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red-riding-wood · 2 years

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OC: Charlotte Griffin

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Summary: Charlotte Griffin, on a quest to emerge from her family's dark shadow, becomes a spy in a gang war that puts her loyalties and desires into question as she grows closer to the man who is meant to be her enemy.

WARNINGS for whole story: eventual explicit sexual content and references, explicit violence and gore, mentions of physical abuse, language, ethnic slurs (mainly because of Alfie)

I couldn’t take my eyes off of the blood stains on his desk.

Thumbs twiddling in my lap, I finally tore my gaze from the crimson that had speckled and seeped into the wood. I dragged it across some nearby papers that had their edges marked red, furling over as if poisoned by the mark of death. It couldn’t have been more than an hour old.

I swallowed a ball in my throat and looked to the two guards who stood, rigid, at the wall. I didn’t recognise one of them. A bead of sweat pricked at his brow and there was a gleam of fear in his bright eyes.

“Perhaps I should come back another time.” My words pierced the silence like a knife, yet the men scarcely acknowledged my presence.

“He said you’d insisted to meet with him immediately, Miss Griffin.”

My lip curled slightly at the use of that wretched name. “I know, but I’m not exactly seeing him right now, am I? I’m sitting here talking to you. Which, frankly, is a waste of my time.” Pointedly, I added, “And it’s Charlotte.”

The larger, more collected guard – I believe I had once heard Luca refer to him as “Stefano” – dug his pocket watch from his waistcoat. He checked the time, snapped it shut, and said, “He should be here any minute.”

I tapped my forefinger restlessly against the lace of my gloves, attempting to ease the growing knot of anxiety in my gut.

“Where is Luca?” I asked them.

“I cannot say,” Stefano said.

“And why can’t you say?”

At that, I noticed the younger, unfamiliar guard glance to the blood on the desk. My head tilted slightly in intrigue but my gut clenched with dread. Though neither of them answered me, the man’s gaze told me everything I needed to know.

I stirred as I heard the slow, steady footfalls outside the door, and a knob turning. My palms felt clammy beneath the lace of my gloves and I swallowed as I turned my head slightly to glimpse the darkly clad man in my peripheral. The two guards were ushered out behind him, door shutting woefully in the silence.

“I was beginning to think you’d hired another spy,” I said dryly as Luca came to stand beside me, facing his desk. I couldn’t but help but think back to his meeting with Polly with a bitter pang in my chest at my words.

Luca didn’t say anything, his expression veiled by his rakishly tilted hat. Instead, he slipped a pair of black leather gloves from his fingers. My gut tightened as I noticed that they were covered in blood.

The gloves were slapped across the crimson speckled portion of the desk, and only now did he turn to me, leaning against the structure with the heels of his hands. Long fingers curled over, pinky rubbing slightly at the dampened wooden grain. His black overcoat stretched behind him. He hadn’t removed it, nor his hat.

Green eyes darted to mine, and his jaw clenched around his toothpick. The movements he made were sometimes sharp, frustration blending with his usual languidness. It was as if he were volatile, as if there were something simmering beneath his flesh and, ready to explode at any moment.

Luca’s mouth quirked, for a brief moment, into a tense smile, though in his eyes I could read nothing but murder.

“What were you doing following me last night, mia piccola spia?”

His nickname for me, which was typically woven as if it were a spell, now was uttered as if it tasted bitter on his tongue. My heart clenched in my chest, and I met that dangerous gaze as the rate of it sped, threatening to burst from my ribs. I inhaled deeply, forcing myself to keep my breaths steady.

“I was following Polly Gray,” I said. “She’d been acting peculiar that day. I was only doing my job and decided to follow her for the rest of it.”

“Hm.” His jaw worked against the pick, and he didn’t seem to blink as he stared me down. My flesh boiled under that stare, my palms only growing clammier and my head turning almost light from the shallow breaths I was suppressing.

“You don’t believe me, Luca?” I said, the slightest waver pervading my tone.

His eyes darted away, and he removed the toothpick from his lip, slowly, paying it its usual reverence before he snapped it in two. Conjoined by the slightest thread, the two wooden pieces fell to the floor beside his shoe. His inhale was deep as he brought his hand up to run along the faint stubble of his face.

Luca’s sigh was expelled into the poignant tension between us, and something dark flared in the light green of his eyes as his gaze settled on me again.

“Why were you dancing with one of my men?”

I tilted my head slightly in confusion when confronted with the odd question. And I narrowed my eyes at him, studying the way his pinky now thrummed against the grain of the desk.

“Hm?” he urged, index beginning to circle the hollow of his cheekbone as he rested his jaw in his hand.

“I used him as cover,” I said, though my curiosity bled into my tone. I was still studying each of his micro-movements. “I didn’t know he was one of your men at the time.”

“I see,” Luca said, seemingly disappointed or perhaps even dismissive of my words.

I glanced again to the traces of red beneath his fingertips, and I asked,

“Why is there blood on your desk?”

“Charlotte. Piccola spia.” His other hand settled back on the edge of the desk, and his weight leaned forward slightly. That tense smile tugged frighteningly, wickedly, at the corner of his lip. “If I ever see you dancing with one of my men again, you will not enjoy the consequences.”

