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soleilceirinen · 9 months ago

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The older I get | Shelby family x sister!Reader Modern AU

Summary: after being away for years, you must return to Small Heath to face the loss of a beloved one. But, will you be able to forgive the past and leave it behind? A/N: English is not my first language, sorry in advance if something makes no sense. Warning: death of a family member, angst. Words: 3.1k

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"Y/N? Honey, are you still there?" Lizzie's soft voice echoed through the phone.

"Yes, thanks for calling," you said, fighting back the urge to cry. "Hey, why hasn't he called me?"

Lizzie sighed tiredly. "He's busy with work. Besides, he wanted someone else to tell you in case you didn't take it well."

"How the hell am I supposed to take this?" You asked with anger filling your veins. It wasn't Lizzie's fault and it wasn't fair to take out your frustration on her but you couldn't help it.

"I know," she conceded, "but you know your brother, he's having a hard time. Everyone's having a hard time."

Despite the lump in your throat, you nodded. Of course you understood but that didn't make you feel any better. Your Aunt Polly had just died and you had to find out through your brother's ex-wife.

"Thank you for taking the time to call me, see you tomorrow, well in a few hours," you hung up the phone and threw it hard against the mattress, it bounced several times before falling to the floor. The noise that the device made when it hit the ground resonated like an explosion in the silence of the night.

The tears you had been holding back rolled freely down your cheeks. You fell down on the bed, burying your face in the pillow and letting out a choked sob.

It was too late to go to Birmingham, or too early, depending on how you looked at it. In a few hours you would take the first train so you could attend the funeral. You weren't sure what scared you more, facing the reality that Polly was gone or being in the same room with all your siblings again after seven years apart.

Since you couldn't fall asleep in the remaining hours until dawn, you packed some clothes and personal items, not many because you didn't plan to stay in Birmingham for too long, and tidied up your room. Cleaning would keep your mind busy.

The train ride was a fucking nightmare. Despite it being so early, your car was full of people, people with children who couldn't stop screaming and running between the seats. Wasn't anyone capable of teaching their children some manners? The boy right behind you had been kicking the back of your seat for more than twenty minutes, the damn thing.

Taking a deep breath, you rested your head on the window as you watched the landscape and tried not to think. The soft rattle of the train rocked you as if trying to comfort you. However, it was not that simple. Memories of your childhood in Small Heath flooded your mind, some of them good, some others the kind you would have liked to banish from your memory. The kind of ones that made you take the decision to put some distance between you and your family in the first place.

Finn and you, as twins, were the youngest with a considerable age difference compared to the rest of your siblings. Due to family problems, your parents had always been absent from your life, so your Aunt Poll practically raised you as her own. Polly was the closest thing you had ever had to a mother figure.

Your childhood and adolescence weren’t easy. Deep down you felt bad for thinking like that, you knew that your older brothers had had it worse while your father still lived with them, but still. As a teenager nothing seemed fair.

It was all screams and arguments, a house immersed in violence. Aunt Polly began to drink more and more, Arthur only thinking of his drugs or who knows what, which caused more fights. When the shouting started you used to run to your room and close the door, getting into bed, covering your head with a blanket and listening to music at full volume until your ears hurt.

And then you prayed just as Polly had taught you. You prayed that you would fall asleep and wake up with another family, a normal family where no one screamed or came back in the middle of the night beaten up and covered in blood.

You wiped away the tears falling down your cheeks with the back of your hand as you noticed a little girl staring at you.

"Why are you crying?" she asked in a squeaky childish voice.

Before you had time to make up any excuse a man who must have been her father spoke out loud, clearly making fun of you.

"She broke up with her boyfriend, right, pretty face?"

The look you gave him could rival Tommy's. No one would hesitate to say that you were a Shelby. Slowly, his smile faded from his face and he looked away embarrassed, grabbing the girl by the arm to make her return to her seat.

When you finally got off the train, your eyes were swollen and your nose was red from crying. You took a couple steps through the station and then stopped. Who were you looking for? You didn't even know if anyone was going to pick you up.

“Y/N!”

Turning around, you looked everywhere trying to find who was calling you. They could be calling someone else but the voice was too familiar to be a mistake. And then you saw him, a few metres from the entrance, greeting you with his arm and a huge smile.

"Hello, Isaiah," you said with a small voice. He wrapped his strong arms around you in a tight hug and you buried your face in his chest, a position similar to the one you two shared the last time you said goodbye.

"How are you?" He asked when you stepped away but he immediately rolled his eyes. "Sorry, that was a stupid question."

"It's okay, I'm fine. What about you?"

He shrugged. "Great, given the circumstances. I have the privilege of picking up and bringing home the princess of Small Heath," he joked, winking playfully.

You hit him on the arm, of course not hurting him. You followed him only to stop next to the car, he took your bag and put it in the trunk. Once inside, Isaiah pulled out and placed his cell phone on your thigh. "You can choose the music."

The ride was quiet, both of you listening to your favourite songs and humming or making up the lyrics from time to time, like when you were teenagers and ran away from home along with Finn.

"Why did you come to pick me up at the train station?"

Isaiah glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, not really taking his eyes off the road and remained silent for a few seconds. "Why, am I not enough for you?" he joked, in an attempt to light up the mood.

"I won’t hit you because you're driving" you murmured, he laughed softly. "My brothers, why have none of them come? I know Ada was busy with the kids, she texted but they haven’t even talked to me.”

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I don't know. You should talk to them about that. You've been away for many years, they've changed."

You nodded silently. It had started to rain. "Sure. Thanks for coming to pick me up, Isaiah."

He squeezed your leg. "You know I'll always be there for you."

The rain was now pouring fiercely as a reflection of your current mood.

Everything in the house screamed Polly, every corner reminded you of your childhood. It would always keep fascinating you how a simple scent could bring you back in time so easily. Blinking rapidly, you tried to clear your cloudy sight. Ada stepped in front of you, hugging you and murmuring comforting words in your ear and you leaned into her. You had missed her so much in the past few years.

As a little girl you felt devotion towards your only sister. You wanted to spend time with her, sometimes you stole her make up and she ended up mad at you because of it. The rest of the time she just pushed you away, not wanting to babysit you. Back then you thought it was unfair but now you understand, Ada was a teenager and she wanted to go out with her friends and her boyfriend, not staying at home with two little kids.

However, as you got older, it was more and more common for your sister to call to include you in her life.

"Will you stay with me and the children? Hey, Y/N. Are you listening to me?"

You looked at her worried face and nodded. “Yeah, thanks Ada. I don’t want to spend more time here than necessary.”

Ada rubbed your arm as she gave you a sympathetic look. “I know, dear. Have you seen the others? Or Polly?”

Your heart jumped against your ribs with fury. “No, not yet.”

“Y/N!” Arthur called out, striding towards your direction. He stopped a step away from you, undecided whether to give you a hug or not. He looked thinner than you remembered. Actually, he looked older. You were the one who stepped forward and hugged his slender body. He reciprocated right away, burying his face in your hair and sobbing.

“It’s okay, Arthur” you whispered against his chest.

Taking a step back, you stared at him once again, mentally thanking that he wasn’t the one picking you up from the train station. He was a total mess.

Somehow, seeing your older brother like that sent a pang of guilt directed to your guts. Arthur used to be energetic, fierce and chaotic, but this man in front of you was nothing like that. He seemed like he needed a warm blanket and a cup of tea, and maybe sleeping for a couple days without worries.

“Arthur, why don’t we go and talk to Lizzie?” suggested Ada, linking her arm with his and pulling him away. He smiled at you with his blue eyes filled with tears and reached to grab your hand but Ada didn’t let him do it. “Let's give Y/N some space, alright?”

You had been holding your breath without realising it. As soon as they left you alone you let out the air, feeling your lungs deflate. Throughout the house you could hear children screaming while playing, unaware of the sadness that filled the air. They were your nephews and nieces. Mostly John’s kids. You wondered if he was a good father now. When you were ten years old he used to make you watch horror movies such as The Exorcist or It, and then he laughed when you cried terrified at night.

