#tobacco factory

[postcard-from-the-past]

Building of the old Tobacco Factory in Riom, Auvergne region of France

French vintage postcard

[thedenofravenpuff]

I don’t talk much about cigars anymore here on tumblr, as I sensed I don’t have the audience for it here. BUT I still do enjoy a good cigar on a weekly basis and felt this pic turned out pretty nicely, so I just wanted to share,

Mostly to show off my new fancy mugs. Did buy a cheap knockoff months ago but it didn’t survive the dishwasher despite the packaging claiming it should be able to. So I made use of the January sales to get the real thing and I love it. I just think this mug design is so neat!

Is just a nice way to chill with a good drink and a nice cigar. 

Enjoy! 

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[chesthighwater]

man. you know a project REALLY has me captivated when im out here researching 19th century cigarette paper.

by the way. for the purposes of this fic we're gonna pretend that 1830s gristol already had cigarettes with filters. ok? ok thank you. no really that's super nice of you

[ink-man-sam]

Pretty funny how everyone just accepts the fact that I vape but the moment I pull out actual cigarettes, they start to judge me

[mystarpocket]

[dlyarchitecture]

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“Modern to the Minute,” Hamilton Spectator. March 16, 1931. Page 17. ==== HERE IS ONE VIEW OF THE CLEAN, AIRY FACTORY WHERE BACHELORS ARE MADE ---- for 11 YEARS BACHELOR CIGARS HAVE BEEN MANUFACTURED WITH THE MOST MODERN EQUIPMENT ... MADE IN A CLEAN, AIRY FACTORY, BY SATISFIED EMPLOYEES, UNDER IDEAL WORKING CONDITIONS --- THE Havana Filler in Bachelor cigars is rich are as carefully chosen as the filler... to give in aroma and mellowness that only Cuban soil can give. Wonderful tobacco, carefully selected. 

It deserves the very best of treatment in course of manufacture...and receive it!

When you buy Bachelor cigars you get some thing more than the product of human skill... you get the unbeatable production of the expert cigar maker wing modern equipment. Millions of dollars have been spent perfecting this equipment. It is really marvelous. 

Every Bachelor is uniform in size, properly rolled and smoothly finished. The binder and wrapper are as carefully chosen as the filler...to give you greatest satisfaction.

Every Bachelor is carefully selected for colour. then wrapped to retain the flavour and protect from breakage in your pocket.

Every possible effort has always been put forth to make Bachelors the outstanding 10c cigar of Canada. The moment modern cigar manufacturing equipment proved itself worthy it was introduced... and has been kept thoroughly up-to-date ever since. This equipment, supervised by operators of unusual skill, has made Bachelors the most in cigar value.

WILSON'S  BACHELOR CIGAR

100% HAVANA FILLER

Cleanly Made Every Step of the Way

[richwall101]

WD & HO Wills Tobacco Factory in the Centre of Bristol UK

W.D. & H.O. Wills was a British tobacco manufacturing company formed in Bristol, England. It was the first British company to mass-produce cigarettes, and one of the founding companies of Imperial Tobacco along with John Player & Sons.

The company was founded in 1786, and went by various names before 1830 when it became "W.D. & H.O. Wills". Tobacco was processed and sold under several brand names, some of which were still used by Imperial Tobacco until the second half of the 20th century. The company pioneered the use of cigarette cardswithin their packaging. Many of the buildings in Bristol and other cities around the United Kingdom still exist with several being converted to residential use.

The brand "Wills" was withdrawn by Imperial Tobacco in 1988 for the majority of its products

Many of the original buildings have been demolished but others remain and have been repurposed for communal use and office space...

The TOP image shows the 'New" factory and Headquarters of Imperial Tobacco built in 1974 in the district of Hartcliffe Bristol. Tobacco products ceased to be produced in the late 80's early 90's and this building was partly demolished in 1992 and the site redeveloped into Retail, Leisure, Communal, Office, and Podium Space and renamed Imperial Park.....

[aismoker]

A few months ago, an agent of Big Tobacco had been sent to the Northpole with a lucrative proposal. Initially Santa refused to listen, but as the meeting continued and the agent's words, carried by the smoke of his cigar, surrounded him, Santa felt that his eyes were being opened. After four hours, they shook hands and the agent went back to Big Tobacco HQ.

Santa, on the other hand stayed, taking deep puffs of his cigar, enjoying the thick smoke deep inside his lungs. It was as if every haul was making him stronger and he fucking loved it. The smoke made him realize who he really was. He wasn't a jolly old fellow, on the contrary, he was a man! A real man, filled with desires. Too long he had just done what people expected of him, but that was going to change...

The first thing Santa - now going by Master Claus - did was to ditch Mrs. C. He didn't know why he had kept up with that annoying hag with her disgusting cookies for all those years.

Secondly, he ordered the gift factory to be pulled down. In its place would rise up something better, something more fitting his new mindset. He no longer gave a shit about children. Those spoiled brats were getting already all the crap they wanted from their parents, so why would he even bother. No, he was now aiming for men. That's why he was going to build a cigar factory, just like Big Tobacco had suggested.

The elves first protested, but with a combination of cigar smoke and some disciplinary actions, they soon fell in line. As the the new factory started to rise up, Master Claus noticed with satisfaction, that the elves were adapting very well. The heavy manual work turned their feeble bodies into hardened slabs of meat with muscles like steel and he never saw ine witjout a cigar in their now bearded jaws. He ordered for them some new uniforms, that would accentuate their new assets.

