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[madame-wilsonn]

The Sweetest Escape

MASTERLIST

Summary: as you’re spending your night on a balcony, a certain someone keeps you company

A/N: helloooo i know i know i haven’t posted in a while but my darling friend @zablife hit 1k and organized a fantastic celebration so I had to participate!! this pretty short and not proofread but i really wanted to post it! I hope you enjoy!! 💗

Warnings: none i can think of

Word count: 640 words

The ballroom boomed with chatters and music, champagne spilling and golden hues dazzling the guests.

You watched them from afar, well hidden on the quiet balcony. It was a splendid night, stars shining bright above you, a light breeze caressing your cheeks. You wondered why everyone seemed so interested in the party inside. With the fakes laughters and gossips when the moon stood so graceful in the sky.

Shivers covered your naked shoulders but you welcomed the contrast of your warm skin with the ambient cold. You could’ve ran back inside but you knew your body would get used to it eventually.

You wouldn’t get used to the snakes lurking in the corners of the ballroom. You never really did.

“You’re going to catch a terrible cold, Miss Y/N” a deep voice tore you from your thoughts.

You turned around, facing your interlocutor.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Shelby. I’m tougher than I look like.”

A soft smile lightened his stern features and you observed him a little longer than necessary. He was a handsome man, rough on the edges but there was a gentleness about him...Something you couldn’t pinpoint. Maybe it was the freckles adorning his cheeks…Or maybe the shade of light blue, hiding behind the steel of his look.

But he was above all your father’s colleague. And twice your age.

The man grabbed his cigarette holder from the inside of his blazer then took it off to wrap it around your shoulders. It smelled like him. Tobacco and whiskey. Long sleepless nights and freedom.

“Mr. Shelby, you don’t have to—” he waved as if to say it was no problem.

A cigarette found its place between his lips and again, you found yourself staring at him, a pleasant warmth making its way to your cheeks.

Feeling your gaze on him, Thomas looked up, repressing the smirk forming on his lips. He nonchalantly handed you a cigarette as well, your manicured fingers grazing his rough hand.

You brought your face closer to him so he could light up the cigarette for you.

“Thank you, Mr. Shelby.”

“You can call me, Tommy, love,” he almost whispered and you felt your heart miss a beat.

“T-thank you, Tommy,” you nervously passed a hand in your hair, pretending to fix your pin.

“What are you doing here all by yourself, eh?” Tommy finally asked, blowing a cloud of smoke into the night. “D’you hate these parties as well?”

“Oh, but I like large parties,” Tommy raised his eyebrows, almost reminding you you had just ran out of said party. “They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy,” you shrugged, answering as if it was the most logical explanation in the world.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips and you swore you had never heard a sweetest sound. He didn’t seem like the man who laughed a lot. No, he looked like the kind of person who laughed only for people who deserved it. The kind of people who had such a precious laugh they couldn’t waste it on anyone.

“But you don’t like parties, Tommy?”

The way his name sounded, rolling on your tongue, Tommy almost asked you to say it again. Beg you to repeat his name over and over. No one had ever said it this way. So sweetly, so gently. As if it was the most beautiful thing in the world. As if it wouldn’t bring the devil to your front door.

“Is it because you can’t dance?” you asked playfully after a minute of silence.

Tommy scoffed. “I only dance with ladies who love parties to escape from them”

You chuckled, shaking your head. Feeling a sudden rush of confidence skipping through your veins, you closed the distance between you and whispered in his ear

“Well what do you say we escape from here…for real?”

[noforkingclue]

An Uninvited Guest

Written for @zablife 1K followers celebration! Congratulations and of course I had to write something. I was originally going to go with something angsty but quickly changed my mind.

Hope you like the fic :D

Prompt: “I wasn’t invited. I just came.”

Pairing: Alfie x reader x Tommy

Peaky Blinders tag list: @stylesofloki, @ohshititsfenharel, @lenaskyler02

Thomas Shelby tag list: @alreadybroken-ts, @darlingdevil, @lyrxbz, @watercolorskyy

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

You exhaled deeply as you heard shouts coming from outside the room. The party was in full swing so you weren’t surprised that no one else seemed to notice. You quietly slipped out of the room, missing the way Tommy’s eyes immediately locked onto you retreating figure.

“Is everything alright?” you asked the frazzled looking footman

“Miss l/n,” he said, trying his best not to sound too exhausted, “I was just explaining to this gentleman-“

“Y/n! Good to fucking see you!”

You couldn’t help but smile at Alfie’s voice. While Alfie was smiling at you, you could still hear the slightest hint of anger in his voice. Not directed at you, no, Alfie would never direct his anger at you. Probably because he wasn’t expecting any issue in getting into Tommy’s party.

“As I was explaining,” said the footman, “I asked this gentleman if he had an invite. I was informed that this was an invite only party.”

“Well,” you asked Alfie, already knowing the answer, “Do you have an invite?”

Alfie snorted and said,

“A fucking invite. I wasn’t invited. I just came. When I heard that Thomas Shelby was having a party in my fucking town of course I had to fucking come.”

You smiled and looked away from Alfie. You knew full well why he was here. The footman looked between you and Alfie, eyes narrowed and almost certain that he was missing something important.

“It’s ok,” you said eventually, “He can come in.”

“Mr Shelby said-“

“And this is my property,” you said, “I have just as much say about who I allow into my house as Thomas Shelby. More in fact.”

“Very well.”

You could tell the footman wasn’t happy and Alfie gave him a smug smirk as he pushed passed him. You gave Alfie a warning look which caused him to roll his eyes. Just as you were about to re-join the party Tommy stepped out. By now the footman had gone, leaving the three of you in an awkward silence. Tommy shut the door behind him, cutting off the sound of laughter and music.

“Alfie,” he said coldly, “Good to see you.”

“Thomas!” Alfie said loudly, “Good to see you! Guessing my invitation got lost in the post.”

“Must’ve been.”

“Postal service nowadays,” said Alfie, shaking his head, “Can’t fucking rely on them.”

“Of course.”

“Anyway, I’m fucking here now. How about a drink? Y/n, guessing you got the good shit.”

“As always.” You said

“Fucking great. Don’t worry though,” he gave you a wink, “Brought some of my own just in case. Thomas, always a fucking pleasure speaking to you.”

Alfie swung an arm around you shoulder and pushed his way into the party. Tommy closed his eyes as he heard Arthur shout in angry and Alfie’s joyful shouting. He had planned to use this party to get closer to you and not inviting Alfie was a deliberate act on his part.

Oh well, just because Alfie was here didn’t put a stop to Tommy’s plans. Eventually you were going to fall into his arms and then there would be nothing Alfie could do. The sound of breaking glass and Arthur’s shouting dragged Tommy back into reality. But firstly, he had to save yours and his party. He doubt that you would be very happy with him or his brothers if all of your glasses got smashed.

