#tommy shelby dark fic

[mypoisonedvine]

Tommy’s teenage love, whom he got separated from when he went to france.. Sad, bitter and heartbreaking end for them.

But now years later he sees her again, and the tension is 👀👀

I know this doesn't have to be dark but of course I made it a little dark 🤣 tommy just can't take no for an answer...

warnings: DUBCON DARK SMUT 18+ ONLY!, yandere, infidelity/cucking, breeding

It wasn't until he tried to kiss you, and you backed away, that he really got angry. Up until that point, it seemed like he'd thought the life you'd made for yourself while he was gone was just a minor inconvenience at most-- but your resistance irritated him. You didn't remember being so nervous around him when he was upset.

"Why won't you kiss me?" he asked softly, and you weren't even sure how to answer that question... wasn't it obvious?

"Thomas," you mumbled, "it was nice to catch up, but..."

He tightened his fists as you trailed off, making you feel oddly trapped while standing in your own kitchen. "I kept my promise," he told you firmly. "I never loved anyone else."

"You can't be angry with me," you scoffed. "Tommy, we were children! We didn't understand what any of it really meant--"

"You didn't really love me?" he assumed sharply.

"O-of course I did," you sighed, "Tommy, of course. I loved you so much. But I grew up."

Your fingers absent-mindedly twisted your wedding ring around your finger, guilt stirring in your chest. If you were honest with yourself, you knew you never moved on from Tommy completely-- no one ever forgets their first love. But you'd managed to put it all in the back of your mind, telling yourself that was all over... until you saw him again. Your heart could've stopped, seeing him at your door; it was like seeing him for the first time all over again, even though you could see how unkind the years had been to him.

But you had to shove all those feelings down now, and think of your husband. "You should go," you whispered, "before he gets back."

"I grew up too," he sneered, taking a step closer that made your heart race for multiple, conflicting reasons. "You have no idea the man I am now. People do what I say or they suffer consequences."

You swallowed thickly, horrified to see the darkness in his eyes-- something totally unlike the gentle, passionate young man you'd known all those years ago.

"If I want something, I take it," he continued. "Doesn't matter if it's a horse, or a gun, or another man's wife."

"Tommy," you whimpered, "my husband will be home soon... you need to leave before he comes back."

He stepped closer again, grabbing you and holding you tightly against him when you tried to step away. "Good," he decided flatly. "He can see what a little whore you are when a real man takes you."

He shoved you down onto the table harshly, ignoring your whine of pain as he pushed the bowls and plates out of the way, most of them falling off and shattering; none of that bothered him, he was too busy roughly pulling up your skirts, unfastening his trousers, holding you down. "T-Tommy, please," you choked.

"I know," he sighed, "I know, you need me so badly. How long has it been since anyone properly made love to you, darling? He could never take care of you like I do."

Sliding his fat head through your folds, you choked on a little sob.

"You still get so wet for me," he grinned happily, "still dripping, just like I remember."

Truth be told, your body still responded to him... that couldn't be denied now. You had a natural urge to give in and let him take you, let him bring you the pleasure you hadn't known since he left; but your logic and your dignity kept up the fight, though it was pretty useless against Tommy's strength-- with only one hand, he held you down while he guided his cock to your entrance.

He sighed a heavy, dark sigh of relief as he sheathed himself inside you, relaxing all over like a burden had been lifted off of him. "Oh, love," he purred, rubbing your back soothingly to try to help you stop shaking. "Oh, I'd nearly forgotten... nearly lost the memory entirely of how warm you are inside..."

You, meanwhile, were whimpering and willing your legs not to shake-- you couldn't let him see how much you loved the feeling, how you'd longed to take him inside you again, or he'd never leave you alone.

"My beautiful," he panted, "my darling..."

Setting a rough and desperate pace, his hands grabbed greedily at your body, forcing you to bite down harder on your lip to keep from moaning.

"You wouldn't believe how I missed this," he breathed. "Thought of you every day in France-- only way I survived, thinking of you... said you'd wait for me, love..."

You tried to hold back your tears, all of this bringing back emotions you thought you'd buried forever-- I would've waited for you forever, Tommy, you wanted to say, I wish I had, but I was scared that I'd never see you again.

You didn't say it, though, because you wouldn't be able to keep yourself together. You were struggling enough now, impossibly conflicted by what he was doing to you. For years you'd imagined seeing him again, but it never went quite like this in your head.

"T-Tommy," you managed choke out, and he cooed your name back at you sweetly.

"I know," he offered again, "it's really me, love-- we're really together again. I won't let you go this time."

You hadn't been lying about your husband coming home soon-- maybe Tommy thought you were, as an excuse to make him leave, but you weren't. You sobbed in shame and fear as he unlocked the door and walked in, finding you two in the kitchen with the most (understandably) bewildered look on his face.

Tommy didn't even stop.

"Wha-- Christ?! Who the fuck are you?!" your husband spat out, stammering over himself.

"I'm Tommy fuckin' Shelby," Tommy growled.

"O-oh," your husband choked, stepping back shakily towards the door. You hid your face, unable to look at him, so you only knew he left when you heard the door shut a minute later. Tommy purred and leaned down to rest his head on your back, between your shoulder blades.

"Don't think he's gonna give us any more trouble," Tommy chuckled darkly. "Fuck, love, I'm so close already-- never knew how to control myself with you..."

The way he breathed against your skin-- that hadn't changed at all. You hadn't even realized you remembered it until you heard it, and it was like you were that girl again, the girl he loved so long ago-- but you weren't anymore, or at least, that's what you had thought.

"Almost ready to fill you up nice and deep, hm?"

"Tommy," you choked, tensing up under him, and he groaned happily.

"Can't wait for our little family, darling," he cooed, "all the babies we're gonna have-- like we talked about back then, remember?"

His thrusts came faster and harder, shaking the whole table under you, and you kept hiding your face so you could try to deny your pleasure. Maybe you could hide it from yourself, but it was useless trying to hide it from him.

"I know how badly you need it," he groaned, "how long you've wanted this-- I'm yours, love, all yours again. You'll never have to be away from me again."

You knew what that really meant was that you'd never get a chance to be away from him again. It scared you just as much as it comforted you.

He came deep inside you with a long, low moan-- and for a long time, he just stayed within you, catching his breath. He only pulled out so he could lift you up a bit, turning you to face him, and finally getting you to kiss him this time. You struggled to focus on kissing him back when you could feel his come running down your thighs.

"You were always mine," he informed you with a gentle whisper against your lips. "Doesn't matter whose ring is on your finger. You'll always be mine."

[cillianmesoftlyyy]

Do You Know How to Bend? | Raymond Leon x fem!Reader

summary: You're working the streets in Dayton (the poorest timezone) when your old client and famous Timekeeper, Raymond Leon, comes calling just to spite you. He takes pleasure in reminding you of your differences and takes pleasure in seeing you struggle.

warnings: Mentions unsafe sex and paid sex. Derogatory/sexist words used for and against sex-workers. Slut-shamming. Smut.

Word count: 4331k+

I Don't Want to Be- Gavin McGraw 🎶

Lunch- Billie Eilish 🎵

*Inspired by the line Billie Eilish's song "Lunch": Don't want to break it, just want it to bend. / Do you know how to bend?*

“Well!” A low, arrogant voice pulls your attention away from your next client. You pause, recognizing the voice and set your mouth in a perturbed frown. “I thought you’d be retired by now, Miss Y/L/N. You must be pushing 50 at this point, right?” The man laughs softly at your expense, it’s short and sounds almost like a clap. The quick glance he gives to your potential client sends the man scrambling away. You sigh, watching your rent time leave with him. 

“Oh, sounds like he doesn’t like older women…” Raymond Leon observes casually over your shoulder, his palm resting on the wall behind your head, as if he knows you well enough to do so. You don’t bother turning around to address him when you respond, your arms still wrapped around her chest as they had been to display your cleavage to the clientele. 

“Or…he saw your face. What did I tell you, Ray? If you’re going to start whoring yourself out, you need to do something for your features, they’re too…”

“Intimidating?” Ray offers with a smirk, enjoying the derogatory banter. You turn and move your hands to your waist, pretending to examine the annoying Timekeeper. 

“Pretentious.” You correct cooly, copying his unemotional expression, a knack you’d picked up after his frequent visits decades before. Ray clenches his jaw and raises an eyebrow lazily. 

“I haven’t seen you around here lately,” you add, changing the subject. Ray nods and shrugs again. 

“Are you here for business or pleasure?” You ask, your eyes dropping lazily to his clothes, still a sucker for leather and zippers, you notice. 60 years old and he still loves his leather… you nearly smile. 

Ray smirks, chewing a piece of gum on the left-side of his mouth. His blue eyes fall to your breasts, half-hidden by your low V-neck dress. 

“I can multitask,” Ray talks around the gum in his mouth and draws a finger down your waist to prod gently at your wrist. 

“Look at you…” his tone hinders on distaste as he trails his eyes over your short dress. “This is something you would have worn in your teenage years, not in your 50s.” 

 “A woman has to work right? I’m not getting any younger,” you shrug playfully, and smile when Ray rolls his eyes at your joke, his hand sliding over your hand to grab your wrist. 

“You disgust me…” he mutters half-heartedly, stepping closer so he can look down your dress. You cock your head to the side, studying the prominent scar below his right eye. 

“So are you here to arrest me? Is what I’m doing illegal?” You ask with a skeptical tilt of your head. Ray scoffs and looks up, weighing his words before responding. 

“No, it’s not illegal.” 

“Mmm,” you raise your hand, Ray’s fingers still wrapped around your wrist like a bracelet. He looks at you, making no move to release his grip or even to loosen it. You slowly grasp the thin metal zipper on his shirt, tugging it teasingly. You can feel Ray’s heartbeat quicken through the pulse point on his wrist. You wait for him to speak first, your eyes giving him an invitation by fluttering your thick black lashes. Not yet taking the bait, Ray looks down at the time displayed in vibrant green light on your arm. He takes your forearm with his freehand and rests his shoulder against the wall instead. Taking your arm, he raises the clock to see it better and clucks his tongue in a pitiful gesture. 

You look away and roll your eyes, scoffing at the turn in his behavior. Ray will always be Ray. You try to snatch your arm from his grasp but Ray clucks his tongue again, this time in disapproval. 

“This is no good, no good at all, Miss Y/L/N,” Ray releases his fingers from your wrist and instead brushes them across the light colored hair on your arm, barely visible over the clock’s long face. You tilt your head away from him and focus your eyes on the building around the block where people walk by noisily. 

“Are you here just to shame me?” Your voice sounds tired and distant. Ray smirks, his eyes jumping to your face, taking pleasure in the way your head is cocked away from his to avoid looking at him.

“Only 1 year left… You’re not a very good whore anymore, are you?” Ray looks down at you, his nose angled into the air. You roll your head back to center and cock your eyebrow. 

“Is this the part where I tell you that I’m a ‘good whore’?” You clarify disingenuously and Ray barks out a laugh, your attitude turning him on. 

“Are you?” He asks after a moment, expectantly, “Are you a good whore?”

“I don’t know, you thought I was that one time. Or really, multiple times, if I remember correctly.”  You answer, your tone cold. You could never tell if you liked Ray or not, right now, you didn’t. You yank your hand away and rub your sore arm with your hand as if you were nursing a wound.

Ray nods, his mouth straight. Adam's apple bobs as he tries to restrain himself. His eyes return again and again to your chest, your breasts pushed together by the fabric of your dress. Exhaling suddenly, Ray grabs either side of your waist and holds you close. He licks his lips quickly, maintaining his nonchalant nature, and pressed them close to your ear. 

“How about for the sake of the old days I’ll give you an hour for fifteen minutes?”  

Ray’s voice is warm against your ear, sending tingles down the tendons in your neck. You bite your lip, hiding a smile. 

“Two hours and you have a deal,” You barter back, Ray’s mouth still against your ear. Ray draws back, his eyebrows drawn together in a skeptical expression. 

“Cost of services just went up,” you shrug and press your hands to his chest beneath the edges of his long leather coat. 

“Cost of services my ass.” Ray scoffs and moves his hands up to your breasts, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples, covered by your dress. 

“Careful, Ray. You break it, you buy it…” you push him back gently, merely a few inches. He doesn’t even seem to notice, his eyes are still tied to your face. 

“I won’t break you, I just want you to bend.” Ray moves one of his hands up to the side of your neck, turning your face with his thumb so you’re forced to look at him. He leans in once again, his turquoise-blue eyes getting closer. His chest is nearly pressed against yours when he tilts his head, looking you up and down. “Do you know how to bend?” 

Your breath catches in your throat as you look up at him, his face deadly serious. 

“Yes, sir.” You swallow tightly, your face flushing. Your other clients never turned you on this much. Ray nods and takes your wrist firmly, paying you two hours without breaking his gaze. When your clock reflects the hours he’s given you, you slide your hand down into his and pull him further into the alley. Ray follows you, glancing briefly over his shoulder. 

“No, we’re going to a motel.” Ray tells you firmly and takes the lead, pulling you behind him with a strong grip. You follow happily, craving a bed anyway. 

“There’s one around the corner.” Your voice is soft and feminine, grateful to be taken care of for once. Ray nods as he walks, his coat swishing about his legs with a leathery squeak. His styled hair resembles feathery waves down the back of his head and you resist the urge to run your fingers through it. When you turn the corner, the cheap motel’s lights wink like an old woman with dragging eyelids. Ray leaves you on the sidewalk outside the motel’s office and scans his wrist on the reader, paying the notoriously low-rate of one hour for a room. His jaw is still clenched when he comes back out, his eyes scanning the line of pale pink rooms above you as he takes your hand once again. 

Ray’s grip is strong as he takes the steps quickly and unlocks one of the doors, strips of paint peel from the walls on either side. His nose is turned up in disgust as he throws open the door. 

“It’ll do,” he shrugs and jerks his head towards the room, waiting for your approval. You look at the plastic bed with its greasy pink bedspread and shrug. 

“It’ll do,” you repeat his words and nod once, your mouth turning up into a closed smile. “Are you going to invite me inside?” You gesture through the doorway and Ray scoffs, rolling his eyes in jest. He looks down at you, standing beside him in the doorway and looks back into the empty parking lot. 

“Looking for the wife?” You follow his gaze out onto the street and Ray smiles, shaking his head. 

“No…” his voice is low and breathy, like it takes him effort to relax. He raises his left hand, showing a hand without a wedding ring. 

“Ah, so the famous Timekeeper Raymond Leon still hasn’t found a woman good enough to be his wife,” you nod in faux-appreciation and lean against the door jam.

“And you, did you ever marry?” Ray raised a skeptical eyebrow, his eyes looking you up and down almost judgmentally.

“You know I'd never do that.” 

“You like your work too much to quit?” Ray chuckles and leans over you, his arms wrapped around himself as his face inches closer to yours. You roll your eyes, silently cursing him for his cruelty. He knows you wouldn’t do this kind of work if you didn’t have to.

“And run the risk of never seeing you again, fat chance.” You tease him, your tongue resting on the roof of your mouth. Your hands slide up his chest once again and take hold of the lapels on his leather coat. Your thumbs run over the hem, dipping into the buttonholes. 

“Would you still fuck me,” he started, his tone even and cool, “even if I was married?” 

You look up into those cold blue eyes of his, a tint of meanness sparkling in your eyes. 

“I guess we’ll never know,” you shrug, your response icy and indifferent except for the tug of a smirk on your lips. 

“You’re a bitch,” Ray leans closer, his breath fanning across your lips. His nose nearly touches yours as he tilts his head slightly. He doesn’t kiss you, but he wants you to know that he could if he wanted to. You keep your hands on his coat and use your leverage to pull yourself up on the balls of your feet, even though you’re already in heels. Your lips are barely touching as you nod and whisper. 

“I’m whatever you want me to be.” 

As you say it, Ray’s instincts take over, pushing himself against you and kissing you hard. His hands have flown to your hips, supporting you as you hold yourself higher. He breaks the kiss briefly to spit out his gum on the concrete. With remarkable ease, Ray guides your hips inside the room and slams the door behind him, throwing the room into semi-darkness. The leather on his body is warm to the touch as your hands slide over his chest. Backing you up against the bed you fall back on the mattress, landing on your butt. Ray stands so closely that your chin grazes his stomach. His hand goes to your chin and he runs his hands across your mouth. 

“I’m going to need more than fifteen minutes,” Ray mutters and pulls down your bottom lip with his index finger. 

“It’ll cost you…” you respond cheekily, your hands running up the sides of his legs. 

“Oh, I know it will.” He nods and it startles you when he drops into a crouch at your feet, his body positioned between your legs and his head turned up to look at your face. You look at him curiously, your eyebrows nearly furrowed. 

“Don’t worry, Miss Y/L/N, I just want to get a good look at you,” Ray answers the questioning look you give him with a daring smile. Your muscles tense when you feel his hand slide up the inside of your thigh. In one motion, he spreads your legs, forcing your dress to roll up your thighs, exposing the fabric of your underwear. Ray smirks, his fingers etching circles into the cellulite on your upper thighs as he looks at your underwear.

“Pretty,” he teases you, his eyes flicking up to yours, but you’re too stunned to say anything smart back. He inhales deeply as his hands travel the rest of the way up your thighs and pull down your underwear to your knees. You move your thighs together again to allow him to do so and exhale softly as you feel the lacy fabric fall down your calves to the floor. Once gone, Ray turns his eyes to you and spreads your legs with his large hands draped over both of your knees. You watch him, your heart racing and your cunt beginning to throb. Ray’s hand slides up your bare thigh to your cunt. Without breaking eye contact, he slips his middle finger inside you, rising slowly to lean over you as you lie back slowly and support yourself on your elbows. Your breath comes out in pants as you feel a second digit join the first, thrusting in and out of your core. 

Ray rests one of his knees on the mattress beside your thigh, giving himself more leverage to finger-fuck you. 

“Eyes on me…” he snaps when your eyes start to close. Obediently, you open your eyes and bite your lip as his fingers start to move faster, his knuckles hitting your cunt each time. His gaze bores into your eyes as you raise your thigh to rest against his knee. Your dress rides all the way up to your waist but you leave it on. 

“You’re already so wet. Do you get like this for all of your clients or only for your best customers?” His tone is condescending and mean but you love it coming from him. You moan softly before answering. 

“Jealous?” You egg him on and grind your hips against his fingers. Ray smirks, leaning his face down to yours and shakes his head.

“I bet you haven’t had a good fuck since you saw me last.” He breathes heavily against your cheek as he fucks you even harder with his fingers, adding a third and you grit your teeth. “Poor guys don’t even know how to do it properly, do they?” His lips brush against your cheekbone and you arch your back, trying not to whimper from the mixture of pleasure and pain. 

“Such a pity, isn’t it?” Ray whispers and you can feel him pout against your ear. Your body jerks as you begin to build to a satisfying climax, his fingers never ceasing in their work. “Don’t worry, honey. If you’re a good whore for me, I’ll make you cum, ok?” His words are cruelly intoxicating and you curse yourself for allowing him to turn you on so easily again and again. Your eyes are screwed shut as you gasp against his cheek, your left hand grabs onto his shoulder as you feel yourself shaking. You nod and try to open your eyes again, containing your reaction. 