He often caught them enjoying each other, but he didn't think it was a problem. They were men after all. Hell, he invited every night a few of them over "to discuss the building schedule".

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Today, completely according to schedule, the factory was ready and production had started. Now, every hour dozens of cigars rolled out.

Master Claus was pleased. He was ready for the big night! He already could imagine how it would go: He would enter a man's house and slip a cigar into his mouth, as he would slip his cock into his ass, fucking him hard and long as he whispers in his ear that he was a naughty boy. Once the man finished the cigsr he would fall asleep again and that was the moment Master Claus would give him his second gift. A warm, sticky gift. He would then go to the next house, leaving a cigar on the night stand and the man with an uncontrollable craving for cigars.

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So, if you wake up on Christmas Day and you notice a cigar on your nightstand amd you feel the need to smoke it, you know who has visited you. My advice: Don't fight it, light up and be as naughty as you can be. He might visit you next year again!

[postcard-from-the-past]

Tobacco factory in Indonesia

Dutch vintage postcard

[sturniolo-rat]

The High Life Part 1

Matt Sturniolo X Stoner!Reader

Part 2

A/N: because I need a babysitter when I’m high and this is generally how it goes.

Contains: fluff💕, daddy k!nk

TW: drug use

In which Matt babysits a high Y/N and she becomes submissive and breedable😏

“Matt, would you still love me if I was a worm?” Y/N asks, looking at him through a cloud of smoke.

He looks up from his game “You’re high as shit, but yes, I would, the fuck”? She’s always asking dumbass questions when she smokes. Matt doesn’t smoke himself, but he likes to be around to watch Y/N. Not only does she look really hot, but she becomes so baby, and he wants to take care of her. 

“Okay, but what would you do?” She looks up at him expectantly, looking for a very specific answer.

He turns in his chair. “I’d put you somewhere safe and find the wizard bastard that did this to you.”

Y/N shakes her head furiously. “No, there’s no wizard. The universe just took my human form back and decided I was actually supposed to be a worm.” She says, pulling the rolling tray onto her lap as she sits on the bed facing him crisscross applesauce.

“Alright, easy.” He claps his hands. I got this.” She pauses grinding her weed to lean in. This time, she’s hoping for a more pleasing answer. “I’m going outside every day, rain or shine, even if it’s a hurricane, and I’m screaming up at the sky and demanding the universe turn you back.”

Wrong again. “Oh, so you only care for my human body and not my worm body?” she says indignantly as she struggles to roll her joint.

He grabs her face and kisses her forehead. “Baby, please, you already know you’d have a 6-foot terrarium in our room” he takes her rolling tray off of her and starts fixing her shitty rolling. “but I know you’d be sad cuz you wouldn’t be able to talk. Hence my screaming at the universe.” He licks the end of the rolling paper and seals the joint up. “It’s all for you, my love.” And he holds the perfectly rolled joint out. He learned to roll for her recently. He can only roll joints thought because blunts are for losers, and Y/N doesn’t fuck with tobacco. 

She takes it from him, completely shocked. “Well,, I guess that’s nice of you?” Referring to his hypothetical screaming and his unhypothetical miracle joint rolling skills. “Since when did you know how to do anything even remotely related to drugs?” 

“Last week. I thought I would help my baby out in all her endeavors.” He cracks a smile, knowing he’s thoroughly impressed her. 

She spaces out for a few seconds, then Says, “Could I come outside sometimes?”

He nods, instantly, knowing that her brain just did a factory reset, and is talking about the worm hypothetical again. “Mhmm, I’d put you in my shirt pocket, and we’d go on dates, and I’d get you plates of dirt to eat.” This was not the answer she was looking for because it was so much better, and just so perfectly Matt.

“You’re amazing.”

He pats her head. “I’ll go get you some snacks and water, Lovie.” He leaves, and Y/N feels so comfy and loved. 

“Get my special cup, please!” she yells to the kitchen. The cup in question is a 40-oz stainless steel tumbler that says Daddy’s Girl. Matt knows she’s in subspace. 

When he comes back to the room, Y/N is all cuddled up in bed with the stuffed shark he won at the fair last month. He’s got her special cup in hand and his arms full of chips. He throws them all on the bed and hands over the cup. “Got your cuppy, Sweetheart.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” he never liked being called Daddy before he met Y/N. She just brings something out in him. When she’s around, he just wants to take care of her in every conceivable way. 

“Anything for you, Baby.” He sits beside her on the bed, and she lies her head on his lap. Matt feeds her chips as they watch Family Guy. It’s amusing watching tv with Y/N when she’s high because she can’t follow the plot story shit. He likes asking her what she thinks is happening and listening to her crazy, convoluted answers. 

Somehow, over the course of a couple of hours Y/N ends up sitting between his legs with her back against his chest. She cranes her neck and stares up at him for a while. His lips look so soft, and she can’t look away. Matt notices this and tries to focus her back on the show. “So, what do you think Brian and Stevie are up to right now?”

“D’know.” She shrugs and continues to look at him.

“Do you need something, baby?” He asks.

“Mhmm,” she said, shaking her head and biting her lip.

