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amuseoffyre · 2 months ago

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Fyre's Convention Adventures - The Q&A Panels & Closing Ceremony

Full disclosure, I did intend to do a full write-up of all of the panels, but frankly with 3 hours of them each day, back to back, and fanmeets in the middle, I can only really remember dribs and drabs of them, so I’ll do them in one big post.

Unfortunately, I missed most of the Con and Nathan one for the Vico fanmeet. It sounded like it was chaotic af with an extreme appreciation of cheese, so I can’t really say much on that one.

They did discuss which muppets they thought their characters would be and promptly realised they both knew very few muppets, though Con adamantly – gleefully – insisted Lucius would be Miss Piggy. I think Izzy was Sam the Eagle.

I think that was when Our Little Tiny Izzy Fan (she’s four) asked what their favourite dinosaurs were and Con said “Do you know pterodactyl?” and was immediately heckled because it wasn’t a dinosaur and told everyone to fuck off, laughing, saying “LIKE I WAS SAYING, it’s not a dinosaur, but–” to hoots of laughter. I think he asked what her favourite was and then said that was his favourite too.

Second one was Kristian and Vico, who were so much fun together. There was a lot of discussion of the horror genre and Vico fully admitted they’re a wuss when it comes to horror stuff because it gets in their head and they end up having nightmares. HOWEVER they also said they would love to be in a horror film for the running around and screaming all over the place.

Kristian is a big fan of the genre and mentioned a few of his favourites, which I can’t even remember now because the whole experience was such a wild ride of aaaaaaaa! He also thought Vico would have a lot of fun in the horror genre and he’s done a few himself.

Vico talked about their experience of discovering and accepting their polyamory, being born out of a relationship that went open when it became long-distant because of work and how that did and didn’t work. They also talked about the work it takes to figure out the balance and that there’s something about falling in love and having your heart broken at the same time that’s indescribable.

Kristian talked about his craft projects and how he has the ADHD tendency to start a dozen things but never actually finish them. He also wanted to bring his hot glue gun with him in case diamantes fell off his blinged out shoes, but it was confiscated at the airport.

If I remember right, he also mentioned he got his start in music because his mum had him start piano (I think) at a young age and hated it, but he moved into guitar and other kinds of music and found what he likes and bloomed from there. He’s also started writing poetry and is enjoying exploring what he can do with it.

Next up was Rhys’s solo panel.

His Big in Japan show was brought up and he said he’d been planning to do more of them but then the pandemic happened, and seemed very pleased when people said how nice it was to see a travel show where the host was genuinely curious and excited by the culture.

It was compared to Michael Palin’s travel shows as well, which led into the influence of Monty Python on him. He also confirmed he’d had the privilege of seeing the Monty Python live show with all of the then-living Pythons and met a couple of them as well.

He got very excited to talk about working with Taika and how he wished Taika would do conventions like this to see the amount of love there was for Ed and his performance.

Someone asked about the time he’d appeared on a float in a parade and was asked what he would have if he was on a float again and it veered rapidly into silliness about being a condor flying over a Costa Rican volcano and then descending into the volcano which was full of little aliens, who were controlling the hydraulics.

I’m afraid I can’t remember much more of that one because I was v. hungry and distracted by it.

The Sunday panels started with Vico and Nathan and sadly, I only saw the start of theirs because I had another fanmeet.

However, I was there for the characters they would like to be in any film. Vico wanted to be Darth Maul (Yes plz!) and Nathan – clearly still yearning for Wicked – said he would love to be the Wicked Witch of the West from the Wizard of Oz.

Then there was a question about their favourite pride flag based purely on the aesthetics. Nathan admitted that he finds the rainbow – especially when used by Rainbow Capitalism – a bit tacky. He settled on the lesbian flag, while Vico – after some consideration – declared that the bear flag is the coolest one. “Lesbians and tigers and bears, oh my” Nathan said. I feel like that needs to be on a shirt.

I nipped off to Kristian’s panel during that one and came back a few minutes into the Con and Rhys panel, which was ridiculously funny :D

I’m not sure how they got onto the subject of sex tapes (partly, from the sound of it, related to saying and doing things in interviews that they didn’t want released to the public) and there was a running gag of yelling “gimme the tapes!” every time they said something a bit rude, which was a lot. Specifically for someone called Kevin who was in charge of them.

Con: if this isn’t on a t-shirt at the next con, I’ll be disappointed Rhys: they’ll forget about it by next week Con: Nah, this one’ll stick.

The rest of this’ll be all over the place because I can’t remember what happened when anymore.

They were both asked what they’d learned from each other. Con’s response: how to kiss. Rhys’s response: how to be good. They got talking about the infamous candle scene between them and it went roughly like this:

Rhys: And the scene where you were whacking off the candles and Stede was watching Con: and whacking off XD Rhys: XD Con: there was definitely a frisson there Rhys: Yeah and Stede’s quite innocent when it comes to that sort of physical stuff … Con: That scene actually went on a bit longer. There was a close-up moment where we were nipple to nipple. Con: … Con: though it was probably more like nipple to navel on him.

They got asked about other behind the scenes stuff (what was the hardest scene, or something like that?) and Con had a justifiable grumble about the fact they said Rhys would toss a handful of coffee grounds at him in the duel in 1x6. He asked if it was safe and one of the bts folk was like “yeah, of course, look, I’ll do it myself” and then started swearing because it hurt. But they still did it and Con ended up in a time out because he couldn’t see for a bit.

Rhys said he loved that scene when he got pinned to the mast even though it was very hard because “I love prancing about”. No, really? I couldn’t tell XD

I’m getting a bit muddled about whether Rhys waxed lyrical about Taika in this one as well as his own, but he certainly said something about the bath tub scene being one of his favourites because it’s such intense intimate stuff to do and having your friend there with you, doing it and experiencing it with you is such a powerful thing.

They got pretty sincere with each other as well, Rhys saying that seeing the quality of acting from Con really motivated him to up his acting skills, because seeing what others were doing really inspired him. Likewise, Con said that being around the improve skills of Rhys, Taika and the crew intimidated him at first because he’s very much a by-the-script guy and in S1, he was still a bit uncomfortable with it, but by S2, he felt secure enough with the crew and the cast to do more.

Con also mentioned what he had imagined in an S3 where Izzy survived: Stede and Izzy becoming closer and tolerating (if not necessarily liking) each other because of their shared love of Ed. It’s the kind of dynamic I was already starting to enjoy with them in S2, especially Izzy still roasting him while teaching him and calling him Captain.

He also said if we want David Fane at a con (and we should!), we need to make noise and ask for him, because he would love to do one.

There was a question about whether Izzy would perform Stede and Ed’s matelotage (which he would be able to do as first mate to two captains) and Con said nah, because Izzy isn’t romantic and he doesn’t think they’d want him to. “He’d prefer to watch them fuck”. Thank you for that Conathan O’Nonathan.

It was actually really nice seeing them talk because both of them naturally fall into mirroring each other’s body language, both crossing their legs in the same direction and folding their arms in the same position and the like.

Also, seeing two men their age burst into giggles and smack each other on the arm was a treat.

The next panel was meant to be just Kristian, but he hauled Nathan along with him and was recording it for his podcast. I unfortunately missed a big chunk of it because I was at Con’s fan-meet (rundown posted the other day).

I did come back in to them discussing their Walk On music. Nathan insisted it would be “Here Come The Girls” and Kristian being like “I already have some for when I’m working” (If anyone can remember what it is, let me know). One of them ended up deciding that Black Velvet would be a good one.

I can’t actually remember much about the rest of that one. Possibly something about their choice of karaoke songs and Nathan inexplicably having a funny story of a pig called Kevin, which got such a roar of laughter that he looked v. puzzled. Someone must’ve explained about Con and Rhys’s Kevin bit by the closing ceremony.

I think that’s my memory all tapped out for now, but suffice to say it was an A Lot of a weekend and I enjoyed so much of it :)

I'll give one last shout out to the closing ceremony because there was nothing quite like watching the expressions of a bunch of actors who didn't particularly care about hiding their emotions as the con-runner made a self-congratulatory speech about how good his cons are and how famous his guests are 🤣

Also, Vico and Con both made absolutely wonderful speeches, Vico about finding joy within community and remembering that together we're stronger and better than they can ever know.

And Con began with "Fuck 'em!" and launched into a speech about the loud ones on the right being dinosaurs who would be extinct soon and the whole room went "Ohhhhh" because Tiny Little Izzy fan who loves dinosaurs was still present. Con went "...shit!" as the rest of the cast laughed at him trying to backtrack and insist her favourite would be fine and then laughed sheepishly and said "way to fuck up a speech". But his message still stands - they're outdated and they're gonna be fossils soon and we are stronger and better as a community.

ngl, I wasn't the only having a wee cry over both of them. The entire vibe of the con has been so uplifting and so powerful and encouraging and as Vico said, things like this are the things that fill our cup and we have to hold onto them.

#Fyre's first convention #ofmd #Starfury Republic of Pirates #SFRoP #our flag means death

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lionlena · 2 years ago

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Dancing With Your Ghost (JavierPeñaxghost!reader) Part VII

Summary: You are a ghost (sort of) and you don’t remember what happened to you. You only know your name and you feel that something bad has happened to you. The only person who sees you and hears you is Javier, so you don’t leave him because you believe he’ll help you. That he will solve the mystery of what happened to you.

Warnigs: the reader is a ghost, mentions of death, angst,descriptions of severe wounds, blood, violence, attempted rape… And also sadness, anxiety, little smut but later

A/N: Title inspired by this song

Part VII

After a week in the hospital, Javier had enough and decided to leave the hospital of his own accord. He couldn't just lie idle in bed waiting for you to show up. He wanted to start looking for you. He was still weak and limping from the pain in his hip, but he didn't care. You were his priority.

The day before, he had asked Daniel to bring him clothes from home, a badge, and a gun, and to park his car in the hospital parking lot. He accepted a bag of strong painkillers from the doctor and ignored the advice to rest a lot. He didn't have time for that.

He got into the car, hissing in pain as he tried to find a comfortable position. He knew the ride would be a nightmare, but he couldn't ask anyone for help. How would he explain that he had to stop in different streets and look around for a ghost? He was about to start the car when he saw the map lying on the dashboard and his first instinct was to tear it up, crumple it, tear it to pieces, and then he came to his senses. He quickly unfolded the map, grabbed a pen, and marked the center of the circle.

"Fuck me!" quickly got out of the car and went back to the hospital.

He walked over to the ward nurse, hoping for luck, and showed his badge: "DEA agent, I'm looking for someone. Her name is Y/N."

The woman looked at him carefully. "Anything more?"

Javier described your appearance, and when he had finished, the nurse replied, "I think I know who it might be. Please follow me."

His heart was beating like crazy, and he was almost out of pain. The air escaped from his lungs as he entered a small room with a single bed. He stood completely stunned, staring at your face. He found you! He finally found you... Or rather, your body.

"You were looking for her?"

The nurse's question barely reached him. All he could do was nod.

"So, I don't think she's going to help you with your investigation. She's been like this for over two months now. It's a kind of coma, but the doctors don't know exactly what's wrong with her. She breathes on her own, and her pupils react to light, but otherwise, she won't wake up. "

Javier took a hesitant step forward and said, "It's not an investigation... I know her. She's my friend. I've been looking for her."

The woman noticed how broken he was and put a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry."

He nodded and walked over to you, gently stroking your hand. Without taking his eyes off your face, he asked, "What happened?"

"Oh, she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. There was a police chase after some thug. One of the cars tried to avoid hitting the police car and swerved onto the sidewalk, and this poor thing was just there. The car didn't hit her very hard, but enough that she hit her head on the ground and lost consciousness. Rescuers were unable to wake her up."

Javier's heart fell to his feet. It was his fault. It's all because of him. He wanted the earth to swallow him up.

"Can... Can I sit with her?" he asked in a trembling voice.

"Of course. It will do her good. The voice of loved ones always works well. Unfortunately, she has no one and her boyfriend..."

Javier snapped his head up and looked at the nurse. "Her boyfriend? What about him?"

"He's been here maybe twice and found it too hard for him," she snorted.

He felt furious with your boyfriend. He didn't know him, but he already hated him. But he hated himself even more. He ran his hand over your cheek and whispered, "I'm sorry."

The nurse pulled up a chair for him and sympathetically said, "I'll leave you. You can stay here as long as you like."

Javier dropped into a chair and grabbed your hand, placing a gentle kiss on your skin. He was finally able to touch you, his wish came true, but it was a nightmare. He once heard a saying that "when the gods want to punish you, they make your dreams come true". Now he understood it completely.

