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sweetiecutie · 1 year

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Pairing: husband! Tom Riddle x fem! wife! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, kinda public sex but there’s no one around, fluff!!, kinda domestic and soft, inaccurate bc there’s no way sexy two pieces existed back in the 1950’s💀, once again my horrible knowledge of basic grammar

A/n: really felt like writing lil something for hubby Tom🥰 Sorry for disappearing for such a long period, I have lots of cool ideas and drafts but my adhd never allows me to finish any on them;( Anyways, wish you a very pleasant reading and hope you enjoy💖

It was a sultry sunny day, the kind you experience in the middle of September, when calendar summer is already gone but the sun still gladdened people with last warm days.

It took you only a few days of bothering and fake accusation of not loving you to convince your husband Tom to finally take a day off from his job at ‘Borgin and Burkes’ and go have some fun together on a beach. He was grumpy and pouty for the first half an hour, but then seemed to accept his fate, indulging your little whims and wishes.

You didn’t manage to talk him into taking a swim together, no matter how hard you tried, but Tom did, eventually, took his shoes off and rolled up the cuffs of his trousers, standing ankles-deep into warm sea water, watching you dive and dork around in salty waves.

You were currently laying on your side on a soft picknick blanket facing Tom, left arm bent in elbow, head propped up on your hand, your eyes lazily wandering all over your husband’s side profile. He was laying on his back right next to you, arms thrown behind his head, nape resting on his palms.

Tom had changed. The juvenile plushness was long gone from his cheeks, instead leaving place for his sharp jawline and protuberant cheekbones. His hair was a slightest bit longer than it used to be during your school years, framing his pale face in dark silky waves. You noticed how he was nibbling on the inside of his bottom lip ever so slightly - a telltale sign that Tom was thinking intensely about something faraway. You fought the urge to trace the outline of his nose with gentle fingertips, knowing perfectly well how grouchy and whiny he’ll get at this action.

Your eyes wandered lower, taking in his outfit - even despite the scorching sun and high air temperature Tom refused to ditch his usual suit trousers and, this time, baby-blue shirt - instead opting to undo quite a few buttons, allowing a generous view on his pale chest.

A sudden idea visited your mind so you sat up from your semi-lying position, throwing one leg over Tom’s hips, settling yourself atop his pelvis comfortably. Your nimble fingers ran up his chest, caressing exposed areas of his skin with tender touches, all the way to his face, cradling it softly in your hands; you leaned down to scatter small kisses all over his cheeks, nose and lips.

- Y/n, what are you doing? - Tom chided you softly, the corners of his lips tugging up in slightest of smiles, even though it was pretty obvious that he was unpleased with you interrupting his thoughts.

- Trying to seduce you, - you replied stoically, not a hint of embarrassment nor unease could be heard in your purring voice.

- Right here? - Tom asked, you could hear his voice rising just a slightest bit, giving out his astonishment.

- Yeah, why not? - you said offhandedly, your lips stretching in a cheeky smile, gazing down at your husband mischievously.

- What if someone sees us? - Tom rose yet another question, cocking one of his perfect eyebrows at you.

You made a show of looking around the deserted beach, not spotting a single soul being around; not only this place was secluded by dangerously high cliffs, making it extremely hard for reaching, but also the fact that it was Wednesday - a middle of a working week - reduced chances of anyone being around to zero.

You brought your sight back to Tom, shrugging your shoulders theatrically:

- I can’t see nor hear anyone, Tommy. - one of your hands reached behind your back, gripping on the straps of your two-piece swimming suit, tugging on it slowly, un-doing the tight knot. You didn’t bother to untie the second knot on your neck, instead deciding to pull the bra off over your head, throwing it teasingly on top of your husband’s chest. - I think you’re just being a buzzkill that you are, Riddle.

You made an accent on the last word, watching Tom’s eyes wander to your now exposed tits, noticing your hardened from still unpleasantly damp fabric of your bra nipples. You cupped your breasts, pinching your nubs with thumbs and index fingers, all while slightly rocking your hips against Tom’s clothed groin, sighing erotically at the slight friction it created against your clit.

You repeated your movements a few more times, circling and swaying your hips so sensually, putting more pressure into your thrusts, increasing a pleasant feeling against both your sexes. You peeked down at Tom through your eyelashes, noting the way his chiseled jaw clenched, his dark eyes never leaving your perfect body.

You smiled widely at his hungry stare, leaning down to place a soft kiss on his chopped from salty sea wind lips - he kissed you back almost immediately. Tom’s hands came from under his nape, picking your bra from his chest and tossing it aside before coming to rest on your waist, thumbs pressing gentle circles into your heated skin.

His slim fingers wandered all over your body, eventually reaching your plushy thighs - rough fingertips glided up and down your skin, rising herds of goosebumps in their wake, stopping on your ass, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

You could feel Tom’s dick hardening at your simple manipulations, his bulge growing noticeably bigger in his pants, rubbing against your soft ass with every smallest move you made. You didn’t bother taking Tom’s trousers off, just undoing his zipper and pulling his semi-hard dick out of his underwear. You wrapped your fingers around his shaft, pumping it slowly a few times, your eyes never breaking an eye contact.

You straightened up, standing on your knees; you struggled quite a bit while taking off your bottoms, since this position wasn’t the most comfortable. You heard Tom muttering quiet ‘oh god’ under his breath in feigned annoyance, obviously teasing you, for which you lightly smacked him on the chest.

Once done and completely naked you slightly scooted forward so that your awaiting pussy was hovering right above Tom’s heavy cock. You gave him a few more jerks before leading it to your slicked folds, sliding them along his throbbing shaft, properly slicking him up with your juices. After a few more moments you aligned his swollen tip with your pulsing entrance, lowering your hips slowly, gently sinking onto his length. A satisfied sigh left both of you once Tom was fully buried inside of your quivering warmth, your ass pressed tightly against his thighs.

His broad hands came to rest on the swell of your hips, molding and playing with soft flesh in between his long fingers. You let out a small whimper as you could feel Tom’s cock stuffing you full, his tip was pressed against your cervix so deliciously, all along with a pleasant stretch on your plushy walls.

You rose your hips carefully, still adjusting to your current position, sliding off half of his length, and sank back down onto his cock, providing such desired friction. You watched his adam’s apple bob as Tom swallowed heavily, and you repeated your actions a few more times, until you found a comfortable rhythm, impaling yourself over and over again on his steady cock.

Your hands came to rest on Tom’s chest, supporting yourself against his body, back arching at the pleasant feeling of his dick grazing all the right spots inside of your throbbing pussy. Soft moans spilled out of your lips as one of Tom’s hands went down to play with your clit, skillfully circling and massaging swollen nub with the tips of his fingers. Your head lolled back, a loud cry of your husband’s name rolled off your tongue as you quickened the pace of your thrusts, rocking against him so passionately.

Tom rested one hand on your nape, putting a bit of pressure into his touch, indicating for you to lean down. You did so, lowering your torso until your chest was pressed flush against his; your lips found his in a matter of moments, connecting in a fervid kiss, his tongue slithering into your mouth, making you gasp in surprise.

Your loud moan was swallowed by Tom’s greedy mouth as he unexpectedly thrusted his hips up into your perfect squelching pussy from underneath; his free hand was gripping onto your waist tightly, fixating you into this position. You broke your kiss, burying your flushed face into the crook of his neck as his hips picked up a quick pace, fucking your pussy raw with his throbbing cock.

- Yeah? You like that, you little minx? - Tom rasped into your ear, his lips brushed against your ear shell, making you tremble slightly. You nodded your head ‘yes’ fervently, leaving open-mouthed kisses all over the side of his neck.

- I love it so much, Tommy. Please, don’t stop, please, please, - you babbled out incoherently, your mind hazed and barely working from intense pleasure rolling through your body in waves.

Tom slid his hand from your nape and along your spine, all the way down to your jiggly ass, especially relishing to grab and mold your pliable flesh with his fingers. The hard, smooth strokes of his cock inside your slicked pussy caused ecstasy to well up inside you, your body prickling, almost painfully, in foretaste of a nearing orgasm.

Your hands grabbed on Tom’s biceps, you could feel his muscles flexing underneath your touch. You bit down onto his shoulder, eliciting a quiet hiss from the man underneath you, knowing how much he disliked when you left hickeys in such obvious places. His hand left your waist to slide in between your pressed bodies, fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight circles onto it, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

- Tom, ‘m gonna cum, ‘m gonna cum, please don’t stop, - you mumbled into his skin, hot and bothered, and you felt him nod at your words, his hips picking up faster pace, snapping loudly against your pliant body.

White stars hit your vision, as you felt your orgasm rippling through your trembling form, setting every nerve in your body on fire in intense pleasure. You didn’t register all the moans and pleadings slipping past your lips as you babbled in your euphoria, your quivering pussy along with dirty words only brought Tom closer to his own release.

Tom followed you soon enough, cumming with a groan and a low moan of your name, dumping his thick load deep inside of you. You laid rigid atop him, both of you trying to catch your breaths, listening to the soft whisper of wind and sea. Surprisingly, Tom was the one who broke the comfortable silence:

- A few more moments and I’d go deaf on one ear, - Tom commented and you didn’t understand what he was talking about. It took you a few moments to realize that all this time you were moaning and screaming uncontrollably mere centimeters away from his ear, surely causing a lot of discomfort, especially knowing how sensitive man was to any sort of noises.

You chuckle airily, muttering quiet ‘sorry, darling’ under your breath, your hand going up to comb your fingers through his silky, now knotted, hair, massaging his scalp lovingly.

Dragging Tom all the way here was definitely a good decision.

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anonymooseforever007 · 1 year

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Ring Around the Roses

(Alfie Solomons x female reader)

Summary: Attempting to get away from the Shelby party chaos, Alfie and his wife sneak off into Tommy's garden for a little fun. It isn't until the next morning they discover the consequences of their actions and Alfie has to remind his wife what their marriage is really about.

A/N-Hi Y'all! Possible TW's for only the end of this include Mentions of death, Unhealthy coping habits and self blame! Also this is for K's (@runnning-outof-time) 3K celebration! Congratulations you're amazing and I love seeing you on here❤️❤️❤️ I hope you like this! I haven't done a celebration before really but I saw your theme and the idea spring into my head. Despite the warnings it's mostly fluffy until the time skip! Also there's one part that implies smut but none actually written! Enjoy ❤️

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"Are you sure we can do this out here?"

"Do what dovey? I'm just taking a nice little stroll with my darling wife aren't I? Letting her get a quiet break from all those heathens inside."

You scoffed, knocking into your husband's side gently as the pair of you walked through the garden. For a man who seemed particularly fond of dark colours, Thomas Shelby's garden was particularly vibrant.

"Oh hush, you only call them heathens because you're too scared to use the word friend."

"FRIEND!" Alfie scoffed while kicking at a particularly beautifully tulip that just happened to be nearby, just to prove his point. "No no no Dovey, THEY are not my friends, yeah. If I were to pick anyone to be my friend it certainly would not be ANY of them."

You only rolled your eyes and shot a knowing smirk in his direction. For all your husband's spite and trickery, you knew he really did have a soft spot for the Shelby family.

"Alright love, I believe ya. That's absolutely why you immediately declined the invitation to come here tonight isn't it. Burned it in the fireplace correct? Told me not to put it in the calendar? Because you don't have plans at being anything other than vicious enemies is that right? The pie I brought tonight was a death threat wasn't it? Did you slip in some arsenic into the powdered sugar?"

Rolling his eyes at your teasing, Alfie couldn't help but smile as he watched you laugh at your own joke. Continuing your path through the garden you mindlessly reached back a hand for your husband a few steps behind. A clear indication of what you wanted. What you always wanted. Slipping his hand between yours, he let you drag him through the bushes, further from the party. With each step he could see you relax a bit more, as you enjoyed the scene around you.

"Is it quieter out here Dovey?"

Smiling softly, you only nodded your head before reaching out gently to touch the leaves of a nearby bush. Though the party was fun, it had gotten a bit loud and in the growing chaos you needed some air. So while Tommy and Polly were distracted trying to convince Arthur and Finn not to throw Michael in the lake, you and your husband had slipped outside.

"Alfie, we should plant a garden of our own I think."

"Is that right Dovey? Does my lady want some bushes of her own to trim doesn't she?"

"I think we could get some nice rose bushes. I've always loved those."

"Roses, is that it? You got a feeling about those prickly little parasites don't ya Dovey? I never got why you liked them."

Chuckling you sat on the edge of a nearby wall as your husband dug his feet in the ground. You knew exactly why Alfred hated roses, and it still amused you to this day.

It happened years ago, around the time you'd first gotten together. This was before Alfie was even able to grow a beard, and all his kisses resulted in a scratchy scruff that prickled your face. Way back when boxing was still his main pastime instead of "baking", both kinds actually and these days your husband finally knew how to make a decent muffin. In an effort to be romantic, he'd shown up at your work one day with a nice bouquet of roses. They were lovely flowers and you were immensely elated by the gesture, and especially amused since he'd bought the flowers from that very shop only the day before too.... However it was a shame you never got the chance to put them in water. See, somewhere between the ten steps it took to get from the door to your table, he had tripped and fallen flat on the ground. Don't worry, his face hadn't hit the hard ground, it was cushioned....by the thorny roses. Maybe it was a good thing the thorns had left so many bloody scratches. It meant you weren't able to tell his face had turned as red as the roses petals now surrounding him. Instead of the romantic date he wanted to take you on, the evening was spent with you dapping the cuts on his face with a damp cloth while he started at the wall, contemplating every life choice he'd ever made. That was the night Alfred Solomons decided he'd never trust a rose ever again. Not even the ones his darling wife sought to plant in her gardens.

"Alfie, come on! Roses aren't that bad, just because you had a little slip up years ago doesn't mean they all hate you."

Standing by up again, you held out your arms towards Alfie as music began to reach the garden. Shaking his head lightly, he set down his cane and took your arms, fully confident you'd be there to support him if his hip got too bad. You and Alfie had yet to dance tonight, caught up talking with others (which was really just your doing) and pointing out everyone who'd gotten too drunk and was trying piss in the plants. It wasn't something either of your minded to badly, the large crowds of people tended to make you feel a bit nervous and Alfie occasionally had a hard time keeping rhythm because of his hip. So most of your dancing was done in the back corners of the ballroom or privately in your kitchen, waiting for the midnight snacks to be done.

However tonight, it seems you'd be dancing in Thomas Shelby's garden. Slowly but happily, you waltzed closely with your husband, stepping around the fountain and laughing as he stopped to twirl you ever few seconds. Other than the music from the house and the gentle crunches of your shoes beneath the gravel path, the world was silent. When the song ended your husband gave you a gentle kiss and stepped back, though he was still holding you in his arms. Looking up above yourselves, you saw the constellations fitting the night sky.

"Ohh Alfie! Look at them! Aren't they beautiful?"

Beaming, you grinned up at the stars twinkling down on you before moving from your husband to a smaller empty plot of ground. You suspected that something was to be planted there soon, but paid no mind to the grime that would get on your skirt as you settled down to sit in the dirt. It was a nice little spot, right next to the rocky path and dug out in a manner that was lined on three sides by tall hedges. To anyone looking out if the mansion, the little alcove would have been completely invisible.

"What are ya doing now Dovey? Is this the thing you said we shouldn't be doing?" Alfie teased you from where he was still standing.

"I just wanna sit and watch the stars for a bit. Come," remaining seated you patted the spot next to you, "Join me."

Alfie walked over to the spot but when he got there, he only raised an eyebrow at you and tapped his hip with the cane. You stared for a moment and then it clicked. Laughing slightly at your forgetfulness, you stood up, bowing dramatically, and held out your arm.

"Right right, I forget you have the hip of an overworked, ninety seven year old parlor dancer. Shall I assist you to the ground my dear sir?"

Alfie only grumbled, but his eyes twinkled as you teased him. If anyone else had made the comment they'd have been dead before they blinked, but you were different. Alfred Solomons was capable of many things, but some nights when his hip got bad, he needed help moving around more, especially if it meant going from standing to sitting on the ground. You were happy to help of course, but being married for over a decade didn't mean the pair of you were above lightly poking fun of the other. Only two years ago, you had accidentally scratched part of your eye and needed to wear an eyepatch for five weeks. The first thing Alfie had done when you walked out of the examination room and asked if he could get food for dinner, was reply with "does patchy wanted a cracker" in reference to the one eyed parrot you'd seen in a film the month before. It was just something you'd always done together even before you started dating. A dark humor you both shared, as if joking about the hurt could make it better.

Holding his other arm, you gently helped your husband lower himself to the ground, squeezing his hand comfortingly when he let out a small groan. After helping your husband take a seat, you settled into your own again, leaning your head on his shoulder as you looked to the heavens.

"You aren't really gonna plant roses are ya Love? What if something happens to them?"

"Like what? You assault them with your face again?"

"....Maybe? But like why do you really enjoy them? I still don't see the charm."

Sighing, you shifted your gaze and looked your husband in the eyes. One of your hands moved up to his face, as you gently caresses the one spot on his face that refused to grow hair like the rest of his beard. You knew it was another old war wound, but this was actually one he had yet to tell you the story of. Gazing into his eyes a few moments more, you then changed positions so you were seated across his lap, one leg in either side of his.

"Why do I love roses?....Their petals are as soft as their thorns are sharp and given the right hand, their climb up any wall in their path. Not only that but their petals can have many uses for food or paint or even my blush. That means they are able to change their usefulness based off their situation at hand. They are able to adapt, nor are the helpless. Some people say the point of the thorns is to choke out anything else threatening to take the roses' livelihood." you gently held your husbands face between your hands as you continued, "I like roses because they remind me of you Alfie. Because they are beautiful, and strong, and dangerous. You are a gorgeous and strong man, and I know how badly you try to protect me every day. You are so kind to me, but I know how far you'll go for me. I would go just as far for you. You are my rose Alfred Solomons and so I love them as all they remind me of you."

Alfie was quiet for a moment, observing what you'd said. His hands sat on your waist, thumbs rubbing gently in your sides.

"You saying I'm like a fucking flower Dovey, is that it?"

"Yeah, you're my flower though."

"....Alright."

"....You know why else you're like a rose love?"

"Why poppet?"

"Because it can be a pain in the ass to keep you alive sometimes."

Alfie only put his hand to his chest in mock offense, while your grinned up at him mischievously.

