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devotedtojoe · 1 year ago

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Idk If requests are open or not? So ignore this If a)they aren't open b)you don't like the idea

After Luke was revealed as a traitor and all of that, Percy, Annabeth and everyone else basically were convinced that reader is the traitor too and they basically start completly ignoring, and outright bullying her. Calling her a traitor, traitor's slut etc. The worst thing is, Chiron and Mr. D are fully aware but they just don't care. They hope she breaks and says everything she knows. She starts hating everyone soo much that she actually joins Luke in the end<3

Luke was everything to you, you saw every one of his flaws and turned them into perfections she thought they would work out in the end. But betraying your friends and family? You couldn't do that.

You'll always love Luke but you can't betray everyone you love. You declined his offer. He said one thing to you before he left you, I love you.

Luke did explain why he was doing it and where he was going and what he was planning to do but you didn't want to be a part of his plan to destroy the gods. Gods you should've gone.

That's your biggest regret.

¨traitor!¨

¨Shes gonna destroy the camp¨

¨she's a slut, that's all she is¨

Ever since Luke left things got bad, you were on your own.

All your friends have been ignoring you even percy and annabeth have been ignoring. you for what? What did you do to deserve this?

You've been harassed since Luke left. It feels like everyone hates you why?

You were walking to the dining pavilion to eat when you stumbled across some ares kids , including Clarisse.

¨hey backstabber¨ those words make you stop in your steps

¨What did i do?¨ You ask quietly, turning your head towards them, Clarisse looking at you with a smirk, what did you do to make them hate you so much? ¨Why do you guys keep bothering me?¨

All of them laugh at you, Clarisse walking up to you now, she's right in front of you. ¨you're a traitor, that's why¨ she pushes you and you land on your butt ¨you were working with luke all along weren't you? Now you're acting innocent? How pathetic you are¨

she walks away leaving you on the ground while she laughs with her half-siblings, you feel tears already streaming down your face why would they think you're a traitor? You picked them and not luke. It doesn't make sense to you.

You quickly get up and head to Chiron's office with tears going down your face completely forgetting about dinner, You probably look like a mess. You open the door and it hits the wall with a loud thump making Mr. d and chiron look at you as they discuss something.

¨p-people are bullying me- i'm not a traitor-¨ you sob as you try to make out your words, they both look at you with nonchalant looks.

Chiron Starts by saying ̈look we- believe y-¨ making you shake your head knowing they don't believe you, you were always with Luke, you never left his side and if you did it was only for a few minutes so why would they believe you? You get it

Mr. D cuts Chiron off ¨tell us everything you know” that makes you cry harder.

¨i-don't know anything¨ you bring your hand to your face wiping your tears away. ¨t-their bullying me..¨ they don't respond to you just simply staring at you they don´t care.

¨just tell us what you know miss y/n¨ you stare at them with tears staining your face and you run out of the cabin and run into the forest, you should've gone with Luke. he loves you. Everyone else in this camp just sees you as a traitor. You wish he could come back.

You sit in the middle of the woods by a tree crying.

You wipe your tears then you see a blue light, you get up and walk towards a weird looking structure, where Luke left you.

You see him, Luke stepping out of the blue portal as you step back quickly wiping your tears he looks at you. ¨ḧey sweetheart¨ he says lowly taking a step towards you as you look at him in disbelief then he sees your tears and messed up mascara.

¨what happened sweetheart¨ he walks up to you without hesitation dropping his sword and grabbing your face in his hands wiping your tears away with his thumbs. ¨I'm so sorry for leaving you¨ he presses your forehead to his. ¨tell me what happened¨

¨t-they think i'm a traitor-¨ you hiccup between sobs ¨why did you leave me Luke¨ you wrap your arms around his neck as you tippy toe, he removes his hands from your waist to hug around your waist.

¨im sorry.¨ you feel his tears hitting your shoulder. ¨come with me, please sweetheart¨

¨they hurt me-¨ you hiccup again ¨i-i wanna come¨

He lets go of you and grabs your face again ¨really?¨ he smiles at you

¨yes take me with you¨ ¨ you grab his hands on your face and hold them.

¨m´okay let's go¨ he mutters as he leads you to the portal opening it once again. Luke will protect you, he's the only one that loves you.

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devotedtojoe · 2 years ago

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Kiss It Better

Dirtyhands is no stranger to brawling, he returns to the slat with his face bruised and knuckles bleeding, hoping for a little refuge from the intensity of the barrel.

No warnings just hurt and comfort as well as a briefly shirtless Kaz

Enjoy this garbage!

