I'm doing."

"Do you?" he asked. He was both curious and doubtful, but above all agitated.

"I do." she reassured him. "You just have to trust me on this."

She placed her lips against his, kissing him tenderly before turning away and disappearing through the group of guests.

~~~

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Water Balloon Fight | Modern!Finn Shelby

Finn Shelby x reader (Modern AU)

Prompt: #20 Water Balloon Fight

Requested by: @Anon

Warnings: none I suppose.

Note: English is not my native language so beware there may be grammar or spelling mistakes.

This takes place in present time, because the first water balloons didn't appear until the 1950s. I should've looked it up before putting it on the list. I hope that's alright, Nonnie!

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It was an exceedingly hot day, and Finn, accompanied by Y/N, and Isaiah were lounging on the gazebo at Isaiah's home.

"It's too hot." Finn complained, exhaling loudly.

"We should do something to cool ourselves down." Y/N stated.

"Like what?"

"I don't know." she replied after a pause. "But I'd like something cold."

"Hang on, guys, I'll go check if there's any ice cream left." Isaiah stood and disappeared inside the house.

Y/N hanged her head back, closing her eyes. Finn bit his lip, watching her from the corner of his eye. This was a perfect moment to say something that indicated that he liked her, and yet everything he came up with in his head sounded stupid.

He train of thought was interrupted shortly, when he felt something liquid come in contact with the back of his head.

Isaiah cracked up laughing, as the water balloon exploded on Finn's head, soaking his hair.

"Sorry, guys. No ice cream left, I'm afraid." he said, not so apologetically, throwing another balloon to Y/N this time.

Soon, a full water balloon fight escalated, with Finn and Y/N teamed up again Isaiah. By the time the basket was half empty of colourful balloons, they were all soaked from top to bottom.

"Hold on, I'll bring more." Isaiah told them, once they were gone.

"Are you still hot?" Finn asked, turning to Y/N .

"Definitely not." she breathed.

Finn smiled, taking a few steps closer in order to remove the wet strands of hair that was stuck on her cheek and neck.

He felt her shiver under his touch, her bright smile slowly faded, and her eyes darted momentarily at his lips, before snapping upwards to his eyes.

"I'm sorry." Finn mumbled, gazing into her eyes, his fingers stroking her chin.

"What for?" Y/N asked, titling her head slightly in question.

Finn closed the distance between them, his lips brushing hers tenderly at first, allowing her to either break the kiss or return it.

After spare moments of hesitation, her palms wrapped around the back of his neck, kissing his fiercely.

Finn couldn't tell how long they were kissing, and he didn't think he'd stop anytime soon if it wasn't for the cold water hitting them both.

Pulling back from eachother they noticed that the sprinklers were on, yet Isaiah were nowhere to be seen.

Finn smiled, knowing he did this on purpose, and without waisting time he crushed his lips on her again.

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Night Swimming | Michael Gray

Michael Gray x reader

Prompt: #1 Night swimming

Requested by: @peakyswritings

Warnings: none I suppose.

Note: English is not my native language so beware there may be grammar or spelling mistakes.

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You were sitting at the edge of the deck, legs swinging against the water, whilst you watched Michael swim laps around the lake.

"Won't you join me?" Michael asked, swimming towards you and resting his chin on your knee.

"I'm good, thanks." you bit your lip, trying to hide your nervousness. Truth was you didn't know how to swim that well, and you weren't fond of lake water were everything was blurry and couldn't see what was underneath you.

"Please?" he begged, although he had a cunning expression on his face.

"We should go." she tried to argue. "It's almost dark, and we've been h- Michael, no!"

The cold water muffled out your piercing squeal as you went underwater. Michael had yet again taken you by surprise, only this time it wasn't a pleasant one.

Once he acknowledged your distress, Michael immediately moved your body that was glued to his by his hands upwards.

"Goodness' sake, Michael!" you breathed still shocked, when you resurfaced.

"I didn't mean to scare you, babe." he said apologetically, as you placed your hands on his bare shoulders. "I'm sorry."

