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padfootdaredmetoo · 8 months

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Romance, fluff, hurt/comfort, and the occasional heartbreak.

Peaky Blinders, Sherlock, Tangerine, Wade Wilson, Peter Parker, Marauders

Peaky Blinders

Kidnapped - Tommy Shelby X Reader - Pt. 2

Reader gets taken and Tommy does everything he can to get her back - kidnapping, torture / hurt /comfort confession of feelings

Arthur Shelby X OC Joey Request - Catching feelings / hurt / comfort

Falling Hard - Tommy Shelby X Pregnant Reader

She falls off the horse - Rated G, Cute fluffiness, Worried Tommy

Meet Cute - Tommy Shelby X Reader

Proper courting, Rated G, Tommy falls for reader at a party

Domestic - Tommy Shelby X Wife Reader

Cooking, Baking, Slight hurt comfort, Tommy being a good dad, kids being little, just lots of fluffy goodness

Self-Defense - Tommy Shelby X Reader

He defends her but she can defend herself - Teen for violence Hurt / Comfort

Girls Outing - Tommy X Wife Reader

Attempted Murder, mild description of attempted sexual assault, Murder, Tommy Comforts reader, Hurt / Comfort

Time Travel - Tommy Shelby x X-Men Reader

Rated Teen for extreme heart break, time travel, romance, X-Men themes

The One That Got Away - Tommy Shelby X Reader

Hurt and pain. Charlie gets kidnapped and Reader has to make a difficult choice

Campbell - Tommy X Reader Wife - Pt 2.

She’s beaten by Campbell and eventually talks - Mature content - Reader is beaten badly and miscarries. Tommy comforts her.

Stay Home - Tommy X Wife Reader

He doesn’t want her to work while pregnant.

Heart Broken - Tommy Shelby X Reader

You just got broken up with - Fluff, Comfort Tommy

First Wizarding War - Tommy Shelby X Reader (HP crossover)

Reader gets attacked, falling in love, pre war, then post war follow up

Protecting What's His - Tommy Shelby X Pregnant Wife Reader

When someone breaks into the house Tommy has to protect what’s his - violence, shock / panic is described. Fluff at the end & kissing

Scarlet Witch - Tommy X Magic Reader

She has kept her powers hidden but Tommy and the family find out! Reader saves the day with her magical abilities.

Sold Down the River - Tommy Shelby X Reader

Reader gets sold to Tommy Shelby by her fiancé. Her and her baby have to adjust to arrow house

Animal Shelter - Tommy Shelby X Reader -- Pt.2

When Tommy gets Charlie a dog from the pound he doesn’t expect to take the bubbly worker home as well.

The One That Almost Got Away - Tommy Shelby X Reader

Tommy and the reader play hard to get until Polly puts and end to things. Drama, trust issues, happy ending, Polly to the rescue.

The Doctor - Shelby Sister X Alfie Solomons

he reader is underappreciated so she leaves and begins her own life. After becoming a doctor she falls back to her family and finds out that not all things are lost. Mending her heart she also finds her way back to a long lost love…..

Kisses - Finn Shelby X Reader

The one where the reader ends up with a marked up neck, the family is determined to find the culprit only to find out it was one of their own.

The Witch - Tommy Shelby X Reader

The reader is a witch who can tell the future but she definitely did not see him coming.

Childhood Bestie - Tommy Shelby X Reader

Even though he married Grace true love never dies - even when you almost do

Mean Boyfriend - Finn Shelby X Orphaned Reader

The Reader happens to have a mean boyfriend. Good thing the Shelby’s have a strict *no mean boyfriends allowed* rule at the garrison.

The Smallest Blinder - Tommy Shelby X Reader

The boys hate having to watch over her, but more often than not she’s the one that saves the day

Quiet Working Girl - Tommy Shelby X Reader

Reader is hired on to work at the Garrison, and Tommy takes an interest in her. When things start to fall apart, she’s the first person he suspects. He makes a right mess of things again, but this time he’s not so sure if he can fix it.

Cold - Tommy Shelby x Reader

Head cannons about a woman who never smiles and how the Shelby family would interact with her.

Ambition - Tommy Shelby X Reader

The reader always wanted a big life and so did Tommy. Promises were made and the reader comes to cash in

Sickness - Tommy Shelby X Lizzie Shelby

Lizzie makes a difficult decision to hide her diagnosis from Tommy. She goes off on her own much like he does, when word reaches him of Lizzie’s illness he has to find a way to make peace with her before it’s too late.

Spellbound - Marauders Reader X Tommy Shelby - Series

The reader leaves the magical world - not knowing what else to do she sees an advert for a bartender. Having worked at Three Broom Sticks she figured it couldn’t be that different. Falling for her boss and getting sucked into the complicated crime underworld of Birmingham was not a part of her plan

I Can Fight - John Shelby X Reader

Having been in a toxic relationship she learns what it means to be with John Shelby.

Languages Expert - Tommy Shelby X Reader

The boys assume Tommy only keeps the reader around because she’s pretty to look at. when a deal starts to go sideways they quickly learn the importance of having a language expert

Lunch Dates - Tommy Shelby X Reader

with limited time and lots of stress you decide to take a breath and get some lunch with your husband.

Rejected - Tommy Shelby X Reader

The reader isn’t interested in what Tommy has going on

The Kindest Blinder - Tommy Shelby X Reader Wife

Tommy’s wife isn’t what people expect. Her soft kindness is visible to anyone that see’s her. She’d do anything for her family, but when she’s pushed to the limit a different side of her shows.

Grace - Tommy Shelby x Reader

When she showed up to reclaim the love of her life, she wasn’t expecting you to be there.

Pregnant? - Tommy X Reader

The reader doesn’t realize she’s pregnant and a big surprise awaits the family

Mr. Brightside - Tommy X Reader

Tommy realizes his feelings for you, too bad he’s too late and you’ve already found a guy.

Bad Habits - Tommy Shelby X Lizzie Shelby

Tommy struggles with his drinking thankfully Lizzie is always around to help.

The Mark of a Kiss - Sherlock's Sister X Tommy Shelby

Sherlock's other sister solves a mystery involving the notorious Tommy Shelby

Come on Barbie - Tommy Shelby x Reader

Thomas sits back and wonders how his girl manages her crazy lifestyle.

I've Got My Eye on You - Tommy Shelby X Reader

A traumatic event has left the reader with one eye and an emotionless appearance. Captivated by her beauty and voice Tommy tries to get to know her better

Sherlock - Enola Holmes

The Mystery of the Shelby Sister - Sherlock X Peaky Sister Reader

Sherlock tries his best to ignore his neighbor but when Enola gets attached it becomes increasingly difficult. Extras - Big Kiss

Tangerine - Bullet Train

Angst - Tan X Reader

Things go from bad to worse leaving you two very far apart…

Geralt of Rivia

Surprises - Geralt X Reader

Geralt of Riva finds out you are pregnant with his baby

Wade Wilson & Peter Parker

Tired - Hurt & Comfort

Trusted - Hurt & Comfort / Seeing his face for the first time

No Powers - SpideyPool

The Amazing Panic Attack - SpideyPool

Peter has a panic attack after saving someone that looks like Gwen. After being MIA Wade comes to find him, and after a whole lot of comfort, their relationship takes a new direction.

Marauders

Head Cannons

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dearshelby · 9 months

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All I can give you (not what you asked for) | T.S

Summary: After being beaten up by Sabini's men, Tommy sneaks out of the hospital to go to London. After coming back home, he has to face his wife, who isn't happy in the slightest

A/N: "Stop writing little snippets your OC as reader inserts, Lora" no <3 I wanted to write something domestic, but at the same time something that showed what being with Tommy is really like + playing around with his trauma and the lack of understanding in the 1920s, I hope I managed to do that. Also, the song mentioned is by American quartet if you want to listen, it surprisingly fits the PB universe. That's it, hope you like it!

She's been visiting him every single day ever since. Bringing soup, cigarettes and books, everything so he wouldn't get bored, everything so he'd heal faster.

The night the phone rang, telling the news Tommy was beat up by Sabini's men, her world nearly crashed. Her lips dried, vision blurry as she sat on the cold floor, keeping herself from passing out. Her Tommy could've died, he would have if Inspector Campbell didn't have plans for him.

Guilt weighted on her shoulders when she saw him lying on the hospital's bed, injured and weak. At the same time she was relieved and pressed small kisses on his forehead, inhaling his scent and avoiding his cut lips. It wasn't then they'd take him from her.

"I'll come back tomorrow," she always said, trusting he'd be there, that he'd be back home soon.

Except that one certain morning he wasn't, Tommy's absence caught everyone by surprise, absolutely no one knew how a limping, beaten up man managed to sneak out of the hospital and in that distressing moment, her world nearly crashed again.

She ran back home, reaching for the phone to call Polly, Arthur, John, Lizzie, anyone Tommy could've gone to, none of them knew anything. However, in a matter of minutes, the phone rang back, Uncle Charlie's voice on the other side, "Tommy went to London, Camden town, he asked me to tell ya', he'll call when he get there,"

Her tense shoulders dropped, eyes burning with tears, a brief thank you was all she muttered before putting the phone down. Running hands through her hair, she breathed slowly in a failing attempt to calm down.

Somewhere in Camden, Tommy wandered around covered in bruises, perhaps unarmed and what for? What could be so fucking important he had to risk his life for?

Without option, she waited for his call, her heart beat stronger to the sound of his voice, he was fine and by then, it was all that mattered, she'd release her frustration once he was home, safe and sound.

More four, long days went by until his return, their daughter greeted him first, lifting her tiny arms with the demand of being picked up, which Tommy happily did.

When the two pairs of blue eyes looked at her combined with small smiles, she could swear her stomach swirled. A week and a half ago she thought she'd never see that scene again, perhaps it was the inconsistency that always got her so bad, that spun her world and brought bile to her throat, how life could change from a second to another, completely out of her control.

"What about you, eh?" Tommy drawled before her lack of reaction, "C'here."

Slowly, she joined the embrace, one arm around her daughter and the other around him. They were all she had, even if in theory she still had a mother and would never be helpless, they were the only people who truly mattered.

Tommy squeezed her shoulder in a soothing manner, the sigh leaving his lungs revealed how tired he truly was even if he didn't want to show in front of his child. He needed a bath, a decent meal and a good night of sleep.

Then night fell on, the house was silent except for the gramophone playing Moonlight Bay in low tone. Woodbine, a big gray cat, napped on the carpet, every now and then waking up to lick himself.

Once the baby - not actually a baby, already a two year old - fell asleep, Tommy walked back downstairs. He insisted on being the one to tuck her in, having missed her dearly in the weeks he spent between the hospital and London.

He found his wife sitting by the window with a cigarette hanging from her lips, an empty bow on her lap made him guess she only had a quick snack instead of proper dinner. Her hair fell on her shoulders, hiding the lace of her white nightgown.

"C'here, you," she weakly smiled, noticing his presence.

Walking to her, Tommy felt himself melting at her tender kiss, the cut on his lips wasn't fully healed yet, but he couldn't hold himself back from wanting more.

"No, Tommy," she faced the other way at his attempt to cup her cheeks, "I'm not exactly happy with you,"

"I know," he sighed, sitting on the armchair across hers, "that's why I got you this,"

Without taking his eyes off her, he took a small velvet box from his trousers pocket, the material alone told how expensive it must've been. Tommy opened it, showing a delicate ring adorned with a green stone.

"White gold and emerald," he explained, "saw it in a showcase, thought you'd like it,"

"You shouldn't waste money on jewelry, at least not for now, while the expansion isn't settled," she stared at the ring with a pout.

"It's not a waste if it's for you,"

"You only bought it because you thought it'd make me less mad at you," she accused, adopting a serious tone.

"...yeah," he admitted with a small smile, not catching up with her posture.

"Tommy, listen to me," taking the small box from his hands, she closed it and put it aside, "do you know how much I worried about you?"

Realizing what they were about to get into, he gulped, he knew leaving the hospital without telling her would have consequences, but he also knew she'd never allow his travel to London. He had no other option, she had to understand.

"Yeah, I do," he answered.

"And did you think some fucking ring would make me feel better?"

Tommy looked away from her, jaw clenching. She knew that face very well, it was a common occurrence after he came back from France, his eyes got empty, incredibly sad, then empty again. As if he momentarily stepped away from there, running away without actually moving a muscle.

"Well, this-" he negatively nodded, looking back at her, "this is all I can give you,"

"No, it isn't! What is it that you gave me?!" she argued, eyes widening in indignation, "Why do you always remove yourself? Isn't this our house? Our family? Our life?!"

He blinked, shallowing the dryness in his throat, "It is, love, it is, and I wouldn't have it if it wasn't for you,"

Rubbing her eyes, she sighed. She hated when Tommy behaved like a provider, as if he wasn't an actual part of her life and his presence didn't truly matter. That wasn't what she wanted from him.

"Well, I never asked for any of it," she blankly stated.

He didn't answer, looking down from her attentive stare.

"Do you even remember the only thing I ever asked for?" she questioned.

"Remind me,"

"You," she drawled, "I wanted to be with you, I asked to be, you agreed, so don't come at me with a stupid ring hoping it'll make forget the fact you could've died,"

"...perhaps," Tommy hesitated, "perhaps something more expensive then?"