[runnning-outof-time]

To Forget the Pain | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: no - written for @zablife ‘s 1K follower celebration

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: During a party at Arrow House, Tommy finds a woman inside a room that nobody's allowed in.

Warnings: drinking, mentions of character death

Word Count: 935

A/N: this was such a fun little story to write. I love the prompts that you gave us to choose from, Lee…of course I had to choose the one that mentions a library. Congrats again on your amazing milestone…it’s so well deserved. Enjoy! :)

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future stories similar to this one!

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(Y/N)'s head was pounding from the amount of talking and the uptempo music. She had no idea why she was at this party. A friend had invited her; said Mr. Shelby, OBE always threw glamorous parties and that she had to come and see one. Now that she was here, all she wanted to do was leave.

After tipping back what was left of her champagne, she set the empty glass on one of the console tables and decided to wander around the mansion she'd found herself in. Her friend had run off the second they'd entered the home and she was now alone, so she figured she'd do some snooping.

Down one of the darker corridors, she found a room that was unlocked and decided to go into it. This was totally against home etiquette, and she knew that, but at the same time, she needed some peace and quiet. Once she was in the room, she found shelves upon shelves of books lining the walls. This house has its own bloody library, she thought to herself as she dropped down on one of the couches. She then flicked on the lamp on the side table next to her, appreciating how it gave the room a gentle glow.

Closing her eyes, she tipped her head back and let out a grateful sigh as the pounding in her head began to cease. Her peacefulness did not last very long, as a short time later, someone's footsteps were echoing down the corridor. She silently cursed herself for not shutting the door completely.

"What're you doing in here?" the booming voice made (Y/N) sit up in a shot, her eyes wide as they fell onto none other than Tommy Shelby, OBE...the man of the house and the host of the party.

"I've been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library," she answered sheepishly once her initial surprise subsided.

"You're not supposed to be in here," he answered her, holding his stony expression, "no one's allowed in here anymore."

"Why not use a beautiful room such as this?" (Y/N) pondered aloud without even realizing. Her eyes locked onto his then as realization struck her, "this was...this is your wife's library, wasn't it?" she asked then, her voice lowered like she was letting out a secret. She knew about the late Grace Shelby...knew of how she'd met her demise.

"Was," Tommy corrected her, a bit of a defeated look forming on his features.

"I'm sorry," (Y/N) apologized as a similar look crossed her face. "I know what it feels like...to lose the person you love," she added after a few beats' pause.

"Yeah?" Tommy asked her, his eyebrows raised slightly.

"Yeah," she affirmed, nodding her head as a frown formed on her face, "my husband passed a few months ago. We saw it coming, but yet it still hurt like hell."

"I'm sorry to hear that," he offered his words of sympathy.

"Don't," she brushed them off, "it helps to just...forget sometimes," she added with a sigh, "and the alcohol aids that...but then you get stretches like this, where you don't remember the last time you were sober."

"I've had a few of those," he admitted to her, his statement making her look in his direction with raised eyebrows. She was surprised that he'd admitted this to her.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Tommy nodded, "like you said, sometimes you just need it to help you forget."

"And sometimes it makes it worse," she added, a solemn tone in her voice, "but I've now learned other ways to get around the sadness...to turn my grief into something more pleasant to live with and forget the pain that I'm constantly living with."

"Yeah?" now Tommy was asking her to elaborate.

"Yeah," she mimicked his response before adding, "I tend to do things that are rather out of the ordinary; things that seem so outrageous that they really only allow me to think of them instead of the other things inside my head."

"And it helps?" he asked, seemingly intrigued by her way of coping with loss.

"It does…when I remember to do them," she answered as a smile formed on her face. "Now, I saw you have a lovely fountain at the front of your home, Mr. Shelby," she said as she stood from the couch to walk over to where he was.

"I do," he answered, his confusion now apparent

"Why don't we go swim in it?" she asked him, her eyebrows raised as she proposed a rather crazy idea...one that the alcohol surely helped her to make.

"What am I going to do with you, Ms. (Y/L/N)?" he asked her, his eyebrows now raised in intrigue as he looked her over. He did not expect this conversation to take the turn that it did, but he most certainly wasn't going to back out of it. This woman seemed to have something figured out, and, at this point, he was willing to try anything that may help him to get more than a few hours of sleep a night.

"Call me (Y/N) and you might just find out," she said with a grin and a wink as she slipped her hand into his. The expression on his face told her that he was impressed by what she was doing, and that, along with the champagne, gave her the confidence to lead him out of the library and towards the doors of the mansion.

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MASTERLIST

[look-at-the-soul]

Someone like you

Tommy Shelby one shot

Master list

I wrote this for @zablife 1K followers celebration congratulations dear Lee, for this accomplishment, each one of the beautiful pieces of art you write are incredible, there’s always a surprise you add that makes each story take an unexpected turn 🥰 so this is a bit darker than my usual writing in honor of the amazing twists you usually have in your stories💖

Also there was a post Lily made a while ago that I thought fit so well about Tommy and his relationship with his mother, but I couldn’t find it anymore… @springsteens

⚠️ Grief, reincarnation theme. Minors DNI.

I’ve always loved the idea of Tommy and his mum, there were a lot of things unsaid between them, he missed her a lot and called her during difficult times during the series.

Prompt: 14.) “Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”

Another sleepless night outside wasn’t something new for him. He had been going on like this for 157 nights since his wife passed away. But this time instead of staying by the fire, he started wandering further. With his mind full of the things that usually kept him busy, he didn’t even notice how far he had been riding until he reached the river. The sun was about to go up, so he decided to give his horse a break and let him rest for a while. Midnight was probably the only one who could understand his loneliness, horses aren’t so different to humans, their feelings are right there, you can see it in their eyes, so transparent.

As he was about to lit a cigarette, his eyes focused on something moving by the river, a figure he couldn’t place from the distance and the lack of light. Pulling out his gun, Tommy moved back the lock, ready to fire at any second, moving without making a sound like he learned the hard way back in France, all of his senses on alert.

Now that he was closer, he was able to see the delicate female figure before him, naked. His eyes roamed all over her body as she was cleaning her legs, gold bracelets moving up and down her left wrist as she moved her hands. Her ass sticking out in her bending position, he couldn't really see much, but his mouth went dry as he removed his peak cap from his head.

The woman then walked to the horse resting next to a tree, closer to him, he totally forgot to try to hide behind the bushes, he was completely drown to her, as if she had put a spell on him.

The horse covering her now, as the stranger flicked her dark locks back and it happened in a slow motion for him, as her curls bounced back away from her features, and he was able to see her face, he felt his blood running down from his body, dizziness swept over him.

It was as if he was watching his mother all over again; green wild eyes flashing at him, thick lashes, full lips, sharp cheekbones and a smile that had the power to have you on your fucking knees in a matter of seconds.

She wasn’t bothered at all by the fact that he had been watching her taking a bath in the river.