"I can't swim that well." you admitted, embarrassed. However he didn't laugh or anything like you expected, but tightened his grip around your waist instead.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he frowned, and you bit your lower lip yet again. " I could teach you. Right now if you like."

"Ri-right now?" you sounded unsure.

"We're already in the water, are we not?" he pointed out. "I won't let go unless you tell me ." he reassured her, before kissing her gently.

"Alright." she nodded. " I won't miss an opportunity to be inside your embrace."

He chuckled, kissing her lips once more.

As it grew darker, the only light source beside the full moon from above you was the lantern Michael brought with you when you arrived.

Soon you forgot your fear of water and what could be hiding underneath. Your only full attention was on your boyfriend and his strong arms that guided you.

What you thought would be your worst date by far, turned out to be the best in the end.

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Sunrise | Polly Gray

Polly Gray x reader (platonic)

Prompt: #14 Sunrise

Requested by: @solomons-finest-rum

Warnings: none

Note: English is not my native language so beware there may be grammar or spelling mistakes.

Apologies because that wasn't very sunrise...ish. Like at all. It gets mentioned though. I was so eager to write this that I didn't even try to fit this in. Oops.

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It was Mother's Day.

And it was the first time Polly would get to spend away from Michael every since they reunited. It was a creative day for you both.

Michael would get her the flowers and you would cook dinner and desert. Even though you weren't related to the Shelby's or the Gray's she was still considered family.

The three of you would stay awake all night, until sunrise, drinking tea and hearing all kinds of stories from the gypsy queen.

Polly and your deceased parents were family friends. Gypsy blood ran through your veins as well, and ever since they passed, it was just you and Polly, along with her chaotic nephews and Ada.

"Did I hear the phone ring?" Polly pulled you out of your memory lane, entering the room in hurry, glass of whiskey in one hand.

"No. He's gonna call soon. Stop stressing about." you assured her, whilst praying on the inside that Michael hadn't forgotten.

"Why don't you go for a stroll? You have an hour Ada arrives for tea." You suggested.

"No, I'll miss his call." she protested, and you sighed.

"Do you mind if I go?" You asked. "I need to return the book I borrowed from the bookshop two days ago ."

"Mmm, since when does bookshop owners lend books instead of selling them?" Polly smirked, giving you a knowing look.

"He was just being polite to a regular customer." you shrugged, attempting to look cool.

"The young lad fancies you, Y/N." Polly pointed out, and you blushed.

"Not as much as Mr Gold fancies you I'm afraid." you returned. "The way he looks at you when you don't look at him is..." You trailed off, not finding the right word.

"We should go out on a double date some time. When he finally asks you out." She teased, and you snorted out a laughter.

"If he asks me out mean, Pol." you corrected. "Right, I'm off." you announced after a small pause.

"Have fun!"

You were almost out of the room when you halted and twirled around again.

"I just realized I didn't say it."

"Say what?" Polly wondered

"Happy Mother's Day... Mum!"

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Alluring Projection |Eames

Eames x Reader (Inception)

Summary: The projection of Y/N, Eames’ ex lover, appears during the operation.

Warnings: None. 

Note:  English is not my native language so beware there may be grammar or spelling mistakes. Also I didn’t know how to end this. Not really good with ending. It kinda sucks!

Special thanks to @kind-wolf for her lovely idea!

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The team was standing on a cliff, dressed in white snowsuits and carrying white-painted rifles.  The massive fortified medical facillity they had to reach stood a mile below them.

They were in the third level now, and since this was Eames' dream and he knew every route towards and around the complex, Cobb had instructed him to draw the security away from the building in order to get Fischer inside unharmed and in one piece.

Eames skied down within sight of the hospital complex, and fired up a flare gun. As he watched as the security men, that were on the ramparts, take the bate and preparing a patrol to send down and investigate, he felt a presence next to him.