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Kaz Brekker sucks in a sharp breath, pain shooting up his side and across his chest as his lungs expand. He leans heavily on his cane, hand clasped so tight over the crow’s head he worried the metal would be crushed in his grasp. He smacks his lips and endures. He still has the trip up the stairs to suffer through.

The sweet aroma of the Slat welcomes him as he stumbles inside. But it does little to sooth the ache in his ribs and calm his burning skin. Hands all over him. Water rising up over his shoulders to suck him under. They’d touched him with their disgusting bare hands. He felt sick. He clearly relives the sweaty hand squeezing his throat and closing off his windpipe.

Warm drops of sweat bead along his forehead, some find their way down his spine. He clutches the banister and lifts one foot at a time. The climb is painfully slow and he has to stop several times to quell the epicenters of agony blooming all over his exhausted body.

He’s about halfway up when another fair of footsteps begin to accompany his. You ascend the worn steps much faster and are by his side in seconds. You don’t touch just listen.

Kaz refuses to look into your eyes. He knows how upset you get when he’s hurt. You may never say anything because you understand how the Barrel functions but he can see it in your eyes and if he looks now his guilt for worrying you will overwhelm him before he gets to his office.

You tread in the silence with him, your presence helping him find some sound mindedness. The waters begin to recede finally. Breathing becomes a little easier.

He climbs and climbs until, at last, he leans upon his office door. “May I come in?” You ask quietly. Kaz only nods. He’s grateful for your companionship and he needs it now more than anything.

He all but falls inside, grimacing and gasping when his muscles seize up. This when you step in. You reach out, with just the tips of your fingers, and prod his waist ever so gently. The touch is meant to guide him towards his wing backed chair that he likes to lounge in after rough days. He tenses but responds. He takes the final few steps that cover the distance from the door way to the chair, and slouches into the cushy leather.

Not being able to miss his pain, you search he medicine cabinet in his bathroom for some paint medicine and fill him a glass of water. Kaz mutters a “thanks” and swallows down two of the pills.

Next is cleaning up the cuts and tears in his skin. There’s a small laceration beneath his left eye, the blood already coagulating. You soak a clean cloth in rubbing alcohol and wrap it around your index finger. “Is alright if I clean you up, Kaz?”

Kaz nods again and tilts his back into the leather. You press the cloth first to the cut. His lips twist and eyes scrunch closed. You rub gently, it’s small so there’s no need to dig and soak or really even bandage.

You examine the rest of him: a busted lip, bruised throat, and bloody knuckles which are now revealed from the removal of his gloves. He tosses them onto his desk and sighs. You set to work on his lip. A flicker of motion draws your eyes away from the stained cloth and angry skin. His eyes are open, watching you. Trying to figure out why you still care so much.

Once his lip is cleaned, you crouch down and begin to scrub at his knuckles. You don’t hold his hand, simply pin it between his knee and the cloth. Blood and ripped skin come away from the peaks of his hand. Internally you cringe. You can practically hear his teeth sanding away at each other as he fights down the pain.

You take a break from his hands, Kaz lifts the hem of his shirt so you can check his torso for cuts. There aren’t any meaning his heavy coat cushioned his ribcage enough to keep the skin from splitting. But still, the dark purple splotches stretching over the delicate skin of his ribs breaks your heart.

“No need to look so blue.” Kaz grunts. There’s a slight smirk gracing his lips, the swollen fat, busted lip twitching.

You raise a brow, “Can’t help it. You know I hate this.”

“Can’t stop it.”

“Can’t I!” Your snap makes him chuckle.

“What? You gonna strap me to this chair, shackle me to bedposts?”

“Don’t tempt me.” You grumble and this makes him smile.

“You know how easily I can pick locks.” He straightens up a little, proud.

You toss ideas around in your head, “I could kiss you. That’d make you stay put for a while.”

This wipes the grin off his face. Now it’s your turn to laugh. Dirtyhands is practically pouting. He drops his shirt and rests his chin in his palm. “Whatever.”

Kaz’s weakness is always a tender subject. You’ve never actually used it against him and he trusts you not to. But still, it’s not fair how badly he wants to kiss you but can’t. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if your lips were a weapon that left him defenseless for a little while.

If only to have that one kiss.

You set in on the knuckles of his other hand. A long snake-like scar trailing across the skin. You’ve never found out where it came from but it’s always caught your attention.

As Kaz watches you work, he recalls something. A very distant memory of his mother kissing his scraped palm. He’d tripped and scraped it on the gravel roads while out helping Jordie. His mother and dabbed at the torn up skin like you were doing now, and then when she had it all bandaged she placed a loving kiss on the meat of his palm. He remembered how comforting the gesture was.

