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little-diable · 11 months

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Tangled Faith - Tommy Shelby (1/4)

Okay ngl, I am obsessed with this story, I hope y'all like it just as much as I do. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader, a female pastor, takes over the Catholic Church in Tommy's part of the city, so, it doesn't take long for her and Tommy to cross paths. Even though she tries to stay out of his business, Tommy can't help but notice that something seems off about the woman.

Warnings: 18+, masturbation (m), mentions guns and threats, religious connotations, a lot of tension

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x female pastor reader (2.3k words)

Part Two

Every step she took made a sound so defeating those close by couldn’t help but wonder which demonic power had managed to break down the heavy doors of the holy halls. (Y/n) had her eyes set on the altar, on the heavy stone columns that formed the church into the building that towered over the surrounding houses. Her habit floated around her ankles, making her appear taller, growing in the shadows like Lucifer himself, lurking behind the wooden benches that were now empty but would be filled within the next hour.

The scent of incense and burning candles filled her nostrils with every breath she inhaled, forcing her closer towards the altar, dropping to her knees right in front of it. With her fingers laced together she spoke a quick prayer, ending it with a cross sign. Her body knew the routine by heart, trusting herself to prepare for the upcoming service, placing down the heavy goblet, filled with wine that no longer tasted of sun dried grapes and fresh Summer, but of older times reminding one of dropping bombs, crying children, and grieving lovers. A stale taste she’d never get used to.

(Y/n) had taken on her position only a handful of days ago, replacing the old, all too corrupt pastor, at least that’s what she had been told. A woman amongst a crowd of greedy, power hungry men that couldn’t bear being around a woman as strong-headed as (y/n), a foolish mistake those that dared to doubt her standing would eventually pay for, burning in the fires of hell down below.

“Pastor (y/n)?” Her eyes found the dark ones of a nun she hadn’t crossed paths with yet, eyebrows raised to wait for the woman to keep on talking. “A woman’s here to see you, her name’s Polly Gray.”

She couldn’t help but notice the slight tremble of the nun’s voice, quivering as if the name she just had spoken was a demonic ritual, unleashing powers those that breathed the same air as she did wouldn’t be able to fight against. Curiosity began to fill (y/n)’s system, studying the young nun for a moment before her gaze flickered down to her pocket watch, “There’s no time for such meetings, service starts in a few minutes. Tell her to come find me afterwards. Invite her to join in on the service.”

The nun hesitated for a moment, fumbling with her fingers, trying to find the right words to go against the pastor’s command, but no word left the woman, slowly nodding her head before she disappeared within the shadows of the holy halls. A deep breath was exhaled as (y/n) found herself being alone once again, eyes fluttering close as an annoyed “May You give me the strength to endure this place” left her lips.

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“I don’t like being told to wait.” A strong, unfamiliar voice echoed through (y/n)’s office, eyes finding a pair of dark ones. A woman by far older than she was was sitting in one of the leather chairs placed in (y/n)’s office, lips enclosed around a cigarette, releasing the blueish smoke one wouldn’t be able to run from.

“I don’t like being commanded around. Seems like we both have our minds set on things we like and don’t like.” (Y/n) closed the door to her office, finding her way to her desk, plopping down in the all too uncomfortable chair with a tired sigh. “You joined in on the service.”

“No need to sound so surprised, pastor, I cherish my faith.” Polly Gray’s eyes didn’t dare leave (y/n)’s features, as if she was looking for something, anything she could use to go against the female pastor she had no information on. There was something about the newcomer that screamed of anger, of troubles those that were too focused on their own back and forth with men and women that found pleasure in using weapons couldn’t waste any time on.

“Speak what’s on your mind, I doubt you’re here to confess your sins.” (Y/n) watched the woman take one last inhale, blowing the smoke out into the room before she stood up, walking closer. The two didn’t break eye contact once, a game that would go on till one of them decided to give up, to back down from a fight that wasn’t fuelled by words, though by the need to scare one another off, to mark their territories.

“It won’t take long till you’ll find yourself having to decide who you will work for, a decision that will either put you in your grave, or help you and the church financially. We count on your help with whatever we may ask of you.” A humourless chuckle ripped through (y/n), hands toying with the wooden rosary dangling from her neck, the cold cross that pressed against her fingertips like the trigger of a gun. Perhaps Polly had expected her to give in, to tremble in fear, stuttering her words – just like Polly was used to – but whatever was going through (y/n)’s mind was by far more daunting than the other woman could expect, memories so cold even those coming from the lands far up North wouldn’t be able to endure for long.