My heart quickened in my chest. But I quirked my brow. “What sort of consequences?”

His pinky stilled where it had thrummed against the bloodied wood. “Would you like to find out?”

I looked from the intensity in his stare to the brittle pieces of the toothpick on the ground. I thought about how he had handled it with an almost delicate care yet snapped it as if it were the most fragile thing. And I thought, for one moment, maybe I did. Maybe I wanted to be paid such reverence by the same hand. And maybe, in some dark pocket of my soul that the light scarcely found, I wanted to be snapped in two.

But then my eyes wandered back to the bloodied gloves, and the red of the desk, and I decided that it was much too dangerous to nudge at such a mysterious threat. Even if I did find myself excited when I played with fire.

“And what does it matter to you whom I dance with?” I asked. I wanted to draw attention back to the subject, for I couldn’t help but wonder if it was for the same reason I desperately wanted to know what he had done with Polly.

Luca shifted his jaw, and leaned back, but said nothing for a long while. And then,

“I want you to keep a close eye on Polly. I want you to report to me anything you can find on her. Is that understood?”

Annoyance shot beneath my skin in a hot flash, and I couldn’t hold back the flame that darted to my throat.

“Why were you meeting with her?” I demanded.

“Why do you want to know?”

I swallowed, and said, “Perhaps I’m curious who you dance with.”

“And you expect me to trust you with that kind of information, piccola spia?”

“I’ve trusted you with more,” I pointed out, remembering the last time we’d spoken, when I’d confided in him about my brother. Shared things I had never spoken to anyone before.

“How is the investigation coming?” I asked, for I had also trusted him with finding my brother’s killer. And I had heard nothing.

Luca scoffed, and crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re trying to talk to me about the fuckin’ investigation right now?”

“I have the right to know.”

“And I have the right to discharge you from your services at any moment.”

I couldn’t say that didn’t sting. It pierced straight through the dark of my soul and seized the bright of my heart.

“But you don’t want another spy,” I reminded him, though the part of my soul that had been pierced bled into my words, pleaded to be reassured that I wasn’t being replaced.

“Get out.”

“Get out?” I huffed, not bothering to ease the swell of my aching chest with each ragged breath.

Luca’s eyes left me, and he called for his guards. Within a moment, they were by my side.

“Escort this spia outside,” he ordered them. And then, with a glance to me, he said, “She has work to do.”

I mustered my most vitriolic glare as I stood, reluctantly but with a grace.

“As do you, Luca,” I pointed out, before Stefano’s arm was linking through mine and pulling me away.

“I can walk on my own,” I said to the guard, loosening my arm from his grasp and sweeping my coat around my shoulders as I followed, wedged between the two, to the door.

Every particle in the air seemed to depressurise once I had left Luca’s hotel room, and I stifled a sigh of relief. Looking to the new face again, I said,

“I haven’t seen you around yet. Are you a new hire?”

The young man glanced at Stefano as if for permission, but Stefano’s gaze was fixed firmly ahead. Bright eyes settled back on me, and he noticeably gulped.

“You don’t have to be afraid to tell me things,” I told him. “If I’m getting anyone in trouble here it certainly wouldn’t be you.” Despite his indifference, I cast a bitter glance to Stefano before drawing my attention back to the younger guard.

There was a hint of skepticism in his eyes that I found most amusing.

“Well, Miss – “

“It’s Charlotte.”

“Right, Charlotte.” He cleared his throat nervously. “The last guard’s employment was abruptly terminated. I’m the new hire.”

A shiver ran through me as I recalled the fresh blood splattered across Luca’s desk, staining his gloves. The way his last thread of calm seemed to hang by a very thin wire.

And the fear I had just seen in the new hire’s eyes when I’d assured him he wouldn’t be in any trouble for speaking to me.

And so, I made the rest of our trip in silence, because I knew exactly whose blood it had been.

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The only reason I had accepted Thomas’ invitation to oversee the training for the boxing tournament was that I knew Aberama Gold to be there with his son, who would be competing against Alfie’s nephew. And, while there wasn’t anything particularly important to my mission about the Gypsy leader himself, I had noticed that he’d been spending whatever time he could with Polly. From a distance, the two seemed to love to hate each other, but to a keener eye, one could detect the faintest desperation between them – one who was acquainted all too well with such a pull.

While Thomas had to take a call, I ventured to where the Gypsy leader was leaning his elbows along the rope of one of the boxing rings.

And while fighting for sport had never interested me, I had been observing Aberama’s son. His build was slight, unusually so for a fighter, I imagined, and especially so if he were standing in the same room as Alfie’s nephew. But, in the time I had spent here, I’d seen him put every single one of his opponents on the floor. Even I had to admit it was impressive.

“He’s quite the fighter,” I remarked, coming to stand beside Aberama.

“’Course he is. He’s got Gypsy blood in him. Doesn’t matter his size. Bonnie’s got his father’s strength and his mother’s temper,” the man replied with a smirk playing at his lips, a twinkle in his eyes, and he scrutinised me in a brief moment before he dropped his elbows from the rope. “Surprised to see you here. Seems you’ve always somewhere to be.”

“I am surprised to see you here, as well, Mr. Gold. It’s admirable to see a father so devoted to his son and his ambitions.”