Matt knows exactly where she’s going with this. “What do you need,

Love. You have to tell me before I can help you.”

“I need you, Daddy.” with that, she opens up a whole new can of worms.

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Killing Me Softly (PART SIX/ DARK!TOMMY)

Summary: It's been two months since your escape from Tommy's clutches. How long will you be able to stay hidden until your husband hunts you down?

Warnings: Language, angst, psychological mind games, controlling behaviour, toxic marriage, Dark!Tommy ( this is a dark fic, please read the warnings before continuing)

Writers note: Just to note, £250 in 1920s England is the equivalent to £9,183 in today's money, the price Tommy paid for your diamond encrusted bracelet . The song Tommy sings to Y/N is called "Run Rabbit Run" by Flanagan and Allen that was released in 1939, a song Tommy would have known.

Two months later...

Storming into the factory building, every worker turned around in a hurry to avoid the fury on their bosses face. They had learnt over the past two months that one wrong look could end with them getting shot, a lesson they learnt quickly when one of Tommy's many workers approached him to ask about a delivery due that day. Tommy's response, the end of his gun pointed to the young man's head. The workers only saving grace was when Arthur and John stepped in before he ended up six feet under with a bullet hole through his skull. The reason for his anger, you. For the past two months Tommy had torn Birmingham apart looking for you, every one of his henchmen as well as himself had been out searching for you night and day. Countless hours had been spent checking potential leads and yet, he still hadn't found you. The king of Birmingham, the notorious boss of the Peaky Blinders couldn't find his wife, the embarrassment only angered him more. Fury was consuming him, your brazen act of disloyalty and disobedience at the forefront of his mind every second of the day. Unable to sleep or eat, the only thing that kept him going was tobacco, whisky and the awaited pleasure he would feel unleashing his punishment on you, a punishment you would not escape for a second time. Slamming the door to his office shut, Tommy sat down in his leather chair, his fingers running through his hair as he looked down at the various notes left on his table. Sitting back he flicked through each one of the potential sightings, all of them quickly deemed useless as he tossed them into a nearby bin. Gazing down at his wedding ring, Tommy turned the gold band around his finger, clenching his jaw as he pushed down any anxiety that dared to make an appearance. A small inconvenience until he had found you, he thought to himself as he brushed his hand down his face. But was it? You had begun to stir up anxieties in him that he had pushed away for years since his return from war. The fear of having no control over what could happen started to slowly creep up on him again, the same fear he felt digging tunnels in France as the weight of the earth threatened to fall down on him. Swallowing back the memories, Tommy clenched his fist as his mind forced him to remember his time in France, and the only thing that kept him going, his childhood love. At first, it was a comforting memory he'd conjure up as the sound of gunfire echoed through No Man's Land behind him, but in his desperate attempt to block out reality it had become an unhealthy fixation. A once innocent young love became an obsession, an obsession he refused to let go of. Overtime the sound of gunfire and bombs exploding no longer scared him, instead it was replaced with the fear of never seeing you again, a fear that started to feel all too familiar. Straightening his posture out Tommy poured himself a glass of whisky in an attempt to rid himself of the uncomfortable feeling pressing against his chest.

" Why did she leave?" John's wife Esme asked her husband as she watched her brother-in-law through the glass window of his office, his head in his hands, his knee rapidly bouncing up and down as the stress coursed through his body. He was loosing control, and it was becoming evident to all those around him.

" The worry of her mother being sick. She's in a fragile place Esme. She couldn't handle it and left. Tom says she always does that, runs away from her problems when things get too difficult" he replied as Polly looked on, raising an eyebrow at Johns explanation.

" He looks like he's going to murder someone" Arthur said as he walked into the factory looking at Tommy now pacing back and forth in his office with another glass of whisky in his hand.

" He nearly did" Polly said, referring to the factory worker who almost got shot in the head for having the audacity to talk to him.

" He's still not found her then?" Arthur asked, leaning against a wall as he pulled out a silver flask of whisky. Clearly the soothing lull of the amber liquid was not too early for him either.

" Does it look like it?" John replied as he rolled the toothpick in his mouth between his lips.

" Fuck...we've looked everywhere, how far could she have got?" Arthur replied, taking a swig of liquor.

" Pretty far, when your scared" Polly spoke up, as she looked down at the newspaper in front of her.

"Heads up" Arthur said as he nodded to Tommy's office door, warning everyone of his younger brother's approaching presence.

"Arthur, John, we're leaving " Tommy said as he put his coat on, his eyes darting to his Aunt who was staring him down

"You gonna tell us where we going?" John asked as he hopped off one of the receptionists desks placing his peaked cap firmly on his head.

" Just had a phone call. She was seen down by the old Jewellery Quarters over a month ago" Tommy replied as he turned his head to his Aunt. "Problem?" he asked, annoyance in his voice as he cocked an eyebrow at his Aunt's insistent glare.

" Oh no Tommy, you go find your wife...that's if she wants to be found" Polly replied, turning away as Tommy cleared his throat in irritation at her remark. Had Polly finally figured everything out?

"Y/N there's a letter here for you, your Landlady said as she bounced her baby up and down on her hip.

"Thank you Mrs Riley " you replied as you smiled at the baby boy reaching out for you.

"Is it still ok for you to babysit tonight?" she asked as she wiped the dribble off her son's chin with the end of her apron.