“The other pastors may have found themselves trapped in your empty promises and cheap threats, but I’m not them, Polly Gray. Light a candle on your way out, have a good night.” It took the dark eyed woman a few seconds to start moving, slowly nodding her head as she started walking towards the door. The clicking of her heels rang in (y/n)’s ears like machine guns going off, triggering memories she had buried beneath the cold ground, slowly giving into the tantalising call of her name. And with one last glance shared between both women, the door to (y/n)’s office was ripped open and shut with a heavy thud moments later.

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With her eyes set on the colourful windows, (y/n) found herself cherishing the silence filling the church. It hadn’t even been twenty four hours since her run in with Polly Gray, a fleeting night she had spent going through old notes, piecing the puzzle pieces together. By now she knew everything about Polly Gray, the Peaky Blinders, and a man called Tommy Shelby, at least the side of the story the church books told her.

The nuns had warned her of those that walked earth with a dark aura following them, a dark aura only those that were damned could endure, feasting from their hearts and souls. Whispers (y/n) had barely spared any attention, not caring about gang wars, guns, and drugs that were smuggled, not wanting to get involved in battles that weren’t hers to fight.

But even though she had made it clear to those surrounding her that they would no longer get tangled in the Shelby business, her peace didn’t last long. Heavy steps interrupted the silence, filling the church, walking closer towards the pastor that was sitting on a wooden bench, hands holding onto her black, worn out bible.

“I have to say, I’m impressed. No other woman has ever managed to say no to Polly Gray’s threats.” The man’s accent grew thicker with every syllable that rolled off his tongue, body finding rest next to her frame. (Y/n) didn’t avert her gaze, kept staring straight ahead as she listened to the stranger alight a cigarette, deeply exhaling. She knew who he was, the one others feared, not wanting to cross paths with the reaper himself.

“Tell me, Tommy Shelby, have you ever read the Romans?” She felt his eyes on her features, studying the woman for a moment before he let go of an emotionless “No, I haven’t”. With her lips pulled into a smile, (y/n) slowly turned towards the handsome stranger, speaking the words she knew by heart. “If you do wrong, be afraid, for he does not bear the sword in vain. For he is the servant of God, an avenger who carries out God's wrath on the wrongdoer. Your threats may have worked on those who have called this church their home before me. Greedy men that were easy to fool, but I find no beauty in weapons, drugs, and jewellery, Mister Shelby. This church is for those who beg for His forgiveness, a forgiveness that shall only be granted if the plea comes from their heart, carried by true intentions. Pardon me if I am wrong about this, but I don’t think threatening a pastor’s life and her church will do you any good.”

“I’ve been damned a long time ago, I don’t fear God’s wrath.” The man’s head rolled back, blowing the smoke out into the church as (y/n) kept studying him. “It seems like you’ve asked the right questions, you seem well informed about what is happening in our part of the city.” He was undoubtedly handsome, the piercing eyes that reminded her of a life she no longer was part of, the calloused fingers that felt more mental beneath them than any blacksmith in their area. Tommy Shelby intrigued her, pulled into his trap by the danger he exuded, by the tantalising shadow of death that followed him around, old schemes (y/n) was all too familiar with.

“I know enough to pull away from whatever deal you have forced the other pastors into. This church may be open to you for prayers, confessions, and calls of guidance, but not for the price of another living soul. Now, if you excuse me.” (Y/n) rose to her feet, walking down the hallway till the sound of Tommy cocking his gun found its way to her, forcing (y/n) to halt in her steps. The sound of a gasp broke through the air, two pairs of eyes watching the frame of a young nun flee from this very hallway, finding shelter amongst those that didn’t dare interfere. Slowly (y/n) turned towards the smoking man, staring at him for a few seconds before she walked back into his direction, finding a sick satisfaction in the surprised gaze swimming in his pupils. “You may aim your gun at me, but don’t tempt me with a good time, Mister Shelby, not if you don’t intend on shooting me.”

(Y/n) came to a halt in front of him, palm pressed against the muzzle of his gun, slowly directing it towards the ground. Tommy’s piercing eyes bore into hers, silently communicating with the pastor. She stood close, breath about to clash against his lips with every exhale of cold air her lungs tried to grasp. With her hand finding his shoulder, (y/n) whispered into his ear a taunting, “Find me once you’ve made up your mind.”