The lump in your throat became more noticeable, you needed to get out of there.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Finn and Isaiah talking quietly to Michael and a blonde girl you didn't know. Avoiding crossing glances with them, you headed to the kitchen looking for the door that led to the backyard. If you did, you would have to stop and talk to them, exactly what you didn't want to do at that moment.

You weren’t expecting to see Polly’s coffin in one of the rooms so you turned your face away when you walked by its door, almost running until you reached the knob of the door that led to the backyard and turned it, opening the door and stepping outside. The chill wind helped to cool down your feverish cheeks.

After closing the door behind you, you leaned against the cold wall, eyes closed, trying to calm yourself down.

I'm sorry I didn't come sooner, you thought, placing a hand over your heart. I'm sorry for not saying goodbye to you, Aunt Polly, for not taking time to tell you how much I loved you. I was angry with all of you. I'm sorry, I promise to think of you and to not forget your name. Polly. Elizabeth Gray.

Letting out a choked sob, you opened your eyes. You didn't know if Polly was able to hear you, wherever she was now, but you sincerely hoped that your message would reach her somehow.

Someone clearing their throat made you jump. To your right, leaning against the wall just like you was Tommy, taking long drags on a cigarette, as if his intention was to suck the life out of it. "Damn Tommy, you scared the hell out of me! What are you doing here?" you yelled at him, brushing your hair out of your face and furiously wiping away your tears.

He shrugged and let out a puff of smoke. “Same as you.”

His voice was deep and hoarse, like if he had been crying. He used to be really close to Polly and now that you thought about it, it made sense. Just like Arthur, his appearance surprised you.

In your memories Tommy was a young man with his freckles and blue eyes, the dark hair slightly curled at the ends when he let it grow and an encouraging smile that he only reserved for you and your siblings. That was the brother who taught you how to ride a bike and how to swim in the canal, how to take care of horses during the summer breaks and the one who used to tell you stories with funny voices whenever you couldn’t sleep at night.

There was almost nothing of that brother in the man in front of you. Tommy was old. It had been around seven years since you moved away to go to university but time had hit him hard. He was in his forties now and his hair was turning grey in some parts, the wrinkles much more noticeable as well as the deep dark circles under his eyes.

He threw the remainder of the cigarette on the floor and looked at you thoroughly, as if he were analysing you from head to toe. A mix of emotions crossed his face but you weren’t sure to be interpreting them correctly, such as a slight panic, a bit of sadness and finally something similar to approval.

“You look good,” he stated, “how is school? Everything alright?”

Your eyes filled with tears once more but this time you didn't hold them back. All the rage that had been growing inside of you since Lizzie called you a few hours earlier came out freely. “I’m not in school anymore Tommy, I’m a PhD student and I’m writing my fucking thesis so don’t talk to me as if I were a stupid child.”

He seemed taken aback by your sudden anger. “It wasn’t my intention to make you feel like that” he apologised before clearing his throat, raising an eyebrow, “but if you haven’t noticed, you’ll always be a kid to me.”

Tommy didn’t let you say anything back, continuing with his speech. He wasn’t looking at you, instead, he stared at some point far away in the distance.

“When you were born I was the first to hold you in my arms. You were so tiny, I could carry your little body with both my hands. Finn started gaining weight so damn fast but you didn’t and we thought you’d never make it” he pursed his lips as you listened in silence, although you had heard him telling you this story many times when you were younger. “Every hour we had to feed you a bottle of formula and it was no bigger than my finger” he pointed his index finger in front of you as a measurement. “It seemed like a toy. But it worked, just look at you now.”

He turned to you and wiped your tears with his callous hands.

"Tommy, why didn't you tell me Polly was so sick?" you asked quietly, grabbing his wrists.

"You knew she was sick."

"Yes, but not enough to..." To die, you wanted to say, but the words got caught at your throat.

Your brother sighed and when he looked at you again, he seemed more tired than ever.

"I didn't want to worry you unnecessarily. You have your life far from here, you yourself wanted it that way. Your priority is your studies, let me finish," he said, pointing a finger at you authoritatively. "What happened to Poll was so sudden, none of us expected this to happen and it has been a hard blow for everyone."

“I didn’t say goodbye to her,” you muttered.

Tommy held you against his body, hugging you tightly. “Me neither.”

You looked up at him, scrutinising his face. The rim of his eyes was red and his bottom lip trembled a little despite his attempt to hide it. He seemed somehow fragile.

“Oh, Tommy,” you whispered, throwing your arms around his neck and letting him bury his face on your shoulder. You felt the wetness of his tears as you caressed the back of his head. “Next time something like this happens, let me know. Call me and I’ll come. I’m not a kid anymore, I’m part of this family too and I can help. You don’t have to go through stuff on your own. Alright?”

As he nodded slightly with his face still pressed against your shoulder you felt the sudden realisation that you had been mistaken most of your life. All you wanted to do was run away from your family in order to be happier, thinking that they wouldn’t need you after living through your whole childhood feeling like a burden, like someone whom they had to take care of.

For years you had hated them because it seemed that they enjoyed being miserable day and night, continuously fighting with each other… you never stopped to think about the reasons behind all those arguments or their actions. But you were older now and life had taught you that we are all humans and we all make mistakes.

Now everything was different. For once you were the strong one, able to stand by their side to support them. This bunch of sad and broken people were your family and they needed you just as much as you needed them.

Sometimes it was better to put some distance in order to see things from a different perspective, to heal, you realised as you held the shadow of the man who used to be like a hero to you during your childhood. At the end of the day you would always come back to the place where you belonged. The only thing you regretted was not figuring it out sooner.

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madhatterbri · 9 months ago

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Safe | W.O.

Summary: Will's enemy takes something very precious to him. His enemy won't live to make that mistake again. This is based on Will being in the same time period as the Peaky Blinders. ❤️

Author's Note: Starting up an AU series. Let me know if there is someone you all have in mind. Of course, Hangman is gonna be in it.

Warnings: Torture, blood, death, cursing

Proceed with caution.

Pure fiction starring Will, Kenny, Sammy, and Konosuke.

Y/N looked out the window of her home. The village streets were quiet except for the few farm animals running around. The inhabitants of the small village were secured in their homes. They didn't want to be caught by the wrong sorts. People taken this time at night were usually found with their throats slit in the morning. Fortunately for her, she was waiting for the wrong sort.

Will Ospreay was coming to visit her from Essex. He made sure to visit during the weekends. A knock on the door alerted her of his possible arrival. She turned to look at the clock on the wall. He was a little early, but she didn't mind. More time with him was never frowned upon.

"Coming," she called happily. She rushed to the door and opened it. Two men in suits stood before her. A cigarette hung loosely on one of their lips. He took one last drag before flicking the cigarette to the ground.

"You Y/N L/N?" The man asked, cracking his knuckles. She wasn't sure how to answer the question. She had only met Will's men a few times. Surely, they would know who she was if they were looking for her.

"May I help you?" She asked deflecting the question with another question. The two men looked at each other with a smile before rushing into her home. She screamed in fear. "What is this about?"

"You coming with us, little lady," one of the men grabbed her arms, placing them behind her back. She struggled to try to slip out of their hold. "Be a good girl and hold still,"

Y/N thrashed around, trying to push them off of her. The man in front of her was close to her head. She headbutted his nose, causing it to break on impact. Blood gushed out of the broken nose. His nose began to swell immediately as a bruise formed. He let out a series of curses while the man holding her arms laughed.

"Wrong move, bitch," the man with the broken nose growled. He punched Isabelle in the stomach causing her to double over in pain. The man's fingers snaked through her hair and pulled her back up. She yelped in pain as she stared into his eyes.

"We were going to play fair, little wench. Good night," he smiled. The man brought his other hand back and struck the right side of her face. Her body went limp as she lost consciousness.

Y/N started moving her head slowly. The world felt as if it was spinning around her. Throbbing pain from her head reminded her of her situation. She opened her eyes to see darkness. The rough fabric of a sack blinded her vision. The captured remained quiet, trying to listen for any sounds. Men were talking around her, but none of them sounded like Will. She wasn't sure if they knew that she woke up. The talking suddenly ceased. The rough sack was removed from her head, allowing her to see.