" Of course, I don't mind at all. Plus, how could I say no to this little man" you replied as you took him from her, blowing small raspberries to his neck as he giggled in response.

" Ahh thank you. First time me and Mr Riley have gone out since this little one came along. You should really come one day, lots of single men will be there, they will be jumping at the chance to dance with you. We need to find you a husband!" she chuckled smiling to you, unaware that you were already married.

"Why would I need a man when I've got this little bundle to keep me company" you replied looking down at the baby in your arms, a small uneasiness washing over you at the thought of Tommy. " Oh god, it's that time already. I'm going to be late" you said looking down at your watch as you passed the baby back to his mother. Saying goodbye you walked out onto the farm you had been stopping at for the past two months. Having sold the bracelet Tommy had gifted you before your wedding, you had plenty of money to afford a more expensive place to stay, but you needed to keep low. You knew Tommy would be out searching for you, and with that in mind you responded to an advertisement in the local paper for a small lodgings at Riley Farm, the perfect place for anyone wanting to go unnoticed. A small bedsit attached to the side of the farm house in a little village you had never heard of, so inconspicuous that it was not even marked on a map. With everyone knowing the last name Shelby and Tommy knowing you might use your maiden name in replacement, you started using your mothers maiden name from the day you left Arrow House. Word spread fast about Tommy Shelby's anger. Even in the small village you was now living in a you heard talk of how the gang leader of the Peaky Blinder was tearing the city apart. No one knew exactly why the infamous Tommy Shelby's fury had rained down on the smog covered city, but there were rumours of his wife having run off with another man, a rumour you only imagined infuriated him even more. You knew your husband would never cease in his search for you and that you would eventually have to leave and find somewhere else to stay, but for now you enjoyed the peace and quiet the small village gave you, a peace you had forgotten existed. You had started working as a teaching assistant at the village school, a school that accommodated many orphaned children from the war, funded by rich benefactors. You enjoyed your job, the children's laughs and joyful spirits were a pleasant distraction to the memories you held inside of the previous months. But there were still times when Tommy would invade your thoughts and you would suddenly find yourself longing for him once again. Longing for his strong arms wrapped around you, his hands cupping your cheeks as he look down into your eyes, his voice telling you he loved you. Had he still a hold on you, even after everything that had happened ?

"Stop here Arthur" Tommy said as his older brother pulled up in front of a shop in Birmingham's city center.

" What the fuck we doing here, thought she was seen in a jewellery shop?" Arthur replied as he looked out his window at the small building. Giving no response Tommy opened the door as he reached into his pocket to light a cigarette. Looking up, Tommy squinted his eyes at the sign attached to the old stone brick wall, "Johnson & son Pawnbrokers". Breathing out a cloud of smoke he entered the small business, shutting the door behind him.

" Well I guess we bloody follow him then" Arthur said rolling his eyes as John shook his head laughing.

As the three brothers entered the shop, the owner immediately scurried back behind his till, instantly recognising each gang member, the shine from the blade on the front of their caps a stark reminder of their brutality if he dared to anger them.

" Please, I don't want trouble" he said as he put his trembling hands up in defence.

"What makes you think we're here to cause trouble?" Tommy asked as John and Arthur looked around at the various objects for sale.

" A young woman was seen coming in here a few months ago" Tommy said reaching into his suit jacket, pulling out an old picture of you that had clearly seen better days.

" We get lots of people coming in to sell things Mr Shelby" he replied nervously as he looked down at the picture. " I don't remember her, she could have come in when my son was working or maybe my wife, I'm not very good at remembering faces. I'll, I'll go get my wif.." he said only to be interrupted when Tommy pulled a gun to his head, tired of the conversation. The shop keepers eyes quickly darted to the back door next to him as he contemplated fleeing.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you" Tommy said as he clicked the safety off. " I have very little patience these days Mr Johnson".

" Tom, I think you might want to see this" Arthur said as he looked down into a glass cabinet. Narrowing his eyes Tommy lowered his gun, a small smirk playing on his lips as he looked at the trembling man in front of him. Walking over, Tommy's eyes widened at the small bracelet he had offered you before your wedding sitting in a glass cabinet on a red velvet stand. His stomach suddenly felt sick, his hands sweaty.

" Care to explain why the fuck you have my wife's bracelet in your possession?! " Tommy shouted as he marched back over to the shop owner, the gun now pressed firmly against the old man's temple.

" She...she must have come in and sold it, please don't shoot me" he said mumbling as he scrunched his eyes shut, the barrel of the gun cold against his skin.

" No? " Tommy grinned darkly as he twisted the end of the gun further into his flesh.

" P..please Mr Shelby"

" I wouldn't say anything more if I was you, he's two seconds away from pulling that trigger" John said as Arthur watched on.

" Yeh, and I can't be bothered to pull him off another innocent soul for a second time. Got elbowed in the bloody stomach last time " Arthur added as the two brothers looked at eachother smirking, enjoying the torment they were inflicting.

" Right give us the keys to open this thing " Arthur said slapping his hands together, pulling Tommy out of his trance. Dropping the gun from the shop keepers head Tommy scoffed as he watched him fumble to find his keys.

" So is it hers?" John asked as Tommy picked it up, turning it over to see both your initials and the date of your wedding engraved on the back. Brushing his hand down his face Tommy nodded as he enclosed the bracelet in his hand, placing it in his pocket.