“I don’t want you to hold back… I want to hear every sound you make.” Ray can tell you’re trying not to seem weak and needy and smiles pleasurably. His fingers edge you closer, your breath quickening. 

“And no faking. We’ll keep going until we get it right, understand?” He pulls back to look into your eyes, he’s dead serious, so you nod emphatically, panting from the pleasure. You’re reaching the peak of your climax, a shaky whine spilling from your lips.

“Now do you remember what I asked you before? Do you know how to bend?” Ray asks, his voice breaking the climax suddenly as he removes his fingers, a pleased smile on his lips as he sees your disappointed expression. 

Taking a second to process his question, you nod and lick your lips quickly. “Yes,” your voice is a soft whisper as you wait for his instructions. Ray steps back and takes off his long leather coat, tossing it over the back of one of the chairs. When he looks back at you, your legs still spread before him, he looks up and down the length of your body. 

“Then take off your dress and bend over.” He jerks his head to the left, directing you to turn that way. You pull the dress over your hips and up your chest. Ray’s stares at your breasts, his lazy eyes studying them indifferently. He’s so good at that, looking totally disinterested, put out, and bored. Strangely, it turns you on. When your dress is over your head and discarded to the floor, you let your feet slide down the edge of the comforter. You turn over, your feet flexed in the pink carpet and your butt held out above the edge of the bed. Your hands rest on the bed, your elbows extended uncomfortably on the uneven surface. You flip your hair to the side and wait for Ray. 

With your back turned and your perfect ass pushed out before him, Ray grapples with the layers of clothes on his body. He strips off his shirts, his hands undoing the buttons and zipper with swift expertise. When his clothes are all off, he places his hand on the base of your spine. You almost flinch, not knowing where he was going to touch you. His hand drops around your waist, pulling your hips closer to him but still not touching. Ray’s other hand trails from the back of your left knee to your ass which he grabs harshly. You gasp softly when he grabs you, allowing yourself to make any noise you need to, as per his request. Ray makes a clicking noise with his tongue in approval and moves his hand to your breast, his thumb drawing circles around your nipple. 

As he leans over you to message your breast, his hips pressed against your butt, his erection physically noticeable against your skin. You let your mouth fall open in an expectant, half-strangled sigh. 

“Oh you desperately need a good fuck.” His voice ruffles your hair and you close your eyes in pleasure, wanting him even closer. 

“Ray…” your voice is barely a whisper as his name escapes your lips. He presses his face into your shoulder blade in response, his nose rubbing gently against your skin. His breath tickles the sensitive place on your back and you arch your hips back, bumping against him. 

“Umph,” Ray groans softly and moves his hand up even further to your throat. His grip is loose enough for you to breathe but you still wear his hand like a choker. “You’re so fucking desperate…” he reprimands you distastefully but you can hear his smirk pulling at his tone. He tugs at your throat, moving your head back to rest against his forehead. His teeth find your earlobe and nibble gently at the curve of your ear, you moan softly. You can feel your thighs getting wetter as desire drips from your cunt. 

“Ray…” you say again and tighten your grip on the comforter below you. Ray tightens his grip on your throat in response and moves his lips to your ear. 

“Are you desperate for me?” His question is a husky whisper in your ear. You almost don’t hear what he’s saying, it's so low. You nod and swallow beneath his grip. 

“Yes, yes…” you agree twice. Ray seems to like this response because the hand that was still on your hip takes his erection and plays with the head against your cunt. 

“You can’t ever get enough of me, can you?” He doesn’t wait for a response as he pushes inside you vigorously. You yell out, your voice fading into a moan as he fills you up. 

“What was that? I didn’t hear you?” Ray smirks and thrusts into you again. You moan louder, your body desperately adjusting to his shape and size. Your eyes are screwed shut as he begins a rhythmic motion, in and out. Your jaw falls open slightly and you catch yourself squealing as he pulls your hips against his and continues his harsh movements, knowing you can take it. You can hear him panting behind you, his eyes stuck on the base of your spin and your heart-shaped ass shivering with each of his thrusts. 

“I bet no one appreciates this, how excellent your body is.” Ray manages to say, his voice disrupted by pants. You shake your head no, agreeing with him. No of your other clients even talks to you and you honestly prefer it. But you know Ray, you know his body and the way he uses it. When he talks, it excites you, drives you to do better for him. Ray chuckles breathlessly and pulls out, breaking the tension of pleasure. 

“Flip over,” he tells you and waits patiently as you roll over onto your back, your knees bent and your heels pushed into the edge of the mattress. You take a moment to look at him, having not seen him naked in years, he still looked the exact same. You both do. You both look 25, no older, no younger. Ray’s chest is rising and falling quickly and you admire the way it shows off the muscles in his body. You tear your eyes away from his taut stomach and look into his eyes, now more of a chlorine blue. 

Quickly, Ray is on top of you, pushing you farther back on the bed where your head nearly hangs over the other side. He pulls one of your thighs around him and pushes himself back inside, watching your reaction with a determined gaze. You throw your head back against the bed and raise your other thigh, pressing both of your knees into his waist. Stopping his thrusts briefly but still inside you, he drops his mouth to your breasts and circles one of your nipples with his tongue, his eyes closed to savor the experience. You moan loudly, digging your nails into his shoulders, watching his tongue lap at your nipple. Words escape you as you try to formulate an appropriate reaction. You squeal in pleasure as he moves on to sucking gently on the bud, his teeth sometimes nipping the sensitive flesh. You can feel the sensation in your cunt, as if the two places were connected by a cable. Your moans and gasps are more frantic and you feel lightheaded. 

“Too…much,” you manage, your nails biting into his flesh. 

“Good,” Ray responds shortly after your breast leaves his mouth. He kisses the side of your neck and applies a hickey at the junction of your throat and shoulder muscle, his hips beginning to move again. His hand holds your thigh tightly, using it to steady himself as he speeds up. Your hands fumble around his neck, scratching your own forearms to spare his skin. 

“No, I want you to mark me. Show me how well I’m fucking you.” He unclamps your hold on your own skin and waits for you to settle your nails back into his shoulders. 

“I won’t ask you again,” he warns darky when you don’t scratch him immediately. You manage to smile back, your mouth falling into a pleasurable gasp as if to say: do something good and I will. Taking it as a dare, Ray rolls his eyes and grabs the edge of the mattress above your head and pulls himself harshly into you. This makes you nearly animalistic. You writhe beneath his body weight and scratch your nails down his back, your thighs shivering. The pain from your nails down his back only makes him thrust deeper, his cock colliding with the base of your uterus each time. 

Your whimpers become a routine of gasps. Ray lowers his nose to brush against yours, almost in a gesture of affection but you know better than to read into it. His brow is furrowed from the effort but you can feel him start to climax, heat building between your bodies. Sweat drips from his chest onto yours, pooling between your breasts. 

“You’re going to make me cum,” Ray growls as his grip tightens on the mattress, pulling himself up and into you faster. You cannot speak for the life of you so you nod emphatically and cry out as you feel the muscles in your pelvis begin to contract when you start to cum. You feel your nails cut into his skin, drawing pinpricks of blood but Ray doesn’t even notice as he groans, his muscles tensing. He feels you tighten around him in your climax and it squeezes him, releasing his cum and bringing about his orgasm. 

Ray pulls out with a loud gasp and drags a hand across your stomach as he lies beside you, his feet hanging off the edge. You both pant, trying to catch your breath. After a few minutes of euphoria, you both begin to breathe normally. 

“You should really be paying me,” Ray says and you nearly take him seriously. 

“You’d actually make a good whore,” you laugh breathlessly and rest your cheek against your bicep, looking over at him. Ray scoffs and crosses his arms beneath his head, sweat still sparking on his freckled chest. 

“Well I’ll keep that in mind if the whole Timekeeping career doesn’t work out.” He sounds gruff and rude but you know him better. That’s how he sounds, that’s how he is, and so you smile softly to yourself. 

"You never change," you tell him. Ray pauses for a moment and cocks his head to the side, nodding as he contemplates your observation. He's frowning as he nods, and he sighs slowly before responding.

"And neither have you."

[deceitfuldevout]

Blessed Be The Fruit

Soft!Dark!Sergeant!Tommy Shelby x Maiden!Reader

Word Count: +1,620

Warning(s): +18, Non con, Hints of misogyny, Loss of virginity, Mild gore (blood), Cunnilingus, Mentions of past kidnapping.

Author's Notes: This is a one shot. It's a fanfiction that has a few ideas from the handmaiden’s tale that are altered cause it's my fic lol.

As the population decreases, the government has no choice but to intervene. Every citizen is now required to marry past a certain age. Those who were part of the military or government, were given a registry of approved wives to choose from. Often the families of the women were forced to participate. Yours was one of them. It was a week after you turned twenty when an officer knocked on your parents' door. He will inform you of the news. A husband has finally chosen you.

You read the profile of your soon-to-be husband, Sergeant Tommy Shelby. He'd served in the British army for a few years, returning home as a decorated solider. His first wife had been murdered, the second divorced. Your eyes rake down the list. A widower who'd been married twice. He'd lost his youngest daughter to an illness, his first son in a local gang's crossfire. Charlie is his last remaining heir. He can't risk losing him, what Tommy needs now is a spare. 

You remember your earlier days of scouting. Should any family find themselves under bankruptcy, their daughters will be forced into the draft. A law passed by the government to decrease the poverty line. You along with the other women were kidnapped and forced to attend months of dreadful etiquette classes.  

Training you on how to walk, talk, behave, and care for the home. In simpler terms, you had to learn how to sell yourself as someone interesting enough to marry. You were a brand, put on display for any eligible bachelors. Only at the graduation ceremony did you feel relieved. Finally allowed to return home.  

Every family that had been in the registry was part of the working class. They'd been forcibly placed in the registry because of debt or bankruptcy. It was the government's solution to decrease the amount of poverty. Their daughters would be used as sacrificial lambs. Otherwise, they'd be rounded up and forced into imprisonment, or worse. How could you say no with such a severe punishment?   

He has given you a week. A week to come with him willingly or face the consequences. It rained on the day of the wedding, the ceremony itself was cut short by how dangerous the weather became. Your now husband wastes no time dragging you away and into a car. He wastes time returning home. Tommy led the way to the bedroom. There were certain things to expect on your wedding night. A contract that now legally binds you to him.  

There is a list of conditions that the each of you were to follow. One being him taking care of you and your family, as long as you promise to give him an heir. However, many it would be. There was one last thing to seal the contract, marriage consummation. Mandatory by law, punishable by imprisonment. You remember the advice given by the elderly women who worked for the registry program. As soon as you spot the bed, covered in white sheets, your breathing hitches.   

Tommy faces away from you, stripping himself of his coat. You remove each strap and let the dress slip off. You approach the bed, now splayed in only a white lace set, relaxing on your side. You tilt your head. Now gazing at your new husband with a playful smirk. If only he knew what was going on inside that little head of yours. How badly you wanted to break free.   

A happy husband means an easy life.   

That's what the elders had taught you. He turns around, taken aback by your sudden eagerness. His cold eyes rake your figure. He starts to approach the bed. Your seductive expression starts to crack. You find yourself now trapped under his cold, hard gaze. Still, there was too much at stake.  

Appeasing your husband is what keeps the house in order.   

This wasn't just a marriage consummation, it's a test to see if your husband wants to keep you. Everyone you love and care for will pay for one mistake, and that terrifies you.  

A good wife must tend to all his needs.   

That's when he gave the orders, "Present," to which you immediately began removing the rest of your garments. A procedure all the wives had practiced for. You feel a calloused hand holding your hip in place. Both hands digging into the soft blankets below. It takes everything in you not to burst into tears. Because good wives hide their pain well. He spits into the palm of his hand, spreading the slick on his length. He starts to pump himself, tugging on his cock a few times. But only enough to get it hard.  

Tommy doesn't want to waste any more time. He presses his tip against your entrance, dragging it up and down your slit. He spits at your entrance before pushing in. Tears form in the corners of your eyes. You held back a scream, digging your nails into the bed. He places an arm to each side, shifting his bodyweight against yours. A grunt of discomfort broke from your lips. It felt like he was breaking you in.  

There's only one thing that Tommy needs from you. Tonight, he's going to make sure it happens. If not, then he'll breed you every day until you take. He doesn't want to stop from there, no. You'll give him another one, then another after that. As many as he can make from that tight cunt of yours. Just the thought of it has him moaning, "Fuck...so good for me...my wife..." he juts his hips, finding a rhythm, "You will obey me," he fastens his pace, with both hands now grabbing your hips in a firm grip, "Your only job is to give me an heir," Tommy starts to lose himself in the pleasure.

It had been a while since he's had a good fuck. His brows furrow from how hard you were squeezing him, "Fuck...such a tight cunt..." he groans, he hovers over your naked form. His body heat spreading to your back. A thick wall of muscle traps you against the bed. He growls in your ear, "It's going to be like this every day...every day until this womb gives me an heir," a promise he's going to make sure comes true.  

Tommy's grunts became louder as he was close. Sweat trickles from his body to yours, the intensity of it reduced you to a whining mess. He splays his body flush against yours. A stray of curse words escapes his lips, "Fuck...fuck so good...so good for me..." he dips his head in the crook of your neck, muffling one last moan before bottoming out. He doesn't remove himself, no. Tommy kept you plugged with his spunk. He pushes his length in as far as it could go before pulling out.  

He flips over right next to you to catch his breath. When he hears sniffling, he turns his head. What made his little wife upset? He turns you over. Your eyes are red, there are tear tracks that trailed down each cheek. Spit had dribbled down your chin and onto the bed. Tommy had a gift for reading people. It was obvious you were trying to keep a plain expression. He hovers over you now with a stern look on his face. Tommy is determined to find the source of your worries.  

That's when he felt it, the small wet patch on the bedding. Blots of crimson were in stark contrast to the white sheets below. You cower under his gaze. Frozen by fear yet still, you try to please him. But Tommy could see it clearly, and he wouldn't have it. He reaches below your knees, pulling you closer towards him. He lifts your lower half, until your bare slit is close enough to his mouth.  

Suddenly, an unfamiliar sensation has you gasping. Tommy flattens his tongue against your core, dragging it up and down your slit. He takes his time, suckling and kissing at your sex. Practically smothering himself in it as he thrusts his tongue inside your spent cunt. You press a palm flat against your mouth, muffling any whimpers that would escape. Now this wasn't something you were prepared for.  

Tommy wraps his lips around that bundle of nerves you whine. Your hole twitches with need, he'll fix that. Tommy slowly stretches the now slick opening, collecting any slickness he would need. He latches his mouth around your bud while thrusting his fingers in and out. Faster and faster, until a wave of pleasure has you arching your back. A gush of arousal splashes his chin, but he doesn't stop. Not even after you're pumping at his fingers in a vice grip. He keeps thrusting them at a rapid pace, until you've come undone again. He retreats from your drenched sex with a triumphant 'huff'.  

You were exhausted, trying your best to catch breath. All you could do was stare at Tommy though hooded eyelids. He's sporting a cocky smirk, "I'm sorry dear wife," he interwinds his fingers with yours, holding them in place, "Do you forgive me?" licking up the slick on his lips. A flush of pink is spread across his face and ears. His icy blues are now overpowered by the large iris'. You could only give a faint nod, too tired to react as he pulls you in.  

There the two of you lay, sprawled naked across the bed sheets. Your head against his chest as he brushes his hands though the locks. Tommy lets you rest for now. He sighs, "understanding now that you weren't a willing participant. All for the sake of 'societal standards'. He won't give you a harder life than it already had been. "Blessed be the fruit," he announces, marking the end of the night.  

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She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not (ONE SHOT/ DARK!TOMMY & YANDERE! ARTHUR)

Summary: Enter the mad paranoia of Tommy and his brother Arthur as they try to prove to themselves that you and Bunny's loyalty belongs with them after their discovery of your planned escape.

Warnings: Language, violence, angst, mentions of blood, mentions of murder, psychological mind games, psychological manipulation, psychological abuse, controlling behaviour, Dark!Tommy & Yandere!Arthur (This is a dark fic, please read the warnings before continuing)

Authors Note: This story is a merge of two worlds, Dark!Tommy & Y/N from "Killing Me Softly" and Yandere!Arthur & Bunny from "Hey Bunny", written by my incredibly talented friend and mutual @call-sign-shark. I can't recommend enough to go and check out her fantastic series!

" Look at 'em Tom" Arthur said quietly to his brother as he turned his back to you and Bunny from across the room sitting at the large mahogany table next to eachother. " They think we don't know what they're up to" he grinned darkly as his younger brother smirked in agreement, watching you pull up the strap of your emerald dress. Little did you know yours and Bunny's plan to escape the shackles of torment the two Shelby brothers had been relentlessly inflicting on you both would soon be eclipsed by another plan, one the siblings had concocted a fortnight ago after finding out your intentions to flee. "Why would they do that ay, scheming behind our backs like that? Don't they fucking love us? " Arthur said through gritted teeth, his mood quickly changing from anticipation of playing out their sadistic game to a temper rapidly rising within him. Volatile, unhinged and quick to snap. If Tommy wanted the night to go as planned he needed to calm his brothers erratic emotions and keep control of the situation.

" Here" Tommy said pulling out a small blue bottle of cocaine from his suit pocket which Arthur snatched out of his hand like a starved animal, snorting its contents within a few seconds. " After tonight we'll... Ey! Arthur, Listen!" Tommy said tapping the side of his brothers cheek in attempts to hold his attention as Arthur wiped the remnants of the white powder from his nose. " After tonight we'll know. We'll no where their loyalties stand" Tommy said with his hand firmly placed on his older brothers shoulder as Arthur nodded his head glancing over at Bunny.

"I can't lose my Bunny Tommy" Arthur said, his eyes wide, his body suddenly jittery with panic as he looked back to his brother.

" Fuck sake..." Tommy mumbled under his breath. Clearly the sweet release of his brothers preferred drug of choice hadn't warranted the affect he had hoped for or at least, not yet. " Arthur will you calm the fuck down, you're starting to creep me out" he replied cocking a brow as he returned to looking at you. His eyes roaming over your body as he bit his bottom lip imagining you naked as he pinned you...

" Tom, Tom..." Arthur said nudging his brothers arm with his elbow, breaking him out of his fantasy or rather, the plans he had for you at the end of the evening.

"She nearly escaped a few weeks ago" Arthur said quietly as he looked over to Bunny staring aimlessly into her glass, watching the amber liquid glisten from the warm light of the chandeliers as the soft music from the gramophone played out.

" And I told you. You gotta double lock. They're sneaky Arthur, they'll try and find a way out" Tommy replied as Arthur's eyes cast down to the wooden floorboards, mentally scolding himself for forgetting his brothers wise words of wisdom. After all, Tommy had become an expert in this field of debauchery. "Chin up, ey?"