He thinks of your lips.

He watches you wind clean white bandages over his reddened knuckles. You won’t actually be touching his skin.

The kiss-

“Darling,” He begins. You’re certainly not his mother. But you are perhaps the only refuge he has left. “Will- willyoukissitbetter?”

The words spill out so fast you almost don’t know what he’s asking. But then you see the blush spreading on his cheeks. His gaze drops from yours. He’s bashful.

You smile and scoop his palm carefully into yours. You bring his knuckles to your lips and lay a kiss onto the bandages. Kaz blushes impossibly deeper and turns into his other palm, hiding from you.

“Give me the other.” You demand and hold out your hand expectantly. Kaz glances sideways at you and drops his other palm into yours. You kiss the knuckles of this hand, this time laying a quick peck to each curved bone.

The waters are at his feet but Kaz will win this time. Victory will be his and maybe, just maybe, he’ll have a kiss as his trophy.

You kneel before him, replacing his hands over his knees, “Anything else?”

Your eyes glitter, not like the stars, but like the flickering candles in the windows of the Barrel. There’s an enveloping solace to them. He’s drawn in and fallen prey to you.

Dirtyhands has been properly succored.

He taps his blackened eye. Wringing his fingers nervously. What will your lips feel like on his skin? What if he can’t handle it?

Then you are there. Your warm breath fans over his throbbing cheek. So lively. Your lips brush tentatively across his cheekbone before finally coming to rest just beneath the cut. Kaz closes his eyes and revels in the proliferating amenity in his chest like creamer in coffee.

Then you’re pulling away and the water fills your absence.

Come back!

He wants to call to you.

Don’t leave me!

You survey his expression, monitoring his emotions the best the you can. His walls are falling apart and he cannot scrape together fast enough to keep you out.

His hand cups your jaw, his head tilts, he pleads silently for your sympathy. Just the compassion he has never found in the Barrel. All in a kiss.

Your beholden eyes never leave his as your chin tips forward. Your lips slot against his. Through the blood of his pulsing lip and the bile in his throat, he tastes glory.

The splendor and conquest spread from your tongue, onto your lips, and flood his insides. He melts like chocolate, heart thundering against his chest. He can’t breathe, whether it’s from the panic or the joy, he can’t decipher.

The length could not dampen the kiss. Kaz has gained ground. His shaking hand leaves your jaw and you part. He wants to kiss you again but he knows he’ll over do it. So you thanks you. He leans back in his chair and smiles at you, finally relaxed.

You’ve given to him freely and in time he’ll return it. But most importantly he’s found that you cannot defeat him through touch. “See.” His grin grows mischievous. “You could not keep me here if you tried.”

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Dear Reader,

Thank you for reading this post. If you liked it your are welcome to checkout my masterlist as well as request. Feedback is always welcome. If you have any questions you are free to ask and once again, thank you for reading. Have a nice day.

-the author, Lady

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devotedtojoe · 2 years ago

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I WILL GET ON MY HANDS AND KNEES FOR SOME GOOD OL FINNICK ODAIR FLUFF AND COMFORT ALR After the arena is shot down, reader and Finnick desperately attempt to find each other in District 13. I'm talking reader is FIGHTING to get out of the hospital bed and screaming for Finnick. What would he do? Thank you if you fulfill this request, and remember to take care of yourself!! <333

devotion

finnick odair x reader

synopsis: you would’ve died without him, and now he’s all you can think of

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜✭・.✫・゜・。.

screams erupted from your medical room. nurses and staff had been knocked unconscious on the floor, and you were scrambling to get out of the room but one of the stronger male nurses has his arms around your waist stopping you from moving.

you grunted in his arms, “where’s finnick?!” you were blind with rage and fear, unsure of your surroundings you had tried to fight them all off. perhaps the capitol had captured you, and this was part of your torture. desiring to find finnick and unable to seemed like a good method.

the male nurse didn’t say anything and you finally maneuvered an escape, your shoulder knocking back into his face, causing him to fall behind you.

you broke free just as hit the ground and you launched yourself to the door, banging on it until you heard the glass begin to crack.

haymitch had observed you and had been overhearing matching screams coming from down the hall. he turned to the doctors who had opted to stay out of the room, all deep in their patient notes. he raised his eyebrows, “just let the poor girl out. or else she’ll shatter that glass like she did the skulls of your staff.” he bluntly commented and the doctors all raised their heads in concern.