Again, he eyed me, smirk still playing at his lip but his gaze narrowing only slightly. I kept my expression neutral and my body relaxed, all the while letting my own gaze dart across whatever I could read of him – the way his head tilted slightly in suspicion or perhaps confusion, the way his smirk seemed to hook in place, the way he stood hunched slightly as if prepared to pounce. I’d heard that his gang were savages, and I half expected him to draw a weapon on me.

“It’s only what a father should do,” he replied at last, his demeanor seeming to relax slightly. But his words stung.

I fixed my gaze back on the ring, half in an act of casualness, half in an attempt to hide any longing that may have darted through my eyes, and delicately curled a few lace-clad fingers around one of the ropes. “That Miss Gray, she’s worried sick for her boy,” I said. “I can see why she might be looking for someone to bring the family together.”

In my peripheral, he became animated at that, stepping forward, cocking his head. I could tell I’d sufficiently captured his attention, perhaps taken him aback.

“She’s looking for a husband?” he said, a falter in his tone.

“It was merely an observation,” I told him, and cast him a seemingly innocent glance. “You two seem to spend a lot of time together.”

“I wasn’t aware I was an object of such keen observation.” A bitter wariness wove itself back into his tone, and his elbows rested beside mine on the rope, the wool of his overcoat bunching at shoulders teased by long, free locks of mousy hair. “You want information,” he stated, the smirk long gone from his features. “Polly told me you’re a spy.”

I was in now. There was no going back.

“Really?” I said, still feigning an affable indifference. “What else has she said about me?”

“I’m not that easily tricked. If you want information, we make a deal.”

My back straightened as I stepped back from the rope, and he mirrored my action. “What is it you want?” I asked, tone lowering.

“That’s a question with many answers. But I can think of something. Your father is Marcus Griffin, if I’m not mistaken?”

I stiffened. “He was, yes.”

“I hear he has quite the treasury. I’ve long thought about nicking one of his heirlooms, but there’s something that has been misplaced from my own family. An amulet, enchanted with good luck by my mother. It was offered to him as a gift for safe passageway in London, but I think I’d make much better use of it in the fight against the Changrettas than he would wasting its potential in some display case.”

I knew the amulet Aberama was referring to. A citrine gem encased in gold. Expensive. Blessed. Kept locked away not in a display case, but a safe in his own private quarters. Though I had never known my father to believe Gypsy superstitions, something had made him hold onto it all of these years.

“Any business conducted that involves my family is off the table,” I said firmly. “Name anything belonging to anyone else, and I can find someone to thieve it. But I will not tangle myself in cut threads.”

A wry vestige of his previous smirk did peel at his lip, and he studied me as he said, “For someone who claims to no longer be a Griffin, you do seem to possess your father’s resolve.” His eyes were shadowed by the lip of his tall, brown hat, but even in their dark opals I could detect the glimmer of pride. Like Luca, he was using my family against me.

I swallowed against a knotted throat, and ignored the sting in my chest. The sooner we could stop discussing my father, the better.

“What you see is made, Mr. Gold, not born of any blood,” I told him, returning his gaze with an intensity I hadn’t been quite sure I'd possessed until that moment.

Threads of tension wove and built between us as we stared one another down, until footsteps landed leisurely against the flooring and a familiar presence materialised between us.

“What seems to be the fuss over ‘ere?” Thomas asked.

I turned my attention to the Blinders leader, and said, “I was asking Mr. Gold for lessons in shooting. You know I don’t typically like getting my hands dirty, Mr. Shelby, but I thought that I should be better able to defend myself in times like these.” I ignored the unease that darted beneath my flesh as I looked back to Aberama, who was eyeing me silently yet with a growing smirk and a great deal of intrigue. “We are having difficulty finding terms we agree upon for this arrangement.”

Thomas pulled a cigarette from his engraved silver case and ran the filter along his lip a few times before deciding to light it and take a puff. He hadn’t even paid Aberama the respect yet of an acknowledgment. Instead, his attention was fully on me. “You want to learn to shoot, Charlotte? You should’ve come to me for that.”

Now, Thomas turned to the man opposite of me, seeming to size him up with a rake of that piercing gaze. “You’ll be taking them from me, free of charge,” he added. “And I would like to remind Mr. Gold that nothing here is for sale.”

A vitriol warning emerged in shadowed eyes as Aberama returned his stare.

“Thank you, Mr. Shelby,” I said, and the Blinder blew another puff of smoke before turning back to me.

“I’ll be outside,” Thomas said. “We’re leaving in two minutes.” And without so much as another word or glance, he was gone, his presence only indicated by the echo of his shoes against the floor.

“What an interesting development, Miss Griffin.” Satisfaction glimmered in dark opals. “I was under the impression you reported solely to Mr. Shelby. If I heard right, it seems you don’t want him to know about this investigation into Polly.”

“It’s hardly an investigation, Mr. Gold. Just harmless research.” I resisted the urge to play with the bow around my neck as that unease seemed to claw at my flesh.

“That you’re willing to steal for.”

“I have very disposable assets,” I pointed out.

“Indeed. So it shouldn’t be a problem for you to make sure that amulet ends up in my hands.”

“I made myself clear, Mr. Gold. It is off the table.”