Her left eye scanned the occupants of the dimly lit room. Her right eye was swollen shut. No doubt a parting gift from the man she headbutted earlier. Three men stood around a table whispering. They were dressed in suits with long coats. They could easily pass as Will's men. Fear coursed through her veins. She turned her head and noticed the table of knives around them.

"Who are you? Why am I here?" She asked slowly still trying to get accustomed to her surroundings. The two men from before stood at either side of her. Their hands were placed roughly on her shoulders.

"We hear you got friends, miss. Friends that a lady like you shouldn't be havin'," the leader smiled and grabbed her chin roughly. Y/N studied his face. A beard and mustache covered a good portion of his face. The skin that could be seen was covered in scars and fresh cuts. Will talked about him before. His name was Kenny Omega, and he didn't mind roughing up men, women, or children to get information.

"I haven't got any idea what you are on about. I am a girl from the village," she gulped.

"The pretty ones always play dumb. They don't stay dumb for long when I show them my friends," he sighed and motioned his head towards the table. Kenny let go of her chin roughly. Different instruments started to click together as he moved them. He hummed to himself while looking through the contents that lay on the table. Y/N tried to move, but the men on her sides held her steady.

"I don't know nothing," she attempted to resist the men holding her. Their grip on her shoulders intensified.

"Last chance little girl. Bruises go away, but these are forever. You will find that life isn't as kind to the deformed," he pointed at the different scars across his face. He grabbed a knife. No doubt this utensil was used before in previous attacks. He smiled at the knife upon seeing his reflection. "This will do,"

He walked over to her and placed the knife against her cheek. The sharp tip cut into her skin, causing drops of blood to fall. She screamed in pain.

"What do you want to know?"

"Tell me about Will Ospreay," he answered. "And no lying,"

"We grew up together,"

"Is that all?" He asked with a smirk. "Why does he come to the village to see you?"

"He is just visiting me,"

"Wrong answer," he sighed. "And you were doing so well."

Kenny motioned to the man next to her. She could feel the man smiling next to her. Her arm was grabbed roughly and positioned on display for the madman. The knife was placed firmly against her arm. A series of pleas for him to stop echoed throughout the room. He dug the blade into her skin before sliding the knife across her arm. She screamed in pain again. Blood started rolling down her arm.

"This is one of the many perks about this job. I can smell lying," he smiled, licking the blood from the blade. Y/N attempted to resist their hold again to no avail.

"We are... lovers," she gulped as tears poured down her cheeks. Doubts of seeing him again started to toy her mind. He warned her about the life she was getting into by being with him. The money and jewelry came with a price, and she was currently paying for it.

"I know, little one. Another perk is paying people to give me the information I want. Your dear little friends were more than willing to give me the information I needed for a few mere pounds," he stared at her eyes. "I left a note in your house on where to find you. He has two options: let his whore die or risk himself to save her. I think we both know which he will choose,"

Y/N was slipping in and out of consciousness. Every time she passed out, they splashed her with water to keep her awake. Her body felt battered and bruised. She could feel hope in Will rescuing her, starting to fade away.

"Please let me go. I have told you everything I know. I won't tell a soul what happened here," she begged once more for her release.

"Oh, I know, little one," he motioned for the men to grab her head. A man grabbed her hair and pulled back. She yelped from the sudden movement. The two men worked together to keep her mouth open. "Unfortunately, you won't be speaking again. Maybe we will even add a little smile. Whores are so much prettier when they smile," The knife came closer to her mouth.

"Step away from her, bruv!" A loud yell sounded throughout the room, followed by a gunshot. One of Kenny's men fell to the ground, dead from a gunshot to the chest. Konosuke stood at the door. His dark hair is wild to signal that he has been in a fight. Bruises and cuts cluttered his face. He wore a suit and long coat.

"A one-man army," Kenny chuckled and placed a cigarette on his lips. He lit the cigarette and took a puff. "And not even the right soldier,"

"Wrong, Omega," Will spoke from behind him. He took off his cap and slapped Kenny in the face with it. Sharp razors tucked inside the cap sliced open his face. He grabbed his face and fell to the floor, screaming in pain. The other man holding her started to run from the scene. Sammy Guevara appeared and shot the man attempting to escale. The dead man fell to the ground with a thud. Will balled up his fists and punched Kenny until he was no longer moving.

"Let's get you out of here," Will stated and turned his head to look at her. His clothes were bloody from a mixture of his blood and those of his enemies. He kissed her softly as she started to sob. "You are safe now. I've got you,"

#fanfiction #aew fanfiction #aew alternate universe #aew au #will ospreay x reader #will ospreay x y/n #will ospreay x you #will ospreay #will ospreay fanfic

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peakyswritings · 8 months ago

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Tommy Shelby x OC Nina Ferrante. Peaky Blinders x Hunger Games crossover.

A/N: here’s a little something from my Hunger Games!AU. Still not sure about turning this into a series or keep it as a series of blurbs.

Run.

That was all Nina could think of as the bell rang, signaling the beginning of the Games.

Run. Grab something. Survive.

She couldn’t escape the bloodbath, this time. It wasn’t children she was fighting against. It was skilled assassins. She wouldn’t stand a chance without a weapon.

Run. There’s a knife, take it.

She jumped off the platform, her legs moving as if they had a mind of their own. She was a quick runner, she could make it.

Run. Don’t fall into the water.

There was too much water. It splashed on her as the tributes fought among each other, blurring her view, making the ground slippery. But Nina kept on running, her eyes fixated on the target. A big knife, sharp enough to cut through the thick material of the uniforms. If she was quick enough, she might be able to go unnoticed. As soon as her feet landed on the platform where the Cornucopia stood tall, she launched herself at the weapon, the contact with the cold metal giving her a faint feeling of safety.

But she hadn’t been quick enough. Something - someone hit her with force, sending her straight to the ground. The impact took the breath away from her lungs, and it took her a moment to register what had happened. Before she could even try to get back on her feet, the tribute climbed on top of her, pinning her against the concrete floor. Her heart started to race as a pair of wide, crazy eyes entered her view. His face was twisted in a mixture of anger, fear and derangement, his lips curled in a grimace as he took the knife from her hand.

She was going to die. He was going to kill her.

Nina reached her hands out, going for his eyes, trying to scratch him, to get him to get off her, but each desperate tentative proved to be more useless than the other. It was as if she was fighting a stone wall. Panic and hopelessness clouded her mind, but the stubborn determination to survive turned into a refusal to yield. When the tribute swung the blade toward her face, she snapped her head to the side, dodging the stab by mere seconds. He raised his arm a second time, but before he could land another blow, he was abruptly pushed to the ground by a brutal force. His screams pierced her ears as whoever it was that had sneaked up on him hit him again and again with a pickaxe.

She sat up, panting, frenziedly looking at her surroundings. She was alive. She was fine.

The same thing couldn’t be said for the tribute, who was lying dead a few feet away from her. She gulped, raising her head to look at the figure towering over her, with his grip tight on the weapon. The familiar blue of his gaze was even more vibrant in contrast with the crimson blood staining his face, and for a second he seemed on the point of saying something.

He would finish her off.

It didn’t matter what they had said to each other the previous night, or how much they had helped each other until then. All of that was gone now. They were not the same people. They were killers.

Nina’s eyes fell on the knife the tribute had taken from her. It was still close to the dead body. It was smaller than the pickaxe, but was lighter, and easier to use. She was smaller, and quicker. She could catch him by surprise. But she had to act, she had no time to overthink. With swift movements she grabbed the knife and got on her feet. She launched herself at Tommy, pushing him against the wall of the Cornucopia and pointing the knife at his jugular. The pickaxe fell from his hand, his breath getting caught in his throat. Time seemed to slow down as they held each other’s gaze, silently daring the other to make a move.

Slit his throat. Do it, before he kills you.

Nina pressed the blade against the pale skin, trying to muster up the courage, but for some strange, messed up reason her own hand refused to obey her. Breathing heavily, Tommy slowly raised his hands, revealing the golden band wrapped around his left wrist. The same identical band she was wearing.

The shadow of a smirk grew on his face as Nina’s fierce expression turned into one of surprise, her hold on her weapon loosening.