he scoffed as they acted surprised, “and don’t get me started on the other one. he nearly killed himself to get her out. that’s devotion, and a glass wall won’t stop that.”

finnick had been freaking out. he felt disoriented, shaky and confused when he awoke, and it hadn’t stopped since. you were nowhere to be found, and he had attacked all the staff who refused to give him answers on your whereabouts. he tried to find any sign that he was in thirteen, but to no avail. any markings had either been erased or hidden from view.

he emptied out a medical cart looking for anything sharp, throwing the rest of the materials at the window to break it down, he yelled in anger at the frustration of it not breaking.

meanwhile, you on the other hand had been bleeding as you finally broke through the glass. your knuckles and arms were embedded with glass but you had stepped through to find a bunch of doctors looking at you with shock.

you were going to attack them as well, but once you heard his screams, it sent you flying down the hall. you ran as fast as you could, your hospital gown dragging behind you as you did, you finally made it to the origins of the screams. inside a room just like yours, finnick was sitting with things made out to be weapons around him.

and as you banged on the glass, looking for a handle, you screamed his name.

the handle clicked open as you grabbed it and in you ran, finnick exhaling with relief as you jumped into his arms, he nearly cried as he held you.

“finn-“ you cried, holding him tightly, he didn’t feel real, none of this did.

“they were just watching me- watched me hurt all those people to get to you and they didn’t care.” you whispered, “i’m scared finnick.”

finnick nodded, “it’s okay. katniss and beetee should be here too, it’ll be alright.” he tried to reassure you, but the bodies behind him mirrored the same thing.

“i love you.” you whispered, “i love love love love you..” you kissed him, “don’t- don’t do that to me again. don’t leave me again.” your words came out breathy and frantic, and finnick could only nod to agree.

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devotedtojoe · 2 years ago

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Hello my love! I have heard your call for Kaz requests and I have an idea rattling around in my head!

Could you maybe do a Kaz x fem!Reader where they're in their early 20s and have been together for years and overcome Kaz's touch aversion (bc our poor boy deserves some healing 😭)? But that's not the idea, the idea is that the reader hasn't been sleeping for a few nights and ends up getting hurt because of it? Could be from fainting and hitting her head, slow reflexes on a job, etc. I trust your brilliant mind!

I can't wait to watch you grow as a writer!!!! ❤️

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐮𝐦

Masterlist<3

Summary: The lack of sleep Kaz has been warning his girl about finally has consequences. Pairing: Kaz Brekker x fem!reader Warnings: Mentions of overwoking, kidnapping, lack of sleep, blood, a very angsty moody angry sad Kazzle, mentions of blood and lost of conscience. The usual crow violence! Lmk if I missed any. Word Count: 3.5K whoops Requested: Yes

A/N: IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! :( I love the prompt, however and am very excited to work on this. Hope u like it nonnie and that last thing means the absolute world! <3

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Now he knew he was in no position to demand her to rest. Kaz Brekker was known in his close circle for two things; killing whoever disrespected his love and always scheming. The electricity his brain consumed when plotting the next heist didn't even allow him to sleep when being tucked in with Y/N laying over his chest. But she never had the same issue before!

That's how it worked. She got mad because he wasn't sleeping and would reproach his ears off until he folded and left his papers to join her in bed. So, it was safe to say Kaz was startled when he noticed the absence of steps approaching his office. The clock read the time to be a quarter past midnight. He learned by endlessly scolding from you the hard way it was no use staying up late for a job when he had pretty much everything prepared, so he dropped everything and left to his room.

"Darling, are you-" his question was answered as he opened the door and saw her drawing on the little desk he got for her. "Hmm, hi love. It's quite early. What are you doing here?" Kaz wanted to laugh at that. Had she really lost notion of time that badly? "It's past midnight now, Y/N. What are you working on?" His shirt was discarded in some chair, along with his coat.

He was now in his dress pants and a black sleep blouse, leaning over the back of her chair to see the canvas. It was a picture of the sea, surely an image she hadn't been able to get out of her head after the quick trip you took to the docks with Wylan to ensure a better hiding spot, in case things went south on Saturday.

"I don't know if I'm getting the blues right... you know how it somehow turns gray when the day's rainy?" she wondered out loud. "Don't throw it away altogether, I know you're already thinking about it" "I'm not!" Y/N giggled, knowing fully her boyfriend could read her mind. "Fix it in the morning. Let's go to bed now, yes?" Kaz tried, tilting his head to her right side and nudging his nose a little on her cheek as she hummed in response.