His dream came true and it was torture. He didn't know how to wake you up. He didn't know if your ghost had returned to your body. He felt he should be looking for your spirit, but at the same time, he was terrified of leaving your body. He buried his face in your hand. "Y/N, baby. What should I do?"

Javier lost track of time. He didn't know how long he sat with you. An hour, two, maybe three. He just couldn't take his eyes off you. He watched your every breath and felt the panic that each of those breaths would be your last. Finally, he decided he had to do something. He already had your body, he needed to find the ghost. He squeezed your hand tightly and said, "Y/N, I'll come back to you, I promise."

Leaving the hospital was harder than he thought. Each step that took him away from you seemed harder to take. By the time he got to the car, his hip hurt so much that he swallowed two painkillers and lit a cigarette. He rubbed his nose with his thumb and took a deep breath muttering, "Get a grip."

He had to find your ghost, so the first place he went was of course your "X" starting point. Unfortunately, he didn't find you there, so he went back to his apartment. He looked in every room calling for you but without success. He was so desperate that he even went to the place where he almost died. But, he didn't find you there either. He finally decided to go to the embassy and check out his office. He didn't find you.

And just as he feared, his appearance at work had consequences. As soon as Chris saw him, he immediately asked: "Boss, are you back? We have new information."

He sighed and nodded his head. He couldn't say he was there just because he was looking for a ghost.

And so for the next three days, Javier Peña was like a ghost himself. He moved between the embassy and the hospital. He only came to his apartment to take a quick shower and put on fresh clothes. He barely slept and was still taking too many painkillers.

Sometimes he just dozed with his head resting on your bed. He was so determined to spend every free moment with you that even the nurses gave up trying to chase him away and let him stay the night.

Javier was just sitting by your bed holding your hand. When his phone rang, he sighed heavily and picked it up muttering "Peña."

"Boss, we need you." Chris's voice came from the other end.

"I'll be there in half an hour," he replied and ended the call.

He stood up reluctantly, still holding your hand. He leaned over and kissed your hand. Then he ran his fingers lightly over your cheek and whispered, "Don't go anywhere without me, okay? I'll find a way to wake you up, I promise."

Javier had to do his best not to think about you while he was working. Fortunately, even when he did, his coworkers thought it was still the result of his wounds and did not ask him about it.

As he drove to the hospital in the late afternoon, he began to think about his job. Has he lost his motivation? NO. He wanted to catch all the godfathers of the Cali Cartel. Yes, he still wanted to, but at the same time, he felt it would be easier to find the tooth fairy.

Suddenly one thought hit him. Fairy! Spells, magic... Why hadn't he thought of that before. He abruptly changed direction and hit the accelerator?

Curandera appeared in front of him after he knocked furiously on the door..

"Agent Peña?"

"You have to help me. I found her. She's in a coma in the hospital, but... I don't know where her ghost is."

The woman frowned. "I don't understand. You said she was with you all the time."

He sighed heavily and rubbed his temples. "Something happened..." he mumbled. "She entered the body of the man who tried to kill me."

"I told you that..."

"I know!" he growled. "But she did it to save me. When I woke up in the hospital, she wasn't there, but... I found her, she's still alive."

Silvaria began to shake her head. "Maybe you're the only reason she's still alive."

"What do you mean?"

"She sacrificed herself for you, she didn't do it for fun or profit. And she's bound to you."

Javier took a step toward her. "Okay, but can this somehow help bring her ghost back?"

"Your presence will certainly help, but..." She stopped and looked at him concerned. "You must know that bringing a ghost by force has consequences."

He felt his whole body tense. "What?"

"Maybe she won't remember anything. She won't remember that she was a ghost, that she met you, and... She won't remember how she felt about you."

Javier snorted. "She felt nothing for me."

"Really?" She eyed him. "The fact that you're standing here alive in front of me says otherwise."

He wiggled his fingers restlessly and shook his head. "It doesn't matter. It'll be better this way. She doesn't need to remember what an asshole I was. It'll be better for her."

The woman sighed and shook her head resignedly. "I'll prepare everything and we can do it today."

Despite Javier's concerns, it turned out that Silvaria entered the hospital without any problems. The nurses were not at all surprised to see her, and the woman explained to him that the relatives of the sick often called her. But, when they entered your room, Javier closed the blinds and put a chair under the door, for sure that nobody disturb them. He watched carefully as the woman drew symbols around the bed with chalk.

"I need a strand of your hair," she said.

Javier shrugged. "Take all you want. Just help her."

She went to him with the scissors and cut one of the curls at the back of her head. She tossed a strand of hair into a small linen bag and placed it on your chest. Then she grabbed your left hand.

"Stand to her right and take her hand with one hand and mine with the other."

He sighed heavily and muttered, "I can't believe I'm doing this."

She gave him a reproachful look. "You used to not believe in ghosts, and now you're begging me to bring one, so..."

"Okay," he groaned and did, as she told him.

"Close your eyes and say her name in your mind."

He closed his eyes and concentrated on his task. At the same time, Silvaria spoke some words, but he did not recognize a single one, so he stopped listening to her. He kept repeating in his mind, "Y/N. Y/N come back."

Just when he started to think it was all stupid and pointless, it happened. Suddenly a current kicked him and he jumped backward. He opened his eyes and saw that Silvaria had also released your hand and was standing next to the bed, panting heavily.

"It worked?" He asked.

"She was far in the void, but..."

They heard your moan and they both looked at you.

You felt like you were trying to get out of the tar. Your body felt numb. You struggled to open your eyes. It was so hard but you finally did it. Memories slowly came back to you. The sound of sirens, the scream of people, and the impact... Blood? Your hands are covered in blood. NO.

"Where am I..." your voice was hoarse.

"You are in the hospital" you heard a male voice. "You had an accident and you were in a coma."

You looked at him and blinked your eyes in surprise. His face seemed familiar, but you didn't know how you knew him.

"Are you a doctor?" you asked in a tired voice.

He shook his head and backed away quickly, saying, "I'll call the nurses."

The woman who stayed with you patted your hand and said, "Calm down, little birdie, everything will be fine."

You nodded your head, but you felt a strange sadness and fear.

Javier walked quickly down the corridor. He had to leave the hospital as soon as possible. He needed to smoke, find a bar and drink something strong.

"Agent Peña!"

He stopped and looked annoyed at Silvaria.

"What?"

"Tell her the truth. I will help you and confirm your words."

Javier laughed dryly. " Oh, really? I'm supposed to tell her that It was my fault that, she was a ghost, because I let chase for thug through the crowded streets of Colombia. I'm supposed to tell her how I hurt her. No." He shook his head. "The truth is, she's better off without me. She has a chance at happiness now. I'm not going to take that away from her."

The woman grabbed his hand and he looked at her surprised. "Didn't you ever wonder why only you saw her? Why was she connected to you? Maybe it wasn't because of the accident, but something much deeper. A soul's connection that even death could not part."

Javier pulled away sharply, pulling his hand out of her grip. "Soulmates?" The woman nodded. "Please, leave these fairy tales for naive customers. We're done."

He turned and heard Silvaria say, "You think you're saving her, but you're hurting her... and yourself!"

You felt dizzy and lost. Your boyfriend Michael wasn't there, but you felt he wasn't the one you missing. It was a strange feeling, but when you closed your eyes you saw warm brown eyes. The rest of the face was blurry, but those eyes. You missed someone, but you didn't know who.

You never got the chance to know me

Packed it up and crossed the state

You left behind more than memories

Now when I sleep I'm only dreaming of your face

You never got the chance to hold me

I learned to love your selfish way

I still believe in you, and in this burning room

I'll suffer through the pain

Oh no, got me low, how you gonna leave like that?

Oh no, got me low, gone and I want you back

Oh no, down so low, feeling like I'm under attack

Oh no, where did you go? You're gone and I want you

SYML - Leave Like That (feat. Jenn Champion)

A/N: Well, I warned you all that before there's a happy ending, we'll suffer... Poor Javier thinks he's not good enough for the reader 💔 😢

Part VI

Part VIII

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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 2 years ago

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Last Kiss

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Jake “Hangman” Seresin, f!reader

Summary: You were Jake's first everything. Unfortunately, for every first, there has to be a last.

Word Count: 1062

TW: Angst, Blood, Concussion, Major Head Injury, Reader Death, Car Accident

Note: Written for @footprintsinthesxnd's 500 Follower Celebration. Big thanks to @loverhymeswith for beta reading for me! 💖

You were his first kiss.

As Jake headed to the bus after school in sixth grade, you popped out and dragged him into an empty classroom. Before he could ask what you were doing, you pressed your lips firmly against his. It was your typical closed lip, “smash my face into yours” sort of juvenile kiss, but it still made Jake’s head spin. As you stepped back, a sheepish smile on your face, he stared at you with his jaw hanging open. But then you tore from the room and Jake ended up missing the bus.

However, he didn’t stay speechless for long. The next day, he asked you to get ice cream after school and his best friend quickly became his girlfriend.

You were his first time.

Your parents were naive to allow two fifteen-year-olds to study alone in their house while they were at work. As soon as Jake walked in the door, you took his hand and led him into your room. Sitting him down on the bed, you stood before him while you tugged your shirt over your head. Jake was once again left in a stunned silence, even as you climbed onto his lap and unhooked your bra.

What happened next was awkward, and clumsy, and over way too quickly, but neither of you really seemed to mind. In fact, despite how much the two of you improved over the years, that first time always held a special place in Jake’s heart.

You were his first forever.

The night he came home from the Academy, Jake got down on one knee in front of you. He had planned to make it special, to really blow you away with his proposal, but he didn’t even fully make it through the front door before he couldn’t wait any longer. He knew he had missed you, but he hadn’t realized how much until he laid eyes on you again.

You fell to your knees beside him, covering his face with your kisses and your tears as you cried “Yes!” over and over again. And though you both knew it would have to be a long engagement with Jake’s burgeoning career, it didn’t matter because you were his and he was yours. For the rest of your lives.

You were his first loss.

The two of you were heading home after celebrating the news that he had been accepted into Top Gun. While it meant having to delay the wedding yet again, you had been nothing but supportive and overjoyed to hear about Jake’s accomplishment and it made his selection all the more special to him.

It was late and Jake glanced over to look at you resting your head on the passenger window. You looked so beautiful in the dim light that it was hard to look away. Jake never saw the semi that ran the red light until it plowed into the side of his truck.

The world exploded in a shower of glass and metal. Jake was thrown from the truck but luckily, he soared over the asphalt and tumbled into the snow on the side of the road. It was still a rough landing and he was left dazed for several minutes. When he regained some semblance of coherence, he lifted his head to see the burning remnants of his truck in front of him.

Despite the pain in his side from what felt like broken ribs, or the soreness of every muscle in his body, Jake scrambled to his feet and woozily stumbled towards the passenger side. As he approached, he could see you shifting slightly in the seat where you were still strapped down which seemed like a good sign. But as he got closer, he had to stop himself from falling to his knees in dismay.

During the collision, your head must have slammed violently into the passenger window. It had shattered on impact and pieces of glass jutted from your scalp. The right side of your head was drenched in blood which cascaded down your face, obscuring your right eye. Your left pupil was blown wide, almost completely dilated, and though he was just inches in front of you, Jake could tell you were struggling to focus on him. There was no doubt that you had a severe concussion, if not something much worse.

When he reached you and carefully pried open what was left of your door, your lips began to move, though no sound came out. Finally, you managed a weak, “Ja–... J–...Ja–...” Your speech was slurred and stilted and it seemed as if you were struggling to form complete words.

Jake took your hand. “I’m here, baby. I’m here.”

“He–...Hea–.... Head.”

“I know. I know your head hurts. But help is coming and they’re gonna get you patched right up and give you something for the pain. I just need you to hold on.” He squeezed your hand tighter as if doing so would transfer some of his strength into you.

Your lips began to move again, but the words took longer to come this time. Eventually, Jake could hear your whisper, “L–…L–…Lo–…Love…. Ooo.”

Jake had to bite his lip to keep his sob from tearing from his chest. Once he managed to choke it down, he brushed your hair gently from the uninjured side of your face and said, “I love you too. So much.”

Carefully, he leaned over and pressed his lips to yours. It was a chaste kiss, yet a fierce one and it reminded Jake of your first kiss all those years ago. Though this time instead of strawberry lip gloss, your lips tasted of iron and rust.

When he pulled back, a ghost of a smile flickered across your lips seconds before everything dimmed as if someone just unplugged you. You went slack and your one visible eye stared off into nothingness.

Jake felt his heart shatter as he desperately clutched at your limp body, frantic for the slightest hope he was wrong. “No, no, no. Baby, come on. Stay with me. Please. Come on. No. No…. no.”