" Yeh Tom, yeh..." Arthur replied as he pinched his bottom lip together, sniffing back his worries. " Right, fuck" he said clapping his hands together shaking of the last remnants of his wandering paranoia.

" That's it brother. Come on, let's have some fun" he said patting his back as they strode over to you both, the evenings festivities minutes away from starting. "Bunny" Tommy said with a smirk etched on his face as Arthur stood beside him, biting his inner cheek as he tried to hold back his excited amusement. " Sweetheart" he said sending you a wink as he looked at you from head to toe, his eyes glazing over with a smoky hue of lust as he got lost in his thoughts once again. "You two have been busy, haven't you?" Tommy said as he lit a cigarette looking between you both as Arthur wagged his index finger back and forth.

"Con..cocting something" Arthur added, his jaw tightening at the mere thought of deception as Bunny's hand squeezed yours under the table, her pulse beating so fast you could feel it vibrating against your skin.

"Arthur" Tommy said nodding to his brother who reached under the table, pulling out both of your suitcases. " Tut tut tut, going on a holiday without us, huh ladies?" Tommy said with a smirk glaring at you as your eyes widened in disbelief. You had both been so careful, so diligent in your plans. It was a miracle you managed to get as far as you had with the few times Arthur had brought Bunny over to Arrow house. "Your clothes, the children's clothes. Did you not pack anything of mine for this little getaway?" Tommy said as Arthur slammed the suitcases onto the table in front of you, pouring out both of their contents.

" Yeh, didn't see my swimming trunks in there Bunny" Arthur spat as he stared her down, the vein in his neck protruding from his escalating fury.

" A..Arthur, I...I" Bunny sobbed, stumbling her words out as Arthur loomed over the table, his fists clenched so tight they turned a ghostly shade of white. He was keeping her safe, keeping her from the dangers this city held for every woman that dared to venture out alone, why didn't she see that? Who knows what crazed person she could have run into, it's a good thing he was there to stop her from making that mistake. Arthur thought to himself as he stood up straight, rolling his shoulders of the tension that had been building up.

" Now you've both been very naughty. And we don't like naughty girls do we brother?" Tommy said picking up one of your lace knickers from within the pile by the end of his finger, cocking a brow as he put it in his suit jacket.

" No we don't. We like respectable, honest, loyal...obedient girls" Arthur said sniffing back the remnants of the cocaine he had snorted.

"That's right. You see, me and Arthur are starting to feel like your loyalty doesn't belong with, like you don't... love us"

" We feel betrayed, unappreciated"

" Those are strong word's brother. But betrayed and used we are, and after everything we have done for you" Tommy said furrowing his brow, an expression of hurt spread across his face, believable if it wasn't for the smirk playing mischievously on the corner of his mouth. "So, seeing how you two like to play games we have each come up with a way you can prove your loyalty to us and put our poor tired minds at ease. Right Arthur..."

" Tommy... darling, wait..." You panicked, tears welling in your eyes as Bunny quietly whimpered beside you, her hand now gripping yours even tighter.

" Not now sweetheart. The games about to start" Tommy said as he stood up from the edge of the table. "Arthur, if you don't mind" he said taking a drag of his cigarette as he leaned against the back of the sofa behind him.

" Eeny, meeny, miny, moe..." Arthur started to sing as his finger moved from you to Bunny. "Catch a spider by.."

" Tiger Arthur, it's fucking tiger" Tommy sighed, rubbing his brow with his thumb.

" Same bloody thing" Arthur replied snapping his head back to his brother about to finish the rhyme when Tommy interjected again.

"Tell me eh, when was the last time you saw a spider with toes Arthur?" Tommy huffed as he and Arthur started get into an argument over the words to the nursery rhyme whilst bunny squeezed your hand, her eyes darting to the door then back to you to which you furiously shook your head at. There was no way you would both make it out, no matter how intense their ridiculous argument was getting. Whatever punishment was heading your way would be far worse if you tired to take your chances and make a run for it. " Alright! Alright! Just get on with it" Tommy said giving up, as Arthur's face lit up with a satisfied grin.

" It's toe, if it wiggles..." He said stopping his finger at bunny, wagging his finger from side to side with a unhinged grin on his face. " I'm gonna come over there and make you wiggle" Arthur giggled climbing over the table to Bunny when Tommy kicked the bottom of his boot.

" Arthur, behave " Tommy chuckled, they were enjoying this, their twisted little game no doubt the highlight of their week.

"Let it go, eeny, meeny, miny, moe" Arthur finished his finger pointing at you." You're up Y/N" Arthur announced as Tommy stood up grinning from ear to ear. " Y/N get up" Arthur said with his arms on his hips huffing as he looked back to Tommy. He wanted his turn and you were holding up the nights festivities with your reluctance to move. " She ain't budging Tom"

" Tommy please I'm sorry. I got scared, we got scared we panicked. Tommy our children..." You said tears streaming down your face as your eyes darted from Bunny to your husband .

" It's true Arthur, we just..." Bunny started to say as she swallowed back her tears.

" See this is the kind of shit you shouldn't fool for. Crocodile tears that's all that is. Arthur, please..." Tommy said cutting Bunny off as he motioned to the table, which Arthur flipped over in one quick motion.

" Aw would you look at that Tom. They're holding hands" Arthur pointed out to his brother at you and Bunny still clinging onto eachother for dear life, a film of sweat the only thing separating you.

" Adorable" Tommy said as he blew a cloud of smoke through the smirk on the corner of his mouth.

" Sister in law's supporting eachother, it's gonna make me cry." Arthur taunted as Bunny's eyes snapped to him, her face suddenly going a deathly shade of white at the thought of being shackled to this crazed man for life. " Yehh that's right Bunny, gonna make a Shelby out of you one day. Put a Shelby in that belly too. Maybe we'll skip the wedding part first, ay? He grinned as his tongue pressed on the roof of his mouth, his rabid eyes roaming over her body.

" Come on Arthur your scaring her" Tommy chuckled darkly as he flicked the ash of the end of his cigarette onto the floor.

"Yeh well, you're already on your third I gotta catch up" Arthur replied in annoyance that his baby brother was ahead of him in anything.

"What can I say I have strong swimmers" Tommy smirked winking to you. The only reason why Tommy was now a father of three was he never gave your body a moment's rest before he would climb on top of you again and have his way after each birth of your children, you were a laying hen, not a wife. "Come on darling, up you get" Tommy said walking over to you as he grabbed you by your arm, pulling you away from Bunny whose hand was still desperately holding onto yours, both of you now crying uncontrollably, every sob every whimper laced in terror. Breaking you apart, Arthur grabbed hold of Bunny as she scrambled forward to you.

" Now now Bunny, we have to take turns " Arthur said as his hand came down to her waist his fingers lacing between the soft fabric of her white flowing dress, one he had brought especially for her. She looked so innocent so pure. But Why was she crying, tonight was supposed to be fun? He thought to himself as he tried to catch her eye, her refusal to do so twisting his stomach into a knot of anger that he quickly digested before he lost his temper and spoiled the evenings games. "Come on Bunny" he said guiding her over to the sofa as you and Tommy were now sat opposite eachother at a small table in the corner of the room.

" Do you love me Y/N?" Tommy asked as he pulled a revolver from his holster.

"Of...of course..." You replied sniffing back your tears as he placed it on the table in front of you both, your eyes widening further as he pulled out one single bullet. You were used to Tommy's mind games, but they never involved lethal weapons like the one sitting in front of you. He had already warned you to never attempt to run again, and this time you had been so brazen about your plan you had made it clear with the contents of your suitcase you intended to take his children too.

" And do you trust me?" He asked sitting back as he spun the bullet on the table in a circle.

" Tommy... what's happening, what are you going to do? You replied, your voice shaking as you looked at the bullet spin around one last time, the curved edge now pointing at you.

" I'm the one asking question, now do you trust me?"

"Tommy..."

"Answer the fucking question Y/N!" Tommy snapped slamming his fist onto the table as Arthur giggled at his brothers outburst of anger. " You're making me angry love, and you know what happens when I get angry"

" I trust you Tommy" you quickly reassured him as Tommy glared at you, playing with the bullet between his fingers.

" Good" he said taking the gun, his hand hovering over the chamber as you closed your eyes, blinking the tears away from your blurry vision." We're going to play a little game" he said snapping it shut, spinning the cylinder before placing it back between you both. " Russian Roulette. Learnt it from some batshit crazy Russian years ago. Didn't want to play with her, but I do with you" Tommy smirked as he looked at the confusion on your face having never heard of the game." You won't have to worry your pretty little head with the rules. It's simple" he said, taking every opportunity he could to belittle you. " One bullet, 6 chambers. We take turns firing the gun..." he paused watching your eyes widen " Right here" he finished pointing to the side of his temple, when you abruptly stood up, pushing your chair back as Tommy reached over the table grabbing your arm.

" Tommy no, you're sick! You're fucking insane. I won't do this, I fucking won't!" You shouted to him trying to pull away from his vice-like grip circling your wrist.

" Yes love I know, I'm such a bad man" Tommy said sarcastically having heard you already insult him plenty of times before. " But you will play or else I'll send one of the girls away. And you'll never see them again. Do you understand me?"

" No! You can't do that, Tommy..." You pleaded as he pulled you down back into your chair. Three daughters, you had given him three beautiful girls in the short time you had been married, but that wasn't enough. Tommy wanted a son, an army of sons. And with his lack of a paternal bond with his daughters you knew he wasn't bluffing.

" I can and I will. It's not like we can't have another. He smirked, pushing the gun towards you. " Ladies first"

"Tommy .." you pleaded one last time as you looked at the gun in front of you.

" You're testing my patience sweetheart. If you really want to do this, then fine" Tommy said as he leaned back in his chair looking over his shoulder to the door." Frances, bring me the baby" Tommy called out his eyes darting back to see the fear rising within you as he waited for a response, waited for you to play along. Within seconds you picked up the gun, sobbing as tears streamed down your face. "Never mind" he called out as he nodded his head to the gun in your hand. Lifting the revolver to your temple you squeezed your eyes shut, the coolness from the metal pressing against your skin sending a shiver down your spine. You would die for your children if it meant keeping them safe, if it meant keeping them from their father's torment. With your finger resting above the trigger you closed your eyes, hoping for a way out, from this life, from him. The gun pressed against your head didn't feel so damming after all...click. The chamber was empty, no bullet spent. You was still here, you was still alive. Gasping for air you threw the gun on the table which Tommy picked up, instantly putting it to his head and pulling the trigger without a second thought. Another click. No shot fired. The second turn mirrored the first. Through sobbing tears and thoughts of your children you pulled the trigger again, while Tommy's calm demeanor stayed exactly that, calm. Only two chambers left, one empty one with a bullet that would end either one of your lives.

" Tommy please, I love you, I trust you. We don't need to do this, we dont need to prove anything." You cried as Tommy took the gun putting it in your hand and placing it to your head.

" Pull it Y/N" Tommy said pushing your finger over the trigger.

" Tommy!" You wept uncontrollably, as a rush of fear overtook you, the sudden thought of your children being motherless the only thing holding you back from the years of torment you wanted to escape.

" Fucking pull it! he yelled at you as you wailed holding onto his arm, begging him to stop."Pull it!" He shouted again as you closed your eyes, the image of your daughter's playing within the grounds of Arrow House flashing before you...click. Dropping the gun on the table your hand flew to you mouth, you felt sick physically sick. But with no time to reflect on what had just happened Tommy had the gun already pointed to the side of his head...click. The gun was empty, it had been fucking empty all this time.

" See Tommy lad, she does trust you!" Arthur cheered as you abruptly stood up from your chair, your hands out behind you as you stumbled back away from Tommy's piercing stare, away from the smirk and enjoyment spread across his face.

"You tricked me! " you screamed as Tommy stood up and marched towards you, pinning you between the wall as his body.

" What, you think I want the mother of my children dead or fatherless? Oh darling, I never play by the rules, you should know that by now" he said as his hand cupped your cheek his eyes centimeters from yours. " I told you to trust me and you did, there's no doubt where your loyalty stands where your love stands" he said quietly in your ear, a slow exhale of hot air from his lips sending a wave of goosebumps down you neck.

" Look how your getting me" he smiled against your delicate flesh as he grabbed your hand cupping it around the growing bulge under his suit trousers, his aroused state throbbing under your hand as you turned your head away in disgust at his sadistic kink. " I'm gonna fuck you so hard tonight, I'll put a fourth in you. A fucking son." Tommy seethed in your ear whilst an untimely hint of a smirk graced your lips, unable to hold back the satisfaction that Tommy, the man who gets what he wants whenever he wants didn't have control over mother nature. You should have known better than to let it slip, for everything you did that displeased Tommy was worthy of punishment, and that small smirk hadn't gone unnoticed.

" Don't look Bunny" Arthur laughed with his arm wrapped around her shoulders. " My baby brothers pretty sick, he gets off from that kind of thing. Don't worry though sweetheart, I'm not like that" Arthur said with a smirk, his legs widening, pushing hers further to the edge of the sofa as he glared at her heaving chest.

"Your turn Arthur" Tommy said grabbing your hands, putting them behind your back as he walked you over to the sofa opposite them.

" Y/N..." Bunny cried wanting to reach out to you and she watched you slump into the sofa, the colour drained from your body. You were a broken woman. And as Tommy placed his arm around you, pulling you into his side, his lips ghosting over your neck, she suddenly felt like she was watching her own future. Beaten, broken and tired. Would this be her fate too?

" Bring in the contestants" Arthur jumped up as he walked over to the door snapping Bunny out of the haunting image of herself chained to a life of misery and abuse.

" Come on, fucking move" Arthur said behind the door as he walked in with two young men bound and gagged his gun pointing to their backs. "Kneel" Arthur spat, pushing the two men in front of Bunny as they struggled to keep themselves from falling over at her feet.

"Arthur, what's going on?" she said shifting forward in her seat, her eyes darting in a panic from Arthur to the two men in front of her as your own eyes widened in horror at the realisation of who they were. A chauffeur Tommy had hired only a few weeks ago, a sweet boy who's sole focus was the job in hand. And then...Harry. The stable boy who had been working on the grounds of Arrow House since he was a child. Both innocent young men, but not in the eyes of Arthur. For Arthur they had overstepped the line and he was seeking justice.

"Both of them were ogling you when we visited three weeks ago, so pick" he said matter of fact, without any further detail.

"Pick, what .."

" Pick one" Arthur replied handing her the gun as he sat beside her, his arm back securely draped over her shoulders as she watched the whimpers and cries of both the men, or rather boys hunched over eyes cast down. " So bunny, who's the lucky fella?" Arthur said turning to her staring blankly between both men. "Bunny?"

" Arthur no, nobody looked at me and even if they did I... I only have eyes for you I only want you. " Bunny pleaded knowing the very words he wanted to hear. Smiling, Arthur brushed his thumb down her cheek wiping the lone tear from her soft skin.

"Sorry darling but you're gonna have to pick. Both of these dirty fucks were looking at you, and I can't have that Bunny. But since I'm a forgiving man, a gentleman..." He said his moustache twitching at his high regard for himself. "...you only have to pick one" Arthur said as Bunny started to cry at the realisation she couldn't escape Arthur's sadistic game as much as you couldn't escape yours.

" Arthur, will you get your girl to fucking hurry up" Tommy said moving his lips from your neck for the briefest of seconds, his hand firmly grasped on your hip to stop you from moving.

"I know this is a big decision but you're making my brother upset Bunny " He said kicking the chauffeur, his muffled whimpers irritating him. "He wants to fuck his wife you see, and since we're guests in his house it's only polite we don't make him wait. Tick tock, tick tock" he smiled looking at the gun in her lap then back to her quivering bottom lip. " Fuck sake " he said standing up taking the gun from her realising her unwillingness to play along. Arthur was precariously on the edge of loosing his temper, his thirst for revenge was strong and he wouldn't end this game before one or both men were six feet under. " Which one bunny, the stable boy or the chauffeur" he smiled unnervingly as he pointed the gun at the back of each of the men's head.

"Arthur no! Stop, please..." Bunny pleaded endlessly, her strained efforts going unheard. You can't reason with a mad man, a man not only consumed by his own paranoia but also his obsession and love for the woman he had be holding captive.

" Pick bunny now! Arthur shouted putting the gun down on a small table beside him as he took a pair of black gloves from his back pocket as the muffled sobs of the two men intensified, the suffocating atmosphere in the room only increasing when Arthur picked up the gun again.

" Arthur we...we just greeted one another...it was innocent, don't make me do this dont do this, please..."

" Bunny I ain't repeating myself. Now pick!" He yelled as he pushed both his hands onto his forehead, pushing back the escalating fury within him, trying with all his might to not...snap. "Fucking pick, pick, pick!

"Arthur stop it, stop!" Bunny screamed closing her eyes when a loud gun shot boomed within the four walls and a heavy thud of a body hit the wooden floorboards below them. " Arthur..." Bunny said as she opened her eyes, her bottom lip wobbling in terror as she looked down in front of her to see the young chauffeur laying on the floor, a pool of blood surrounding his lifeless body.

" Picked for ya bunny" Arthur said his chest heaving up and down, hair disheveled, his eyes crazed as he smiled manically at her.

" Fucking hell Arthur, you got blood all over my walls!" Tommy said gesturing with his hand, more bothered about his immaculate home now splattered with blood than the dead body a few feet away from him.

" Sorry 'bout that brother" Arthur said smoothing his hair back away from his face as he looked down at his work, his grin turning into a satisfied smirk.

" Right we all done for tonight?" Tommy said standing up pulling you up with him, his hand snaking along your back down between your thighs as you squirmed under his touch.

" In the big guest room tonight yeh? With the big bed?" Arthur asked grabbing bunny by the arm pulling her trembling body over the lifeless man below her, dismissive of her horrified state, the tears cascading down her cheeks.

" Enjoy" Tommy winked nodding his head to his brother as he pushed you forward out the room. " Light a fire " Tommy said to one of his men standing by the entrance, gesturing back to the room where a night of carnage and terror had just played out, where Harry was still knelt beside the young man whose life had been so brutally taken. With Tommy's hand firmly on the curve of your back you slowly walked up the stairs, your body still trembling from the nights events.

" Arthur your Bunny's hoping away, keep control of it or put it back in its cage " Tommy said as you came to a stop in front of your room, watching Bunny frantically run down the corridor.

" It's alright, we're just playing" Arthur replied with a crazed giggle as he chased after her. Closing the master bedroom door behind him Tommy watched as you stumbled back to the edge of the bed a devilish grin gracing his lips as he stalked forward undoing his belt.

"Now about that smirk..."

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Freedom: A John Shelby Mini Fic

Chapter Nine: 4311 words

Hours passed until 'Go time' finally arrived and the adrenaline was just starting to kick in for Alice. She and Tommy were sat in silence as he drove her towards the agreed location - a seedy hotel just outside of town, ran by the Turks with a grand suite that Ergin often stayed in.

The window to his suite was visible from the street below; red velvet curtains pulled shut behind the thin glass panes. Alice was relieved that to see it was only on the second floor - knowing it to be her most likely route of escape incase things went wrong.