It had taken a long time, many years, to reach these moments. Years of hoping she could one day have his arms draped around her waist in security, head on his chest without a care in the world, because all that really mattered was they'd be keeping each other warm with their bodies. Y/N was patient, not minding the baby-steps and Kaz's constant need to push her away because he thought she deserved better. Truth is, there was no one better for her.

Kaz had a hard time wrapping his head around this fact. Did you love him for him? A limping criminal who was too weak to even bear the thought of embracing you when tears streamed down your cheeks on a specially tough day? Why? It took convincing, long talks, difficult moments and even worse fights... but you made it.

She felt his steady heartbeat as they lay together in their silk black sheets, indulging in the beauty of it. Their breathings became one, and she swore there was no better place the saints could come up with as heaven. "Everything's ready?" "Yes, I figured I should come here with you instead of overthinking it all. I'll tell everyone the plan tomorrow and revise it again the day before" he took a deep breath, turning to face her and leaving a soft kiss on her lips.

"It's late, you don't seem tired" Kaz noted, Y/N's eyes nowhere near closing as they usually would by now. Her boyfriend, on the contrary, was starting to hide that beautiful icy green his irises held, then came a yawn to confirm his fatigue. "Rest, my love. I'm sure I'm not too far behind," she assured him, pecking his head as he lay on her chest now.

"Goodnight, Kaz".

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It may as well have been minutes, or hours, days, for all she cared to reason. All she knew was that she couldn't sleep for the life of her. Kaz moved a lot in his sleep and after he lost hold of her, the night became a non-stop tossing and turning in their shared bed. She could hear the faint sound of carriages passing down their street, surely carrying some rich merchant who just had the night of his life betting or in one of the pleasure houses.

It had been a while since she felt this way. Pretty much every night prior Kaz offered her a permanent position on the crows after she worked with them was like this. The clock in their room, hanging on a wall distant from her, kept ticking and if it got quiet enough, she could've been able to hear the gears turning. Three in the bloody morning and Y/N had luckily gotten by far twenty minutes of sleep. The girl sighed and lay down again, looking up at the ceiling briefly before closing her eyes in hopes of resting a little more.

She didn't, not even in the days ahead. Kaz pointed out how he could feel her moving way more than usual as his a light sleeper, not blaming her whatsoever but more concerned as to what was keeping her up. Y/N didn't know either, so she figured solving it with Jesper's coffee and quick (very ineffective) naps on the couches and tables at the slat so she could at least be aware of the task at hand; the job.

The day came, and she felt very optimistic about it all. Truth is, Y/N loved dressing up with pretty dresses and daggers hidden around her thighs. She found some kind of satisfaction in keeping this knowledge to herself, the men and women throwing looks at her, completely unaware of how dangerous she happened to be. People on the streets knew her as the wild child... ruthlessly gorgeous, is what Kaz called her.

The girl had a habit of getting carried away in a fight. Too much anger and resentment for the past had to find an exit. It did when she killed, leaving a scared Jesper to deal with an even more scared Wylan who wouldn't dare look her in the eye for weeks after she kept on punching a man's face she saw was trying to kidnap a little girl right after a job years ago. Kaz helped and understood.

His revenge was calculating and took years in which she was by her side, but Y/N just couldn't help herself when it came down to the people who did unspeakable things to her. With the years, she got a hold of herself even though her nickname on the barrel stuck, adding "the crow queen" when word got around she was Brekker's girl. Now, she was still ruthless but way more cold-headed and grounded, Kaz's doing.

She wore a pink dress with embroidered roses around the floaty sleeves. Inej had a blue set of dress pants and shirt, long-sleeved as well as Nina sported a hot red strapless dress with a lot of cleavage. "We're a smoke show! Those fuckers will barely be able to keep their eyes off of us." The last one squealed, adjusting her hair "That's the point" Inej giggled, agreeing clearly as she looked at herself in the mirror.

Y/N laughed at the thought and her head pained a little; Girls on those big houses did the very same thing they were doing now, with very different intentions. Those ladies wanted to find a rich husband, and they'd be set. Her friends were dressed to kill, and so was she. A little fucked up version of a cliché she, too, wished to live when she was little. "I hope these sleeves aren't an issue" she wondered, picturing them getting stuck on their knife or maybe being too tight to throw a punch.

"It's a simple job, love. There's nothing to be worried about! Also, I can bet on my life Kaz is going to be drooling over you when he sees." Nina smiled, playfully smacking her shoulder. "Even more so if you fight in that, he's going to go insane" spoke the Suli girl with a giggle "Kinky" the heartrender added, making the girlfriends break in a fit of laughter. Nina was right, Y/N knew, but decided against confirming her friend's assumptions.