"Oi, now you better watch your words there Dovey."

"Make me Rosie," you whispered, grinning as your leaned closer to your husbands face, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw.

Gently Alfie leaned back, taking you with him until his back was on the ground. Hands, still on his face, you could feel the smile on his face. Slowly one of his hands moved to your head bringing you down so he could kiss you again. Sweet at first but it quickly increased in passion and vigor. Though eventually you had to pull back for breath, and it was then you realized his hands had already rearranged your skirts in a way overnight you both.

"Alfred? I know we can't do this out here?"

Your husband only laughed, reaching towards his belt as he pulled you close again.

"Slide down a bit farther and I think you'll see we definitely can Dovey. It's only a matter of being quiet enough to evade capture."

It was a nice little spot, right next to the rocky path and dug out in a manner that was lined on three sides by tall hedges. To anyone looking out if the mansion, the little alcove would have been completely invisible. And luckily, the music was loud enough to hide the sounds of rustling bushes...

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It wasn't until the next morning when you realized what went wrong...

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After making it back to the house last night and finding half the dog food "mysteriously missing", the pair of you had decided to call it a night. And since business was going so well Alfie had elected to take a few days off, hoping to spend more time with you. It also meant he'd finally be able to sleep in.....or so he thought.

A sudden crash woke Alfie from his slumber the next morning.

Shooting up, he automatically looked to his right, and his heart stopped for a moment realizing you weren't there. Another clatter from downstairs and a frustrated scream from you had him practically jumping out of bed and grabbing his gun. You usually like staying in bed for a few more hours, especially when he was there, so the fact he could hear your distress from upstairs made him worry.

Carefully Alfie snuck down the hall, peaking in rooms to make sure no unsavory figures were lurking behind the door. Another annoyed groan accompanied by various curse words hurried him to his final destination.

"Love, are you alright?"

It was a stupid thing to ask as you were very much not alright. The kitchen was a mess, looking like every cabinet had been opened and all the contents pulled out. Pots and bass were laud hurriedly across the counters as you rummaged through every nook and cranny. A quickly glance into the living room told Alfie it was scattered in a similar state. But you hadn't responded to your husband, not the first time or even the second. It wasn't until Alfie stepped right up behind you, putting his hand on your shoulder, and turning your around to face him when you responded.

"I can't find it."

Your voice wavered as you admitted the truth. Looking down like a small child about to be told off, you averted your face from your husband's. Alfie was still confused, but he could tell whatever you were rallying about was obviously important.

"Can't find what Dovey? Whatever it is it's probably isn't too bad. I can help ya find it righty?"

"No Alfie you don't undertstand."

"Then help me understand Love. Let's get through this together like we always have yeah? Come on, tell your husband what we're looking for." Carefully cupping your face in his hands, Alfie guided you to look at him again. He could see the tears welling in your eyes as you spoke.

"....I.....I lost my wedding ring Alfie."

"Oh."

It was the simple oh that broke the dam. Stepping back from your husband, tears began to stream down your face as you shoved your fingers in you hair as if trying to hold in the stress.

"SEE I told you it was terrible. I...I woke up this morning and went to the bathroom and noticed it missing when I went to clean my hands. I figured I'd just taken it off la... last night but it wasn't by the bed table like I usually put it. Then I went through the bathroom and it wasn't there. I've gone through every room in this hours and I can't fucking find it!!! I don't ....I don't know where it is Alfie. I just... oh god."

Covering you mouth with your hand, you realized where you lost the ring.

"Alfie the fucking garden."

"The garden? Love you haven't made the garden yet, how could it be there?"

"No, TOMMY'S garden. It has to be there. It fell off last night when we were rolling in the dirt. I've been meaning by to get it resized. Oh fuck this is awful"

Alfie actually chuckled at your realization. Of course the ring would fall off in the most inconvenient place possible, but he wasn't about to tell you that.

"Thats alright Dovey we can just..."

Throwing your hands in the air you interrupted your husband, frustrated at yourself for a number of reasons. It stung Alfie's heart to see you like this. Carefully he dragged your hands from your face and pulled you into a hug. Soothingly his hands ran up and down your back as he tried to comfort you.

"We can just what Alfred? Waltz back over and demand he let us dig up the plants for it? He'd probably ask why and what are we suppose to say then huh Alfred? Oh you know, we lost it in the garden you see...Well what were you doing there Y/N? ...Nothing much just fertilizing the soil, pollinating the flower, playing like the rake and ho, rustling the bushes, sowing seed in the garden, FUCKING IN THE FLOWERBEDS!!!! No we can't do that Alfie we just can't! It's probably gone forever... I'm so sorry."

Alfie was the one to hide his face this time. He knew you were in distress but he was amused by one of your last sentences. You always were good with the innuendos. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he tried to get you to calm down. He knew at this point you weren't so mad about the ring, as just overwhelmed by the lack of success you'd had in finding it.

"Yes love, we can tell him all those things and if he'd got any sort of romantic bone in his tiny, banged up little body he'd offer us shovels to dig if we need them. And if not then I'd wager every deal I'd ever have with his lot is out the fucking window isn't it. We've been married since before the little one of them was teething haven't we? It's not like they don't think we're fucking. Besides it's a decent fucking garden, Tommy should have know what he was doing when he made that little hidey spot didn't he? It'll be fine. And if I find it then I'll get to propose to you all over again won't I? I think if I got one wish left in the word it would be to do that again. Ask if you'd be mine forever and let you know I'll always be there. Love I promise. It's alright Dovey, it's ok. No need to get worked up about it's not such a big deal."

Thought he was trying to help, his last sentence only made things worse. Stepping pack from Alfie you threw your hands up again.

"IT IS OUR MARRIAGE ALFIE! And I've practically lost it like it means nothing at all! How can you say that!"

There it was. The really reason you were so worked up. Not because you'd lost the little ring. It was because somewhere in your mind, over the years you'd been together, you'd gotten the idea that if you didn't have it on your were almost betraying everything you held dear. As if you thought without the ring, all the vows you'd mad together were nil. Alfie couldn't help but laugh at that. He laughed hard too, like you'd told the funniest joke in their world.

"You think that ring is our marriage?"

Stepping closer again Alfie took your arms and pulled you closer.

"Our marriage is so much more than that fucking ring love," he said, cupping your face between his hands again. "Our marriage is me stealing Ollie's shirt before every lunch date because his is cleaner than mine and wanna look my best for the best, that's you by the way. It's you grinning at me through the glass window at fuck O'clock in then morning when I've taken the dog out for a piss since you thought it'd be funny to lock me out in the cold in my fucking skeevies again. It's me paying a fuck ton of money to the flower shop down the street so you could get a rose every week I was away fighting. It's you spending hours patching me up after I had a bad fight even though blood makes you gag yeah. When you refuse to give me dinner until I give you a kiss and when I won't give you a gift until I've gotten a hug? Sharing a bath after a hard day? That's our marriage. You interrupting my meeting because you're so excited to show me a new book? Me interrupting your book club because I've just gotten back from a business trip? You demanding I come to bed and cuddle up, only to shove me off of you later when you're too hot? Me tightening jars in the pantry so you have to get me to open them? Making fun of each other's injuries, patchy? Don't you see it? You. Me. You. Me. You. Me. WE."

"Alfie..." You couldn't help but smile at your husband's words realizing he was right.

"Dovey, It isn't defined by a thin piece of metal with a tiny fucking stone that I stole off a rich toff at a boxing match one day. Our marriage is YOU and ME and every little moment in between. And I promise it's always gonna be just that. And do you know why that is Treacle?"

Alfie had moved his hands again, now resting them on your hips. Gazing at you lovingly he waited for your answer.

"Why Ally?"

"Because I'm your flower remember? I'm your fucking rose.... and you're fucking my sunshine, Dovey. I have no chance of living without you."

Wrapping your arms around your husband, you buried your face into his neck. Losing the ring you'd worn almost every day for years didn't seem so criminal anymore.

"Alfred Solomons when did you learn to say something so romantic."

Your husband only chuckled as he step away, grabbing some of the boxes you'd pulled out in your panic.

"A master never reveals his secrets Dovey. Now come on. Let's clean this up and then we'll go get you a new ring eh? Wouldn't want any gangly miscreant thinking they've got a chance with you would we?"

Looking at the damage you'd done, you couldn't but sigh, maybe it would have been better to wake your husband immediately before diving head first into your expedition. Now you were kicking yourself since you'd just redone all the work you'd don't last week reorganizing every thing.

"I'm not sure the jewellery shop will still be open today by the time we finish Alfred. I'm not even sure we'll be able to finish this in a week with the mess I've made."

Your husband just bonked you lightly with the broom he handed you and nudged you in the direction of the living room.

"That's alright Dovey. Because unless you've got some nefarious little plans I haven't heard of to steal my dog and run off, I don't think either of us is going anywhere anytime soon aren't we?"

You could only smile and kiss him on the cheek.

"I suppose you're right. We've got all the time in the world...."

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Two years later...

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"Shelby, I want my dog."

The Shelby in question turned around, eyeing the woman before him. He knew this day would come. Only he expected it to be sooner, a few days, maybe even a week later...but now it was four months. Four months since he....despite his feelings towards the man, Tommy couldn't help but feel slight regrets for what he'd done. Especially seeing the state of her now, standing in his garden.

"He's just gone on a walk with Charlie and Finn. They should be back in an hour or so."

"I'll wait... I see you filled in that empty plot of ground. They're lovely flowers, I don't remember them being there two winters ago."

Tommy averted his gaze to the bushes you were pointing at. Indeed the small alcove where you'd hidden with your husband had been filled. In its place grew a thick rose bush, blooming with life. You smiled, and to anyone else, they might have thought your look truthful. And some of it was, thinking of the happy memories connected there. But Tommy could see deeper than that. Behind the smile he could see the same pain he had when he looked in mirrors. The pain that came from losing the thing you loved most. For as different as you both were, he knew the tactic you played, though the mask you wore was much brighter than his. And for now he decided he could respect that. He could pretend just for a moment, if only to help you. It was the least he could do, seeing as he was the reason you wore it... He was the one to pull the trigger.

"You're right. The gardener put them in almost two years ago, right after the party where Arthur and Finn tossed Michael into the lake. Do you remember that one? I saw you talking to my sister but never saw you leave that night."

A genuine chuckle left your mouth hearing his words. You played with the ring on your left hand. Only two years old and very expensive, but in that moment, it felt like you were wearing another ring again. One that was much older and worn, that you hadn't seen in years.

"I do. That was certainly a night I'll remember forever. It's a shame you got rid of that little alcove. It was a nice little spot away from the world wasn't it."

Tommy could only nod and take another drag of his cigarette.

"Did Alfie ever tell you about the first and last time he gave me roses in person. I mean, of course he probably didn't and I'll have to tell you sometime, but I think you might find it funny. There's a lot about him I'm sure he hasn't told you. But then again, knowing him there's probably a lot he did..." You trailed off, staring at the flowers a bit longer, remembering that day over a decade ago, not really meaning to tell Tommy that, doing so anyway. After all, no one had heard from you in months, so it made sense to him, that you'd be eager to talk to anyone. Even the man you should hate most in the world.

Silence descended on the pair standing tense in the garden. There was so much to be said, but neither knew where to start. Truthfully, you'd only talked to Tommy a handful of times, but he felt like he'd already known you like his sister. He couldn't help but scoff, thinking of all the times Alfie had gone off on a tangent about you during a meeting. Sometimes, your mention had nothing to do what was being discussed at all, Alfie just liked to brag about the good he had. In the end it was Tommy who spoke up first, the guilt of his past actions finally caving in on him.

"Y/N, I'm sor..."

"Don't. Thomas, I don't want you to say sorry," turning from the vibrant blooms, you faced the capped man. "I don't want you to say sorry, because you know what? I don't blame you. You're completely alright. I'm not mad at you.... It's my fault I suppose. I could have stopped it."

Tommy raised his eyebrow, curious to what you meant, and also concerned. There was something in your eyes that made his stomach turn slightly hearing those words. But he couldn't exactly place why.

"What's that suppose to mean Y/N?"

You only let out a bittersweet laugh and stared out into the garden again, sitting on the edge of a familiar fountain before you revealed the truth.

"It's my fault he's gone I think. I should have known. I should have never left that day and I could have stopped it."

Tommy's brows furrowed as he sat down next to you.

"What's that mean? You couldn't have known what his plan was? It's not your fault."

Absentmindedly, you picked at the leaves of a nearby bush. Though your voice was even, Tommy could practically see the war inside your head.

"It's how he kissed me when I left that day. I was only going to be gone a few days to visit my friend who was suppose to have her baby soon. Nothing dangerous. But it's the way he kissed me that should have tipped me off. He kissed me the way he did when he got on the damed train, in that damned uniform. He kissed me like he didn't think he'd see me ever again, going to die in the war. And I guess he didn't."

Tommy didn't say anything. He just let you continue. Something in his head told him, he needed to let your speak, he needed to keep you here tonight. If he let you leave today, no one would ever see you again and something in Tommy told him not to let that happen.

"You know I still haven't admitted it to myself just yet... The truth," standing up you began to pace around the fountain, circling the water. "Since I first got the call I haven't picked up the phone anymore, I'm scared of what I'll hear. I haven't opened any letters, because I don't want to see what they'll say. I still haven't even gone home yet. I've been paying for a hotel room by my friend's house and only leaving by when I need more food. I know it not good for me, but it's all I can find I can do. I've been telling myself it's just that. He's gone to the war again and he'll be back in a few months." Though you spoke with a smile as if talking about the weather, it was easy to see the pain in your eyes. You thought denying the truth would make the hurt go away. But it wouldn't, Tommy knew it was only a matter of time before you broke. And like with Cyril, he felt like he was the one who needed to help. So he decided to play along for now, letting you keep your act up. Atleast until he could figure out the best way to fix the mess he still felt he'd made.

"You tell yourself it's the war eh? Do you write him letters."

"Yes, I write him one almost every day. But I haven't sent any. Did you know that I was rarely able to send them to him during the war. Something about his post being secretive, and no one should know where it really was. So I'd just... write a letter everyday and when I got a letter that his squad was resting at a safe camp every few months I'd just send the packet of them.... If I was lucky I'd get one back, but most of the time I just had to wait. I learned a lot about waiting then. I learned it was better to laugh too. Laughing helped me stay sane."

Standing up, Tommy began walking with you as you stepped deeper into the gardens.

"Laughing eh? Well I guess it's better than what I did. Almost drunk myself to the grave and then fucked off in a caravan with my son for a month. Seems you're handling it better than me."

You could only scoff at his response.

"Oh don't worry, there's been plenty of drinks for me too. I'm a happy drunk though, so I guess it helps my plan. After all, as long as I'm laughing, I don't have time to cry. I don't think I'll be able to stop crying the day I begin. So I'm just trying to hold off as long as I can."

"Aren't we all."

Silence fell in the garden again, and the two widowed souls walked back to the house. It was starting to get back and Tommy had noticed Finn's car pull up a few minutes ago. When you reached the back door you were met with a fluffy beast knocking you over as soon he'd caught sight of you. Cyril was happy to have at least one of his masters back. The man taking care of his now treated him well, but he still missed life with his old owners, even if he couldn't express it in words.

While you reunited with Cyril and applauded Charlie on the tricks he taught the dog, Tommy went to gather some of Cyril's things and have Francis prepare a room for you. Tommy had no clue where you'd take the dog, but seeing as you seemed adamant about staying away from Margret, and apparently didn't despise Tommy (somehow), he thought it made sense to let you stay the night for a bit. And something still told him to convince you to stay even if just for one day.

On his was back down the stairs he noticed something sitting on the table and there was a click in his brain. He remembered the curiosity brought to him that morning during breakfast, and suddenly a lot of odd business meetings made sense. He finally realized who'd messed up the empty dirt patch that night two years ago. Grabbing the object off the table, Tommy headed back to the drawing room. Inside you were still petting your beloved dog, even though Finn had taken Charlie to get ready for bed.

"Y/N, I went up to grab some of Cyril's things, but I think it may be better for you to spend the night here. It's getting late and I don't think either of us wants the dog getting hurt if you were to crash."

You laughed gently at his words, not caring to ask about the hand behind his back. Not thinking much about his words, you accepted his offer. You knew you should be mad at him, hate him, even what to kill him, but you couldn't. You were too tried to be mad at anyone right now. Besides, it wasn't like you knew where you were going anyway. You just wanted to see your...his dog again. Maybe if you had that little piece left, it would make it easier to move on. It would make it easier to pretend you weren't alone now.

"Alright. I'll stay. But only so Charlie can give Cyril a proper goodbye. I'd hate to tear them apart, it seems they've made close friends."

"They have," Tommy smiled, genuinely happy thinking of how closely his son had bonded with the dog. "Cyril's stuff is in Charlie's room now infact. They've taken such a liking, I can't keep them apart. We can get his stuff tomorrow, but I do have one thing I think you may want now."

You looked towards the Shelby man curious. "What is it?," you questioned.

Silently Tommy extended his hand to give you the object he'd snagged from the table.

It was a single rose... But something was different about it. The stem seemed to have grabbed something buried within the dirt to take along as it began to grow. Twisting and turning all the way out of the dirt, outwards towards the sun, as if offering the shiny object up. An ages old promise from the rose to the sun of an endless truth, never broken even in death...

The rose was offering his sun a ring.

And not just any ring. A wedding ring. Simple and worn, it had been stolen off a rich toff from a boxing match many years ago. It had survived work and war, seen blood and lust, and so many other things. And while the ring didn't define the marriage it represented a promise you thought you'd never see again. But here now, seeing how tightly the rose stem had grown around it, you knew you'd never have to worry about that again. Not even death could stop the love the rose proposed to his sun. Even in death he'd still offer her life.

You couldn't even take the rose from Tommy's hand before you finally broke. Laughing at the irony, Tears streamed down your face as you sunk to your knees, all the pain you'd been bottling up coming out. And thus you sobbed, hard. So hard in fact, it felt like you couldn't breathe. And you sobs were still mixed with laughter of disbelief as a million memories ran through your head, but none as loud as the one of that night and the morning after.

Two years ago you'd lost that ring. Alfie promised that he'd look multiple times whenever he went back to the house, even if it meant having the meeting in the garden like "a bunch of prissy ladies at a fucking tea party" as he'd called it. And for two years he'd had no luck until now. But today, your rose had finally found the lost ring, even if you'd lost him months ago.