But the view didn’t last long, as she climbed on her white horse, still naked and started riding bareback away, in the distance, Tommy saw her covering her naked form as the horse slowed down, he was lost in thoughts but he could swear he also saw the woman looking over her shoulder back at him.

That morning he returned home with more than just his wife’s ghost in mind.

***

He knew most of the gypsies around, but he had never seen that woman.

The rest of the day, he couldn’t get her off his mind, her eyes were hunting him, every time he closed his eyes, he could see her again washing her body, her hands running up and down her legs.

“Johnny! Get the wagon ready.”

“Where are we up to, Tom?” Johnny asked, hands in hips and an insufferable smile on his face. “Eh?”

“Doesn’t matter Johnny.”

Maybe it was the opium, or the loneliness, he didn’t know anymore.

“Tommy you can’t keep going on like this.” Polly walked in as she heard the instructions her nephew just gave Johnny Dogs.

Hands lessening against his desk, head hanging down. If he was this quiet, then something must be wrong, she thought.

“I saw her... Pol.”

As Tommy looked at his aunt, she wasn’t able to name what she found in his eyes. Was it hurt? Pain? Regret?

“You need to let Grace rest in pea-”

“No, not Grace.” Tommy interrupter her, trying to put it into words. “I saw my Mum, but it wasn’t her.” It didn’t make sense now that he said it out loud.

A shiver ran down her spine, there was no reason for Tommy to lie about something like that. A gasp escaped her lips, and her right hand flew to the black Madonna around her neck.

Martha was back because she left a lot of things unfinished, she wouldn’t be able to rest until she was done, her spirit needed to come back in order to complete her purpose, she needed to pay for taking her own life at the canal all those years ago.

“She found you.” Was all she could come up with.

Tommy swallowed hard, he had a lot of things going on, things he couldn't put into words. Emotions right at the surface. Feelings he didn’t know how to deal with.

Then he remembered the old saying his mum used to say with the new season.

“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.” He murmured, closing his eyes.

Polly knew how Tommy’s mind worked, sometimes it was almost as if they were one mind divided in two bodies, sometimes they didn’t even need to say the words to know what the other one was thinking. This, was one of those moments.

“The caravan is ready, Tom.” Johnny informed him.

Without another word, he followed Johnny outside, still feeling uneasy of the physical resemblance between that woman and his mother.

Johnny asked a million questions, questions to which Tommy had no answers, luckily after a while, he decided to keep riding the caravan in silence.

What if his mother found a way back to him?

During the night, it was Tommy in charge of the riding, from the spot they were in the mountain, he could already see the gypsy camp.

But it was empty, only a couple of dogs and horses around the wagons.

“What happened?” Tommy’s eyes scanning the place, looking for a sign of where she might be.

“They’re at the fair.”

Tommy almost broke his neck from the hard snap he did to look at Johnny, his eyes close of popping out.

“Why did you wait until now to fucking tell me that?”

“Because you never asked me, Tom... how was supposed to know?”

Rolling his eyes and mentally counting to ten, he tried not to lose his temper; “just take me to the fucking fair.”

The daylight would be gone soon, in the distance, he could hear the noise coming from the fair, the coloured tents held the tradition carried by generation of gypsies, it had been years since he went to one.

Flags and ribbons with eye catching colors hang from one place to another, some gypsies offered food, live music, magic tricks, jewelry, handmade carpets, telling fortunes, reading hands, among other things.

“What are you looking for Tom?” Johnny asked, always impatient, always curious.

“Something, you wouldn’t understand.” He could feel his stomach in a tight knot.

“Yeah, of course... that’s nice, if you could share a bit more of this someth-”

Taking some money from his pocket, he handed it to Johnny. “Get a whore and stop bothering me.” Finally, he was quiet, allowing Tommy to move around.

He found some familiar faces, but not the only one he was looking for.

“Can I read your hand?” Offered a gypsy he was passing by.

“Another time.” He winked at her, his guard on alert as he saw her eyes moving close to his arm.

Turning his head around, he moved his arm quickly, just in time to catch the thief.

“Give my watch back, or you don’t get to see the stars tonight.”

But as the thief tried to break free from his hand, he found the face he was looking for.

Eyes locked in hers, finding a bit of himself in those deep emeralds green enough to make anyone jealous.

His mind went blank, unable to form any coherent thought.

“Leave the girl alone.” A firm voice called behind him, then a crooked hand put a tight grip on his arm.

Turning around, Tommy found Madame Boswell.

“She stole my watch.”

The gypsy took a deep breath, but kept her eyes on him. She only said things once.

“Please forgive me Madame.” The girl looked down, embarrassed.

Tommy helped her up, his hand on hers in a very gently touch.

“A gypsy never steals from a gypsy.” Madame Boswell shook her head.

The girl looked surprised at the man who was still holding her arm.

“I grew up in a caravan too.” Tommy explained in a kind voice.

Her eyes were fixed on his gold tooth.

“Can we have a word, please?”

Madame Boswell nodded and motioned Tommy to follow her.

A small hand offered his pocket watch back.

“Keep it love, if you ever get in trouble, just say the name on the back.”

Thick eyelashes hid her beautiful eyes as she turned the gold watch around. Tommy was fighting back the urge to hug her.

“Is she under your protection?”

“Why do you ask?” Madame Boswell studied him.

Tommy answered with another question. “Who is she?”

“Y/N appeared walking down the rainfall, where the river starts, she couldn’t remember her name or where she came from. She’s one of us now.”

Tommy’s breath got caught up in his throat, his chest with a strange tightening.

“Allow me to take care of her, I can give her things she will never have here.”

“No.” Madame Boswell’s lips were sealed in a tight line.

He knew what moved the woman.

“Let me protect her.” He pleaded again, placing in front of the gypsy a velvet sack filled with gold coins this time.

Her eyes finally sparkled, the hint of a smile showing up.

“She’s a wild thing you wouldn’t understand.”

“I will manage.” Tommy nodded his head and stepped out of the caravan.

Madame Boswell explained to Y/N that the Shelby family would take care of her from now, but she could still visit the vardo any time she wanted. She was wearing a beautiful dress in earth tones with embroidered flowers and beads.

Tommy waited a couple of steps away with his hands in his pockets, questioning himself if this was the right thing to do or not. But as he saw the girl running towards him, he couldn’t manage the way his heart started beating like a galloping horse.

When she wrapped her arms around him, he couldn’t even begin to understand the familiarity in her embrace, the way her body could fit his so well, the warmth he had been missing for so long.

“Mi-e dor de tine.” He couldn’t help himself or stop the words before they left his mouth. He truly missed her, every day of his life.

With a smile, she caressed his face just like his mother did when he was just a kid and then walked towards the white horse.

“Angel.” She added caressing the animal’s neck in a sweet voice while Tommy froze.

“What did you say?”

“His name is Angel.” The horse started to neigh. But before Tommy could say anything, Johnny Dogs started to curse behind him.