With Thomas gone, he stepped close enough so that I could smell the wood smoke and fir needles on his jacket. “Not if you want to keep your ‘research’ secret,” he said, and I swallowed again against a knot laced now with the faint trace of bile. “I will take the amulet. Free of charge.” He winked at me. “And you will not pry about myself or Polly again. And I will not tell your employer that you just lied to his face.”

My blood boiled, and my gaze hardened, but I said nothing. I couldn’t say anything, because he had me cornered like an animal. Only, if I bit back, he would put me down. End me. Ruin my fresh start.

I swallowed my aching pride and bid him a tense farewell before leaving to meet Thomas at the car.

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Girls On Film || Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Steve's absentee parents gift him a camcorder for graduation. What better way to find out how it works than making a sex tape?

Couple: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Rating: Explicit (18+, MDNI)

Content Warnings: explicit smut (f!receiving oral, handjob, p in v sex ft. girl on top), sex on camera, filming a sex tape, lovey-dovey adorable dorks in love

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Your heart soared with pride as Steve walked off the football field towards you, wearing a goofy-looking gown and graduation cap. As soon as he reached you, he lifted you up and gave you a tiny spin, smiling ear to ear.

“You’re looking at a college grad,” he said with a smug smile after he put you down. You beamed at him as he lifted his hand and showed off the shiny gold class ring. “I’m never taking this thing off.”

You grinned, tugging at the graduation gown. “What about this thing? You willing to take this off for me?” You smiled wryly and pressed a kiss on his cheek.

A throat cleared behind you both and you turned, looking at the party and Robin standing with various levels of disgust evident on their faces.

Robin wrinkled her nose in disgust. “Keep it in your pants, please. Or, I guess keep it in your large, nylon zippy robe.” She squeezed between you and kissed Steve on the cheek. “I’m so proud of you, Steve.”

Dustin stepped forward next and gave Steve a big hug— he’d hit a growth spurt since you last saw him and was nearly as tall as Steve. Lucas, Will, and Mike all offered their congratulations combined with complaints about how boring the ceremony was after they got through the H last names.

Max crossed her arms as El wheeled her over, trying her best to be nonchalant. “I can’t see you, but I know you look dumb in that stupid hat.” Steve gave a fake laugh, took the hat from his head, and placed it on hers. “Ew, it’s all sweaty, you jerk.” She smiled despite herself and held the hat against her chest.

Steve wrinkled his nose in a way that told you he was trying his best not to cry. You knew it meant a lot to him that they’d shown up.

“Why don’t we all go for lunch?” You suggested. “My treat.” Not wanting the reunion to end, and not wanting to turn down a free lunch, everyone piled into their cars and headed to Steve’s favorite place.

When you and Steve got into his car, you were greeted by the shrill sound of his car phone ringing. With a furrowed brow, he reached over and retrieved the bulky device from its bag and answered. Even from across the car, you could hear the tinny noise of his mother speaking on the phone.

“Yeah, the ceremony is over,” he said, jaw ticking. “I sent you both the invitation two months ago.” He looked over with an exasperated look, so you grabbed his hand to give a comforting squeeze. “Well, we’re all going to lunch if you can make it.”

You frowned, but didn’t say anything. Despite their apparent lack of care, you knew that he valued their approval and time.

“Oh. Right, I understand.” He sighed deeply. “Well, I appreciate it. Okay. Okay, bye.”

He hung up and sighed, running a hand through his hair. “They, uh, they got double booked. They’re in Buffalo for a conference right now.”

Your gaze softened at the sight of his disappointed expression. “I know they’re proud of you, Steve.” He nodded, but didn’t look entirely convinced. You pulled the hand intertwined with yours up and placed a soft kiss on his knuckles.

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When you arrived at your shared condo, you were greeted by a gift-wrapped box on the porch. You had to help him carry it in through the door, huffing as you both dropped it onto your coffee table.

Steve shrugged off the graduation gown he was wearing and kneeled to unwrap the present. A large card taped to the top revealed the senders, as if that were in question.

“To our firstborn son— congratulations! Love, Mr and Mrs Harrington.” The emotionless text almost made you grimace. You’d never read something more blatantly written by a personal assistant in your life.

“Jesus,” he muttered as he tore away the wrapping to reveal the gift. “This thing must’ve cost a fortune.” You glanced over as he held up a plastic case and found nothing that might have revealed its contents.

“What is it?” You asked, kneeling down beside him and leaning in close. He popped open the case and held up a hulking piece of machinery.

“It’s a camcorder,” he said with a grin. “It’s the best one on the market.”

You raised your eyebrows and tried not to ask what he even needed one of those for. Video cameras were for new parents and aspiring filmmakers, not college grads.

Your own gift felt tiny in comparison, even though you’d been saving for a few months to afford it. Between rent for you and Steve’s condo, groceries, and gas for your cars, it wasn’t easy to have expendable cash to buy nice gifts with.

You stayed quiet as Steve marveled at the fancy gift, holding it up to his face like he was testing how it looked through the viewfinder.

“Gorgeous,” he said, peeking out at you. “I think I found my muse.” You scoffed and covered the camera with your hand even though it wasn’t charged.

“Plug it in and we’ll see how it works later,” you said. “For now… I have a gift for you.”