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Days later, as (y/n) found herself finding comfort in the darkness of her office, staring at the letter that had been addressed to her, asking her to find her way to the Garrison tomorrow evening, Tommy Shelby found himself leaning back in his bathtub. The night was dark, awfully calm, an unfamiliar calmness that allowed the man to find comfort in the warm water that offered him enough peace. It felt as if the water was hugging him, reminding him of how it felt to be close to a woman, and yet his mind hadn’t been able to stop thinking of a certain woman he had crossed paths with days ago.

The moment (y/n) had walked back towards him, eyes carrying an undoubtedly challenging gaze, his mind had painted a colourful picture of her body pressed against his. He had taken a look at the forbidden fruit, getting lost in the appearance that may look like God himself had crafted her with his bare hands, but seeped something dangerous Tommy couldn’t pinpoint.

His eyes were squeezed shut as his hand grasped his cock, giving his hardening length a strong tug. His thoughts kept guiding him, focusing on her beautiful face, the memories no longer vivid and bright though blurred as if he had woken from his dreams moments ago, unable to remember what exactly he had dreamt of. A heavy groan left Tommy as his fingers picked up their pace, hips jerking to fuck his hand, wondering how it may feel to have her touching him.

“Fuck,” the word rolled off his tongue as if he was speaking to her, as if (y/n) was sitting in front of him, hand wrapped around his cock, tongue brushing away his drops of precum. Like fingers rolling wooden beads, she’d put her tongue to good work, carefully touching him, allowing him to fuck her mouth with enough care to not hurt her throat too much. Tommy’s heart picked up its beat, roaring in his chest to warn him of his arising high, soon enough he’d cum on his fingers, thinking of her for one last time before he broke through the cloud of lust he was stuck in.

A string of curses left the man as he came, eyes squeezed shut, hand lazily moving for a few more moments before he let go, sinking back into the warm water. Tommy Shelby had his eyes set on the price, and he’d get his hands on her, eventually.

#Tommy Shelby smut #Tommy Shelby imagine #tangled faith #peaky blinders imagine

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auggieisgay · 4 months

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vent sorta

I love the character Faith so much but she has my dead name and it kinda feels weird to have a character with the name I hate :(

Honestly considering changing her name if I include her in one of my tangled fics

#Faith tangled #Tangled #Tangled Faith #trans #dead name #trans man #tts

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artist-issues · 8 months

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What Even Are Disney Princesses?

I think two things make Disney Princesses super-successful. The first thing is that they’re “One of Us.” The second thing is, they’re “Examples of Superheroic Character.” Not as in “super-power,” but as in, “strength of values.” Just like the best super-heroes (like Spidey) usually are. The difference is, Disney Princesses don’t (usually) have superpowers that show off their strength of character—so how they respond to circumstances is what shows off their strength of character, instead.

For example:

Ariel’s One of Us

It’s ironic but it’s true. She’s the modern catalyst for this idea. She’s “the girl next door.” Every single person can relate to wanting more than what you have even if what you have is wonderful; every single person who’s been a teenager can relate to wanting to be understood, and feeling this horrible tension between loving what they’ve got but feeling like what they’ve got doesn’t fit anymore as they grow up.

She’s got these sweet little moments where she doesn’t know how a fork works but she’s so excited to see one and then embarrassed when she gets funny looks for brushing her hair with it. She sobs and runs away from an argument where her dad isn’t listening to her. She laughs at herself for pretending to be engaged to Eric’s statue. And tiny changes are made so that we think of her less as a mermaid or a princess and more as one of us—nobody ever calls her “Princess” regularly, except the bad guy. AND

Ariel’s Superheroic Character

Ariel has a strength of faith that many of us can only dream of. She learns a tiny piece of truth—that humans make wonderful things—and from that, she chooses to believe that all of her culture’s history, everything her dad says, and even the fact that her own mother was killed by humans, is wrong. When she says, “I don’t see how a world that makes such wonderful things could be bad,” she’s doing what so few of us are capable of: she’s taking truth, and acting upon it, instead of going with the crowd and listening to the popular opinion.

She does the same thing when she learns that Eric is a selfless, noble, self-sacrificial human—she knows those things are true, so she chooses to love him and sacrifice for him, against all odds and hard circumstances. We’d all like to be the kind of people who can do that, so that’s why she’s a good example.