“We’re on the same side, sweetheart.”

Tagging the tributes @call-sign-shark @justrainandcoffee @evita-shelby @emotionalcadaver

#peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinder imagine #tommy shelby imagine #hunger games au #hunger games fics

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mischiefmanaged71 · 2 years ago

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In This Moment (7)

Summary: A single moment can spark a magnificent change in a person’s life.

A/N: Peaky Blinders AU! Ewan Mitchell OC x fem! Reader

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The sound of laughter reached her ears as Y/N walked through Tommy’s front door. She shed her coat, the hand on her waist leaving to shut the door behind them. Will took it off her hands, hanging it on the coat rack in the entrance hall. The warmth in the house quickly chased the cold biting away at her face and hands as she glanced around at the twinkling of the decorations in the hall.

“You made it.” Ada smiled, catching her eye from down the hall. Her heels clicked against the floorboards.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Y/N smiled, embracing the woman.

“Glad to see you’re together.” Ada smiled knowingly, glancing at Will stood close to Y/N’s side.

“Hardly leave her side these days.” Will smiled, his mouth curling upwards.

“Tommy didn’t say anything about plus ones, but I just assumed-uh-” he coughed.

“I’m quiet sure the boys would be disappointed had you not have come.”

“I didn’t need much convincing.” Will smirked, glancing down at Y/N.

Y/N gaped at him, withholding a blush as Ada pulled her arm down the hall. “Come along. They’re waiting for us.”

“How long has that been going on?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Ada narrowed her eyes at the woman. “You don’t think I believe that, do you?”

Y/N shrugged, embracing the hyper children running around them with a huff. “Aunt Y/N!”

“Merry Christmas, Karl.” she smiled, crouching down to his height. “I’ve got something for you, but you have to promise one thing.” she hummed, tickling his side. “I’m your favourite, if anyone asks?”

“Yes!” he giggled.

She picked him up off the floor, tucking him against her hip. A figure leaned against the door, watching the interaction from afar with a soft expression. Will watched as she helped Karl rip open the packaging to the gift, revealing the toy as the boy screamed in excitement. The other children ran around the room, the living space filled with the sound of laughter and voices. He watched her fondly, thinking over the pure happiness in her expression as she spoke gently to the children, pulling them into her warm hugs.

The thud of heavy footsteps reached the room, the rest of the boys filtering into the space. A hand clasped his shoulder, bringing Will’s attention back. “Good to see you, Will. Take it that Y/N made sure you got here.”

“Wouldn’t have left without me.” Will replied, clasping Tommy’s arm.

“You’re welcome any time.”

A round of laughter reached his ears before a body launched into his, arms circling his shoulders. “Will! Come at just the right time!” Arthur shouted, Finn’s laughter reaching his ears. “Now the fun can begin.”

“Depends on what you define as fun.” Will retorted.

“Finn, go get the bottles out.” Arthur slinked his arm around Will’s shoulder.

“There’ll be no more of that.” Tommy declined. “You’re already out of it.”

“I’m fine, gotta make sure there’s enough ‘round.” Arthur’s chest shook with laughter, teetering on his feet as he scrutinised him. “How did our dear Y/N/N convince you to come? Didn’t think this would be your scene.”

“You’re pissed, mate.” Will laughed, agreeing with Tommy.

“Ahh, but you didn’t deny it.”

“Leave the lad alone.” Tommy said, clasping Arthur’s shoulder to push him into a seat. The man refused, wobblily on his feet. He almost fell over, if not for Will and Tommy balancing the man. They worked together to settle him into a chair.

A hand brushed his arm, causing Will to draw his gaze to the figure at his side. “Can I grab you for a moment? I need help sorting the cake.”

“No greeting for your host?”

“Merry Christmas, Tommy.” she grinned, fluttering to pull the man into a hug. He gently hugged her, tapping her back as he gestured for them to leave. “Go on.”

“Thanks.” she pulled Will to the kitchen.

“Was that a real request of an excuse?” Will asked as they reached the kitchen.

Y/N flickered around the kitchen, pulling together the necessary items. “I do have to sort the cake.”

“Wouldn’t Ada be more suited to this?”

Y/N narrowed her eyes, laughing as she shook her head. “But I wanted you to help me.”

Will raised his eyebrows, a chuckle leaving his mouth as he circled to stand behind her, closing her into the table. “Right.” he hummed, “Where’s all this confidence coming from?”

“I thought I didn’t have to pretend anymore.”

“Pretend?”

“That my heart doesn’t stop when you walk into a room.” she breathed, glancing up at him through her eyelashes. “That I can breathe when you look at me. You’re handsome and you know it.”

“It’s part of my act, right?” he playfully narrowed his eyes.

“I don’t have to pretend that I’m not in love you.”

A silence filled the air as they breathed each other in. Will was stunned to speak, staring at her with a softened expression. A wonder brewed in his blue eyes, simmering until it poured into into a grey that was only obvious to her. She, who was familiar with the small parts of Will that he had not laid privy for just anyone to see.

“I’ve adored you from the first day.” Will whispered, his voice caressing her ear, “I’ll love you until the last.”

He pressed his lips to her’s softly, patiently as his hands met her waist. Her heart skipped a beat as she felt the all-consuming attention of his touch flutter across her skin. He deepened the kiss, tilting her head upward with his fingers in that way that left her breathless. Her hands circled around his neck, pulling Will impossibly closer in the privacy of the kitchen, ignorant to the party going on outside.

“How long do you think we can stay here?”

“Probably not much longer.” a voice tore them from the moment.

Y/N stared as Polly stood in the doorway, a smirk on her lips. “I see there’s been a development.”

Ever the shy one of the pair, Y/N stuttered and fluttered her hands away from Will’s shoulders. “Pol, we-”

“I’m glad you’re happy.” Polly said, “Joining the party?”

“We’ll come round now.” Will smiled.

Y/N pulled her lips into a tight line, but couldn’t restrain the smile that grew on her lips as Will tugged her by the waist into his chest. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just...different. I’ve never really been with anyone before. Not in this kind of way. Not anyone that they’ve met.”

Will softened, bringing her to his chest. “I’m honoured, then.”

They pulled into the main room, spotting the children settled around a projector a as a film played. The adults were scattered around the couches and tables. Tommy and Arthur looked up at their entrance, catching their intertwined hands.

“About time.” Tommy murmured as they settled on the couch next to him.

Finn slid up behind them, slapping Arthur’s shoulder. “Been waiting for months for one of you to break.”

Arthur sighed, pulling a bundle of notes out of his jacket for Finn, the boy sliding them into his pocket.

“What’s that about?” Y/N asked.

“We had a bet.” Arthur replied, “I thought it was gonna be earlier, but you lot drew it out.”

“I guess I should save my thanks for you both, then.” Will said, turning to her. “Wouldn’t have this job without either of you. Couldn’t have met Y/N, otherwise.”

“You were the best man for the job. And I know you’ll take good care of our Y/N.” Tommy said, recognising that care and reverence in his eyes for her. A look of endearment only reserved for her.

“I will. I always will.” he looked at her. The strum of the music filled the room as it crackled from the Gramophone. An elated sound left her mouth as Y/N grasped Will’s hand.

“I love this song.”

He tugged her to stand, pulling her close as they moved around the empty space. “We’ve got to dance, then. Don’t we?”

Her laughter filled his ears as they crossed the space, a flourish of wild moves and twirls.

Finding the perfect partner was the key, it seemed. The person matched to your wit and charm. The person responsible for that flutter in your stomach, the stirring of nerves and thoughts and feelings that consumed your body and mind. The one person responsible for holding and carrying the weight of your heart.