There were blinders surrounding the property, hidden in bushes and under cars, and the plan was clear in Alice's head. She could do this.

"We'll be an hour at most." Tommy spoke quietly, his eyes staring at a figure promptly coming towards the car.

After receiving strict instructions from him for the last hour, Alice found his voice to be extremely annoying and also looked to the figure, having nothing pleasant to say to Tommy.

A tanned man in a suit eventually came to the door on Alice's side, opening it with a smile and holding out his arm for her to take. She looked back at the Shelby one more time and he sent her a nod before sending her out into the cool night air, her hand placed gingerly on the arm of the small man.

Upon reaching the lobby, he stepped away from Alice with a polite nod and she suddenly found herself surrounded by an entourage of colourful characters; even the other women emitting an intimidating energy. They were all sat around a large table, decorated with intricate cloth, drinking from ornate glasses and laughing merrily. Alice looked around and tried to work out which one was Ergin, but had no luck - all of the men wearing similar, cream suits with no real distinction from each other.

A cough from the polite assistant quickly drew their eyes upwards and although they initially looked so unimpressed, the men's faces instantly softened upon seeing Alice - stood there like an innocent doe.

"The Shelby woman aye?" One of the men stood up with a grin and held out his hand for Alice to take, to which she quickly did. His accent was thick and he exuded suaveness. "Even more beautiful than I was told." He placed a kiss on her hand before pulling away and gesturing for her to follow him. "The boss's room is just up here, I show you."

"Thank you." She replied, being careful to smile and be polite but not too much - Tommy said it was important that she came across as unintelligent and innocent but still sexual and willing; a difficult mix to nail.

As she followed his path, she could feel all eyes on her; devouring the white, corseted dress and how it draped her frame perfectly. Polly had gotten her measurements and rushed into town to get it not long after the initial family gathering, worrying about Alice not looking the part. The older woman hated the plan and it had been even harder getting her approval than Tommy had originally anticipated, but she eventually caved in and agreed to help - citing the trickery and murder of Jones Buckley to be her main motivation. She owed it to Clara after all.

John on the other hand had disappeared from the house for hours, unable to handle the rage or betrayal his family had made him feel. Hidden, he watched Alice from a distance after she first tried on the dress; practicing her gun draw with Polly in the back street whilst the other Peaky boys rushed around preparing for potential bloodshed that night. The dress was absolutely beautiful on her and he struggled to watch, stepping away after a moment whilst painful thoughts started to ravage his brain again. There was no way he would ever forgive Tommy for asking this of her, and if she got truly hurt there was no way he'd ever forgive his family for allowing it.

Now he sat in tense silence, waiting for his signal to burst into the cellar and begin the raid, desperately praying that Alice would be okay.

Meanwhile, the woman was surprised by how pleasant the Turks had been to her, although she now suspected that things would change as the varnished door to the huge suite opened.

"Ah, Ms Buckley. You look incredible." Alice cringed at the name but nodded graciously to the man in front of her; his facial hair meticulously groomed and his suit black. "Do you mind if I call you that? Or are you a Shelby now?"

His tone was mocking and as Alice studied him, she realised he was one who'd been at the campsite that day - her face almost going red from anger and embarrassment.

"I'm my own woman now, you can just call me Alice." She answered with a sultry tone, eyeing his body in a way to suggest she didn't care if he eyed hers - even though she really just wanted to punch the man.

"And your name is?"

He chuckled slightly, staring her down as he closed the door behind her with a loud bang.

"My name is Maximus, Alice." He winked and patted her waist before leaning in to her ear. She expected an uncomfortable kiss to her neck, not the menacing tone that then quietly fell from his lips. "And I don't trust you one little bit.. I don't know how you escaped your husband, but I can have you sent back to him with the click my fingers, long before any of those Peaky brothers could find you. Don't forget that - whore." He almost spat that last word before suddenly standing straight again with a smile. "Now let's go see the boss, shall we?"

Alice didn't have time to even fully process his shocking words as another door was opened and they stepped deeper into the suite. She immediately spotted the red curtained window before she even looked at Ergin or his associate; both larger men, clad in expensive suits and golden jewellery. They had glasses of wine on the table in front of them, along with a pile of cards and an ashtray full of fat cigar butts. There was an empty chair opposite them and Maximus gestured for Alice to sit on it before leaving the room, leaving the three in silence for a moment.

Now she could ponder on the sinister man's words. She tried not to believe him, to keep her faith in the brothers, but a seed of doubt had now been planted and she was starting to accept that she would in fact have to sleep with these men if she wanted to stay alive - or atleast not get sent back to Jones. She'd rather die than have that happen.

Her panicked thoughts almost started to spiral until Ergin suddenly announced something to his friend in Turkish, instantly making her alert again. He cheered as he placed down a card - obviously winning whatever game they were playing - and then finally acknowledged the nervous woman in front of him.

"Sorry, I had to think about that move." He chuckled before meeting her eyes, his demeanour instantly softening. "Wow, look at this kadin, Aylin! Even more beautiful up close."

His friend, who Alice assumed to be named Aylin, laughed and nodded as he too studied the woman - staring as if she were an object and not a person.

"What you doing with a dog like John Shelby huh? You really just a whore like his brother says? I don't believe it." Ergin scoffed, once again sparking an anxious flame in Alice's belly that she had to quickly stamp out. "And what is this Maximus says about you being some kind of gypsy whore also? You are far too beautiful. I don't believe."

Alice was shocked by the seeming interest that Ergin had in her, taking a moment to collect herself before cooly replying "I thought I was here to dance with you, not be interrogated."

That seemed to surprise the men as they laughed again and exchanged few words in Turkish before Ergin leant forward and locked eyes with Alice again.

"I think you are an interesting woman.. The scars are something I like." Alice immediately went to pull down her sleeves as she realised they'd ridden up but he stopped her, his big hands enveloping hers with ease. "No no, don't cover, I said I like."

She didn't know how to respond to that. No one had ever liked her scars. A discussion about them wasn't what she had mentally prepared herself for. Instead, she was now thinking about how she would open the red curtain to send the signal without it seeming suspicious.

"It shows-" Ergin lit a cigar and placed it to his lips, drawing her attention again "-that you are not scared of pain. At least not pain inflicted by yourself. Am I right in this?"

Alice nodded slowly, unsure of where things could go from here. Her heart was racing and her handbag felt like a tonne weight placed gently on her thigh as she thought about the gun hidden inside.

"I want you to take off the dress and cut yourself right now then." His voice had a sudden firmness to it that paralleled to the friendly tone he'd shown a second prior.

With the four eager eyes on her, Alice knew she had no choice but to undress and started to slowly pull down her dress - the undergarments also being purchased in town by Polly that day. It was all white, a corset and frilly bra with matching garters and panties. Alice felt exposed but less exposed than she should've - so used to this objectifying treatment that it almost felt normal.

She took the small knife from Ergin's large, leathery hand and moved it to her thigh, taking a deep breath before making a quick red line. Even in such forced circumstances the pain felt a relief to her, visibly so as the two men let out another laugh and Ergin quickly snatched the knife back from her.

"Wow. You really like that huh? I didn't actually expect you to do it. Maybe you are a whore. Or maybe you are just crazy." He chuckled, earning an awkward forced chuckle back from Alice before his tone went serious again and he stood up. "Now dance with the knife. I want you to cut yourself with it as you dance. I expect all clothes to be gone by time the song is finished."

Alice's stomach dropped once she heard the record playing and felt the knife being placed in her hand again. Ergin was stood against the wall next to the phonograph - right by the window - whilst his friend remained leant into his cushioned seat, taking casual sips from his wine. Her eyes scanned the room desperately, looking for some kind of help, until she saw the mini bar in the corner.

"Do you not want me to make you a drink first? I thought I was meant to do that. I'm a barmaid you know." She fluttered her eyelashes and giggled, trying to act as if she was perfectly comfortable - a real whore like Tommy had obviously tried to sell her as.

"You can make any drink you want but know that you'll be testing it before either of us drink it. We're not stupid, Alice. Know this before you try anything told to you by Thomas Shelby."

"Fuck!" She started to mentally scream at herself as she realised nothing would go as smoothly as she'd hoped. She looked at the clock on the wall and saw it had only been seven minutes, she would have to think of a plan, fast.

As she sauntered over to the corner, Ergin called for Maximus to enter the room and she knew she'd have to pour the powder into the cups before the vulture like man was watching over her shoulder. So quickly, she pulled the vial from her bra and poured the white substance into each of the three glasses before covering it with whiskey - just as his thin frame reached her side.

She played it cool, pouring mixer into each of the drinks and stirring it with an ornate, metal spoon before she felt a hand gripping her thigh, instantly making her stop.

"You see? She is not a whore. Even one touch and she freezes up." Maximus scoffed. "I bet these drinks are poison too, go on, try one little lamb. Let's see."

Luckily, the drinks weren't too poison, just a tranquilliser, and Alice knew that if she just drank considerably less than them she would stand a better chance at staying awake than the men did. At least the older ones. They already seemed pretty drunk, after all.

"Fine, I'll show you. Maximus." She hissed his name and took a quick gulp from one of the glasses, earning an amused holler from the other two men.

"And the other one too-"

"Ah that is quite enough, my boy. A frightened whore does not perform as well as a comfortable whore. You will see this in a moment." Ergin cut him off with obvious authority, although there was enough care in his tone to imply a close bond between the two - perhaps uncle and nephew or father and son.

Either way, the younger man shut up immediately and stepped back, watching intently as Alice handed the drinks to the men. She now knew it was time to perform and stepped over to the phonograph before Ergin would stand up again to do so, earning a thankful laugh from his fat face as he and his friend lazily gawked at her.

As she gently placed the needle onto the record, she was careful to lean against the window and shift the curtain open - even it was only slightly - knowing that would be enough to let the boys below know the bosses were distracted.

That short feeling of relief was quickly replaced by the anxiety she'd been pushing down as the music started to play and she knew she couldn't postpone the dance any longer. Almost all forms of self harm had always been extremely appealing to Alice until this moment, awkwardly trying to cut her skin whilst remaining sexy and moving on beat. The men didn't care though, excited as she cut off her garters, corset and bra leaving only panties by time the song finished. Her mind had been miles away, not really seeing anything in the room as she danced, so when the trance ended with the music, she was relieved to notice their two cups empty although Maximus' remained full.

"Very nice, but remember what I said? All clothes off-" just as Ergin's instruction struck another deep pang of fear into Alice's chest, a loud bang followed by some shouts came from downstairs and all attention was averted.

"What the fuck was that? Max you go look!" Ergin demanded and the younger man immediately complied, shooting Alice a sharp glare before racing out of the room. From that point on everything moved fast. Too fast for her to properly comprehend.

All of a sudden, Alice felt a heavy force against her face and went flying to the floor, taking a second to realise that Ergin had hit her and was now bent down beside her. The woman could already feel the small amount of tranquilliser making her drowsy and so she knew that he would pass out any minute now - he had to - she just had to hold him off until one of the blinders arrived.

"What have you done, whore? What did you put in Aylin's drink? And what was that bang? You and the blinders have come up with some plan! What is it?" He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her face so that it was inches from his. Out the corner of her eye she could see that his friend had passed out so she just prayed that he would too - but he didn't.

"I said what have you done?" He repeated himself louder, spit flying from his mouth onto her face before he struck her again, once again sending her body to the floor.

She groaned in pain this time and struggled to move away as Ergin towered over her. There was blood all over her body already from the cuts she'd made, now some leaked from her mouth as her lip started to swell and she knew her face would be bruised the next day.

"You really think I drink a drink made by a Shelby whore?" He scoffed before kicking her hard in the ribs, earning another painful groan. "I may be fat and old. But I am not stupid."

From her position on the floor, Alice tried to take the knife off the table but Ergin quickly grabbed her hair again and dragged her around the room, to the chair she'd originally sat on. Memories of Jones flashed agonisingly through her brain every millisecond and she started to really hate Tommy for putting her up to this - yet hate herself more for agreeing to do it. John was right; she did love putting herself in danger. That was until the consequences of the danger hit her like they were right now.

"If he dies, I promise you will regret it very much." As Ergin spoke he placed bullets into a silver pistol, shaking and dropping some as he did.

Although his thick accent was still intimidating and booming, Alice realised he wasn't as powerful as he seemed and was in fact scared or at least nervous.

She looked around desperately for something to defend herself with, slowly regaining her hope; until she saw her handbag and felt a powerful surge of adrenaline. Just as he finished loading the weapon, Alice reached for the bag and pulled it to the ground with her, bloody hands desperately fumbling for the gun inside as she heard the violence downstairs.

"Hopefully that's the Blinders I can hear and not the Turks." Her thought was cut off by Ergin grabbing her again, this time by her neck, and pinning her against a wall. He squeezed tight and stared into her eyes as he did, watching the hope drain from them as the air did from her lungs.

She was almost convinced that these would be her final moments, staring into an ugly face - just as she had been with Jones so many times. Gradually, her body was going limp in his hand, her limbs feeling heavy as she thrashed against him, scratching and spitting like a wild animal.

"You planned ahead for this huh! What is the antidote for this poison? Tell me now!" He shouted, loosening his grip with wide eyes and letting her catch her breath for a second.

Her head was pounding and dizzy but it still worked fast.

"It's, it's in my dress. Sewn in. A small vile." She choked out, the noises downstairs getting louder and her body getting heavier.

As soon as the words left her mouth he dropped her and rushed to the crumpled white velvet by the phonograph, looking worriedly to Aylin before starting to desperately rip at the material.

"You stay there whore or I will kill every single member of the Shelby family, you understand?" He barked with his back facing her, but soon froze as he heard a gun cock and felt the metal pressed to the back of his head.

In that half minute, Alice had managed to get herself up, grab her gun and quietly slink over, leaving a trail of blood behind her on the already red carpet. There were few thoughts as she placed the gun to his head, only one real loud one that screamed "Fuck you!" He didn't deserve a chance to explain himself, he was a pig and now he was going to die.

"There's no antidote. It's not poison, it's a tranquilliser. Your friend would've been fine, you stupid fucking-"

"Please!" He cut her off with a loud beg but before he could let out another word she pulled the trigger - a loud bang echoing through the room.

It didn't move in slow motion like Alice thought it would, instead it was quick and sudden; skull fragments flying and a heavy thud. She'd never taken a life before and it was easier than expected.

Meanwhile downstairs, John heard the gunshot and even amongst the fighting in the lobby, he knew that it came from the suite. His blood immediately ran cold. The Blinders were winning and the Turks were massively outnumbered, but he felt no sense of victory until he knew it was Alice who fired that shot. He looked around the reception desperately, bloodshed all around him, until he spotted a waiter cowering in the corner - obviously not paid enough to be dealing with this.

Eyes wide, he grabbed the man's collar and shouted "Ergin's suite! Now!" to which the man immediately complied, taking him to the hidden staircase that lead directly to the exclusive room.

However, John hadn't been the only one to hear the gunshot. Maximus was already halfway up those stairs when he heard it, running as he reloaded his own weapon and prayed to God that his uncle was alive.

Upon opening the door, he was enraged to see Ergin dead and Alice stood with her gun to Aylin's head, about to shoot the passed out man until he suddenly tackled her, throwing her to the ground and pinning her down with bared teeth - foaming like a rabid dog.

"You fucking bitch!" He shouted, a guttural, grief filled scream as he started to violently shake her shoulders, banging her head against the floor. She was struggling to stay awake at this point and could feel herself slipping into darkness between each painful bump to the head. Still, she tried to fight back against him, punching, screaming and spitting. It was no use though.

He was in a trance like state, mad with grief, rage and shock, turning him into a complete animal with enough strength to break the girl's neck if he wanted despite his skinny frame.

"You evil fucking slut." He hissed, holding both her hands above her head with just one of his whilst the other groped her chest with such force that she screamed in pain. "You think you had it bad with the gypsy scum? Just you wait little girl." He dug in his nails so hard it drew blood, running them down her chest and digging into the fresh cuts made during her dance. There was definitely at least one broken rib he pressed into too, the pain becoming so intense that Alice could barely breathe as she cried out for help.

His hand finally reached her underwear, ripping them off in one swift motion despite her attempts at kicking him away. The feeling of his sharp nails drawing so close to her privates filled Alice with pure terror. A horrific scream left her lungs, followed by a loud sob.

But then suddenly he withdrew and his body was no longer on top of hers - giving her an immense sense of relief. That was until she heard John's voice calling her name and realised the psycho was going after him now.

"He's got a gun, John!" She desperately cried from the floor, her vision fading and not even certain her voice was loud enough for him to hear. She couldn't lift her head or keep her eyes open anymore, all she could do was listen as bullets started flying, empty shells flicking onto her naked body but from who she couldn't tell.

The room fell silent and there was a thud, sounding similar to the one Ergen made when he'd dropped dead earlier - instantly putting Alice's heart in her throat as she prayed it wasn't John's body she heard.

Apart from her own breathing and her heart thudding, she could hear nothing.

"Alice?" His thick Birmingham accent broke the silence and the woman instantly let out a relieved sob, alerting him to her position in the room and he immediately bolted over.

"Fuck." He muttered upon seeing her, more blood than skin visible, and quickly bent down to her side, ripping off his jacket to wrap around her. "Where'd they get you?"

His hands desperately searched her body for a bullet wound, shaking as he struggled to distinguish each injury from the next.

"Alice, where'd they get you?" He repeated, his voice cracking as his worst worries had seemingly come true.

"I-I'm not shot, John." She spluttered, almost laughing with relief. "They made me try the drink. I'll be fine."

Those were the final words she had the strength to say before passing out, much to John's incredible panic as he tried to shake her awake. It was after a few seconds of panic that he decided to believe those words - or at least try to - and he grabbed a blanket to wrap the woman in before rushing down the stairs with her in his arms, holding her tightly against his chest.

It only took a minute for him to get outside and into the closest getaway car, throwing himself into the passenger seat and shouting "Fucking drive!" to Isaiah.

"But Tommy told me to-"

John swiftly pressed his gun to the younger man's head, his pupils maniacally thin and sweat dropping profusely from his forehead.

"I don't give a fucking shit about Tommy! Fucking drive!"

This time the boy immediately complied, stepping on the gas and speeding away as the remaining blinders started the fire that would eventually burn the entire Turkish hotel to the ground - only leaving ashes behind.

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I’ll just be hanging around the mistletoe, hoping to be kissed

Jonathon Crane x Reader

Sorry, this took me a while and it's pretty out of character but it was fun to write. I usually write in second person but did this for a change. It's based on another 'Love Actually' quote as well, because why not?!

Requests are still open so please ask. I do a lot of music related stuff, so the Christmas season is manic but the bulk of my work is over now, so I should be able to get back to writing now!

Love you all, thanks for reading and please interact! 💜

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, talk of divorce, age gap, cheesy fluff

There had always been something about Jonathon Crane. He was my dad’s best friend, a psychopharmacologist that worked closely with him. When I was younger he had been my first port of call whenever I needed advice, I had stayed with him when my parents were going through a messy divorce and he had always been a shoulder to cry on. When he realised the true extent of my problems he had offered me counselling and when I refused because I didn’t want my parents to find out he had offered it to me for free. There was very little left about me that I didn’t know. In turn, he had told me a lot about himself - the abuse he had suffered at the hands of his father and stories about the time that he spent working at the asylum. 