Another example!

Belle’s One of Us

We can all relate to feeling lonely, and out of place. To feeling like we want what we see in stories—adventure, big, epic lives—and then finding out that what we really want is the thing that makes those stories worthwhile: love, simple and plain. Love that sees our inner world and meets us there.

She has these tiny moments of trying to talk to people about what she’s really excited and passionate about in her stories, but people who can only see the work and day-to-day in front of their noses don’t get it. She’s charmed and excited by things that are charming, like dancing silverware. She rages to herself about annoying suitors while she does her chores. She’s afraid of things that make sense to be afraid of, like hungry wolves and horrifying beasts. And she misses her father, even when she’s living the storybook adventure she’s always dreamed of, and she isn’t afraid to show it.

AND

Belle’s Superheroic Character

Belle has this almost-unattainable, inspiring character trait of self-sacrifice. She’s read books about heroes her whole life. She’s dreamt of freedom and adventure. But she gives it all up for her father, and sacrifices her independence, her home, her only source of love, to be like the heroes in her storybooks, even though she’s done nothing deserving of that fate. And considering her relationship with Gaston, we know that what she’s really giving up is every dream and every love to live with her worst nightmare—chained to a tyrant who’s cruel and self-focused.

But she does it anyway. And she doesn’t stop there. She makes the most of her situation—not by breaking her word and trying to get free, but by being willing to see that there’s more to that self-focused tyrant than she originally thought. By believing, once he shows her that he has enough good in him to save her life, that that good can be coaxed out and strengthened, and even loved. She’s this high ideal of self-sacrifice at every decision she makes.

I could add to this post with every single Disney Princess from Snow White to Moana, but I don’t have to. You guys know what I mean! The Disney Princesses have hearts that are everything we wish we could be—and because they’re also relatable humans, they make us believe that we could one day have the same hearts, too.

It’s never about their ability to sing, or have tiny waists, or big eyes, or healing hair and freezing powers and magic mermaid voices. It’s about their strength of character.

#Disney princess #Disney princesses #character analysis #characters #analysis #meta #film analysis #earth and the beast #the little mermaid #tangled #Snow White #Cinderella #faith #sleeping beauty #Moana #princess and the frog #Disney #the real Disney

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tenshichan1013 · 4 months

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RTA: “once a handmaiden...” favorite screenshots part XXII

#disney #tangled #tangled screenshots #tangledbea #tangled bea #tangled before ever after #tangled the series #rapunzel's tangled adventure #once a handmaiden...#cassandra #rapunzel #eugene fitzherbert #pascal #faith #king frederic #adira

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eryanlainfa · 2 months

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Somehow they got people more worried than when the QUEEN herself got pregnant.

I stumbled upon my airigo parent AU notes and had to doodle them feeling miserable

#it looks like hugo and aiden fought fkfjdkd- they did not- theyre just feeling sick #i think Daniel and Faith each stumbled upon one of them being insane and thought maybe putting them all in the same room would help #daniel debating whether those three idiots really should be allowed to have a kid or not- 😔#faith isnt sure what concerns her the most about the whole thing-#eryart #doodle #airigo #oc x canon #Vat7k oc #tangled oc #tts oc #Vat7k aiden #Vat7k varian #Vat7k hugo #tts faith #tts daniel #varian

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pattheanimator · 1 year

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As I’ve been reposting a bunch of my art to Tumblr, I was going to post these for Tangled’s anniversary, but missed it by a day! Oh, well. A couple of years ago, some members of the fandom decided to do a Tangled challenge for Art April, and I thought I’d give it a shot! These are my entries, batch 3 of 3: 21. Tangled character in cosplay - Faith 22. Tangled the Series crossover - Life is Strange 23. Member of the Brotherhood - Adira 24. Favourite Tangled series couple - Rapunzel and Eugene 25. Character in a Dark Kingdom-style outfit - Eugene 26. Lance 27. Eugene 28. Rapunzel 29. Varian 30. Cassandra

#tangled #tangled the series #rapunzel's tangled adventure #faith #life is strange #max caulfield #chloe price #adira #rapunzel #eugene fitzherbert #lance strongbow #varian #cassandra #art april

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nerdasaurus1200 · 4 months

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It’s hilarious how these line up almost perfectly 😂😂😂

#tts #rta #tangled #tangled the series #rapunzel's tangled adventure #nerd talks #rapunzel #faith