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mlobsters · 9 months ago

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supernatural s14e1 stranger in a strange land (w. andrew dabb)

pre-ep recap being ac/dc shot down in flames much better fit than metallica's nothing else matters from 13x01 vibe-wise and matching the pace of the clips. good job, guys. and smooth segue to it being on in the car

s14e1 / the matrix

wtf jackles, what is this speaking voice/cadence. reminds me of keanu reeves?? usually when i make really out there sound associations, i'm a little high. but that is not the case today. he's acting more like an agent than neo, but getting the keanu vibes :p i can't think of what movie specifically i'm thinking of. the devil's advocate and constantine are the other two keanu movies i've seen a bunch, but i dunno

never good when i'm pulling a clip in the first few minutes 🥴 gonna be a 2-3 day watch i'm guessing.

also don't really understand the styling choices. i get that it helps make a big visual difference between michael and dean, but like. dude wasn't dressing like this old timey fancy man with a flat cap in the au world. is this 20s-ish? never seen peaky blinders but this seems kinda similar? reading about collar pins and bars now. lol

is this the grief beard i've heard about. well maintained, if so

MARY Sam, we’re gonna find him. Ketch is working that thing in London. Castiel is in Detroit. I know it’s been three weeks since Dean… Something will break. It has to. SAM Yeah. Yeah, you keep saying that.

so like why does sam need to be in charge and involved in this vampire thing with this bunker full of people? they were fully self organized and fighting before they came here. even if sam is de facto leader for whatever reason; delegate, my guy. no help to anyone if you're not sleeping. call jody in, i bet she could talk some sense into him. also vaguely funny that we're all Team Family Go! but the family i connect with the most for them is jody and her girls

CASTIEL Does any demon know where Dean Winchester is? KIPLING I’m sorry, did you just say you lost a Winchester? Because, one -- that’s… interesting. And, two, how is that you lost Dean? I thought the two of you were joined at the… [Kipling glances down in a suggestive way.] …you know, everything.

in a way i wish i could have watched this without any knowledge of fandom because my knee jerk response is, ew. because i just don't see anything between dean and cas, i have a hard time grasping they're even close, i've just tried to accept it because the show tells us all the time. but maybe i could have come around to it more if i didn't know about the screaming zeitgeist that is destiel. or maybe i'd have the same reaction, i don't know. but anyway perpetually disgruntled knowing that my reaction is always colored somewhat due to fandom. i try to watch objectively but i know my feelings on things outside the show color my feelings of stuff inside the show

oh, cas. what have you gotten yourself into this time.

mmmk

SISTER JO Why would he say “yes” to you? MICHAEL Love.

short and sweet

man i know jackles is trying to do something different but i do not enjoy the way he's speaking as michael. ok now i'm getting umm. brad pitt in interview with the vampire?? like when he's talking to what's his face. for the interview. lol. christian slater! kind of slow, flat fairly emotionless narration.

um. how in the world is nick's soul in his vessel? didn't crowley remake it or whatever? or did he not die at any point in the ... 7 years intervening between lucifer dumping him in s5 and getting popped back in during s12

from 12x13 CROWLEY I managed to pervert that spell. So your essence wasn't sent back to the cage, but instead, we found your discarded vessel a few years ago… repaired it, improved it, making it a fitting final home for the real you.

whatever, man. nothing makes sense to me anymore. also thinking about jimmy novak called being possessed by castiel like "being chained to a comet" - for all those years

NICK Ow. I don't get it. I don't understand how Lucifer could die and I could live. SAM Yeah, um… I think that maybe it's because the archangel blades were made to kill the archangel inside a-and not the person they, uh -- NICK Possesses and uses to almost end the world twice?

sure. SURE. that makes sense. not at all how anything else ever works on this show, but sure! i mean, i love mark pellegrino too but come on, guys.

SAM Stop saying that, please. MARY What? SAM “It's gonna be fine,” that everything's gonna be fine, we're gonna find Dean, and -- MARY We are. SAM You don't know that. Dean's gone, and we have no idea where he is or -- or if he's even still alive. You know, Michael could have… burned him out or… worse, and… MARY I know. I know he's out there, scared and alone. I know. I know he might never come back. Never think I don't know that. But -- I can't -- I have to think about the good, Sam, because, if I don't, I will drown in the bad. For Dean's sake, I can't do that. We can't do that.

that's fine and reasonable but it's also reasonable that sam doesn't want to hear a baseless placation.

jack getting a grandpa bobby now too apparently

completely zoning out on this demon monologuing. why did they bring the girl along who isn't a hunter. what happened to the devil's trap bullets? and couldn't they make the bullets made out of the angel blades they had on the au world? because with all the dead angels they surely must have a stockpile. wouldn't get this several minute action sequence with fake tension though so

SAM Enough! There will be no new King of Hell. Not today. Not ever. And if anybody wants the job, you can come through me. Understood? (breathing heavily) So, what's it gonna be?

lol okay

SAM It's the -- It's the magic egg that kicked Lucifer out of the President. I thought we could use it on Michael, but -- Ketch can't find it. So, that's another dead end, which is just awesome.

i'm glad the show remembered because i completely forgot about that thing. thanks for preemptively ruling it out

CASTIEL Sam, are you all right? SAM Yeah, I've been better. I've been worse. You? CASTIEL I'm -- I'm just sorry. I should never have gone to those demons. SAM Cass, I -- No, I-I-I don't blame you. I… Honestly, I-I wish I'd have thought of it first. If it meant finding Dean, I-I'd work with -- I'd do anything.

❤️ take what i can get. (still need to sleep, sammy)

MICHAEL Now, you -- you know exactly what you want. You don't pretend to want to help people or save the world. Your want is pure and simple and clean. And that's why you are worth saving. That's why we are going to work so well together. Because you -- you just want to eat.

LOL what. michael loves vampires!

!! omg lol i just reread my 13x23 with my whole "can't kill michael now that he's wearing dean" is that the whole reason we get pellegrino back as nick, so we can find out that archangel blades don't kill the vessel?? 😂

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 14x01 #spnwhinge #spn clip #andrew dabb

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deceitfuldevout · 2 years ago

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Hidden Treasure (Part 10)

Arranged Marriage AU: Dark!Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader

Warning(s): Drugging, Kidnapping

Author's note(s): Alfie has a surprise for our reader!

For once, during the entire time you’ve spent married to him, Tommy Shelby had fallen asleep first. He spoons you from behind. Allowing an arm to drape over your mid drift. As if his subconscious was afraid of losing you. But it was far too late. Mentally, you were long gone.

You stare out a window while brushing your fingers through his raven locks. He slept just like Charlie. He looked innocent doing so. A child like his had no choice but to be dragged into this lifestyle. You remember the effort Tommy would put, all for the sake of his son’s happiness. He was–is a good father.

You slowly drag yourself out of bed. Careful not to wake him up. You slip into a robe before heading down the stairwell. You couldn’t sleep. Hopefully things will have settled down and Finn would arrive here soon. You pour yourself a glass of water before taking a seat in the kitchen.

Then, all of a sudden, you heard footsteps. It came from the staircase. You follow the sound. Already regretting ever stepping out of bed. You should’ve known Tommy would be up and alert as soon as you tried sneaking out. There was a nervous coil in your stomach. You try your best not to tear up, but the thought of what his next punishment would be terrifies you.

When you reach the stairwell there was no one in sight, “T-tommy? Tommy is that you-” someone holds your shoulder in a firm grip before pulling you towards them. Before you get a chance to scream a hand reaches in, muffling your cries. A familiar voice hushes you, “Shh! It’s me Finn!” he removes his hand to give you time to breathe, “Finn...where’s Charlie?”

“Don’t worry about him, we need to get you out of here,” he leads you out of the house quietly. All thanks to Tommy, who made sure to give each member of the Shelby family a key to his house. As soon as you’ve stepped outside there’s a car waiting outside. The youngest Shelby ushers you in, “Here. take this,” he hands you a bag full of money, “I’ll buy you some time, go,”

“Oh Finn..thank you,” you give him a quick peck on the cheek. He smirks from the sweet gesture. Finn makes sure to wait in the house until he was sure that the car was out of sight. Now the real task was how he would stall his older brother.

Your driver didn’t brother starting conversation. He only kept his eyes glued to the road ahead. A light trickling of rain starts to get heavier by the minute. You try relaxing despite the loud pattering of water hitting the windows. A loud boom of thunders startles you, and suddenly the car stops, “We’re arrived to your destination madame,”

“Thank you...”

This was it. There was no turning back now. Each step you took felt heavier than the next, and before you knew it you were in front of the door. One knock was all it took for someone to answer. When the man had opened the door he made sure to look around for any unwanted followers, “Now what’s this eh?”