Everything changed when the divorce was over though. I went to lie with my mum full time and never saw him anymore, I texted him a lot to start with but my need to communicate diminished the longer we were apart. Then I hit the age of 18 and finished my exams, passing with flying colours and choosing to go and study at university. I turned 19 the autumn that I moved away and everything finally felt as if it was in the past. My parents were no longer as big a part of my life as they once had been, therefore neither was Jonathon.

It was the first December since I had left my mum’s house, I had decided that I was going to spend Christmas with my dad - just a quiet one the pair of after I hadn’t seen him for so long. I had left halls earlier in the month and returned home. I didn’t have a job here or anything so I had to spend the lead-up to Christmas in the house on my own whilst my dad was still working. It was three days before Christmas and I had gone out to do the massive food shop that always comes with the season, I was just unpacking the bags when there was a knock on the door. I thought it was probably somebody delivering a parcel, but was happily surprised when I opened it to find Crane. From the look on his face he was feeling the same.

“Jonathon, my god, I haven’t seen you in years. How are you?” I moved to allow him to come inside.

“I’m not too bad, how about you? My god you look so different now.” It was then that I spotted a gash on the side of his face, grooving across his perfect cheekbone.

“What happened, are you alright?” He looked bemused for a moment before reaching a hand to his face, there was blood still on it when he took it away.

“Oh, that… It was one of the patients at Arkham, had a break when I was in a room along with him. I’m fine, honestly.”

“At least let me get you something to patch it up with. You’re bleeding.” He looked a little awkward, only agreeing when he realised that I was worried about him. He probably hated the idea of upsetting me after everything we had discussed over the weekend.

A few minutes later I had found him a plaster, putting the kettle on for a cup of tea and sitting down at the kitchen table to catch up. He was interested in my studies, very apologetic about the divorce and assured you that if I needed anything whilst I was in town he was just a call away. I found out that he had moved up in the world, now the psychology lead at Arkham and lecturing part time at the university as well. He had left not too long later, but only after I had asked him to come over on Christmas Eve for dinner. It would be like old time, spending an evening with him and my Dad, probably watching die hard and laughing at them when they drank a glass too many of scotch. 

~

Christmas Eve arrived, and with it came a small disaster. My dad had been called away for work urgently and was going to be away over Christmas, meaning that I was left to spend it alone. The dinner had been cancelled and with it all of my company for the festive season. I wasn’t planning on celebrating now, moping around and making a ready meal before settling down to watch ‘The Holiday’ with a glass of wine. I had just made myself comfortable when there was a knock on the door. “For fuck’s sake,” I thought, “I just want to get this bloody depressing evening over with.”

I answered the door, with a scowl, only to find my spurned dinner guest behind it.

“Jonathon, I thought I told you that Dad was away over Christmas, I cancelled dinner and everything.”

“I got your message. I was going to be alone for Christmas Eve as well, so I figured that we could be alone together, or something like that. Don’t worry about dinner, I’ve booked a place. I want this evening to be easy for you, just relax, God knows that you deserve after the last few years.” 

It was then that I realised he was wearing a suit - a nicely tailored navy blue rather than the somewhat stuffy ones that he wore for work. In his hand was a bouquet of flowers, which he seemed to have forgotten.

“Jon, you brought me flowers?” He thrust them forwards then. “White roses, my…”

“…Your favourite.” He awkwardly interrupted, finishing my sentence. I gestured him inside, going to put the flowers in a vase.

“I’ll go and get ready then, make yourself at home and I’ll be as fast as I can.”

~

Half an hour later I was down the stair in a black dress and heels, hair haphazardly pinned up in a tumble of curls and makeup done. Jonathon emerged from the lounge, taking his coat off the peg and getting ready to go.

“Shall we then, the restaurant isn’t far so I thought we could walk.”

He was right, it wasn’t far at all and we were soon seated at a table. This place was more expensive than I was used to and we were half way through the main when I mentioned it.

“I’m not sure I can half this bill with you Jon, I’m a broke student.” He just chuckled good-naturedly in response.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s on me. It’s Christmas and I thought it would be a nice treat for both of us.”

“You sure?”

“I’m positive, since the new job I’ve been making a little more than I can spend on myself without feeling guilty.”

“How’s it going? Do you enjoy working at Arkham? And you lecture as well, right?” He hesitated before responding.

“I like my work at the asylum, it’s fascinating and there is such a rich body of patients to observe. Lecturing I don’t like quite so much, my students are a pain, none of them actually seem interested in the subject. If an assignment is handed in on time it’s a novelty for me. How are you finding university?”

“I can’t say I’m loving it, I haven’t made many friends really and the lecturers are a bit dull. I just wish that there was someone there I knew, that I could talk to.”

“Give it a bit more time, but if things aren’t working out you could always transfer to Gotham. It’s not the safest place in the world, or cheap, but the university is good. I can put a word in if you like, you can even stay with me for a while, give you a chance to get on your feet.”

“That’s really kind of you Jon, I’ll definitely think about it.”

At the end of the evening Jonathon paid as he had promised, refusing to even let me see the bill. When we stood from our seats he held out his coat to me, helping me to slip my arms through the too-long sleeves.

“Here, you’ll need it more than me.”

“Are you sure you won’t be cold.”

“I’ll be fine.” He proffered an arm to me as well, which he didn’t on the way there. He could tell I wasn’t used to this sort of treatment, but he had become more instinctually protective as the evening went on and couldn’t help himself.

“You’ve had a few glasses of wine, I want to make sure that you’re steady. Can’t have you falling on the way back.” I slipped my hand through the crook of his left elbow, automatically bringing me closer to his warm body. 

“You know, you are so much more grown up than when I last met you. You were a girl when you left and came back a well-rounded, compassionate woman. You should be proud of yourself for how you’ve turned out.”

“Well, you haven’t changed at all Dr Crane. Always were and still are wonderful to me.”

The little exchanged stopped shortly after that and we carried on the walk in comfortable silence. A small amount of snow had started to dust the ground, starting to visibly settle just as we reached the front door.  I stopped to retrieve the key out of my bag and fumbled with the lock before Jon put his hand on mine, stopping me. He looked up, signalling me to do the same. Above us a single sprig of mistletoe was hung on the doorframe.

“It would be a shame to waste the opportunity, don’t you think?”

“Are you sure? I mean, it isn’t that I don’t want to, but you’re my dad’s best friend. Are you sure it isn’t wrong?”

“Well, I want to kiss you and you want to be kissed, what’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing I suppose.”

“Well then, I’ll just be hanging around the mistletoe, hoping to be kissed.”

With that I reached up to him, bringing my lips to his in a passionate yet gentle kiss as he engulfed me in his arms. At that moment I could tell that, despite what I had originally thought, this was going to be a truly magical Christmas.

[ashamedtobewhitemanswhore27]

who are some really good dark fic writers?

[midnightswithdearkatytspb]

MidnightsWithDearKatyTSPB’s Recommendation List: May Pt. 1

Welcome to the first part of the May recommendation list. I hope you have been working enough, with the semester coming to a close for those in school. Ensure you aren’t letting yourself go too crazy with finals and are coming up for air and self-care. If you would like a moodboard made for your story or character, please send me a request. I would love to make you one. If you are interested in having your writing challenges featured here, your stories, or even your blog, please feel free to tag me in your works, message me, or use the hashtag MidnightWithDearKatyTSPB. Heads up, June may be all on one list. I’m going to my Grandmother’s 90th birthday and visit my family. I’ll get plenty of reading done while I’m gone, but I don’t know how much list-making I’ll get done. I hope your spring is going well and allergies are leaving you alone.

<<April Pt. 2 💐

May Pt. 2✨>>

Masterlist 📜

I'll See You Again (Moodboard + One-Shot) >> Tommy Shelby x OFC!Estella Shelby - Summary: Estella doesn’t want to let go of Tommy or her family.

BLURBS/DRABBLES:

Escape to Me by @daisyblinder >> Tommy Shelby x fem!reader - Summary/Request: The reader is autistic but masks a lot, so it's hidden, and Tommy can tell when they’re getting overwhelmed, so he sort of helps them out? | Found this very touching and wish to have a Tommy who would comfort them in those times of being overwhelmed.

Tommy Shelby + Hot Asshole Neighbor by @scorpiussage >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Were not always lucky when it comes to neighbors, or are we? (My Summary) | If Tommy were my neighbor, I would gladly like to hear how he would like to make it up to me. 😏

ONE-SHOTS:

And Her Name Is... by @teenwolf-theoriginals >> Dad!Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: The children help come up with baby names. | I truly love this family!Tommy setting.

The Boys by @teenwolf-theoriginals >> Dad!Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: You get a call from the boys’ school, that later sparks a tense conversation between you and Tommy. | I love reading Tommy in a family setting and Charlie with more siblings. Happy to read this.

Close Your Eyes, Make A Wish by @look-at-the-soul >> Modern!Tommy Shelby x reader - Summary/Request: The reader could be having an extremely stressful day, and Tommy comes home to find her looking out their bedroom window, and he gives her a cuddle knowing it always calms her down. | I had a smile on my face the whole time I read this.

Enraptured by @toms-cherry-trees >> John Shelby x Reader - Summary: Gif Request - Sneak Preview: “Oh I see a lot that I like” That cheeky grin of his has not left his lips, and you want to kiss the arrogance out of him... | I love this so much, honestly. You can never get too much, John Shelby.

Mine by @toms-cherry-trees >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Gif Request - Sneak Preview: More often that he cared to admit, Tommy had pictured her with that fan in her hand and nothing else on her skin. | The ending took me by surprise, and it had me so giddy.

More Than Enough by @dandelionprints >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Sneak Peak: “Who have you heard say that? You tell me and I’ll send Arthur round to have a chat with them, no one talks about my wife like that!” | Fantastic job making me fall in love with Tommy Shelby all over again.

My Daughter. by @toomanyfandomsallatonce >> Tommy Shelby x F!Reader - Summary: One of the maids at Arrow house yells at your daughter for breaking a vase, and Tommy is extremely displeased when he finds out. | I have such a soft spot for Dad!Tommy Shelby.

Season's Change, People Don't by @shelbyssins >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary/Request - Sneak Preview: “What if you say no and regret it?” Tommy asked, his voice as soft as the breeze whispering over Y/n’s skin. | This was just perfect, perfect, absolutely perfect.

There's A Lot of Making Up To Do by @acewritesfics >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Y/N is Charlie's daughter. Her and Tommy grew up together and have always been close until she moved away to go be a nurse in London. But now she's back. | Sometimes, a way to a woman's heart is a horse and remembering their teenage dreams of said perfect horse.

Untitled by @padfootdaredmetoo >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Sneak Peak: “You leave what’s mine alone. Now give my regards to Mr. Kimber.” He spat on them as John pulled him back; looking down at them, he wondered if they were dead. | This one-shot brings me joy and makes me want to cheer for Tommy Shelby.

Welcome Back Sweetheart. by @toomanyfandomsallatonce >> Tommy Shelby x F!Reader - Summary: You left Tommy before the war started, and now, years later, he found you again, and this time he won't let you run again. Especially not into the arms of your abusive husband. | When Tommy makes a promise, he keeps it.

Whatever You Say by @little-diable >> Tommy Shelby x fem!reader - Summary: The reader finds a book without a title in Tommy's office, and the more pages she flips, the more she starts to realize that it's a book filled with drawings of naked bodies. | Thank you for the porn with a plot. It was *chefs kiss* perfect.

SERIES:

1919 Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | by @shelby-fangirl00 >> Tommy Shelby x OFC!Jasmine Manson - Summary: Jasmine has lost almost everything in life except her Godmother, Polly, and the Shelby family. They are perhaps the only thing keeping her somewhat sane. She spends her days taking care of Finn and her nights living by the moon, reminiscing of old days with Tommy Shelby, wishing for him to come back to her to the way things were before the war. The thing is, the war has changed them both as they both have lost and changed so much in the four years they were apart. (my summary, sorry) | Loosely based on the series, and I'm loving what there is so far!

Night In January pt. 1 | Through The Window pt. 2 | Only Joys Will Come pt. 3 | by @evita-shelby >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: I ride on the January, which leads to a life-changing decision and Shelby family tradition. (My Summary) | I loved the emotions this touches on and how you can picture it happening in the series.

Welcome To Downtown, Mr. Shelby | Chapter 9 | by @notyour-valentine >> Tommy Shelby x OFC!Crawley - Summary: He was born on a boat, with neither of his parents sure of the date after the fact, unregistered and unlisted until he went to fight for his country. Her birth had been celebrated with the ringing of church bells, champagne toasts, and announcements in newspapers on both sides of the Atlantic. Their worlds could not have been more different, and perhaps that was why, when Thomas Shelby looked at Lady Charlotte Crawley, he saw more than her title, more than her looks- he saw an opportunity. | I look forward to reading more, and I love how you combine both universes. I know I said that last time Val, but you always blow my mind with your ability to do so.

PEDRO PASCAL CHARACTERS:

BLURBS/DRABBLES:

Games by @psychedelic-ink >> bodyguard!Joel Miller x actress!reader - Summary: Joel is fed up with your bratty behavior. | 🥵 🥵 🥵 Can be read alone or read its sequel High Enough.

Skinny Dipping by @swiftispunk >> Joel Miller x f!reader - Summary: Sneak Peak - "there," he says softly, reaching out his hand for you to take hold of, pulling you further into the water and closer to him. "feels nice, don't it?" | I’d skinny-dip any day with Joel Miller if it were anything like this.

Snack Break by @joelscruff >> boyfriend's dad!Joel Miller x f!reader - Summary: Joel needs you to be quiet. | Cocky!Joel telling you to enjoy your snack does things to me.

ONE-SHOTS:

At His Side (In His Bed) by @proxima-writes >> mand’alor!Din Djarin x female reader x Paz Vizsla - Summary: They call you the whore of Mandalore. Nothing more than the woman at the side of the ruler of New Mandalore, Din Djarin, a pretty little prize that he likes to share with his General Commander, Paz Vizsla. Mandalorians have always been good at keeping their secrets. | It's hot, and if you are like me, you'll surely love the ending.

High Enough by @psychedelic-ink >> Dieter Bravo x actress!reader x bodyguard!Joel Miller - Summary: An afterparty, weed, drinks, a grumpy bodyguard, and an eccentric actor. What can go wrong? | I think that was one of the hottest things I’ve ever read. 🥵🔥

In Her Defense by @swiftispunk >> Joel Miller x f!reader - Summary: An unexpected attack. A protective instinct. A heartfelt exchange. (The reader steps in when a stranger tries it with Ellie, and Joel is a guilt-ridden sad boy about it.) | This was a lovely one-shot; I'm so glad I read it!

*I've Shattered Now by @wannab-urs >> Dieter Bravo x Reader - Summary: Continuation of A Ghost of You (but can be read separately). Dieter dies, and you have to learn to live without him. | I’m not crying like a big baby. Nope, I promise. This was so beautifully written, and I would read it repeatedly. Please read all TW.

*Old Soul by @softlyspector >> Joel Miller x f!Reader - Summary: You're never quite sure of your place in Joel's life. Everyone else seems to know exactly what it is. | This whole work is dark yet beautiful, honestly, and I love it.

Say It With Your Hands by @swiftispunk >> Joel Miller x f!reader - Summary: Ellie convinces Joel to see the town masseuse. It goes mostly okay. | That was so hot 🥵 Hannah, thank you for sharing this with us.

*Seasons by @loquaciousferret >> Pre-Outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader - Summary: One scene for each season of the year of your relationship as you fall in love with Joel Miller, single dad, and sweet southern heartthrob. | The best slow-burn and sweet porn I've read features Joel Miller. I adored it.

Toyin' With Them Older Guys by @proxima-writes >> bartender!Joel Miller x female!reader - Summary: Joel Miller is the grumpy bartender and owner of your favorite bar near campus, where you attend trivia every Tuesday night. Thinking there’s no way Joel could return your feelings, your friend suggests trying out Tinder. But when you bring them to the bar for a date, they leave mid-date without explanation. Maybe there’s something Joel isn’t telling you after all. | This was hot and, dare I say, adorable.

Weakness by @pedgeitopascal >> Joel Miller x female reader - Summary: An afternoon at Bill and Frank’s takes an unexpected turn for you and Joel when some feelings start coming to the surface. | The last line of this just sums this up so perfectly and beautifully…. I love it.

STORIES:

Apothecary | Chapter 4 | by @atinylittlepain >> Joel Miller x witchy!reader - Summary: Joel becomes curious about the woman running the medicine shop in Jackson, and the strange rumors swirling around her. | I know there is still more to come, and I look forward to what is in store for them.

Burning Hour by @juletheghoul >> Din Djarin x Royal F!Reader - Summary: Din Djarin is the captain of your father - the king's royal guard and, as such, is tasked with protecting you. When you leave a child and come back a woman, he sees you in a different light- but he isn’t the only one with his eye on you. Can a Princess and her Knight find a way to be together? | This story is so good! And the plot twist that you don't see coming! It blew my mind and made me love this story even more. I'm not sure which part I loved the most the vows, the porn, or the plot twist. I highly recommend you read this.

In My Hometown Series | Come Back, Be Here | by @swiftispunk >> neighbour!dbf!Joel Miller x fem!afab!actor(ish)!reader (+ platonic!Tommy and platonic!Sarah - Summary: Joel reckons with life in Austin after you return to LA | It's hot, but this series period is hot. It's one of my all-time favorite Joel Miller series here on Tumblr, and Hannah does amazing writing, Joel and reader.

One For The Money, Two For The Show by @cowgurrrl >> rockstar!Joel Miller x actress!reader - Summary: When world-famous rockstar Joel Miller finds himself in some hot water with the press, his PR team suggests fake dating an up-and-coming actress to refine his image. However, when they actually start spending time together, the happy couple can’t stand each other. Will they be able to turn it around for the cameras, or will it all be for nothing? | I LOVE THIS SERIES! If I were the reader, I would be screaming into my pillows about Joel Miller and his stupid face.

Raider by @toxicanonymity >> raider!Joel Miller x fem!reader - Summary: You think Joel is saving you from the bad guys, but he's just claiming you for himself. You're his now, and he won't let you or his men forget it. Better be a good girl for him. It's for your own good, sweet pea. | It's both a perfect amount of dark and porn. If you like dark!Joel look no further.

True Blue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | by @beskarandblasters >> Joel Miller x OC!Hannah - Summary: Joel has lived most of his life with little emotional attachments, especially romantic attachments. He was satisfied with only having his brother, Tommy, and his friend, Tess. That is until Hannah moves to the Boston QZ from Hartford, Connecticut QZ after the military control there collapses, and Joel questions everything he thought he knew about love, trust, and loyalty. | I look forward to seeing where this goes because this has me sucked in, and it’s very good!