“How-?”

“Take the horse and be quiet.” Tommy warned him raising his eyebrows, Johnny was pale and speechless, which coming from him, was a lot.

Looking at the woman sleeping in his caravan, Tommy couldn't help but remember the way his mother used to make him clothes out of his father old clothes; worn out shirts and pants, yet she managed to make it look as if it was new. He used to wear the shoes that Arthur outgrew and he would pass his own to John as well.

Y/N’s features reminded him of the time when he found his mother sewing in the couch.

As he came from his room, Tommy found his mum was sound asleep, she just had Ada a couple of weeks ago and she didn’t own any clothes for a girl, so out of an old blouse, she was making a small dress for his sister, who was wriggling in the basket next to his mother, with her big blue eyes, he knew Ada would be a copy of his mother and himself.

Taking off his coat, he covered his mum’s body and moved back the curls from her face, then he took the baby in his arms and started to rock her little body whispering a romani song.

But his little bubble of peace ended when his drunk, lousy father smashed the door against the wall and Ada’s cries woke up his mother.

Blinking away the memories, he repeated the scene with the woman in front of him, covering with his coat; Y/N’s lips were parted, her features almost angelic, her rhythmic breathing making himself question a million things.

If his mother had this opportunity to reincarnate, he would do absolutely anything in his power to help her soul find the peace that she needed.

After several hours riding, they made it to Arrow house, trying to be gentle with her, Tommy caressed gently her shoulder. “Y/N, wake up, we arrived.”

Johnny looked over his shoulder, still in a shocked state to even say or ask anything.

“Mhhmm?”

“Home.” Tommy explained with a smile.

Smoothing her skirt, Y/N then adjusted the scarf over her head.

“Nais” She smiled at him. What was about him that it made her feel safe?

“Nais tuke.” He answered to thank her back.

But he wasn’t expecting all his family would be waiting for them, Polly must’ve spread the word.

Curious looks welcomed him as he came down from the caravan, handling Angel to Curly.

As he offered a hand to Y/N to help her step down from the caravan, gasps were heard and surprise was evident in their faces, only a few photographs of Martha were available, but they all knew what she looked like. Polly clasped a hand over her mouth, while Arthur stared to move his arms over his head, John blinked a couple of times as Ada couldn’t hold back the tears. Finn couldn't think of anything because he really didn't remember his mother.  

“Please step away, Y/N needs to rest.” Tommy tried to protect her, adjusting the coat over her shoulders.

“My God it’s her.” Someone whispered.

“I'll make some tea.” Polly offered too shocked to process anything.

“Frances, please make sure one of the rooms is available.” Tommy asked the maid, trying to walk between the human hall by the door.

“It’s a beautiful horse.” He heard his uncle talking behind his back.

As Y/N turned her head around, uncle Charlie went pale as a sheet and John had to hold him.

He wasn’t expecting a younger version of Martha showing up like that.

“You can meet everyone later, let me show you your room, hey.” Tommy wanted to say mum, but he cut himself up.

As Charlie crawled from the drawing room, he looked up and extending his arms to the stranger, he called; “Granny!”

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A/N: I got carried away and when I looked at the word count I doubled your limit Lee, sorry!

🔮 Reincarnation is something gypsies believe in, I just learned that, and well, they say we all have a double somewhere… remember your comments make my day, my week, my year… 🥰♥️

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Edit: according to google, the translations are:

Mi-e dor de tine- The equivalent to I miss you

Nais- Thank you

[solomons-finest-rum]

The job was simple enough; a get in, get the painting, get the fuck out type of situation. Preferably without alerting the Shelbys. You had a sneaky feeling they still held a grudge after the races. What you didn't expect, though, was running into your other gangster ex by the champagne tower.

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🖼 Steal a painting~"Tell the Lee girls I've counted!" Create or request a moodboard for your fave character at a soirée.

for my dear friend's 1k followers celebration @zablife 💗💗💗 What I imagined was you and Alfie during an art heist trying to out-heist each other, because what else is more Alfie than trying to con a con artist 💗

[evita-shelby]

For @zablife in honor of her 1k follower party.

Unfortunately I wrote angst, but its fluffy angst

The gif isn't Adrien Brody as Luca but i honestly love the Mr. Darcy vibe it has

Gif by @ainosgarden

Prompt 10 from the Gatsby prompts

Promise of Forever

“I feel a haunting loneliness sometimes.”

She looks beautiful lying down on an old picnic blanket under the shade of the trees.

Eyes closed, breathing slowly and oh so lonely.

“So, this is where you run off to, Evucca.” Luca comes and joins her on the blanket.

She reaches out to him and he interwove their fingers as they just laid there away from everyone.

His fiancé is prone to melancholy, especially when dates that remind her of her dead family come around.

This he had been told about when Patricio agreed to the marriage.

He hadn’t seen it until now.

“I feel a haunting loneliness sometimes.” She says as if she read his mind. “Some days I feel like I am all alone in the world, like the survivor of a great shipwreck stuck on a lifeboat drifting aimlessly in the ocean.”

He is not in love with her yet, but he knows it will happen.

How can he not love the woman whose sadness has him wanting to kiss her pain away.

“You aren’t alone anymore, you have me. You will always have me, Eva.” Luca sealed his promise of forever with a kiss to the hand he was holding.

[callsign-fangirl]

"I love her and that's the beginning and end of eveything"

-F. Scott Fitzgerald

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Ooh from the Drama prompts- Can I please have “I know you’re not talking to me…” with Thomas Shelby xx

Congratulations on your milestone !! X

Prompt-"I know you're not talking to me." w/ Tommy

"I want you out, Tommy!" you yelled at the top of your lungs. You couldn't help the way your body shook as you stood at the foot of your bed, throwing clothes at him. You could hardly look at him and just wanted him out of your flat as quickly as possible. He hadn't realized you watched him last night as he met Diana Mitford in secret. The site of it turned your stomach as you stood in the rain, feeling utterly betrayed.

He came home to you as promised, though it must have been close to dawn. That's when you'd finally succumbed to sleep, aided by the whisky Tommy kept in your kitchen cabinet.

"It's not what you think, love. We've been through this..." Tommy said, running his hands through his hair. His eyes looked more desperate than you'd ever seen them and you wondered if he was taking your threat seriously. The dark circles and his sunken features told you it was most probably the lack of sleep taking its toll though. His health had rapidly begun to deteriorate under the strain of his work with Mosley.

Despite a once thriving relationship and promises of marriage, Tommy was distracted these days with endless meetings, dinners and rallies. At first you told him you understood. In fact, it was moments like these that got you into trouble time and time again. You'd begin to pity him when he came home late looking exhausted and lonely. He'd offer a multitude of excuses for his neglect and you'd forgive him, but today you had to find the courage to change.