Setting the rose gently on the table, Tommy sunk to his knees too. Letting you grab onto him, for a shoulder to mourn on. He knew you needed it. For so long you'd shut yourself away, denying the truth and trying to act like it didn't affect you. You wanted to pretend your world wasn't falling apart and now you couldn't any more. He'd been he same way, except he didn't have anyone to help him. He couldn't burden his one year old son with his grief and he knew most of his family still resented Grace to some degree. They hadn't been as destroyed by her passing as he had. He didn't want you to be alone like he had. For as many terrible thing as Tommy had done, he couldn't bring it upon himself to leave you alone now. And so he sat on the floor, holding you in his arms as the cracked dam finally broke.

That night, until the early hours of the morning, Thomas Shelby sat comforting the wife of the man he'd killed. And he would until she'd fallen asleep, finally worn out from her grieving. In the morning he'd offer breakfast and they'd get to talking about the loves they lost. They were still both hurt and broken and mourning what they'd lost, but they weren't alone now. For two people so different they both knew what the other felt so deeply. Little snippets and stories about happier times, while watching a little boy play with a big dog, laughing as the pair rolled in the grass. And while both still grieved, there was a peace to be found in being with someone who knew how they felt.

And while they talked, Y/N played with the ring on her finger. It was new and expensive and fit just right. This one was only two years old and didn't have many memories but she loved it just the same. And upstairs by her bed sat another ring, but this one was held tightly by a rose she'd placed in a vase. This was the ring that she loved more, and the one she really wanted to wear, but she couldn't bear to tear it from the rose just yet. She didn't know if she'd ever be able to. Maybe she'd let the rose dry out and preserve it like she use to do someone's at the flower shop when she was young. But for now she's let it live as it was.

Holding on tightly to a promise that not even death could divide...

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While all this happened a mailman was headed towards Birmingham with a letter from a dead man, asking about his dog and looking for his wife....

#Alfie Solomons x reader #peaky blinders x reader #alfie solomons imagine #peaky blinders headcanon #peaky blinders #alfie solomons #tales from the flower garden

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wakandas-vibranium · 1 year

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I’m In A Meeting

Pairing: No outbreak!Joel Miller x Wife!Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, smutty smut, oral(m receiving)

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: Your husband Joel is currently on a zoom meeting and you’re bored.

A/N: I'm just in a Joel Miller mood today I guess. Please like, comment, and reblog!

Your husband Joel had a flourishing contracting business, and you couldn't have been more proud of him. You two haven't had much time to be intimate, much less have sex, in the last few months since he's been so busy. He was either too tired or stayed late at work.

Again, you were proud of him, but you missed your husband. It's almost as if he had to put you on his calendar for a meeting just to have a conversation with you. You didn't complain, but his absence was starting to wear down on you.

You spent your time with your stepdaughter Sarah, but Sarah was also preoccupied with her best friend Ellie. You spent some time with Tommy and Maria, but the newlywed couple was already worn out with their newborn child. The time you spent with your best friend and husband, Joel, was far more meaningful to you than the time you spent working or even with your close friends. You and Joel did everything together…or at least you used to.

Because the community center where you worked was closed for construction this week, you were at home. You hoped that this chance would allow you to spend more time with your husband, but it did not. He was constantly busy, even when working from home. He was so busy that he missed your lunch date, which was right downstairs in your kitchen. Somebody always needed him for something. He was the boss, so it only made sense. You loved and hated it.

It was an early release day, so you picked up Sarah and Ellie from school and dropped them off at the local arcade for a few hours. When you got home, Joel was still in his office, conducting yet another meeting.

You decided enough was enough right then and there. You stripped your clothes off and marched to the door of his office, overcome by boldness and unadulterated determination. You didn't even bother to knock. You strolled into his office, naked as the day you came. When he looked up at you, his eyes widened in surprise before his lips curled upward in a small smirk.

It sounded like one of his clients was giving a presentation, but you didn't care, and by the looks of it, neither did your husband. His chestnut-brown eyes had abandoned his computer screen and watched you like a hawk.

You shut the door behind you, got down on your knees, and crawled slowly over to your husband. You crawled underneath his desk and sat back on your knees once you were in front of his lap.

You unzipped his slacks slowly, careful not to graze his cock, teasing. Joel grabbed the camera on top of his desktop and tilted it upward, rendering it unable to see anything below his chin. You reached in his pants and pulled out his half hard cock. Clearly, he missed you as much as you missed him, you thought to yourself.

Your mouth watered with hunger the minute his cock sprung free. Joel was so busy this month with an inflow of new clients that you hadn't choked on it in such a long time. You missed it. You licked the palm of your hand before gently massaging his cock. It grew to fullness in your hand within a manner of seconds. One of your favorite feelings.

Joel kept facing his computer screen, but his hand came down and touched the side of your face. You turned your cheek into his hand and kissed his palm twice. He hummed and nodded his head, as if he were paying attention to the presentation.

You licked your lips, moaning quietly as his hard cock stared back at you, daring you to put it in your mouth.

"Look at me." You commanded in a hushed tone, skillfully licking an impressive stripe up his shaft and flicking your tongue over the slit. Joel caught your teasing smirk as he glanced down at you. You wrapped your lips around him and sucked, peering up at him to gauge his reaction. Joel leaned forward a bit, grabbing and squeezing your tits in both hands.

“Just like that, baby.” Joel encouraged, letting out a strained moan as you started bobbing your head up and down, setting a particular toe curling pace that he always seemed to melt for.

Someone asked him a contract question that appeared to be extremely significant, so you pulled off with a soft pop and stroked his wet cock loosely while the other hand fondled his balls.

You had always loved Joel's vocal prowess during sexcapades, but the fact that he couldn't make the noises he wanted right now made you even wetter for him.

“That’s right Mark— mmm,” Joel coughed, covering his moan as you squeezed his dick tighter in your first, pumping him hard and fast with one hand. Your other hand crept between your thighs and played with your swollen clit. Your cunt was drenched.

He struggled through a few more questions before pressing the mute button. He looked down at you, his eyes hungry with a sweet promise of what was to come once his meeting finished.

You licked long, wet stripes along the sides of his shaft before taking the tip of his cock between your soft, full lips. "Goddamnit!" he swore, slamming his palm down hard on the desk and fighting back a growl as the heat of your mouth engulfed him once more.

Good thing he muted his microphone, you thought, turned on and amused by the needy sounds escaping his lips.

"Our annual charity gala is coming up," someone chimed in, prompting a flurry of excited shouts and a round of applause.

"Shit," Joel exhaled sharply, eyes fluttering closed, his thick fingers sinking into the leather armrests of his office chair as you sucked him deeper down your throat and stroked the base of his cock.

“Joel?” Mark, his million dollar client, questioned, raspy voice heavy with concern, “Everything okay over there?”

Joel’s eyes shot open and he sat up straight in his chair, cautiously closing his legs. He must have accidentally unmuted his microphone when he slammed the desk. You fought back a hysterical giggle as you continued bobbing your head up and down, slurping as quietly as you could. He tasted so good.

“Yeah,” he said, nodding his head as he chuckled nervously, “I just stubbed my toe on the co—corner of my desk is all.” You gripped his thigh and spread his legs back to where they were. He cupped the back of your head before pulling on your locs. The painful pleasure only made your clit throb for him. You brought your hand back down to your pussy and began to finger your clit in tight circles. You wanted to cum with his cock in your mouth.

“Will you be joining us at the office this Friday?” Andrea, a new hire, asked Joel. Everybody loved Joel. He was the man in Austin, Texas. There weren't too many people in the big city who didn't know who Joel Miller was. You loved that for him. His success was your success.

“Yes,” he mumbled, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip as his eyes fluttered closed again, “I’ll mmhmm be the—there.”

“And how about the charity gala next weekend?” Mark asked warmly, “Are you coming?”

“Yeah, I’m cummin’ right the fuck now,”Joel grunted lowly, warning you slyly. You giggled around his cock and the vibrations were more than enough to send him over the edge. He let go of your locs and grabbed your shoulder instead, biting back a booming moan as he shot his warm seed down your throat, shuddering hard as you swallowed around him. You came hard, legs trembling too as an orgasm ripped through your belly. Joel’s cock being in your mouth drowned out your loud whimpers.

“Well if there’s nothing else. Have a great evening everyone. We’ll see you all in the office on Friday.”

“Good night everyone.”

“Have a good one.”

“See ya Friday, Joel.”

“Bye y’all.”

“Have a good rest of your week, Joel.”

“Goodbye everybody.”

You heard the chirp of multiple people leaving the zoom meeting so you continued to suck, milking your husband of all he had. You rubbed his thighs as they shook slightly.

“And make sure that beautiful wife comes too,” one of his newer clients added before ending the meeting.

“Oh, I will,” Joel promised as his gaze never left yours, grin wide and toothy, pupils blown wide as all outside and shimmering with lust. Your heart hammered against your chest in anticipation.

He made sure the meeting ended before standing up, cock softening as he peered down at you, “Bend your sexy ass over my desk,” he purred as he walked around his desk, “I want that ass as high as you can get it.”

"You sure I don't have to make an appointment first?" You laughed, shoulders shaking as you crawled out from under his desk.

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dearshelby · 2 years

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Now that you're back | T.S x OC

Summary: Tommy and Eleanor talk about (or at least, try to) the lead their relationship will take now that he's back from France.

Warnings: Traditional 1920s gender roles, cheating and english isn't my first language.

A/N: This is basically an introduction fic, it won't be a series, but you can learn more about my bby Eleanor and Tommy's relationship lol

gif credit: @amongst-the-roses, thank you for the new gif <3

It's been exactly six weeks since the last bullet was fired, no one might have noticed, but Eleanor has been counting the days in the calendar with a different pen colour since the Shelby brothers came back home.

Christmas and New Year's was celebrated with a tasty meal and many whiskey and cheap champagne bottles, although her, Polly and Ada could see the smiles of the soldier boys didn't reach their eyes, everyone was relieved life had come back to something near normal.

Also, it was at New Year's, after watching the few fireworks the Small Heath habitants could afford, that Eleanor made love to her fiancé again.

It wasn't intimate and passionate like before and she considered spending a few months in her mum's house until Tommy warmed up to life out of the battlefield again, but Polly advised her against it, if she went away now, it was likely Tommy would never marry her.

In those six weeks, Eleanor felt pathetic counting how many words she switched with Tommy, how many times he didn't flinch at an affectionate touch and how many nights Tommy bore to spend by her side without leaving the bed at some point.

She was hurt with how few the results were, hell, even Arthur, the brother she was least close to, had spoken to her more.

Tommy only approached her to ask for a shirt he wanted to wear and needed her to wash, if she could sew a blade in a cap for a new blinder boy, to warn her she didn't need to make dinner because he won't come home early.

To ease the pain, Eleanor tried to distract herself with books, new recipes, new sewing patterns, helping in the betting shop and helping Finn with his homework. In the four years that passed, she became awfully close to the youngest Shelby brother, almost considering him her own child.

However, while doing all these activities, Eleanor could see the engagement ring in her finger and at the end of the day, she felt like she spent twenty four hours looking at it, brooding over a subject she wanted to bury.

Eventually, she put herself together, Tommy didn't own her happiness. He didn't own her a good marriage and moving up in the world. Eleanor took off her ring, put an apron and moved through the house like a ghost, waiting for the day Tommy would get sick of her and take off his ring as well.

With her heart in hand, she carried on with her housewife duties and distracted herself in the betting shop. The loud noises of the coins moving, paper flipping and men shouting kept her mind away from her frustrating relationship. Still, every night when Tommy came home, she felt humiliated by his presence.

Eleanor only had proof that Tommy cheated on her twice, once he didn't realize his waistcoat was buttoned up wrong and the in the other she could smell cheap perfume in his detachable collar.

She didn't confront him. She didn't think she had the right to. In the balance of her head, her moral code told her her cheating weighed much more.

What type of woman cheats on her fiancé when he's away, risking his life every day to protect the country she lives in? What type of woman cheats on her fiancé with another woman? A filthy whore, unworthy of forgiveness, that is, it doesn't matter if she did it out of loneliness, it doesn't matter if guit ate her alive after it, she's a dirty fucking cheater.

Eleanor felt humiliated by Tommy's cheating, although she never talked about it and from what she learnt with the conversations with her friends, two times is not too many and it's completely understandable.

But the cheating wasn't the main cause of the bitter feeling in her guts, honestly, she didn't even blame Tommy for this feeling, surely he was a light addition to something she was doing to herself.

Eleanor felt humiliated by still being so in love with Tommy. At this point, all she wanted was to be indifferent, it didn't matter if Tommy came home, if he had dinner or was hurt, damn him, his clothes were clean and he could have a quick fuck if he wanted to, he couldn't demand anything else! Oh, how she wished she could change her mindset just like hitting a light switch.

In a cold winter night, Eleanor made herself a cup of tea and her eyes wandered to another cup in the shelf, there was a long time she didn't see Tommy drinking tea, or water, or anything that wasn't whiskey, she bit her lip in affliction, thinking of how Tommy would react to an unexpected gentleness of her, if he waved her off, at least she could say she done everything in her reach to save their relationship.

Her trembling hands did the best they could to not spill the tea on the way upstairs. She gulped, entering the bedroom and finding Tommy taking his boots off.

"Thought you'd be awake, hm, this is for you," she handed him a cup, which he hesitantly took.

"I didn't ask for tea," he said.

"Yeah, it's called kindness," she sat beside him, "when you do something nice to someone and they don't have to ask,"

"Oh," he put the cup in the small table near him, "fucking tea,"

"Yeah, well," Eleanor sighed, ashamed of trying to get close to him, "if you don't want it, give it to Finn, he likes tea before sleeping,"

She stood up and walked to the door with her cup in hand, stopping in the way when Tommy called her nickname.

"Ellie," he got soft at her kind gesture, but doesn't keep it up when her eyes are back on him, "did you get my-"

"Yeah, I did everything you asked," she harshly interrupted, holding back resentful tears, "guess I was stupid for trying to do something more,"

Rushing out of the bedroom, Eleanor got to the kitchen and threw her tea in the sink, feeling stupid and regreful. With her eyes closed and head hanging low, she jumped in surprise when a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist, Tommy rested his chin on her shoulder and searched for the right words to say.

"Let go," Ellie whispered.

Tommy stepped away from her slim figure, pressing his lips together, "I appreciate the gesture, I'm just not in the mood for tea now,"

"It's not about the fucking tea and you know it,"

"I know, but-" he sighed in frustration, "What the fuck did you expect it'd be like when I got back?"

"I expected you'd be able to look at me and see more than a- I don't know- a fucking pressed shirt or clean house, I expected you'd have the fucking tea and talked to me!"

"Talk of what?" Tommy asked, already aware of the answer. He only hoped he could postpone the conversation as far as possible because he knew it could end with her leaving him.

"I don't know," she answered ironically, "perhaps the six weeks that passed and you didn't even look at me,"

"The fuck are you talking about? I made love with you in New Year's, I wish you good morning every fucking day,"

"Oh, how very kind of you!" she snapped, "You didn't make love to me, you didn't look me in the eyes, you weren't there!"

Tommy didn't answer, so she continued.

"You weren't there but I was, since the day you left until now I haven't spent a day without thinking about you, but you- you can't you even look at me when we fuck!"

"Eleanor-"

"Tommy," she leaned on the sink and rubbed her eyes, "I need you to make a decision now,"

"I know,"

"You're a man, you walk around and do business, you have your aunt and your brothers, I only have you, I had my mother and I let her down to be with you,"

"Do you have me? You took your fucking ring off,"

"...you noticed,"

"'Course I fucking noticed and I kept mine! Do you think that means something?"

"Keeping the ring is not enough, Tommy, what's the point of wearing a ring that means nothing?"

"It stopped meaning something when you took it off,"

"You are the reason why I took it off, I couldn't stand wearing it while you barely talked to me!"

"Well, we're talking now, aren't we?"

"Argh, yeah, and tomorrow you'll pretend none of this happened and everything will be the same,"

"Quit assuming the fucking worst about me!"

"So give me a reason to assume something good!"

Abruptly, Tommy stepped close and pulled her to a rough kiss. His hands firmly cupped her cheeks and his lips were tightly pressed against hers. Eleanor held onto his wrist with one hand and took the other to the back of his head, feeling the texture of his short hair in her fingertips.

"I think I'll get used to this haircut," she broke the kiss.

"I was going to ask what you think about it, but-"

"But you were too busy not talking to me,"

Tommy gulped, talking softly, "I'll give you what I promised, I'll fucking marry you, but I can't do it now, there are business you won't take joy in being part of,"

"What business, Tommy? It's just a betting shop,"

"No, there's more to come,"

"Tell me," she asked and suddenly, she felt Tommy slipping away, the intimacy they built being taken over by the overwhelming reality, "I'm your fiancé, you can trust me,"

"No one knows of this idea yet," he moved his hands from her face to her shoulders.

"So let me be the first,"

"Fuck, alright," Tommy cursed, "I'm planning to make our betting business legal,"

"How?"

"Taking the pichs from Kimber,"

"From Billy Kimber?! Have you gone mad? He's gonna blow our brains-"

"Now, I know that, you gotta trust me,"

"Kimber is fucking dangerous, Tommy,"

"I know, I won't go head to head with him now, I have a plan to take him down,"

"Hm," she worryingly sighs, "is there something I can do?"

"You can put your ring back on,"

"I will if you promise me something,"

"What?"

"Let's make a deal, alright?" she cupped his face, "You'll talk to me, even if it's only a few words, you'll let me know of all your plans and you'll spend more time in bed with me,"

"Fucking or sleeping?" Tommy teased.

"Both," she smiled, then pursed her lips before approaching a delicate subject, "I know of the nightmares, I'd rather you wake me up to keep you company instead of just leaving the bed,"

"...I thought you'd complain about my plan," Tommy preferred to avoid talking about his nightly struggles.

"I'm worried, yeah, but honestly, I can't see any other way of moving up in the world,"

"How ambitious of you," he joked.

"So we have a deal?"

"Deal,"

#tommy shelby x oc #OC Eleanor Shelby #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine

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johnnyporko · 1 year

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Blind Channel advent calendar

Day 20: „🐻 in need“

Tommi hated this. He absolutely hated this. Every year he was in the same situation, and every year he swore to himself to start earlier next year. Just to not do that and be stuck in the exact same situation again.