"What?"

A tiny playful grin crept into his face, "Perhaps you'd forgive me if I had brought something more expensive?"

"I can't believe you! Tom, I'm not-" she tried to hold back a chuckle, but failed, "Tommy, the point is, I don't want you to think you can go around risking your life, doing whatever you want, then thinking a nice gift will fix everything, I worry about you,"

His face dropped in a quick mood swing, humorlessly smiling, he agreed, "That you do,"

"So, next time you think of doing something reckless, will you consider this?"

With a pout, Tommy quickly nodded, there was no use to discussion. Either way, he didn't have the words to explain the heart crushing feeling he got thinking of his family being vulnerable. He needed a guarantee and wouldn't stop, only be more careful by her request.

"Will you," he licked his lips, "take a look at the ring now?"

"Actually I was hoping you'd tell me how things were in London," she answered with a naughty smirk creeping into her face, "and then, maybe I'd let you take me to bed,"

"Maybe, eh?" he teased, "Or maybe not?"

"Depends on how much you're willing to talk, Mr. Shelby,"

Reclining on the armchair, Tommy lit up a cigarette, he knew her offer was more like an ultimatum, tell me what you're up to or else.

And only with her, he'd never retaliate.

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creativepawsworld · 4 months

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Silence - Chapter 54

Pairing = Thomas Shelby x OC

Summary = Ana is in labour. Will Tommy return in time for the birth of his child? Will John have to step up and deliver his future niece or nephew?

Warnings = Language...Grammar...Virginity losing mentioned...Alcohol consumption... Prostitution mentioned...Child Birth...

Word Count = 1,874

Note = I know it's dragging and I am so sorry. Hoping to get back in the swing now. Guess am nervous to write after leaving it so long. I liked this chapter as it shows the relationship between John and Ana and I think that's adorable personally. I'm also a C-Section mum who never experienced labour pains so I tried!

“That’s impossible it’s too early John,” I hissed hearing the words he said to Arthur who was still sitting on top of the table confused, by the request. He had a bottle of whiskey in one hand and, a glass in the other.

“I’ve seen the signs, Ana, I am a father myself. Arthur go now and find Esme too” John demands getting up and walking towards me. He placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, rubbing it softly in support. “How are you feeling? Is it like a tightening?” He asked softly, a gentle look on his face.

“More like a pressure” I exhale slowly, trying to stand up straight. I was getting nervous, and scared. Not only was it too early but Tommy was nowhere to be found and there was no way I was having this baby unless I knew where Tommy was. I heard a rustling, noticing Arthur's back as he left through the green doors in search of the women of the Shelby family.

“Do you feel like you have to push?” John asked rubbing my shoulders, his voice easy and kind. I knew it was to help me relax but that wasn’t happening right now. I was in no way ready to relax or to have this baby.

“I…I don’t know” I whispered, my hand resting just on the under part of my bump. "I mean maybe, the pressure is all pushing down on me"

“Alright, come on into the house, we need a bed for this” John nodded ushering me back towards the green double doors Arthur had just left through and into the Shelby dining room. But we didn’t stop there. He walked slowly with me through the house, speaking calmly as we made our way up the stairs and into Tommy’s old bedroom.

The green wallpaper and single bed caused memories of the night I lost my virginity to the man I had fallen head over heels in love with in this bedroom to enter my mind. The memory brought a happy, calming feeling to take over but it only lasted a few moments before another contraction hit.

“Now I’ll be honest Ana I haven’t a clue what I am to do now” John chuckled unsure, scratching the back of his head, a nervous look on his face. “But just lay back on the bed, breathe and try to relax”

“I can’t relax, Tommy is missing. How can I relax?” I asked glaring at him as I rubbed my bump. I sat down on the bed, ignoring his advice to lie down. “Where is he, John? The mission was a success. Campbell is dead, no one could have possibly told on him. Where is he? Where did he go?”

“I wish I knew Ana. But we have men out looking for him, I promise we will find him and he will be back in time to meet this new little Shelby” John tried to assure me with a nervous smile on his face.

“And if he is not?”

“We are not going to think of that now, are we? No” John raised an eyebrow looking around Tommy’s old bedroom. It was clear he was uncomfortable being in this situation but he knew he couldn’t leave. If he was right and I was in labour, I couldn’t be left alone. Not when I was this vulnerable.

“John, I’m scared” I confessed my true feelings as I rubbed my stomach, grimacing at the tightening feeling I had every so often.

“Nothing to be scared of, this is exciting. We were successful at the Derby and now we have a new family member to welcome. It's a good day for the Shelby family,” John tried to put a positive spin on the situation, sitting next to me and taking my hand into his. “I know it's hard, but I remember Polly telling me how dangerous stress is to a baby so please Ana, for my little niece or nephew…”

“I know, I know” I nodded squeezing his hand as I tried to relax.

“You know, I almost married Lizzie” John chuckled looking over at me with his blue eyes. They were not as blue as Tommy’s but they were still pretty. Full of life. Full of mischief.

“Lizzie Stark?” I asked furrowing my eyebrows and looking over at him.

“Yeah, Lizzie Stark. Asked her and she accepted and all” John nodded “I wanted a mother for my kids. They were running rings around me. Out in the street without shoes, chasing off nanny after nanny. I couldn’t keep up. I believed a mother would see them right,”

“What happened?”

“Well as you know she was a woman of a particular career choice. She serviced shall I say Tommy and myself. I thought she would do, she was a woman, she gave me bloody good orgasms and she said yes” John chuckled. I couldn’t help but grimace as he mentioned the pleasure he received from her.

“I told the family and they fucking laughed at me. Belly laughs but ultimately they were right” John sighed “Tommy did a test with her. She promised to change her ways but she lied. She was willing to service Tommy one more time even though she said yes to me… She also had other men she was keeping on, I felt like a fool” John looked over at me, squeezing my hand. “You weren’t an option at this point by the way. I don’t think you were anyway. Tommy hadn’t got his claws into you yet”

John’s words made me laugh, his story keeping me occupied as I listened to his words carefully. I didn’t know John was once engaged to Lizzie, I knew she had serviced both brothers but I didn't know she almost married one, that was new.

“I sat on this bed with our Tommy after finding out the truth. Realising Lizzie wouldn’t change,” John chuckled pointing at the chest of drawers near the bed. “He had a pipe there and I got so fucking high to deal with the pain. Not because of Lizzie’s betrayal, I suppose part of me expected that but for the loss of my wife. For the fact my kids were growing up without a mother and I had no control”

“Oh John,” I whispered squeezing his hand. My grip getting tighter as a contradiction rippled through my abdomen.

“Tommy was such a hard ass as you know, he came in gun drawn thinking I was some fucking, some fucking nobody I don’t know. He sat next to me, like I am with you now and we talked about our younger selves. Making jokes, connecting like we used to. He talked about our grandfather, now our grandfather was a right ole stingy git, worked every day of his life but not for honest money. He swindled and stole, apples don’t fall far from a tree you know. Tommy put on the voice he did when we were kids, imitating him, our grandfather,”

“But the reality was we weren’t kids anymore. Not anymore. And that hit hard that night. But that night he promised, our Tommy promised that we’d always look after each other, no matter what. And I want to make that promise with you to Ana” John turned looking at me directly in my eyes, holding my hand “No matter what happens, we have your back, you hear me?”

John’s words had me feeling emotional as I nodded looking at him. I felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I had lost James but had gained a brother with John and Arthur. A sister with Ada. I had lost my best friend but appeared to have gained three more.

“I know your memories of this bedroom are much, much different than mine” John nudged trying to lighten the conversation once he noticed I was getting emotional. “Eh, eh” He teased playfully causing me to blush. He wanted me to be laughing and smiling, not upset or stressed.

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John and I remained in the room for the next hour, Arthur had yet to return with either Polly or Esme. I could tell John was beginning to panic at the idea of having to deliver the baby himself, he even considered taking me to the hospital which I refused. I wanted to be here in case Tommy returned. This is where he would go I just knew it.

The contractions were coming thick and they were coming fast. I was in a lot of pain, sweat had covered my forehead. John tried to cool me down with a wet cloth dabbing it along my head, face and neck as he told me stories from his childhood in hopes of distracting me and making me feel better. But the reality was quicker starting to set in. If Polly didn't arrive soon, John would be delivering this baby.

The contractions were coming quicker, almost every few minutes. I could see by John's reaction he was about to pass out. But he held his nerve well. Feeling the need to push, I knew I had to remove my underwear, John closed his eyes as I lay back legs spread, he was preparing himself to look when Polly came rushing through the door.

“GET OUT” She yelled, John not having to be told twice fled from the room no doubt going to sink an entire bottle of the finest whiskey. I believe that may have been the longest hour and a half of his life. “You okay love? How fast are they coming?”

“Too fast Polly, god it hurts” I groaned, Polly removed my underwear. Checking between my legs to get a good look at whether or not the baby was ready to be delivered. As she was checking, the door opened once again and Esme walked in with a small smile.

“A new baby eh?” She smiled coming over to hold my hand.

“Esme I need towels and boiling water now” Polly demanded rubbing my legs. Esme nodded leaving the room to get everything that was needed to deliver the newest member of her family.

“Tommy? Is Tommy here?” I asked breathing heavily, glancing down at Polly who made eye contact between my legs.

“Don’t be worrying about that right now you need to be worried about welcoming the newest Shelby” Polly smiled continuing to rub my legs. “You're very close my dear, very close indeed”

The next few hours passed in a blur. Polly was between my legs, and Esme was at my head coaxing me through it. The breathing, my screaming, the pain, both women were honestly a godsend. After what felt like an eternity, a baby’s cry was heard echoing off the walls of the room.

I had tears of joy and relief spilling from my eyes as I tried to sit up and take a peek. I didn’t have to wait long as Polly brought a baby wrapped in a towel towards me, resting the newborn on my chest. Looking down I noticed a tiny little head, with a mop of dark hair and bright blue watery eyes as they cried softly, looking for food.

“Congratulations Mama, it’s a beautiful baby girl”

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sl-newsie · 4 months

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American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 1: Stuck

Birmingham, England, 1919

Much like America, it is an empire of industry. Giant factories tower over the slums and shacks, with drunks, thieves, and whores alike all sulking in the shadows. Smoke and ash cloud the sky and block out what little sun there is, as well as fill everyone’s lungs with foul air. With sparks flying everywhere it’s a miracle nothing catches fire. The gloomy and dreadful atmosphere is enough to make anyone faint, vomit, or lose hope altogether.

But I’ve got something these folks do not.

I am an American.

While that may not be astonishing to some, to me it means that I’m independent, as well as rambunctious and a bit of a rebel even for my culture. My family always says I’m too rash and stubborn, and that it will diminish any chance of me finding a husband and settling down for a proper life. But I’m in no mood to marry, so sue me for actually enjoying my life.

However, at the moment I seem to be in a bit of a pickle. You see, I don’t travel much. Yes there’s the occasional trip out of state, but never in a million years did I think I’d ever go to England. Of all places, my family chose to vacation in Manchester, England. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a beautiful country with gorgeous countryside views and polite accents… that is until you reach the deep city. Then it gets bustling and dangerous, which is how I came to be where I am now. We decided to travel by train, stopping in Birmingham on the way to London before we headed home. Lord knows why I decided to stray away and get a better look at the intriguing shops, but after an hour of desperately searching for my family it finally sunk in that I was, quite frankly, alone. Talk about a dumb-headed move on my part. I passed back and forth through the train station for hours as night fell, growing more and more worried about what kinds of danger Small Heath, Birmingham has hiding in the darkness.

Right now, people are giving me mixed looks of pity, confusion, and judgment. I know I’m not much to look at, with my messy blonde hair stuffed under a simple hat and my slim figure dressed in a gray dress with black heels. I probably look much richer than I really am, which makes my fear of criminals spike even more.

“Might I help you, young lady?” A sinister voice calls out.

He's a drunk, I’m sure of it. A man in a ragged overcoat staggers over, and he’s reeking of alcohol.

“No, I’m waiting for someone. Please leave me alone.”

“Oh, no. You’re all alone? Perfect…” He licks his lips and starts reaching his hand out-!

“Back off! She’s with me.”

I look over and see an older man wearing a trenchcoat and bowler hat. He’s got a simple mustache, is smoking a pipe, and carrying a briefcase. Is he a cop?

“Says who, old man?” The drunk slurs.

But instead of answering, the man slugs the drunk in the nose and ushers him off. When he turns back to me the bowler hat man extends a hand to shake.

“Excuse me, miss. I’m Inspector Chester Campbell. Who might you be?”

“I- I’m Verena, Verena Steenstra.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Verena. I’m here for private matters, sent by Churchill on account of a BSA munitions robbery. I am here to weed out prime suspects and possibly recover some stolen items that belong to the Crown. You wouldn’t happen to know an Arthur or Thomas Shelby, would you?”

I shake my head. “Sorry, can’t say I have. I’m new to these parts, just having arrived from America yesterday.”

He nods. “Well it’s best if you don’t, miss. They’re ruthless, the lot of them. Gangsters, bookmakers, racketeers. The gang they’re part of call themselves the Peaky Blinders. You best be getting indoors instead of wandering these dreadful streets at this hour.”