“Are you Mr. Alfie Solomons?”

“Who’s asking?”

“I am,"

He tries shutting the door closed but you block it, “Wait! wait please! hear me out! I was sent by a member of the Peaky Blinders! It’s urgent!”

He stops and sighs, “Fucks sake…do the blinders ever sleep? Alright, come in, before you catch a cold,” He opens the door, and you follow him inside. You told Alfie every important detail. From the marriage negotiations to the deal that would unite both of your families, along with the many reasons why you wanted to leave. You hadn’t told him the entirety of your marital discord, only what you were comfortable with sharing.

Alfie nods and adds a side comment every now and then. By the time you were finished he still remained poise as ever, “Fascinating story love it really is.” He looks down to the table, his eyes linger at your cup, “Let me get you another one yeah? You can relax now,” he quickly retrieves the dish before making his way to the kitchen. You let out a long sigh of relief, “Thank you sir,” you would be forevermore grateful to have met this man.

He was a bit rough around the edges, but over all a softie deep down. Alfie stops to take the tray with him on his way to the kitchen. You glance down at the cups. Now realizing what had just happened. Alfie never took a sip from his tea. You stand straight only to take a few wobbly steps away from the man in front of you. He stares your way but not at you. No…it was towards the person standing behind you. Before you could turn around to see who it was you succumb to a deep slumber. The last thing you felt were sturdy arms holding you up.

Alfie looks up to his companion before sitting himself down, “My heart is broken Tommy–you know it really is, I thought we were best friends you and I,” he holds a hand to his chest. Tommy’s patience was running thin, “You took my wife,” he cocks a gun at him, “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t shoot you,”

“Now don’t get it twisted, yeah? She came to me, begging to be taken away from her evil husband,”

Tommy still glaring at the man, tucks his gun away. Alfie shifts in his chair and sighs, “You could’ve at least invited me to your wedding mate,”

During the car ride you slid in and out of consciousness. Those few minutes had felt like hours. When the car stops you start weeping, “N-no, no please…don’t make me go back in there…!” You clutch into his arm and plead for forgiveness. Tommy had to drag you out. Your nails dig into the backseat.

Whatever Alfie had given you made you more hysterical that you’ve ever felt before. You muster all your energy to flail a leg right on his face, causing a crunching sound to come from his nose. He stumbles from the blow. To your surprise, the kick had been harder than expected. But not hard enough to yield his advances. Tommy hauls you into his arms, as if he were parent dealing with a stubborn infant. You were so, so close. Yet it was all for nothing.

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allwaswell16 · 10 months ago

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- 2023 Fic Fest Participation -

Number of fests: 5

Number of fics: 8 out of 13

Favorite fest/fic: @louisrarepairfest because it's mine lol. I get so excited not only to write for it, but of course, to read all the fics that get written for it. It feels like the greatest gift ever! I ended up writing 3 fics for my fest this year. My fav of those is probably: One

Fests you would love to do again this year (if they come back): Obvs @louisrarepairfest and the newly reformed @1domegaverseficfest

Tagging: @voulezloux @enchantedlandcoffee @letthemusicmoveyou28 @justanothershadeofblue @nouies and anyone who wants to do this, just say I tagged you!

Fics & thoughts under the cut

Do You See What I See for @faithinthefutureficfest

T, 2k, Louis/Harry | vet Louis, humor, stray animals

I don't know what to say for myself here. I had already signed up for another song for this fest, but this one didn't have anyone signed up for it so I said I'd write a second fic for the fest. I apologize to SIBWAWC for writing the silliest fic ever for it. I have so so so enjoyed the comment section for this though hahahahaha! Loved everyone's screaming :)

Bitter Ends Turn Sweet for @faithinthefutureficfest

E, 30k, Louis/Harry | songfic, famous/not famous

Well, this is the fic I actually meant to write for this fest lol. The first time I listened to Chicago I was at an 11 waiting to hear what it sounded like and as I listened this whole story appeared in my head. And I was just like...nah, not gonna write a long kid fic, am I? Turns out I did.

All This Time for Knot in my Name (multi-fandom event)

T, 1k, Louis/Harry | omegaverse, flower shop

So this has a complicated backstory that I won't get into lol, but I noticed this event happening to counteract AI and was like ohhh that's very cool and when I went to the collection I saw @louisthiccsexyglitteryass already had fics there and I was like ooh there are already 1D fics there? So then I felt comfortable joining in, too!

On That Note for a defunct fest that is now @1domegaverseficfest

E, 6k, Louis/Harry | omegaverse, office au, epistolary

Someone suggested a prompt based on a Reddit post that I liked about co-workers who only spoke through random notes on their Dropbox folders. And I saw a post on Tumblr about feral omegas and so I put those things together for this. And I really loved the omega friendships in this one. And it was fun to write the little notes that went back and forth between Harry and Louis.

Ace of Hearts for @sevenseasofharryandlouis

E, 10k, Louis/Harry | pirates, sequel

I had been saying I would write the sequel for Ace of Spades for a YEAR when I saw this fest and asked if I could join way after sign ups closed because 1) it fit the theme and 2) a deadline was the only way it was going to get written lol

Crush for @louisrarepairfest

T, 1k, Niall/Louis | co-workers, office

I decided I wanted to write rare pairs I hadn't ever written before and Nouis just felt right for the prompt. I found the prompt on Tumblr about how some office himbos tried to cheer up their co-worker who had just been dumped by her boyfriend. And they thought maybe mac & cheese would help.

Daydream for @louisrarepairfest

T, 2k, Zayn/Louis | girl direction, coffee shop

Another rare pair I'd never written AND I'd never written girl direction before. I got the prompt from a fic I read in another fandom about two strangers who see each other at the coffee shop everyday and what happens after one of them doesn't show up one day. But then I started writing and it all got chaotic and a bit different than that prompt lol. I think it turned out really fun though!

One for @louisrarepairfest

E, 4k, Louis/Tommy Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

SO. Obviously a v rare rare pair. BUT I had been wanting to write Louis/Cillian Murphy for years and couldn't figure out the right story for it. And finally it occurred to me that what I wanted to write was Louis/Cillian's character on Peaky Blinders lol. And then it all fell into place. I really enjoyed writing this as a historical Peaky Blinders fic and playing around with the structure a bit which is why the title is One. You follow Louis from the start, then one month later, then one week later, then one day later, then one hour later...and it actually really worked!

#tag things #my fics #2024fics

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take-it-away-erniee · 1 year ago

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1x1 Fandom Roleplay search Canon x OC

*Edited to include a couple more fandoms!

Hey!

Are roleplay partner search pages still a thing on Tumblr? Or maybe my dumb app isn’t working, so I’m just gonna post it out in the open!

I’m gonna keep this as brief as I can.

Trying to get back into RP after a long hiatus due to life & work.

I am F 25 and won’t RP with anyone under 21+ sorry. Been roleplaying for around 13 years ago now. Started on Quizilla and old YT those were the days man 🥲(also did anyone used to RP through these Platforms? I miss it man I feel like you could always find a partner easily)

I RP through email, Google docs or RPnation (I have no idea how to use discord)

I work full time Mon - Fri so unfortunately I can’t reply as much as I used to, I will always let my partner know if I am too busy to get a reply out but please don’t hound me! I promise I will get to it!

I can write anywhere from a couple of paragraphs to a novel styled response, but NEVER one liners, they’re so dull and I get bored super quick.

I love OOC chat, brainstorming ideas and scenarios, Spotify playlists, TikTok’s, memes, you made an edit for your ship? Send that sh— over!! I live for it! 🫡

I love AU ideas/scenarios and totally up for doing these! The only thing I ask is that the Canon characters don’t act OOC.

Always open to doubling!

Dark themes, angst, drama, complete devastation for our characters? BRING IT!