" Did she erh..." Tommy said as he started to clear his throat, his mouth suddenly going dry "...did she leave any details, address, number?" He asked as he turned back to the shop keeper.

" I'll check right now for you me Shelby" the owner said hurrying back to his counter as he looked through various pieces of paper, desperately trying to find something as Tommy waited next to him, lighting another cigarette

" What do you think?" John laughed placing a straw hat with an array of different flowers stitched into the side of it on top of his peaked cap.

" Very pretty John boy, you should get it" Arthur said winking to his brother. "Ain't he pretty Tommy?" Arthur laughed trying to get his brother to lighten up.

" Beautiful" Tommy replied flatly as he looked back over to the shop owner, his fingers taping on the counter, his patience disappearing.

"Ah here! I found something. One diamond encrusted bracelet sold in the exchange of, One Hundred and Ten pound King George Sterling to one Miss Y/mothers maiden/N, 12A Ferris Court Birmingham" he said handing the small piece of paper to Tommy, breathing a sigh of relief.

"She's still in Birmingham?" John questioned confused as to how they hadn't found you since they had already checked that part of town. Scrunching the paper in his hands, anger started to build up in him. Was someone helping you?

" Y/mothers maiden/N" Tommy scoffed. " One Hundred and Ten pounds ey? I brought that bracelet for Two Hundred and Fifty" Tommy said, squinting his eyes at the shopkeeper who swallowed harshly as he leaned over the counter to open his till. " One Hundred and Ten pounds, and I'll be keeping the bracelet" Tommy said pulling the same sum of money out, a smirk on his lips as the owner rubbed the sweat of his forehead as Tommy emptied his till." Lads " Tommy said as he walked to the door, his brothers quickly following behind him. " Pleasure doing business with you Mr Johnson" he added, walking out the door as Arthur took the hat of John's head replacing it with slap to the back of his skull instead.

After a long day of working at the school, you and the teacher you were assisting made your way to the village square. You and Mr Brown or as you called him Robert, had grown close to one another over the past weeks. He had become a good a friend, but only a friend. He would never ask questions about your personal life, quickly realising you were reluctant to talk about it whenever the topic arose, he respected your privacy and decided to leave the subject alone. Every day after school had ended he would walk with you to your lodgings, he was a caring man whose friendship you deeply cherished, one you was afraid of Tommy learning about. If your husband knew you was talking to another man let alone him accompany you home, you would certainly both pay the price for his anger, the thought alone scared you into never delving into your past.

" Think the kids really enjoyed your imaginative way of learning the alphabet today. Still don't know how you managed to find an object for each word of the alphabet" he laughed as he walked beside you along the country lane.

" I don't either" you giggled as you both approached the village square, the sun shining down on the quiet neighborhood.

" Thinking about having them do a large drawing for our benefactors visit tomorrow, we are so grateful for their donations. They keep our school going and Mr Sh.." he stopped as you came to a halt, your hand grabbing holding of his arm.

"Y/N are you ok? " he said looking at the fearful expression on your face, your eyes fixed on the back of a smartly dressed man with a peaked cap sitting on a bricked wall.

" He found me...I, I need to go" you panicked, tears welling in your eyes as you started walking backwards letting go of Roberts arm.

"Wait, Y/N" he stopped you, your eyes widening at the man turning around as Robert turned his head to look at what had you so frightened.

" Oh..." You exhaled as tears ran down your face to see that the man in front of you wasn't your husband. Feeling your knees go weak, you stumbled to a nearby bench as Robert held you up.

"You're married aren't you?" He questioned as he looked down at your trembling hands, the indent of where your wedding ring once was only now coming to his attention.

"Yes" you said nodding your head as you blinked away the tears.

" And you're hiding from him?" he asked as you mouthed a silent yes in response whilst you looked desperately into your friends eyes.

" You don't understand, if he finds me.."

" He's not going to find Y/N, nobody knows about this village, they can't even pronounce it let alone find it. You're safe here, I promise" he said, as he placed a comforting hand over yours. " Come on, let's get you back before Mrs Riley starts worrying" he said smiling to you as he reached his hand out for yours. Smiling back you stood up wiping the tears away with the back of your hand as a wave of dread washed over you at Roberts words. Tommy would never stop until he found you, it was only matter of time until he would finally hunt you down.

"FUCKKK!" Tommy shouted at the top of his voice as he repeatedly punched his fist into the wall. " She's playing with me Arthur, she's fucking playing with me!" Tommy yelled as he frantically reached into his pocket for a smoke, anger coursing through his body as he tried to light the cigarette in his mouth. You had deceived him, the address you gave was the address to an abandoned flat on the north side of Birmingham's city center, Tommy was furious.

" Tom, maybe she just wants some space, she'll come back eventually" John said as he stood by the door, his hands in his pockets.

" What the fuck was that, space?!" Tommy said storming over to his brother, Arthur putting himself between them before a fight broke out.

" We'll find her Tom" Arthur reassured his brother as he took out his lighter, igniting the cigarette resting between Tommy's lips.

" She fucking needs me, she's weak without me" Tommy said as he exhaled a cloud of smoke, the nicotine calming his nerves as his brothers looked nervously to eachother at Tommy's strange choice of words.