When Campbell sees my uneasy expression he frowns. “You do have a place to stay, right?”

“Actually sir, I was… left here by mistake. My family left hours ago and I’ve been here ever since.”

Campbell’s eyes soften a little. “I’m sorry to hear that, miss. If I knew the area I’d find you an inn or hotel, so the most I can do is guide you to the desk clerk in the train station.” He gestures for me to follow him and leads me over to the back desk, where a middle-aged lady is typing. “Hello, would you happen to know where this young lady might find any lodgings?”

The lady gives me a once-over and tilts her head. “Maybe ask Harry at the Garrison. That’s a local pub nearby. You can’t miss it. Just ask for Harry.”

We thank her and head back outside, where it’s starting to get dark.

“I’m sorry to leave you here, but I’ve got my own appointments to attend.” Campbell grips his briefcase and waves to signal a passing cab. “You’ll be alright?”

I try to give a convincing nod. “Yeah, as good as I can I guess. Good luck with your investigation.”

“Best of luck to you too, miss. You’ll need it if you want to survive this wicked city.”

And with that, the inspector climbs into the cab and is driven off. Leaving me, once again, alone. But at least this time I have an idea of where to go and what to do. I tightly grip my small suitcase and begin walking down the bustling streets, trying my best to ignore the… less than Christian crowd that hovers around.

“God does not care if you live in a slum or in a mansion!”

A man’s voice draws my attention, and I look to find the source coming from down the street. He sounds Jamaican, and seems to be a minister of sorts.

“God does not care if you are rich or you are poor!”

I approach slowly, not wanting to interrupt. “Excuse me, sir? Where would I go to find the Garrison?”

The man frowns at me, confused. “What’s a lass like you doing in this part of town? Don’t you know it’s dangerous?”

“I understand that. I’m looking to find a place to stay, so I’ll ask again. Where can I find the Garrison?”

The man looks at me as if I’ve signed my own death note, then points to the building down the street. “There. But God be with you if you want to persevere with what kind of men go in there.”

I thank him and walk towards the building. It’s definitely a pub, because there’s drunk men staggering out and vomiting everywhere.

“Look out!” Someone shouts.

Without warning, a small person plows into me and sends us tumbling into the dust.

“Dear God, what on Earth…?” I gather myself up and get a look at the person, or should I say kid. He’s a young boy with a conservative haircut, wearing dark pants, a white shirt, and gray vest. One might say he dresses just as professional as any stockbroker.

“I’m sorry!” He says in a worried manner and looks as if I’m about to slap him. “I didn’t mean to, I swear!”

I gotta say, seeing this boy speak in an English accent is downright cute!

I kneel down to seem less intimidating and hold out a hand. “Hey hey, it’s alright, kid. It was an accident. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

He nods and shakes my hand, now looking at me differently. “You sound different.”

“I’m American, from New York. Now what was it you were running from?”

“Oh, right!” He points to the alley he just ran from. “I’m playing hide-and-seek with my aunt.”

I frown. “And you’re out here, in the dark, at this time of night? It may not be my place to say, but you should probably go back inside. Where’s your aunt now?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well that’s not going to get us anywhere. You got a name?”

He smiles and nods eagerly. “I’m Finn, Finn Shelby. I’m 10 going on 11!”

“Wow, that’s old! So Finn, how about you head inside with me and we can find a way of contacting your aunt? That sound alright?”

“Finn! We were looking for you!” A man comes walking up, wearing dark clothes and a cap. When he sees me next to Finn, the man’s eyes darken. “Who are you?”

I ignore his question and look at Finn. “Do you know him?”

“Yeah, he’s my brother John.”

Now I know that I can trust this man. “I’m nobody. Just a lost tourist who’s looking out for Finn.”

The man looks confused. “Why? You don’t know him.”

“That doesn’t matter. I’d look out for him as if he was my own child because no kid should be wandering around at this time of night.”

He scoffs. “What are you, some nun or midwife? Doesn’t matter. Come on, Finn.” John takes the boy’s hand and starts walking away.

“Nice to meet you!” Finn calls before they’re out of sight.

“Goodbye!”

Now to get back to the task at hand. While being as inconspicuous as possible, I sneak past the gruff men and enter the strangely quiet bar. I gotta say, it’s surprisingly clean. Compared to the filthy world outside you’d think the king himself would eat here. But I know better. I can tell this place has seen its fair share of violence, but I give credit to the barman for keeping it spiffy. Gruff and sketchy-looking Brits sit scattered all over the room. Murmured conversations ghost around the room, confirming that this is yet another place I shouldn’t be at. A few turn their heads, but seem uninterested… for now. I hold my suitcase close and discreetly make my way to where the barman is standing.

“You don’t know me, but the desk clerk at the train station said to ask for someone named Harry.”

The barman, just like everyone else, seems to think I’m a fish out of water. “I’m Harry. What do you want?”

“She said you could tell me where to find a place to stay. I’ll pay what I can, I swear. I just need somewhere to sleep until I can find a way to get back to America.”

His face changes. “America? You mean you’re stuck here?”

“For the time, yes.”

First Harry goes to say something but then seems to look over at someone behind me. This changes his demeanor and he gestures for me to sit.

“Can I get you anything?”

I shake my head. “I don’t drink.”

“I do,” a woman’s voice says behind me.

A dark-haired woman wearing a gray suit sits up next to me, her face being shielded by a hat.

Harry nods respectfully at the woman and pours a shot of whiskey. “On the house, Polly.”

She gladly takes the glass and downs it, looking at me with calculating eyes.

“Name’s Polly, love. Polly Gray.”

“You seem to be a woman who knows what she’s doing, and how to conduct authority,” I reply.

“And you seem to be a woman who has nowhere to go. Am I right, love?”

I look away and become more interested in staring at the table. “Yes, ma’am. I’m currently homeless, jobless, penniless, and on the verge of hopeless.” I look back up. “But I’ve got a song in my heart and a gleam in my eye, so that’s all I can do for now.”

Polly laughs and twirls the shot glass in her hand. “Well a song and dance isn’t going to take you far, love. It’s best if you come with me.” She stands back up and starts pulling her coat back on.

My thoughts freeze. Did I hear that right? This person, this complete stranger who has no inkling of who I am, wants me to go with them? Where? And what for? Inspector Campbell said to be careful.

“Wait- what? What do you mean?”

Polly walks to the door, unfazed by my questions. “I saw you interacting with Finn. You treat him as both a child and an adult, which is something I respect. You’re not too sour but still know when to show a firm grip. I’d like to hire you as his tutor. He needs help studying, as well as someone to make sure he doesn’t shoot his eye out.”

My jaw drops. “Shoot his… But how-?”

“Don’t ask. I have to deal with the most ridiculous idiots this side of England, you have no idea!” She scoffs as I follow her back into the inky night. “The fact is that I need a tutor, and you need a roof over your head. So, do you want the job or not?”

I try to form words but all that comes out is a babbling mess. My thoughts are fried! What reason do I have to even trust this Polly character?

“You’re conflicted,” Polly states plainly. “I can understand why.”

“Yes! Because- because I’m alone! I- I have no one to help, but everyone says I can’t trust anyone here, and then you happen to be passing by… I don’t know what to make of it!”

Polly puts a hand on my shoulder. “Love, one of the things I always go by is my faith. If fate had it so you would be here to help Finn and get my attention, then God has spoken. My trust is not so easily won over, so I suggest you consider this chance very seriously.”

She’s right. Everything’s led to this. Besides, she’s right. I need a job.

“Yes, I accept your kind offer.” I hold out a hand and we shake. “Thank you, Mrs. Gray.”

“I may be your employer but there’s no need for that formality. Polly’s fine, love. And yours?”

“Verena Nora Steenstra,” my name flies right off the tongue.

“That’s Dutch, I’d imagine?”

I nod. “Yes, after my great grandmother. My father’s Dutch, my mother’s Irish.”

“Ah yes, you Americans and your mixed heritages.”

She doesn’t seem upset by it, and I’m glad she doesn’t inquire further. My family isn’t cruel, but we’re not exactly the most wanted people in New York. My uncle on my mother’s side is part of the Irish mob in Brooklyn, so our reputation is a bit strict.

Polly leads me through the dark streets and people seem to be aware not to test her. Crowds scatter away to let us pass, not even daring to meet her eye.

“You have authority here?”

“Of sorts. People know better not to start a quarrel. Here we are.”

The house itself is simple-looking on the outside, something I admire. Polly opens the door and shows me inside, which displays a traditional cross hung in the hallway. I follow her past a kitchen and into a small room near the back, one containing a simple bed and vanity as well as a single window.

“Bathtub’s down the hall. I’ll leave you here to settle in, I trust the lads will guide you through the house. Now if you’ll excuse me, I must attend a family meeting. Finn’s around here somewhere if you wish to chat.”

I set my suitcase on the bed and look at Polly with sincere gratitude. “Thank you so much. You really saved me from a tight pickle, and I promise I will do everything I can to repay you.”

Polly smiles and, to my uttermost surprise, comes over to give me a hug. “No problem, love. You seem like a decent girl, even if you are American.” She snickers and goes to walk out, then turns to say: “One more thing: when you meet Thomas, just know he’s a bit rough around the edges.”

I squint in bafflement. “Thomas? Who’s-?”

But she exits before I can finish. So just to be clear: Now I need to teach a boy from a family I just met and am expecting to meet someone who’s ‘rough around the edges.’ Yay?

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Part 13: Dance of Darkness

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Grace Burgess x OC

Summary: Disaster leads to an explosive confrontation between Lucy and one of the Shelbys.

Word Count: 3,568

Notes: Warnings for depictions of slut shaming (sort of) and references to violence and sexual assault. Apologies to Polly fans in advance for this one.

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Chapter 10: Ride or Die

“Where did Lucy get to?” May asked as they walked the rest of the way back to the house from visiting the horse, stepping into the entryway. “I thought that she would come meet us at the stables after she was finished with those calls.”

Lucy had been informed by the maids that there was a call for her or Tommy just before they were about to leave for the stables. She’d told them to go on ahead and that she’d catch up with them. But she’d never turned up.

“Probably yelling at someone on the other line. Sometimes it happens. Drink?” he asked.

“Why not?”

He went to the alcohol shelf to pour them both glasses while May sat down to remove her boots.

“Madam, there is a telephone call,” one of the maids reported.

“I’ll take it in the drawing room,” May said, taking the glass Tommy offered her.

“It’s for Mr. Shelby,” the maid said. There was a boom as a door slammed, and then the clatter of shoes running along the floor, and Lucy appeared behind the maid, hair messy and eyes huge, face pale.

“Tommy. You need to come hear what’s happened. Now.”

∗ ∗ ∗

She had to jog to keep up with Tommy as he stormed towards the church.

“Shall I wait for you outside?” she asked. Campbell had ordered that he and Tommy have their meetings in private. He likely wouldn’t respond well to her presence when he had expressly forbid it.

“No,” Tommy said, already half up the stairs, though he paused until she climbed them to be back at his side. The look in his eyes told her enough. He wouldn’t be letting her out of his sight for a while. Not when his entire family was being targeted.

“We had a deal,” he shouted as he entered the church, stalking to where Campbell was sitting the pews. When Campbell didn’t respond, his voice rose. “Hey! We had a fucking deal!”

“I would thank you to moderate your language in a place of worship,” Campbell said. Tommy seized the paper out of his hands and threw it to the ground, getting directly into his face.

“Fuck your house of worship,” Lucy said. Campbell glanced back at where she was standing.

“She isn’t supposed to be here.”

Tommy leaned closer. “We had a fucking deal.”

Tommy paced back and forth as he and Campbell argued. The smug, patronizing tone in Campbell’s voice was almost enough to make Lucy lunge forward and mash his head into the wooden pew in front of him.

“So…let us review the new situation. I have your brother in a prison cell, charged with the murder of Billy Kitchen. The case against him is strong, and I have no doubt that his destiny is to hang. And then there is Polly’s son, Michael. He has already admitted to helping Arthur burn down the Marquis pub. Oh. He was a tough nut to crack, that boy, but crack he did. So, I have your brother facing the noose, I have your cousin facing five years for arson, and I have your entire organization in disarray in Birmingham and in London,” Campbell said, eyes shimmering with glee.

What a fucking disaster.

Tommy was trying to bargain with him. Even though he had already agreed to do the killing. But Campbell just smiled, and shook his head. It had never been about trying to strong arm them into doing more for him. It was about showing Tommy that, even if he himself was not afraid to die, Campbell could have his entire family killed, should he fail to follow through.

“I’ve been ahead of you every step of the way,” Campbell said. “And, as my father used to say…to make sure your dog obeys you, you have to show it the stick once in a while,” he raised his cane for emphasis. It clanged as he brought it back down to the floor, the sound turning rhythmic as he began to head towards the doors.

Lucy watched as Tommy’s hands flexed into fists, waiting until the doors had slammed shut behind Campbell.

“We’ll see how much he likes that stick when I shove it up his arse,” Lucy mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest, shaking her hair out of her face. “What do you want to do?”

“We need to get to the office,” he began to walk towards the doors. Lucy rushed to remain at his side. “Now.”

∗ ∗ ∗

When he came into the office, the phone on his desk was ringing.