Clutching your shivering arms tightly against your body, you attempted to hide your anxiety and confront him. "I know because it's the same bloody speech you've given me since we met, Tom! Everything you do is for the good old cause and I'm not allowed to hear any of it. Now I know why. You didn't want me to find out you're fucking a nazi!" you spat at him. The words were uncharacteristically harsh for you and you broke down the moment the accusation left your lips, dropping onto the bed and hiding your head in your hands.

You felt the warmth of Tommy's bare chest press against your back soothingly and he hushed you, stroking along your shoulders gently. "When my work is done, I will tell you everything. For now, believe me that you're the only woman in my life. You are all I want." His breath fanned over your neck as he spoke and he ventured a tender kiss at the base of your skull to seal his promise. He reached a hand across the mattress to find yours and gave you a reassuring squeeze as he placed kisses down your neck and shoulder.

You felt your resolve slipping as he whispered to you about a ball being held the following week. He promised to show you off properly and dance with you to your heart's content. But only one question sat on the tip of your tongue as you turned to face him with a tear stained face. "Will Oswald Mosley and Diana Mitford be there?" you asked solemnly.

"No," Tommy stated emphatically. With his reassurance, you reluctantly agreed, hoping you could believe his work was only that. However, an ache twisted deep within your gut telling you this all felt far too familiar and you chided yourself for losing your nerve to have a proper conversation about your fears. You weren't sure how he always managed to seduce you back into his arms, but a part of you believed him when he spoke to you this way. Perhaps it's because you wanted to put your faith in him so badly.

When the evening of the ball finally arrived, you felt more confident in your place by Tommy's side. He hadn't had work commitments for three days beforehand and you'd spent time at Arrow House riding in the fresh air and enjoying each other's company. You felt the joy you'd experienced at the beginning of your relationship returning slowly and that made you hopeful.

As Tommy guided you inside the ballroom, you moved with him noting his good mood and you relaxed enough to excuse yourself for a glass of champagne. When you returned, he was nowhere to be found. You circled the dance floor and peered out onto the balcony, but he had disappeared from sight. Finally, you decided to take a stroll through the gardens and that's when you heard the frantic whispers of a couple in passionate argument. You stopped behind a hedgerow to listen, only moments later wishing you'd carried on walking.

"That was one night, Tommy. Why would she mind? A good fuck is how the upper class shake hands," the woman said raising her voice and adding a devilish giggle at the end. You felt your heart catch at her admission. Blinking back tears, you ducked your head to hide as the woman began to move from the shadows.

"Tomorrow evening, same time?" she asked, although it sounded more like a demand than a question. As she moved into a pool of light emanating from the ballroom above, your eyes widened in horror at the recognition. When you realized Diana Mitford stood before you, you shuttered involuntarily waiting for Tommy's reply.

He cleared his throat as Diana shot him a withering glare. "Yes, I'll be there," he choked out finally. You were unable to draw a breath, feeling your chest collapse in on itself as though you'd been stabbed in the heart. How could he do such a thing, you wondered?

Diana turned with a flourish, picking up the skirt of her expensive gown and sashayed triumphantly up the steps to the party. After she had gone, the spell was broken over your frozen form and you began running, only to trip on the stones in the path. Hearing the sudden commotion, Tommy came up behind you and you looked into his ashen face.

"My darling..." he said fumbling for words and reaching for you to help you up.

"I know you're not talking to me. I hope she was worth it, Tommy," you said as you jerked your arm out of his hand and walked away, leaving him alone with his regret.

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[evita-shelby]

Necromancy

Second gift for @zablife

Tw: alcoholism, drug addiction, cocaine and mentions of overdosing

This Eva Smith has been mysteriously widowed and struggles with alcoholism and this was inspired by how Brillaint Chang made his empire: seducing pretty girls and getting them addicted to cocaine

Gif by @kojiandrew

The women in his host’s family were off limits.

Patricio Riley’s warning echoed in his head as the undead Chinese businessman found the man’s mysteriously widowed niece at a speakeasy where he was conducting business.

He wants her, like all men do when they see her.

Eva means life, and who better to ruin life than the not-so dead Brilliant Chang.

Her laughter and charm hide her sadness too well, but he can see how she tries to cure her secret agony with bottles of alcohol.

“Funny isn’t it,” she gasps as he pushed her against the wall lets her believe he’s going to ravish her like she’s begging him to.

Brilliant wants her to be sober when he defiles her, to fuck her when she’s being the perfect lady everyone believes she is.

“You are dead only in name, and I am only alive in name.” She trailed her long red nails along his jaw.

Eva’s issues with alcohol are only whispers at the Riley house.

Brilliant knows the young woman has been shut up in the family wing until she is healthy enough to be in public.

“I see you are not as ill as your aunt said you were.” He turns on the light and tries not to chuckle when she hissed like a cat.

“I’ve been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.” She said holding his gaze as he took in the witch draped on the red couch.

She wears a lacy black nightgown that falls just above her knee, and that wicked smile tells him the witch knew he’d come here tonight.

“I suppose I should thank you for returning me to my family and apologize for ruining your coat.”

Eva Smith was supposed to be sober, but something had happened that made the dead girl he met two nights ago fall off the wagon.

He could’ve let her die in that place, let her kill herself like all the young ladies before her.

Brilliant Chang built his business by driving pretty girls like Eva to sin. Between the sex and the snow, he made them his puppets, but the witch didn’t like snow and it was her who had made the first move.

“You are a good kisser despite being dead inside.” He says and she turns to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

“For a dead man you were very alive then, Mr. Chang.” She stretched like a feline, giving the dead man a reason to come closer.

“Perhaps you are a necromancer as well, Miss. Smith.” The Dope King of London couldn’t help, but smile as he made his way to her.

“Please, call me, Eva.”

[zablife]

4.) “I wish we could just run away!” The Great Gatsby Prompt

How you doing today Lee and maybe I request either maybe Thomas Shelby or maybe Alfie Solomon’s for this prompt ideas?? Please and thank you and congrats on again your 1k followers that is super exciting ✨🙌🏼😍🤎 I hope your having a fun and celebrated day

Prompt-"I wish we could just run away!" w/ Alfie

“One more kiss, dove,” Alfie pleaded, pressing you against the rough bricks lining the dark alley. You giggled as you strained to reach his handsome face. He looped a strong arm around your waist to bring you closer to his waiting lips and you unconsciously moaned into him as his warm breath radiated over you in one final goodnight kiss. 

You weren’t sure how this kept happening, but Alfie always managed to coax a few more minutes from you before you scurried off home to your parents. It usually meant a scolding from your mother as dinner sat cooling on the table, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. A wonderful man loved you and you loved him in return. There was only one problem, your father would have locked you away in your room forever if he knew you were dating a member of the local Jewish gang much less the head of it.

Over the past few months your parents had encouraged you to consider proposals from several eligible bachelors, all of whom were upstanding members of the community. To their dismay, you had refused every one, finding some flaw that made each man unsuitable for your hand. However, you knew you couldn’t continue this charade forever. You would have to tell them about Alfie sooner rather than later. 