Next year I will absolutely start this earlier, Tommi thought angry and annoyed, as he made his third round through the shopping mall. Why do we even give each other presents.

Not only was he again late with buying presents, but like every year he also struggled with what to get for the other guys. And felt like a bad friend because of it, because how could he not know what to get them. He absolutely should know what his best friends want for christmas right?

Well he obviously did not know, and was about to call it quits. Maybe he should just buy gift cards for everyone this year. Which of course could be a good present, but it just felt so unpersonal to him.

„Tommi!“ he suddenly heared a voice call out behind him. Surprised and a bit startled he turned to see Aleksi standing there with a few shopping bags in his hand.

„Oh hi there Allu! What are you doing here? I thought you were working on something today“ Tommi said, trying to mask his bad feelings in front of Aleksi.

„Oh yeah, working on getting everyone christmas presents in time actually. And what about you? You look a bit stressed“ Aleksi replied looking at Tommi in concern.

Tommi thought about lying to Aleksi for a moment, about hiding the reason for his stress, but then decided to just be honest with his friend. „I am actually christmas shopping aswell, or trying to really… I just can’t seem to find good presents“

Aleksi was quiet for a moment at that before saying: „Tell me a random number between 1 and 10“.

„A what?...Why?“ Tommi asked with confusion clear on his face.

„To help you of course…Now tell me a number“ Aleksi answered like it was the most normal thing to say.

„3..But that doesn’t…Hey where are you going?“

„Come with me…We are going christmas shopping together now“

Tommi didn’t actually know what to reply to that, so he just followed his friend, who stopped not too long after… in front of a toy store. „What are we doing here?“

„We are going to buy a present here for someone. You said 3, and this is the third store. It’s a tactic a friend told me about once. It sounds strange but it works trust me. So who is the last person who you also want to get something for, who texted you?“

„Olli I think? Why do you want to know?“

„Okay Olli’s present it is then. Let’s go get something for him here“

„A present for Olli…In a toy store?“

„Just trust me Tommi, this tactic works“

„I don’t know about that…“

Much to Tommis surprise though, Aleksi’s tactic of letting randomness play a part in getting the presents actually seemed to work. He now had a Lord of the Rings advent calendar (that was on sale) as a present for Olli, a nail polish set for Joonas, and a new beanie for Niko, and a band shirt for Joel. And an idea what to get for Aleksi…

- 🦋 wearing a santa hat

First of all I am so sorry this is only reaching you today, as you can see it was supposed to be sent to you two days ago. But this butterfly had so much different kind of writing, and also christmas related stuff to do that I only got to it today. And it also didn't really turn out too well I think. Please let me know if you want another one.

thank you 🦋!! this was really cute 🥺 and tommi was very relatable, it's so hard buying christmas presents for people that are important to you. receiving this really made my day, thank you 🥰🤯

#blind channel #tommi lalli #aleksi kaunisvesi

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yummycastiel · 2 years

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it'll pass - Tommy Shelby one-shot

-in which the reader is tommy's secretary and is in love with him and he finally finds out.

note: I just wrote this because I was imagining this scene in my head, and there is def a part 2 in the works but if you're reading this and want part 2 please let me know!

update: part 2, part 3

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Y/N’s day in the office of Shelby Company Limited had begun like any day had before. Engrossed in her work for the day, she stood, leaning over her desk as she filled out the monthly calendar with different appointments and events. This was a new development she had introduced, and Tommy found it rather helpful, and she felt her heart soar when he told her this.

‘’I don’t believe my company has ever been this organized Y/N,’’ Tommy had mused, watching her as she filled it out last month, ‘’Thank you.’’ Y/N smiled at Tommy Shelby, her cheeks heating up as she acknowledged the compliment. The feelings Y/N had developed for her boss were beginning to be unbearable, but she managed to push them down the bottom of her stomach and convinced herself that Tommy would never feel the same for someone like her. Young. Naive. Not some Russian princess worth millions. Not Grace. Sometimes, however, she couldn’t help but feel a flicker of hope when Tommy touched her softly, in a small but meaningful movement, or when he only spoke to her calmly and never yelled at her. Y/N felt foolish to hope. She spent her days pining after the dangerous gangster who probably never gave her a second-thought.

‘’Who the fuck are you?’’ An angry voice startled Y/N out of her thoughts and she looked up to see a tall, dark-haired woman with a narrow face and cold eyes that studied her. Y/N put down her pen slowly and stood up straight.

‘’I’m Tommy’s secretary.’’ She responded calmly, not reacting to the woman’s rude tone.

‘’You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,’’ The woman said, groaning, ‘’You’re his secretary now?’’ She looked Y/N up and down, fully aware of the impression of judgment she was giving at the moment.

‘’Uh…yes?’’ She said, getting more confused by the second.

‘’What are you, 20 years old or something?’’

‘’22.’’ Y/N replied. The woman rolled her eyes.

‘’Of course, typical Tommy.’’ She mumbled to herself but loud enough for Y/N to hear. Y/N felt her annoyance spike as the woman continued with the attitude.

‘’Can I help you with something?’’ Y/N began, her lips tightening into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. The tall woman in front of her looked at her again. ‘’

‘’I’m here to finalize my divorce to Tommy Shelby. I’m Lizzie Shelby.’’ The words made Y/N’s heart almost stopped as she gaped at Lizzie. Tommy’s second wife, the former Lizzie Stark, who bore him Ruby. Lizzie, who was certainly well-loved by the Peaky Blinders, except Tommy. Tommy never really spoke about her, not around Y/N at least. All she knew was that she had left him, and despite Tommy being against the divorce, he also didn’t seem to be affected much by the whole situation. Perhaps his one and only love had been Grace after all. Before Y/N could say anything she was saved by the deep voice of her boss as Tommy Shelby opened the door to his office to see what was going on.

‘’Ah, Lizzie.’’ Tommy said, his tone flat, not giving away the clear surprise of her appearance. ‘’What are you doing here?’’ Lizzie curled her lips into a scowl.

‘’I see you’ve got a pretty, shiny new secretary Tommy,’’ Lizzie began, ignoring his question, ‘’Do you bend her over the desk like you did with me?’’ Y/N stiffened at her words, shocked at the balls Lizzie had to say those words, making her jaw drop. Not to mention the feeling of immense embarrassment she felt at the insinuation about herself and Tommy. Y/N looked at Tommy who maintained his ever-calm composure. The gangster walked over to Y/N and put his hand on her back, a gesture that Y/N knew made Lizzie angrier by the look on her face.

‘’You can keep Y/N out of this Lizzie, now tell me why you’re here.’’ He replied in a level voice.

‘’I’m here to finalize the divorce. I wanted to just finish this while I was in town.’’ Tommy nodded, agreeing with the idea.

‘’Of course, ‘’ He said, ‘’I have the papers, no need to worry, let me go pick them up from downstairs alright?’’ Tommy looked at Y/N, moving his hand away from her back. Y/N tried to plead with Tommy with her eyes, begging him not to leave her here with a still bristling Lizzie. ‘’I’ll be right back.’’ This time he directed his words to her, as if encouraging her to relax. Y/N nodded, looking after him as he left, giving one more glance to his soon-to-be ex-wife. She turned slowly to give Lizzie a quick glance and saw that she was still looking at her. This time the anger had disappeared from the older woman’s face. Instead it was a look of pity. What neither of the two women realized was that Tommy had forgotten something in his office, and when he turned back to retrieve it, he stood behind the door when he heard Lizzie speak his name. Tommy wasn’t above dropping eaves in this situation.

‘’I know that look you’re giving him,’’ Lizzie began, her voice calmer than it had been throughout this entire confrontation, ‘’You’re in love with him aren’t you?’’ Y/N groaned. Shock seemed to be the theme of the day.

‘’I don’t know what you’re talking about.’’ She muttered, trying to deflect the question as she tried to busy herself with the work in front of her. Lizzie laughed, but there was no humor in it.

‘’Don’t lie girl,’’ She began, ‘’Trust me, I’ve been where you are.’’ At this point Y/N was too tired to deny it. She had spent so long pushing these feelings down, not telling a soul how she felt, and for some reason Lizzie acknowledging it and telling her she had felt the same made her feel a bit relieved…and at the same time it made her feel scared too. Y/N sighed deeply.

‘’Is it that obvious?’’ She finally replied, a hint of laughter in her tone. At this point it was laughable how pathetic she felt. Lizzie did not smile. She sat down finally, her eyes still on Y/N.

‘’Only to me,’’ She answered, ‘’I wouldn’t be surprised if Tommy already knew.’’ She paused, watching as Y/N started to feel panic settling into her stomach. ‘’Take this warning girl, from someone who has been in your position, falling in love with Tommy Shelby is not in your best interests. It’ll destroy you and it’s not worth it. Tommy will rip your heart out in that same dead voice of his.’’ Y/N gulped but she was not surprised. As if she didn’t already know her feelings would only end badly.

‘’I’m not expecting him to reciprocate any feelings, don’t worry.’’ She said. This time Lizzie did laugh.

‘’You’d be surprised,’’ She returned, ‘’But you should know Tommy doesn’t love anything but himself.’’ Before Y/N could say anything, from the corner of her eye she saw a figure in the door, leaning against the wall and watching them. In horror, Y/N turned to see Thomas-fucking-Shelby watching them, undoubtedly having heard most of the exchange between the two women.

‘’You couldn’t be more wrong about that Lizzie, my dear.’’ Tommy said, referring to what she said about not loving anyone but himself. Y/N wanted the ground to open up and swallow her in that moment as embarrassment flooded her brain. She could feel her cheeks burning red as she shied away from Tommy’s blue gaze, who had sauntered into the room, watching her. ‘’Lizzie, I’ll send over the forms to where you’re staying if you don’t mind.’’ Lizzie stayed silent for a bit, looking between Tommy and Y/N. After a moment she nodded, and got up from her seat and hurried past the Shelby man, as if she had gotten the hint that Tommy wanted her to leave. Not once did Tommy’s eyes leave Y/N. The silence in the room was deafening as Tommy looked at Y/N and Y/N looked everywhere but at his face. After a moment and a deep breath from the man, Tommy spoke: ‘’Y/N I’m-’’ Y/N stopped him with her hand.

‘’Tommy, I’m sorry,’’ She started ‘’We shouldn’t have been speaking about that and I could just die from embarrassment right now. Nothing will come of it and let’s just forget this whole thing fucking happened, now if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.’’ She rambled on, finally plucking up the courage to look at Tommy. His face had a shadow of surprise as he listened to her talk and he opened his mouth to say something but Y/N acted quicker. She hurriedly walked past him toward the door when suddenly she felt his hand grab her arm. His touch electrified her and sent her heart beating furiously.

‘’Y/N, listen to me.’’ He said, but she pulled away from him, unable to stand the embarrassment and hurt that she knew was coming her way when Tommy would undoubtedly tell her that he was sorry but he felt nothing for her.

‘’Tommy, it’s okay. It will pass.’’ She whispered, and she closed the door behind her, leaving Thomas Shelby alone.

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unfoundhoney · 3 years

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mother, father, and everything else ↠

↠ platonic!c!tommyinnit x older sister!reader ; fluff , angst

↠ masterlist

↠ a companion piece to a sister’s sacrifice inspired by this tiktok

“Tommy, come on,” you call.

You pull your youngest brother’s attention away from the strings of the apron he got distracted by. He toddles over to you as quickly as he can, reaching up and asking to be picked up silently. He started walking early and go the hang of it quite quickly. However, in talking he’s a bit of a late bloomer, nearing fifteen months but yet to say his first words.

You lift Tommy up into your arms, carrying him out the back door and into the backyard. You set him down to play in the grass where you can keep an eye on him then walk over to the array of clotheslines strung up across the yard, beginning to hang up laundry.

Wilbur is off playing with Niki as usual. He’ll likely return covered in dirt and grass stains, maybe with a captured insect or stories of a new, made up kingdom he’d been ruler of that day. Phil is still out with Techno; they’ve been gone for a while now, but that’s nothing new.

You’ve hung up a pair of Wilbur’s pants and two of Tommy’s shirts when you notice Tommy crouched beside the basket full of wet clothes. He reaches inside and pulls out a sock, squeezing it curiously.

“Do you want to help, Tommy?”

Tommy looks up at you, blue eyes wide and mouth slightly open. He nods his head once.

You giggle and ruffle his hair, “Alright, c’mere.”

You lift Tommy up again, resting him on your hip as you grab a clothespin with your free hand. You slip it over the clothesline.

“Put the top of the sock in the pin,” you tell him.

He struggles a bit, little hands still uncoordinated at his young age. He does eventually position the sock where you can close the pin on it and leave it to hang.

“Wow, good job, buddy!” you say.

You wrap him in a hug and spin around, shrieking laughter falling from his mouth at both your actions and your praise. You set him down and kneel down to be at eye level with him.

“You’re my official laundry assistant,” you say seriously. “Can you hand me clothes to hang up?”

Tommy nods eagerly and toddles over to the basket of wet clothes, grabbing a shirt from the top of the pile. He holds it above his head as he runs back over to you, holding it out.

“Good job, Tommy! We’re quite the team, you and I.”

Together, you and Tommy slowly hang the rest of the clothes up. Tommy eventually gets bored and goes off to pick dandelions and pull off their petals, leaving you to finish the chore, not that you mind. When you’re finished, you call Tommy over to get in the basket, carrying him and the leftover clothespin back inside.

“Y/N!”

The call of your name pulls you to a stop, turning to see who yelled for you. Tommy grabs onto your pant leg for balance, stopping as well. You find Puffy waving at you, hurrying over to you with her little boy Dream at her side.

“Hi, Puffy,” you say. “Hi, Dream.”

“Hi,” Dream says in a small voice.

“Tommy, can you say hi?” you ask the young boy clinging to your hand.

He’s chewing on his thumbnail, looking up at Puffy warily before hiding his face in your leg.

“Guess not,” you laugh.

“How are you, Y/N? I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever,” Puffy says.

“I’m good,” you answer. “Just getting some dinner for tonight.”

“Still the household cook, I see.”

“And just about everything else.”

You laugh and Puffy joins you, but you can tell that wasn’t a joke that went over her head. It’s no joke that you are mother and father to your younger siblings, as well as everything else. Your dad is gone too often; Wilbur doesn’t even call your father “dad,” he calls him Phil.

“Where’s your dad?” Puffy asks.

You shrug, “Around.”

“When’s the last time you saw him?”

You hesitate for too long, distracted as you attempt to remember the last time Phil came home.

“That hardly matters,” you brush off, “He’s busy doing important stuff and I can look after Wilbur and Tommy myself anyway.”

The look of concern on Puffy’s face is not missed by you. You do, however, elect to ignore it.

Dream tugs on Puffy’s sleeve, “Mom.”

“Yeah, buddy?” Puffy asks, leaning down.

Dream points into the market, where you see Sapnap with his father and his friend George.

“Go say hi, but don’t wander too far,” Puffy tells Dream.

When she turns back to you, keeping one eye on her son, you say, “I’ve gotta head home. Need to make dinner and all that.”

“Yeah, okay,” Puffy says. “I’m here if you ever need help. Or someone to talk to. Or... anything really.”

“Thanks, Puffy.”

You don’t notice at your side, Tommy trying to form the word that Dream used that so quickly got his mother’s attention.

“Look after yourself, Y/N.”

“I am.” You always have.

With a wave, you turn and head back home, Tommy walking slowly beside you. The walk from the market to your house takes about fifteen minutes and you end up carrying Tommy for most of it to speed things up.

When you arrive home, you find Wilbur and Niki sat in the front yard playing a hand clapping game. They stop when they spot you, jumping up and running to come meet you as you walk up the front path.

“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” Wilbur shouts your names repeatedly.

“Will! Will! Will!” you mimic.

“Can I spend the night at Niki’s?” Wilbur asks.

You like Niki. She’s sweet and a good influence for Wilbur.

“Uhm, as long as her parents are alright with it,” you say, doing your best to sound like a grown up despite only being sixteen.

“We’ve already talked to them,” Niki tells you.

“Alright, then,” you concede. “Behave while you’re there.”

“I will, Y/N!” Wilbur says, running off with Niki.

You watch them go for a few moments until you’re reminded of the toddler sitting on your hip. Tommy squirms around, wanting down. You set him on the ground and walk with him inside.

You set him up with some paper and crayons at the kitchen table. You sit across from him, watching as he carefully looks over his color options before choosing the red crayon.

“Looks like it’s just you and me, bud,” you muse.

You pet Tommy’s hair before you stand, moving to start on dinner. You season meat and chop potatoes, humming to yourself and keeping an eye on Tommy. Thankfully, your youngest brother isn’t a picky eater, which makes meals a lot easier than they could be, especially since he’s been in the solid foods stage for a while now.

The rest of the night is fairly quiet. You and Tommy eat dinner then you do the dishes while he waddles around the living room and plays with some of his toys. You can hear him experimenting with running, his footfalls surprisingly loud for such a small human. You hear him fall, as well, but without any crying then the return of his heavy footsteps, you don’t go to check on him.

You start composing your next shopping list and check the calendar for any upcoming events. There’s a festival next week that you’re meant to chaperone Wilbur and his friends at. Maybe you can team up with Puffy so Tommy can play with Tubbo, and Dream can join Wilbur. You’ll ask her tomorrow.

You hear Tommy enter the kitchen. He waddles over to where you sit at the table and crawls into your lap. He grabs your free hand and starts playing with your fingers as you continue writing down what you’ll need for your bigger grocery run in a few days.

“Mom.”

You freeze.

What?

“Mom.”

You look down at Tommy.

He looks up at you, “Mom.”

“N-No...,” you say weakly.

“Mom.”

“No, I’m not your mom.”

“Mom.”

“No...”

“Mom!” Tommy says happily. “Mom mom mom!”

“Okay, okay,” you say shakily, putting a hand gently over your little brother’s mouth to get him to stop. “Okay, good job.”

Your vision’s blurry. You want to cry. Your chest hurts. But right now, Tommy’s said his first word.

“Good job,” you repeat.

You pull Tommy into a hug and wipe at your eyes behind his back.

Tommy rests his little cheek on your shoulder, already tired but quickly drifting off to sleep in your warm embrace, “Mom...”

“Shhh,” you say, voice weak.