He buried his face into your still chest, tears stinging his eyes. And though he could hear the sounds of ambulances quickly approaching, he knew it was too late.

You were his first kiss. But he was your last.

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andydrysdalerogers · 11 months ago

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The Type You Save ~ S E V E N T E E N

James "Bucky" Barnes and OFC Alexandra "Alex" Richards

Detective James Barnes hasn't seen the love of his life in three years. Since the night she was almost caught stealing a painting. He knows it was her and she disappeared leaving him confused and heart broken.

Alexandra Richards never expected to be pulled back into her old life two years after she left it. She had found love and a home and was happy. Until a note blackmailed her to take one last job. Three years later she walked into the last person she expected to see in San Francisco. Because he lived in New York right?

They always put family before everything. And he would do anything to get his family back. Because she's the type you save.

TW: mob, death, smut, rape intentions, angst, guns, family abandonment, dub-con, manipulation

A/N: because of the Valentine one shot I'm posting tomorrow, I'm posting the final chapter of The Type You Save today. It has been fun writing a different hero this time.

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Previous: S I X T E E N

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Alex stood on the grass in San Francisco, her black dress swaying in the cold wind, a storm coming in. She sighed as she watched the casket being lowered into the ground. She tightens her grip on James’s hand as he held Drew on his other side.

“I’m glad I was able to do this for him.”

“Me too doll. You ok?”

“Its just hard. I thought…”

“I know Allie. But its closure.”

She could barely listen to the prayer, her mind whirling from everything that had happened. After everything had settle, Zemo sang like a bird. He explained how he got involved with Grey, the threat Grey had on his family. Grey made it seem like all he wanted was to take Alex, not explaining that he was going to kidnap Drew a week or so after his plan to break her.

The police found Grey’s will and a letter for Alex. Alex took a moment a couple of days after her rescue to read it.

Alexandra, If you are reading this, it means that I have die, probably at your hand. That’s hard to write, considering the amount of love I have for you. If you haven’t discovered yet, let me explain some truths. When I first saw you, you were the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. I wanted you from that moment on. But your brother refused. I tried to persuade Simon, reason with him. Unfortunately, that didn’t work out. We buried him close to the house in Boston. I hope that brings you a little peace. As for your parents, they threaten to harm you as they blamed you for your brother’s disappearance. I had them change their will to leave me as their benefactor before they were killed. I wanted to keep your inheritance safe. I left everything to you, my pet, my queen. My hope is that this letter is unnecessary, but I wanted to be sure you were taken care of, should anything happen. I love you so much Alexandra. Yours, Christian.

Alex sobbed at the letter with James holding her as she wept. Her entire adult life before James was built on a web of lies. When she got confirmation of his location, she had her brother reburied. The toll of the bell snapped Alex back to the present.

The father completed his blessing over the casket. “We celebrate your life Simon Richards, a lost soul that has been found and now taken to the Lord. Amen.”

They all murmured a reply and then came to give Alex their condolences. After everyone left, Alex turned to James. “I want to see him, Jamie.”

James sighed, “Allie, I…”

“I need to see him. He did this for me. It’s the least I can do.”

James adjusted a sleeping Drew on his arm. “Ok, ok. Let me make a few calls.”

A couple of hours later, Allie sat beside a hospital bed. Its occupant was asleep. She took his hand and his eyes fluttered open.

“Hey Allie Cat.”

Nate’s face was still pale and his movements slow but there he was three weeks after being shot.

She reached over to press a kiss to his forehead. “Hey Nate. How are you feeling?”

“Tired.”

“Getting shot will do that.” She gave him a soft smile. “What have the doctors said?”

“Recovery is going well. Docs say I just have to be patient to get stronger.”

“That’s good.” She rubbed her thumb over his knuckles. “We had the funeral today.”

Nate could see the pain in her eyes. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there. I’m just glad I was able to give you that. I’m sorry I hadn’t told you sooner.”

“Its ok. I probably wouldn’t have believed you then.” She looked away to blink her tears away. “How is your case looking?”

He chuckled. “Since I help saved two cops and a witness, its looking like I’ll be able to plea to a lesser charge. Maybe a year.”

“That’s good. Steve, James and I are ready to testify for you.”

“Thanks Alex. I should rest. I have physical therapy in a couple of hours.”

“Ok. I’ll be back again now that I can get to see you.” She hugged him gently and went to the door. “Open on bay 7.” There was a buzz and a click before the door slid open. She glanced back at Nate with a smile and went through the door.

James was sitting in the visitor’s lounge, checking his email when Alex walked in. “Hey Allie. How is he?”

“He’s good. Still kinda pale and slow but he says he feels stronger.” She popped a shoulder. “Ready?” She held out her hand.

He took and tugged her to him, her back to his front, hugging her, breathing her in. Something he doesn’t take for granted anymore. “Ready, doll. Steve called and said Drew asked if they could go to the park. I said ok. Wanted some time with my doll.” He placed a kiss on her neck.

“Jamie, we are in the hospital,” she moaned quietly as he continued with his gentle assault.

“I’ve missed you, Allie. My perfect little doll.”

She melted right there. “Ok, ok, get me outta here Detective.”

“Its Sargent and you know it.”

“You’ll always be my Detective.” She spun in his arms and looked into his stormy blues. “Take me to bed Jamie.”

“Oh Allie,” James moaned. He kissed her hard before releasing her, taking her hand and guiding her out of the hospital. The drive was laced with anticipation, the air heavy with lust from the couple. They hadn’t been intimate, since before, with Alex dealing with the emotions of her past coming to light and Drew being attached to his parents in fear of never seeing them again. James held onto Alex’s hand, his thumb moving over her knuckles, the sensation like bolts of lightening to her core.

“Lightening touches,” she whispered.

“What was that?”

“Lightening touches,” she said a little louder. “Before all of this, your touch always gave me the feeling like lightening through my skin.”

James smiled. “I remember. I believe it was the same night we conceived Drew.” His smile grew wider. “That was a great night.”

“It was.” Alex brought his knuckled to kiss. “I’m sorry I’ve been distant.”

“Don’t be doll. I understand. We’ve all been through a lot.” They made it back to their apartment. It was eerily still. Alex looked around as James pulled her to their bedroom. “Tell me what you need baby.” He sat on the edge of the bed as Alex settle between his legs.

“I need you,” she whispered.

“You have me, doll.” James began to kiss around the hem of her blouse. He motioned for it to be taken off and Alex swiftly pulled it off. “So beautiful. My Allie,” he whispered in between kisses.

She ran her hand through his hair. “My Jamie. I love you.”

“I love you too, doll.” He stood up and lifted her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around him as he flipped them around and he laid her on the bed. “Let’s make a baby.”

“Now?”

“Now. No more threats, no more secrets. Its just us now doll. James and Alexandra. Bucky and Alex, Jamie and Allie.”

“Never called you Bucky. But Bucky and Alex works. Just like mommy and daddy.” She ran her fingertips over his chin. “I love you.”

“Oh doll. I love you.” Soon all their clothes were gone and James was hovering over his wife. He stared deep into her eyes as he rubbed his tip through her folds. “So wet doll. Almost as if you were excited to make me a daddy again.”

“Jamie, don’t tease,” Alex whined. “I need you.”

He grinned as he sank into her, stretching her slow. He watched as her head tilted back and her eyes rolled back. “Feel good?”

“So good baby but you have to move,” she moaned. James started on a steady pace, not really using force, just letting her feel good. “Oh god, Jamie,” she cried.

“Yeah Allie.” James flipped them so she was on top. She swiveled her hips and he groaned. “Just like that doll.” She bounced on him, feeling all of him. He could feel her starting to tighten. “You close baby?”

“So close. You feel so good inside me.” He grasped her hips tighter, pulling her down harder onto him. “Gonna cum.”

“Do it, love. All over me Allie.” James grunted at the force, wanting to be closer to her. He flipped them again and moved his hips hard. She gave a silent scream as she tightened around him. “Ah fuck!” He let go as well, moving slower, working them through.

They laid there a moment, the cloud of bliss still over them. The memories of lost love, love found, and love made flooded them. James held his girl, thankful that she wasn’t lost. She was saved.

F I V E Y E A R S L A T E R

“Andrew! Delilah! Its dinner time!” Alex called out to her children. She felt something around her ankles and looked down to see their white kitten, Alpine, twisting herself around her. “Yes, Al, dinner for you too.” Her children raced in, their German shepherd, Brooklyn, racing after them. “Wash your hands!” She turned back out the door. “Bucky! Steve! Dinner!”

James and Steve trudged in, still arguing on the best way to fix the bike. “I’m telling you it’s the exhaust,” Steve argued.

“Whatever punk, the pop noises are from the clutch, guaranteed.” James wiped his hands off and went to Alex. “Hey momma, how are you?”

“Tired but good.” His hand rested on the small bump on her belly, and she placed her hand over his. “Still too early to feel them, love.”

“Can’t wait to meet them love. Its everything we ever dreamed of.”

“It’s more Jamie. It’s so much more.”

James and Alexandra. Bucky and Alex. Jamie and Allie.

Family over everything.

*~* The End *~*

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nekoannie-chan · 5 months ago

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Brock’s betrayal

Title: Brock’s betrayal.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Brock Rumlow X Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!Reader.

Word count: 422 words.

Square: 3 “How could you?”

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Brock would never hurt you, wouldn’t he?

Major Tags: Agent hurt, betrayal.

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The reports you reviewed were confusing and contradictory, but you couldn't get Brock out of your head.

You had met Brock almost a year ago, during a mission you were both assigned to. They went from exchanging combat tactics to sharing romantic dinners and then some.

But in recent weeks, Brock was distant, more reserved. He would disappear without explanation, and when you asked him, he always had an excuse ready.

That night when you described everything, with the sound of rain pounding on the windows, you followed him until they reached an abandoned building.

From a broken window on the second floor, you could see Brock talking to a group of men. Your heart stopped as you recognized the symbol on their uniforms: HYDRA.

How could Brock be part of HYDRA?

You decided to confront him; you walked into the building until you reached the room where Brock was, once the men left.

“What are you doing here? “you asked.

Brock turned around when he heard you enter, and his face tensed up when he saw and heard you.

“That's what I'm asking you."

“Brock, what are you doing here with them? “you questioned.

Brock didn't answer; instead, he walked towards you.

“You don't understand; this is bigger than you or me," he finally said.

“Explain yourself," you demanded, taking a step towards him.

“HYDRA has a vision for the future, a better future, a better world," Brock said, but his words sounded hollow.

“A better world? At the cost of betraying everything you've sworn to protect, “you answered.

Brock clenched his fists.

“There is no other way," he said, drawing his gun and pointing it at you.

“Brock... “you whispered, but before you could react, you heard the shot.

The pain was unbearable. You fell to the ground, your hand on your abdomen, trying to stop the bleeding. Brock approached you.

“How could you?“ You mumbled, and your tears began to mix with the rain that began to seep through the roof.

Brock didn't answer; he just stared at you for a moment before turning around and walking out of the building, leaving you alone and hurt.

With all your strength, you tried to crawl towards the door; you had to get to the door.

towards the door; you had to get to S.H.I.E.L.D., and you had to warn them about Brock and HYDRA.

As you felt everything start to go dark, you heard the voices of the other agents. You were not alone. You hadn't given up, had you?

#eclipsing bingo #brock rumlow x reader

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ranchracoon · 1 year ago

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Devour Ch. 17 The Village

Master Post

Chapter 16

After you bathe, you find your old work clothes from when you lived in the village; they smell musty but you don’t want to ruin anything else. The three sisters crowd around you and kiss you goodbye, you laugh softly as you gladly return their kisses. Before you leave Cassandra grabs your hand, you cock your head as she smiles and wraps her cloak around you. She ties it around your neck and brushes it over to fit around your shoulders.

“Just so the villagers know who you belong to.” She kisses you one more time.

You decide the best course of action is to follow the footprints from the basement, you tighten the cloak around you and inhale Cassandra’s scent to soothe yourself. The sleet has turned into solid snow, which doesn’t help you with your trek, each step you take you slide a little down the steep decline. You pull the hood up and stalk through the thick brush, bits of maid’s uniforms are ripped on the thorns. The trail leads you to an overgrown path, one you know leads to Donna’s residence from the hanging bird cages and thick mist in the distance. If all else, maybe you can ask Lady Dimitrescu to call Donna for help. The tracks are non-existent now but they certainly wouldn’t go to another lord’s house. When you approach the altar, your attention is taken by a loud, throaty cough and grumble.

“Duke? What are you doing here?” You ask surprised.

“Ahh Y/N! I haven’t seen you outside the castle since you last went in.” He chuckles.

“Have you seen any other maids come through here? Perhaps last night?” You probe.