“Tommy, Arthur’s in solitary confinement. Michael’s in the remand wing–” Lizzie started frantically.

“Yeah. I already know. Get out, shut the doors,” he stalked into his office with Lucy still right behind him. Lizzie stopped speaking and did as she was told, the double doors to his office closing with a click. The phone continued to ring, even as he sank into his seat. With a great amount of foreboding, Tommy lifted it from its cradle and held it to his ear.

“Tommy?” he swore that his heart stopped, everything going still. “It’s me,” her voice was the same low, soothing Irish lilt that he remembered, that haunted him in his dreams. “Tommy, can you hear me?”

“Yes, Grace.”

Lucy nearly dropped the gloves she’d been tugging off, half running around the desk. He tilted the phone so that she could also hear.

“I think you called. I…I haven’t slept,” she sucked in a deep breath. “Is Lucy there?”

“Yes, she’s right here.”

“Hi, Grace,” Lucy whispered into the phone when he turned it to her.

“Hi, Lucy,” Grace’s voice was soft and longing.

“Grace, this is not a good time,” it physically hurt him to say it.

“I can call you back.”

“No, it’s fine. It’s all right,” the last thing he wanted was to stop hearing her voice.

“Can we meet?” Grace asked. Lucy looked at him with wide, hopeful, pleading eyes.

“Yes. We’ll meet.”

“When?”

He hesitated. “Grace, there are some things I have to do first.”

“That’s alright. That’s alright, just…whenever those things are done.”

“I’ll call you.”

“I’ll make sure that I’m the one who gets to the phone first, this time.”

“Good bye, Grace.”

“Bye, Tommy. Bye, Lucy.”

“Bye, Grace,” Lucy said, voice very quiet.

He took a deep breath, and hung up the phone. Lucy stared at it for a long moment, chin slightly trembling as she tried not to cry.

“Come here,” he pulled her gently into the circle of his arms, squeezing her to him as tight as he could without having to worry about hurting her, tucking his face into her neck and breathing in the scent and comfort of her perfume.

∗ ∗ ∗

When they entered the betting shop, John, Esme, Finn, and Polly were already gathered, waiting for them.

John began to report to Tommy. It wasn’t good.

“They’ve taken Michael,” Finn said, desperately.

“Business first,” Tommy ordered. Polly leapt from her seat, physically shoving Lucy out of the way in her haste to get at Tommy. Lucy caught herself against the wall with a yelp, head whirling to stare at her in shock.

“They took Michael.”

Tommy held up a hand. “I said business first. And don’t push Lucy, Polly.”

Polly continued to try to talk, but Tommy shouted over her.

“Polly, business first!” he barked. She went silent, glowering. Lucy moved so that she was on the other side of Tommy from her, putting him between them, just in case. A movement that wasn’t lost on Tommy, if the way that his eyes tracked her were any indication. He turned back to his brother. “John?” he said, encouraging him to continue with his report. All of their whiskey had been taken, vans impounded and warehouses locked. They’d lost the Eden Club back to Sabini. Alfie had framed Arthur for Billy Kitchen’s death, so their truce with the Black Country boys was over.

“I don’t give a fuck about whiskey,” Polly interrupted. “I don’t give a fuck about Billy Kitchen. I want my son out of prison, now!” she slammed her hand on a desk.

“Thomas, I spoke to Johnny Dogs–” Esme began.

“This meeting should just be family!” Polly raged.

“I can help–” Esme tried.

“Let her talk!” Lucy said.

“It’s family only, she’s not blood, Tommy!” Polly practically screeched.

“Let her speak,” Tommy ordered.

“Or is this a business–have you forgotten our family–” her eyes locked on Lucy, like she’d just realized that she was there, and her face turned bright red, all the hatred that she’d kept locked up towards her spilling out in one sudden, demented roar. “Get your soulless, disgusting, bitch of a slut out of here, now!”

Lucy recoiled like she’d been slapped, sinking into herself, her back hitting the wall behind her.

“Enough!” Tommy shouted.

But Polly wasn’t done. “We all know that you just keep her around as a hole to shove your cock into–”

“Enough!” Tommy roared, in a voice Lucy had never heard him use before. He sounded monstrous, terrifying in a way that wasn’t wholly human. Polly went silent, eyes widening, taking a step back, like she’d actually realized that she’d gone too far. Lucy stared at the floor, eyes blinking hard, feeling the rise of warmth in her cheeks from humiliation, unable to look at any of the other people in the room, though she could feel all of their eyes on her.

“Enough, Polly,” his voice was lower, but the dangerous growl was still there. “Esme?” he turned back to her, voice more gentle.

“I spoke to Johnny Dogs. The Lees are kin.”

“The bloody Lees!” Polly shouted.

“They can give us men,” Esme argued.

“We don’t need more fucking men! It’s men that have done the damage. It’s…it…” Polly stammered. “It is men fighting like cockerels that have put us here in the first place.”

“Esme, we’ll take up their offer. We need men,” Tommy said. Polly looked at him with the most hateful expression Lucy had ever seen.

“If Michael ever gets out of prison, I am taking him away from this family. For good. This life is bad,” she stalked around the table and grabbed Finn by the arm. “This life is all bad.”

“Aunt Pol, what are you doing?” Finn asked.

“Shut up and walk,” she half shoved him toward the door.

“Polly,” Tommy called after her, his voice a low and dangerous growl. She hesitated. “If you ever speak about Lucy like that again, I’ll have you thrown out onto the streets.”

Polly’s face twisted, and for a moment Lucy thought that she might actually lunge at him, but instead she just spat on the ground near his feet, and shoved Finn the rest of the way out the door.

Tommy leaned against a table with a sigh, convening with Esme and John for a few more minutes, sinking into a chair. Esme sent John away to get the car, and then leaned against the other side of the table from Tommy, face close. She began to mumble to him, about riding away. About getting lost.

Tommy moved slowly, leaning forward to tell her in a quiet voice to go with John. Then he reached out, and grabbed her by the face with one large hand, holding so tightly her cheeks squished. “If you ever talk about getting lost again, I’ll cut you from this family,” the threat was spoken in a soft whisper, and then he let her face go. Esme looked around, at the empty room, save for Lucy still leaned up against the wall watching them.

“What family?”

And then she walked out the door.

Lucy let her head fall back to thump against the wall, staring tearily up at the ceiling, swallowing hard. Polly’s furious outbursts regarding her presence really shouldn’t have bothered her, by now. She ought to be used to them at this point.

She had always figured that Polly knew about her and Tommy, at least in some fashion. Polly was observant. And she wasn’t stupid. Of course, she knew that the other family members all probably also had their suspicions, but…she had never expected Polly to just out them like that. Certainly not in such a horribly demeaning and humiliating way.

“Lucy,” Tommy cleared his throat, voice surprisingly close. She coughed, once, and opened eyes she hadn’t even realized that she’d closed. He was standing right in front of her. Tucking a curl behind her ear, she tried–and horribly failed–to give him a shaky smile. “Come here.”

He pulled her into his arms, hand cradling the back of her head, pressing it to his chest. She locked her arms around his ribs, leaning into him heavily as he began to carefully stroke her hair, the other arm wrapped around her, anchoring her to him.

“Sorry,” she whispered, sniffling. He shook his head, cheek resting against the top of her head. He smelled of smoke and whiskey and his cologne, his body impossibly warm as she cuddled closer into him. He kissed her forehead, and she relaxed.

“Don’t listen to a word she fucking says,” he said, sternly. “Eh?”

She nodded, movements still shaky, against him.

“And Lucy…hey,” he pulled back, tilting her chin up to look into his eyes. “It’s not true. None of it. I love you,” he kissed her between her brows. “You’re perfect.”

Sniffing, she nodded, squeezing him back to her with her cheek squished against his chest. “I love you too,” she sighed. “They all officially know, now.”

“Yeah. It’ll be alright,” he assured. He pulled back just enough to kiss her, making it slow and deep, hand cradling the back of her head while the other kept her close. When they broke apart, he rested his forehead against hers. “Listen, I’m going to go call Grace. I’m going to set up a time and place for us to meet her, yeah?”

She sniffed, nodding, knowing that he was trying to distract her with the idea of something hopeful and exciting. “Yeah.”

He smiled gently, kissing her again before letting her settle back against his chest.

He let her hold onto him for as long as she needed, stroking her hair and pressing kisses to her head the entire time.

∗ ∗ ∗

She put down the phone, after listening silently to what Ada had just told her, resting her fingers against her lips, tapping them once, then buried her face in her hands, feeling as the muscles in her cheeks contracted, leaving her to shudder.

Even after all this time, the alleyway remained.

Not just the alleyway, narrow and terrible, as the men grinned gleefully down at her, but the hole. The hole that came after. Once she’d regained consciousness after she inevitably passed out. Probably from a combination of blood loss, pain, and shock.

It had been so dark, so cold…the soil dug deep under her fingernails when she clawed at it, lungs heaving for breath, frantic as she fought her way up, out from under the ground and back to the surface.

Back to life.

Raising her head up, away from the darkness of her palms, she breathed deeply, forcing down the memories of her own trauma that the report of the new one had drawn forth.

Poor Polly. Much as she and Polly may have hated each other, she never would have wished that upon her.

She was going to have to tell Tommy. That was why Ada had phoned her, after all. Probably because she knew that Lucy was the only one of them who would be able to have a chance at preventing Tommy from marching to Campbell’s lodgings and slaughtering the man then and there.

She made a second call, to a man that they had inside the prison, asking him a few pointed, careful questions, listening silently and unmoving to the responses, then hung up the phone.

Standing, she went to double doors to Tommy’s office, stepping out into the space that Lizzie occupied, where Tommy was giving her instructions for the next couple of days.

“Tommy,” she said, quietly. He looked up, saw the look on her face, and immediately hastened towards her. “We need to talk,” she half whispered, and he nodded, going into the office.

“Everything alright?” Lizzie asked, eyeing her curiously from her desk.

“Mhm. Everything’s fine, Lizzie, thank you,” Lucy went back into Tommy’s office, closing the door behind her. “Tommy,” she said, very quietly. He looked up from his desk.

“Yes?”

She sat down, the leather in the seat beneath her squeaking in complaint as she eased her weight into it. Reaching across the desk, she took his hands in hers. “I need you to listen to what I have to tell you, and I need you to promise me not to go flying off the handle.”

“What’s happened?”

“Tommy, promise me,” he never broke his promises to her. Not ever. He sighed, icy eyes narrowed.

“Fine. I promise. Now what’s wrong?”

“Ada called. She said that Polly…Polly went to the prison, to…I guess to try to get Michael out. She didn’t trust us to get it done, probably. Anyway, she went in, she saw Campbell, and,” Lucy gulped around the words. “Something happened. I talked with one of our men inside. He says that Polly made a trade of sorts, for Michael’s release. He’s been released, by the way. Ada says that night, after Polly went to the prison, she found her in the bath back at the house, drunk out of her mind, scrubbing harshly at her skin.”

As she’d spoken, Tommy’s face had gradually drained of all color, until he was so white Lucy was afraid that he would pass out. At that particular final detail, a muscle in his cheek twitched. It was a habit that Lucy had also developed, that still she sometimes found herself doing; scrubbing at her skin until it was red and raw. As if she could somehow scrub away the memory of their hands on her.

“Tommy?” she asked, hoarsely, unsure of what he was going to do. “Tommy?”

He wiped a hand over his face, grunting, brows pinching as if in pain.

“I know you would like to kill him,” she said. “I would like to kill him too,” she looked into those eyes, blue and whirling and furious. Though she knew not at her. “But I think that doing so now would do more harm than good.”

Tommy’s jaw twitched, lips pursing. And then, without a word, he rose up out of his seat, walked around the desk, and picked up his coat and hat.

“Tommy? Tommy!” Lucy jumped up, half running after him, barely having enough time to snag her own coat and hat from the hooks they were hanging on before following him out the door, and down the street. But he wasn’t headed in the direction of Campbell’s lodgings. “Tommy, where are you going?”

She grew quiet, as Charlie’s yard came into view, allowing the silence to just settle around them. Tommy pushed open the door to the stables, going to his black stallion, running a hand along his muscular flank, eyes tortured.

“Hullo, Sin,” Lucy said to her chestnut mare, stroking her nose, feeding her a few sugar cubes from her palm. “Good girl,” she pressed a kiss to the horse’s nose, closing her tired eyes and resting her forehead against her. When she opened her eyes, Tommy was no longer there. “Tommy?”

She found him with Curly, having shed his coat and hat, helping to shovel shit with sharp, quick movements. Curly was staring at him in bafflement.

“Why are you doing that, Tommy?”

“To remind myself of what I’d be if I wasn’t who I am.”

Leaning against the entrance to the shed, Lucy watched with a flutter of pride in her chest. He’d never allowed himself to forget where he had come from; the kinds of troubles which he’d used to suffer. That many more still suffered each and every day.

Curly began to help Tommy shovel, grinning to himself, clearly taking joy out of Tommy’s sudden decision to assist him. Lucy continued to just watch them work, eyeing the way that the muscles flexed in Tommy’s arms and back, his face creased with concentration.

Charlie came over to stand beside her, took one look at Tommy still shoveling and Curly beaming, and removed his cigarette from his mouth. “Tommy? What’s going on?”