What I am really craving right now & Love interests:-

🩸Vampire Diaries🩸 - (Klaus Mikaelson)

🪄Harry Potter🪄 - (Draco Malfoy)

Potentially open to:-

🔮 Labyrinth 🔮 - (OC, Jareth) (Always wanted to RP this but could never really think of a plot)

🧪Stranger Things🧪 - (Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson)

💥Marvel💥 - (Bucky Barnes, Wade Wilson

🚬 Peaky Blinders 🚬 - (John Shelby)

🔪Scream (Original)🔪 - (Stu Macher)

🔫 Legend 🔫 - (Reggie Kray)

💰Gossip Girl💰 - (Carter Baizen)

🧚‍♀️Once Upon A Time 🧚‍♀️- (Jefferson - The Mad Hatter) (I haven’t seen past like season 4 but I can research and refresh myself for this!)

💃🏽Moulin Rogue💃🏽 (Christian, OC) (interested in doing this or some au based on it!)

I guess that’s everything!

Hope this catches someone’s eye out there! If you are interested send me a chat! 🌼

#roleplay #roleplay ad #roleplay partner search #canon x oc #fandom roleplay #fandom rp #1x1 roleplay #email rp #google docs #harry potter rp #vampire diaries rp

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ao3feed-larry · 2 years ago

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Loving You Is A Dangerous Game

by wemadeitunderestimated

A pair of brown eyes, bursting from its sockets as his stare widened for the optimistic relief of oxygen. His pale white face coloured with a harsh tint of red; a heat that distributed from his neck. A tension of Louis’ strong hold constricting him closer to lifelessness. He continued to heave in desperation for unclogged airflow. His breaths choking out into little gasps.

His sky blue eyes darkened with rage, squinting with a heightened intensity of anger as his grip locked tighter around the man’s throat. Louis screamed, “Where the fuck is Harry!?”

Peaky Blinders Inspired AU

Words: 2072, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, Niall Horan, Original Male Character(s)

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Engaged Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Top Louis Tomlinson, Bottom Harry Styles, Blow Jobs, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, (Blowies have already been written in the next chapter that is still to be finished and released.), (I promise. It's cumming.), (I'm not 12 but I did just make that joke.)

via AO3 works tagged 'Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson' https://ift.tt/Za12Eq6

#author #larry stylinson #larry fic #ao3 feed larry #Loving You Is A Dangerous Game #<p>by <a rel= href

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findyourrp · 1 year ago

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Hey there!🌻

Currently trying to get back into RP after a long hiatus and still looking for partners! ☺️

I am 25 and prefer that my partners be at least 21+, sorry. Started roleplaying around 13years ago now on Quizilla and old YouTube those were the days man 🥲. I RP through email, RPNation, Discord or Google docs!

I am also looking for canon x oc for my side but happy to write oc x oc or canon x canon for yours!

I can write anywhere from a couple of paragraphs to a novel styled response.

I love OOC chat, brainstorming ideas and scenarios, Spotify playlists, TikTok’s, memes, you made an edit for your ship? Send that sh— over!! I live for it! 🫡

I love AU ideas/scenarios and totally up for doing these!

Always open to doubling!

Dark themes, angst, drama, complete devastation for our characters? BRING IT!

What I am really craving right now & Love interests:-

🩸Vampire Diaries🩸 - (Klaus Mikaelson)

🪄Harry Potter🪄 - (Draco Malfoy)

Potentially open to:-

🔮 Labyrinth 🔮 - (OC, Jareth) (Always wanted to RP this but could never really think of a plot)

🧪Stranger Things🧪 - (Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson)

💥Marvel💥 - (Bucky Barnes, Wade Wilson

🚬 Peaky Blinders 🚬 - (John Shelby)

🔪Scream (Original)🔪 - (Stu Macher)

🔫 Legend(2015) 🔫 - (Reggie Kray)

💰Gossip Girl💰 - ( Carter Baizen)

🧚‍♀️Once Upon A Time 🧚‍♀️- (Jefferson - The Mad Hatter) (I haven’t seen past like season 4 but I can research and refresh myself for this!)

💃🏽Moulin Rogue💃🏽 (Christian, OC) (interested in doing this or some au based on it!)

I guess that’s everything! :)

If you are interested please send me a chat we can take it from there!🌼

#rp finder #18+ rp #fandom rp #fandom roleplay #marvel rp #scream rp #peaky blinders rp #gossip girl rp #stranger things rp #once upon a time rp #labyrinth rp #rp

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castieltrash1 · 2 years ago

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peakyswritings · 6 months ago

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The Danger We Come From

A Peaky Blinders x Hunger Games crossover

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Nina Ferrante

CHAPTER VI

Summary: During her Games, Nina starts figuring out that the Arena might be more deceitful than she originally thought. However, even the most insidious machinations have a way out. A year later, she is confronted with the cruelty of a new edition.

Warnings: violence, death, English is not my first language, no proofreading.

A/N: Rose and Aveline belong to @justrainandcoffee, Lucy to @emotionalcadaver, Eva to @evita-shelby, Heaven to @call-sign-shark.

Nina Ferrante is the OC from my Tommy Shelby x OC series Heart, Body and Soul.

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71st Hunger Games - Second Day

Shit.

Hiding behind a tree, Nina watched as the boy from Seven made his way toward the stream she had spotted. She held her breath, trying to be as silent as possible, hoping he’d go away without seeing her. She wouldn’t attack first. The boy took a look around him to make sure no one was near, then he kneeled in front of the water source, letting his guard down. Her grip on the knife tightened, and for a moment she considered taking him by surprise. If she failed to stay hidden, there was no doubt he would attack her, and she wasn’t sure she could get out of the fight alive.

However, before she could make a move, he let out a hoarse scream, getting away from the water as if he had burned himself. Nina watched in horror as he clutched his throat, scratching his own skin, his agonising cries getting louder. He fell on his knees, panting, digging his nails in the soil like he could get some relief from it. But he didn’t. He sagged to the ground, letting out one last sob before going quiet. A few moments passed, then a cannon went off. He was dead.

Nina hesitated for a few moments before mustering up the courage to leave her spot. With uncertain steps, she walked over to the body. The boy had burn marks on his hands and face, where he had touched the water, and blood was trickling from his lips.

Fucking hell. Had she got there first, she’d be the one lying on the ground. Her eyes went to the stream next to her. She crouched down, observing the water. If she watched it carefully enough, she could notice that it wasn’t as clear as it was supposed to be. It was almost murky, probably because of the substance they had put in it. Her head started to spin. So close…

She pushed the thought away. She was alive, that was all that mattered. She got up, approaching the dead tribute again. Maybe he had something useful on him. A shiver ran down her spine at the realisation that she had to move him in order to check his rucksack. She didn’t want to touch him, she didn’t want to take this things away from him. But she wanted to survive. Taking a deep breath, she turned him on the side to open the rucksack. A jackknife, stale breadsticks and some dried meat. She put the knife in her pocket and the rest inside her own backpack. It didn’t feel right, but what was she supposed to do? Leave everything there for the Gamemakers to take them away with the body, or worse, for other tributes to take them?

With her new loot, Nina set off again, in search of a real source of water. There had to be one somewhere. The previous day, she had been too occupied looking for shelter to explore the Arena. She had no idea how many tributes had died, those who were still alive were probably roaming through the forest, and she couldn’t take the risk to find one in her way. Only when the cannons started to go off she knew that the bloodbath was over. She had counted nine. With the boy from Seven, the fallen tributes were now ten. Oliver was still alive, the hovercraft hadn’t projected his face during the tally of the dead. She wondered what he was doing, if he had found someone to form an alliance with, or if he was wandering alone, just like her. The night before the Games, they had mutually agreed that they wouldn’t form an alliance with each other, so that they wouldn’t risk finding themselves in the position where one had to kill the other. It could still happen, but the chances were lower that way.

The sound of rushing water came to Nina’s ears, making her stop in her tracks. She stayed still, trying to understand where it came from. Her right, it seemed. After a couple of minutes, she found herself in front of a broad pond, on top of which flowed a waterfall. She kneeled in front of the water, carefully studying it. There was no was no sign of the murky patina she had spotted in the stream, it was so clear she could see the stones under it. For safe measure, she dipped her finger in the water and quickly removed it, then waited for a few seconds. Nothing. Letting out a sigh of relief, she filled her bottle. She drank the first half in large gulps, the fresh liquid finally giving ease to her parched throat.