“Mm now you know my services don’t come free. You answer my question and I answer yours.” He answers.

You sigh with frustration, and growl under your breath, “fine.”

“How is it being the personal maid to Lady Dimitrescu’s daughters?” He asks.

“It’s okay. They keep me on my toes that’s for certain. Now, have you seen any maids come through here?” You respond.

“I have in fact. I saw them when I was leaving that fantastic party last night. I do believe a few of them seeked shelter in some nearby residences.” He replies with a content hum.

“Did you see anyone else with them?”

“Ah, ah, ah. So, I have heard rumors and mutters around the castle that mentioned you were going above and beyond your duties as a maid. Perhaps taking on tasks in the realm of lover. Is that true?”

“Yes.” You answer, “did you see anyone else?”

“There was one man with them who was armed. I haven’t heard nor seen him since last night. There were sounds of a gun fight nearby but with how quickly it ended I doubt he survived.” He answers, “anymore questions?” He asks.

“One.”

“Which daughter has captured your heart?”

“Cassandra.” You answer quietly.

He raises an eyebrow and starts to laugh.

“And Bela.” You add.

His laughter lowers to a chuckle.

“And Daniela.”

He stops laughing and stares at you for a moment, “all three of them eh? My my, you have been busy. What’s your question?”

“You wouldn’t happen to know who sent those soldiers do you?”

“Unfortunately, no. I was surprised to hear about what happened. The Baroness of Hungary informed me when I offered her and her servants a ride back to the castle. I will keep my feelers out for any new information.”

“Thank you, Duke, always a pleasure.” You say sarcastically.

You walk away from his stall, the large red gate leading to the village is broken open, when you stepped through you stop dead in your tracks. The entire village is destroyed, the smell of burnt flesh and rotting meat burns your nose, you swallow back the rising vomit. Houses are reduced to rubble; the once dirt paths are now nothing but mud and blood. This is the first time you have seen the village since you left, your chest hurts with anxiety and panic. Why didn’t the Duke say anything about this?

You break out into a run, the cloak whips behind you from the speed, your eyes flash around as you take everything in around you until you stop near the maiden statue. There is blood splattered over the shield, in front is the mutilated corpse of whom you assume to be the man who led the maidens. You kneel into the mud to find anything to identify him or who he works for, but all that’s left outside of his torn open carcass is his gun and tattered bits of black cloth. Memories flood back to you, of when you and so many others were hired to work for the infamous Lady Dimitrescu.

Flash back:

“Y/N?” Your father stepped inside.

“Yes father?” You replied.

He pulled the chair from the dining room table, he sat in it with a heavy thud and exhausted sigh. His dark, calloused, hands rung his well-worn, weathered hat leaving his balding, gray, hair unprotected. Your mother wasn’t far behind, she remained standing with her hands rested on his slumped shoulders, he took one into his own. Their clothes matched yours: blue overalls bleached from years of sun exposure with mysterious stains, once white shirts now a dingy brown, and falling apart boots. Your eyes met your mother’s, her eyes were red and puffy from crying and she wouldn’t meet your gaze.

“W-What’s wrong?” You asked concerned.

“Lord Dimitrescu is looking for more maids. Mother Miranda was in the town square picking off names like she always does with us and the surrounding villages.”

The color drained from your face, your heart thumped in your throat as you suddenly felt the need to pass out. This happened every year and you had been fortunate enough to make it this long without being called. Then again, it was either this or being married off. You nodded your head in understanding.

“When do I have to leave?” You asked hesitantly.

“Mother Miranda is collecting the others now..” Your mother replied.

You nodded your head again and took deep breaths in an attempt to calm yourself, no point in packing anything, no one came out of the castle. This would be the last time you would see your parents; while you were alive that is. Your father stood and hugged you tightly against his body, even with his aging body his hold crushed the breath out of you. You wrapped your arms around him to hug him back, next you hugged your mother who shielded her face into your shoulder. When she let go of you there were wet spots on your shirt.

“Be brave my sweet girl.” She whispered, her thumbs brushed the tears away that you didn’t know were falling from your eyes, “you have always been the strongest of all of us, you need to remain strong now. We’ll see you again someday.” She kissed your cheek.

You turned to the connected bedroom and pushed back the curtain to two others who looked up at you. Your younger sister Ina looked like a carbon copy of your mother as a teenager, dark brown skin with equally brown eyes, twisted and curly black hair, and of course dark freckles over her cheeks. Your younger brother Gavril was a tall and slender child, his skin lighter and the freckles more prominent, he had cropped hair that hadn’t been cut in awhile so the ends stuck out in half curves.

“We heard what mom and dad said..” whispered Ina.

Gavril was a boy of few words, he dragged his feet toward you then wrapped his arms around your torso. You hugged him back and hiccuped from trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over, you squeezed him before letting go. Ina jumped into your arms, she cried for you, her tears soaking into the straps of your overalls.

“I’ll miss you two, please take care of mom and dad for me.” You whispered against Ina’s hair.

You softly kissed her head and squeezed her one last time.

Present:

You disregard your objective to find the maids, instead you search for a way through the village, you have to see for yourself. You climb over a fence and through a blown out barn, winding up in a streetway with hanging goat heads. Theres a growl and loud thud from behind, you jerk around already feeling the itch under your skin. Your claws break free as you growl back and forth with the lycan in front of you, challenging each other to make the first move or back away. The lycan lunges forward but you’re quicker, your claws slash across his torso, spilling his hot blood over the freshly fallen snow. He howls in pain and backs away from you while other lycans start to surround you on the rooftops but they don’t move. Cautiously you retract your claws and walk down the street, the ruins of your former home coming into view.

On cue your legs run again, the panic and anxiety returning and your heartbeat drowns out the low growls of the lycans. The door breaks off its hinges when you slam into it, you round the corner and your worst fear is confirmed. The bloody bodies of your parents, what remained of them, lay in front of you; their half-eaten bodies infested with insects and maggots. The smell alone makes you dry heave and gag but you push ahead to back room, moving aside the dilapidated curtain. Shock keeps you from crying, you drop to your hands and knees. You can’t breathe, nothing goes in and nothing comes out, your chest constricts like it’s caving in.

“Ina…Gavril..”

When you finally catch your breath, you gasp and hiccup, letting the tears overflow. Next to their bodies on the wall is the sigil for the Black God, in their final moments they prayed for salvation and were met with deaf ears. Mother Miranda is supposed to protect the villagers, protect them, and she did nothing. The shock passes and you unleash a pained scream, that escalates into a roaring howl-like scream. You will slaughter every lycan in your path, if anything stands in your way it will be killed. Should Mother Miranda cross your path, screw everything you’ve been raised to believe, she’ll perish too.

Your skin bubbles and burns, your vision turns hazy as the agonizing pain of your bones snaping and rearrange comes forth followed by your claws tearing away your clothes and skin. When you plummet through the back wall, the last remaining supports give way to leave your former home in shambles. The lycans who have watched you from a distance now drop to the street in front of you, many of them wielding weapons, but you wield unbridled rage. You thrash them against walls or the ground like they weigh nothing, your paws crush their chests and rip out their innards with ease. An armored one tackles through a nearby fence, it roars to capture your attention. When you turn to face it, it swings and stabs at you but you dodge each strike.

You jump onto the roof of a residence then down behind the lycan and sink your teeth clean through the back of the neck with a quick snap. Crows swarm away from your path, retreating to the safety of the sky, their murders an omen of your arrival. Your rampage continues throughout the village, you’re near the cemetery now, you split the torso apart from some other creature you don’t know the name of. Only piles of dust and crystals are left in your wake. Lycans retreat toward the ceremony site and you follow hot on their heels, the Duke is nowhere in sight, lucky for him. You don’t know if you would have spared him or not. Blinded by rage, you don’t pay attention to where you’re being led to. Lycans claw down the cliffside toward the factory, their only choices were to be killed by you or be impaled on the barbed wire fence.

Any remaining lycans turn to fight you, their scratches barely cut through your thick fur. You pick one lycan up by the neck and throw it against the fence breaking one of the gate doors off the hinges. You’re so focused on the lycans you don’t see whatever blunt object hits you across the head with such a force the stone beneath you crumbles when you land.

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thatgordongirl · 2 years ago

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your ghosts ocs sound so interesting!! i’d love to hear more if you ever posted about them!

Yesss I have been summoned

I initially had a naming convention that they’re all namesakes of English kings except for Thomas, but Will was named before I saw the name in a Ghosts episodes.

Thomas

Fought in the American revolution

Has a wife named Dolley

He’s Scottish and immigrated to America when the war started

early to mid twenties

He’d prefer to just be home with his family

Unfortunately he doesn’t get that option because he gets shot in the head by a British soldier

No hard feelings though

He’s a pretty forgiving person regardless

He’s the oldest ghost, which is still pretty young by most standards

He has a little portrait of his wife in his pocket

Dolley was pregnant when he died, and gave birth to twin sons, Thomas Jr and Henry

Thomas has a gun on him as a ghost, so he just shoots ghost bullets at people

But he’s a sweetheart, I swear

He gives Edward his coat and forgets that it goes back to his body automatically

Edward

he’s around fifteen

He somehow managed to sneak into the Vietnam War

Edward lives in an abusive household and would honestly prefer to be anywhere

He thought he was going to be a hero and get himself out of the situation he was in

He watches someone die, which traumatises him

He gave his jacket to a fellow soldier, someone younger than him, and decided to go back to America

He gets sent home for his age. When he gets returned, it’s winter and snowing

He knows he’s getting weaker, so he tries to get inside but the door is locked

Edward gets hypothermia and dies outside the door

Edward didn’t expect to be a ghost, so he mostly walked around for a long time

Before Thomas found him

He’s quite mature for his age because he’s been dead for so long, and he already looks older than he is

It’ll never not be funny to me that Edward, a fifteen year old boy, and William, a fifty year old man, have the exact same music culture opinions because they overlap so much

Charles

Around early thirties

1870s-80s

Most people call her Charlie, but because she were so antisocial as a child nobody knows she’s not a man when they gets older

Except for her family, who aren’t very wealthy

People just assume she’s a man because she dresses like one for the time

And her birth name is Charles so people don’t even question it

She also travels a lot so people don’t have enough time to investigate her background

She just get invited to events and balls under the assumption

That’s where she meet ✨Millie

Who’s a rich man’s daughter and definitely not someone Charlie should be with

But she ends up with her anyway

Millie’s father grows increasingly suspicious of her and decides to find out who she really is

So he meets her brother (who’s also William’s father) and finds out she’s a woman

Basically he’s so enraged by a woman tricking all these men that he tracks her down and catches Charlie and Millie

Which pisses him off more, so he pays off the local police force and has Charlie tried for some made up terrible offence they can kill her for

And she gets publicly hung

Charlie has a broken noose permanently attached to her ghost and makes jokes about it that Thomas doesn’t appreciate

He’s just happy to have a friend after so long

She still enjoys travelling with the convenience of not having to pay, dragging Thomas all over the world

William

he’s born around 1895 with his father dying shortly after

He joins the war in his early twenties and stays till he dies

He fights in the first and second world wars

He really likes to draw and paint

He moves to England and thus has a British accent as a ghost rather than American as he lives there for thirty years

With his boyfriend that whole time

William becomes continuously worn down by the fighting, he has depression through most of his life

The end of the war leads to him having a drink, which causes a heart attack

Sort of the war kills him from the inside out

All the other ghosts like to joke he’s not a real American because of his accent

He has these really piercing blue eyes that started in the family with Thomas’ wife

Charlie is technically his aunt, but they never treat each other that way

They both hate his father

William also has a ghost gun, he became a general before he died

He and Thomas have ghost duels

Anna-Gloria

She’s around her early forties

Dies in the late 60s early 70s

Anna has a husband who is a grade a dick and she can’t stand him

Anna had a really hard time getting pregnant, and considers her son to be extra special

Her son Peter means that she has a living great grandson, James

Anna is quite proud of that

She’s a very defiant person in order to have her voice heard

Anna really loves gardening and plants, she likes farming and basically anything agriculture

One night she goes out dressed very sixties (multicoloured dress and all that) and comes home to her husband absolutely furious

She argues with him but tries to keep her son away

Her husband hits her in the head a couple times and she ends up dying from the trauma

Anna is untrustworthy of people in death, except for William

They had exchanged letters when she was a young girl

She brags about her side of the family having living descendants to William and Charlie

She’s quite motherly with Edward, even though it frustrates him sometimes

She’s the only one with a power of quickening the growth of plants

Think flowers that bloom strangely early

Richard

Born around the same time Anna died

He dies in the late 90s

Richard is initially timid and stutters when he speaks

His parents are wealthy

He tries to become a politician, but he can’t seem to get over the social skills portion of it

He joins the gulf war and meets his future wife Alex, who helps him with his confidence

He’s like the George III of politicians, completely committed to her

He gets in trouble with other things like gambling and lying to get his way

He becomes popular enough after the war to be a successful politician albeit ignoring his family, but his actions get him enemies in the mafia

So they shoot him during a public speech

In front of his wife Alex and daughter Angelica

Richard is more used to being a ghost than Anna is, which is odd considering their gap

He still gets to see his family, who he’s quite proud of

He looks a lot like William when he was younger

Richard spends most of his time making fun of the other ghosts to compensate for his own panic about certain things

He likes stealing their guns and causing problems

#ocs #oc story #bbc ghosts ocs

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gallavich-headcanon · 2 years ago

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First of all, Nosho‘s twin, I am very grateful for you sharing your cod lore knowledge with me. 💗

I tried to come up with a cute nickname for you, but all I came up with was Nosho and Nushi, but then unfortunately I realized it sounds almost like muschi and I am very very sorry. Can you help me out and pick a nickname I can call you? Again I am very sorry

Second of all, THIS IS FASCINATING. The world building! The characters! Their back story! Incredible

I feel like I could see both Ian and Mickey in both. But I have to say that the whole killing ghost’s entire family makes me lean into Ian=ghost simply because I don’t see Mickey going full ptsd from his family dying, but I can totally see Ian losing it and dedicating his life to complete the task he got. Also the Mohawk Soap got is so Mickey.