“I think Tommy’s lost his mind, Charlie,” Curly said, ecstatic. Tommy ceased his movements, clearing his throat.

“Well, it’s honest work, Curly, but I don’t want to get used to it,” he stooped to scoop back up his hat and jacket. “So I’ll need six cans of petrol. Bring them to the garage, put them in the back of the car.”

“Six cans?” Charlie asked. Tommy just nodded, heading to the door, taking Lucy’s arm as he walked by, guiding her with him. “Tommy? If you ever want a job, I’ll get you your own shovel,” he shouted after them.

“Did shoveling shit make you feel better?” Lucy asked. Tommy washed a hand down his face, groaning.

“Not really.”

She rubbed at his arm. Then he looked at her, something almost like excitement entering his eyes.

“But I know of something that will.”

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* thought i’d post this list that was sitting in my drafts; not all of them because i have too many but have some (if) ocs ♡

ORIGINAL / MISC VERSES

edith blake. original, the wayhaven chronicles, the exile verse ♡ she/any (queer). november 13th. fc: laura james. 5′11/180cm. ROs: cal, adam du mortain. connections: kiara kingston (sister).

freddie han. ear candy verse. ♡ he/him (m). february 14th. fc: christian yu. 5′9/174cm. ROs: shiloh rue, winslow montgomery. connections: ryuwon han (sister).

ryuwon han. straight red verse. ♡ she/her (f). nicknames: ryu. fc: kim do-yeon. 5′10/179cm. ROs: jude schofield. connections: freddie han (brother).

zoe beckett. original (modern gods verse), the wayhaven chronicles ♡ she/her (f). fc: misc. 6′/184cm. ROs: veera, nat sewell. connections: jada beckett-jones (cousin). tag.

A MAGE REBORN

atalanta daenys ♡ she/they (nb). specialty: spiritism + alchemy. fc: misc. 5′7/170cm. ROs: elias revelois.

ANDROMEDA SIX

ersa altalune peg’asi ♡ she/her (agender). species: kitalphan. fc: emily browning. 5′1/154cm. ROs: vexx serif.

ATTOLLO

nefta gil ♡ she/her (f). august 15th. fc: misc. 5′1/156cm. ROs: sysba, dreamwalker.

BLOOD MOON

selene king ♡ she/her (f). beta. fc: phoebe tonkin. 5′7/172cm. ROs: farroq khan.

starling baluyot ♡ she/they (nb). alpha. fc: beatrice laus. 5′3/161cm. ROs: marco.

BLOOMING PANIC

anya petrova ♡ she/they (genderfluid). username: gothitax. fc: florzoye on ig. 5′1/155cm. ROs: nakedtoaster, toastyx.

BODY COUNT

kim ngo ♡ they/them (nb). fc: naomi roestel. 5′10/178cm. ROs: arthur campbell.

angelica vaughan ♡ she/her (f). nicknames: angie. fc: benedetta gargari. 5′8/172cm. ROs: vinh nguyen.

CHECKMATE IN 3 MOVES

cahya vinteren ♡ she/her (f). fc: brianne tju. 5′1/154cm. ROs: noir zu, jareth january.

diamond emeraude vinteren ♡ she/they (nb). fc: savannah smith. 5′7/170cm. ROs: sailor bones, hawthorne (spilt milk).

CHOICES: BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOWS

nehal nightbloom ♡ she/all (genderfluid). species: elf. fc: misc. 5′11/180cm. ROs: all. tbd.

CHOICES: OPEN HEART

victoria torres ♡ she/her (f). nicknames: vic, v. fc: tashi rodriguez/ giovana cordeiro. 5′1/155cm. ROs: bryce lahela.

COLLEGE TENNIS: ORIGIN STORY

angel rivas ♡ they/he (nb). fc: omar rudberg. 5′9/175cm. style: all-court player. doubles partner: rayyan. ROs: rayyan afiq.

FIELDS OF ASPHODEL

persephone ♡ she/any (agender). fc: misc/anya chalotra. 5′6/167cm. ROs: hades, tbd. tag.

INFAMOUS

kate hanna ♡ they/them (nb). august 23rd. full name: kateebah. stage name: arkane (prev: rickety kate). band: dance of the planets. genre(s): alt-rock, pop punk. fc: nour rizk. 6′2/187cm. ROs: seven lawless.

sung-won kang ♡ she/they (f). december 15th. nicknames: sunni, lucky. stage name: lady luck. band: WBM. genre(s): pop rap, R&B, hip-hop, EDM. fc: jeon so-yeon/kang min-ah. 5′7/169cm. ROs: griffin reign + victoria valentine, orion quinn.

OUR LIFE

jamie last ♡ they/them (nb). fc: tbd. 6′/182.5cm. ROs: cove holden.

cierra last ♡ she/her (f). nicknames: cherry. fc: kendra bailey/misc. 6′/182.5cm. ROs: derek suarez.

marina howard ♡ she/her (f). fc: yvonne logan. 5′/153cm. ROs: baxter ward.

PERFUMARE

sharona west. real name: milagros ramon. ♡ she/her (nb). fc: lizeth selene. 5′3.5/161cm. ROs: flavio esposito.

naomi morren. real name: naomi kurosawa ♡ she/they (f). fc: rina fukushi. 5′10/179cm. ROs: reed esposito, laurent rosier.

PROJECT HADEA

sidra. real name: yuna arai. ♡ they/he (nb). fc: misc. 5′7/169cm. ROs: nash, rohan.

gienah. real name: izzi muhammad ♡ she/they (nb). fc: bonzaimai on ig/misc. 5′9/176cm. ROs: rhaxa.

SCOUT: AN APOCALYPSE STORY

jamilah durant ♡ she/her (f). nicknames: jam. fc: sharon alexie. 5′6/168cm. ROs: oliver shen.

SHEPHERDS OF HAVEN

shanna wenrys ♡ she/they (f/nb). fc: misc. 4′11.5/151cm. ROs: blade bronwyn.

kiran rhune ♡ they/them (nb/genderfluid). fc: misc. 5′2.5/159cm. ROs: red antiqua.

SPEAKER

kassandra farhat ♡ she/they (nb). nicknames: kass. fc: jamie gray-hyder. 5′11/179cm. ROs: li cowles, sebastian wynric. connections: sebille (sister), scooby boo (dog).

SUPERSTITION

sage roe ♡ she/her (f). fc: zoë kravitz. 5′2/157cm. ROs: zillah.

THE BASTARD OF CAMELOT

mordred pendragon ♡ she/they/he (genderqueer). fc: tbd. ROs: galahad du lac.

THE EXILE

farja ja’qhar ♡ she/her (f). title: painted phoenix. fc: misc. tbd. ROs: freedom, syfyn.

nathair cheronobog ♡ he/him (m). title: gilded gorgon. fc: noen eubanks. 6′5/196cm. ROs: vethna, +nikke.

neamhain rezoth ♡ they/them (nb). title: deathless demon. fc: tbd. ROs: nikke.

THE MIDNIGHT HOURS

reyna santos ♡ she/her (f). fc: shay mitchell. 5′4/161cm. ROs: rylan villanueva.

ziv mays ♡ they/them (nb). fc: jaiiy d. moses . 6′/183cm. ROs: blane rekner.

salvador soto ♡ he/they (m). nicknames: chava. fc: misc/cristo fernández. 6′3/190.5cm. ROs: k de vries.

THE WAYHAVEN CHRONICLES

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#myocs #i have so many more i tried to be selective to make a shorter post lmfao

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general disclaimer: expect spoilers for both the book and the show, although my stuff usually has more book elements. auggie basset & ernest livingston are only in a modern au. in addition, all the important links to my bridgerton: next gen ‘verse can be found here.

𝓥𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓽’𝓼 𝓖𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓷

Edmund • Miles • Charlotte • Mary

Charles • Alexander • William • Violet

Agatha • Thomas • Jane • George “Georgie”

Amelia • Auggie • Belinda • Caroline • David • Edward

Amanda • Oliver • Penelope • Georgiana • Frederick

John • Janet

Katharine • Richard • Hermione • Daphne • Anthony “Ant” • Benedict “Ben” • Colin • Eloise • Francesca “Frannie”

George • Isabella

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓹𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓼 (𝓪𝓴𝓪 𝓜𝔂 𝓞𝓒𝓼)

Juliet Knight • Grace Hill • Rupert Townshend • Arthur Townshend

Nell Shepherd • Emma Rutledge • Róisín O’Connolly • Jonathan “Jack” Fullerton

Stephen Ridlington • Eleanor Dane • Morgan Howell • Olivia Sharpe

Ernest Livingston • Phoebe Wycliff • Molly Campbell

Alice Linfield • Christopher “Kit” Barrington • Lucas Wivenly • Beatrice Winslow

Adeline Meadows • Duncan MacMillan

Gabe Montgomery • Elizabeth Winslow • Neil Pemberton • Timothy Hatcher • Fiona MacKenzie • Evie Wright • Vivian Marsh • Adam Howe • Nathaniel Moore

Lilliana Steele • Patrick O’Donovan

𝓢𝓷𝓪𝓹𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼 𝓘𝓷 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮: 𝓐 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

Note: As they have canonical spouses, I have not included stories for Amelia Basset, Belinda Basset, Caroline Basset, and Amanda Crane. Auggie Basset and his story are set in a modern AU. Each story is a one shot with snapshots of moments in their love stories.

TBD [Edmund Bridgerton & Juliet Knight, 1843]

TBD [Miles Bridgerton & Grace Hill, 1844]

TBD [Charlotte Bridgerton & Rupert Townshend, 1846]

TBD [Mary Bridgerton & Arthur Townshend, 1851]

TBD [Charles Bridgerton & Nell Shepherd, 1846]

TBD [Alexander Bridgerton & Emma Rutledge, 1847]

Don’t Care About Religion [William Bridgerton & Róisín O’Connolly, 1848]

TBD [Violet Bridgerton & Jack Fullerton, 1848]

TBD [Agatha Bridgerton & Stephen Ridlington, 1847]

TBD [Thomas Bridgerton & Eleanor Dane, 1853]

TBD [Jane Bridgerton & Morgan Howell, 1851]

TBD [Georgie Bridgerton & Olivia Sharpe, 1860]

Tempting Into Marriage [David Basset & Phoebe Wycliff, 1844]

TBD [Edward Basset & Molly Campbell, 1859]

TBD [Auggie Basset & Ernest Livingston, 2043-44]

TBD [Oliver Crane & Alice Linfield, 1847]

TBD [Penelope Crane & Christopher Barrington, 1849]

TBD [Georgiana Crane & Lucas Wivenly, 1850]

TBD [Frederick Crane & Beatrice Winslow, 1857]

TBD [John Stirling & Adeline Meadows, 1855]

TBD [Janet Stirling & Duncan MacMillan, 1851]

TBD [Katharine Bridgerton & Gabe Montgomery, 1848]

TBD [Richard Bridgerton & Elizabeth Winslow, 1856]

TBD [Hermione Bridgerton & Neil Pemberton, 1854]

TBD [Daphne Bridgerton & Timothy Hatcher, 1852]

TBD [Ant Bridgerton & Fiona MacKenzie, 1860]

TBD [Ben Bridgerton & Evie Wright, 1863]

TBD [Colin Bridgerton & Vivian Marsh, 1863]

Hypothetically [Eloise Bridgerton & Adam Howe, 1861]

TBD [Frannie Bridgerton & Nathaniel Moore, 1862]

TBD [George St. Clair & Lilliana Steele, 1855]

TBD [Isabella St. Clair & Patrick O’Donovan, 1850]

𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓸𝓾𝓼

Next Gen Fics:

In Which William Bridgerton Is Born Prematurely

I’d Still Dance with You

To See My Son Become a Father

Other Bridgerton Fics:

You Belong Somewhere You Feel Free

You Must Know You Are Beloved

The Aftermath

Bridgerton Writing Requests (closed)

Main Tags: #bridgerton next generation • #bridgerton next gen • #bridgerton next gen oc

#arrow’s masterlist #*my masterlist #bridgerton next generation #bridgerton next gen #bridgerton next gen oc #bridgerton oc #fic series: snapshots in love #bridgerton #bng series #feel free to ask about this series!!#it’ll be a little while before any stories are published and still trying to figure out which platform they’ll be on!

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Requests

Status: CLOSED

Alright, requests for all of my fandoms are open. Send some in while you can, they will not be open long!

Writing Prompt List #1 *210 prompts (fluff/romance; angst/emotional; Misc/Humor; & Scenario Prompts)

Writing Prompt List #2 *200 prompts (fluff/romance; angst/emotional; Misc/Humor; and Scenario Prompts)

Sensory Prompts #1 *125 prompts (nature ambiance; fluff/relationship; angst/sad; scary/horror; comfort; and Misc.)

Sensory Prompts #2 *around 130 prompts (nature/outside ambiance; relationship/fluff; angst; scary/horror; comfort; and Misc.)

Rules Page *Basic Rules: - I only write 'x reader' inserts; no ships or oc inserts - GN!Reader only - I do not write specific body types, or for other specific physical characteristics, since I try to keep my inserts as neutral as possible - No nsfw; no pregnancy/children, no readers/character fics below 18

You can request for fics/oneshots or headcanons.