" Come on brother let's get out here" Arthur said wrapping his arm around his shoulder as he walked with him to the door, John sheepishly following behind. Tommy may be John's brother but even he knew he was not immune to the deadly gang leaders retribution, a retribution he wanted to stay clear of.

Sitting by the classroom window the following day, you looked down at the stack of papers In front of you that needed to be marked as Robert walked into the classroom carrying a pile of books in his arms.

" They'll be arriving soon" Robert said as he placed the books down onto his desk, a film a sweat covering his skin from his frantic state.

" Who?" You replied looking up from the papers you were grading as you took a sip of tea, a playful smile on your lips as you looked at Roberts nervousness.

" The benefactors of the school, remember? They've been funding us for over a year, we can't keep this place going without them, everything needs to be in order for when they come" he replied as he sat down in his chair exhausted.

" Come on Robert, no one would pull funding from a school for orphaned children'' you replied trying to reassure him.

" Yes maybe, but these patrons are not exactly, clean money" he responded as he wiped the sweat from his skin whilst you giggled at the thought of criminals funding anything, let alone a school.

" Well they can't be that bad if they have the heart to donate money to our little school. What did you say their name was?" you replied as you put your pen back into your bag.

" It's Sh..oh god it's them" he answered cutting himself off when he saw their car pull up in front of the school.

" Do I have time to use the bathroom?" you asked getting up with a grin on your face as you turned around to see the Bugatti parked just outside.

" Yes yes but hurry, the boss is... well he's, he's intimidating"

"Intimidating" you repeated, rolling your eyes laughing whilst you made your way to the restroom as the sound of the school door opened.

" Remind me why the fuck we have to go to these things Pol?" Tommy asked as he lit a cigarette.

" Because it's what you do when you own a charity Tommy" she replied shutting the school door behind her.

" Well don't drag it on, I've got things to do. Who chose this school? I've never even heard of this fucking village " he added as he looked at his pocket watch, his patience already disappearing.

" Can you at least try to pretend like you want to be here" Polly said as she gave him a stern look, Tommy forcing a sarcastic smile in response.

" Mr Shelby, Miss Grey. It's so nice to see you again" Robert greeted them as he shook each of their hand, a warm smile on his face as he welcomed them into the classroom. Looking around the small room Tommy perched himself on one of the empty desks, exhaling a puff of smoke as Polly and Robert talked to eachother.

" Do tell us Mr Brown, how are the children doing? Do you have everything you need?" Polly asked as Tommy rubbed his cigarette in between his fingers, looking out the window, uninterested by the conversation that was taking place.

" Oh, they are doing great, we have a new teaching assistant that started a few months ago, she should be back any minute, she's been a real help" he replied pulling out the drawing the children had made for them. Rubbing his forehead Tommy looked ahead of him at the small desk beside the blackboard when something suddenly caught his eye. Scrunching his brow he stood up walking over to the small wooden table in the corner, tilting his head as his eyes narrowed in on the black handbag sitting on top of the old wood. This was your bag, he was certain of it. The sound of Polly and Roberts conversation started to muffle in his ears, the thumping of his heart replaced the echo of their voices as he felt the room closing in on him. Feeling the pressure of his shirt pushing against his throat, Tommy loosened the tie around his neck, his anger rising in him at an unstoppable speed, you had been here all this time.

" When did your new assistant start working here ?" Tommy seethed, turning around to face Robert as he wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead.

" Around 6 weeks ago Mr Shelby" he replied, taking a step back as he saw the anger in Tommy's face.

" At this new teaching assistant " Tommy started to say as bitterness and fury built in his voice. " What's her last name?"

" Well it's Y/mother's maiden/N" he replied as Tommy scoffed in reply, shaking his head in disbelief.

" Miss Y/mother's maiden/N...not Mrs Shelby then?" Tommy answered as he looked Robert dead in the eye.

" What's going on Tommy?" Polly interjected as she watched the the tension build in her nephews face.

" Have you been helping her, hm?" Tommy said raising his voice as Polly's eyes darted to your bag on the table, putting her hand to her mouth in shock at the realisation.

" I... I don't " Robert stuttered as his brain tried to catch up to what Tommy was asking. And then it hit him, he was the man you were hiding from, he was your husband.

" Where is she? Answer me!" Tommy shouted as he slammed his fist down onto the desk in front of him.

Leaving the bathroom, you frowned in confusion as you heard the sound of raised voices coming from the classroom you had just left. Drying the back of your hands on the front of your dress you hurried to the room as quickly as you could, only to come to a stop as your eyes widened in terror, a gasp leaving your mouth whilst your hand grasped onto the door frame in fear you would lose your balance. There, standing in the middle of the room was your husband, Roberts hand holding onto a chair as Tommy loomed over him. Straightening his coat out Tommy turned around to the sound of your presence.

" Hello darling" your husband said, his hands casually in his suit trousers as a wicked smile grew on his lips, his eyes roaming over your body. He had found you.

Letting go of the door frame you started to walk backwards, tears welling in you eyes as you looked back at your husband, his eyes darkening, his face taunt with anger as he waited for you to do what he knew you would.

" One, two, three..." Tommy started to count as if this was a game of hide-and-seek, and he was the seeker. Shaking your head tears fell down your cheeks as you prepared yourself to run, the sound of his countdown ringing in your ears. But Tommy never would count to ten. With the smirk growing on his face, Tommy stopped at three, his eyebrow raised as he took one step forward and you took one step back. Spinning around you ran to the front door as quickly as you could, slamming it shut as the sound of your husband's footsteps chasing after you rapidly approached.