He sat up, wearing a grin. “Is it lingerie? Is it dinner at The Olive Garden? Is it a bubble bath?” He leaned in and nipped at your jaw teasingly. “C’mon, tell me—“

You giggled as he pinned you down on the rug, peppering kisses on your cheeks. “Steveeee,” you groaned. He finally stopped, hovering over you. “You’re such a spoiled brat.” That made him grin even more. He pecked your lips chastely, then sat back on his knees.

You scrambled to stand up and grinned. “Stay there, alright?” He nodded and you disappeared into your shared bedroom.

Hidden away in your bedside table was a glass trinket box you’d thrifted a few months ago. It was shaped like a heart, with little gold foil embellishments. You couldn’t leave without it. You knew the real gift was inside, but you still hoped that Steve would like the box.

Steve was fiddling with the camera when you stepped back into the living room, trying his best to plug it in to charge. When he saw you, though, he smiled and sat down on the couch, waiting for you to join him.

“It isn’t much,” you insisted as you handed it over. “I hope you like it though.”

He smiled and nudged your cheek with his nose. “Are you joking? This is adorable. I love it. I’m gonna keep all my important stuff in here.”

You smiled and shook your head. “Babe, open it.” He looked sheepish as he lifted the lid, then his expression softened. You watched with a fluttering in your chest as he lifted the chain from the box.

It took months to save up for real gold, and then for the pendants after. Two initials— his and yours. “If you don’t like it, I can take it back and get something you actually w—“

He cut you off with a quick kiss that made your head spin. “It’s perfect. Best gift I’ve ever gotten, hands down. And one year I got Yankees tickets behind the plate for my birthday.” He was quick to put it on, smiling over at you. “How do I look?”

You pecked his cheek. “A million bucks, babe.” He leaned in and gave you a real kiss— deep and intense. You smiled against his lips and melted into his touch. You’d never loved someone the way you loved him.

“Wanna know what’s crazy?” He said after he pulled away. You nodded and he gestured towards the bedroom. “I bought you something too. Stay here.”

You sat patiently as he got up and hurried into the bedroom. You heard scuffling and the sounds of moving drawers until he returned, holding a wooden box.

“Your gift is inside this, by the way,” he teased as he sat back beside you. You watched him with anticipation until he flipped it open and your heart stopped.

“So, uh, I got you jewelry too,” he said softly, or maybe your ears were just ringing.

Inside the box, nestled in the middle of a tiny silk pillow, was a diamond ring.

Like, a diamond ring. The kind you get married with.

“That’s—“

He nodded. “Yeah, it is,” he said, grinning ear to ear. “Will you marry me?”

In lieu of a verbal response, you put the ring on and kissed him like he was your one and only source of oxygen. It felt like it anyway— that if you parted from him even a little you’d cease to exist.

“Yes?” He asked, smiling nervously. “That’s a yes?”

You kissed him again. “It’s a yes, Steve. I wanna marry you.”

———

Steve forgot about the video camera in the excitement of the engagement. Because he had to call Robin’s hotel and let her know, and then she spilled the news to the party, and suddenly it felt like everyone from Hawkins was in the tiny condo.

After hours and hours of catching up and celebrating the day, you and Steve were left alone in a quiet house.

“So… the future Mrs. Steve Harrington…” you turned and rolled your eyes at the sight of Steve holding the video camera that had been charging all night. “Anything you want to say to the camera on the night of our engagement?”

“How do you know I’m not keeping my last name?” You asked as he got closer, putting the lens right in your face. You giggled and ducked out of the way as the lens came close to knocking against your nose. “You’re such a child.”

He grinned. “Alright, give me something to remember this night by. For posterity, baby.”

You smiled wickedly at him before lifting the hem of your shirt, flashing your tits at him and the camera. By the time you lowered your shirt back down, his mouth was ajar. “We are never showing anyone this video now.”

You grinned. “Nuh-uh, baby, this is all for you.” You raised your brows in a challenge and stepped into the bedroom, leaving him to hurry behind you with the clunky machine.

He stood in the doorway, camera focused on you as you slipped off your blouse and skirt. The whirring of machinery inside the camera indicated he was zooming in on your tits. You stifled a laugh at the noise as he zoomed out again, taking in all of you.

“Strip for me,” he directed behind the camera. You gave a wry grin as your thumbs slipped behind the waistband of your panties and dragged them down your legs slowly. “Fuck, you’re so sexy. Gonna put on a show for me?”

You settled on the bed on all fours, back arched as you crawled towards the headboard. Steve groaned at the sight, breath shuddering as you flipped around and spread your legs for him. Without needing instructions, you slipped one hand between your legs and let the other move to your chest, kneading your breast between your fingers.

He moved from the doorway— the magnetic pull of you too much to resist for long. He settled at the end of the bed, the camera so close it made butterflies swell in your tummy. He moved the camera to your hands, one between your legs, teasing your clit and dipping into the pool of arousal at your center, and the other toying with your nipples, the shiny diamond on the engagement ring glinting with each small movement.

“Christ, baby hold the camera—“ he said suddenly, passing it over to you. You laughed as he practically threw it into your hands and you had to scramble to turn it right side up.

You laughed as he tore off his clothes, probably popping some buttons here and there. “Steve, what are you— oh!”