You can send in your own plot, and/or 1-3 prompts. Feel free to mix and match from the prompt lists!

Full Fandoms List Below Cut:

9-1-1 (FOX show)

Evan “Buck” Buckley Eddie Diaz Det. Lou Ransone Howard “Chimney” Han

The Boys:

Serge “Frenchie” Hughie Campbell Billy Butcher

Bridgerton

Anthony Bridgerton Benedict Bridgerton Simon Basset Colin Bridgerton *maybe others?

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Spike Angel

Criminal Minds (I have only watched seasons 1-11)

Spencer Reid Aaron Hotchner Derek Morgan

Doctor Who

Ten Eleven Twelve

Elementary

Sherlock Holmes *I have not watched the whole series so I wont write much for in-show plot points

Firefly

Malcolm Reynolds Simon Tam

Lark Rise to Candleford

Daniel Parish Fisher Bloom Sir Timothy Midwinter Alf Arless Mr Rushton

Leverage

Eliot Spencer Quinn Alec Hardison

Magnificent Seven Tv Series (1998-2000)

Chris Larabee Ezra Standish Vin Tanner Buck Wilmington

The Mandalorian + TBoBF

Din Djarin Cobb Vanth Boba Fett (prefer platonic)

M*A*S*H (Tv Series)

Hawkeye Pierce BJ Hunnicutt Trapper John

Merlin (BBC)

Merlin Arthur Gwaine Percival Lancelot

Moon Knight

Steven Grant Marc Spector Arthur Harrow

Person of Interest

John Reese Others; platonically is preferred

Prodigal Son

Malcolm Bright Gil Arroyo

Shadow and Bone:

Kaz Brekker Matthias Mal Alexander/Kirigan ?

*I have read the Grishaverse books, so I am willing to write around that plot. But the characters will be in character for the show, and the characters will be written as 20+ as their ages are not stated in the show but it feels as though they are aged up in the depiction.

Sherlock (BBC)

Sherlock Holmes Greg Lestrade Jim Moriarty

Star Trek: Discovery

Christopher Pike Gabriel Lorca (willing to write for an alternate ‘Prime’ version of Lorca) Sarek Spock **I’m in the process of watching Disco and am currently on Season 3. I will be watching Strange New Worlds when I can. **please make sure to specify which Spock you are requesting for (Disco or AOS.)

Star Trek: Enterprise

Captain Archer Trip Tucker Malcolm Reed

Star Trek: Voyager

Chakotay Tom Paris

Stargate Sg-1

Jack O’Niell Daniel Jackson Jonas Quinn Cameron Mitchell

Stargate Atlantis

John Sheppard Carson Becket Ronon Dex

Supernatural *Have only watched seasons 1-9

Sam Winchester Dean Winchester Castiel Gabriel Gadreel Balthazar Crowley Lucifer Caine

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale Peter Hale

Vampire Diaries & The Originals

Elijah Mikaelson Klaus Mikaelson Damon Salvatore Kol Mikaelson Lorenzo “Enzo” St John Finn Mikaelson

**Never watched The Originals’, so I only know the Mikaelsons from TVD.

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MCU:

Original Avengers:

Tony Stark Steve Rogers Thor Bruce Banner Clint Barton Natasha Romanoff

Others:

Bucky Barnes Sam Wilson Helmut Zemo Loki Heimdall Vision Scott Lang Peter Parker (Garfield and/or Hollands; aged up) Dr. Stephen Strange T’Challa Agent Ross Shang-Chi Peter Quill

*** Feel free to ask about other MCU characters; I will write for most (depending on if I like the request as well) ***

X-Men

Original Timeline Movies: Logan/Wolverine Scott Summers Kurt Wagner “Nightcrawler” Viktor Creed “Sabertooth”

First Class Timeline: Charles Xavier Eric Lehnsherr Hank McCoy Alex Summers Azazel Peter Maximoff “Quicksilver” Warren Worthington III “Angel”

**Many of the younger characters ages are not obvious in the First Class movies, so everyone will be written/suggested as 20+

The Eternals

Druig Ikaris Kingo

Venom (1 & 2)

Eddie Brock

Deadpool (1 & 2)

Wade/Deadpool Ajax/Francis Cable Domino

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Star Wars Universe

Episodes I-III

Anakin Skywalker Obi Wan Kenobi

Episodes IV-VI

Luke Skywalker Han Solo

Solo: A Star Wars Story

Han Solo Lando Calrissian Dryden Vos

Episodes VII-IX

Finn Poe Dameron Ben Solo/Kylo

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The Hobbit/Lotr

Thranduil Thorin Kili Fili Bard Legolas Aragorn Eomer Faramir Elrond

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Fantastic Beasts: ((JK Rowling is a bigot and anything I write regarding the wizarding world is of my own imagination and a continuation of a world I want untainted by her bigotry))

Newt Scamander, Percival Graves *So far I have only seen the first movie

**I will possibly write for characters from Harry Potter or Marauders, such as the Weasley twins, Malfoy, Cedric, Remus, Sirius, etc. But if I do, it will be after they leave Hogwarts and are 18+.

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Star Trek AOS

Cpt. Jim Kirk Dr. Leonard McCoy Spock Montgomery “Scotty” Scott Pavel Chekov Hikaru Sulu Khan *please make sure to specify which Spock you are requesting for (Disco or AOS.)

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The Outsiders

Darrel “Darry” Curtis Maybe: Sodapop Curtis Dallas Winston ^^Aged Up

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Pirates of the Caribbean (1-4)

Captain Jack Sparrow Will Turner James Norrington Elizabeth Swann/Turner

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Magnificent Seven (2016)

Joshua Faraday Billy Rocks Goodnight Robicheaux Vasquez Red Harvest

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Maleficent I & II

Conall, Borra, Diaval, Maleficent

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The Man from U.N.C.L.E

Napoleon Solo Illya Kuryakin

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Kingsman: The Secret Service and The Golden Circle

Eggsy Unwin Hamish Mycroft “Merlin” Jack Daniels “Whiskey”

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Jane Austen/Period Movies:

Pride and Prejudice (1995 & 2005) Characters: Mr. Darcy and Mr Bingley (other characters if requested)

Mansfield Park (1999 & 2007) Character: Edmund Bertram

Sense and Sensibility (1995/2008) Character: Edward Ferrars

Emma (2009 & 2020) Character: Mr. Knightley

Persuasion (2007) Character: Captain Wentworth

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Outside Characters:

Actors who have multiple characters outside of the listed fandoms that I am willing to write for!

Charlie Hunnam:

Arthur (King Arthur: Legend of the Sword) Raymond Smith (The Gentlemen) William “Ironhead” Miller (Triple Frontier) **Will also write for Ben Miller

Oscar Isaac:

Santiago “Pope” Garcia (Triple Frontier)

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lifeofkaze · 2 years

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The Sky's the Limit

Summer Break Challenge, Day 4: Travel (1)

Ava Campbell x Charlie Weasley

Because *some* of my OCs (not Ava, Ava is lovely... most times) are impossible, today there will be not one but two stories for this prompt. The second will go live tonight to give this one here a little more room 💙

Find all the stories of this challenge here. This challenge was created by the lovely @usernoneexistent

“Where, in the name of Arthur, Merlin, and Morgana, are my gloves?”

Ava stood in the middle of the small, colourfully decorated room in the Burrow with her hands stemmed into her hips. Pursing her lips, her eyes wandered over the mess she had created on the hunt for her Curse-Breaker’s gloves. This chaos wasn’t helping; it wasn’t helping at all.

With a flick of her wand, she made the clothes and documents she had pulled from her bags sort themselves into neat piles and went through them methodically, one after the other.

Ava sighed frustratedly when she still couldn’t find what she had been looking for. If her gloves weren’t in Charlie’s old room, they could be anywhere in the Burrow; with Charlie’s younger siblings, a ghoul, and a plethora of garden gnomes on the loose, the possibilities where they could have gone in the last two weeks were endless.

Ava forced herself to breathe in deeply, pinching the bridge of her nose with her fingers as she exhaled. She wasn’t even halfway through her packing list, and the Portkey to Brazil would leave at the crack of dawn. She had been aware that bringing her equipment to the Burrow would be inefficient, to say the least, but she had missed Charlie too much to pass up on the chance to spend more time with him while they were both in the same country. With the constant hustle and bustle of the Weasley home, however, Ava had begun looking forward to the quiet solitude of the rainforest more and more.

Behind Ava, the door opened and Charlie peeked into the room. His eyebrows rose as he took in the piles of books, vials, scrolls and clothes scattered on every surface available. “Are you still packing?”

Ava gave him a dark look. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

“Turning my room into a bookstore.” Charlie eyed one of the knives lying on top of his desk sceptically. “Or a survival shop, I’m not quite sure yet.”

“Funny,” Ava replied flatly. “When you’re done, make yourself useful and help me find my gloves. I can’t find them anywhere.”

“Have you lost them?”

“Am I talking in riddles?” Ava snapped, regretting her irritated tone immediately. She took a deep breath. “Sorry. Yes, they appear to be lost. Godric knows where they are.”

“Have you tried summoning them?” Ava’s look was scalding, and Charlie quickly raised his hands placatingly. “Okay, okay. It was only a suggestion. Calm down.”

“I can calm down when I have my gloves. All I want is to get my packing done. Is that too much to ask?” Ava knew it wasn’t Charlie’s fault, but her whole schedule was messed up, she still had tons of things to think about and, come to think of it, she wasn’t even sure she had eaten anything since breakfast.

Charlie looked at her for a long moment. Then, he nodded to himself. “I think I have a solution for your problem,” he said as he slowly backed out of the room. “Wait right here. Don’t move.”

“What are you doing?” Ava called after him with a frown. “Charlie?”

“I’ll be right back!” was all she heard before his footsteps sounded on the creaking wooden steps.

It wasn’t long before Ava heard him coming back. Charlie entered his room with a mischievous smile and hands hidden behind his back. Pulling her head from the massive trunk she was stuffing with research notes, Ava gave him a sceptical look.

“Have you found my gloves?”

“No,” Charlie smirked, “even better.” He drew his hands to the front, and, despite herself, Ava had to stifle a chuckle. His hands were formed into bowls, filled to the brim with blackberries from the bushes in the Weasleys’ orchard. Holding the berries out to her, Ava picked one and put it in her mouth. It was still warm from the sun and tasted deliciously sweet. A smile forming on her face, Ava went to get another, but Charlie quickly moved his hands out of her reach.

“If you want more, you’ll have to come with me,” he grinned, walking backwards and away from her. Ava raised an eyebrow.

“You could just give them to me and let me work.”

“You work too much. The sun is shining and the blackberries are begging to be picked.” Even though he was facing backwards as he walked down the stairs, he never stumbled once. Despite the years he’d been living abroad, his feet still remembered the steps of his childhood home as if he were climbing them every day.

“You did a good job picking them for me,” Ava laughed, taking two steps at a time to catch up with him. “Give them to me!”

“If you want them, come and get them.”

Charlie turned, bounding down the stairs and outside through the kitchen door, Ava hot on his heels. She pursued him until they had reached the edge of the garden, where she stopped in surprise.

There, in the middle of the lawn, a picnic blanket was lying. A small basket was sitting on it, filled with more blackberries and various other pieces of fruit Charlie had picked from the orchard. Charlie took her by the hand and pulled her toward the blanket.

“You work too much,” he said again, not teasingly anymore. “You don’t take care of yourself. I don’t want you to waste this beautiful day by being stressed.”

“I am stressed if work gets left undone,” Ava sighed but let Charlie pull her down onto the blanket anyway. “Travelling for a living is only half as glamorous as it sounds.”

“Then let me take you travelling for fun,” Charlie said, sounding completely earnest. “No work, no packing, just you and me, here and now.”

Ava, who had been in the process of bringing another blackberry to her mouth, stopped mid-motion. “I hardly believe that’s possible.”

“Let’s just try, shall we?” Charlie winked and lay onto his back, motioning for Ava to do the same. After a moment’s hesitation and a handful more berries, she did as he had asked her to.

“And what now?”

“Now,” Charlie said, “we travel.”

Ava giggled. “How? And where?”

“So many questions,” Charlie said mysteriously. “The answer is so close. Where do you want to go?”

Curious where he was going with this, Ava thought about it for a moment. “The mountains,” she decided eventually.

“Fantastic. Close your eyes.”

“Charlie, honestly….”

“Trust me. Close your eyes.”

With a sigh, Ava closed her eyes. A shadow fell over her and she could smell the blackberries on Charlie’s breath as he gently blew against her face. She had to laugh at the sensation.

“Alright, open your eyes.”

Charlie moved back so that the sun was falling onto Ava’s skin again. She opened her eyes and squinted at the sudden brightness before casting a sceptical look around.

“Still looks very much like your parents’ garden. Not that I’m surprised,” she added with a wry chuckle.

“But it’s not,” Charlie insisted. “Look!” He pointed upwards into the cornflower-blue sky, over which big white clouds were drifting. “I can see a big mountain right there. Its peak is a little flat, but the slopes are steep. I bet you have the best view of the valleys from up there. It seems to be a little fuzzy on the one side, don’t you think?”