" Y/N Shelby!" Tommy shouted as he ran after you, a sinister smile dancing on his lips. This was all a game to him, he was enjoying it." You never was very good at hiding" he shouted as he watched you run around the corner out on to the road.

" Come on sweetheart, don't I get a kiss from my long-lost wife" he said sarcastically as he hunched down pulling his gun out. Now ducked down running along the opposite side of the hedge Tommy watched you through the small holes in the hedgerow as you rapidly walked down the country lane wiping the tears from your eyes.

"Run rabbit, run rabbit, run run run, don't give the farmer his fun, fun, fun " Tommy sang as you abruptly stopped in the middle of the road your eyes darting left and right as panic coursed through your body. Turning around you looked back to the top of the road when you suddenly heard someone pushing their way through the hedge, the cock of a gun echoing along the country lane. With a trembling body your turned back around, tears cascading down your face as your eyes turned to see Tommy standing right behind you, his gun pointed straight at you.

"Lost little bunny?"

NEXT PART

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Marauders era 🚬 headcanons

Note: I tried to keep this as historically accurate because I personally don’t like when people ignore that they came from the seventies, but even with my research it’s probably won’t be perfect so just keep that in mind.

Also, if I come up with more I’ll add them, as this isn’t everyone and I know that.

Marlene:

- She smokes Marlboro reds

- Started smoking in 5th year

- Is a social smoker

- Owns a single red bic lighter that has somehow not been stolen from her yet (because she keeps stealing Pete’s and Dorcas.)

- Keeps a cigarette with Dorcas’ number on it (she refuses to smoke it)

Lily:

- Lily doesn’t stick to one brand of cigarettes as she tends to just bum one from the people she knows here and there.

- Lily is a stress smoker, meaning she smokes when something stressful happens. One example of this I can think of is the Marauders and the Pantheon getting in some trouble together and upon finding out, Lily puts her hand out to Dorcas and says, “Can I bum one off ya?” Dorcas, without hesitation, takes out her pack of cigarettes and hands one to Lily, flinging her lighter open to light it for her.

- Carries a pink bic lighter with her just in case she needs it.

- Her lighter is covered in those produce stickers that you get on fruits.

James:

- James doesn’t smoke because Fleamont has asthma and used to smoke and now he has health issues. So because James’ mom and dad aren’t sure if he has asthma, have drilled it into his head that he will never smoke under their roof (It’s one of the few things they’re strict about.)

- He’s the type of person to be hanging out with someone and if they pull out a cigarette to tell them, “Y’know that can kill you, right?” (He does this with Remus, especially when he first started smoking and it pisses Remus off)

Peter:

- Pete smokes Rothmans blues, because he likes the taste of tobacco and they’re popular.

- He started smoking in his 5th year after Sirius and Remus started smoking.

- He didn’t like the ones they smoked though so after some experimenting around he found Rothmans blues and now they’re the only ones he’ll smoke.

- He’s a social smoker

- He doesn’t smoke cigarettes as much as he smokes weed though.

- Has a green and a yellow bic lighter to light his cigarettes (and blunts)

- His lighters get stolen constantly, he’s never ran one through (Sirius and Marlene use them and forget to return them)

Sirius:

- Sirius smokes Winston ultra lights, because they’re more expensive and taste the least like tobacco to him.

- He hates the taste of cigarettes but smokes to calm his nerves.

- Started smoking the summer between 4th and 5th yr.

- When he moves in with the potters in 6th yr he doesn’t smoke in the house as Effie and Monty disprove of it but he secretly smokes on the balcony of his room at night.

- Owns a Vivienne Westwood cigarette case (he uses it a lot because it’s “punk”)

- Has a Silver ornate “zippo” lighter that has the letter “B” carved into it that he never uses unless it’s the only thing he has. (He hates how “posh” seeming it makes him (it’s also a family thing))

- He normally uses a regular zippo lighter.

- Sometimes just lights his with Remus’ cigarette.

- He gets a fancy gold “Zippo” lighter that has the letter “P” carved into it from Monty for Christmas that used to be Monty’s when he smoked. (He doesn’t use it a lot because it’s too sentimental to him (it’s one of the few things Remus has of Sirius’ when he’s in Azkaban that he keeps))

Remus:

- Remus smokes cigarettes that he rolls himself because it’s cheaper than buying the tailor made (factory made) ones.

- He started selling them in 3rd year but started smoking them in the summer between 3rd and 4th.

- He sells them without filters but rolls them with filters for himself because he’s burned his lips one too many times and hates it every time he does. (Sirius also complains about it)

- Used matches to light his cigarettes.

Regulus:

- Reg smokes pall mall filters, because they’re higher quality and easy for him to get.

- He started smoking in 3rd year.

- His first cigarette was one he bummed from Barty but he didn’t like the menthol taste so he sticks with the regular filter kind.

- Regulus actually was the first in his group to smoke regularly as he becomes addicted to things so so easy.

- When Sirius found out that Reg smoked he lectured him for 2 hours on how terrible it was for him, even though at that point Reg and Sirius had been smoking for years.