Tommy goes limp, asleep in your arms. As your tears begin to fall, you make sure not to let your sobs move you. How has this happened? Mom. No. You’re not a mother. Except you are. In every way that matters, you are Tommy’s mother. You’ve raised him ever since Phil brought him home that day.

You wish your family was normal. As normal as a family of four adopted children, a single father, and a non-biological uncle could be. You wish your dad was home more. You wish you didn’t have to be the only parental figure Tommy has ever known. It’s to the point he calls you mom. How could Phil let it get to this? How could he care so little?

You just want to have a normal family with parents who are adults and kids who are allowed to be children. You did not get to be a child, but Wilbur and Tommy will. You will always be there for them. You promise. You will give them what you had taken from you. Hatred for your father burns in your chest but it’s quickly snuffed out, doused by nostalgia that longs for a childhood you never had.

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imagines-hoarder · 4 years

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The Older Man (Pt 2) *smut*- Thomas Shelby

Request// Hey! Will you post a part 2 of “The Older Man”? I would be the happiest person alive =)

*After two years of sitting on the sidelines and focusing on school, I decided to use writing as a way to procrastinate from classes instead of the other way around. Family Divided and My Husband’s Brother fans are gonna kill me cause they have DEFINITELY been waiting longer; maybe more to come? I do also wanna give a little warning; I have not written a full work for this blog in two years and the first part of this story was the peak of my passion. I wanted to give y’all the smut you loved but wasn’t in the mood for angst so let me know if you have any storylines you have in mind for these two and we’ll see how long I’m around for? Please be gentle with my heart! xoxox*

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(Part 1)

For those who know him, Tommy is predictable.

When you took a moment to finally watch the man who you had craved for years, you had noticed that he had a routine of his own that ran deeper than his calendar could account for. He was always awake before the sun, and you could only rely on him to find stillness for four hours a night; six if he could find peace. He’d spend the mornings at Charlie’s yard with the horses as day broke and would spend the coming hours in one of his factories across Small Heath. You had spent many years visiting him strictly on Wednesdays for your pay, but he now knew that a sultry touch could convince you just enough to have lunch with him before you left. He’d leave far after the last machine had ground to a halt and his final employee had clocked out. If he was lucky, you would stop by on your way home on the days of your choosing, but time had soon taught him to expect you at random. It had become his welcomed reprieve from drinking alone.

After eight months of finding yourself endlessly tangled into this circumstance with Thomas, you had settled into strange domesticity that was only possible with a man as destructive and dangerous as Tommy.

The smell of his cigarettes reached your nose the moment you unlocked your apartment. He was visible to you only in the dark by the embers glowing between his fingertips.

“While I enjoy your covert visits as much as the next woman, I thought you would know better than sneaking up one armed with iron by now,” you proclaimed as you brought the room into further clarity by turning on the lamps. A cheeky grin was already stuck to your face by the time you could see him sitting in the wingback chair left by the last tenant. “Frankly, I’m surprised you found your way here before midnight.”

Once you had left Tommy’s office following your first fling, it didn’t take much time and even less convincing for you to find your own flat. It was close to your parents but far enough to keep them from ever knowing how the Tommy they doted on for years was defiling their only child in the dead of night. He didn’t live there, but it’s where he could be found most nights for the few hours he did sleep.

“Is it a crime to want to see you? Haven’t stopped thinking about you since you came to the office two days ago.” He looked so settled in a chair that was so beneath him, common man’s furniture that had faced many years of wear on the leather and scars on the legs.

“Well, sorry to keep you waiting, Mr.Shelby. I had a commitment to attend to this evening.” You moved to grab the empty glass resting loosely in his hands. He took a moment to notice you, no doubt arriving home from a local club.

“A business commitment, I presume,” he called to you as you walked to the bar, pouring a glass of whiskey for yourself before refilling his own. “Can’t think of a man special enough to see you in such a state.”

You look down at your dress, an attractive piece of fabric that fashionably displayed your assets between layers of chiffon and beading. Your unruly hair had been pinned to display your mischievous eyes and the rouge in your cheeks. “Other than the present company, only the one I shot in the chest an hour ago. He was working for the Italians.”

He gave you a mere nod before you journey back to him. “At least he got a pretty view at the end of his life, didn’t he?”

His warm fingers brushed yours as you returned his glass, putting out his cigarette in the nearby dish before finding a reason to settle. His free hand pulled you to rest with him in the rundown chair, feeling the warmth of his lap underneath you and enjoying the feeling on his palm splayed on your lower back.

“I’m sure there are other things he would have preferred to see at death’s door,” you spoke gently, only loud enough for him to hear as you washed down the night with a gulp from your own glass. “Though I can’t tell if you're jealous or excited at the prospects.” He grunted before emptying his glass again.

“I have nothing to worry about. Couldn’t give a fuck about other men; just my best girl.”

“I’d say you’ve gone soft on me, Thomas, but I can feel how hard you are.” You assumed the waiting and outfit had quickly got the best of him as you felt him against you, his rigid facade contradicting the yearning you knew he felt. You slowly rotated on his lap to face him, your legs positioned to relax on either side of him. You slowly pulled the pins from your hair as he watched, letting it fall into its natural state before pushing the wayward strands behind your ear. “You’re the only one who calls me a girl anymore. I’ve been a woman for a while now, Tommy,” your hands trailed down to his trousers, slowly unveiling what you so eagerly pined for. Warm. He was warm all over and his gaze felt light fire on your face, the glasses finding themselves near the smoldering cigarette as your hand grazed deeper into his pants. “and for many, I am what death looks like.”

His lips crushed yours in a manner all but patient, his hands tangled between your hair and the back of your dress, aching to release you from all barriers between you. His lips sunk to your jaw and neck as he revealed your bare torso, leaving behind a trail of lustful caresses. You took the earliest opportunity to find balance on the ground and slipped out of the dress that pooled at your waist, tugging away your undergarments with it. By the time you had finished, Tommy’s chest was bare and you had the pleasure of freeing his member before you reclaimed your throne on top of him, calves rubbing against the firm leather of the chair.

Your weight sunk onto your knees and you felt him fill you. It was as if it were your first time again; so raw and natural as if he didn’t already own a part of you that you only now realized existed. The room brimmed with your sharp moans and Tommy’s heavy pants as you bounced on top of him. You tried to feel every bit of this moment without getting lightheaded; you didn’t know if he was pulling you closer or you were pushing yourself towards him as the coil snapped in your stomach. Your hands found their way to the nape of his neck before you let out a shaky whine in his shoulder.

“No, not yet, love,” he cooed as your soft body began to relax in his grip. It would be a sweet yet peculiar notion, to think the night was over so quickly over. You felt your legs slide from the chair as Tommy pulled you to the ground and you naturally found your position. Your hips were lifted as he reached for them and your shoulders fell to the ground. With your cheek to the floor, you could see him in your periphery, the man with a calloused touch that had reached the most inner parts of your desires. “I’m not done with you yet.”

He pushed himself inside of you, and the cry that left your throat was lewder than you could have expected. As you held onto the legs on the worn chair, Tommy only thrusted deeper between your legs. By the time he was pressed fully against you, he was bucking at a pace of his own. “For fuck’s sake, Tommy!”

He bent against you, and his chest was against your curved back, now roping his arm around your waist so every inch of you was connected to him. “They may see you as a woman out there. But in my office, in your bed...on this bloody fucking chair, you’ll always be my girl,” he gritted out. His breath was hot against your ear as he came deep inside of you, bathing in the thrill of filling you up.

All the noise faded while sweat and slick dried between your bodies. His head rested between your shoulder blades as you laid between his arms on the floor. You weren’t sure how long you laid there, moments or millennia, before you unwound your limbs from his, grabbing your pile of clothes in the process.

“I nearly died in your arms tonight,” he said with a trace of humor on his lips. You tossed him his clothes before you pulled on your bloomers.

“It’s not your time yet, old man.” The glare you received had become a familiar friend in the past year. You knew that behind his scold, he was watching you as if you were art in the making; beauty in the moonlight that he didn’t deserve.

Tommy is predictable. He always had a card up his sleeve, something holding unexpected pleasures or unforeseen schematics. The longer you knew him, the more you were sure that he would always be one step ahead of those who thought they had him pinned. Maybe that's why you kept coming back to him. He was reckless and sometimes detached in order to stay ahead, but he was always calculated and cared for you in a way only a man like him could. He fulfilled a hunger no drug, no fortune, and no other man could ever satiate in you.

He took your hand in his, his rough palms soothing to your senses. “Then we must make all the little moments count until then.” He left hot kisses up your wrist and forearm. “Marry me, Y/N.” You scoffed with a laugh bubbling in your throat, pulling away from him as you walked to your room. You needed a bath more than a joke at the moment. “I’m serious, love. Marry me and I’ll give you a house with endless corridors and new furniture.”

“Maybe I don’t want to marry you, Thomas,” you teased from the other room.

“And maybe I only want to fuck a young woman I’m married to.”

“Then you’ve become quite the prude in the last five minutes!”

You could retort day and night, but you knew a ring would be on your finger by next week, whether you had blatantly said yes or not. You would never admit it, but you knew that Tommy saw you as predictable too.

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Crowza - 2

Hey, I’m on AO3 too! It’ll be the first thing updated when I finish a chapter from now on, but only by like, a few hours. :P I’ll be updating this fic on the first of every month so you guys know when to expect it next. This was sitting in my Docs almost done for weeks and I finally sat down and went “I’m writing the rest of this.” and did it, so here’s chapter two!

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Sunlight filters through the branches and leaves of the old oak. Phil lifts a wing over his face, grumbling about how the sun is always at the perfect angle to blind him every morning. Of course, he does this song and dance every spring. He’s not exactly an early bird, which is why he never blocks it. It helps him get up in the morning.

The tiny bird hybrid resigns to his fate and sits up, blinking blearily at his old home. A torn picture of his boys hangs on the far end of the hollow. He grins, happy to be greeted by their faces. The photo had been yoinked last year when it fell out of Tommy’s jacket during one of his more daring excursions. Always so chaotic, that one, Philza chuckles to himself as the thought crosses his mind. Good memories.

He walks to his stash of nuts and jerky and various other bits of food he collected and preserved the autumn before migration. He crafts a quick granola bar, thanking his lucky stars that chocolate is so easily preserved, and enjoys a sweet homemade breakfast. Pleased chirps escape him as he basks in the perfect simplicity of it all.

Today is full of plans. A lot can happen in a few months and Phil needs to make sure there’s no new predators in the area that might get the jump on him, so he’s going to patrol the area. His territory needs to be safe. He’s always very careful about going about this. It’s rare, but if humans decide to start building near him, he’d need to know.

That and he needs somewhere to get coffee. He’d think that centuries of drinking the stuff would convince him to invent a tiny coffee machine, but why create something that will break eventually when he can just sneak into a human’s house and borrow enough to last him a month of two? Of course, he won’t be borrowing that much today, but the next time all three boys leave the house, he’s certainly going to stock up. Today, he just needs a little pick-me-up.

Phil walks to the edge of his home and ducks under the branches protecting it from outsiders, then hops up them like a staircase to get the best vantage point to take off flying. A low mist hovers over the pine forest, the sun’s rays burning away at it and painting the morning in brilliant hues of gold. Phil launches himself into the air, powerful flaps disturbing the mist and sending him high above the trees. The sky above is void of clouds as he spreads his wings and coasts. The air he breathes chills his lungs but the morning sun provides a warm contrast to the feeling. Appreciation for the peace fills his chest as if it were something physical.

Spring truly is his favorite season. The crisp scent of pines and melting snow permeates the air. A few shy birds send their song up, declaring their presence to the world. This is home, this is where he loves to be, where he longs to be every winter when he has to migrate south. Occasionally, a crow joins him in the air, lazily flapping in the soft breeze.

Phil casts his eyes towards the ground, watching for any stray movements. He’d heard of mountain lions moving into the area from Kristin. They’re fleeing the forest fires west of them, she’d said. She thought maybe they were the cause of the odd feeling she has and Phil was inclined to agree, but you can never be too careful. Eventually, after finding nothing, he flies to the humble house his boys call home.

When the birdman reaches the cabin that houses his boys and nothing is amiss, he decides to land in a nearby tree and rest. The sun had climbed to about midday and he has yet to find anything that would tip him off. He fluffs his feathers as a chill sets in, the branches and needles of the tree warding off the sunlight, and takes out some squirrel jerky he packed for lunch. Perhaps it simply isn’t time to find this ominous omen Kristin gave him and he’s jumping the gun.

The door to the home opens and two people step out. It’s the blonde and brunette from the previous day. Philza watches them as they talk about something with low voices. It’s a bit odd to hear the youngest one talking so softly. Tommy’s usually boisterous and loud, throwing banter back and forth with Wilbur and giving the occasional sibling shove.

Philza hums as he takes another bite of jerky. When he goes on his coffee run inside the house, perhaps he’ll look for any clues. The thought that something could be wrong with them twists a knot of worry in his stomach. A chill goes down his spine as he realizes he hasn’t seen Techno out and about these last few days. He forgets any plans to raid the house later and throws all caution to the wind. Oh Ender, please let him be okay and not deathly ill or something.

Tommy and Wilbur climb into the red pickup next to their house and drive away. Phil immediately swoops down out of his tree and soars the short distance to the old cabin, flapping to slow himself so he can land quietly. It was his saving grace that they like to decorate the windows so he doesn’t crash into them all the time. He flap-hops around the house until he finds a window cracked open and slowly opens it further so he can crawl inside. It’s harder to find open windows further into the season since so many bugs come out.

He listens hard and looks around for any movement, staying stock still.

Nothing, the house is silent, save for the crackle of the fireplace.

He carefully steps in further, wings poised to take off at any given moment. The inside is just as cozy as the outside. The walls are decorated with photos of the trio, of a family Philza has watched grow up over the years. It’s surprisingly clean, the hand-knitted rainbow blanket folded over the back of the old leather couch. It smells like pine smoke and coffee, and bacon. Phil would find it funny if he wasn’t so worried for Techno at that moment. He hops about the living room, making his way towards the kitchen. If he can’t find anything here, he may as well get some coffee.

There’s nothing amiss on the coffee table. Phil’s claws leave tiny indentations on the softwood as he walks across it. The lamp next to him offers a little bit of light but he can see fine with the natural light coming through the windows. There’s an ad for an animal shelter in the newspaper, a comic making fun of teenagers with phones, news of the new president, and an article about a pipeline being built sometime next year. The birdman frowns at that, making a mental note. He’ll need to put an end to that before it ruins his home. He shakes his head. Right now is not the time! He needs to see if there’s anything wrong! His gaze gets caught by the fashion magazine open to a page on robes and turns a few pages, admiring the modern clothes that differ so much from his own- Oh right! Techno!

He flaps into the kitchen and trots across the counter towards the calendar hanging on the fridge. Today is circled in red with the word “ADOPTION” in messy, bold lettering. Adoption? Techno and Wilbur aren’t married, right? They can’t adopt children, right? Confusion replaces the worry in his mind but he shrugs. As far as Phil can tell by all the clues, Techno isn’t in any danger and it’s safe to get some coffee from the pot on the counter opposite of him. He hops over and crouches on the edge, dipping his rabbit-skin waterskin in and filling it full of the delicious drug.

There’s a cough from upstairs in the attic and Philza nearly jumps out of his skin. His feet slip on the edge of the pot and his wings flare out to make up for the sudden loss of balance. The mug next to him falls off the counter and shatters on the linoleum flooring with a loud crash. Oh god, oh fuck. There’s no way Techno didn’t hear that. The bird hybrid quickly reaches into the pot and retrieves his waterskin and swiftly flies back to the window, heart pounding.

He knows he’s leaving a few feathers behind, but it doesn’t matter as long as he himself doesn’t get caught. He can hear the telltale creaks of a ladder as he takes off into the open air again, inhaling deeply and landing back in his tree. What was he thinking?! Going to check on one of the beans?! He put himself in unnecessary danger just for some person he got way too attached to!

From the safety of his branch, Phil watches Techno shut the window he’d made his escape from. The piglin hybrid seems fine, no hint of any severe illnesses. The cough didn’t even sound that bad, like he was just clearing his throat. That was too close. He can’t let it happen again. Phil takes a swig of his coffee and flies off to keep scouting out his territory. I’m going to give myself a nice preen tonight, he thinks as he coasts over the trees. That nearly gave me a heart attack.

He goes back to doing his routine check-ups and patrolling around his territory, promising himself he would do better to keep himself safe. Surely he’s not losing his edge, right? Surely not…

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argylemnwrites · 3 years

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Settled

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x MC (Cassie Vanderfield); Roomies (+ Bryce and Rafael) friendship also featured

Book: Open Heart (~5 weeks post book 2)

Word Count: ~1400

Rating: PG-13 (rare language)

Summary: A long standing bet is about to be settled.

Author’s Note: Inspiration for this piece comes from a real experience in my undergrad dorm. It also works as a loose follow up to my pieces “Enough” and “Some Definition.” Also written for Day 28 of the @choicesfebchallenge - Closure.

Bryce felt his eyes getting heavy in spite of the early hour and the movie playing across the room. He had just come off a night float block, serving both as the senior resident overnight for the three gen surg wards and completing any ED surgical consults that came in from 5 pm to 7 am. Even though he’d only had to work 18 shifts over the past 28 days, each shift had been frantic, often with barely enough down time to inhale a sandwich. On top of that, he’d basically hadn’t gotten a chance to see the inside of the OR at all. The senior carrying the trauma pager usually got all the overnight cases, since there weren’t many non-traumas that went to the OR in the middle of the night. For the few remaining cases, unless it was a particularly complex case, the attendings usually prioritized letting the interns covering the wards overnight gain some experience. As an intern, Bryce had loved that culture in Edenbrook, but now that he was on the other side, he felt a bit jealous, even if he knew it wasn’t fair.

He was just kind of burnt out, if he had to put a label on things. He’d felt more like an internal med resident for most of the block, something Cassie had teased him about endlessly. But he just didn’t find the work as rewarding as actually operating, the shifts were exhausting, and now, almost a full week off of that block, he was still working to adjust his sleep schedule back to days. Hence him falling asleep in the middle of an action movie at Cassie’s with her roommates and Raf at 6 pm.

“Is he out?” he heard Sienna hiss out, obviously whispering in case he was asleep, forgetting that fact that her voice was far quieter than the explosions currently happening on screen.