*Uneven Odds by @theetherealbloom >> Joel Miller x Fem!Reader - Summary: The Reader is dragged into the Last of Us universe and has no choice but to watch the events unfold or will she be able to change what was already written? | You want to cry, scream, and laugh all throughout. It’s a must-read for fans of the television series and Joel Miller.

Untitled pt.1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 | by @pascalisbaby >> neighborhood!dbf!Joel Miller x fem!reader - Summary: after two years of fantasizing about your neighbor, Joel, he finally gives you what you’ve been dying for. | This series is just so good! Please read it.

TRIPLE FRONTIER:

ONE-SHOTS:

Take Care of You by @musings-of-a-rose >> Benny Miller x f!reader - Summary/Request: Here is my Benny idea. He gets worried about his baby working nights. The reason why he takes her to and from work. Go out to their favorite hangout for a late dinner. Then spoil her as soon they get home. | Buddles, that is so cute, and yes, I could use some myself.

Pedro Pascal characters as Taylor Swift albums by @swiftispunk

Tommy Shelby Moodboard by @raincoffeeandfandoms

[vittoriamurphy]

I always wanna die (sometimes)

[writers-hes]

[Interest Check]

I have two tommy prompts that I wanna write but I can only write one. Choose one!

An enemies to lovers modern!Tommy Shelby x collector!reader where reader is an art collector who so happens to have what Tommy wants—the sapphire necklace. It’s what all he had to remind him of his ancestors but reader is an avid art collector who doesn’t want to let it go. (romcom, light read) This will only have two parts

OR

A dark!Tommy where reader is blessed with the power of healing. Polly hires her to heal Tommy’s nightmares until he grows so dependent on her. It will be angsty, dark, and reader is the type to believe and fear tommy. It will also have 2 parts

Now that these are laid down, choose your pick and don’t forget to reblog for sample or reply what you think!!! (giving you giys a week to decide :))

[cillianmesoftlyyy]

At the Cabaret Pt. 3 | Tommy Shelby x fem!character

Summary: A day at the races goes horribly wrong and Tommy falls through on one of his promises. Lenore pays the ultimate price for the boy from Small Heath, and she did it for love. But did she do it for nothing? Tommy was too late but can he fix what he caused to break?

Warnings: READ THESE!! Graphic description of sexual assault, blood, physical abuse, r*pe, penetration, objectification, degradation, sexism, trauma, injuries. This is a heavy chapter, please please please don't read if any of the warnings are triggering or upsetting. This is the most intense scene of the trilogy. This is not intended to romanticize any of the previously stated elements. You can skip this and still understand.

word count: 5015k

Off To The Races- Lana Del Rey 🎶

Where Did You Sleep Last Night- Iridium 🎵

What Was I Made For- Billie Eilish 🎶

Read warnings before continuing!

She dressed in a dark red flapper dress, decorated with tiny fake rubies, black beads, and fringe. She had black gloves and a black studded headband to pair. Lucy helped her get ready, choosing earrings and pinning her hair in place. When she heard the loud honk of an automobile, she rushed to the window and saw Tommy below, looking either way on the pavement as people walked past, mothers clutching their children. 

“I’ll be back later this evening.” She grabbed her shawl and a handbag and waved goodbye to Lucy. Tommy stubbed out his cigarette when he saw her come out through the front door. Her flapper style dress ended at her knees, the tassels danced as she moved, like every particle of her being was excited for the day. 

“Do you like it?” She asked and twirled for him, fanning out her skirt to show the detail she’d put into the decoration. 

“It’s perfect.” He nodded and opened the side door for her and helped her in. The leather seats were cold in the December air and she moved closer to Tommy for warmth. He closed the drivers’ side door and threw the clutch, the engine started with a rattly enthusiasm. She fought the urge to slip her hands across his thighs to warm them. To rest her head upon his shoulder like she would have her brother if he was still alive. Tommy stared straight ahead at the black road splitting the apartment blocks on either side of the road.

“Have you ever been to the races before?” He asked her, glancing over as he drove.

“No, no one’s ever asked me before.” She smiled and smoothed her dress, “I’m looking forward to it.”  

“As am I.” He agreed and she watched as his eyes became more narrowed as they left the city, traveling on dirt roads to the tracks outside of Birmingham. Tommy had been interested in horses when he was a boy too. That was another thing about Tommy that never changed.

“Do you have a horse in the race?” She asked.

“Hm? Oh, no, this is strictly for future business ventures. Everyone knows that business gets done at the tracks.” He took out a cigarette from his breast pocket and drove with one hand on the wheel, the other lighting the cigarette. 

“Right…” She agreed hesitantly and felt her stomach sink. Why did she have such a bad feeling about the afternoon? 

They neared the massive arena where the tracks were located and Tommy hopped out of his seat and ran over to her side before she could open her own door. 

“So chivalrous.” She laughed.

“It’ll make up for all the shit I have to do to get us inside.” He grumbled to himself and coaxed her along, a hand held protectively behind her back. 

“What are you talking about?” She whispered, walking as quickly as she could in her heels. 

“Peaky Blinders aren’t exactly allowed into the main building where Kimber and his men host their get-togethers.” He shrugged and directed her around the side of one building. 

“Then why are we trying to get in there, Tommy.” She pulled at his jacket, trying to get him to slow down. 

“I think I’ll have to boost you up into the window so you can open the door from the inside.” He talked distractedly to himself. 

“Tommy!” She exploded and tore his attention away from the building. “What am I doing here?” She narrowed her eyes and frowned, deeply suspicious now. He looked away and back again. “Please don’t tell me you’re using me for bait or some shit like that, Tommy.” 

“Not bait, just a… distraction.” He corrected her. 

She scoffed, “this is fucked up, Tommy. You’re leaving me in the asp’s nest while you go do some business?” She tried to shove him but he stood strong, unmoving when she put her hands on him. 

“This was part of the deal, Lenore.” Tommy whispered seriously. 

“What happened to friendship, Tommy?” She snapped, fearful tears spilling over her eyelashes. “You’re going to let Kimber do whatever he wants with me. That’s why we’re here at the tracks, isn’t it? Because he owns the whole fucking place?” She gasped, realizing his whole plan in an instant. Tommy looked down at his shoes and said nothing, struggling to find words. She tried to brush past him but he held her shoulders and pressed her against the side of the building. 

“Nore, I promise that I won’t let anything happen to you. I won’t let it get that far. I’ll get in there to stop him before he does anything to you, ok? I know this is a lot to ask of you but we need a distraction. We’re going to take over the tracks, Lenore. It’s happening today,” his face was inches from her’s, “I need you. I need you to be brave, Nore.” He looked between her eyes and licked his lips, waiting for her to nod. 

“Ok.” She finally said and wiped the tears from her cheek. “I’ll expect you to come to more of my shows after this. It’s only fair.” She tried to joke and he smiled. 

“Nice try.” He patted her cheek and stepped back. “Alright,” he lowered his hands and made a platform out of them, “come on.” 

“Fuck me,” She sighed defeatedly. “Move closer to the window, please.” She directed him against the wall and stepped onto his hands, pushing herself onto the open window ledge. The window was too narrow to swing her leg over so she edged herself over the side slowly. 

“Give me a minute,” she gritted her teeth, her breast spilling out of her dress as she prepared herself to fall forward onto the floor. 

“Do you need a push?” Tommy asked almost humorously.

“If you touch my ass, I’ll kill you.” She growled and pushed against the inside wall, tumbling over and landing heavily on her side in what looked like a back office. It took her a second to get her breath back before she could stand. 

“You ok in there?” Tommy called down below. 

“Coming.” She groaned and fiddled with the locked doorknob. She reached above the door frame and found a spare key. She unlocked the door and pulled Tommy inside. 

“You could’ve warned me to wear something more flexible.” She gestured to her flapper dress and her askew headband. 

“I’ll make sure to do that nextime.” He said too seriously. He straightened her headband and smoothed down her bobbed hair.

“Do I have any runs in my stockings?” She twirled and Tommy trailed his eyes down each leg, carefully examining them for any rips or runs.  

 “No.” He cleared his throat and fixed his hat over his forehead, casting his eyes into shadow. He walked to the door of the office and peered out, glancing each way to ensure the coast was clear. “Ready?” He asked, reaching out his open hand to her and she took it. “Come on.” He pulled her along and they scurried through the office hallways up to the main building. She couldn’t stop smiling as he directed her through the disordered back hallways, littered with bespeckled men with stacks of gambling papers.

“Excuse us!” She giggled, holding Tommy’s hand tighter and he smiled. 

“Up here, hurry!” He called over his shoulder and she followed obediently. 

They went through a set of double doors that led out into the normal part of the main building with guests. As the doors swung closed behind them, Tommy draped a hand around her waist and pulled her closer. She switched into character alongside him and allowed him to lead her to the wide room, guarded by two men in the racetrack’s uniform. Tommy greeted the men and gave them a false name. “Theodore Whiting.” He put his free hand in his pocket, showing off his gold watch and the men nodded. 

“And the lady, sir?” One man asked. 

“She’s Lady Lenore of Birmingham. Haven’t you heard of her?” He asked accusingly and she smiled flirtatiously. 

“Maybe I just look different with all my clothes on, eh boys?” She laughed and the men blushed.

“Excuse me, please go in.” 

“Thank you.” She smiled and followed Tommy inside. He looked around for Kimber and spotted him at a large table on the opposite side of the room. He was smoking a cigar and talking to his lawyer/accountant, Lenore still wasn’t sure which. He was wearing a pinstripe suit with a red pocket square stuffed into his breast pocket. His greasy graying hair stuck to his head like a second skin. 

“What am I supposed to do, Tommy?” She asked him quietly. “This isn’t the Cabaret.” 

 He looked down at her and gestured to the dance floor. 

“Do you dance?” He asked.

“Only if I’m asked properly, Tommy.” She crossed her arms over her chest. He rolled his blue eyes and sighed. 

“Lenore Panning, will you dance with me?” He asked slowly, trying to conceal the smile she prompted from him. 

“Yes.” She placed one hand on his shoulder and took his hand in the other. He wrapped his arm around her waist, keeping a box of space between them. He led her into a version of the foxtrot that involved more hopping than stepping. She followed his lead, mimicking his smiles and moments of seriousness. 

“I’m going to move us over towards Kimber’s table. I want you to smile and laugh like you’re in love with me, Nore.” He moved them across the dancefloor and she did as she was told, laughing and smiling at imaginary things he was saying to her. 

“Tommy Shelby!” Kimber called when he saw them dancing near their table. Tommy turned and smiled neatly, his teeth tucked behind his lips. Kimber stood and pointed at Lenore with a raised eyebrow. 

“How’d you get Lady Lenore of Birmingham to come out with you, Shelby?” His voice was friendly and jovial but she knew he was angry. 

“I asked and she said yes. Would you like a turn with her?” He stepped back, directing Kimber to take over. Kimber laughed and stubbed out his cigar. 

“I’ll tell you what, Shelby. I’ll have a few dances with the girl while you tell my men exactly what you’re doing here. Deal?” 

Tommy nodded, “Great.” He went to sit beside the men at the table and pulled out a cigarette. Kimber took her hand roughly and led her to the dance floor. 

“What the fuck are doing here with a fucking Shelby, eh?” He sneered down at her and she tensed against his hands. 

“Gee, Mr. Kimber, I just went because he asked me.” She shrugged and pouted. His grip on her waist and her had prevented her from shaking too noticeably. 

“So you’d do anything to get here, eh? If I knew you were that desperate to go to the races, I’d have fucked you myself.” His words were frightening and his grip tightened, she suppressed a pained squeal. 

“Please, Mr. Kimer, you’re hurting me.” She pleaded beneath her breath, allowing her character’s strength to slip. 

“Oh, shut up. You knew what you were doing with that dance the other night. You don’t get to take from me without paying me back.” He took both of her hands and pulled her deeper into the crowd of dancers. 

“What are you doing? Didn’t you want to dance?” 

“I want to get you away from that fucking gypsy Blinder. He should know what’s mine.” He snarled and pulled her through the crowd on the opposite side of the dance floor, towards the door leading out of the large room. She looked back and spotted Tommy speaking discreetly with the attorney. Tommy looked threatening and stoic beneath the hateful gaze of Kimber’s men lining the opposite side of the table. She tried to yell out for Tommy but Kimber yanked her off balance and pulled her through the door into an empty sitting room. He pointed at the man standing outside the door, “don’t let anyone in here or I’ll fucking shoot your cock off, ok?” 

He slammed the door closed and locked it, his greasy hair flopped over like a bad toupee. She shivered and her stomach clenched in fearful anticipation. He took her arm again and dragged her into a second room, the men’s bathroom. The lights were off and only the light from the window lit the room. 

“What are you doing?” She cried out as he threw her down on the cold white tile. She bruised her elbow on the hard surface and yelped in pain. 

“You’re just a fucking whore. I’m tired of niceties. You should have given this to me the other night but you didn’t. Now do what you’re paid for and lie fucking still!” He yelled at her. She backed herself up against the wall and he pulled her back to the floor by her hair. She kicked at him, hitting his crotch. He dropped her and groaned. 

“You’re a fucking horrible whore.” He growled darkly, blocking the door to leave. 

“That’s because I’m not a fucking whore, Kimber!” She screamed. 

“Well now you are.” He taunted and locked the bathroom door behind him. She rushed him and he punched her hard on her right cheekbone. She fell on the floor and cradled her cheek. He took the opportunity to hold her down, sitting on her stomach and undid his belt. Argrily he threw off his jacket that was restricting him and tried to undo his belt again. He kicked her legs hopelessly, tears streaming down her face, scarring her cheeks with kohl. She grabbed his arms.

“Please don’t do this! I don’t want to!” She tried to push him but everytime she started to sit up, he forced her head down hard against the tile. 

“Good whores don’t talk.” He spat on her face and she wiped it away distractedly, unable to process what was happening. He pulled up her dress and ripped down her underwear. 

“Tommy!” She tried to scream but he clamped a hand over her mouth, holding her head against the ground. 

“You’re his little fucking pet, aren’t you?” He spat, “full of surprises aren’t we? Well, I’ll be done with you soon enough.” He took out his penis and rubbed it aggressively trying to come to an erection. She almost laughed at how small he was and how hard it was for him to get it up. It was all too much to process and her brain started to shut down. 

…

Tommy laid it all out for Kimber’s men at the table. He explained to them that his men were currently unarming the men who terrorized the working-class men in the bathrooms for money and gambling cards, the men that Kimber couldn’t run out of his business because they were protected by a local Italian group. His offer was simple and straightforward. The Peaky Blinders would protect the track and Kimber’s patrons for a large, undisclosed, amount of money. The attorney was interested and asked to see how much money Tommy was talking about. Tommy told him and Kimber’s men all chuckled. 

“You really think we’re going to pay that?” The attorney asked. 

“Yes, I do because if you don’t then those goons are going to come back and scare away your largest percentage of clientele. You’ll go more bankrupt than you already are and close. That suit’s looking a little threadbare.” He argued. 

“It's Kimber’s decision.” The attorney said finally and they all looked for him in the crowd. Tommy stood, carefully scanning the room for any sight of Lenore. 

“Where are they?” He asked the attorney who shook his head.

“I don’t-”

“Where the fuck are they? You better tell me now or the whole fucking deal is off. I’ll take my men and go.” He grabbed the attorney by the lapels, spit flying around them. The attorney started shaking.

“I- I don’t know!”

Tommy dropped him back in his seat and raced through the crowd of people. “Lenore!” He called again and again as the band continued to play. He ran to the entrance and shouted at the men in their uniforms, “did the woman who came in with me leave this way?” They shook their heads. 

“No, sir.” They responded and Tommy nodded. 

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, FUCK. Tommy thought as he raced to the back wall where there was a door. He tried to get past the man guarding it but he pushed him away. 

“Are they in there?” He shouted. The man didn’t respond and kept his eyes on the distant wall. “I said are they in there, you fucking bastard!” He shouted at the man’s face and pushed him up against the wall with all of his force. The man sputtered and struggled against Tommy’s weight. “You don’t like this do you, eh? Imagine how that girl feels in there, sick bastard!” He growled and slashed the man with his cap, blood seeping out of the man’s face where he had been sliced. He fell to the ground and crawled away. 

Shouting erupted at the front and Tommy turned. He saw Arthur and John force their way into the room, followed by a small army of Tommy’s Romani kin. “Watch them!” Tommy pulled a gun and directed it at Kimber’s men. “Everyone else, OUT NOW!” He yelled and shot a bullet into the ceiling, silencing the band and dancers who rushed out. He tried the door but it was locked so he kicked it repeatedly with his thick boot heel. 

“Lenore!” He shouted with each kick. He took a few steps away from the door and slammed his shoulder into the lock, splintering it away from the wall. He pushed the door open and looked around the room. There were two doors leading into bathrooms. The door to the men’s bathroom was closed and he could hear muffled screams escape from under the crack in the door. 

“Lenore!” She yelled again and pounded on the door. He could hear squeaks and cries from the other side and tried to break down the door. 

…

With one hand on her face and the other one to guide him inside her, he assaulted her. It disgusted to hear him get-off inside her as she was forced to lie still against the ground. She felt herself floating outside of her body, she imagined it was her character that Kimber was assaulting, not her, but it didn’t stop the disgust and nausea that pushed itself through her subconsciousness. She heard loud noises outside and yelling, then a gunshot and Kimber stopped for a second. 

“It sounds like your little boyfriend found out where you are.” He laughed and moved his hips faster, his pathetic excuse for a penis probing her like a dull needle. She sobbed and gagged on the stifling situation that choked her. “Almost there.” He laughed and grunted loudly. She looked up at the ceiling and tried to scream for Tommy but the hand against her mouth silenced her. “I’m gonna finish inside you, doll. I bet Tommy’ll like that, eh?”

She started fully screaming, pleading to be knocked unconscious so she didn’t have to hear him or feel him anymore. She felt disgusting and gagged against his hand. 

“Oh it wasn’t that bad, was it?” He mocked her and pulled out. When he shoved himself back into his pants he grabbed her chin and squeezed her jaw painfully. 

“You’re not so special now, are you?” He ripped away from her and buckled his pants. The door to the bathroom shook violently and Kimber stood above her, a disturbing grin on his face. 

“Tommy!” She screamed weaky and Kimber kicked her hard in the cunt and she screamed in pain. She was pretty sure that she was bleeding now and sure enough, when she dragged a finger up her thigh, blood coated her fingertip. 

“Lenore!” Tommy screamed from the outside and the door shook again. 

“She’s alright, Shelby! I just took what was rightfully mine, nothing more. You can have what’s left.” He bent over her again and clutched her throat in his hand, her face turned pink. “You enjoyed it didn’t you, doll?” He sneered and she cried. 

“You hurt me.” Was all she could say and he laughed. 

“Awww, did I now? Too fucking bad, whore.” He slapped her hard and she whimpered weakly, beginning to lose consciousness. The door flew open and Tommy raised his pistol at Kimber. Kimber stumbled backwards against the wall, hands raised at the level of his chest.