With a lightness to your step and stars in your eyes, you entered the dining room only to be met by an unpleasant sight. It seemed your parents had invited Leonard Roth, a brutish young man you had known since childhood, now a successful businessman. He was by far the wealthiest suitor you'd had, but his manners were sorely lacking. You'd spent several dates fighting with him even though you knew your mother would be appalled by your behavior. Although Alfie had thoroughly enjoyed your retelling of events and praised you for standing up for yourself.

You stopped short at the sight of Leonard, remembering how you'd refused his proposal six weeks ago. Arriving home in tears from your last date with him, you informed your parents he was condescending and arrogant. You intended to remind them of this fact, but before you could open your mouth, your father took an unusually harsh tone with you.

"Y/n, this foolishness of you refusing proposals has gone on long enough. Mr. Roth has been gracious enough to forgive your insults and is still willing to marry you. Your mother and I have accepted on your behalf," he said sharply and you knew he would not accept any arguments on the matter.

You stood before the table speechless, tears beginning to well in your eyes as you studied the smug grin on Leonard's face. "He's willing to forgive me?" you asked incredulously. Deciding you would never stand for this, you found the courage to run and you didn't look back, even as your mother called after you. You didn't stop running until you reached the distillery, hoping Alfie would still be there working.

"What the fuck is it now, Ollie?" he grumbled, before realizing you were the one standing before him. He paused for a moment, eyes scanning your tear stained face and heaving chest. "Pet, what's happened?" he asked, standing to slowly make his way to you. He ran a hand over your cheek and you swallowed the lump in your throat, as you searched his eyes.

"It's my parents. They're demanding I marry that awful Leonard Roth," you confessed.

Alfie's eyes darkened and his voice lowered as he replied, "That fuckin' cunt again."

A tear rolled down your cheek and Alfie wiped it away with the pad of his thumb. "Alfie, what am I going to do?" you sobbed into his shirt front.

He stroked your hair gently as he mumbled, "Well you ain't marrying Leonard fucking Roth, right? Cause you're my girl," he said, holding you firmly to his body. You breathed in the scent of him and it calmed you.

Running a hand along his broad back, you whispered, "I wish we could just run away."

Alfie pulled you away from him and looked into your eyes. "What did you say?" he asked with furrowed brow. You bit your lip wondering if you'd asked too much of him. Perhaps he wasn't as serious about you as you thought and you silently cursed yourself for outing your secret desire. However, you'd already said it and now all you could do was repeat yourself, hoping he felt the same.

"I said, I wish we could run away. I want to be with you, Alfie," you said in a loud, clear voice so he understood your intentions.

He broke into a grin and your heart felt as though it would burst as he replied, "Fuckin' hell, dove. Then let's do it. Marry me!"

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Written for my 1K celebration.

[zablife]

K, tysm for writing this for my celebration! It means the world to me that you would take the time to contribute something. I'm so glad you found the prompts inspiring. I love the Gatsby quote about the library as well. I found the dialogue between Tommy and the reader so interesting as they attempt to comfort one another and fail. First with her complimenting his late wife's library. Then as Tommy tries to offer the usual condolences, which backfires when she tells him not to. It's her moment of pure honesty that engages Tommy in the end. I imagine him being more than somewhat disbelieving as she describes her unusual coping strategy, however I think he'd be willing to try anything if it meant a moment of happiness, no matter how fleeting. On a lighter note, imagine Tommy swimming in his own fountain in a tuxedo!! I adore it!

To Forget the Pain | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: no - written for @zablife ‘s 1K follower celebration

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: During a party at Arrow House, Tommy finds a woman inside a room that nobody's allowed in.

Warnings: drinking, mentions of character death

Word Count: 935

A/N: this was such a fun little story to write. I love the prompts that you gave us to choose from, Lee…of course I had to choose the one that mentions a library. Congrats again on your amazing milestone…it’s so well deserved. Enjoy! :)

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future stories similar to this one!

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(Y/N)'s head was pounding from the amount of talking and the uptempo music. She had no idea why she was at this party. A friend had invited her; said Mr. Shelby, OBE always threw glamorous parties and that she had to come and see one. Now that she was here, all she wanted to do was leave.

After tipping back what was left of her champagne, she set the empty glass on one of the console tables and decided to wander around the mansion she'd found herself in. Her friend had run off the second they'd entered the home and she was now alone, so she figured she'd do some snooping.

Down one of the darker corridors, she found a room that was unlocked and decided to go into it. This was totally against home etiquette, and she knew that, but at the same time, she needed some peace and quiet. Once she was in the room, she found shelves upon shelves of books lining the walls. This house has its own bloody library, she thought to herself as she dropped down on one of the couches. She then flicked on the lamp on the side table next to her, appreciating how it gave the room a gentle glow.

Closing her eyes, she tipped her head back and let out a grateful sigh as the pounding in her head began to cease. Her peacefulness did not last very long, as a short time later, someone's footsteps were echoing down the corridor. She silently cursed herself for not shutting the door completely.

"What're you doing in here?" the booming voice made (Y/N) sit up in a shot, her eyes wide as they fell onto none other than Tommy Shelby, OBE...the man of the house and the host of the party.

"I've been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library," she answered sheepishly once her initial surprise subsided.

"You're not supposed to be in here," he answered her, holding his stony expression, "no one's allowed in here anymore."

"Why not use a beautiful room such as this?" (Y/N) pondered aloud without even realizing. Her eyes locked onto his then as realization struck her, "this was...this is your wife's library, wasn't it?" she asked then, her voice lowered like she was letting out a secret. She knew about the late Grace Shelby...knew of how she'd met her demise.

"Was," Tommy corrected her, a bit of a defeated look forming on his features.

"I'm sorry," (Y/N) apologized as a similar look crossed her face. "I know what it feels like...to lose the person you love," she added after a few beats' pause.

"Yeah?" Tommy asked her, his eyebrows raised slightly.

"Yeah," she affirmed, nodding her head as a frown formed on her face, "my husband passed a few months ago. We saw it coming, but yet it still hurt like hell."

"I'm sorry to hear that," he offered his words of sympathy.

"Don't," she brushed them off, "it helps to just...forget sometimes," she added with a sigh, "and the alcohol aids that...but then you get stretches like this, where you don't remember the last time you were sober."

"I've had a few of those," he admitted to her, his statement making her look in his direction with raised eyebrows. She was surprised that he'd admitted this to her.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Tommy nodded, "like you said, sometimes you just need it to help you forget."

"And sometimes it makes it worse," she added, a solemn tone in her voice, "but I've now learned other ways to get around the sadness...to turn my grief into something more pleasant to live with and forget the pain that I'm constantly living with."

"Yeah?" now Tommy was asking her to elaborate.