“No, he’s not,” Bryce whispered back, drawing a chuckle and a little elbow nudge from Cassie. He dragged his eyes back open to find her turned to face him on the sectional, so he gave her a little grin before he dropped his head to her shoulder and closed his eyes again. “But he might be soon.”

“Seriously?” asked Raf, his voice drifting up from the floor where he and Aurora were lounging in front of the coffee table. “I didn’t think you’d be one to sleep through the latest Tommy Phelps blockbuster.”

“Lahela is a little baby who is still whining about the fact that he was on nights a week ago.” Jackie’s voice was the next one to fill the room. “Or maybe he has the right idea and is done with this dumb garbage. Why did I get up early for this again?”

“Because we only have one year left where we are all going to be in Boston for sure, and times where we are all off for a movie are rare!” Sienna cried out. Bryce felt Cassie shift slightly, presumably reaching over to hold Sienna’s hand or rub her back, but she didn’t move so much that his head was more than slightly jostled on her shoulder.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean we had to watch this. Elijah, you don’t get to pick for movie night ever again.” Jackie added.

“Hey, I know my selections aren’t always the most popular, but this wasn’t me!”

“Alright, then who is responsi-”

“It was my pick,” said Aurora. Bryce squinted an eye open at that, glancing down to Aurora, who had twisted around to face Jackie. “What can I say? Sometimes I just need to turn my brain off and watch some shlock.”

“It’s better with a beer,” Raf said with a shrug, before lifting his bottle to his lips and taking a drink.

“Well, I have to head in for a shift in a couple of hours, so that’s not an option for me,” Jackie said, “so I might have to take a page out of Bryce’s book and just nap.”

Bryce swung his foot towards her as he let his eyes close again, nudging her shin. “Shut up, Varma.”

“What? I’m not mocking you.”

“Sure.”

“I mean, there is plenty for me to mock you for always, but right now I’m not. Avoiding this movie and using Cassie as a pillow is one of your smarter choices.”

“I’m not using her as a human pillow. This is just part of boyfriend privileges, right Cass?”

“Absolutely,” Cassie said, but the room got suddenly very quiet as the explosions and gunfire came to an abrupt halt.

“Why’d you pause the movie?” asked Cassie, but no one answered her. Instead, Aurora asked a different question.

“Elijah, you still got the calendar?”

“Yup, lemme pull it up. I’m pretty sure everyone’s date has already passed, though.”

“What are you guys talking about?”

The room was silent for a few moments, so Bryce opened his eyes and dragged his head off of Cassie’s shoulder, glancing around the room and taking in everyone aggressively avoiding eye contact with him and Cassie. “Seriously, what’s going on?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, it’s not that bid a deal,” Jackie said with an eye roll. “We had a bet on when you guys would officially be together.”

It took Bryce a couple of seconds to process what she’d said. “Wait, seriously?” he asked with a chuckle.

“It was Elijah’s who organized it,” said Raf, earning him a pillow in the face from Elijah.

“Hey, man!”

“What, it’s the truth?”

“When did you guys start this?” Cassie asked. She was twisting her fingers over each other in her lap, so Bryce slid his right hand in between hers, tugging her left hand over into his lap.

“Elijah took my bet the day after the Hopeful Hearts Gala,” said Aurora, “and I think I was the first one to pick a date. After Elijah, obviously.”

“Wait, this has been going on for months?” Bryce asked.

“Well, you two have been all over each other for years,” said Jackie.

“And you were all in on this? Even you, Sienna?” asked Cassie as she glanced around the room from person to person.

Bryce leaned forward to peer around Cassie. Sienna cheeks were flushed, but she didn’t shy away from looking at the two of them.

“I mean, I was rooting for you two! Plus, Elijah had a PowerPoint which made it all feel so official! And, I don’t know, we’ve all been waiting for you guys to-”

“What she means is we’ve all had to put up with your obnoxious flirting for far too long to not have a bit of fun,” Jackie said, cutting off Sienna’s ramble. However, one thing Sienna said stuck out to him, and apparently to Cassie.

“Elijah, you made a PowerPoint?” she asked, her free hand coming up to her cheek.

It was Elijah’s turn to have his cheeks darken, but he just gave a little shrug. “Like Jackie said, this has been a long time coming. And I was bored in allergy clinic.”

“It was quite the presentation,” said Raf.

“Yeah, we’re gonna need to see that,” added Bryce, shooting Cassie a wink as she shook her head lightly.

“I don’t know if I still have it.” Elijah answered just a little too quickly, making Bryce think he very much did still have it and had no intention of showing it to them. But before he could push him on that, Jackie asked Elijah another question.

“So, quit stalling. Who’s the winner?”

Elijah just shook his head. “Like I said, we all lost. Brittany was the last date, and even hers passed last month.”

“Wait, you got the gen surg residents involved in this as well?” Bryce asked.

“We’ve all been subjected to your prolonged and public teasing,” said Jackie, raising an eyebrow as if daring him to fight her on that statement.

“I mean, I know we’re a good looking couple, but this level of fascination is beyond what even I could have expected.” Bryce’s statement drew groans from almost everyone in the room and pillows chucked at him by Raf, Aurora, and Jackie, but all he could do was squeeze Cassie’s hand before snuggling up against her again, settling in for the end of the movie… and likely a little nap. Their friends could tease them all they wanted. They were happy, and that was all that really mattered.

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justapoet · 3 years

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Infinity times infinity

For years, it lost its magic. Looking up was just useless and he was happy to avoid more questions without answers because those related to the Earth itself were already exhausting enough to keep him awake at night. And, then, TK happened.

Carlos loves stars, and he, somehow, found them inside of the most beautiful irises he's ever seen.

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There's something about the nights that makes Carlos's mind feel light and peaceful. Since he was a child, even more as a teenager, he'd sit on his parent's house's balcony and stare at the sky for hours until his father called him back in, so he wouldn't mess up his sleep schedule too much.

Yet, he'd spend most nights looking out his window thinking; about the stars and the most random things. He'd spend sleepless nights naming constellations and trying to remember the myth behind each one, explaining to his own shadow under the silver glow of the moon. His cellphone used to always have notes and pictures of planets and galaxies, his calendar always marking the nights and days when some astronomic event would happen so he could convince his mother to let him stay awake the whole night.

When he joined the police academy, though, he stopped thinking about it. Carlos didn't even notice when he stopped looking up, but somehow, when he did, it started to make his neck ache enough for him to give up soon. He didn't search for constellations or planets anymore and no longer knew when it would happen a meteor shower or a red moon, and his cellphone's gallery also didn't have pictures of anything related to space.

And, then, TK happened. After years without looking up, there was TK Strand, who would drive him crazy and make him come up with more questions without a single answer and sometimes without even a question mark, making him doubt all of his steps and sentences. Then, all of a sudden, there was this beautiful firefighter with terrible luck, a gorgeous smile, and the most beautiful eyes Carlos has ever seen in his twenty-seven years of life.

TK happened and, somehow, looking up and forward didn't seem to ache anymore.

Oh, well; if being honest, TK happened, and looking down was way more painful when they were riding an ambulance with a bleeding wound on TK's abdomen and sirens blaring on the streets. Seeing the pain clouding those pretty eyes hurt way too much and, yet, he needed to ― someone needed to keep him awake.

"C'mon, babe; you have to keep your eyes open. You know the drill" Carlos said again, probably for the fifth time in five minutes. "Keep your beautiful eyes open for me, uh?"

"'ou like m'eyes?" TK grumbled. Carlos hummed in agreement. "Why?" his voice was low and full of pain, and he winced as Tommy touched close to the wound. Carlos squeezed the paramedic's hand in his, smiling quite embarrassed.

"There's this, uh... Planetary nebula, a young one. It's called Butterfly Nebula because of its wing-like appearance, a few more than three thousand light-years from us ― from Earth ―, on the Scorpio constellation" he started, shyly. His words caught TK's attention immediately, those big green eyes, even filled with pain, focused on Carlos' worried and beautiful face. Tommy, beside them, seemed to be curious, too, about where the conversation was going.

"It's one of the most complex planetary nebulas ever found, you know?" he asked, smiling little. "And the colors seem to change, too. Some pictures of it show us a dark nebula with points of light, some red, blue, and a lot of shades of orange" TK frowned, and Carlos could tell that this time, it wasn't because of the pain, but because he couldn't understand how it was related to his eyes. "My favorite thing about it is that it always, in every single picture, has shades of green light close to the center of it and on its edges"

Carlos chuckled a little when both Tommy and TK let out an "oh" with a sigh. He looked at their entangled hands before starting to speak again.

"I used to think that, if I looked through a telescope, as a kid, I'd be able to see it," he said, smiling nostalgically. "My father would tell me it was impossible and it would only give me an aching neck, and my mother would say that some things are just out of reach" he shrugged before looking up again, meeting those unfairly green eyes. "Turns out they were both wrong"

TK pressed his lips together, and Carlos could tell that there were new tears in his boyfriend's eyes in a second. The beeping sound around them went a little faster, and Tommy turned her head and smiled towards them both, focusing on Carlos for a second. He blushed, knowing that it was TK's heart racing for what he'd just said.

They got to the hospital minutes later, and Carlos was left in the same waiting room he always ended up in as they carried TK away to another surgery. He let a few tears fall before trying to breathe steadily again, his leg bouncing with anxiety brought by the uncertainty. No matter how many times he ended up there with the same questions and situations, he could never calm his heart and mind down until he had a concrete answer, and Carlos knew well enough that he wouldn't have it for a few hours.

When, hours later, they were all allowed to check up on TK ― the team had arrived after their shift ended ―, Carlos stood close to the window as his boyfriend drifted back to sleep. He looked up at the sky that night and counted constellations until a nurse came in to check the man's vitals. Then, he sat back at the bedside and took TK's hand in his, spending another sleepless night counting the dots on TK's arm.

From that day on, he'd find himself constantly looking up when the sunset on the horizon gave the sky away to the moon. He could tell TK was curious, slightly worried about Carlos' silence most nights, so the cop would just hold tight to him and kiss him slowly. TK didn't complain about that ― he could never ―, and he didn't ask either. Carlos mentally thanked him for that, otherwise, he wouldn't know what to tell his boyfriend.

It was nostalgic, now, to sit on his balcony and look up at the dark skies above him. It was a Friday night, both TK and him out of a twenty-four-hour shift, and it was silent and peaceful. Carlos sat on the ground, and his knees were brought close to his chest, his chin resting over his folded arms.

He wasn't searching for anything specific, although his eyes could easily name one or two constellations immediately. It was late, already past midnight, and he couldn't tell how much time he spent in that position on the balcony.

At some moment, though, he felt a warm hand on his shoulder, and then a cup filled with a smokey liquid was put in front of his face. A second after his hands were around the cup, a warm body was next to his and big, bright eyes were staring at his profile. He smiled while looking at the sweet tea, the smell filling his lungs, and then looked back at the sky.

"Trying to find a nebula?" TK asked, his voice low and sweet. Carlos chuckled, shaking his head politely.

"Remembering my favorite stars," he said, and TK looked at him with curiosity, waiting for more explanation. "I used to love looking up at the sky and naming all the stars and constellations I could remember"

"Used to?" TK asked.

"I stopped looking up at some point in my life" Carlos shrugged. "Imagining any other worlds started to be painful".

TK didn't answer Carlos' words, processing them in a painful moment. He analyzed the man's face carefully, each edge and spot filling his heart with a fast, welcoming, and safe feeling, and each one of his words filling his chest with heaviness and some kind of gray cloud.

Slowly, he bent his head to the side so it was carefully placed on Carlos' shoulder. The cop took a sip of his tea, his head lightly leaning against TK's, his eyes still focused up at the stars as if he would miss something truly important if he ever stopped looking. TK found it adorable, one of his hands touching Carlos' arm and his fingers wrapping on his long-sleeve t-shirt.

"The butterfly nebula?" his voice was barely a whisper, and a tiny shy smile took over the latino's lips. "Do my eyes really remind you of it?"

Carlos nodded.

"That's probably the best compliment I've ever received in my entire life," TK said, the joke being said with a quite bitter truth behind it. "And what you've been searching for in the sky, now?" he asked once Carlos tangled their fingers together, kissing the back of the new yorker's hand.

"I'm not searching for anything," he said, slowly shaking his head. "Just wondering" concluded, and TK turned his head to place his chin on the cop's shoulder.

"What about?" questioned.

"About how... You know, we have more than we can count, on the Universe. More stars than we can put in numbers, more planets than we can put in names, and more mystery than we can put in theory" Carlos said, sighing. "There are more possibilities than we will ever imagine, and more life than we will ever be able to put among births and deaths. And, yet, here we are" he seemed lost in a trail of thoughts. "Putting time in clocks, names in stars and lives inside boxes. It's insane that, with everything we could discover, this tiny little space, this minimal planet... This tiny piece of nothing drifting in the edge of the Universe is everything we have"

He stopped, and TK absorbed the words calmly. It was something to think about, indeed, all of the things we praise so much being just a little thing, a grain of sand ― or maybe that's too much ― in the middle of something way bigger than we could ever imagine.

"And yet?" TK asked, knowing his boyfriend way too much to supposed he was finished with his thoughts. Carlos smiled gently, and TK felt the heart-melting feeling inside of his chest.

"And, yet, I wouldn't trade it for anything" Carlos stated, and TK could only admire him with a silly and loving smile.

Carlos squeezed TK's hand in his.

"So, I was just wondering about how, among uncountable stars, planets, stars, nebulas," he started, and TK smiled sweetly once again. "Among all of the possibilities inside and out of the way we see the Universe, among all the time in its totality; life, death, whatever time is," he said, still looking up. Then, his eyes went down and his face softened even more as his beautiful, dark, brown irises met TK's green, light ones. "How, on Earth and out of it, did I have luck enough to find you?"

In a second, TK lost his breath and ability to speak. His eyes widened a little, his chin no longer using Carlos' shoulder as support when his mouth just went open in incredulity with the weight those words had. He didn't even realize when tears gathered at the edges of his eyes, his heart insanely beating inside his ribcage with strength enough he could swear his ribs would break.

It didn't last more than five seconds, TK knew it, but for a moment it felt like forever. Carlos watched, a sweet smile taking over his lips and a purely joyful sparkle glimmering on his eyes as TK processed the words and, in seconds, threw himself against Carlos.

The cop laughed, his arms quickly wrapping TK's waist to pull him closer and his lips happily parting so TK could kiss him the way he wanted to. He felt something in his chest exploding, and he could only imagine that, whatever it was, it was just as bright as his boyfriend's smile between kisses.

Because Carlos could never imagine, as a child, that he would love someone the way he always heard love was. He couldn't convince himself that, somehow, among all things they could have, a feeling so pure and especial would be a possibility. Something so good, so unbelievably safe and warm could be his.

And, somehow, now TK was in his arms, kissing him breathlessly and caring, making him feel as if all the questions he ever made had an answer. They didn't, he knew it deep down, and he didn't really give it much importance as TK curled himself against Carlos, breathing deep as his nose went to the crook of the cop's neck.

"I love you," TK said. "The stars are witnesses to this" his voice was a low whisper against Carlos' skin, and he could only smile widely and hold TK close as they both looked back up at the skies.

"They'll forever be" Carlos answered, and he could tell TK was smiling.

There's something about the nights that makes Carlos's mind feel light and peaceful.

There's something about TK that makes Carlos feel infinite.

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megastarstriker · 3 years

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[1990′s ]

The sound of footsteps along with the crunching of the leaves beneath our feet reached our ears as we walked hand in hand towards Nikki’s house. Mick, (S/N), and I, along with Vince, Tommy and their wives and kids were coming to Nik’s house for Halloween. (S/N) of course was excited and happy too to see his aunts, uncles as well as his friends too, so we could all head out to trick or treat with the kids outside. It was quite adorable really and happily surprising to see. It was one of the first times he has ever smiled too. Mick thought so too....

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Before Mick and I even met, I was already married and had (S/N). We were all a happy family and had so many cherished memories. Until the day of that horrible car accident....

(S/N) was still a small child around that time probably around 4 or 5. It was saddening for me and especially since I hadn’t told him yet at that time. It was hard to even bring it up, but I did. He cried of course and I heartbreakingly did as well, comforting him. As the year pass he wasn’t as cheery or happy as he was before, probably missing his father. He was always overprotective of his stuff and sometimes me. He thought I was going to disappear like he did and become a ghost too. Sometimes he would have these nightmares of his father that were horrifying to say the least. He became more quiet too and distant towards other people, having this sad look in his face sometimes, when Father’s day came up on the calendar in school. Kids would ask him if he had dad or where was he, he would end up having this look of trauma on his face, his hands shaking a bit. Running away, as he had a sudden panic attack towards the bathroom away from his classroom, crying silently. The teacher would call about it, and I hurriedly would drive there to soothe him, often reassuring him that everything was okay and that I will never leave him like that.

2 years have passed and everything was a bit more better than last time. Sure the atmosphere was gloomy and (S/N) was still quiet instead of his happier and excited self when he was much younger. In that time I had met Mick surprisingly through a friend of mine who was a roadie working for the band, “Motley Crue”. I was there to help her on something quick that she needed, but it ended up being quite an unexpected event. Our meeting wasn’t normal or easy to say, but in the end we became an item through the months that follow.

Mick was such a strong and humble man. He wasn’t a guy of many words but he sure spoke a lot through his actions when it came to me, mostly a huge sweetheart. He was indeed quite but when it came to me he wasn’t afraid to talk, the same went for me when he wanted to listen to my feelings or what my mind was thinking. He was undoubtedly nice and very kind, he doesn’t show it that much around other people( including the Crue ) but nonetheless he sure was a precious thing. I was glad to have met him and he was too. I obviously told him and opened about my son and everything that happened, he of course was shocked to hear this, but he comforted me when I started to talk about my deceased husband. After hearing this he hugged me and even opened up to me a lot about himself too. Very personal things, I of course listened with sympathy for this man. Honestly, it made me love him more than ever for him to open up like that especially with such trustworthiness. Mick did meet my son and of course it wasn’t easy as he grew pretty shy around people, having lost his confidence years ago. Plus he was a bit suspicious of Mick, mainly the reason because he didn’t want me being with him at all. My son started to reject Mick in everything, he eventually told me about it, feeling a bit angry and sadly frustrated and I reassured him to give him some time to adjust and get to know him better. It did took quite a looong while for them to really get along but when it did it was a bit minor. But the son and father loving relationship between Mick and (S/N) grew more than ever. He started talking a bit more and even shyly asking Mick if he could play his guitar when he would go to sleep just to ease the nightmares he would have. Those nights that he did play ended up with Mick laying sleeping soundly with him cuddled up cutely next to each other. In the end I couldn’t help but take pictures of the two looking so cute.....