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scenevarian · 9 months

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Sometimes when its like 1-4 AM varian would just come out his lab and just walk in the hallways, whenever someone woke up and went downstairs while it was early morning you'd see a varian like baking or something

(I MEAN TO PUT RUN INSTEAD OF TUN IN THE FIRST TAG)

#im a firm believer that varian and faith tun into each other at night and then bake or clean #they have mop fights #you know im right #tangled varian #rapunzles tangled adventure #real #hugo vat7k #varigo #tangled #varian tts #rapunzels tangled adventure #tangled the series

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tangledbea · 4 months

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Who would you rather have as Rapunzel’s other gal pal, Faith or Sophie?

Sophie. Faith's personality doesn't gel with Rapunzel's, and also, her being besties with her employee isn't actually a good idea. There would always be a power imbalance, like there was with Cassandra.

#Tangled #Tangled the Series #Rapunzel #Faith #Sophie #TTS #Answered

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vicontheinternet · 6 months

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Ppl only care abt rapunzel being a blonde when it comes to poc fancast and make up all these hypothetical in the comments like she was a natural blonde

#writing whole dissertation in ppl comments as to why their white fancast would be better #hey susan it’s not abt you rn if you wanna be heard make you own post #now if I pointed out how most ppl aren’t even natural blonde’s I’d be the bad guy #but when you say not even princess needs to be poc it’s fine ok #disney tangled #rapunzel #tangled #disney princesses #this isn't a dig to ppl who fancast rapunzel as white #because there are some great fancast this is kore of a response to ppl leaving comments in bad faith under poc creators fancast

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whiskyarts · 11 months

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sydney kitty a3

rapunzel other one c5

He's ready for his date with MC!!

She watched Legally Blonde one (1) time and got inspired

#ask #my art #dol sydney #sydney the faithful #tangled the series #tangled #rapunzel #zachiedoodles #psith

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little-diable · 11 months

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Tangled Faith - Tommy Shelby 2/4

Thank you for the love on the first part of this, I can't wait to hear what y'all think about this chapter. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Warnings: 18+, lots of tension and almost smut, mentions weapons, blood, arson, threats, religious connotations

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x female pastor reader (2.3k words)

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Part One Part Three

The Garrison was packed, loud chatter filled the place, a sound so uneasy, (y/n)’s body begged her to turn around and leave. But her curiosity spurred her on, forcing the woman further into the pub, eyes searching for a familiar pair of blue ones. Her hands tightened their grip on her black coat, covering the dark suit she wore, finding comfort in wearing the black fabric, one with the shadows she chased.

It didn’t take her long to find the man who was already looking at her with an intense gaze, cigarette placed between his pale lips, hand wrapped around a glass. Her steps carried her closer towards Tommy Shelby, not breaking eye contact, not even as she noticed another man standing next to him, face graced by a prominent moustache. Only as she came to a halt in front of Tommy did she allow her eyes to meet the curious ones of the other man, nodding at him.

“I followed your invite, like you asked me to. Did you make up your mind?” Her words were met with a laugh bubbling out of the other man, eyes flickering between the two.

“Aye, would you look at that, you must be the new pastor. I’m Arthur Shelby.” (Y/n)’s eyes flickered down to the hand he reached out for her to shake, a test perhaps, a trick to toy with the woman, but she didn’t move, hands pressed against the fabric of her coat. It took Arthur a moment to lower his hand, irritated eyes finding their way back to Tommy’s piercing ones.

“Get her something to drink, Arthur, there are things we need to discuss.” Without speaking another word, (y/n) took the glass Arthur reached out for her to take before she followed Tommy through the pub, pushing past men and women that studied the three of them with curious eyes, nosy bystanders that studied the woman that wore a black suit. She didn’t fit, an outsider that stood out amongst the crowd of drinking and smoking people, a threat to their families and their business, at least that’s what her demeanour led them to believe.

They entered another room, an empty room that finally allowed her tense shoulders to relax, and her ears to stop ringing. She watched the two men sit down, making themselves comfortable in chairs they’ve sat in numerous times before, pointing towards an empty one. No word dared to pass her lips, waiting for them to speak up, hand tightening its grip on her glass filled with brown liquor.