Her eyes felt droopy from the obvious lack of sleep but nothing a cup of coffee couldn't fix, right? She walked down the stairs and into the makeshift kitchen they owned, heating up some. The smell filled her body with pleasant chills, and suddenly some more energy invaded her. "Wacha got there?" asked Wylan, who was quietly sitting behind her. How long had he been there? How did she not notice?

"Coffee, want some?" "Right before a job?" "Yes, I haven't been sleeping too well the last couple of days". Certain zemeni voice erupted from outside the room, exclaiming a brief "Neither have us!" that had the merchling blushing like he got some contagious disease. Y/N delivered a pat on his back, and coffee in hand she exited the room.

Kaz gathered everyone in the living room, to revise the plan once more. "...so make sure you cover that corn-" He stopped mid-sentence when Y/N came into view. Her hair looked polished, but she could be bald for all he cared. The dress complimented her figure beautifully, adjusting in the right places, which to Kaz was any place, really. Inej and Nina giggled and high fived. "Go on, love." She smiled, ready to listen attentively at his plan even though he made sure to walk her through it personally a few hours ago.

As Y/N brushed next to him, he grabbed her hand to make her stop right before she got seated. "You're stunning. Is it comfortable?" he whispered, looking at her with a certain glow in his eyes he once thought lost. "Yes, dear. Thank you" she pecked her boy's cheek and took a seat behind him. He went on with the plan, and everyone seemed pretty much ready to leave.

So they did.

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"Darling, watch out!" Jesper exclaimed, shooting at a man behind Y/N. Things went south, they did. In the hiding spot Wylan and the girl had settled; some dreg must've ratted, they guessed. An ambush from some new-forming band trying to get known by stealing from The Crows themselves, pathetic. Inej had gotten there to help, but Y/N and Jesper insisted she went back and warned the others so to spare them from possible damage.

The wild child and Jesper were a great team, who knew a durast and an avid fighter could take down men three times their size and weight? They proved on many occasions to be useful for situations as these, so there was no problem. They'd be out of there in the blink of an eye. Around ten people had arrived at the scene, and four remained, Y/N realized as she took a kick in the gut and fell on her back, jumping back on her feet with a flip.

Jes' revolvers did the job for two others as she managed with the guy in front of her. "Come on, big guy, that can't be the best you got, aye?" she smiled wickedly, taunting the man with a daring hand despite the very much broken rib she could feel. The dress was ruined with blood she was sure wasn't hers, shreds ripped it off so largely one of her legs was now exposed.

He lunged forward, coming with a dirty blade to her throat, and she skipped it. Came again, now, aiming for her arm and she skipped it again, landing a kick on the throat that left him coughing on the ground. Y/N crouched to his level and grabbed him by the hair, sliding a knife in the same spot, careful not to cut. She noticed a tattoo on his neck, a beaver. Couldn't help but laugh. "You tell your boss not to mess around with us, or next time he won't get too lucky as to get less than half of his men in one piece. And change the tattoo, a bloody beaver? Seriously?"

The man nodded furiously, tripping on his way out of the warehouse. "A beaver? Their thing is beavers?" Jesper laughed, putting his babies back in place and making sure the painting they had stolen was still with him. "I know, couldn't pick a funnier thing" she answered, giggling. Looking around, something was odd. Yes, Y/N was not very well educated and lacked the month of college her best friend had, but she thought she counted four men remaining in this spot of the building.

The other six lay limp near the door, and there were two next to them, plus the one who ran with the message. One was missing. "Hey Jes I think we're missing one" "What do you mean? There's no one here". She stopped listening and her world went quiet when he met his yes. A lanky, tall figure could be seen next to a stack of boxes on her right, a flicking light revealing him for brief intervals of time. Ugly motherfucker carrying a gun that pointed straight at her.

The blood started gushing out of her leg before she could even react. "Too slow" she faintly heard. He wasn't stopping either; shooting at various places until one loud boom next to her made it cease. Was concrete always this cold? Oh, she was now feeling Jesper's soft suit. Warmer. "Is that wool?" Y/N asked and realized her voice sounded a little quieter than she meant. "Yes, it is doll. Open your eyes for me, okay? You can't die on me now"

She really tried. She really wanted to look at her best friends face and maybe hear him crack a joke or two. But her eyes felt droopy and her head felt heavy so she finally fell asleep.