“Now, now, Tommy. Don’t do something stupid.” He warned. 

Tommy nodded, “alright,” and shot Kimber in the head. Kimber’s body fell back against the wall and slumped slowly to the floor. Blood spattered across the room on Lenore’s face and she crawled backwards away from Kimber’s bloody body, trailing a small stream of her own blood until she reached one of the sinks and held onto the porcelain lip. She hyperventilated and sobbed, shaking so bad that she couldn’t hold the sink without her fingers losing their grip. Tommy dropped to his knees and cupped Lenore’s face in her hands. Seeing his face, she finally remembered her anger. 

“You promised, Tommy! You promised!” She screamed and hit his chest with her closed fits. He took it and nodded. 

“I know, I know. I never meant for this to happen. I didn’t imagine that he would do something quite like this…”

“What? Something so fucking violent? It’s rape, Tommy. How else could it be?” She struck his chest weakly and sobbed. Tommy looked over at the trail of blood and clenched his jaw. His hands slacked and went to her underarms.

“I’m going to pick you up, ok?” He pulled her out from underneath the sink and scooped her up. Her crotch sent shocks of pain up her spin and she gritted her teeth. “It’ll be ok, Nore.” He said, his own voice wavered slightly at the sight of her pain. He carried her out to the main room. Arthur and John looked over concerned. 

“John, get her to the car. Wait for me there. We need to take her to the hospital.” He handed Lenore off to John who carried her out and down the stairs to where their car waited in a lot. Tommy turned the table of Kimber’s men and sniffed. “Deal’s off. I own this place now. If you have a problem with that, speak to my fucking lawyer.” He shouted at them and spun on his heels. 

“You heard the man!” Arthur bellowed at Kimber’s men as Tommy left and ran down the stairs to the car. Lenore was laid out flat on the backseat with John behind the wheel. Tommy climbed into the backseat and picked her head up and rested it on his lap. 

“Go, John! Now!” He took her hand and ran his thumb over the joint of her thumb. “What did he fucking do to you?” He whispered, not expecting her to hear him. The bruise spreading on her face turned a ruddy purple color. 

“He punched me, Tommy, and then he raped me, and then he kicked me when I called for you. He kicked me so hard…” She sobbed and he gasped quietly. 

“You mean he kicked you…” His hand moved slowly to her crotch and slipped below the skirt. He saw the continuous stream of blood on her thigh and understood. Kimber had ripped her underwear completely off so she bled freely on the seats in Tommy’s car as they rushed to the hospital. He smoothed down the hair on her forehead and wiped the tears from her face. She reached up and took his hand from her face and held it tightly. 

“I hate you, Thomas Shelby.” She whispered seriously and he nodded. 

“I know, Nore. I know.” He whispered back. “Drive, John!” He yelled and slapped the front seat aggressively. 

“Fuck! I’m driving as fast as I can!” John yelled back and weaved through the oncoming traffic. Lenore whimpered in pain and started to lose consciousness, finding that as she slipped away, the pain became less and less noticeable. They neared the hospital and Tommy picked her up once again, cradling her in his arms. John stopped by the front doors and Tommy ran up the steps as she swung weakly between his arms. He kicked open the doors and shouted at the nurse behind the counter. 

“She’s bleeding heavily. You need to take her back now!” 

A stretcher was brought and Tommy put her gently down, curled up on her side. 

“Tommy.” She whispered, reaching out her gloved hands, stained with blood. “I’m here.” He walked alongside the stretcher as it rolled through the double doors. 

“What happened?” The head nurse asked Tommy as they approached a triage room. 

“She was raped and beaten. I found her after it happened but she told me he kicked her between her fucking legs and she’s still bleeding.” He couldn’t keep the anger from his voice as he recounted what had happened to her. 

“What is her name?” A second nurse jotted it down on a clipboard. “And what is your relationship to her?” She nodded to Lenore who shivered on the stretcher beneath the bright fluorescent hospital lighting. 

“She’s my fiance.” Tommy said without hesitation and held his hand on the crown of her head. 

The nurse nodded uncomfortably and rushed away to fetch a doctor. The head nurse pulled large curtains closed around them for privacy as they began to inspect her. 

“Sir, you’ll need to leave for this. It isn’t proper to have you here while we do this.” She directed him to sit outside the curtain. 

“I have to be with her. You’ll let me stay.” He said unkindly.

The nurse frowned and shook her head, “these young people.” 

They lifted Lenore’s dress and put her legs in stirrups as if she was giving birth. Tommy stood by her shoulder and took off his hat, stuffing it in his pocket. His blue eyes stared intently at her face as they looked between her legs. The doctor stepped in behind the screen and took a seat on the stool between her legs. He looked at Tommy and his eyes widened. 

“Mr. Shelby.” He nodded at Tommy and Tommy nodded back. “Give her something for the pain.” The doctor directed a nurse and went back to inspecting Lenore. It was a small rip in the skin around her vagina, magnified by the extreme bruising around the bone and soft layer of fat. A nurse wiped up the blood while the doctor quickly gave her a few stitches. He checked her further to ensure that there wasn't more physical damage and then moved to her face where her bruising was bad beneath her eye. Lenore cringed away from his touch. 

“It's ok, I’m just checking that you don’t have any broken bones.” The doctor soothed her and nodded at Tommy. 

“Mr. Shelby, may I have a word with you outside?” He asked beneath his breath and Tommy clenched his jaw. He looked over at the nurse.

“Stay with her, please.” He asked and followed the doctor outside the curtain. The doctor talked with a low voice, his eyes flicked back to the curtain as he spoke. 

“Mr. Shelby, I understand that this act was done by another man. Is that correct?”

“Yes.” He put his hands on his hips as he waited for the doctor to get to his point.

“If the man penetrated her, there’s a chance that his semen entered her at some point during the assault. I’m afraid that there’s nothing I can do if that is the case. I cleaned her as best as I could but if he finished inside her…”  

“I understand.” Tommy swallowed, unnerved by the direction of the conversation. 

“Should she become pregnant… I can offer my services to you.” He lowered his voice and handed Tommy a card. Tommy nodded and tucked it into his breast pocket, looking away from the doctor and clearing his throat. 

The nurses had cleaned her completely by the time Tommy entered the tent again. He sat in the rickety chair by the bed and petted Lenore’s hair with his thumb. She had fallen asleep with the medication and the nurses straightened her clothes and pulled the blankets up to her chest. 

“She can be discharged once she wakes up, Mr. Shelby.” A nurse whispered and left Tommy alone. He rubbed his eyes, trying to disperse the bands of stress behind his eyes. 

He thought back to his best friend, James, and how he died. They were kickers together, digging tunnels beneath enemy lines to plant explosives or intercept opposite forces. It was quiet in the tunnel before an explosion shocked the men crammed in the small subterranean hole. Germans spilled out of the exploded hole in the tunnel’s side. Tommy struggled with a man until he could stab him with his trenching tool. There were so many Germans that the boys couldn’t handle them all. One German, armed with a bayonet end, stabbed James repeatedly through his chest. Tommy had grabbed the German by the shoulder and thrown him off James and stabbed him in the neck, watching as blood sprayed from a severed artery. He turned back to James who coughed and choked on his own blood. The screams of both British and German men died down around Tommy as he held James in his dirty arms. James sputtered, unable to say anything, and for the first time since the war started, Tommy cried. James died in his arms and once the last German had been killed, the men buried James in a shallow grave inside the tunnel, taking his dog tag with them as they continued with the tunnel. Tommy had never been the same since that.

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End of part 3

[deceitfuldevout]

Hidden Treasure (Part 8)

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

Warning(s): Angst, Fluff, Mentions of past domestic violence.

Author's note(s): Innocent heartfelt chapter (cue the fluff).

Your husband would have Finn either send messages to you, or simply keep an eye on your wellbeing. Although Finn hadn’t a clue of what was going on, he knew you of all people didn’t deserve this sort of treatment. He made sure to visit as often as he could for company.

You were grateful the moment Tommy finally let you out that dreadful basement. You hadn’t forgotten the promise made a few weeks ago to Finn. To bake him a signature custard from your bakery. He’d been dying to try. Soon, it became common for the youngest Shelby brother to stop by. He would either have a letter or message from Tommy. Most of them were if your husband would be late or earlier from work.

You’d pack Finn some lunch before bidding him a farewell. Most of the time it was just you and Charlie in one big, empty house. To say that he was a sweet child was an understatement. He had the power to make anyone’s cold heart melt. How could such a charming child come from a man like Tommy? You hadn’t a clue.

Of course, you could never replace Grace. You weren’t the one who’d given birth to him. But Charlie was your son in every single way that mattered. There were even a few special moments you’d spend with the other Shelby family members. You especially enjoyed bonding with the women of the family. Teatime with Polly was a particular favorite. She would give you as much advice as a wise woman could. In a way, Polly became your second mother.

As you were setting up the table Polly had been bouncing Charlie on her lap. Finn decided to stop by since today’s work was slower than usual, he choose to stay a little longer. Polly examines her finished tea. Her expression was confused at first, then startled. She shows Finn the cup, and it was as if he'd read something from it.

Polly let’s out a small sigh, “Tell me my dear…” she places her cup on the table, “…has my nephew been treating you well?”

You’re at a loss for words. How could you answer to her? Should you tell her the truth? How would she react? You made up your mind to keep it short and subtle, “Tommy provides me with everything a wife may need. What more could a woman want?” you try your best to force a smile, hoping that it was a good enough answer.

But Polly was suspicious that something wrong within your marriage. She could sense it, “You didn’t answer my question dear, has he been treating you well?” her voice is sterner this time. You tense. Your heart races, “I-I’m not sure what you mean...” you play off. Polly could tell that over the period of time since you've been married, the flicker of light in your eyes had disappeared. Blown out by the cold blues that followed into your nightmares.

At that point, Finn has had it. As soon as Polly leaves, he tells you of his plan, “Tommy’s going to some event next week, and he won’t be back until the morning,”

“Finn…” you warn. It wouldn’t be a good idea breaking your husband's trust. A man like Tommy never forgets. Finn grumbles, “I’m sick and tired of seeing him treat you like--like the dirt on his shoes! The bloke!” his hands ball into fists. You don’t think twice about his statement, in fact you understood completely why your new brother had the right to react like this. You sigh, reaching for his hands to hold, “Could you do me a favor?”

You were kept busy for the next few days, planning on yet another escape. Hopefully the last. Finn would send letters to your sister who lived in the next town. It had been quite a while since the two of you would communicate. Her and her husband had been busy since delivering their new baby.

So, it would take time to pack up their belongings before moving in with your parents. Finn would stop by the postal, on the way to wherever he was heading in order to avoid suspicion. For once it felt like everything was going your way.

As each day went by, you grew more excited to leave this place, once and for all. You let out your hair, made yourself more presentable, you even started smiling again. Tommy took note of how the corners of your lips would curl upwards on their own as you hummed a tune while making supper.

He’d been silently observing you adjusting to your new life. After putting away the dishes, you hoist Charlie on a hip before leaving the kitchen. Tommy listens carefully to your footsteps leading up the stairs before following them. He stops in front of his bedroom door, reaching for the knob.

But before he’s had a chance to twist it open a faint sound of laughter erupts. He opens the door to spot you and Charlie on the bed. Your hands reaching to tickle the boy’s sides. Seemingly unknowing that your husband is witnessing the display of affection.

You hoist the toddler into the air. Tommy notices your expression. For the first time in months, you're actually smiling. It was like some sort of trance. He leans against the door frame. Seeing you with his boy felt, in a strange way, right. As if you both were meant to be. His son loves you. You drop Charlie onto your bosom to catch your breath.

Soft giggles manage to slip out of every exhale. Charlie’s hair tickles your chin so you tilt it to the side. That’s when you notice Tommy standing at the doorway. His posture is more relaxed than usual. For how long had he been standing there?

You look away from his gaze. It always did make you nervous. His fingers twitch, curling into his palms, “I uh...” he slides them into his pockets, ���I want you to be my guest for an event,” Tommy looks up, waiting for an answer. You raise a brow and sit up, still holding the boy in your arms, “Who’ll watch over Charlie?”

“Finn offered to keep an eye on him.” of course.

“Alright,” you agreed, already knowing how it would play out. Tommy nods, “I’ll be back, ‘bout three hours from now.” he checks his pocket watch. Double taking the time. You hadn’t planned for him to take you anywhere. It’ll only delay your plans. But you couldn’t risk him questioning his decision, “Sure thing.” you return. Tommy looks as though he had one last thing to say, “And uh...wear something nice,” He turns away, leaving as soon as he came. Now that was odd.

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Killing Me Softly (PART SEVEN/ DARK!TOMMY)

Summary: Tommy's anger rains down on Y/N as her punishment for leaving him takes his brutality to a new level.

Warnings: Language, mentions of blood, murder, violence, psychological mind games, toxic marriage, psychological abuse, adult themes, controlling behaviour, Dark!Tommy (this is a dark fic, please read the warnings before continuing)

Face to face with your husband, his gun pointing straight at you, you stood there along the deserted country lane as you watched his face contour with anger, the veins in his neck protruding as the blood in his body tried to keep up with his escalating fury. All the eerie calmness had left him, he was seething with anger, his teeth gritted as he stared you down, the hunt was over, his prey at his mercy. Closing your eyes you steadied your breathing as you took in the faint sounds of the surrounding countryside. The smell of wild flowers filled your senses, the sound of birds chirping over head muffled the noise of your husbands heavy breathing, a light summer breeze sent goosebumps through your body as a calmness swept over you, you was ready.

" LOOK AT ME!" Tommy shouted as your eyes stayed shut. "FUCKING LOOK AT ME Y/N!" he said again, his voice trembling as he tried to control his mounting anger.

"Just do it Tommy! " You cried as you opened your eyes, the calmness of a peaceful death slowly disappearing from you.

" What...you think I'm gonna kill you, you're my wife!" Tommy shouted as his hand gripped the gun tighter, sweat coating his fingers as his knuckles turned an opaque white. "I love you and you left me, you fucking LEFT ME!" Tommy yelled as he lowered his gun, striking you across the face with his other hand, the force of it sending you to the ground.

" FUCKKK!" Tommy shouted as he looked down at you, tears streaming down your cheeks as you held on to your reddened face. "Look what you made me do!" Tommy said pulling you up from the ground, his hands grabbing hold of your arms as he looked at the end result of his untameable anger.

" I..I can't do this anymore " you pleaded with him as you felt your body go limp, Tommy's unyielding grip the only thing holding you up. "Let me leave Tommy...please, let me leave or just end it for me"

" You're not going anywhere Y/N, do you understand? I will not let you leave neither freely nor by my hand. You're mine, and you'll stay with me"

" Y/N!" You heard Polly's voice say from behind you as she ran down to where you and Tommy were standing, Tommy's grip on your arms loosening as he slowly let go.

"Oh love, we've all been so worried about you, come here let me look at you" she said, her eyes widening as she pulled your hand from your swollen face." You fucking bastard!" Polly shouted, repeatedly hitting her nephew across his chest as Tommy tried to grab hold of her wrists.

" I fell Polly!...I fell" you said moving in between her and Tommy, shielding your husband from his Aunt's anger.

" That's what they all say" she replied, ready to lunge at him once again.

" It's true Polly, I swear it... I, I slipped running down the path" you said turning around to look at Tommy, his eyes bearing down at you whilst he placed his hand on your lower back, a shiver running through your body in response to his touch.

" Running? Running from him!" Polly said moving you out the way as she pointed at her nephew. "I know what you have been up to Thomas Michael Shelby. Your games end now. I will not let you torment this girl any longer. I warned you you'd push her away, and that's exactly what you did" Polly said as she grabbed your arm, walking you back up the hill with her.

" Polly stop, Its not like that, I love him" you said pulling away from her, your head turning around to see Tommy stood there staring at you, his hands in his pockets as a devilish look settled in his eyes. Your punishment would be far worse if you left your husband for a second time, even Polly wouldn't be a able to save you from that. You had to return to him. Turning around you began walking back down to your husband, placing your hands on his chest as you leaned in to press your lips to his in a show of loyalty, one you hoped Tommy would remember when he would unleash his retribution on you.

" Nice try darling, that was quite the show" he whispered to you as he placed his hand on the back of your neck, pulling you to his face as he crashed his lips back on to yours in an embrace fueled by anger and control.

" See Polly, everything is how it should be. Things just got a little overwhelming for you, didn't they sweetheart?" Tommy said letting go of you, a smirk forming on his lips as he took your hand into his, walking you back to the school playing the game you had now started.

" Y/N...Y/N!" Robert shouted as he ran over to you. "Get off her!" he yelled pushing Tommy away from you. A small laugh left your husbands lips in amusement at Roberts bold show of fearlessness or as Tommy thought, foolishness. Did he not know who he was? Lighting a cigarette Tommy watched as Robert's eyes darted between yours and your bruised cheek.

" Tell my Y/N, did he do that to you?" he said squinting his eyes as he looked at your battered face.

" Robert stop, you need to stop" you said in a hushed voice your eyes darting between him and Tommy whose stare was now narrowing in on you both, his body tensing up as he watched on.

" I'll call the Police, we can get you away from him. God, look at your face..." he replied as his hand reached up to cradle your cheek in his palm, concern filling his eyes. A caring gesture to anyone else, but not to your husband. To Tommy, he had had just done the unthinkable, he had just signed his own death warrant. With your eyes widening you pulled Roberts hand away from your face as your stare fixed on your husband throwing his cigarette on the ground, storming over to you both.

" Tommy no!" Polly shouted as she watched the scene play out, unable to hold her nephew back.

" Did you fuck my wife!? Did you?!" Tommy shouted as he punched Robert in the face, repeatedly kicking him in his ribs as he lay down on the graveled car park. Snapping his head around, Tommy's anger now turned to you. Grabbing you by your arms he walked you backwards until you hit the door of his car, his body pressed firmly against yours as he breathed into your ear.

"Got a taste of dick and now you want more, like a common whore" he seethed through gritted teeth, his hands digging into your skin as you shook your head, wincing at the pain.

" Tommy he's just a friend, nothing happened, please..."

" You don't have friends Y/N, you have me, you only need me" he said as he turned his head to watch Polly helping Robert up from the ground. Clenching his jaw Tommy looked over your face as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, forcing a smile through the anger that coursed through his veins.

"You think he can make you feel the way I do" he said as he pressed his cheek to yours, his arm hooking around your back, bringing you closer to him.