"Yeah," she mimicked his response before adding, "I tend to do things that are rather out of the ordinary; things that seem so outrageous that they really only allow me to think of them instead of the other things inside my head."

"And it helps?" he asked, seemingly intrigued by her way of coping with loss.

"It does…when I remember to do them," she answered as a smile formed on her face. "Now, I saw you have a lovely fountain at the front of your home, Mr. Shelby," she said as she stood from the couch to walk over to where he was.

"I do," he answered, his confusion now apparent

"Why don't we go swim in it?" she asked him, her eyebrows raised as she proposed a rather crazy idea...one that the alcohol surely helped her to make.

"What am I going to do with you, Ms. (Y/L/N)?" he asked her, his eyebrows now raised in intrigue as he looked her over. He did not expect this conversation to take the turn that it did, but he most certainly wasn't going to back out of it. This woman seemed to have something figured out, and, at this point, he was willing to try anything that may help him to get more than a few hours of sleep a night.

"Call me (Y/N) and you might just find out," she said with a grin and a wink as she slipped her hand into his. The expression on his face told her that he was impressed by what she was doing, and that, along with the champagne, gave her the confidence to lead him out of the library and towards the doors of the mansion.

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[zablife]

[Slowly working my way through your celebration until I get kicked out 😈 ]

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Prompt-"I'm not even sorry." w/ Tommy

Saying goodnight to Ada, you wrapped your coat around your shoulders and congratulated her on a lovely housewarming party. “If you happen to find your brother, please tell him I’ve left and I’ll ring in the morning,” you said politely. Although you made it sound like a pleasant social call, it would be nothing of the sort. You intended on scolding him for the jealous behavior he exhibited in front of Ada’s other guests. You cared deeply for Tommy, but he was becoming far too possessive and you intended on telling him so.

As Ada waved goodbye from the front steps, your chauffeur shuffled toward you quickly.  He had a panic stricken look on his face as he approached. “Miss Y/l/n, there’s a nail in the rear tire of the Bentley and all the garages are closed,” he said gesturing wildly toward the car. 

“I see. Well, back to Mrs. Thorne’s then I suppose,” you sighed and wearily trudged up the steps. Ada chuckled at your swift return, but kindly offered you a room for the evening. As she prepared to retire to her bedroom, she informed you Tommy was also staying the night. Then she pointed down the hall advising you he was still awake, enjoying a nightcap in the study. “Didn’t you say you wanted to speak with him?” she asked. 

You thanked her and waited for her to disappear around the corner before turning on your heel to find Tommy. You knew you'd be left tossing and turning in bed if you didn't speak with him tonight. Your heels clicked anxiously against the polished floors as you made your way down the first floor hallway, thinking of how you would begin.

Opening the door to the study slowly, you found Tommy leaning against a bookshelf smoking.  He looked up at you with a smirk as though he were expecting you.  You stopped directly in front of him and tapped your foot, “I can’t believe you have the audacity to smile at me after the performance you gave tonight.”

“I did you a favor, love. Have you any idea how many of those men are fucking communists?,” he asked with a raised eyebrow. 

You rolled your eyes at him. “Tommy, that’s not the point. I don’t have to agree with their politics. I’m allowed to talk to other men!”

“Certainly looked as though you wanted to do more than that,” Tommy retorted. You stepped forward and slapped him hard enough to turn his head. He froze for a moment before placing a hand to his rugged jawline.

“Tommy this has got to stop! I like you, but you’re ruining any chance of us being together when you act this way,” you warned him, pacing the floor.

He stiffened slightly as you moved away, then tried to regain the upper hand with his nonchalance. He plucked the cigarette from his lips and wafted smoke from his mouth before inhaling it again through his nose. He stared at you with those piercing blue eyes and proclaimed, “I think you like this little game. Still here, aren’t you?”

“Because I’m stranded with nowhere else to go! There’s a nail in my tire,” you explained feeling flustered.  

He considered the cigarette between his fingers with a sly grin. Catching his amused expression you closed in on him again, pointing a finger in his face as you hissed, “Did you have something to do with this?”

His eyes glinted with more than a hint of mischief as he admitted, “I’m not even sorry.”

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Written for my 1K celebration.

[zablife]

Isabella, I'm honored you contributed to my 1K celebration with this amazing fic and gorgeous moodboard!!! The prompt you chose is perfect for a mysterious Changretta sister. I love how bold she is crashing Tommy's party and dancing with a blinder, then demanding to stay the night with him! It's obvious that she likes to live dangerously. Now you've got me wondering about her backstory with Tommy and their first meeting, possible trysts, etc. This is just too delicious!! Tysm for this gift. You're the best! I couldn't ask for a more lovely, supportive moot 💞

Champagne and Strangers

summary: Y/N crashes Tommy's party in Arrow House for his despair.

pairing: Tommy Shelby x Changretta! Reader

warnings: none, just a crazy girl and some mentions of alcohol. The story is still +18 MINORS DNI

word count: 897

A/N: I've noticed a few days ago that i didn't contribute to @zablife 1K Celebration 😰 She reached the milestone over 3 months ago and my dumbass slept on it 😫 So, i'm here (late as fuck) remeding myself! Lee, i hope you can forgive me and please enjoy this silly little story 😚 I choose the prompt: "You see, i usually find myself amongst strangers".

“Tommy, do you know who that girl is?” Grace inquired her husband after the man he was talking to withdrew himself.

“Which girl?” Tommy asked, looking down from the balcony.

The question didn’t need a reply because his eyes caught Y/N swinging in the arms of a low rank peaky boy.

“Her face is not familiar to me.” Grace added, but he could barely hear her.

A stinging buzz clogged his ears, destabilizing him, to the point where he had to grab the balcony’s rails so he wouldn’t fall.

That girl was seeking to kill them all.

“No one. She’s no one.” Tommy finally answered his wife’s query. “Excuse me, love.” He declared, brushing his knuckles in her cheek face briefly, to then turn around and descend the stairs.

When he set foot on the first floor though, there was no sign of Y/N or the sparkly dress she was wearing. He rolled his eyes, fearing that it would be a long night but gazing through the room he spotted the boy she was dancing with in a far corner. Tommy strode in his direction and didn’t waste time with meanders:

“Where is she?”

The boy seemed to be lost somewhere inside his own head, a glass of champagne dangled dangerously from his fingers threatening to drop at any minute.

“Uh?” He turned, confusion displayed in his features, but it didn’t take long for him to recognize who was by his side.

“Mr. Shelby.” He said, nearly quivering.

“Where is she? The girl you were dancing with.” Tommy asked through gritted teeth, on the brink of losing his temper.

“She said she needed some air and went to the gardens, I think.” The boy replied, still fearing a reprimand.

“Go fetch Arthur and ask him why he let a Changretta enter the house.” Tommy commanded and left, missing as the reality of his words dawned on the boy and created a scared expression on his face.