“Might be trees,” Ava smiled, crossing her arms behind her head. “Or shrubbery, depending on the altitude. There might even be snow on top.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Why not?”

“Because there’s obviously dragons living on this mountain, and when there’s dragons -”

“- the ambient temperature rises,” Ava finished his sentence with a grin. “Obviously.”

“You remember that?”

“Don’t act so surprised,” Ava laughed. “I couldn’t not remember if I tried. And I tried.”

“Why even would you want to forget something as essential as this?”

“Because even my brain only has so much room to spare for useless dragon facts.”

“Dragon facts,” Charlie declared matter-of-factly, “are never useless.”

Ava chuckled and leaned against Charlie’s chest as he draped his arm around her. “No, I guess not.”

They lay there for a bit, enjoying the sun and the smell of grass and honeysuckle as they watched the clouds drift by above their heads. It was comfortable silence they shared, each of them lost in their own thoughts.

“You know,” Ava said after a while. “One day, I’d like to travel with you.”

“I thought we are right now,” Charlie mumbled. He had his eyes closed, his face relaxed.

“I mean, for real,” Ava said and turned onto her stomach, watching how the sunlight caught in Charlie’s hair. “Not for work or visiting each other. A real adventure, with just you and me.”

“And where would you like to go?”

Ava’s eyes went back to the cloud she had been watching. “The sky’s the limit.”

Charlie opened his eyes and turned his head toward her. “Just you and I sounds lovely, no matter where we are. One day, we’ll do that.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

He leaned in to kiss her when his attention was drawn away by something rustling in the bushes. A moment later, a pair of gnomes flitted past, trailing something behind them that looked suspiciously like Ava’s missing gloves. Charlie sighed and got to his feet.

“The next adventure looks like I have some gnome hunting, it seems.”

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #charlie weasley #ava campbell #summer break challenge 2022

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Full Muse List

Tessa Storm OC [Multifandom] FC: Kat Mcnamara Shipping: Open wide (bisexual)

Max Storm OC [Multifandom] FC: Paul Bullion Shipping: Open Wide (bisexual)

Aegon I Targaryen Canon Character FC: Henry Cavill (As Geralt of Rivia) Shipping: Rhaenys, Visenya and Orys Baratheon

Aemond Targaryen Canon Character Shipping: Helaena, Aegon II, Jacaerys, Lucerys and Daemon

Aiden Canon Character Shipping: Lambert, other Witchers (wolf/cat school is prefered) male/female oc's when the chem feels right

Albus Potter Canon Character FC: Harry Gilby Shipping: Scorbus and Scorbus only!

Baldr Marvel and Myth mix FC: Jamie Campbell Bowers Shipping: Nanna, Loki; open to other male gods form different pantheons and male marvel characters/oc's, though this with pe established chemistry

Brahn OC FC: Laurence O'Fuarain Shipping: He's bi, but he is also socially awkward. He is lonely, love him!

Brandon Stark Canon Divergent Character (in HOTD canon he has passed away) FC: Gijs Blom Shipping: Open to male and female canon and oc characters

Brynden Rivers Canon Character FC: Jamie Campbell Bowers Shipping: Shierra Seastar, open to male and female muses, but with pre established chemistry

Clark Kent Canon character Shipping: Bruce Wayne, Arthur Currey, Barry Allen and Diana Prince

Credence Barebone Canon Character Alternative FC: Gijs Blom & Adam Driver Shipping: Nagini, Tina, Queenie, Leta, Percival, Newt, Grindelwald and Aberforth.

Cregan Stark Canon Character FC: Arnas Fedaravicios Shipping: None for now

Cynlaef Sihtricsen Canon Character Shipping: Aethelstan and Aelfwyn

Damien Luciferion OC FC: Adam Driver Shipping: Bi!

Draco Malfoy Canon Character Shipping: Luna Lovegood, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Blaise Zabini and with the right chem Astoria Greengrass

Eskel Canon Character (Game based only) Shipping: Geralt and Lambert

Faenor Canon Character Shipping: Nerdanel, his sons, his brothers and other elves (though the last only with prior chem and plotting)

Fili son of Garin Canon Character Shipping: Kili and Thorin

Finan the Agile Canon Character Shipping: Sihtric, Osferth, Uhtred and Eadith

Fjall Stoneheart Canon Character Shipping: Bi for all the companions and he would absolutely shove Eredin into a wall and raw him.

Freyr Marvel and Myth mix FC: Tom Hardy Shipping: OPEN WIDE, guy is pan, come at him!

Galahad Merlinion OC FC: Timothee Chalament Shipping: Bi

Geralt of Rivia Canon Character Shipping: Just here for Gerskel and maybe Geraskier

Gilliad Krum OC FC: Matthew Daddario Shipping: Homosexual

Harald Finehair Canon Character Shipping: Open to women

Harwin Strong Canon Character Shipping: Rhaenyra and Laenor, preferably poly, but seperate is cool too.

Helaena Targaryen Canon Character Shipping: Aemond (she will always be with Aemond, no matter the secondary ship) Jace and Aegon II

Jake Sully Canon Character Shipping: For now only Neytiri, once I've seen the second film I might change that

Jari Sihtricsen OC FC: Gijs Blom Shipping: Bi like his old man

Jon Snow (Jaehaerys III Targaryen) Canon Character Shipping: Robb Stark, Ygritte, Aegon VII, Rhaenys and Sansa Stark

Laenor Velaryon Canon Character Shipping: Poly with Harwin and Nyra, open to oc men with the right chem

Leonard Spencer-Moon Canon Character FC: Paul McGann Shipping: He is homosexual and open to OC lads

Loki Canon Character (Mostly marvel, but with Myth influences) Alternate FC: Jonathan Tucker Shipping: Any canon male avengers/norse god. Other gods/goddesses with prior plotiing/chemistry.

Lugh (Mad Sweeney) American Gods and Myth mix Shipping: Open mainly to other gods and goddesses

Luke Strong-Velaryon Canon Character Alternate FC: Harry Gilby Shipping: Aemond and Rhaena

Mars Ultor Mix of Myth and the Nicholas Flamel novels FC: Jason Momoa Shipping: Open wide, pansexual

Mordred Merlinion OC FC: Arnas Fedaravicius Shipping: Bi, and a slut

Natan of Rivia OC FC: Gijs Blom Shipping: Open, a bi boi

Neteyam Sully Canon Character Shipping: Ao'nung exclusively

Nicodemus Tyrell OC FC: Laurence O'Fuarain Shipping: Bisexual and Open!

Niklas OC FC: Timothee Chalament

Nyarlathotep Canon Character FC: Will Tudor; Elliot Knight; Moon Jongup; Woody Harrilson; Jennifer Morrison Shipping: He isn't very interested in sex, but not beyond experimenting, pan sexual, but he is very picky and everything has to be pre plotted, because he is not going to be a regular sex partner.

Oberyn Martell Canon Character Shipping: Open to a lot of canon characters, and maybe oc's, but with good chem. Unless it is Oscar Isaac, space sister stick together even in Westeros.

Osferth Canon Character Shipping: Finan, Sihtric, Edward, Uhtred, Eadith and maybe Aethelflaed.

Orys Baratheon Canon Character FC: Mark Rowley Shipping: Aegon I, Rhaenys I and Visenya

Remus Lupin Canon Character Young FC: Daniel Sharman Shipping: Sirius Black and Nymphadora Tonks, would also love this in poly form.

Rhaegar Targaryen Canon Character FC: Lee Pace (as Thranduil) Shipping: Lyanna Stark, Jon Connington, Oberyn Marell and Elia Martell

Ronald Weasley Canon Character Shipping: Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini

Sandor Clegane Canon Character Shipping: Sansa Stark

Sihtric Kjartansen Canon Character Shipping: Open wide, proud bi boyo! Tho I will commit literal word crimes for Finan, Osferth and Uhtred

Sirius Black Canon Character Young!FC: Ben Barnes Shipping: Remus Lupin, James Potter and Regulus Black

Steve Rogers Canon Character Shipping: Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark and Loki

Theseus Scamander Canon Character Shipping: Leta Lestrange, Newt Scamander and Lally

Tyr Myth and Marvel mix FC: Shawn Mendes Shipping: Open to male gods, male marvel characters and male ocs

Ubbe Canon Character Shipping: Hvitserk, Alfred and Torvi

Zaccai Oliver OC FC: Arnas Fedaravicius Shipping: Pan af!

#muse list #basic muse info

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oceanmusings · 2 years

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Original Character Masterlist - Fandoms

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Percy Jackson

Arely Wesseck | form

Fc - Natalia Dyer | Love Interest - Percy Jackson

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Marvel

MCU! Charlotte "Charlie" D'Angelo | form

Fc - Vanessa Marano | Love Interest - Michelle "MJ" Jones or Peter Parker

TASM! Charlotte "Lottie" D'Angelo | WIP

Fc - Emmy Rossum | Love Interest - Peter Parker or Michael "MJ" Jones

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Harry Potter

Anna Diggory | form

Fc - Liza Weil | Love Interest - George Weasley

Karina Carter | WIP

Fc - Zendaya | Love Interest - Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter

Athena Owens | WIP

Fc - Jenny Walser | Love Interest - Fluer Delacour

Marauders

Ava-Rose Wyatt | form

Fc - Holland Roden | Love Interest - James Potter

Devyn Edwards | WIP

Fc - Eliza Scanlen | Love Interest - Remus Lupin

Reese Sudsworth | WIP

Fc - Joseph Quinn | Love Interest - Sirius Black

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The Walking Dead

Jennifer "JD" Moore | form

Fc - Jodie Comer | Love Interest - Daryl Dixon or Michonne Hawthorne

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Teen Wolf

Adam Dorian | WIP

Fc - Milo Ventimiglia | Love Interest - Allison Argent

Avery Primula | WIP

Fc - Sarah Ramos | Love Interest - Lydia Martin

Amelia "Amy" Primula | WIP

Fc - Mae Whitman | Love Interest - Isaac Lahey

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Red Dead Redemption

Emmaline Nielson | form

Fc - Jessica Brown Findlay | Love Interest - Arthur Morgan

Delilah Matthews | WIP

Fc - Rosamund Pike | Love Interest - Sadie Adler

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Stranger Things

Daisy Hopper | form

Fc - Florence Pugh | Love Interest - Robin Buckley

Paige Evans | WIP

Fc - Kate Hudson | Love Interest - Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Richie Campbell (oc)

Francis Levin | WIP

Fc - Aidan Gallagher | Love Interest - Will Byers

Viviane "Viv" Owens | WIP

Fc - Talia Ryder | Love Interest - Robin Buckley

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Criminal Minds

Arwen Valentine | form

Fc - Imogen Poots | Love Interest - Spencer Reid

Michaela " Mika" Briggs | WIP

Fc - Tatiana Maslany | Love Interest - Emily Prentiss

Dana Hart | WIP

Fc - Deborah Ann Woll | Love Interest - All

(unnamed) Perkins | WIP

Fc - Ashley Johnson | Love Interest - Emily Prentiss

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Switched at Birth

Adalia Parker | WIP

Fc - Holly Marie Combs | Love Interest - Kathryn Kennish

Cora Shepard | WIP

Fc - Haylay Williams | Love Interest - Tobey Kennish

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Supernatural

Lenore "Lori" Holt | form

Fc - Krysten Ritter | Love Interest - Dean Winchester or Charlie Bradbury

Virginia "Gigi" Rivers | WIP

Fc - Alyssa Milano | Love Interest - Castiel or Sam Winchester

Beau Rivers | WIP

Fc - Colin O'Donoghue | Love Interest - Bela Talbot

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Stalking Jack The Ripper Series

Morgan Nielson | WIP

Fc - Darci Shaw | Love Interest - Audrey Rose Wadsworth

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The Grishaverse

Stafford Lantsov | WIP

Fc - Harrison Osterfield | Love Interest - Genya Safin

Elisa Volkov | WIP

Fc - Mathilde Ollivier | Love Interest - Nikolai Lantsov

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Baldurs Gate 3

Prisma Daerel | WIP

Fc - drawing/game character | Love Interest - Shadowheart or Gale

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antifictionsfiction · 2 years

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Masterlist & all you need to know

Below the cut you’ll find links to all of my fics, info about my writing, tags etc. and a list of characters I’m planning to write about. Since this blog’s new, I’ll be adding a lot more to this post as I go.

If you have questions that aren’t answered here, please don’t hesitate to ask me!

Masterlist

1) Alfred Molina characters

Worth the Free Admission (Arthur H. Cartwright x gn!reader) - Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 OR read it on AO3

Characters I currently have ideas for

If you’d especially like to read any of these, let me know and I’ll start working on it sooner :)

1) Alfred Molina characters

Rahad Jackson (Boogie Nights)

Aubrey Fields (Frankenstein’s Monster’s Monster, Frankenstein)

Sir Jeremy Burtom (The Impostors)

2) Various movie characters

Carmine Falcone (John Turturro, The Batman)

Snooty Usher (Bruce Campbell, Spider-Man 2)

Monte (David Bowie, The Linguini Incident)

J. Jonah Jameson (J.K. Simmons, Raimi Spider-Man trilogy)

Tags, warnings etc.