Without hesitation, Steve buried his head between your thighs, moaning at the taste of your juices as he lapped at your pussy. It was a struggle to film him and enjoy the moment, especially since you had to watch him through the viewfinder. But something about capturing something so intimate on film made a thrill run through you.

“Fuck, Steve—“ you moaned, being more vocal than you normally would for the camera. Fuck the neighbors, honestly. It was your engagement night! “Your mouth feels so good, honey.”

His brown eyes peered up at you, at the camera, framed by pretty long lashes. His lips formed a seal around your clit and he sucked lightly, making your legs tremble. Your free hand moved to his hair, tangling in the soft locks as his mouth elicited gasps and moans.

A slick sheen had formed on the tip of his nose, his mouth, and chin from his ministrations. The sight made heat bloom in the pit of your stomach. His eyes fluttered closed as he lost himself in you— relishing in your sounds, your smell, your taste.

A light pat on your thigh was his wordless signal for you to move and accommodate him more. You acquiesced, spreading your legs as much as you were comfortably able to, and he let his fingertips tease at your center.

“Relax for me, baby,” he said, his words vibrating against your clit. He gave the bundle of nerves a light kiss before he looked up at you. “I’ve got you. Just…” He pushed his middle finger into you and you moaned low in your throat, instinctively pushing back against the intrusion. “That’s it. Just like that.”

He was always so gentle with you during foreplay— taking his time to really explore every single spot that he knew made you tick. You shuddered as the pad of his finger pressed against a particularly sensitive spot within you. He knew you like the back of his hand— probably better. He slid a second finger beside the first, coaxing moans and gasps from you as he gave all his attention to your clit and g-spot.

Your thighs trembled as you fought the instinct to close them around his head, the stimulation bordering on too much. The softness of his mouth on you, the press of his fingers against the most sensitive spot inside— making you cum was simply too easy for him. You barely had time to gasp out a breathy “I’m cumming—“ before your orgasm hit you. Your walls gripped his fingers like a vise as he worked you through it, muttering praise against your cunt before he withdrew his fingers completely.

You stared at the ceiling, trying to find your breath. “C’mere. It's your turn,” you said with a grin.

Steve simply shook his head. “Not done.” He moved his mouth back to your cunt, this time without the hungry ferocity. You sighed at the sensation, your legs twitching when the tip of his tongue brushed against your clit. His movements lost purpose with each pass of his tongue until he was practically making out with your pussy.

Your head fell back against the pillows, soft gasps slipping past your lips. Steve moaned against you as you tugged his hair, a furrow forming between his brows. So utterly lost in you that he hadn’t even noticed that he was rutting against the bed for friction.

“C’mere,” you said softly. He pressed a final, wet kiss to your pussy before resting his head on the plush of your thigh. Your stomach flipped as he licked his lips, chasing those last remnants of your taste. He pressed a soft kiss to your belly before crawling up to meet you.

The kiss you shared was hungry and slow. The camera was shoved to the side so you could put your mouth on his— tongues meeting, the tang of your arousal and his spit flooding your senses.

A low moan escaped his lips as your hand snaked between your two bodies, where you took his length into your hand and stroked slowly. His mouth fell open, a small furrow between his brows.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. You smiled up at him innocently and let your thumb glide across his tip. A full-body shiver overtook him, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight. Steve was easy to love all the time, but especially when he was needy. “Switch spots with me.” When you furrowed your brows he nodded towards the camera. “Please?”

When he sat back on his heels, you moved from beneath him and let him settle with his back against the pillows. You were slightly annoyed that he had control of the camera, because goddamn. His thighs were bowed out slightly, cock resting against his stomach. The sight made your heart hammer as you straddled his thighs.

Steve took the camera back into his hands, a wide smile on his face. “Alright, just do what you were doing,” he instructed. “Left hand though.”

You glanced down at your hand and smiled softly. The engagement ring— your engagement ring— glinted up at you. You spit onto your hand and Steve groaned at the sight.

“Haven’t even touched you yet,” you teased.

“Don’t let me stop you.” His voice wavered, revealing just how needy he really was.

He cried out the moment your hand wrapped around his length, head tossed back against the headboard. His cock pulsed in your hand as it glided up and down, aching for more. You leaned down, spitting onto his tip, giving you more slickness to work with.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his chest heaving. You moved your right hand to his balls, kneading them as you focused your attention on the head. “Jesus, look at that fuckin’ rock, huh?”

You rolled your eyes and chuckled wryly. “That’s what you’re thinking about? Not— y’know— the handjob to end all handjobs?” To prove your point, you twisted your hand and let your thumb glide over his slit. He practically whimpered, bucking into your grip.

You redoubled your efforts, relishing in each desperate, whiny noise you were able to elicit. He was getting close— you could feel it in the way he throbbed in your hand, and hear it in the desperate pants and moans passing his lips. Before he could finish, you slowed your pace and let him come back from the edge.

He sat there, arm slung over his eyes, just catching his breath. “Earth to Steve?” You teased, placing a kiss on his tummy. He made a low noise in the back of his throat and took another deep breath.

“Okay, I’m good,” he said, a breathy laugh escaping his lips as he finally lowered his arm and looked at you. “Just needed a minute so I didn’t—“ You giggled as he mimed an explosion, completely unabashed about the effect you had on him.