He wanted to run and cut the several minutes it would take for him to reach outside but that would raise suspicion. He had to act like a poised host and not the manic gangster, otherwise he would scare potential business partners and make a fool of his wife. The adrenaline in his veins did help him fasten his pace though, decreasing the distance and he found himself turning to the left, where a cold air hit his face and the nauseating smell of roses invaded his nostrils.

The place wasn’t empty. A few astray souls found themselves scattered in the benches or stood up analysing the flowers. Most of them were more of the peaky boys that were, seemingly, looking to impress the posh girls in their company.

Tommy passed through all of them, not caring for their avoiding gazes and the ramblings of how sorry they were for not being on duty.

He went further and further down the path, only to be met with silence and no Y/N.

If she pulled some stunt that night, things could get really ugly. He was ready for war; he did encouraged John to teach the Changrettas a lesson after the disrespect they’ve shown. But that wasn’t the time for it and Arrow House wasn’t the place.

He spined, adamant to search her in another place, when a pair of arms pulled him to an alcove.

“You should paint the roses red” A sweet and soft voice asked, a bit out of breath.

The moonlight wasn’t shed on her face, but he didn’t need it to identify who it was.

“You shouldn’t be here.” He growled sharply.

“Well, that’s not true because you see, i usually found myself amongst strangers.”

God, he had forgotten how fucking insane she was. Rarely anything that made sense left her lips.

“Go home to your parents and don’t tell anyone you were here.” He said, a bit more patient this time, fearing that the hard approach would scare her and lead her to do something they both would regret.

“Shh.” She hushed, putting a finger on his lips to shut him.

A silence followed but it was short lived since the distance sound of skins clashing reached both of their ears.

“Is that how you like, huh?” Arthur asked, his raspy voice laced with alcohol. The woman he was currently pounding only replied with a moan.

“Jesus Christ.” Tommy muttered to himself, unsurprised with his brother’s lack of commitment in guarding the party.

Y/N giggled, amused out of all the things she should be, and the sound was somehow similar to soap bubbles popping. She then leaned and pecked him on the lips, smelling and tasting of champagne and strawberries.

He pushed her away, not as fast as he should have.

“Please, let me stay here for tonight. I don’t want to go home.” She whispered.

“No.”

“Please.” She repeated her plea, hugging him tight.

 Tommy knew that he shouldn’t underestimate her. Not with the powerful surname she carried. But he felt the warmth radiating from her, and the vulnerability of the words weren’t lost to him. So, in a miracle, he softened and allowed her to stay.

Dawn was not even set when he went to the room he placed her just a few hours prior, but when he opened the door. the place was empty, as if nobody had inhabited it for years.

A/N: Tell me what you think of the story, folks! Anon asks are more than welcome ☺

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Thomas Shelby :)

When Tommy guides you on top of him the pressure of his hands tell you all you need to know about the mood he's in. It's a secret code you've perfected after years together. If he digs his nails into the flesh of your hips and jerks you along his cock, he's in control. He'll sit up and drive up into you with reckless abandon, clawing at your back and sucking your neck as you scream. But on those rare occasions his hands circle your wrists lightly and his ocean blue eyes look up at you with pleading insistence, you know he needs you to take care of him. You place your hands around his neck and squeeze as he closes his eyes in relief. The fuzzy feeling will help him shut off his mind and soon after his release, you'll place kisses to his face as he floats back down to you with whispers of thanks and quiet words of devotion.

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[zablife]

Hi! Congratulations again on this amazing milestone! ✨✨

May I request a 🍾 with the prompt “I forgive, but I don’t forget.” + Alfie (of course 🙈♥️) but please, there's no rush, take your time if you need it!. I'm @raincoffeeandfandoms (side-blog problems. I can't send ask directly with that blog 😔) thanks in advance! ♥️

Prompt-"I forgive, but I don't forget." w/ Alfie

You walked behind your uncle through the darkened distillery, holding a small Italian flag. The fabric wavered in the breeze, but also from the slight tremble in your hand. You weren't altogether sure an agreement could be reached with the mad baker. Your uncle had warned you he could be unpredictable. You took a deep breath as the large doors in front of you opened and the man in question came lumbering toward you, holding out a basket of freshly baked bread. He was ruggedly handsome and you couldn't help but stare as he crossed to greet your family.

"What's he doing?" you whispered to your cousin, mesmerized by the man in the dark clothing and shiny jewelry, crown tattoos decorating his large hands.

"Don't worry, it means peace. He forgives us," he said with a confident nod of his head.

You let out a sigh of relief, hoping he was right and listened carefully to the exchange between the two leaders. It all seemed to be going well, but you still had the meal to enjoy. Enjoy might be a strong word, as your uncle was never one to hold his tongue and could easily ruin this goodwill with a well-placed barb.

You tried to dismiss the thought as you took your place at the long table in front of you, chair legs screeching against the concrete floor like a warning. The men standing guard around you unsettled you, but you reminded yourself that it was in Mr. Solomon's best interest to listen to your uncle's proposal.

As the dinner progressed, you relaxed. No one had spoken unkindly and your uncle had even apologized for his withering remarks about Jews. Negotiations to unite against the Shelby family were well underway when you excused yourself to find the lavatory.

Your uncle had asked you to do so as an excuse to search Mr. Solomon's office, knowing he would never suspect a shy thing like you capable of such a thing. To your delight, the office was open and you managed to read through several important documents before escaping back down the stairs toward the room where the dinner was being held.

As you negotiated your way back through the damp and darkened corridors of the rum house, someone appeared before you in the shadows and you gasped suddenly at the surprise.

"Find what you were looking for, pet?" a familiar voice rumbled. You gulped harshly, thinking of an excuse he might believe.

"I was only trying to find my way back to the table, Mr. Solomons. Your warehouse is rather confusing," you demurred.

"Is that so?" he said stroking his beard and entering a pool of light to study you. You nodded hastily hoping he would allow you to rejoin your family. However, you couldn't tell from his expression if he had bought your lie.

Placing a heavy, ringed hand on your shoulder he leaned forward and you felt his beard tickle your cheek as he whispered in your ear. "I don't trust you fucking wops. I forgive, but I don't forget."

Your pulse quickened under his touch as you assured him, "You can trust me, I swear it." In order to further distract him, you turned your head and captured him in a searing kiss, running a hand through his hair. He grasped your wrist tightly and for a moment you thought he might haul you back to you uncle and declare he'd found you snooping, thus inciting a new gang war. However, you were delighted to learn that wasn't his intention at all. He only pulled you closer, slamming you into a nearby wall, pushing the breath from your lungs further as he lifted you off the ground and wrapped your legs around his waist, shoving his tongue into your mouth greedily.

You pulled away for a moment to look into his hungry eyes, dragging a finger down the side of his face seductively and asked, "Perhaps I could help you forget?"

He smirked at you as he pushed the hair from your face. "Forget what?" he asked playfully and you knew your mission was a success.