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Kaz arrived minutes later, Wylan, Nina and Inej by his side as they all rushed to a crying Jesper, desperately trying to wake Y/N up. "S-she got shot, didn't flinch.. like she didn't even see the bastard," he hiccuped, letting his boss take his place next to a limp body as his boyfriend helped him up and hugged him tightly.

Brekker's head spun. A thousand possibilities. There was blood all over the dress, and leaking over his clothes but he couldn't give a fuck. Not her. He couldn't bare it. Y/N was a piece of heaven in that saint forsaken island, the only saint he ever believed in and the angel that saved him from himself. If he lost her, there was no coming back for him. The water rose to his nose again for a brief moment.

It hadn't happened in a while. And he chose the techniques his lover taught him. He acted. "Nina" he mumbled, taking Y/N on his arms as the grisha girl assured him she had a pulse. His legs carried him to the slat, never too far from Nina, as she was making sure her pulse didn't slow down too much. He didn't even notice the pain in his bad leg. He felt a sting on his heart, so sharp it seemed as if pieces of broken glass would poke through it at any moment.

The boy sent Inej looking for whatever idiot decided it was a good idea to try and steal from them. Only information. He'd take care of them later. The Wraith left and was out all night, returning with a lot to say the next morning. Kaz looked over at Y/N's face and the utter peace that brushed over her features scared him even more. Not now. Not like this.

"Is she going to be okay? T-there was definitely something wrong with her back there" Jesper started once the girl was on the bed and getting healed with a few healers in the dregs and Nina. Kaz was sitting, head propped up in his hands as he stared at the wall opposite from him. "She didn't move! At all! He shot her three times and looked amused while doing it". The zemeni man had to stop if he wasn't trying to reunite with the other deceased blessed people on his bloodline. Kaz's stare hardened and his jaw clenched tightly.

"Wylan, I can't lose her. She was too slow a-" "ENOUGH" Kaz stood up, looking at him with murder in his eyes. "If you were more aware of the surroundings, she would be fine. Don't you dare call her slow. This is not her fault. You should've been there" menacing gloved finger pointing to his friend. "Oh, so this is my problem now?" Jesper countered in complete disbelief. "If you don't consider your best friend's life being at critical risk a problem you're much more of a superficial, incompetent and heartless bastard than I thought." Kaz spat.

He knew this wasn't Jesper's fault, maybe it was the lack of sleep or you just weren't on your element. But he had to let it out with someone. Anyone. Pain turns into anger and screaming at your brother when it's too strong. He knew that better than anyone and couldn't care to stop himself this time. "Kaz, stop" Wylan said, and then he noticed Jesper's puffy eyes with a sigh. Then he felt his own neck starting to tickle. He was crying. Kaz Brekker didn't cry.

"Out" "But Ka-" "I SAID OUT"

And out they were. Everyone who didn't need to be there to save his girl's life. He could hear Nina struggling between wrecked sobs, fast pacing around the room and a distant sound of water running non-stop. Hours passed, and he remained in the same position, in the same chair, with the same thoughts running wild inside him.

Not you. Please. I should've been there. I'm going to kill them. Please be okay. I can't do it without her. Please.

Kaz Brekker was repeating pleas, thinking out loud to whoever was listening. Let her live. Please let her live. This is not her fault. Not to a god, neither to those saints who proved to exist so many years ago. He didn't know who he was asking for help to. But he was screaming, please don't let her go. He was leaving with her if she did.

All sound stopped, and Nina emerged from the dimly lit room, drying her cheeks. The boy stood up, looking at her with the most terrified look he ever gave someone. Fuck the facade. He was utterly afraid. "She's okay, not waking up, but she will". He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and couldn't help but throw himself into Nina's arms in search for some comfort to his wrecked sobs.

His friend received him with open arms, careful not to squeeze him too hard, as she knew that could trigger him. "I can't lose her, Nina" he whimpered before pulling away. "You're not. Not now and not soon. She's okay, Kaz. Stay with her, will you? She could be a little startled if she wakes up in an empty room"

He almost scoffed at that. What else would he do? A quiet nod was delivered, and he stepped inside to accompany her in an uncharacteristically unsettling silence. There were dirty gauzes everywhere, her dirty dress discarded in a corner and a blanket covering her figure. Kaz stopped, looking at your chest. It rose and fell in a moderate rhythm. Good.

Taking a seat once again, he held her hand and brushed a thumb over it, grateful to whoever listened. And Nina.