“You’re an intelligent woman, you know that there’s no way out of us working together. There’s no use in running from a deal, it will happen either way.” Tommy’s voice broke the silence, forcing a scoff from (y/n). She took a sip of the liquor, eyes closing in on Tommy who studied her as if she was an experiment of his, a body that had been granted life on this very earth. Tommy looked at her as if he was the creator of all things surrounding them, a higher power only those fortunate enough could even dare to think of crossing paths with. “So, here’s how this will go: we will keep on using the church’s cellar as a depot or so to speak. And you will be protected by us.”

“Protection is what you offer me? For hiding your drugs? Protection from what or who, Mister Shelby?” Her voice had a teasing undertone to it, an undertone that could easily be mistaken by those that didn’t pick up on the anger flaring up in her pupils, set on burning whoever dared to touch her to the ground.

“Whoever may threaten you and the church.” (Y/n) drowned the last gulp of her drink, setting the glass down on the table with a humourless laugh rumbling through her. She rose to her feet, hands buried in the pockets of her heavy coat.

“You’re the only one threatening me and my church. There will be no deal between us, certainly not for hiding drugs. I’d advise you to find another hideout, don’t think of approaching me with a pathetic offer like that ever again. Have a good evening, gentlemen.” She disappeared from the room before either Tommy or Arthur could speak up, staring at the place where she had been standing just moments ago. (Y/n) pushed her way out of the Garrison, deeply exhaling as she was met with the chilly evening air, finding comfort in the darkness that was lingering in the streets. With her eyes set ahead, (y/n) made her way back to the church, replaying the past moments in her head over and over again, unable to stop thinking of the intense gaze Tommy had shared with her.

Her moment of distraction was used by those that approached her from behind, covering her mouth with a gloved hand to pull her into a sidestreet. She tossed in the man’s grasp, wide eyes focusing on the features of a man she hadn’t seen before. (Y/n) was pushed against the nearest wall, skin scraping along the cold surface.

“Luca Changretta sends his greetings. Take this as a warning, pastor, if you are seen with the Shelbys again, he will kill you.” The man’s voice had a strange twang to it, a minor detail she couldn’t help but focus on, even as she felt a cold blade being pressed against her throat. The point of the knife moved along her throat, toying with the cross necklace dangling from her neck, mouth still covered by the man’s hand. An angry scream threatened to claw through (y/n), though before she could even try to rip herself free again, a fist was buried in her stomach, forcing her to topple over.

Her palm met the cold ground, trying to catch herself before she’d collapse. Tears blurred her vision, angry tears that dripped down her warm cheeks. Before she could use her now free hands, wanting to reach for the knife strapped to her calf, the men disappeared in the shadows. (Y/n)’s eyes fluttered close in a desperate try to catch her breath, leaning against the wall for some support.

“It seems like you need our protection after all.” Her eyes shot open to find a pair of familiar blue ones, the mere sight of Tommy Shelby forced a groan out of her, allowing her eyes to close once again. Tommy stepped closer, carefully helping her back to her feet, not daring to let go. (Y/n) watched his gun disappear back in its holster before Tommy slung his arm around her waist, wordlessly guiding her through the streets.

“Keys?” Tommy murmured the words as they came to a halt in front of the church, taking the key (y/n) pulled from her coat with a groan, watching him unlock the side door of the church, helping her inside. An almost eerie silence engulfed the two as he helped her into her bedroom, placing her down on the worn out mattress she had to sleep on. For a few moments all Tommy did was stare at her, as if he was giving her the chance to speak another spiteful phrase, to push him away from her, but she kept quiet, wordlessly begging him to help her out.

Her coat was carefully pulled off her body, hands moving closer to her blouse, though stopped halfway by her cold ones. Their eyes met as (y/n)’s hands found his, shaking her head, not daring to cross that line just yet. Tommy’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, eyes flickering down to her bleeding palm.

“We need to clean your wound, where’s the bathroom?” With a sigh leaving her, (y/n) pointed towards her bathroom, torn between her annoyance directed at Tommy, and the anger she felt towards those that had dared to threaten her. Tommy returned moments later with a wet cloth, carefully taking her hand in his to clean her palm. His eyes searched hers, trying to focus on the emotions swimming in her pupils, unable to tell what she was feeling. “The Italians are our problem, and since you’ve been seen with me, they’re now also your problem.”

The cloth found its way to her bedside table, no longer focused on as Tommy towered over her. He reached for her chin, forcing (y/n) to keep on looking at him as he kept talking, “You need to get over your pride, and give in. I can’t protect you otherwise.”