"Don't you look cute with this beanie.” he heard the voice say. It was soft but taunting.

“What are you doing here?” Eames questioned, eyes fixed on the ramparts. The patrol was mounting their snowmobiles now.

“You tell me.” Y/N returned. “This is your dream, sweetie.”

“You shouldn't be here.” Eames stated, still not looking towards Y/N. “I can't afford to get distracted right now.”

“Stop thinking about me then.” Y/N pointed out, raising her eyebrows, and he finally turned to face her.

“I can't.” he whispered. His expression softened while he made eye contact with her. She smiled sweetly and took a step forward, leaning close to his face. Eames closed his eyes and felt her warm lips leave a small peck on his cheek.

When he opened his eyes she was long gone, and he turned his attention back at the snowmobiles that were now closing in, so he launched himself down the mountain, streaking across the icy slope.

Throughout the rest of the job, Eames managed to block Y/N completely out of his subconscious. This was the fifth time that he had allowed her to appear whilst on a job, and each time it got worse. She'd usually watch him from the distance, either smiling lovingly or smirking mischievously, before disappearing, but this was the first time she came so close, let alone speaking to him.

Well, it wasn't her really speaking. He knew that.

Eames knew he had made a mistake by breaking things up. He regretted it the moment he had walked out of the door, leaving her brokenhearted, but he was too furious to admit he was the one at fault. So, instead he walked away. He would call her sometimes from a payphone, just to hear her voice and try to figure out from her tone if she was alright.

“You can do this.” he whispered to himself. He'd been standing in front of her porch for at least half an hour, reminiscing the past few months he had spend without her.

After inhaling deeply, he moved his left hand up, while holding a bunch of her favourite flowers on the other, and rang the doorbell. It took a few seconds, that seemed hours, for Y/N to answer the door.

She frowned, giving him a questioning look. However no words came out of her mouth. Y/N was utterly surprised to see him again with the way things ended.

“My darling...” Eames trailed off, unsure of how to continue.

“Go on.” she urged. It was rare seeing Eames stumbling to find words, being a smooth talker and all. So, she chose to put her anger at bay and give him a chance to apologize, only to take pleasure in seeing him stutter to find the right words.

“I'm an idiot-”

“That's an understatement.” she agreed, shooting him a glare.

He stuttered for a while, averting his eyes in the process. He knew that nothing he could say was good enough, and it was extremely difficult to focus under her icy gaze and the scent of her flowery perfume that never failed inebriate him.

“Oh, fuck this.” he growled, picking his eyes up from the wooden floor, before stepping forward. The bouquet fell from his grasp, as his hands moved on either side of her face, his full lips colliding to hers.

She whimpered in astonishment, and attempted to push him off of her at first, but eventually gave up, surrendering herself both into the kiss and his embrace . Despite the amount of pain she'd been through because of him, Y/N still loved the man wholeheartedly.

“I'm sorry.” he mumbled against her lips.

“You bastard.” she bit his lower lip harder than necessary, making him hiss in pain.

“I can solemnly promise that I won't hurt you again.” he said, after pulling back to catch his breath.

“I haven't forgiven you yet.” she snapped, giving him a 'fuck you' look.

“You are so bloody cute when you are mad at me, love.” he chuckled, caressing her lips with his thumb.

“Shut up!”

“No, I won't.” he smirked. “Unless you make me, darling.”

Slapping him across the face was not what he expected when he uttered those words.

“Don't look so surprised, Eames. You deserved it!” she narrowed her eyes at him. And as she began to ramble about all the reasons why he had earned that slap, all Eames could think was maybe it was him who had to silence her with another kiss after all.

And so he did.

This time she responded immediately, and by the time Eames broke away from the kiss, the tears that had fallen from her eyes while she vented at him had dried.

“Say it.” he muttered, resting his temple against hers.

“You are the one asking for forgiveness. You say it!”

“I love you.” Eames professed gently. “I cannot live without you.”