Mickey has always been great at scams and figuring an escape route so I think it’s not a far stretch for him to be Soap, you know?

Nosho’s twin I need clarification please- fandom tends to portray him as the calm one -> ghost (aka Ian so far) is the calm one but touch repulsed and soap (aka Mickey so far) is touch starved? (I mean in canon Mickey both repulsed but incredible touch starved). What do we know about Soap’s background? Why did he join this force?

Okay Nosho hear me out - I kinda like Ian joining the army in s3 post wedding , Mickey is heart broken, gets in trouble, gets in prison, escape prison to Mexico , works for cartel, hears about Ian’s “death” , loses his mind and talks to the FBI because he doesn’t believe Ian is dead (?) someone notices his potential and offers him to become a part of this special force and reunites him with Ian? with the energy of the prison reunion scene. Maybe I don’t know enough about the character to know if this would fit their story, but I tried ✌🏻

Ian losing the Gallaghers would make him so dedicated to the force that he might lose some of his Ian qualities, you know? And Mickey would remind him to be human? To feel something? To love someone? Is this too sappy for a violent video game? Probably

My issues- Soap is the sunshiniest of the group. this clashes with my theory that Soap is Mickey, because Ian is a literal walking talking ray of fucking sunshine. However, if we think s11 Ian and Mickey, I could get convinces with a bit of "Oh yay we're getting pizza? I'm starving!" vibe and a sprinkle of the great gun cleaning façade...

Ghost is extremely keen on his privacy -> Does this work for Ian play what cool Gallagher? Hmm. I guess Ian did hide being gay / Kash / being with Mickey very well. I am not sure if that's just the vibe I'm getting or if it's true but Ghost is higher up than Soap? He's giving a lot of Maverick vibes, and kinda Gay Jesus vibes.

SOS Nosho’s twin! Has Soap seen Ghost’s face in cod canon?

Also please can I hear more about alejandro x rudolpho? Or are they like a side ship without much info / backstory?

- no clue why it dawned on me, but i could picture jimmy-steve in here somewhere. or the brother of cup guy, the one who gave fiona the coke? Hahaha I feel like Jimmy-Steve doesn't stand a chance next to these guys! What do you think he would do in this force? I LOVE how collectively no one remembers the cup guy's name! I feel like I don't understand what people do besides kill so give me more info and we'll figure their roll out hahaha svetlana as some iteration of valeria? Yep yep. it's stealling the alibi all over again.

mickey getting kidnapped in an ambush? ian raising all heavens and hells to a) find him, b) get back at those who got ahold of him in the first place? sold, sold and sold. Ian would stop at nothing.

Also I saw this TikTok (bromance my ass, this is fine flirting if I’ve ever seen it!) the jokes 😩 (guest womb anyone?)

i gotta head to the store and run some errands, in the meanwhile-

are we thinking the same? 👀

I-, I didnt know it was-, I’m-… Nosho. I know nothing about call of duty, like literally nothing. And now I discovered there’s a gay lore to cod? Why the fuck didn’t anybody tell me? I guess all my friends are fucking fake bitches because I should have been notified long fucking time ago.

Please tell me everything I need to know about Soap(?) and Johnny(?) apparently known as ghostsoap (?) soapghost (?) I just got suggestions like this and holy shit. Ghost Ian and soap Mickey?

ps is soap wearing a choker or am I imagining?

#Like every twins I know you each got your assigned color lol #I wrote this so fucking fast #I got so excited #i hope it's somewhat coherent #nosho's twin ily #nosho ily #creepkinginc #gallavich au #au shenanigans with nosho #call of duty au #soap x ghost

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dawbi · 3 years ago

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bnha boys introducing you to their family (gif reaction)

warnings - endeavor is in hawks part !!

characters - midoriya, bakugou, todoroki, dabi, & hawks

midoriya

oh the midoriyas are nervous as hell. you're coming over for dinner and meeting for the first time ?? inko’s freaking out. cleans their house top to bottom at least 3 times. "izuku, does the lamp look better here or over there? what does y/n like to eat? does this outfit look like i'm trying too hard?" all of this chaos is adding to midoriya's own anxiety. "m-mom please calm down. y/n will be here in 10 minutes." he should really take his own advice because his shaky hands cause him to drop the utensils he was holding. the loud noise freaks out inko and she trips over the plant, knocking it over. omg cue horrified noises from both of them. luckily the food was done because as they struggle picking up the last bits of the broken pot, the doorbell rings. they welcome you in trying to hide everything that just happened lol. once you three are sitting at the table, inko is just watching your reactions to her cooking. please let her know it’s good ☹️ eventually light conversation makes things more comfortable and midoriya even holds your hand and looks at you with a loving smile as you talk to his mom. this warms inko’s heart and she knows, her son chose well 💕

bakugou

bakugou did not want you to meet his mom, at least so soon. his dad maybe, but not her. he knows how she is. mitsuki would tell you his embarrassing childhood moments or expose the times she has caught him simping for you. somehow mitsuki makes him bring you over for lunch. she’s really friendly and welcomes you with a hug. “omg y/n. i have been dying to meet you!! come in please.” bakugou is twitching and looking for the nearest exit but his mom is one step ahead of him and drags him to the table. “unfortunately katsuki’s father couldn’t make it. it’s just me.” “no worries!” mitsuki asks you questions about yourself. “you know y/n. i was worried this brat wouldn’t introduce us.” she says as she turns to him. “katsuki has changed since he met you.” the rest of the meal and conversation go smoothly. you say your goodbye and bakugou walks you out. when he comes back, he sighs a breath of relief until he feels a whack on his head. “listen! they’re a good one, treat them well.” mitsuki places her hands on her hips. “if you don’t, i have plenty of stories ☺️ ” he better be on his best behavior lol. bakugou won’t admit it but he liked watching you get along with his mom 💗

todoroki

todroki would be hesitant to introduce you to his family. meeting his dad is out of the question, he's very protective of you. he doesn’t know what he'd do if his father made any offensive remarks about you. natsuo and fuyumi are his first choice. but, natsuo and his college life conflicted with that day so, it’s just his sister. fuyumi is so happy for todoroki and wants everything to go well. she’s trying so hard to make things comfortable for you. her food is amazing do not even lie. his sister even tries to seem fun by telling you a joke lol. “y/n, why did the tomato turn red?” “why?” “because it saw the salad dressing, ha ha.” finger guns unironically. laugh out of politeness pls ajshshjsks. fuyumi is in awe when she sees you two clean up together. shouto is smiling and expressive around you. his sister smiles to herself, happy her brother has found someone 🥺 later down the line in your relationship, todoroki would introduce you to his mom. rei practically knows everything about you and already loves you. the way todoroki would talk about you during his visits ?? she has to meet the person making her son happy 💞

dabi

"never gonna happen." is what dabi says when you ask to meet his family. this is a very obvious answer if he’s told you his past. if not, this sounds hurtful and he knows that. so, he'd introduce you to the lov. dabi strikes me as a possessive person, so he was kinda hesitant sharing lol. "this is my family now." he gestures over towards the members of the lov. shigaraki probably playing some video game and barely acknowledges you. twice and toga come over and introduce themselves. “so, you’re dabi’s lover! you’re really cute!” toga can’t hide her excitement. twice is a shake your hand “i’m twice. dabs never wanted to introduce you and i see why.” kinda guy. dabi is like 😪 mr.compress and spinner introduce themselves later on while kurogiri is very hospitable. offers you something to eat or drink. they try not to make a big deal out of it because dabi hates that kinda thing. you sit with dabi on the couch while they practically interview you lol. dabi silently watches and pulls you closer to him. woah. they’re shook. dabi? showing some? idk? affection? but they don’t point it out cuz then they risk getting burnt 😬

hawks

sadly, keigo doesn't have family or loved ones and barely trusts any colleagues. who can he bring you home to ?? i feel like this would make him feel a bit insecure. makes him stay up at night wondering if you'll find someone else that has a big family to welcome you. keigo holds you a bit tighter when it crosses his mind. he'd mention you here and there. the pro heroes like mirko and edgeshot have seen a photo of you. even endeavor knows about you. i don't think keigo would plan for you to meet them until accidentally, it happens. you would be working your 9-5 when you see the number one hero and your boyfriend walk in. keigo's eyes light up when he sees you, "hey dove. hope i'm not distracting you." he walks up to where you're at and enji follows. "uh this is y/n. y/n this is-" "endeavor." enji bows and you do too. "keigo. please don't overwork yourself today. you got this." enji watches keigo melt at your words "i won't. love you." they exit the building after getting what they needed. the moment makes endeavor wonder if his kids will find someone like you. since nothing bad happened, keigo is already thinking of introducing you to mirko 💖

a/n - i struggled shortening these omg. the first draft was so long 😭

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queenshelby · 4 years ago

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The Judge’s Daughter (Part One)

Featuring: Tommy Shelby x Virgin!Reader

Words: 8,700

Warning: Angst, Blood, Gore, Mention of Suicide, Mention of Miscarriage, Drugs, Racism, Smut

Tag List:

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Challenging Times

In early 1930, times were hard. The Wall Street crash in 1929 caused many men to lose their fortune. Your family had also lost money on the stock exchange. A lot of money.

Your father was a wealthy judge and now, he was just a judge. Your family home had to be sold and your father moved into a medium sized apartment in London with one of his maids.

Since your mother had passed away in 1920, your father had often sought comfort in his employees. There was one maid in particular who was of interest to him. Her name was Catherine and she was 10 years your father’s junior.

You accepted his relationship with her but soon felt uncomfortable to live with them in the London Apartment.

But your father wasn’t the only family member who lost his fortune in the stock market crash. Your brother had also lost a lot of money. So much money that he could not repay his gambling debt to one of London’s most notorious criminals.

As a result, your brother committed suicide. His mental health had always been troubled ever since he’s been to France, fighting for England in the First World War. Your brother was much older than you and it was almost a miracle when your mother fell pregnant again and gave birth to you after three miscarriages.

Your brother adored you and protected you whenever necessary. He was kind hearted but, unfortunately, got himself involved with the wrong people on several occasions which is when he began gambling.

Following your brother’s death, your father struck a deal with the man to whom the gambling debt was owed, releasing three of his gang members from prison.

The debt was forgiven and you inherited your brother’s small cottage north of London. Regardless of your father’s actions, he began to despise criminals who involved themselves in illegal gambling activities. Your father was known to be particularly harsh when it came to offences of this kind.

He once told you a story about a man who used to be a prominent criminal who made his fortune through race fixing and illegal gambling activities. That man was now a member of parliament and your father despised him.

Being Jewish, your father’s hate for this man increased even more when he became the deputy leader of the British Union of Fascists.

The man’s name was Thomas Shelby and you met him once at a gala organised by the socialist party in Westminster. He was a smart man but he was also extremely rude and insulted your father at the gala following a dispute they had earlier in the day.

Your father threatened him and told him that, one day, he will ensure his downfall. It was your father’s mission and it was dangerous.

With that threat in mind and heated political events unfolding around the country, your father asked you to move to the countryside. Take up your brother’s cottage and lay low until things were taking a turn.

It took you quite some time to build up the courage to move into the house where your brother took his own life. But, you eventually did, taking up your brother’s work at the property while attending nursing school every second week.