“I don’t need your protection. I was distracted, which they’ve seemed to pick up on, I won’t make the same mistake twice.” She rose to her feet, not liking the way Tommy stared at her, clearly using his position to talk down on her, making her feel the power he held over her. One of his hands found her waist, keeping her close as the other pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. She felt his breath teasing her lips, making her heart roar in her chest, unable to bite down the wave of longing he shot through her, a longing she had buried years ago, not daring to give into the carnal need.

Something seemed to guide them closer together, eyes focusing on their lips, begging them to close the distance between them. The tension between the two of them was palpable, growing with every passing second, a tension that turned into a crackling wildfire as Tommy closed the distance between them. It took (y/n) a second to snap into motion, hand finding his neck to keep him close, lips moving in sync with his.

The kiss wasn’t rushed and yet it was fueled by a passion neither Tommy nor (y/n) had ever felt before. A groan ripped through him as she bit down on his lip, allowing his tongue to meet hers, tasting the cigarettes and alcohol he had fostered for the past hour. Their bodies seemed to complement each other perfectly, guided back towards her bed, forcing her back down with Tommy towering over her. They didn’t break the kiss once, not as his hands were finally allowed to work on her blouse, not as he ground his clothed bulge against her core.

A moan clawed through (y/n) as Tommy kissed his way down her throat, sucking marks into her skin as if he was claiming her for all demons and angels to see, one with the creator of all life, proving his power once again. But before he could free her of her clothes, needing to feel her naked skin pressed against his, (y/n) seemed to snap out of her trance, pushing him away from her.

Both were heavily breathing, staring at one another with wide eyes. She rose from her bed, fingers working on buttoning her blouse once again, chasing the distance between them. Slowly he rose to his feet, eyes following her every step, not understanding what had just happened to force her away from him.

“There will be no deal, and I certainly won’t be another woman for you to own. Leave my church, and let me promise you something, Tommy Shelby, if you ever dare to step foot into my church again, I will kill you.”

……

Hours ago (y/n) had forced Tommy to leave the church, cold stone eyes watching the man’s every move as if she was God, knowing every thought that ran through the man’s mind. It was an easy game, a game both Tommy and (y/n) seem to lose, guided by their emotions rather than their rational thoughts.

Now, a day after parting from him, (y/n) couldn’t help but wonder why she had given in, something had forced her body closer towards his, needing to feel his hands on her like holy water freeing a sinner of their wrongdoing. The poison only an exorcist could free one of, but there was no exorcist around, no man of God that could free her from the spell Tommy Shelby had casted upon her.

“Help!” The sound of somebody calling for her ripped (y/n) out of her thoughts, storming out of her office and into the hallway. Her eyes were forced to focus on a burning confessionary, watching the flames dance higher. (Y/n)’s body was drawn closer to the flames, helping the nuns that tried to tame the fire with water. Due to their distraction the women didn’t pick up on the spreading fire on the other end of the hallway, taking over the first benches.

“Pastor!” (Y/n)’s head snapped towards a young nun, trapped near the altar, begging for somebody to come and rescue her. The pastor’s body seemed to trust her instincts, not waiting for her thoughts to guide her but rather for her feet to carry her towards the crying nun.

“Take my hand, sister.” (Y/n) helped the nun over the benches, guiding her towards the other nuns, shouting commands for them to leave the church. The sound of roaring sirens echoed through the night. Sounds (y/n) couldn’t focus on as she was drowning in waves of anger, pushing through her body faster than any fire could spread. There was no doubt in her mind, she knew who did this, knew who would be petty like this – because of an ignored deal, men that were just as greedy as those she had been running from.

(Y/n)’s hands were carbon black, face covered just as much, but she didn’t allow herself to rest, pushing past the crying nuns, the men that tried to tame the flames, and a curious crowd of bystanders. Her feet forced her to walk faster, making her way towards the pub she had visited yesterday evening. Anger filled every pore of her body, the only emotion she was currently running on, trying to blink away the tears welling up in her eyes.

She forced herself to enter the Garrison, wide eyes moving around the pub, ignoring those that stared at her with wild gazes. Her eyes zoned in on the blue eyed devil, storming towards him as his frown deepened, rising to her feet before she could reach him.

“How dare you set my church ablaze. Are you that petty? Are you that bitter? Just because I didn’t sign your deal? You can be glad nobody died, otherwise I’d shoot you right here, right now.”

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