He grabbed the camera and placed it on the bedside table, doing his best to angle it just right. “Alright… wanna take a ride on the Harrington Express?” He patted his thighs with a smug expression and you groaned in annoyance.

“Steve.”

“Fine. I’ll be so cool. I’ll be totally normal. But just know… you’re marrying a loser.”

You rolled your eyes good-naturedly as you straddled his thighs. “I wouldn’t have it any other way… most of the time.”

He stared up at you like you hung the moon, all doe eyes and heart-shaped pupils. He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, tender and slow, and you hummed contentedly at the feeling.

“I love you,” he murmured against your lips. He moved one of your hands from his shoulder and down to his chest, where his heart thumped steadily. For you.

Your own heart lurched in your chest as a swell of emotions overtook you. “I love you too, Steve.”

You reached between the two of you, taking his cock into your hand so you could position him at your entrance. You breathed slowly through your nose as you sank down— the prep and attention he had given you made the stretch comfortable and bearable, so all you felt was the pleasurable full feeling that he gave you.

Once you were fully seated, you gave an experimental roll of your hips. A moan escaped you at the feeling— as each tiny movement made delicious electricity run along your nerves.

He sat up fully, his chest pressing against yours, holding you firmly against him. “That’s it, baby,” he groaned, cutting himself off to plant wet kisses along your jaw and throat. “Feels so good. Love the way your pussy feels around me.”

He cried out as you began to ride him in earnest, not caring how thin the walls of the condo were. His hands gripped onto your hips and dimpled the plush skin there as he began to meet your thrusts with his own. With each movement, you could feel him getting deeper until you could practically feel him in your guts.

“Steve,” you gasped out, meeting his gaze as he fucked up into you. The sound of his name seemed to spur him on.

“Say it again,” he demanded. “Touch yourself while you do,”

You whimpered at the tone of his voice, snaking a hand between your bodies to toy with your clit. Your limbs felt like jelly as he continued to fuck the life and brains out of you. “St-Steve, fuck, baby,” you cried between the hiccup-y sobs of pleasure that were punched from your lungs.

“Fuck, you’re squeezin’ me so tight. Not gonna last like this.”

“Don’t,” you managed. “Cum for me. With me.” You leaned in and kissed him in a way that felt like more saliva than lips.

When you pulled back, he nodded, forehead pressed against yours as you both worked each other over the edge. Your vision was spotted with pinpricks of light while he worked you through it, his moans distant in your ears.

You were both panting, nearly tacked together with sweat as you came down. You chuckled lightly as you tilted your head to look at him. “That was one hell of a celebration.” He intertwined your fingers and placed a kiss on your ring finger.

“And we have the rest of our lives to do it again, and again, and again, and ag—“

You shut him up with a kiss. You figure that for the rest of your lives, that’s always going to work.

It does.

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No Negotiations (Thomas Shelby x Reader - One shot)

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

Word count: 1807

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

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

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

It was empty.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was necessary.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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if you still need inspo, grumpy when the lionesses won the euros?

WINNER, WINNER! — alessia russo x child!reader

was gonna post this on monday to get over sunday nights hurt but for some reason i didn’t? dunno if i really like this but one but it’s cute ig.

also im getting through my requests slowly but surely just as a heads up for anyone who may have requested something and it hasn’t been posted yet, i promise its in the works🙃

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"look tiny! there's mummy!" gio pointed out to the sideline where sure enough alessia was warming up, just about to be subbed into the match with her best friend ella around 55 minutes into the match.

you waving to her very enthusiastically, a wide grin on your face as alessia waved back as she had a similar smile on her face, blowing you a quick kiss before taking off her sub bib and taking her coat off readying herself to take the pitch.

you were sat just a little behind the dugout, it was the first time you were this close to the pitch, usually being up in a box where the players on the pitch would look incredibly small from up where you'd usually sit in wembley.

but nevertheless you were sitting proudly with your england shirt on russo on the back in big capital letters with of course non other than the number 23 splayed on your back. ear defenders sitting tightly on your head, keeping out the loud crowds which were chanting along.

allowing you to enjoy the match without getting upset that your ears were hurting from the loud screams. you didn't have the vaguest clue of what was going on, but you were happy to be surrounded by your family and especially watching your mummy play football. that was the most important thing and one of if not your favourite thing to watch.

the game carried on and you carried on chanting when you saw your uncles chant as well as cheering when you needed to.

until it happened.

the stadium erupted, the screams and cheers were so loud that some of the noise actually made its way through your ear defenders. all you could hear was your uncles and your grandparents screaming that they'd won.

you didn't know what they'd won, but you were happy nevertheless. maybe they'd won a chocolate bar, and then maybe mummy would be able to share some with you, in your mind that would be pretty cool if that was what happened cause whenever you did something good or won a small game at your football team mummy would get you a small chocolate bar for afterwards.

your mummy claiming it was a way to add some energy back into your body after running around for so long, you didn’t care the importance of it, you were getting a chocolate bar and that’s all that mattered.

but instead after the whistle blew, the girls didn't win a big chocolate bar as instead there was a stage being wheeled onto the middle of the pitch.