I couldn’t help but cry tears of joy when he proposed to me one day, I didn’t really expect him to do this especially in front of a crowd. I would’ve had no problem to be honest if he would wanted to do it alone with me in a room. I guess he felt brave and confident to do so because the second I said yes with tears in my shocked eyes he kissed me, with nothing but true love and passion.....He and I hugged and eventually our son soon joined, forming a group hug. The rest of the bandmates congratulated us in our soon to be marriage and all ended well. My son of course was quite happy and felt extremely comfortable with calling Mick his father now. After that long comforting talk with Mick telling him that his father will never be replaced and that he loves him, same with his father, and that he would never hurt me or him in any way. It made me feel wholesome and emotional but those words were everything for me too hear.....

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Mick, (S/N), and I were all outside along with Vince, Tommy, Nikki their wives and kids too. We were all talking about how everything has been going on, while Tommy and the kids were fooling around playing pranks or doing the most funniest things you could imagine. Nikki would eventually join in on the pranking along with the kids to fool around too on scaring people or each other, when they suddenly called Nikki “too old to play”. Nikki and Tommy were called,” The Terror Twins” for a reason. Then Vince would come in to the group too..... Mick of course would sit down and just shake his head with a small laugh, and smile at their randomness, bringing back so many memories of their younger years together as the crazy- rock hard- loving family they were know. Mick joined a bit but only because his son begged him too. Me and the girls eventually gave in and the whole family was having a prank war inside the house....

Tommy had a bunch of gummy bears in his mouth as he was competing with the kids along with Nikki, While Vince was with his daughter comforting her small little cries when she got scared, holding her hand in his tightly along with his beautiful and kind wife at his side as they walked on the streets along with us. We were all at the moment trick or treating, dressed up in Halloween costumes. Mick, (S/N), and I were dressed up as the three blind mice. Mainly because our son asked if we could, since he had a great soft spot for animals, even if it were mice. The others were dressed too and happy as they walked with their kids who were busy talking with each other. We were all giggling and happy as me, Mick, and our adorable son dressed as cute mice in the street, along with the others.... It was all pretty calm as (S/N) carried his bag filled with sweet-looking candy... until he spoke

“Hey Dad.”, (S/N) said to Mick, making him look towards him with soft eyes, his heart warming at the thought that his son was calling him “Dad” instead of just “Mick”.

He grunted softly as to let him know to keep talking as he held his small hand in his. “Can we play your guitar with uncle Nikki, after we trick or treat?”, He asked silently with beaming eyes, hoping he wouldn’t say no.

“Of course Kiddo.”, He said as he ruffled his head softly, a noticeable smile on his face.

“Can we smash it?”, (S/N) said this time with a huge grin and stars forming in his eyes.

“Now you’re definitely pushing it, Kiddo.”, He said his face going neutral and serious when he said about smashing his guitar.

The boy frowned a bit as he held his hand still looking at the ground with disappointed look in his face. Tommy hearing this from Mick and looking at the kid’s sadden face joined in the conversation.

“Aww, c’mon old man Mick.”, He told Mick as he patted his back, “You used to do it a bunch at the concerts, Heck even that one time when you got super pissed, when it wouldn’t play and “you called it a piece of shi- junk”....”

Tommy’s wife glared at him for a bit when he almost said the “s” but then softened when he corrected himself before he could, as he looked at her slightly afraid to say the wrong thing in front of the kids.

“Sooo, Let the kid give it a try.”, Tommy said trying to change his mind, “Who knows maybe your son will kick your old butt at being a riff guitar player.” He whispered in his ear with a playful smirk, obviously wanting to piss Mick off in a high-spirited kind of way.

“Maybe as great as his Dad too!”, He shouted with a smile as he looked at his son and (S/N) with a wink.

“Like hell he would!”, He whispered shouted at him as he gave him a look that read ‘I know what you’re doing and its not gonna happen.’, “I’m not risking him getting hurt!”

“That does that mean we can!”, (S/N) said with a huge smile, his hopes up at the thought of him and his father playing and smashing the guitar together.

“N-no, we’re not!”, Mick said sternly with seriousness as he looked at his kid with obvious concern.

“Oh c’mon, Dad pretty please. I promise I won’t break anything.”,

‘Damnit Kid, is not the guitar I’m worried about!’ He thought in his out loud as he struggled to say anything as his kid, the kids ,and Tommy begged him with puppy eyes. Mick looked at me nervously for help, and I could only laugh at him and whispered, “It’s okay” at him. He eventually slumped his shoulders and gave in crossing his arms and muttering a small “fine”.

Tommy and the kids cheered along with (S/N). Only then did he embrace Mick in a strong hug and said the most loving words a father could ever give to have his son say.

“I love you, Dad!”, He told him with the most loving gaze and the most happiest smile at his father, just like he would to his own father.

“I love you too.”, He whispered and said to him with the warmest gaze and the most honest smile just like a father would do to his amazing son, just exactly like ‘his father’ would.

I had joyful brimming tears in my eyes as I went and hugged them, forming a group hug as we all giggled a bit and showered our son in kisses.

All three of them knew that were ever that man was in a ghostly spirit he was smiling at them, with love and happiness.

Just like someone who loved them deeply would.

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callmemythicalminx · 3 years

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❄️24th of December❄️

❄️Christmas Day with the Salieri Family ❄️

Fandom: Mafia Definitive Edition

Warnings: Just flufffffffff.

Summary: It’s Christmas day and your spending it with the ones you love at the bar - what more could you want?

A/N: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone! We have sadly reached the end of the calendar, but I will of course continue to write. I’m going to be taking a break from posting during January/early Febuary but I will still be writing during this time (most likely some of the requests I’ve recieved and starting my Sam series). I hope you all understand, but most importantly, I hope you’ve all enjoyed the calendar as I’ve had so much fun making it! <3

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The snow is falling softly as you walk down the street towards Salieri’s bar. In your hands, you lug a bag of presents, some even tucked under your arms. Finally, it’s Christmas Day and that means it’s time to celebrate with your family. Every year you all gather together at the bar to have dinner together, share presents and forget about all the stress of your lives for a day.

As Salieri’s only daughter, you especially love this day of the year most of all. Because you’ve never had siblings, you’ve always seen the gangstas you share your life with as your brothers, sisters, uncles and aunts. Sam, Paulie and Tommy especially are like the big brothers you’ve never had, always there to care for you and keep you safe. Being able to thank your family with all the homemade gifts you create is one of your favourite things about the holiday. That and being able to just spend some time with them, laughing and relaxing.

As you approach the front of the bar, you can already see your father standing at the bar, smoking a cigar as he speaks to Frank and Luigi. Excitedly, you kick open the door, smiling wide when Saleri looks towards you.

“Y/N, darling! There you are! Here, give me some’a those.” You gratefully release some of the bags into his outstretched hands, releasing a sigh as you finally stretch your arms out. The three men laugh at you as you walk towards them, placing a kiss on each of their cheeks. You greet your father last, who pulls you into a tight hug while he wishes you “Merry Christmas darling.”

“Merry Christmas to you too Papa.”

“The boys are upstairs getting the place sorted, they probably won’t groan as much if you go and help them.” You laugh. As you start making your way through the bar and up the stairs, the smell of the turkey from the kitchen grows stronger and you take in a deep breath. It makes your taste buds water and you can’t wait to enjoy some of it later. Once you reach the meeting room, you can hear Sam and Paulie arguing as you open the door.

“Why do you get to sit next to Y/N?!” Paulie shouts, his arms flailing frantically as he gestures to the long dining table. Sam looks at him blankly, his arms crossed over his chest. He raises an eyebrow as he replies “She’s the boss’ daughter. I’m head Capo. It makes sense for me to sit next to her.” Paulie grows more frustrated and opens his mouth wide to argue back, but stops short when he sees you standing in the doorway, smirking at the two of them. Sam squints at him for a second before quickly turning, a wide smile spreading on his face as he spots you.

“Y/N!” Paulie giddy shouts, running over to pull you into a big hug. You wrap your arms around him and squeeze tightly. Sam comes up behind him, leaning down to kiss you on the cheek and take you into a hug himself once Paulie has let go.

“Merry Christmas Y/N.”

“Merry Christmas to the two of you fools too. I see that you’re already arguing.” Sam lets out a ‘pfft’ sound as Paulie launches into a full blown rant, trying to explain why he should sit next to you at dinner. For a while, you let him endlessly talk, taking amusement from both his amusement and Sam’s exasperated expression. But eventually, you start laughing and place your hand on Paulie’s shoulder to quiet him down.

“Why don’t I just sit in the middle of you two? My papa doesn’t mind me being a few seats down, you should know this already.” The two of them look at each other for a moment, squinting slightly, before they seem to come to a telepathic agreement, nodding their heads. Thankfully, the arrival of little Julia with Tommy and Sarah interrupts the childish argument as they enter the room with warm smiles.

“Aunty Y/N!” Julia runs, jumping into your arms as you bend down. You give her a tight hug as you raise up again, littering her face with kisses. She giggles as her uncles come up behind her and take turns kissing her too. Tommy and Sarah move to greet you after Julia wriggles out of your arms, running over to the presents waiting to be opened by the tree.

Once Ralphie, Vinny and the rest of your family have arrived, you all move to your seats at the table, passing around presents from the tree. Sam and Paulie sit quite happily next to you, smiling warmly when they see the gifts you’ve made for them. You have many to open yourself, but you can’t help but just look around at the joy on everyone’s face. It gives you more pleasure than any gift ever could- nothing compares to seeing your family happy and alive.

Eventually the food is brought in, plates and bowls of steaming food filling the room with a heavenly scent. The boys help bring the large turkey in, placing it in front of Salieri to carve. When the meat is cut, it’s quickly shared out and everyone’s plates quickly become filled. Your father stands up, raising a glass of wine as the rest of your family follow suit.

“Another year has passed. We’ve lost many but we’ve also gained so much. I’ve never been as proud as I am now in these moments when I stand before you all, my family, and see what we’ve accomplished. Y/N is my only daughter, but I’m sure she agrees too that you will all always be my sons and daughters. So I raise a toast. To a brighter future, a prosperous new year and good health to all of you. You all mean the world to me.”

As you look around at your family, arms raised in cheers as they send loving smiles towards your father and yourself, you can’t help but agree with him- they mean the world to you and nothing will ever change that.

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Thank you all so much for reading, I really hope you have enjoyed! <3 Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to you all!

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bubbyleh · 4 years

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full moon nights

While living in the crypt is only technically necessary for him, Darnold finds that he prefers living in their strange dungeon-esque bunker as opposed to a regular human apartment complex or something of similar nature. Having to wear sunglasses whenever he interacted with other people? Practicing his spells and potions in a more limited capacity? Yeah, that never would have worked out.

Besides, at least here he gets to live with his boyfriend!

Their meeting was a little unorthodox (Tommy had totally ruined Darnold’s full moon transmutation ritual in the middle of the woods, and when he de-wolfed about an hour later, he came back to help him clean up), but really, what inhuman encounter wasn’t?

Darnold wakes up to the feeling of Tommy hugging him just a little bit tighter, bringing him slightly closer. And while he isn’t going to complain about morning cuddles from his boyfriend, Tommy’s usually the kind of guy to wake up and get going. So the fact that he’s sticking in bed this morning is a little bit confusing.

At least, until Darnold remembers the lunar calendars they have pinned around the crypt.

There’s a full moon tonight.

Proximity to a full moon tends to do two things to Tommy. One, it brings the wolf instincts out in human form a bit, which means that he gets really clingy. But honestly, Darnold loves how affectionate Tommy is around those times, only really dampened by his worry over the second item.

Two, Tommy gets extremely anxious before a full moon. And finally opening up his eyes to the day, Darnold can clearly see that this is the problem.

Slowly, Darnold reaches up a hand to run through Tommy’s hair. Tommy leans into the touch in a way that reminds him of petting Sunkist.

“Hey,” Darnold greets his boyfriend. “You ready for tonight?”

The whimper Tommy lets out sounds more like a dog whining than a person about to cry. He buries his face into Darnold’s shoulder.

“Oh! Uh.” Darnold freezes for a moment, before patting Tommy’s back. “Hey, it’s going to be okay. Sunkist and I will be here when you and your dad get back. And tomorrow, I’ll let you two sleep in late, and get you breakfast in bed, and… this one’s just for you, Tommy, but I’ll cuddle with you for as long as you want?”

Tommy pulls away, sniffling slightly. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

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He’s never going to let Tommy know this, but full moons have kind of become Darnold’s least favorite nights. Sure, they’re great for quite a few rituals, but he’s nowhere near ready to perform any of the ones he needs to right now.

But truly, the reason Darnold fears full moons is Tommy. He gives Tommy and Gman a few blessings and tries to keep a brave face as he waves them off, but the second they disappear beyond the treeline, he can feel his brave face crumble away to fear. Sunkist leans her head against his leg, and with a sigh, Darnold turns back to the crypt.

“Come on, girl,” Darnold motions for her to follow him back inside. “Let’s find something to do.”

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Darnold knows he isn’t getting any sleep tonight, because ever since he started dating Tommy, he’s never managed to fall asleep when a full moon is out. Call him too worried, but what kind of boyfriend would he be if he wasn’t anxious about his boyfriend exposing his inhuman nature to the world once a month? Human repellent blessings can only get you so far.

So Darnold distracts himself with a simple task, really. He promised Tommy breakfast in bed tomorrow, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t deliver. And hey, with a little magic, he can have those pancakes and bacon prepared well ahead of time, and they’ll still taste warm and fresh when it’s time to eat.

Now if only his sous chef understood the rules of the kitchen.

“Sunkist! No!” Darnold manages to hoist the dog away from the griddle, where pancakes are currently frying. “Be careful, please! You could have burned your perfect little paws!”

Sunkist whines up at him, and Darnold sighs as he lets her stand back on the floor.

“Just leave the flipping to me, alright?” Darnold asks her. “You don’t have thumbs, so I think that’s fair.”

With a wag of her tail, Sunkist offers a single bwoof.

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Darnold has reached the point in the night he likes to call “emotional exhaustion”. It really only happens when he runs out of ways to distract himself, and he ends up thinking way too hard about the danger Tommy could be in without him even knowing. Sure, he’s confident in his blessings’ abilities to ward off humans, but also? He really can’t help being worried.

He ends up laying in their bed, one arm draped over his eyes as he pets Sunkist, whose head rests on his stomach. While he doesn’t hear the door to their room click open, he does feel Sunkist lift her head. She leaps off the bed, and Darnold sits up to see her circling Tommy, happily barking as he offers her a few ear scratches.

“Oh thank goodness,” Darnold breathes a sigh of relief, feeling a weight lifted from his shoulders. “Tommy come here, I’m going to hold you forever.”

With a tired laugh, Tommy flops onto the bed next to Darnold, Sunkist following suit. He rests his head on Darnold’s chest as they lay back, and the only word Darnold can think is safe, safe, safe.

“Did you- did you miss me?” Tommy asks, and Darnold can hear the grin in his voice.

“I always miss you when you’re gone,” Darnold deflects, because he’d rather not discuss his fear of losing Tommy right now. “I miss you when you take Sunkist on walks without me.”

“I missed you,” Tommy confesses.

In moments like these, Darnold always feels guilty that he was afraid Tommy would get hurt. Of course he would be fine. Tommy is so wonderful, and brave, and loving… nothing could ever harm him.

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bird-in-a-cage · 4 years

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Found the ones with the horniest vibes for me! 39, 62, 103, 114, 127, 149. You know e x a c t l y what I want bby 😌😏 -CockAsInTheBird

Hi bby!

As one of my biggest supporters, and with how many prompts you gave me, you’re getting two fills. For the first one, well, you’ll see. Hope you enjoy!

Also a quick thank you to everyone who has sent in a little request so far. It means the world to me. I’m slowly making my way through them all and will get to each one in time. Having a full time job really does take up vaulable writing hours let me tell you. There’s still plenty of prompts available from the list here, or if you wanna just spin me your own ideas that’s totally okay too. My ask box is always open.

#62 - It’s okay, they’re he’s gone now. #149 I just want to look at you

2k | dead dove do not eat | murder ahoy.

Part I is here

Serial Killer AU Part II

“If you could kill anyone, who would it be?” Steve asked casually, passing back the shared cigarette, smoke filling the air between them like barely there fog. Billy was laying down, plaid sheets bunched around his middle, looking up at a popcorn ceiling, shaggy brunette hair and dangerously calm amber eyes. Billy took what was left of the cigarette and inhaled slowly, but he didn’t have to think of an answer. He knew. Had known for years, if given the chance, who he would kill without a second thought. Had spent nights thinking about it over and over again.

“My dad.”

Those dangerous eyes twinkled in the dark, the only light coming from a lamp sitting on the nightstand, casting the room in a too bright orange glow. A smirk started to grow on Steve’s face, half hidden by shadows, the wheels starting to turn. He shifted, sank more under the sheets from his sitting position up against the headboard until he was on his side, propped up by an elbow, reached across the small space and thumbed Billy’s jaw tenderly like a lover would. It was little touches that pulled Billy more under his spell, little soft words here and there. Affirmations he was doing something good for the first time in his life.

He was good. After all this time.

“I think that sounds like a fun date night, don’t you?” Steve’s hand crept up to hold Billy’s cheek, cupping it softly, brushing his fingers over the bone underneath, tracing his skull like that’s all Steve could see. Was all he was interested in. “And you were so helpful with my little Hagan problem, I think you deserve it.”

Tommy had been three days ago. Billy drove. That’s what he did now. Drove Steve around wherever he wanted to go. Helped whenever he needed it. Mostly loading and unloading. Holding people down. Being the muscle. Keeping people quiet. Making sure their eyes were open. Steve liked that. Liked people watching him work. Liked to see the will to fight turn limp and tearful upon realisation.