~~~

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Delightfully Sweet | Klaus Mikaelson

Klaus Mikaelson x reader

Requested by: @solomons-finest-rum

Summary:  ‘ Could I please request a little piece with Klaus and fem!reader who is a vampire turned completely by accident and probably abandoned by her vampire master but she’s somehow taking it very well because she’s a bookworm who knows absolutely everything about vampires from books&media?’

Warnings: None.

Note: English is not my native language so beware there may be grammar or spelling mistakes. Also, I didn’t have time to spell check this, so beware. 

I wanted to make it longer, but I also didn't want to keep you waiting. I'm flirting with the idea to make a second part.

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Y/N's eyes opened as a faint gasp escaped her dry lips. Her eyes circled around the room in confusion as to what was this place, how did she came here, what happened, was it day or night?

Oh, no!

While she picked herself up from the ground, she began to recall the events of the previous day. The bitter taste of alcohol, her broken laptop, which contained all her vampire research, the fight that had broken out at the bar, and the sight of blood.

Her blood.

Her hair and clothes were covered in blood, that was nearly black in colour now that it was dried. The cement ground around her was also covered in blood. Way too much to be just her own. The sight alone made her hunger grow so strong that it felt almost unbearable. At first, she couldn't understand the sudden crave for food, but then the image of the two bullets piercing through her chest, after provoking a man into a fight.

“I'm dead.” she whispered to herself once the realization hit her. “I'm in freaking transition. My God!”

All of the sudden terror and agony consumed her body as she screamed in rage. This wasn't not meant to happen, and there was no one around to teach her how to be a creature of the night, how to restrain herself against the blood last. However, thanks to her years of research, she knew exactly what she had to do and where she had to go.

Y/N didn't fancy going through with this alone. She needed support, she needed guidance and perhaps she wouldn't exactly be welcomed where she planned on traveling, but it was worth the trouble.

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New Orleans

The city build and founded by the Mikaelsons, the first vampires, the original vampires, was the city you called home for the past few months. And as expected, the local vampires didn't exactly welcomed Y/N with open arms at the beginning. However, that slowly changed, and soon she was part of the town's vampire community, and a loyal friend to Marcel, who was the leader of the vampires around the Quarter.

It was a delightfully warm night, when Y/N decided to walk carelessly through the crowded streets, with her sketchbook at one hand, looking for a suitable spot to sit and work your fingers against the white sheets. It was a hobby she'd picked a month ago, and it was a good way to distract her from the constant hunger.

She sat on a wooden bench for about an hour, drawing horses and mermaid tales, unaware that a certain hybrid was watching her from the balcony above.

It wasn't a common thing for Klaus Mikaelson to find a woman intriguing enough to pay attention to her, but there she was. Sharp, ambitious and curious about the world around her. Y/N managed to make an impression and stand out from the dull crowd upon arriving at the city, and the more time he'd spend with her the more drawn he felt towards her, although he'll never admit to her.

Sometimes he didn't even want to admit it to himself.

“Hello, love.” he greeted, sitting on the other edge of the bench.

Y/N grinned at the sound of his voice, and slowly turn her head to his direction.

“Look at you!” she exclaimed. “You look cute when you smile, and don't threaten to bit people's heads off!”

He chuckled a bit, and Y/N couldn't tell if it was a genuine reaction or not. He was hard to read.

“Mind if I take a look?” he pointed at the leather book rested on your lap.

“Uh, sure.” she replied hesitantly as she handed it to him. Rebekah had shown her some of Klaus' work from over the years, and she did find most of it very captivating. Which was why she felt embarrassed as he looked through her own drawing, that were barely pasted the beginners level.  

“Is that my sister?” Klaus queried amusingly.

“You could say that.” you shifted uncomfortably. Rebekah wanted to help you improve your sketching skills, and had asked you, rather demandingly, to draw her face. “Rebekah insisted.”

“That's Rebekah, allergic to the word 'No'.” Klaus mused, and you nodded in agreement. “It's not perfect obviously, but acceptable for a first attempt, love.”

“I would very much appreciate a few tips.” you declared. There was no denying that Klaus was an attractive man, and a very sweet one when he wasn't on a killing spree it would seem. Y/N liked him a lot. She couldn't understand why, but she did.

“I can teach you a thing or two.” Klaus began, as a cunning smirk appeared slowly. “But, only if you come dine with me and my siblings tomorrow night. Rebekah is very fond of you, I'm sure she'll be delighted.”

“I'd love to.” Y/N said sheepishly, and somewhat taken aback. Inviting her to dinner, a friendly dinner as it seemed, wasn't exactly what she expected to hear. And little did she know that Klaus planned to sent each and every single one of them one a wild goose chase and away from the compound, way from town if possible, just to enjoy her company on his own and uninterrupted.  

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