Then her stomach started to growl, and she remembered the only thing she had put in her stomach since the day before was what she had found in her backpack - that was, the half of the apple that wasn’t rotten. So she took advantage of that moment of peace to nimble a few breadsticks. She’d save the dried meat for later, when she’d need it more.

After appeasing her hunger and filling the bottle again, Nina decided it would be better to leave. The waterfall was loud, and it wouldn’t be long before someone else found it. She had mentally taken note of certain points of reference, so that it would be easier to find it when she needed it again. She just had to make sure not to get lost.

72nd Hunger Games - First Day

It was a fucking massacre. Heaven Lavey, the girl from Seven, had hunted and butchered the majority of the kids that had died that day. It was brutal, and even more gruesome than the previous years. Until then, Nina had never thought it would be possible to rank the level of violence of the different editions of the Games. Nora and Lucas were still alive, though, and that brought her some semblance of relief. Just like she had expected, Nora had formed an alliance with Ivy, the girl from Twelve. Lucas, on the other hand, moved alone. She was scared for them. She knew that if they were to cross paths with Heaven, it would be over for them. If they had to die, she just hoped it would be quick, and not at the hands of someone who would chop their limbs off with an axe.

It would’ve been easy to resent the girl. To point the finger at her cruelty, to hope for someone to take the monster out. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Cause Heaven was a girl, not a monster, and like everyone else, she wanted to get out of the Games alive, at all costs.

The Arena was a misty forest, covered by an ever-present thick layer of fog, and it was cold, too cold. Nina was afraid it was unlikely that anyone without extra clothes or covers would survive the night. She would send the kids some thanks to the sponsors that Alfie and Rose had found, and hope it would be enough to at least keep them warm. Six hours had passed since the start of the Games, and Nina hadn’t been able to take her eyes off of the screen for a second. She had ignored her thirst, hunger and tiredness, scared that a mere moment of distraction from her part would result in one of the kids dying.

A water bottle entered her line of sight, and when she raised her eyes, Eva Smith was standing in front of her. “You’ll dig a hole in that chair if you carry on like this,” she said, handing her the bottle. Nina took it, murmuring a ‘thank you’. The gesture had surprised her, if she had to be honest. They had never talked before, or acknowledged each other’s existence that much. And she wondered how much of a mess she looked for someone else to do something for her. Eva sat back in her chair next to her, focusing on the Games again after the brief pause she had taken. Her kids were still alive, and they had managed to find shelter not long after the start.

Lucy’s boy, however, had died during the bloodbath, and so had Aveline’s girl. The remaining Careers - the ones the girl from Seven hadn’t killed - as usual, had laid claim to the Cornucopia, thus providing themself a bit of comfort. Thirteen kids had died so far. Thirteen lives taken like they meant nothing, like they were nothing. Because they were nothing, in the eyes of the Capitol. The Games inexorably came every year, leaving behind a trail of grieving mothers, angry fathers, suffering siblings, all for entertainment. The hurricane swept away whole houses, and once it passed, not even the bricks remained. She knew it all too well.

When the night came, it took Rose and Alfie at least ten minutes to convince her to leave her spot and go rest a bit. She was tired, barely awake, and yet she had no intention of going to sleep. How could she sleep in her soft, comfortable bed while Lucas and Nora were out in the cold, with nothing but the covers they had sent them to keep them warm? How could she leave them alone like that? She had been in the Arena, she knew what the first night was like. Scary, sleepless, lonely.

But Alfie and Rose were right. She wouldn’t be of any help if she was too tired to understand what was going on. She needed to sleep. So she went to bed, telling herself that the sooner she slept, the sooner she’d wake up.

71st Hunger Games - Night three

The sky was full of stars. They were fake, of course, but they seemed real enough to bring Nina a false sense of peace. Lying on the branches of a tall tree, she mindlessly rolled the blue and green bouncy ball in her hand. She had found that the repetitive motion grounded her when she was anxious, and she had made a habit of repeating it before sleeping. When her eyelids started to feel heavy, she put the ball back in her pocket and closed her eyes, trying to forget where she actually was and enjoy the feeling of the soft breeze on her face. After three days, she had managed to make it work, and that way she could rest, at least for a few hours. The fact that she was so high from the ground paradoxically comforted her, making it easier to get some sleep. If the other tributes couldn’t see her, they couldn’t catch her, and even if they saw her, it would take them a while to get where she was.

Just one tribute had died that day, the girl from Five. Nina didn’t know how she, or the other three tributes who had fallen over the past two days, had died. She hadn’t moved much, the zone she had sought refuge in was very deep in the forest, and not many tributes passed from there. It was also away from most water sources, real and deadly. That was the main reason why she had chosen it. Of course, she had to move in order to fill her bottle, but at least she could stay relatively safe.

There were eleven tributes left. The Careers were all alive. Oliver was alive as well. The others were the girl from Three, the boy from Eleven, and the boy from Five.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, a rumbling reverberated through the trees, and in the distance a red light flashed in the darkness, followed by screams. Fire. Without giving it a second thought, Nina grabbed her backpack and climbed down the tree, before starting to run in the opposite direction. She ran as fast as she could, her legs aching from the effort. The more the fire grew, the more the air filled with smoke, taking on a dull shade of grey. Another roar, the sound of an explosion, and the horrifying, dreadful realisation that it wasn’t a simple fire fell down upon on Nina. The Gamemakers were sending fireballs. They crashed into the trees and destroyed whatever they found in their way. A cannon went off. Nina covered her nose and mouth with her sleeve, breathing was becoming harder and harder, and her eyes burned. She made her way through the giant leaves and vegetation that grew from the ground as the flames implacably raged behind her. She was quick, but the fire was quicker, and it was a matter of minutes before it reached her too. At that point, the other tributes were surely running in the same direction as her. But that was the goal, after all. The fuckers had probably decided that there hadn’t been enough fighting for their taste. Another cannon.

So concentrated on escaping death, Nina didn’t become aware that the fire had slowly stopped until the pain in her legs forced her to slow down. She looked back, and noticed that the orange glow had stayed far behind. She had made it. The urge to sit down and catch her breath was strong, but she knew she couldn’t stop without the others catching up with her.

Suddenly, a drop fell on her face, followed by another, and another. It was starting to rain. She quickened her pace, looking for shelter, but then a burning sensation spread on her skin, making her stop in her tracks. She brought her hand where the raindrops had hit her, and when she looked at it, her fingers were marked by burns similar to the ones she had seen on the boy from Seven. It wasn’t water. She pulled the hood of her jacket up, and before she could realise it, she was running again. Her eyes spotted a nook in one of the trees, and she was quick to hide inside it. Panting, she pressed herself against the wood, trying her best to ignore the searing pain on her face and hands. What the hell had just happened?

Soon, heavy steps resounded on the ground, and the other tributes appeared through the trees. She crouched down in her hiding spot, praying they wouldn’t see her.

“Fuck,” one of them screamed, lifting his hood over his head. “Not again!”

Not again? What did he mean by that?

She watched as they started running, cries leaving their lips as the rain fell upon them. She couldn’t stay there. If they found her spot, they’d kill her for it. With her heart beating like crazy in her chest, she braced herself for the run, but a crippling fear was preventing her from moving. Just fucking run, she told herself.

Three. She observed the path she came from, checking that it was safe. Two. She counted the tributes running around her, to make sure she wouldn’t find one in her way. One. She came out of the nook and ran in the opposite direction, covering herself as much as possible. As she took the path she came from, the rain progressively decreased, until it stopped completely. She furrowed her brows, looking back, the screams still reaching her ears before the boom of another cannon made her flinch. When she raised her eyes, a small, almost imperceptible flicker shone against the night sky.

The words that District three’s mentor, Beetee, had said to his tributes while pointing to them the electromagnetic force field in the Training Centre suddenly came to her mind. There is always a flaw in the system.

And then she understood. It hadn’t started raining. It was a different zone. The Arena was divided in zones, and in that one, the same acid substance that she had found in some water sources rained from the sky. That was why that guy had said what he had said. He had already been there, he just didn’t know.

But Nina had found the flaw in the system.

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