Tommy never locked his door. Never had apparently. Steve had been in his house many times. Knew exactly where to find him, knew his mom was working out of town for a week after a little reconnaissance. Steve was still the town’s darling after all. Tommy put up more of a fight than most. Almost got away if Billy didn’t stop him at the door. Because he did that now too. Kept watch. Kept watch for cops and onlookers. Nosey neighbours. Made sure no one got away. No possible loose ends that would need to be tied up.

He'd looked up at Billy so betrayed.

Steve stabbed Tommy fourteen times in the kitchen of the Hagan house. One for every year they had been friends. The last one was in the heart, so powerful Billy heard a rib crack from the other side of the room.

Disobeying the King had broken Steve’s heart. So he had to break Tommy's in return.

Blood was everywhere. Steve was covered in it as he panted over Tommy’s body, choking and gurgling on the last few moments of life. Looking up at them both helplessly, like maybe this was just a nightmare and he'd wake up soon. Steve waited until all was silent, got to his feet and set the knife on the kitchen table, regained his composure and swept his hair back with a bloody hand and a deep sigh. During the act he looked manic. Possessed by pure evil. Eyes wild and crazy. Unblinking. Not missing a single moment of his own handiwork.

“I don’t want Mrs Hagan to find this, she was always nice to me," he said calmly, eyes never leaving Tommy’s body. It was an order without the words.

Clean this up.

So Billy did, without question. Grabbed rubber marigolds and bleach from under the sink and scrubbed and scrubbed until the kitchen was sparkling again. Tommy was rolled up into a bedsheet and dumped like old luggage in the trunk of the BMW. Billy drove them out to the outskirts of town when it was nearly dawn, a little side road Steve had picked out especially. He liked to display. What he was doing was art at the most carnal level.

"We used to come here when he was wanting to experiment," he explained calmly, like he wasn't propping up the body of his former friend against a rock for a hiker to stumble across on their morning trail. "Wasn't gay if it was out of town. It's not gay if you don't take it Stevie."

Billy had just smoked. Kept the engine running for the headlights and watched. He could have ended everything right there. Crushed the maniac under the wheels and ran. Someone would surely believe his story. He was innocent. But he didn't. He just stood and smoked. Waited.

Internally, he'd been trying to convince himself this was all for self preservation. Billy knew he was on Steve's imaginary list. He had to have been. Everyone else had been picked off and there wasn't a single hope he wasn't next. But Steve never said a word about it. Never gave off a look or an attitude that he was even contemplating it. He gave Billy smiles and compliments, reassurances that everything was okay, Billy was good at this, that he needed Billy's help, couldn’t do it without him. And something deep deep down clung to those kind, blood soaked words.

Billy had never been told he was good before. Always a bad kid, a troublemaker, only fit for a chain gang. Even in elementary school. Good grades but a poor attitude. Constantly in the way of everyone's good time, fit for nothing. So many times he'd heard his father's rage towards him, both in front of and behind his back. Cruel words snarled like Billy was nothing but an old dog that just wouldn't die. Didn’t fit in with the new family. A ghost from the past.

Steve told him he was good. Almost constantly. And he’d never really liked Tommy that much anyway.

With how those dark eyes glittered in the dark of Steve's room, looking directly into Billy's very soul, calling to him like a siren in the middle of a storm, a date night sounded like a great idea.

***

Max and Susan were away for the weekend. Billy remembered it being on the family calendar pinned to the wall by the door the last time he was home. The day of Nancy. Written in bold black ink and circled three times. They were visiting some aunt or cousin or whatever. Billy hadn't really been paying attention to the conversation other than when the phrase 'boy's weekend' innocently left Susan's lips and Billy's very core turned the ice at the thought of there being absolutely no barrier between him and his father’s rage for three whole days.

A lot had changed since then.

For as much as Billy detested his father, he knew his routine. An ex military man. Always kept impeccable timing. It had gotten Billy in trouble more than once. Being a minute late for curfew and having to spend the night freezing in his car, shivering under a leather jacket and not much else.

He could feel Steve practically vibrating with excitement in the passenger seat as Billy cut the engine pulling up to Cherry Lane. He squeezed Billy's thigh firm but tender. Reassuring but serious.

Don’t back out now.

"You ready for this stud?"

Billy could only nod looking up at the house and what he knew what inside. It was late and a Saturday night. Neil would be passed out on the couch in front of whatever movie was on tv, half drunk on warm beer if Billy wasn’t there to be the punching bag.

He wasn't scared. Wasn't really thinking about the consequences of all of this. This was revenge now. Payback. For years of abuse both mental and physical. For being beaten down and made to feel lower than dirt. For every foul word and sharp backhand. For every dinnerless evening and night alone willing himself not to sob into a pillow because boys don't cry William. For being made and twisted into a creature that was now beyond human, beyond all control, but Steve understood.

They shared the same soul, the same creature. It rattled around them deep inside. Jerked and pulled and warped and swelled and became unstoppable. Billy just needed someone to unlock the cage. Steve had the key that fit perfectly.

Billy squeezed Steve's hand before they left the car. Billy still had keys even though he hadn't been home in close to a month. No one came looking for him. He didn't expect them to. He very well could have been dead in a ditch the way the body count was growing and the cops were being incompetent. But it all just added fuel to the fire.

The entire time Steve's grin was delicious. That same manic look back in his eyes that was always there when they did this. Like a shark when there was blood in the water. It made Billy’s heart flutter. For this one they swapped places. Managed to get the surprise swoop and have Neil pinned with a hand over his mouth before he could properly register what was happening. Before he could spit one last drop of venom in Billy's direction.

Steve had given him back his switchblade. A present for being so loyal and helpful. A sign of trust that it would never be used on himself. Billy twisted it into his father's neck with no remorse. Buried the blade so deep it hit bone. The gush and waterfall of blood was warm on them both. Billy stepped back from it to watch realisation and anger and then abject hopelessness wash through steely eyes that had been nothing but cruel his whole life. Steve laughed. Cackled towards the ceiling, biting his lip like a schoolgirl. Made sure to get blood on his hands like he was washing them under a wild spring. Billy felt some drip off his cheek, stain his shirt as he just panted, heart hammering in his chest and thrumming through his bones as Neil was let go to twitch and die on the carpet. Finally gone.

Steve took Billy's head in his hands gently, cupping his jaw and thumbing up to his cheeks. Everything was slick and warm. Spreading blood everywhere that had been clean. Marking his teritory.

"Oh baby, I just wanna look at you, I'm so proud of you!" Steve spoke comfortingly. Like a mother would after their kid won a third grade spelling bee. His eyes sparkled like diamonds. He was genuinely proud of what Billy had done. And that made Billy warm inside. Emotions mixed and twisted as it sunk in what Billy had done. He was crying a few solitary tears before he knew it, but they were gently brushed away by caressing thumbs.

"Hey, hey its okay, he’s gone now" Steve cooed. "The first is always the hardest. Especially if it's family."

That had been Steve's first. His own father. He'd confessed one night in bed, both of them sweaty and hard. Like talking about this kind of thing was a turn on. It certainly was for Steve. Made him hard as a rock. He muttered his sins into the back of Billy's neck as he fucked into his protege so vigorously the headboard slammed off the wall and threatened to snap. Scraping his teeth over tanned skin as he let memories fly. About how he'd poisoned his father and just watched him convulce on the hallway floor. Just watched as the man begged for help but received nothing but the cold eyes of his own sixteen year old son.

He always came hard to that story, knuckles white, fingers digging into Billy’s hips and leaving bruises for days.

Billy tucked his head into Steve's neck, wrapped his arms around the thinner waist and let himself be held in return. Let himself be kissed. Let himself taste copper pennies and iron and smoke and spearmint gum from an hour before. And excitement. Let himself be pushed up against the wall of the hallway he'd walked through countless times and feel his partner hard against his hip. Let thighs slot together and bodies start rutting. Both running on adrenaline and excitement as a slain monster lay defeated on the floor. No longer part of the story. Groans being eaten. Hair being pulled. Bodies running tighter and tighter until the inevitable conclusion and cum soaked denim aftermath.

Steve panted warm against Billy’s temple, lips stained and swollen. Before this would have never been allowed. Never ever. Now Billy was free. Unchained. Knew deep in his heart and his head he would follow Steve to the ends of the earth as thanks for this wonderful gift. Words would never be able to describe how grateful he was.

It was the best day of his life.

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All Is Fair Ch. 18 Midnight Revelation

Tommy goes into a spiral, and Ada discovers that he does indeed have (gasp) feelings. Buzzkill Jenny runs into the only woman on earth who dislikes Tommy as much as she and brings Tommy some Christmas cheer. Tommy has a midnight revelation that could change everything!

“She sees things, Ada,” he drawled between sips of his drink. “Things that I’d rather her not.”

Ada pulled on the fingers of her gloves to loosen them. They were red leather, the same color as her lipstick, Tommy noticed. Once they were off, she folded them and put them into the pocket of her coat, blue cashmere, the same color as her eyes. The same color as his. “What things, Tommy?”

“Things in me. Things I don’t want anyone else to see.” he wiped his hands over his eyes, “I don’t want anything to happen to Charlie...and if something happens to me, he has to be independent…” He stopped mid-sentence and poured another whiskey.

“Has something happened that you need to tell us about?” she asked, notes of concern apparent in her voice. She had seen her brother like this before, and it usually ended in days of drinking and isolation.

“No. Nothing like that.” He averted his eyes and sighed. “Don’t make me say it.”

Understanding settled over her like a fog, and she nodded her head. “Oh. The guilt about the past.” She pressed her lips together for a moment then began again. “We all see that, love. Me, Aunt Pol, Arthur.”

“Why haven’t you said anythin’?”

“I don’t know; It’s this family. We all see things, but we let them slide. We aren’t exactly the type to talk about our feelings.” She smiled softly. “I do the same with Karl. It's different with boys and their mums, I suppose. I keep him at arm's length, but then I feel guilty and overindulge him to make up for it. I’m turning him into a right brat.”

They sat in companionable silence for a moment. Ada let him move at his own pace. He so rarely opened up about these things, and she knew better than to press him. He looked to Ada as his intellectual equal, and she matched him in sophistication, but lately, it seemed that he turned to her as a sounding board for his emotions. Odd, that Ada would be the one to truly understand him.

In the interval, he handed her a glass and they sat down, each on either side of his desk. He seemed to relax. The weight of his worries temporarily abated or at least lessened.

“She wants me to spend more time with Charlie.”

“Maybe that’s a good thing,” she mused. “Take him with you to London. Put him in a day school.”

“You sound like her. Has she talked to you about any of this?” He was on his feet again, reaching for a cigarette and turning to face the window, tension creeping like the tendrils of a vine and wrapping around his shoulders. “Because it will be all well and good until she’s gone and he is stuck with me.”

Ada’s eyes went wide and her mouth fell open slightly. She tilted her head just a fraction and stared at the back of his him with such determination that he had to have felt it. “Who says she’s going anywhere, Tom?”

He held on to the windowsill so tightly that his hands became numb. His breath fogged the glass, obscuring the leaden sky from view. He wanted to imagine a life with Lia, but she wouldn’t stay. She would break under the pressures of “the life”, or he would drive her away with his black moods. Either way, he couldn’t imagine a bright young thing like Lia being doomed to a life with him. If he really loved her he wouldn’t …

“Tommy! Answer me. She loves you. She knows who you are, and she still loves you. If you are just keeping her as a pet, I swear I’ll—“

He turned, interrupting her, “No, Ada. It’s not like that. I don’t want her to end up miserable, or hurt—“

“If you drop her she’ll be devastated—“

“—or killed, Ada! I don’t want her to end up like Grace.”

Ada’s face fell. Her mouth, which had been open and ready to admonish him, closed and became small. Sometimes she forgot that her brother had feelings that were present tense. Tommy seemed to couch all of his emotions in the past: guilt, regret, the pain of losing Grace, and the terror of the war. These were all spectres of things gone by. The present, Ada thought, was the hard shell that the past had built around him and the broad shoulders that could carry the whole family’s weight. She felt her heart breaking for him because she knew that he was right. There would always be danger in being a Shelby or loving a Shelby.

“Talk to her. Before you come up to London, Talk to her. If she has all the facts, and she still wants to stay,” Ada sighed and put her arms around her brother and settled her chin on his shoulder, “you have to let her. You deserve love.”

***

It was Christmas Eve, and Tommy had driven into Small Heath to put in a few hour’s work before trimming the tree with Ada, Karl, and Charlie. He was always amazed at how much he could get done in the crisp silence of an empty office. The telephones were quiet in their cradles, no one was piling more papers into his inbox, and there were no appointments on his calendar, which made it all the more odd that he heard someone tapping at the door to the main entrance.

He went into the front room and used the barrel of his revolver to move the curtains by the door. It was Jenny. For a moment, panic flashed through him because he figured she would only seek him out if something had happened to Lia, but her demeanor was calm, almost businesslike. He put his gun away and rearranged his jacket to cover it, smoothed his hair back, and opened the door.

“We need to have a talk,” Jenny barked out as she crossed the threshold, hardly affording Tommy a glance.

Tommy secured the door and extended his arm to show her the way. Jenny walked ahead of him, straight into his office, and after refusing his offer of a drink she informed him that what she had to say wouldn’t take long. He motioned toward a chair, but she remained standing as he took a seat and lit a cigarette. Her chilly attitude was beginning to surpass the bounds of his hospitality.

“Alright then, what’s on your mind, Miss Montrose?”

Jenny folded her arms and leveled a glare at him. “Just now, at the Christmas Market, I ran into someone who knows you.”

“Is that a fact?” He spoke with practiced boredom that was meant to reduce the self-worth of the person he was addressing. He shuffled the stack of papers on his desk and surveyed her over the tops of his glasses. Rather than deterring Jenny from confronting him, it spurred her on.

“Yes. She knows you very well. Her name is Esme Shelby. Ring any bells?”

His mask of indifference slipped a fraction at the mention of his sister-in-law’s name, but he recovered quickly. “And how is my dear sister-in-law?”

“She had some interesting things to say about you. Said if I cared anything at all for my cousin, I would drag her away from here and away from you.”

Tommy scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Our Esme always did have a flair for the dramatic.”

“She said that your soul was like a charnel house,” Jenny spat. “That you carried the deaths of the innocent on your conscience, and that debt would be paid with the blood of those that you love. She said that you would never have peace.”

His indifference turned to darkness then. He dropped the papers in his hands and his eyes snapped up to hers. He heard echoes of the words Esme told him on the day that John died. He glared, unseeing, at Jenny, grinding his teeth and ruminating over the root of all his losses when he realized that she was still talking. He had to regain control.

“...I can’t convince her to leave you, but you could do the decent thing—”

Tommy gulped his whiskey and shook his head as he interrupted her. “Jenny, I’m a soldier.” He waved his hand dismissively as he continued, “The ones you are speaking of are all in the past, but they all knew the risk. Just like a soldier or that copper with whom you are recently acquainted.” Menace flashed in his eyes for a split-second. “You take the King’s shilling and he expects you to kill...or be killed. They call it an occupational hazard.” He extended his arms and surveyed the luxury of the room. “As you can see, my razor gang days are all in the past.”

Undeterred by his speech, Jenny stepped closer and leaned forward with her fists on Tommy’s highly polished mahogany desk.“What about your driver, eh? Did he take the King’s shilling just last week?”

He narrowed his eyes at her and his fingers went white on his glass of whiskey while she continued to needle him. “What about Mrs. Shelby? Did she know the price she would pay? How long before Lia has to earn her shilling and be added to the souls that hang ‘round your neck?”

Tommy was just superstitious enough to believe in speaking things into existence, and Jenny had given voice to his worst fear. It was one thing for him and Ada to discuss his fears in the darkened warmth of his study, but he could not abide by this. Any semblance of cool fell away from him as he slammed his whiskey down and shouted, “That’s enough!”

Jenny scrambled backward. Her face, twisted into a sneer only moments ago, went blank and lost all color.

White-hot anger ripped through his body, propelling him out of his seat and around his desk where he continued to shout. “You have no idea what you are talking about!” He pointed at the door, “Take your accusations and your talk of spirits and leave while you still can see!”

Jenny backed toward the door, keeping her eyes on Tommy, who stood with one arm still raised, finger pointed like a gun toward the door and the fist of his other hand clenched, visibly shaking with rage. Before she turned to leave, she managed to speak with a shaking voice, “You are burning up with madness because you know I’m right.”

***

The tree was trimmed, cookies and whiskey were warming on the hearth for Father Christmas, and the boys were tucked up safe in their beds when Ada, at last, sank into an overstuffed chair to wait for her brother. He had gone into the other room to call Moss as soon as the boys’ feet hit the stairs, and he was still in there. She could only imagine why Tommy would choose Christmas Eve to call one of the coppers on their payroll. As far as she knew, business was good; Tommy, however, was not.

Tommy had come home from the office in a strange mood. He said and did all the right things as they tramped through the woods to cut greenery, mistletoe, and holly for the house. They lit the candles, draped garlands, took tea in the sitting room, and ended the night with storytelling and laughter. But in the spaces between, she could tell that something was on his mind. It was in the way she caught him staring off into space, and the way his smile sometimes wouldn’t reach all the way up to his eyes. She had chalked it up to the things they had talked about the night before, but now that he was on the phone with Moss she wasn’t so sure. She alternated between crunching on pieces of ice from her whiskey and straining to listen as wisps of conversation floated from the other room. The longer she sat, the more uneasy she felt. When the clock chimed 12:00, she was fed up with waiting for whatever crumbs of information Tommy was apt to throw to her.

Just then, he slipped into the room on quiet feet, with his hands in his pockets and his head hanging down.

Ada stretched and announced, “Okay, Tom. Out with it. If you are going to tell me something, tell me. I am exhausted, I’ve had a long day of chasing after my son and yours, and I am not in the mood to tiptoe around until you are sufficiently ready to tell me what is going on.”

He lifted his head and gave her a slow smile. “I’ve made a decision. I’m getting married.”

Well, Well, Well. In classic Tommy "The Revolution Stopper" Shelby fashion, he simply announces that he is getting married. When did he decide that, and WTF happened on the phone with Moss? I will answer those questions in the next chapter.

Jenny is really (annoyingly) looking out for her cousin's well being, but her good intentions are not wanted in this fic. She can fuck off or lose her eyes, right?

Also, Esme is back in town and talkin' shit about Thomas! I can't say that I blame her—she has her reasons. I haven't totally decided if this is just a cameo appearance or if she should stick around for a while. What do y'all think?

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