The cottage was free standing but behind a larger house owned by wealthy Londoners. Their wealth seemed to have been unaffected by the stock market crash and, just as your brother did, you attended their yards and animals on the small farm in exchange for a wage and free food from the produce.

You also spent some time renovating the cottage which was rather dated.

The cottage had two bedrooms, one of which you converted entirely to a studio for your paintings. You enjoyed painting and you were quite good at it.

The other bedroom you redecorated with your own furniture.

The downstairs area consisted out of a small living room with a fire place and a small kitchen and bathroom.

It wasn’t much, but it was a place you could call your own. It was home.

Initially following your move, you would travel to London occasionally to visit your father and his mistress. You wondered when he would finally propose to her. She had been waiting for years.

When you visited, you would often sit in one of his open hearings. You were quite interested in the political and legal situation in the country especially following recent events.

Notably, it has been six weeks since the assassination attempt on Oswald Mosley, the leader of the British Union of Fascists.

Being Jewish yourself, you, just like your father, despised fascism.

The event at which the assassination attempt occurred was visited by many Jews, protesting against the establishment of the party and their obscure ideas. Despite your father’s instructions not to get involved, you were one of the protestors on the day and, although not openly, you have been associating yourself with the communists.

Your newfound friend Jesse Eden had since led several more protests you attended. Being only 20 years young, you believed that you could make a difference and convince people that their support for fascism was wrong and immoral.

The problem was that your father was at the centre of it all.

Following the assassination attempt on Oswald Mosley, two Jews were arrested and appeared in your father’s court. The prosecution didn’t have enough evidence for a conviction and the men walked free.

No one really knew who was behind the assassination attempt. There were no witnesses and everyone who may have witnessed the attack had since been found dead.

Regardless of this, for some reason, the leaders of the British Union of Fascists seem to have believed that a Jewish man by the name of Alfie Solomons was behind the attack. But there was one little problem, Alfie Solomon was dead. Or wasn’t he?

The men that were arrested used to work for Alfie Solomons and took the fall until your father set them free for lack of evidence.

A week after this decision, a Jewish owned factory was bombed. The factory was owned by the men who were set free by your father and a company owned by a Trust.

Ten men were killed and, following some arrests, it became evident that Jimmy McCavern was behind the attack.

Jimmy McCavern was the leader of the Billy Boys and, over the course of another week, your father was able to make a connection through some documents admitted to evidence between Jimmy McCavern, Alfie Solomons and a man named Thomas Shelby who was the deputy leader of the British Union of Fascists.

An arrest warrant was issued against Jimmy McCavern and Thomas Shelby by the London police following your father’s advice to them. Since, apparently, Alfie Solomons was dead, no arrest warrant could be made against him.

Thomas Shelby was the first member of parliament who was subject to such warrant and your father may have just, like this, gotten himself a lot of enemies.

The men he had against him now were not only the Billy Boys but also the Peaky Blinders and it was too dangerous for you to continue to visit him in London.

Unfortunately, little did you know that the danger was about to lurk just in front of your doorstep.

An Unexpected Visit

It was a Wednesday evening at 8pm that you heard a rather loud knock on the front door of your cottage.

You didn’t expect anyone and approached the door with your loaded gun. It’s not that you had ever shot a gun, but you bought yourself one two days ago just in case you needed it.

‘Who is it?’ you asked from behind the closed door.

‘It’s Jesse Eden’ you’ve heard from behind the door and you immediately recognised Jesse’s voice.

You put the gun aside and unlocked the door.

To your surprise, Jesse wasn’t alone and your chin dropped as you saw the man standing right in front of you. You remembered him. He was the man who stood beside Oswald Mosley during his speech in Birmingham and you had met him before at a gala at Westminster.

His name was Thomas Shelby.

‘I think we have met before Miss Rosenberg’ Tommy said.

‘Yes, we have Mr Shelby’ you said nervously and frightened at the same time. You immediately wondered whether Jesse was under duress by him. Why otherwise would he be here with her you wondered.

You invited them both inside after Jesse made the request to come in. She wasn’t sure whether they had been followed.

To your surprise, Jesse soon told you that she required your help. According to her, Thomas Shelby had to lay low due to the arrest warrant issued by the London police.

If Thomas Shelby was to be arrested, he may be killed in prison before a hearing could be conducted.

Accordingly, Jesse asked you to hide him at your house until the charges against him are dropped.

‘You mean until the chief of police has been bribed enough to drop the charges?’ you chuckled in response to her request.

‘I wish it would be that easy Love’ Tommy said as he looked at the pictures on your living room wall. His hands were in his pockets and he almost looked unbothered by the situation.

‘You cannot be serious Jesse. You seriously want me to hide this man at my house?’ you said in disbelieve.

‘I am afraid I am serious Y/N’ Jesse responded.

‘Well, a fascist hiding at the house of a Jew, how ironic’ you said angrily, still unsure why Jesse was helping him.

‘I know we have gotten off on the wrong foot at the Westminster gala Miss Rosenberg, but I would greatly appreciate your help’ Tommy said, recalling his argument with your father in your presence in late 1929.

‘You think Mr Shelby?’ you chuckled. ‘You insulted my father and my entire family’ you said.

‘And for that, I apologise’ Tommy said politely but firmly.

‘Jesse, you need to explain to me why you are helping this man. I do not understand it’ you said.

‘I cannot give you more information Y/N. You just need to trust me on this, alright?’ Jesse asked almost fearfully.

‘Alright, but why me?’ you pondered.

‘Because you are the daughter of the judge hearing this matter. No one will think to look for me here, at your house’ Tommy explained.

‘Jesus’ was all you could respond with to Tommy’s comment.

‘Y/N, trust me, please. It’s for the cause’ Jesse said.

‘I find this hard to believe, but alright, he can stay’ you responded.

Not long after you agreed to house the deputy leader of the British Union of Fascists, Thomas Shelby, Jesse made her way back to Birmingham. It was a three-hour drive and she had to hurry before anyone became suspicious.

‘You will have to sleep on the lounge. Please help yourself to any food, water and drinks’ you said while you walked into another room to fetch a blanket, pillow and change of clothes for Tommy.

You still held on to your brother’s clothes which should have fitted Thomas just fine.

‘I thank you for your hospitality Miss Rosenberg and I apologise for intruding your space. I should be out of your hair within the week’ Tommy said as you came back to the living room and handed him everything he needed for his stay.

‘I am doing this for Jesse, not for you Mr Shelby. Although I do not quite understand why she is helping you’ you said just before you sat down in one of the arm chairs.

‘Let’s just say, we had a thing once, eh’ Tommy smirked.

‘I didn’t think that she would fall for a man like you’ you said.

‘A man like me, eh?’ Tommy chuckled.

‘Yes, a socialist turning to fascism. It’s rather disappointing’ you said.

‘Sometimes we do what we have to do Miss Rosenberg’ Tommy said.

‘Yes, if we didn’t, you wouldn’t be staying here, trust me’ you said before excusing yourself.

You made your way to your studio, painting and drinking wine. It was what you enjoyed most and you wanted to space from the stranger now living with you in the small cottage. A man you had literally nothing in common with and who you despised.

While you were painting, Tommy made use of your telephone and enjoyed some of your late brother’s whiskey.

It was obvious to you that he was struggling with being cooped up in your cottage and, just as your thoughts got lost in your paintings, you heard some a cracking noise near the door of your studio.

‘What are you doing?’ you asked as you noticed Tommy walking into your studio, looking through your many paintings.

‘You are talented. These paintings are extraordinary’ Tommy said.

‘Thank you, Mr Shelby’ you said with surprise. Had he really just complimented you?

His presence and closeness sent shivers down your spine. It wasn’t that you were frightened but you were clearly intimidated.

‘What are your plans, Miss Rosenberg?’ Tommy asked as he kept looking through the paintings.

‘My plans?’ you asked.

‘Your plans for the future? What are they?’ Tommy asked.

‘I am studying to become a nurse. Perhaps, one day get married and have children. The usual’ you said shyly.

‘Well, let me tell you, marriage is overrated’ Tommy chuckled before he asked how old you were.

‘I am 20’ you responded.

‘Still young with a life of opportunities ahead of you. Don’t waste them on the cause’ Tommy said.

‘Coming from a man who wastes his political career on fascism’ you said, causing Tommy to chuckle.

Your comment instantly sparked a political debate between you and Tommy which soon erupted into a heated argument.

During the argument he told you that you were too young to understand, ignorant and naïve and you were keen to throw him out of your house right then and there.

But, you bit your tongue and reminded yourself of the promise you made to Jesse.

You couldn’t stand him and his arrogance any longer and went to your bedroom, leaving him to debate about politics with himself.

Things Must Change

The next morning, you woke up early to attend the garden, ignoring Tommy as you left the house.

But, it wasn’t long until Tommy joined you in the garden. It was obvious to you that he was clearly bored.

‘What happened to the people who lived at the large house over there?’ Tommy asked as he walked outside to have a cigarette. You didn’t allow him to smoke inside the house.

‘They are in France for their annual vacation. Apparently, their fortune was unaffected by the stock market crash’ you responded.

‘Lucky them eh’ Tommy grinned as he grabbed some of the leather gardening cloves and a bucket from the side of the house.

Wearing his expensive suit and with the bucket in his hand and a cigarette in his mouth he walked over to the berry bushes where you were standing.

‘I might as well make myself useful eh’ he said jokingly as he began picking some berries.

‘Uhm yeah…but these aren’t ripe’ you giggled as you observed Tommy picking off some of the raspberries.

‘Right. Well, I usually don’t garden’ Tommy chuckled.

‘I couldn’t tell’ you laughed, causing Tommy to smile back at you.

This was the first time you noticed him smile. It was a gentle smile and it suited him.

Tommy helped you in the garden for the remainder of the day. It wasn’t like he had something else to do other than make phone calls to his brother and someone by the name of Kent.

You managed to keep your arguments to a minimum and you started to worry that you were slowly beginning to enjoy his company.

Later that evening, following dinner, you even sat down together in front of the fireplace in the living room to drink whiskey and wine and make some conversation.

‘I have been checking on your calls, contacting the directory because I wanted to make sure that I am safe with you being here. I have been told that the last call from my number was made to the Crown Investigations Office’ you said with surprise as you poured Tommy a glass of whiskey. After everything that happened in the past, you still didn’t trust him.

‘That’s correct’ Tommy said.

‘The only reason I could think of as to why you were talking to an officer of the Crown while you have an arrest warrant against you is if you were working for the Crown yourself. Otherwise, you would be mad tipping them’ you said.

‘I was just trading information that might be useful. In exchange, I am hoping for the arrest warrant against me to be dropped’ Tommy explained.

‘Mr Shelby, do you actually believe in fascism? I have not heard you speak about your party’s ideals since you’ve been here. We spoke about politics but you still seem to be a socialist at heart. So tell me, why do you follow this mad man Mosely? I am curious’ you said.

‘The thing about political parties is that they take the course into the direction in which they are steered. Much like a car. But just like with a car, if you fill it with the wrong fuel and the engine breaks down as a result, you will be going nowhere’ Tommy said as he took a drink.

‘And you are the fuel Mr Shelby?’ you asked with curiosity.

‘Yes, I am the fuel Miss Rosenberg’ he said.

‘Your intention is to undermine Mosley on behalf of the Crown. Jesse knew and this is why she helped you, isn’t it?’ you said after pondering on about what Tommy had just told you.

‘And now that you know this as well, it makes you my accomplice. I might be able to use your help Miss Rosenberg’ Tommy said.

‘If it helps to end fascism, perhaps I am willing to give it’ you said with a smile. ‘But I am curious now Mr Shelby. Was it you who initiated the attack on Mosley?’ you asked.

‘I rather not answer Miss Rosenberg’ Tommy said.

‘I understand. Also, you can call me Y/N now that we aren’t enemies after all’ you said.

‘Alright Y/N, then I insist that you call me Tommy’ he responded.

After some more conversation you decided that it was time for you to make your way to bed. It was late and you had to get up early to attend the animals.

Nightmares

Falling asleep that night was easy. You felt much safer now despite Tommy’s presence. You knew he wasn’t going to harm you.

But just as easy as you had fallen asleep, you were woken up by a loud noise coming from the living room at 1am.

‘Tommy, are you alright?’ you asked worryingly as you walked downstairs in a haste, wearing nothing but your silk nightgown.

‘My apologies, I didn’t intend to wake you’ Tommy said as he sat on the lounge, covered in sweat.