"Do you remember how good it felt, hmm?" He said as his hand traveled down your body grabbing the inside of your upper thigh, a groan leaving his mouth. "The way I made you moan, how you begged for it" he whispered quietly in your ear, his hand squeezing your delicate flesh as a smirk grew on his lips. Turning your head to your husband, you was met with a darkness overtaking his eyes, a darkness you knew was seconds from making it's presence known, it's chosen victim, Robert. Darting your eyes to your friend, you watched as he stared back at you, tears running down your face as you silently begged him to flee from his fate. "You're mine Y/N, you belong to me" Tommy seethed as he grabbed your chin to face him. "What I'm about to do is your fault sweetheart, you remember that"

Letting go Tommy walked backwards as Polly came rushing to your side, pleading with you to look away. With no show of apprehension Tommy pulled out his gun from its holster as he turned to face Robert. With a smirk on his face Tommy pulled the trigger killing Robert instantly, execution style, point blank in the head. Jolting at the sound of the gun you blinked as tears fell down your eyes, your ears ringing from the sound of the gunshot as Polly's shouts muffled in your ears. You felt numb, motionless, unable to move or speak as Tommy continued to stare you down, waiting for your reaction. But he didn't get one, instead you looked down at your arm, as you stared at the drops of blood covering your skin staining you forever with the death of your friend, a death that was your fault.

" Y/N we need to go!" Polly said pulling at your arm, pulling you from whatever other-wordly state you had entered. "Tommy!" She shouted trying to get her nephews attention as he lit a cigarette, placing it between his lips as he inhaled a large drag of the sweet tobacco.

" Nobody touches my wife" he said throwing the half smoked cigarette beside Roberts lifeless body as he casually walked away.

Sitting in the back of the car on your way to Arrow House, you looked out the window in a daze, dried tears pulling at your skin as you stayed silent. The distant sound of Polly's panicked voice trying to come up with a plan muted in your ears as the ringing from the gunshot still rattled your brain. You dared not look away from the window, the crushing feeling of Tommy's eyes glaring at you through the rear view mirror burned through your skin, tempting you with curiosity to look his way. What did you think would happen when Tommy found out? Had you gotten so caught up in your new life that you had let your guard down enough to forget your husband's brutality? Roberts death was the result of your actions, an innocent life taken away unjustly, viciously, all at the hands of your husband, hands that were now gripping hold of the steering wheel in front of him, a grip you knew you would soon feel on your own skin, for Tommy had only just gotten started.

Pulling into Arrow house your husband ordered Polly to call his men to dispose of Roberts body as he dragged you out the car walking you into the house you never thought you would step back in, his hold on your arm painfully tight.

Marching you up the stairs Tommy threw open your bedroom door, your eyes widening at the almost empty room, the only thing occupying it was the bed you had shared, your satin night gown neatly folded on top of it. Everything else had been removed, the curtains drawn, the bathroom closed off, it was a prison cell, a cell where Tommy intended to keep you. Pushing you in, he slammed the door behind him as he marched forward grabbing you by your waist as he ripped the bloodied clothes from your body with his other hand.

" Your perfume still lingers on it" he said sarcastically, shoving your night gown into your hands as he looked up and down your body, his tongue pressing on the roof of his mouth as he watched you get changed.

" Tommy I'm sorry" you sobbed, as you reached your hand out to touch his cheek in a desperate attempt to avoid the punishment you had coming your way.

" You won't fool me with that shit a second time" Tommy said as he grabbed you by your wrist stopping you from touching him.

" Is this your big plan, keep me prisoner in this room!" you shouted as Tommy turned away from you, heading for the door. " Polly knows Tommy, she knows what you have been doing to me. The great Thomas Shelby's mask has finally slipped! You can't get away with it this time, you shot a man, everyone can now see you for the monster you are" Marching back to you, Tommy grabbed you by your chin as you held onto his arm for balance.

" You think that bastard is the first man I've killed, hm?" This is what we do love this is who we are, Polly will do nothing. And you, you will stay here in this fucking room, until I say otherwise!" he said letting go of you as he stormed out the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him as the sound of a key turning on the opposite side secured his sadistic plan. You was at his mercy, your fate now shackled to the four walls around you.

Later that night as you lay in bed you heard the door to the bedroom open, your husbands heavy footsteps approaching you as the sound of each item of clothing hitting the floor echoed through the empty room.

" Sit up Y/N. I know you're awake" he said as you turned around to face him, your eyes darting to the gun still in its holster carelessly sitting on top of the bed.

" Don't get any ideas. Now give me your hand" he said as he watched your eyes move from the gun to him. Taking your wrist Tommy pulled it closer to him as your eyes widened at the sight of your wedding ring in his other hand. As Tommy slipped the ring securely onto your finger, panic quickly rose within you, how did he find it?

" Tommy how did you..." You said as he interrupted you.

" How did I find it?" he replied, a smirk on his lips as he sat down next to you. " We found your little hideaway Y/N. The lovely Mr and Mrs Riley and their sweet baby boy welcomed us in" he added as you brought your hand to your mouth, tears welling in your eyes. Had he killed them like he had killed Robert?

"What, you think I'd kill an innocent baby and his parents, I'm not a monster Y/N" he said, a chuckle leaving his mouth as he got under the sheets. But he was a monster, committing the most monstrous act only a few hours ago, how could he not see it, did he really believe Robert deserved to die?

" Lay down" he said as he reached his hand out for you.

" And my mother, where's my mother Tommy, is she dead?" You asked, your voice croaking from the countless tears you had spent crying for your friend.

"I said lay down"

" Tommy..."

" No, now do as I say" he answered as he sat back up, irritated by your relentless questions.

" I need to use the bathroom" you announced, throwing the bed sheets of you as you stood up.

" Then go, right there" Tommy said pointing to a small ceramic pot in the corner of the room.

" Tommy no, I won't. Let me use the bathroom, please"

" You don't have a choice sweetheart, you can't be trusted, can you?" he replied a chuckle leaving his lips as you continued to stand there defiantly. Quickly growing inpatient, Tommy got up storming over to you, grabbing you by the arm as he led you to the corner of the room.

" Go" he said as he pushed you closer to the wall.

" I won't with you here" you replied standing your ground. With a smirk playing on his lips Tommy reached under your night gown tearing your underwear from your bare skin as he pushed you down onto the chamber pot. Shame covered your face as tears started to fall down your cheeks, his cruelness only embarrassing you more when he sat at the end of the bed watching you.

"Now come to bed" he said as you got up, pulling your dress back down over your body as you sheepishly walked back over to him.

With Tommy now laying behind you, his arm securely wrapped around your stomach, you looked down at the gun in his hand as it rested on your body. You were inches from death. At any given moment Tommy could decide to end your life, all with the pull of a trigger.

" Now go to sleep or else you won't get the surprise I have planned for you tomorrow" he said as you felt his lips smile against the flesh of your neck, his arm tightening around your body. Closing your eyes you listened to the constant drumming of your beating heart in your ears as fear overtook every emotion you possessed. There was no way out of this, no way to escape it, you would have to face the punishment you was due.

The next morning your woke up to the feeling of Tommy kissing your neck, his fingers roaming over the curves of your body as he dipped his hand under your night dress, grabbing at your soft skin.

" I need the bathroom" you said urgently as you stood up not wanting to be held in his arms any longer. Running his hands through his hair Tommy clenched his jaw in frustration as he grabbed his clothes, storming out the room. His desire for you had not faded, if anything he had become more persistent with his attempts. Having already had a taste of what he constantly longed for, his greed for you was consuming him. He wanted more, and after two months away from you he was close to breaking point.

The hours passed by as you laid in bed, looking up at the ceiling as you counted the cracks in the painted plaster. Your thoughts were the only thing keeping you company, setting you on edge as you played through the previous day's events over and over again in your head, unable to escape them.

The sound of a door slamming suddenly caught your attention as you instantly sat up, your nerves so heightened that the noise of a pin drop would have you jolting up. Walking over to the window you wrapped one of the bed sheets around your body as you gave the handle a tug in hopes it would magically open. Looking down you quickly noticed Tommy standing by a horse trailer a cigarette in his mouth as he looked up at the window like he had been waiting for you to appear. Your eyes darted to the left as you watched your beautiful white mare unexpectedly appear. Taking the rope from the stable boy, Tommy patted the horse down as he lifted her leg, inspecting her hoof. With your hands pressed firmly against the window you watched as the scene played out in silence unable to hear what Tommy was saying to the stable boy. Giving the lead back, Tommy looked up at you as you watched your horse walk into the box, your eyes widening as he pulled out his gun from its holster, pointing it into trailer.

" Tommy no no NO!!" You shouted as you slammed your hands against the window tears cascading down your cheeks. Mere seconds later the sound of one single gun shot resonated through the estate as you grabbed hold of the windowsill, cries leaving your throat as you listened to your horse dying. He had killed her.

" You bastard!" You screamed pounding your hands on the glass as Tommy just stood there looking up at you unbothered by reaction as the sound of a car making its way down the drive gained his attention more than your cries. With your eyes streaming with tears, you watched the truck pulling the trailer drive off as the other car pulled in front of the house.

It was like a movie playing out before your eyes, one scene following the other, his onslaught of torment never ending, and you was the sole spectator, this wall all for you. As Tommy opened the passenger door you watched as an elderly woman with a cane stepped out. She looked thin, struggling to keep her balance as Tommy held her up, helping her out the car. With his arm around her back Tommy looked up at you as you furrowed your brow in confusion. And suddenly it hit you, the frail woman standing below you was your mother, or at least what was left her.

" Mother, mother!" You shouted as you walked along the window following them both as they made their way to the front door. The sound of you banging on the window quickly caught Tommy's attention as he looked up to see your frantic state as you desperately tried to get your mother to notice you. With a smile on his face Tommy pointed ahead of him as your mother nodded her head in response.

" No! no..." you cried with a trembling bottom lip whilst your eyes watched them walk out your view, your body surging with adrenaline at the thought of what Tommy might do. Pacing back and forth in your room, you bit down on your nails, down to the flesh as panic overtook your body when you suddenly heard the door to your bedroom open.

" You fucking bastard!" you said running over to Tommy as you started hitting him repeatedly across his chest with as much force as you could summon.

" Hey stop, fucking stop. If you calm down I'll..." he tried to say as he held you tightly in his arms restricting you from landing anymore blows to his body. But you had no intention of stopping, pushing him off you ran past him and out the bedroom door that he had precariously left open.

"Y/N!" Tommy shouted as you ran down the stairs to the living room where you saw your mother sitting in one of the arm chairs, a cup of tea in her hand as she talked with Frances.

" Mother" you wept as you ran over to her wrapping her in your arms as you knelt down beside her.

" Darling, be careful dear I have a hot cup of tea in my hands" she chuckled as Tommy ran into the room swallowing harshly as he tried to catch his breath.

" Frances out" Tommy said breathless as his eyes darted to where you was.

" Are you ok? Are you hurt? You look..."

" I'm fine dear, calm down. Your husband has been taking good care of me, I've got the best doctors in town, isn't that right Tommy?" She said as your turned around to look at your husband staring down at you, a glint of anger in his eyes as he nodded his head. " I'm more worried about you, look at you dear" Closing your dressing gown tighter around your body, you looked down at yourself, you looked terrible if not worse than her.

" I'm fine, I.. I"

" Maybe you should go back to bed Y/N? You can see your mother another day" Tommy said approaching you, his heavy hand gripping your shoulder as you looked back at your mother, tears welling in your eyes. Not wanted to worsen her frail state anymore you simply nodded as you leaned forward to kiss her cheek. Before you could stand up she placed her hand to your face as she looked in your eyes, a small flicker of concern building within her stare.

" Why are you crying darling?" She said as you wiped away your tears. "Is it because of your horse? She was lame dear, she was suffering" your mother said as she cradled your cheek.

" Lame..." You repeated as Tommy's gripped tightened on your shoulder. Had your mother not been told you had ran away? Something wasn't right, she wasn't acting herself.

" It was a mercy Y/N" Tommy said as he pulled you up, bringing you into his side.

" Get some rest dear, we will see eachother soon" your mother said as you nodded, holding back the tears stinging your eyes. Would you see her again, was this the last time, another mercy? You thought to yourself as Tommy led you out the room his hand firmly placed on the small of your back.

"Don't you ever fucking do that again" Tommy seethed in your ear slamming you against the wall the moment the door closed. "If you do, it will be the last time you ever see daylight, understood?"

" Yes.. Tommy" you nodded as he dragged you back up to the bedroom, back to your prison cell.

Looking out the window into the dark night sky you waited for the inevitable moment your husband would walk back through the bedroom door. Fear and anxiety were consuming you, the past twenty four hours had been the worst of your life. Tommy's relentless campaign of punishment had no signs of ending. He was adamant on making you pay for what you did. Turning around you slammed your hands onto the bed screaming into your pillow as a small release of tension left your body. Wiping the tears away, you stood up walking back over to the window as you looked at your reflection in the glass. Pushing your hair back, you brushed the final tears from your cheeks as you pulled your silk dressing gown back over your shoulder. You watched yourself as you traced your fingers over your collarbone, skimming them down your cleavage as a small smile formed on the corners of your mouth. You may not be able to stop Tommy's continuous torment, but you could get back at him in the only way you knew how, it was time for him to suffer.

An hour later the door to your bedroom opened as your husband walked in. Standing on the opposite side of the bed you slowly approached him as you reached your hands out, brushing them along his chest. Looking down at you Tommy scoffed in response as he pushed past you.

" You don't want me anymore Tommy?" You questioned, a small laugh leaving his lips in response as he shook his head, unwilling to play along.

" Do you remember how it felt?" You mocked, whilst you watched his hands rest on his hips as he turned to face you, his jaw clenching in annoyance . "Isn't this what you want?" you said as you undid the front of your night gown your naked body now on display. Looking over your body, Tommy's lips parted as he slowly drank you in. You was getting to him, it was already working. With a primal urge already building within him, he walked forward to you, trapping you between his body and the wall as his hands came to sit on your waist.

" You want me to fuck you?" He said as he pressed his body firmly against yours, his hand moving up your flesh as he cupped your breast. Pushing his hand away, Tommy grinned playfully in response as he moved his fingers back up your body.

" My way or nothing" you replied pushing him off you for a second time. Grinding his teeth Tommy's hand reluctantly fell to his side without saying another word.

"Is this what you want from me?" you repeated once more as you pulled his shirt out his suit trousers, undoing the button fastening them together. Sliding your hand into his briefs you began stroking him up and down, a moan leaving his lips as he stumbled forward.

" Fuck" he said in response as he licked his bottom lip, looking down at your hand wrapped around his hard length.

" I want to be in you" he moaned pathetically as he placed his hand on the wall behind you to steady himself. Shaking your head you continued to move your hand over his length as Tommy's lips found your neck, kissing up and down your soft flesh as he groaned into your skin. " Fuck, don't stop I'm already close..." he said between moans as you picked up the pace, the increased throbbing in your palm only confirming his imminent release. With his high quickly approaching, you pumped your hand up and down at a speed he could no longer handle, his eyes scrunching shut in response as a groan built in his throat.

"Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum..." As soon as the words left his mouth you removed your hand robbing him of his desperate release, robbing him of the satisfaction he thought he deserved. With a smirk on your face you pushed past him closing your dressing gown around your body, leaving him there as he breathed heavily through his teeth, his hand on the wall forming a fist as frustration boiled under his skin. You had belittled him like he had done with you, played with him like he had with you and you took pleasure in your torment of him like he had done countless times with you. Walking over to the bed you laid down pulling the covers over your body as Tommy slammed his fist into the wall, he's head turning to face you as he clenched his jaw in anger, you had toyed with him and he was furious. Marching towards you, Tommy ripped the covers from your body as he loomed over you, his knees either side of your legs as his hands pinned yours down.

" You're playing a dangerous game Y/N"

" A game you've been playing from day one Tommy" you seethed back, confidence growing in you but not enough to hold back the tears forming in your eyes.

" If you think you can do something like that and get away with it, you haven't been paying attention sweetheart"

" And you think you can do everything you've done to me in the past three months without me ever reacting to it. You're so weak Tommy, look at you, you're desperate for it"

" What? You think I won't take it. I'll take what I want when I want Y/N, you're my wife, it's your duty" he said as he reached his hand down in between your legs. "Are you wet?" He smirked, a laugh leaving his lips as he tried to humiliate you once again. Through gritted teeth you tried to push him off, your efforts futile as the weight of his body continued to hold you down.

" But you won't Tommy, I know you won't" you said as your head hit the pillow breathless, a scoff leaving Tommy's lips in response as his fingers dug further into your wrists.

" Oh yeh, and why's that darling?" He replied grinding his hips on top of your clothed body as he kissed along your jaw.

" Because the Tommy I fell in love with all those years ago is still in there, I know he is" you sobbed, turning your head to face him as you tried to find any humanity left in him. " Where's the sweet boy from Watery Lane Tommy? He would never do something like that"

" Dead" Tommy said, his movements suddenly coming to a stop as he let go of you whilst an unfamiliar look spread across his face. Climbing off the bed Tommy buttoned his trousers back up, tucking his shirt back into the waistband as he walked to the door.

" You will learn to love me again Y/N" he said taking one last look at you as he left the room, locking the door behind him.

Laying back you pulled the covers up to your chin as you turned to the side brushing the tears from your face. Tommy would never let you leave, you were chained to him indefinitely, his parting words only emphasizing his hold on you. If you wanted to survive you would have to do as he said, you would have to learn to love him again.

It was the middle of the night when you awoke to the sudden noise of someone banging on your bedroom door.

" Why is this fucking thing locked, open it!" you heard Johns voice say to whoever was stood next to him as the sound of a key turned on the opposite side of the door.

"Y/N.." he said as he ran to you, his eyes quickly darting around the almost empty room in confusion as he rushed to your side.

" John...what's going on?" You said as you sat up half asleep, your brow scrunched in confusion at John's sudden appearance.

"It's Tommy, he's been shot"

NEXT PART

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AI-Less Whumptober 2023 Masterlist

Main Masterlist

AI-Less Whumptober 2023 Moodboard Masterlist

Thank you to @ailesswhumptober for hosting the event! All of this year's prompts can be found here.

The Middle of Nowhere (dark!Rooster & dark!Hangman & Reader)

Prompts: 1, 5, 17, 20, 27

What Went Wrong (Rick Flag x Reader)

Prompts: 1, 8, 14, 21, 30, Alt 1

The Job (Part 1, Part 2) (Tommy Shelby x Reader)

Prompts: 2, 8, 18, 21, 23, Alt 6, Alt 25

The One Rule (Cheater!Hangman x Reader)

Prompts: 4, 19, 31, Alt 7, Alt 13

There Was Never a Choice (Ed Baldwin x Reader)

Prompts: 4, 6, 13, 14, 16, 29

Remember.... (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Prompts: 6, 23, 24, 25, Alt 11, Alt 29

One Bad Day....Jason's Death (Batman x Batmom!Reader)

Prompts: 8, 12, 23, 31, Alt 13

Nevermore (Rooster x Reader)

Prompts: 11, 19, 23, 28

That's What Family is For (Part 2) (Batsis!Reader & Damian Wayne)

Prompts: 16, 21

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Anna had been friends for a long time with Tommy. He didn't know what she was , but he knew she ran in dark circles like he did. He just didn't know how dark. He didn't know how often the ethereal blonde had interceded to keep him safe from things even his dark mind could not have created. But she could not always be there when creatures of darkness came to strike bargains with Tommy, and now he'd struck one that has her visit being one that obroke her heart. Now, she would hold the one to hold the blade, draw the blood, and give him his last kiss as the breath of life left him...