"what that for?" you asked pointing to the people who were bringing the stage up onto the pitch for the award ceremony.

"so that the girls and your mummy can get their medals!" luca beamed, as you sat confused now. "so they don't win any chocolate?" you asked innocently playing with the match program in your hand, a laugh coming from both luca and gio.

a frown appearing on your face, one for mummy not winning any chocolate but two for the fact your uncles were laughing and hadn't included you in the joke.

"tiny, they don't win chocolate. they'll get a shiny gold medal" gio says in between laughs at your cuteness, you pulling a face at the sound of a gold medal.

"dat sounds boring." you pulled an unamused look as gio and luca then try to explain to you the importance of the win today, but really it just flew in one ear and out the other as you caught the eye line of ella and georgia sending them a big wave and a grin, the two girls sending you an equally enthusiastic wave and grin.

"can i see mummy now?" you turned to your nonna who knew you were sitting on, the girls lining up to get their medals. waiting in the german team to finish up getting there's.

"she'll be over once they've done this part, i promise" carol smiled at you as you nodded, your nonna never broke a promise to you so your turned your attention back to the pitch. as you waited patiently, watching each girl go up onto the stage and shake the line of hands of people that apparently were very important before the medal was placed around their necks.

and your nonna stuck to her promise, as soon as the trophy was lifted and the fireworks and confetti came shooting into the air as well as the photos had been took with the trophy. alessia was jogging over, medal around her neck in your direction.

"mummy!" you cheered as she reached the barrier, hugging her brothers and parents before your basically jumped into her arms.

"look!" mummy showed you her medal and it was just like the one your uncles had just been describing to you, shiny and gold with a purple ribbon. you giggling at yourself and the funny faces which you could see of yourself in the medal.

"see it's not so boring is it!" gio pointed out as you shook you head still making funny faces which were all distorted in the shininess of the medal.

"do you want to wear it?" your mummy asked, one hand on the purple hand that was around her neck as you nodded, alessia quickly taking the medal off and placing the heavy medal around your neck.

a big smile appearing on your face as you were still surrounded by your family. "oh let me take a photo!" carol got out quickly, getting her phone from her pocket and taking a few photos of your mummy and you with the medal.

you sat in your mummy's arms as she spoke to carol, telling her that you would see them soon as mummy walked to into the center of the pitch where all the confetti was and the rest of the team.

"mummy?"

"yes baby" she smiled at you as you had a small look of confusion on your face, "is this what you won?" you asked holding up the medal in your hand, the gold plated medal already being bigger than your hand.

"yep, it's pretty cool isn't it" mummy said with the same smile that had not left her face all day, you nodding in agreement.

"but do you not win any chocolate cause gio said you wouldn't" you frowned a little, you thought that a big chocolate fountain would be cool, plus when you won a little tournament mummy would always buy you chocolate bar as a reward.

"oh lovie, we won a big trophy i'll show you it later. but if you want chocolate there'll be plenty at the after party i'm sure i can get you some" mummy explained as your frown turned into a small smile as you approached the other girls on the pitch.

you mood perking back up, you were getting your chocolate reward and you'd been given your mummy's cool medal so life right now was pretty cool.

"TINY!" ella yelled for you, as alessia placed you on the ground as you ran towards her.

"oo that's a cool medal you've got!" ella held up the medal inspecting it as if it wasn't the same gold medal that hung around her neck, you nodding "it's not mine, it's mummy's!" you cleared up as ella gasped in disbelief.

"your telling me that they didn't get our biggest player a medal?" ella asked her voice over exaggerated as you shook your head, the medal still hanging around your neck.

"no, but mummy said she'll get me some chocolate afterwards" you smiled, you weren't letting the chocolate be forgotten about by anyone.

"oh, well that's way better than a silly medal!" ella scoffed playfully as you nodded enthusiastically as you both began to list off your favourite chocolate.

alessia being left to do a small few interview with reporters on the pitch before going around and congratulating some of her teammates she hadn't seen after the final whistle due to running straight to where you were after the whistle.

you and ella found your own fun though, roping mary in to join as you began to have a confetti fight. ella trying to show your how to slide on your knees although you weren't the best at it as you wouldn't have the best run up and instead face plant the pitch, you confidently saying it didn't hurt - although the small red scuffs on your knees said differently.

"mummy look at me" you giggled as you were covered in silver and gold confetti. it sticking in your hair and on your cheeks.

a warm smile came from alessia as she crouched down to your height, "how has that happened?" she asked with a small laugh. she knowing exactly how it happened after watching you play with ella and mary in the confetti but never the less loved hearing your side of the story.

"me and mary were rolling around, like this!" you yelled over the loud noise that was still in the stadium, pulling your mummy over to the ground where the confetti was, you beginning to roll around just like you'd done with mary and ella a few minutes ago, the confetti sticking to your face and clothes.

"you do it mummy!" you sat up for a minute begging mummy to join you as she watched on, mummy looking unsure.

"go on less have some fun with the little one!" mary urged as she joined you in the fun of throwing and rolling around in the confetti. alessia huffing playfully before joining the two of you.

a moment alessia would cherish for the rest of her life, a moment where the camera didn't matter, a moment where she was in her own little bubble making memories with you and her friends.

a moment that would never and could never be forgotten.

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