Info you’ll find before all of my fics:

fandom

pairing (usually x reader) and reader’s/OC’s gender

other specifics of the ‘reader’ character mentioned in the fic (their age, any physical descriptions other than clothes etc.)

tags and warnings - any content that I find worth mentioning or possible sensitive topics

POV - I usually go for second or first person POVs for my fics (these feel the most natural for stories with a gender neutral protagonist)

I also use tags that can be filtered for reader’s gender and rating and I’ll tag any more serious content warnings. If you’d like me to tag a specific CW or TW you want to avoid, please, let me know! While I try to tag carefully, I might miss something that you aren’t comfortable reading - I’ll happily add or alter tags to make my stories more accessible.

Requests?

I don’t really take requests - not because I don’t like them, I just prefer writing longer stories and to be honest, requests would probably take me weeks or months to complete in addition to my own ideas.

BUT I’ll definitely ask for suggestions and preferences for new stories based on my ideas from time to time. Instead of requests, I’d like to call this brainstorming - my askbox is open to any ideas and suggestions, you can even ask me for advice with your own stories or just talk to me about something I’ve already written :))

What I write (additional info)

reader is always gender neutral

OCs can be any gender and sexuality - you can make suggestions for this! (most of my OCs tend to be bi, but that’s not a rule, just personal preference haha)

usually comedic / odd romance or platonic relationships in strange setting

some works will be slightly NSFW, though I’m not a great writer of smut, so you can expect suggestive stuff rather than straight up p*rn

I’m a sucker for character development and psychology, so expect a lot of issues and characters dealing with them

I’m very partial to topics and settings related to the arts, so many of my characters will be artists, musicians, actors, etc.

#writing info #antifictionsfiction

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pebblysand · 2 years

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[FIC MASTERLIST]

A LOUISVILLE SLUGGER TO BOTH HEADLIGHTS (Harry/OC) (Post-war) (AU) (POV: Harry Potter) (<5k)

The truth is, that year, it feels like he’s not had a crush like that since he was a teenager, or fallen in love like that since Ginny. His therapist encourages him, says he is ready for this, but he is shy again, and burnt, like he is kissing a girl for the first time and the idea of trying something with Sheila feels like jumping off a broom at full speed. ‘What if it fails?’ he asks. ‘Then, you learn something else.’ (Or: the love story between Harry and his wife, Sheila, inspired by this tumblr post.)

CASTLES (Gen) (Post-War) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Harry Potter) (WIP)

To him, the spring of '98 is about sex and funerals. (Or: the big, bold, rocky, and epic post-war story.)

CE NE SONT QUE DES CAILLOUX (Bill/Fleur) (Lightning Era) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Fleur Delacour) (< 5k)

Ici, les nuages se mélangent à l’eau, she tells Gabby, describing the way the clouds and the sea blur into the horizon, the wind and the light sand, the beauty of the fifty-meter-high cliffs and the grass that, even in the summer, never burns. J’espère que tu pourras venir bientôt, she writes and lies (lieslieslies), often, because God knows she does not, in fact, hope that her sister will be able to come soon. With all her might, with everything that she holds dear and all the courage that she can muster, Fleur prays to all that is holy that Gabby never, ever, sets foot here. (Here is a place where house-elves die, where the tremors run down Hermione’s spine, and it is not a place for a child.) (Or: a piece about Fleur, choices, love, and bravery.)

THE FAULT IN FAULTY MANUFACTURING (Seamus/Dean) (Lightning Era) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Seamus Finnigan) (< 30k)

At the pub, the walls were painted a pine shade of green, the white of the ceiling exhausted by an old leak, frames dangling off nails, slightly tilted. John F. Kennedy having a pint, Ollie Campbell in dirty shorts and an Irish jersey, the tricolour flag hanging from behind the bar and a fading print of Poblacht Na hEireann by the door. On game days, drunk and rowdy middle-aged men would congregate to watch Mayo lose every GAA final since 1951. They called it the ‘Mayo curse’ and the legend had it that after the team’s last triumph, the bus escorting the heap of victorious players had passed a funeral cortege on the road, and failed to pay proper respects. A catholic priest had placed a curse as punishment, and the county never won a final again. So, come to think of it, maybe that’s why Dad never minded Mam’s post-wedding revelations much. In Ireland, even the Muggles believed in magic. (Or: Seamus Finnigan's full life story, in just over 27,000 words.)

LIKE FIRE IN THE RAIN (Harry/Ginny) (Deathly Hallows) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Ginny Weasley) (< 1k)

‘Dare,’ he speaks his response in a breath; she feels the air against her cheek and laughs, teasingly draws up the long list of her demands, dirty suggestions that make his pulse quicken when her gaze catches his. (Or: teenagers playing truth or dare)

PICK ME, CHOOSE ME, LOVE ME (Harry/Ginny) (Post-War) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Ginny Weasley) (< 3k)

Regardless, it so happens that in Grey’s Anatomy, the first hot one dies in a plane crash and the second hot one dies in a car accident which permanently puts Ginny off any and all means of Muggle transportation. Even dragons feel safer, at this point. (Or: Harry, Ginny, fluff and a TV).

THE RARE FIRING OF WILD CANONS (Harry/Ginny) (Post-War) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Harry Potter) (< 3k)

The day they got married, the only piece of advice that Molly and Arthur imparted upon them was to never go to bed angry. That was clearly a waste of time, all things considered, because whenever they do fight, they go to bed fucking livid, as a matter of fact, and once, he even sleeps on Hermione and Ron’s couch ten nights in a row. By the eleventh, Hermione crosses her arms over her chest. ‘You’ve got children together, Harry,’ she reminds him. ‘So, get fuck off my sofa.’ (Or: Harry, Ginny and a crash course in conflict resolution.)

ROLL CALL (Harry/Ginny) (Post-War) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Minerva McGonagall) (Castles universe) (<500)

(Drabble about McGonagall's reaction to Ginny missing her N.E.W.T.s exams in Castles)

SLIPPED (AND SAID SOMETHING SORT OF LIKE YOUR NAME) (Harry/Ginny) (Post-War) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Ginny Weasley) (< 10k)

Through all of it, Harry stands at the back of the room. He stares straight ahead, quiet, hands shoved deep inside the pockets of the Gryffindor jumper that someone’s lent him. Very few of his things are truly his, these days. The morning after they got back, Ginny watched him from her bedroom window, up at four o’clock in the morning. He walked out of the house like he didn’t want to be in it and burnt all the clothes that Hermione had packed months ago in her tiny, beaded bag. ‘It all smells like damp,’ he said. Like blood, like fear and like the war. (Or: Harry, Ginny, the kids, and the way they deal with the impact that Tom has had on their lives. Written for an anon Tumblr prompt. This is the one in which they award themselves a new start.)

SPRING ROLLS, PIZZAS AND CURRIES (Harry/Ginny) (Post-War) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Harry Potter) (<1k)

And Ginny, who asked why he couldn't sleep, that night, watched him puff cigarette smoke out the window. 'I'm nervous,' he said. 'I'm the one giving birth,' she laughed. 'What kind of father do you think I'll be?' (Or: Harry, a slice of domesticity, and fatherhood.)

SUNSHINE (Harry/Ginny) (Deathly Hallows) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Harry Potter) (< 1k)

'I'm burning, aren't I? (Or: a drabble on the passage of time)

VICIOUS AS ROMAN RULE (Harry/Ginny) (Lightning Era) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Ginny Weasley) (< 3k)

She will sit in the common room, at the table by the window, staring at the leaves, watching them turn golden - then stolen, by November and the winds - and she will wonder if the bruises, the sleeplessness and the fear have robbed her of her thoughts, the same way Tom did. (Or: Ginny’s Hallows in future tense)

WATCH (THE MINUTES TICK, TICK, TICK AND WE COULDN'T SAVE YOU) (Gen) (Deathly Hallows) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Multiple) (< 3k)

At this point, Voldemort can have it all. (Or: The Forest Again, viewed from the Great Hall.)

WE ONLY SAID GOODBYE WITH WORDS (I DIED A HUNDRED TIMES) (Gen) (Post-War) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Mia Williams) (Castles universe) (< 3k)

'It's okay,' she said. 'Don't be scared.' She felt stupid again - talking to herself. (Or: Mia in Paris. A short snapshot.)

THE WOLF'S JUST A PUPPY (AND THE DOOR'S DOUBLE-LOCKED) (Harry/Ginny) (Post-War) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Ginny Weasley) (< 5k)

'I would like to be seventeen,' Luna said - that slightly dreamy tone of hers, always. Sometimes, all they wanted, back then, was for a moment of peace that never came, for the scared, second-year boy that sat in the corner of the room with his arms wrapped around his knees, to finally stop crying. 'Here, it's for you,' Luna smiled, dropping the ring into Ginny's palm, a piece of gravel charmed to be mounted like a gemstone. It resembled the face of a horse. 'It's after your Patronus.' Ginny nodded, that night, tried to force a smile over her features, something that meant: thank you. She slipped the ring down the fourth finger of her left hand and thought of her Patronus. Thought of Harry, too. (Or: Harry, Ginny and the year after the war.)

LISTENING TO THAT ANGEL CHOIR (Fiona/Adam) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Wes Carter) (< 10k)

When Wes's childhood ends, it does so with a bang and no whimpers (Or: a lesson in resilience, and overcoming tragedies, by Wes Carter).

OF CHILDREN AND GHOSTS (Ros/Adam) (AU) (POV: Ros Meyers) (< 3k)

Wes looks so much like Adam he seems fake. (Or: fundamentally the exact same idea as the other fic, but written 10 years before when I didn't write as well lol)

CHILDREN (Martha/Clive) (Post-Canon) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Martha Costello) (< 150k)

'Whatever we are', she thinks, and it rings true, in her ear, like Billy's words used to when he called them 'the kids' and invented them as an item, as an 'us' bubbling under their skin. (Or: a finished 142k words tale that fixes everything. Post S3.)

DAISIES (Martha/Clive) (Post-Canon) (Canon Compliant) (< 4k)

Chris Pratt and Jennifer Lawrence nonsensically battled against the wraths of a broken spaceship while the both of them fought for control over a bag of popcorn – she'd wanted to see 'I, Daniel Blake' and he'd pushed for 'La La Land' so at least, she laughed, a compromise had been reached. (Or: a bit of Clive/Martha fluff).

WHEELS ON A TRICYCLE (Martha/Clive) (Canon Era) (Canon Compliant & AU) (POV: Martha Costello)

A collection of Silk three-sentence stories, previously posted on tumblr.

TRUTH (Tommy/Grace ; Tommy/May) (Post S3 AU) (POV: Tommy Shelby) (< 10k)

‘Make us safe,’ Grace’s voice had ordered — Major Grace, the only one who outranks a Captain. (Or: an AU picture of how the space of time between S3 and S4 could have gone, written before S4.)

BEFORE (Alicia Florrick/Will Gardner) (Dramatics, Your Honor) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Will Gardner)

He used not to know her.

CANNONBALLS (Alicia Florrick/Will Gardner) (AU) (POV: Will Gardner)

She says it's romantic because it didn't happen, that if it had, it would just have been life. He thinks she's uncharacteristically wrong because bad timing is exactly that: life, life getting in the way.

DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT (Alicia Florrick/Will Gardner) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Will Gardner)

As soon as K's gone, he dials Alicia's cell anyway, but it goes straight to voicemail and he doesn't leave a message. He tries not to do that kind of thing anymore. (Kind of A/P if you want to think about it in those terms, although frankly, it is more of a sad A/W fic than anything else.)

DREAMS (Alicia Florrick/Finn Polmar) (Post 5x15) (Canon Compliant) (POV: Finn Polmar)

Sometimes, he's faster, better, presses harder on his wounds and he saves him. (Once!Universe, sort of.)

HORSES MADE OF STICKS (Alicia Florrick/Will Gardner) (AU) (Post 5x15) (POV: Alicia Florrick)

We rode on horses made of sticks.

LITTLE WORDS (Multiple)

A collection of TGW three-sentence stories and other drabbles, previously posted on tumblr.

MISSING WILL (Alicia Florrick/Will Gardner) (Post 5x15) (Canon Conpliant) (POV: Multiple)

It’s the river that overflows, the water that splashes on the table as it slips through the cracks on a plastic glass. It’s in dreams and the pills, and the pills that kill the dreams and the awkward silence of birds waiting for a storm. It’s three shots, like thunder.

MISTAKES (Alicia Florrick/Finn Polmar) (Post 5x15) (AU) (POV: Finn Polmar)

He was about to leave, earlier, and that might have been a mistake. He started to move away from under her cheek but 'stay', she muttered, low against his chest. He did.

ONCE (Alicia Florrick/Will Gardner) (Georgetown Era) (POV: Will Gardner)

It happened once, a long time ago. They were kids and it didn't matter. (Somewhat hopeful post 4x19 fic).

THE THING THAT WILL LIKES (Alicia Florrick/Will Gardner) (Season 3) (POV: Will Gardner)

Fuck, he thinks, he really likes Alicia Florrick. (Morning after Closing Arguments.)

BEFORE THE SADNESS KILLS THEM BOTH (House/Cuddy)

Nobody lasts forever. Huddy. (Or: this was honestly written so long I've no idea what it's about)

BOXES (Jack/Sam)

Honestly, this is So Old, what are you doing here? I was 16.

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