You initially thought that he might haven gotten sick until you saw a small empty bottle on the living room table. Your brother used to have one just like it which he carried around everywhere. It contained Liquid Opium and helped him sleep. He took it every night until, one day, he stopped. The withdrawal was barely manageable and his addiction soon rebounded.

You knew what this was. You had seen it before.

‘I will make you some tea to help you sleep’ you said kindly as you observed Tommy’s struggles.

‘I don’t think that tea will help me sleep Love’ Tommy chuckled.

‘My brother used to have nightmares after France. When he returned home, my mother made this for him and he managed to get at least some sleep. It’s worth a try’ you said with a warm smile. You knew Tommy had been to France. You had spoken about it when you spoke about your brother earlier that evening.

‘I suppose why not, eh’ Tommy said as he walked to the bathroom to clean himself off with a cold wet flannel.

After you put on the kettle, you walked to the studio and grabbed some more of your brother’s clothes.

‘These should fit you’ you said shyly as you handed Tommy a clean plain shirt and pants.

‘Thank you, Y/N’ he said as he took the clothes.

This was the first time you saw Tommy without a shirt and, despite his level of exhaustion, it was quite a sight. He certainly was a very attractive man.

After Tommy had gotten himself changed, you sat down next to him and handed him the cup of tea.

‘Do you want to talk?’ you asked.

‘It’s the middle of the night Y/N, you should get some sleep’ Tommy said.

‘It’s alright. I am not tired’ you said with a warm smile.

That night Tommy spoke with you about everything. About France and his late wife Grace who visited him in his dreams. He didn’t know why, but he felt as though he could talk to you and trust you.

At 4am, you eventually fell asleep on the lounge next to Tommy which is where you woke up the next morning covered with a warm blanket.

The fire was lid and there was a note on the coffee table as you woke.

‘Borrowed your hunting rifle, will be back by 8’ the note said.

You didn’t know how to hunt and had been telling Tommy how your brother shot bucks whenever you came to visit him at the cottage from London. You would then prepare it with veggies from the garden just the way your mother had shown you.

You thought that, perhaps, Tommy was better equipped than you when it came to hunting. You struggled enough even just to slaughter a chook from the farm and your intake of meat was clearly lacking as a result.

Attacked

With Tommy gone, you decided to attend to the horses. Grabbing your shovel and rake, you walked into the stables.

But, just as you walked inside, you could hear a loud noise from behind the barn.

You wondered whether it was Tommy and approached the back area of the property carefully. After all, he had a loaded gun and you certainly didn’t want to get shot accidently.

Just as you walked to the side of the property, you saw a strange man.

‘Hello Love’ the man said, cocking his gun.

‘Who are you and what do you want?’ you asked holding on to your rake tightly.

‘We’ve got a dispute to settle with some Jews Love. Now be a good girl and put down this rake would you’ the man said firmly.

You obliged and the man approached you slowly.

‘Now Love, we will be having a good time and then we will visit your father’ the man said just before he called for another man who was at the back of the barn.

Within an instant, the man grabbed your wrists and pushed you against the outer wall of the barn.

‘Such are pretty thing aren’t you’ the man said as he aimed to cover your mouth while moving away your skirt.

But, just when the man’s hand reached your mouth, you bit him firmly just before yelling for help.

‘You fucking bitch’ the man said as he reached for his gun.

In this moment, you heard a shot. The other man was hit, but barely and went to check out where the shot came from.

With both men distracted, you ceased the moment and pulled out the gardening scissors you were carrying in your thin jacket. Within an instant and without thinking, you rammed the scissor into the neck of the man who was still standing right there in front of you.

This was all it took for the man to fall to the ground. You couldn’t help it but scream as your hands and blouse were covered in the man’s blood.

You were besides yourself, sitting on the ground next to his dying body in shock, unable to do anything.

After what felt like an eternity, you saw Tommy approach you, making his way through the veggie patch carrying your hunting rifle and covered in blood himself.

‘Are you alright Y/N?’ he asked as he kneeled down next to you, comforting you.

‘There is another man Tommy, he walked to towards the berry field’ you said.

‘I know. He’s dead now and so is the third man who was driving them here’ Tommy said.

‘Did you kill them?’ you asked.

‘Yes, I did’ he said and, just in that moment, you threw his arms around him.

This is when you realised that he had been injured and was in agony himself.

‘Tommy, you’ve been shot’ you said with worry as you saw blood staining through his white shirt.

‘Yes’ was all he managed to say at this point as he was losing blood.

‘We will get you to a hospital’ you said in a haste.

‘No hospital Y/N. I will be taken into custody if I set foot in a public place like this until the arrest warrant has been dropped’ Tommy said.

You could see the agony on his face as he held onto the side of his chest. He was in pain. A lot of pain.

‘You are nurse, aren’t you?’ Tommy asked, breathing heavily.

‘I am a student nurse Tommy. I have not practiced on a life person’ you said worryingly.

‘Well, it’s about time then eh’ Tommy chuckled.

‘Tommy, you can’t be serious’ you said.

‘I am serious Y/N. I need you to do this, please’ Tommy said.

‘Alright, common’ you said nervously. It wasn’t like you had a choice. Tommy was bleeding a lot and his wound needed attention immediately.

With haste, you walked inside with Tommy and placed a towel over the lounge and got your first aid kit as well as a bottle of vodka from the dining room. You then went to the bathroom quickly to get a bowl of clean water and more towels.

While you were getting everything ready, Tommy made a phone call to his brother Arthur, giving him your address. By that point, Tommy was barely able to stand up.

As you returned from the kitchen, you helped Tommy to remove his blood-soaked clothes.

You gasped for a moment. You weren’t sure whether the blood or the sight of his naked body took away your breath.

‘You’ve got whiskey?’ Tommy asked.

‘Tommy, I don’t think it matters which alcohol I use to clean out your wound’ you said as you got everything ready on the table.

‘To drink. Trust me, I’ll need it. I am out of Opium’ he said, his breathing still laboured.

‘Yes, of course’ you said before you poured him a large glass of whiskey and handed it to him.

He drank all of it in an instant before lying down.

‘This is going to hurt’ you said as you cleaned your hands and the tweezers from your first aid kit with some of the vodka.

‘I know’ he said, taking in a deep breath.

‘You have to stay still’ you went on as you reached for his wound which was still profusely pouring blood.

‘I know’ he said again before closing his eyes and holding on to the edge of the lounge in anticipation.

As soon as you entered the wounds with your fingers and the tweezers, all that you could hear was a loud grunt.

‘Fuck’ Tommy screamed as your fingers went in deeper, retrieving the bullet from his wound. By this point, you were breathing as heavily as him.

‘I’ve got it Tommy, don’t move now’ you said as you carefully pulled the bullet out of his flesh.

Tommy took in a deep breath and, with another loud grunt, you dislodged the bullet.

It was intact and you sighed with relief while Tommy opened his eyes, looking at you in agony.

‘Now I will clean up the wound and stitch it, alright?’ you asked, causing Tommy to nod.

He let out another loud grunt as you poured some of the vodka over his wound before handing him a clean towel to apply pressure to the wound while you prepared the stitches.

His face was expressionless when you placed the stitches. You knew that the worst pain was over but, nonetheless, you were surprised by how well he had handled it.

This was when you noticed several large scars across his chest and arms. Almost too many to count.

‘You have been shot before, haven’t you?’ you asked while Tommy looked almost relaxed when you placed the sixth stitch.

‘Just a few times’ he smirked.

While you placed the last stitch, you could hear a car pull up in front of your door.

You opened the door quickly before applying a bandage around Tommy’s chest.

‘Fucking Hell Brother’ Arthur shouted as he walked into the living room with Isiah.

‘Arthur, this is Y/N’ Tommy said by way of introduction.

You quickly shook Arthur’s hand by which he was rather surprised.

‘Who the fuck did this?’ Arthur asked.

‘The Billy Boys. But they weren’t after me. They were after her’ Tommy explained.

‘Why?’ Arthur asked.

‘Because she is the daughter of the judge hearing the McCaven matter. I assume they wanted to send a message’ Tommy said.

‘Did they see you?’ Arthur asked.

‘Yes, but it doesn’t matter. They are dead’ Tommy responded.

‘Alright, what do you want us to do with the bodies? Send a message?’ Arthur asked.

‘Burry them behind the property. This never happened. They just disappeared and never made it here. By the time McCaven finds out the arrest warrants will be dropped and I can deal with the situation and Mosley’ Tommy instructed.

Arthur and Isiah attended the bodies as instructed by Tommy. You were surprised how quickly and efficiently they made the bodies disappear without any evidence whatsoever. It was clear to you that they had done this kind of thing before.

Before they left, Tommy gave Arthur a note to give to Jesse Eden and a note to give to a person named Kent.

In return Arthur gave Tommy three guns, a change of clothes and a bottle of opium.

After Arthur and Isiah had left, you made sure that Tommy was resting. After all, he had lost a lot of blood and you didn’t want him to pull a stitch.

Tender Moments

‘Do you have any more of that tea?’ Tommy asked as he held on to the bottle of opium that Arthur had given him. He starred at it, but didn’t open it.

‘Yes, sure. I will make some’ you said.

You were surprised by Tommy’s request but didn’t dare to argue.

You sat down next to him to have some tea while he placed the bottle of opium on the table in front of him.

‘Tommy, don’t’ you said.

‘Don’t what?’ he asked.

‘The opium, don’t take it’ you said.

‘Well, then put it away somewhere I cannot find it eh’ Tommy said as he handed you the bottle and you obliged with his request.

Tommy knew he would be regretting this soon, at night when his nightmares would wake him once again. It wasn’t the pain he couldn’t handle, but rather it was Grace’s visits in his dreams and dreaming about France hat destroyed him.

He was afraid of going to sleep but he needed sleep badly especially after today and so did you.

‘Are you not going to sleep?’ Tommy asked as clock struck midnight and you were still there with him talking about matters which he never talked to anyone about. He felt like he could confine in you and, despite your young age, you understood and you cared.

‘I don’t think I can. Not after what happened today. Not after what I have done’ you said as tears were building up in your eyes for the third time that evening.

‘Y/N, listen to me, alright?’ he said, caressing your face gently.

‘What you have done saved your life. These men were here to hurt you and now they can’t. You are safe now’ Tommy said as tears began to run down your cheek.

‘I killed someone Tommy’ you said in disarray.

‘You killed a bad man’ Tommy said as he used his thumbs to wipe away your tears.

‘It’s still a man Tommy’ you said before pressing your head against his chest. ‘Will the picture of him ever leave my head?’ you asked.

‘No Y/N, it won’t. But your guilt will, that I promise’ Tommy said. ‘Now, let’s get you some rest, eh?’ Tommy said.

‘Will you come with me Tommy?’ you asked nervously, knowing that your question was somewhat unusual.

‘Come with you? To bed?’ Tommy asked with surprise.

‘Yes, just to sleep by my side. I am scared Tommy’ you said.

‘I never had a woman ask me to join her in her bed simply for the purpose of sleeping, but alright, I suppose I can do that’ Tommy smirked before he followed you upstairs.

As Tommy lied down next you, bandaged up and wearing not much more than his white undergarments, you could feel something unusual. It was almost like some sort of warmth which was flowing through your chest.

‘Do you want me to turn off the light?’ Tommy asked as he got comfortable on the large white pillow, facing you and starring into your dark eyes.

‘Not yet. Perhaps we could talk for a little longer’ you said as you looked into his comforting blue eyes.

‘Alright, what you want to talk about?’ he asked and this is when you brought up his current wife Lizzie and his children.

‘What about your wife and children, where are they?’ you asked.

‘They are in Scotland, where, apparently they are safe from all this and from myself’ Tommy said with some disappointment.

‘From yourself? But they are your children’ you asked with some confusion.

‘They are, but they are indeed safer without me until I sort things out’ Tommy explained.

‘Do you miss your wife’ you asked.

‘No, I do not miss my wife. She filed for divorce six weeks ago’ Tommy said.

‘You do not seem upset about it. Why is that?’ you asked.

‘Because I know that it’s the right thing to do, to keep her safe. Our relationship was never one made of love. I never loved her the way a husband should love his wife. But, she is mother of my daughter and she cares deeply for my son. I trust her. She’s always been loyal to me and to the Company’ Tommy explained.

‘That’s nice…to have someone like this in your life’ you said.

‘It is indeed. Now you should get some rest eh’ Tommy said as he turned off the bedside lamp.

To his surprise, as soon as he turned off the light, you leaned over towards him carefully and rested your head on the uninjured side of his chest.

He let you and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close until you drifted off to sleep.

This was the first time for Thomas Shelby since he came back from France that he shared a bed with a woman other than his wife who didn’t have any sexual interactions with. To his surprise, despite the pain after having been shot, he slept better than he had expected. In the absence of nightmares, he was well rested until, after five hours of sleep, the next morning you heard a loud bang on the door.