- Owns a Vivienne Westwood cig case and lighter (uses them religiously)

- Has a silver fancy zippo lighter that has the letter “B” carved into it all ornate. (He stops using it in his 4th year)

Barty:

- Barty smokes Pall Mall Menthols, he’s never smoked anything different because he prefers the familiarity.

- He started smoking in 2nd year after his mamá passed away but didn’t start smoking daily until 4th year.

- He started with pall mall menthols and hasn’t changed since.

- He at first stole them from his dad and smoked them after their fights to ease his anxiety and just never stopped

- Eventually he started buying them himself with money he stole from his dad.

- He uses Evan’s pryokinesis or a purple bic lighter that he stole from Dorcas to light his cigarettes.

Dorcas:

- Dorcas smokes Class A’s with no filter because they’re cheap and she buys them with the money from her summer jobs. So she has to get the cheap kind to save her money and make it last.

- She started smoking in her 4th year but started smoking regularly in the summer of her 5th year after her parents divorced.

- She buys them in bulk right before she leaves for Hogwarts and during holiday break.

- At one point she bought cigarettes from Remus, but found she didn’t like them as much as the tailor made (factory made) cigarettes.

- Uses a silver zippo lighter that flicks open because she lost all of her bic lighters.

Pandora:

- Panda smokes the same as Reg because she just bums them off of him.

- She only smokes when she drinks.

- She smokes weed a lot more than she smokes cigarettes like Pete.

- She keeps a box of matches on her at all times.

Evan:

- Evan buys cigarettes from Remus just because they’re easy to get and he doesn’t mind Remus.

- He doesn’t smoke often and is really just a social smoker but carries his tin of cigarettes on him at all times in case his friends need one.

- Evan uses his Veela pyrokinesis to light his and sometimes his friend groups cigs.

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Cigarette burning time test, Pécs Tobacco Factory, 1980. From the Budapest Municipal Photography Company archive.

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Play - Snapetober Day 21

No one ever wanted to know Severus until Lily found him.

TW: bullying and implied abuse

Prompts by @superfallingstars

Two days, that’s all it took for Severus to be excluded in games with other children. Two days for other children to realise Severus was different. Two days for Severus to become a pariah; unwanted, uninvited, unusual. A boy in his class followed him home and waited around the corner. Knocking on the door, he was greeted by drunk Snape senior; laid off from factory work and stewing in a demise of his own making.

The boy stole a glance at the Snape home, preparing a mental inventory to humiliate Severus. The stained carpets, the peeling wallpaper and mouldy walls, the slurring father sweating through his vest. Severus watched through the bedroom window. He believed he’d made a friend, that someone was asking to play with him. Severus assumed his father had just told him to shove off.  

Whispers and sniggers followed him around the next day. The boy who’d called round was entertaining the class when Severus dragged himself to the back. A caricature of his father staggering past the blackboard. The class was hysterical. They all turned to Severus, sickened by his poverty-stricken appearance. Severus pulled at the short lengths of his sleeves and told himself that crying was stupid.  

The next month brought a new cohort of curiosity, children loiter around the street and challenge their friends to dares. There was a rumour that Mr. Snape would chase you down the street. The only person chased was Severus. The constant interference was soon associated with Severus, and he paid for it at the fists of his father. By the time it was Halloween, Severus was pulled from school and the calls eventually stopped.  

“How will I get hold of you?” 

“Just tell me where to meet...” 

“Can I not call round?” 

“No, please Lily, don’t call round...” 

“OK, then we’ll meet here every Thursday. Same time every week, yeah?” 

Severus never failed to show, and Lily would always be waiting atop the hill; striking red hair blowing on the moors, a grin spread across her pale skin. That was the routine the year before they left for Hogwarts, and it became the routine every summer after. Lily never called at Spinners End, until she had to.  

The flash of red through the bleak street, shot fear through Severus’s feet. His fingers twitched to peak through the net curtains, his bruised hand complementing the tobacco-stained webbing. He ignored the first knock, but the Gryffindor was insistent. Severus pulled down the sleeve of his baggy jumper to cover his hand and scurried to the front door. He held a breath as he opened it slowly.  

“Is Sev coming out to play?” Lily blurted out, beaming. Rocking on her heels, her sundress was blowing in the gentle breeze, her shoulders were a little pink from waiting on the moors. Shaking his head, black downcast eyes avoided her judgment. Severus attempted to close the door, but Lily pressed forward. The glimpse of a purple bruise peeked from the strands of his stringy hair. Lily brushed the hair gently, holding it in place behind Severus’s ear. Broken and swollen, the left side of his face was painful. Lily’s eyes filled with sympathy, the green glistening as she surveyed his injuries. The yellowing of the skin across his boney hands was enough to prove this wasn’t the first time.  

“Oh Sev,” Lily let his hair fall back into place and took his chin between her thumb and finger, she stroked under his jaw. Severus looked up. “Come with me, please,” she smiled through the anger that flushed her cheeks. “I have my potions kit; we can brew something for you. I’m sure you can think of something for the pain,” Lily suggested, her hand dropped and found its way into Severus’s grip. Squeezing gently, Severus nodded. 

“We’ve got our OWLs this year,” he muttered. “It’ll be good to get some practice before term starts.” 

Lily sighed, pulling him from the house. “I’d forgotten about that,” she groaned. “Everything’s going to change this year, isn’t it?” 

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