Taking a Turn

You walked downstairs again with your loaded gun in your hand.

‘Who is it?’ you asked as you approached the door carefully.

‘Jesse Eden’ the person said and you quickly opened the door while Tommy came walking downstairs, out of your bedroom.

‘I actually just came here to make sure you didn’t kill each other but it looks like you’ve managed to become acquainted’ Jesse giggled.

‘It’s not what it looks like’ you said as Tommy walked out of your bedroom wearing nothing but his undergarments.

‘I assume Tommy has informed you about our past relations. But, for the record, I no longer have any interest in the man, so it’s quite alright with me if it is what looks like Y/N’ Jesse laughed.

‘You are no longer interested, eh?’ Tommy said to Jesse with a cheeky smile.

‘Unless you have forgotten, you ended up marrying someone else’ Jesse said.

‘Should I give you two some privacy?’ you asked as you felt uncomfortable being caught in between their conversation about old times.

‘No Y/N, there is no need eh Jesse?’ Tommy said with a laugh.

‘No there is not. Arthur came to see me last night to give me your note. But he hadn’t said anything about you having been injured’ Jesse said.

‘It’s alright, she’s a nurse. I got lucky’ Tommy chuckled.

‘Well, I am glad because I have information from one of my informants that will be of interest to you now that you are still alive. The Crown prosecutor was removed from the case and so was the chief of police. Apparently, it was found out that they both involved themselves with illegal prostitutes at some of your brothels’ Jesse said.

‘Now that is interesting, isn’t it?’ Tommy smirked.

‘You obviously knew and blackmailed them. The man in charge of the matter is now your friend Lawrence Staghill who, I believe, is filing for a motion to dismiss for lack of evidence in front of the judge who still owes you a lot of money. So, it looks like that everything is going to plan for you once again Thomas Shelby OBE. You should be free to leave after the next three days. The case is to be heard after the weekend’ Jesse said.

‘You hear that? Three more days and I will be out of your hair Y/N’ Tommy said.

‘I can’t wait’ you said cheekily and with a hint of sarcasm.

Jesse stayed for a little while longer before heading back to Birmingham and you made sure that, for the entire day, Tommy rested.

It was hard for Tommy to rest. It was almost like he needed to do something at all times. He wasn’t a man who could ever just sit still and, say, read a book. His mind had to busy constantly and he loved to be challenged.

For you, the day went by quickly and looking after Tommy was almost like looking after a child who refuses to listen.

Gone Too Far

‘I see you made yourself a bed on the sofa again’ you said as you noticed Tommy putting the blanket and pillow on the sofa.

‘Whilst I enjoyed our pillow talk, I figured that last night was an exception. Unless you think you might have difficulty sleeping again’ Tommy smirked.

‘I think I just might’ you said with a smile as you finished brushing your hair.

‘Alright, I will take my pillow and blanket upstairs then eh’ Tommy said.

‘Alright, see you up there’ you smiled, causing Tommy to chuckle.

This was strange indeed, but he figured that, at least, the bed was more comfortable than the lounge.

‘So, what do you want to talk about tonight, eh?’ Tommy asked as you walked into the bedroom with a glass of water and two white pills.

‘I went to the chemist today. This should prevent infection’ you said you said as you handed him the glass and the tablets.

‘Thank you’ Tommy said as you lied down next to him.

He swallowed the tablets and waited for you to say something, start a conversation of some sort.

But you didn’t. You lied there quietly, your dark eyes gazing over his half naked body.

In this moment, he didn’t know what came over him but, just as he leaned to lie on his uninjured side, he ran his hands through your hair and his eyes met yours.

‘I haven’t met anyone quite like you’ Tommy said.

‘Why is that?’ you asked.

‘I am not sure. There is something about you that intrigues me. That doesn’t happen very often’ Tommy said and, just as he did, you leaned forward and your lips met his.

His lips were soft and still tasted like whiskey.

Reluctantly at first, he returned the kiss, gently but passionately.

It was a short kiss and your tongues never touched by the time you lips drifted apart.

Once your lips separated you starred at each other, questioning in your mind what had just happened between you.

With embarrassment, you pulled away and turned around quickly.

‘Goodnight Tommy’ you said after you turned around. You turned off the night light and pulled your blanket over you tightly.

‘Goodnight Y/N’ Tommy said with a slight chuckle, still facing into your direction.

Despite the fact that Tommy had been on your mind now for days, you were surprised by your own actions and wanted to pretend that the kiss between you just moments ago didn’t happen.

You knew about his past, the killings, the illegal businesses, everything. He was a man you knew you shouldn’t get involved with. He was also still married and, at least in the eye of the public, he was a fascist.

You tried very hard to ignore the fact that he was lying next to you, half naked. The fire was lightening the room slightly and you simply couldn’t close your eyes, starring to the other end of the room.

For ten minutes you tried to lie still, but couldn’t. You fidgeted and kept starring up and then to the side again.

‘Do you want me to help you go to sleep?’ Tommy asked as he noticed your restlessness, which instantly broke the silence between you.

‘Help me go to sleep?’ you asked with some confusion and without turning around to face him. You were still to embarrassed to look at him.

‘Yes’ Tommy said as, suddenly, you could feel his body moving closer towards yours but still separated by your individual blankets.

‘What do you mean by that Tommy?’ you asked with some ignorance and, just when you did, you could feel the back of your blanket lift slightly.

Within seconds, Tommy’s fingers trailed over your bare shoulders downwards over your small breasts which were covered by nothing but your silk nightgown.

Your nipple turned hard instantly at his touch and you let out a deep sigh.

‘Tommy, I have never been with anyone before’ you said, allowing his touch but worrying about what he was intending to do to you.

‘Don’t worry Love, I am not going to fuck you. At least not in the conventional way’ Tommy chuckled as his fingers circled over your hard nipples.

You had no idea what he could possibly mean by that. Did he not find you attractive? What was he going to do to you then if not that?

‘So, you don’t want me?’ you asked curiously while small moans escaped your lips as the tips of his fingers continued to run circles over your nipples.

‘I want you alright. But I am not keen on tearing my stitches’ Tommy said as his hands began to take hold of your breasts harder.

You moaned at his touch and felt a strange and unfamiliar sensation build up in between your legs.

It wasn’t long until you felt his fingers move downwards over your stomach until they finally began teasing the top of your mound through your panties.

‘Tommy, I don’t think I will be going to sleep with you touching me like this’ you said with heavy breath. You wondered how on earth this was actually going to help you go to sleep.

‘I hope not’ Tommy laughed quietly. ‘But once I am done with you, you will sleep very well, that I promise’ he whispered into your before biting your earlobe gently.

You took in a deep breath and moaned quietly. The feeling of his hot breath was intense.

‘So do you want me to continue?’ he whispered.

You couldn't say yes. But you also couldn't say no. Instead, all that escaped your lips was another soft moan.

‘I need to hear you say it Love. Tell me you want me to keep going’ he said.

You whimpered under his touch, your hips now rocking to meet his hand. But he held firm.

‘I...it feels really good’ was all you could manage to say.

‘And you want me to continue?’ he asked as his fingers moved a little lower, over your panties, expertly brushing over your clit.

‘Yes Tommy, please continue’ you moaned and, just like that, Tommy slit his hand beneath your panties, running his fingers directly over your wet slit, dipping only the top of them into you gently.

He then began to rub his wet finger tips over your clit, circling around your hard nub with light pressure.

‘Oh my god Tommy’ you moaned as you never felt anything just like that.

After a minute or two, Tommy gently slid one finger into you, looking out for any cues from you to ensure that he didn’t hurt you now that he knew that you were a virgin.

You were so tight, it was almost too much to start and he could feel the resistance of your hymen within you. But he kept going, carefully and gently thrusting his finger in and out of you at a slow pace.

You moaned softly and Tommy loved pulling a reaction out of you. It was almost like it was his goal to break your normally stoic composure.

Tommy wanted to know that you were enjoying what he was doing.

He began sliding his finger in and out of you all the way slowly at first, but not long after he started to build speed.

You enjoyed the alternating feeling between emptiness and fulness inside of you and were making the most delicious noises now. Your eyes were completely closed and you were moaning louder.

Suddenly Tommy slipped a second finger inside of you just to give you a little extra jolt and you reacted better than he could have expected.

It was slightly painful at first but the mild pain soon subsided and turned into pleasure.

‘Tommy, oh god...fuck’ you moaned as you began squirming just slightly and moaning a bit louder.

As his fingers kept thrusting in and out of you, your breathing became heavier and your legs began to quiver.

His thumb soon gave extra attention to your clit while he kept up with the movement of his middle and index finger.

Your moans kept getting more frequent now and you were certainly getting wetter too as Tommy kept going faster and harder.

You couldn’t believe how good he was making you feel with his fingers but you also didn’t know what to expect when an overwhelming sensation of warmth and tingling overcame you slowly.

‘Tommy, I don’t know if this is right. It feels strange’ you moaned as your legs began to shake and you couldn’t control your movements.

You tried to squirm away as the feeling was too unfamiliar to you. But Tommy persisted, pushing his hand firmer against you and his fingers even deeper inside of you.

‘Does it feel good?’ Tommy asked, knowing already what your answer would be as he could feel your walls tightening around his fingers.

‘Yes Tommy’ you managed to let out in between moans.

‘Then its right Love’ Tommy smirked. ‘Just relax and let go eh’ Tommy whispered.

You moaned once again, louder than before, and gave into the sensation.

It was intense, so intense that you had to clench onto the sheets and, just like this your orgasm washed over you.

You were a shaking mess and Tommy kept up the speed with his fingers until your orgasm slowly began to subside.

‘Fuck, what the hell just happened?’ you said once you began to calm down and while Tommy still stroked the outside of your now soaked mound.

‘Did you never have an orgasm before?’ Tommy asked surprised and with curiosity.

‘Like this? No. Never’ you said. Of course, you pleasured yourself before but the sensation was different, way less intense than what Tommy just managed to do to you.

As Tommy removed his hand from you, you turned around, your cheeks flushed. It was almost like you were embarrassed to look at him after what had just happened.

‘Feeling relaxed now?’ Tommy asked with a grin on his face.

‘Yes…uhm…thank you’ you said shyly.

‘It’s my pleasure’ Tommy said with a smile before giving you gentle kiss. You could have spent all night just kissing him. He was good at it and his lips were full and soft.

‘You should get some sleep now, eh’ he said after your lips drifted apart and he caressed your face.

‘Is there anything I could do to return the favour?’ you asked shyly, feeling somewhat guilty about the way he made you feel with nothing in return.

‘No, not tonight Love’ Tommy said as he pulled you closer. Whilst he had the desire to be with you that night, he was still not well enough after his injury and felt as though he should give you time. You were inexperienced and this was new territory for you, possibly overwhelming. Just like this, you had awoken the soft and gentle side of Thomas Shelby and that, in itself, brought him out of his own comfort zone.

He did not know what to do or how to act. The only woman who had managed to do this to him after he’s fought in France was his late wife Grace and he was certain that he would never meet another woman like this again. A woman he would care for in the same way he cared for Grace. Having met you changed everything for him that night and he struggled with the idea to accept his fade, especially with a woman half his age and who was the daughter of the man who tried very hard to bring him down.

Thus, as you leaned your head against his chest carefully, making sure that you didn’t lean against his wound, he couldn’t help but stare at you and ponder about what had brought him to you. Perhaps it was meant to be.

‘What’s wrong Tommy?’ you asked as you began to notice his eyes being fixated on you as he ran one of his hands through your hair gently.

‘Nothing, just enjoying the moment’ he said.

‘Me too Tommy’ you responded before closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep.

Change of Heart

The next morning, when you woke up, Tommy was not by your side. His side of the bed was empty.

But, when you walked downstairs you could see him, sitting in the dining room area with a pen and paper.

You weren’t sure what he was writing and you weren’t sure how to approach him after last night.

You decided to go with a kiss and, just after you said good morning and leaned in to kiss him, Tommy pulled away.

That was unexpected and you looked at him, full of questions.

‘Last night was a mistake Y/N for which I apologise. I should not have been temped’ Tommy said.

‘A mistake? Right’ you said as you walked over to the kitchen bench to boil the kettle. Small tears were running down your eyes and you tried hard to hide them from Tommy.

You had begun to care for him and you most clearly were developing feelings for him.

‘Y/N?’ Tommy said as he noticed you being upset.

‘Tommy, please just give me some space alright’ you said as you walked into the studio with your cup of tea.

You were embarrassed and you felt weak. Yet you wanted to be strong.

Were you too naïve, failing for a man like him?

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