Sun bled through the curtains, filling it all with a pleasant orange hue Kaz knew Y/N would appreciate. Jesper came by every few hours and amends were made. He understood how badly everything hit Kaz the day before and didn't need an apology. They were all under intense pressure the day before, couldn't blame him for a such a reaction. Wylan had brought flowers and Inej made sure everything was ready for when she regained consciousness.

His crows got it handled.

A whole day and a half had gone by and he was reading beside her when she woke up. Her hand moved and he could feel the twitch in his palm, looking up frantically to find those pretty y/e/c eyes looking back at him. "Finally, got some sleep," she joked and laughed at her own joke. Kaz laughed back. "Hello" he offered, kissing her hand and never really wanting to let go "Hi". "Are you feeling okay?" the boy asked, happy to see his lover once again awake.

"It hurts a bit but I'll live" "I'm counting on that, my love". ♡

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devotedtojoe · 2 years ago

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freddy carter really gave us the most book accurate kaz brekker, I had chills during this scene.

THATS MY KAZ BREKKER!!!

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Ok but imagine Freddy heating reader swear for the first time

Cursed : Freddy Carter x Reader

Description: 1.4k wc based on request of Freddy hearing y/n curse for the first time, fluff

Warnings: a few swear words and some playful teasing, but otherwise fluff

“Are you serious?” Amita laughed, her arm lazily resting over y/n’s shoulder as they approached the rest of the group.

“Extremely” y/n smirked, “but it was super adorable”.

“I still can’t believe that, poor Freddy” Amita shook her head.

“I know, I was trying not to laugh. He felt bad about it but when he saw I was laughing he relaxed” y/n explained, recalling the event.

“Of course he did” she winked, “he’s obsessed with you”.

Y/n laughed, “well, obsessed is a bit much. But I’d hope he’d be interested; we’ve been together long enough by now”.

Amita laughed loudly, “still can’t get over him dropping the cake in front of your flat”.

Y/n shrugged with a smile “was still a good night”

“I bet, what-“ Amita began as they neared the others.

“Are you two finally joining us?” Kit interrupted once the girls were next to him.

Y/n laughed and rolled her eyes, “yes Kit, we are finally joining you”.

Kit gave y/n a smug smile, wrapping his arm over her other shoulder.

“Okay, I’m officially out of arms now” y/n chuckled, trying to find a seat that would fit her and the two friends hanging on her.

Freddy smiled over at her and signaled for Ben to scoot down.

He’d saved her a seat already; as he usually did.

By him and Ben sliding down, it allowed kit and Amita to sit next to her.

Y/n smiled and mouthed thank you to Freddy across the circle as she sat down.

He smiled back and nodded silently.

“Sooo, y/n” Ben smirked, making everyone face him.

“Ben Barnes” she smirked back.

He laughed, “I learned something about your boyfriend today”.

Y/n raised an eyebrow and looked over at Freddy who was blushing deeply as he stared at the ground.

She laughed, “Freddy, love? Care to share?”

His eyes lifted to her’s, pressing his lips into a tight line, cheeks still pink, he aggressively shook his head.

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully and looked back to Ben.

“I mean, we all know he’s, what the kids call a simp, for you” he began.

Y/n laughed loudly, “the kids? Ben why are you such a grandpa?!”

Freddy laughed softly in agreement as Ben brushed off her comment.

“But I didn’t realize just how bad he was at it” Ben added with a chuckle.

“Excuse me?” Y/n asked, starting to feel her protective side come out.

As she looked at Freddy from the corner of her eye, she saw him biting his lip.

“Think about it, he told us about dropping your cake the other night, and then the whole ordeal with the flowers from last week” Ben began listing events off as he kept laughing.

Y/n crossed her arms over her chest, glancing over at Freddy who was looking at his feet shyly.

Their other cast mates chuckled along with Ben.

She attempted to interrupt Ben but he kept going.

“And then that time he made you lunch and gave you food poisoning” Ben shook his head, “and-“

“Enough” y/n snapped, glaring at Ben.

She knew how bad Freddy felt about that incident already.

It wasn’t even his fault, there was an outbreak with some of the produce he used and no one knew until after.

Still, he’d stuck by her side the whole time and took care of her, constantly whispering apologies.

As Ben’s eyes widened at her outburst, she took the momentary silence to look over at her boyfriend to check on him again.

He had looked up and gave her a small smile, trying to brush off the whole thing.

She tilted her head ever so slightly and he shook his head softly; silently communicating that he knew she was worried but it was fine.

Y/n sighed softly but gave him a soft smile and faint nod.

Ben’s shock had worn off and he began laughing again, “I’m just saying, it’s adorably pathetic, like he-“.

“Fuck off” y/n said, no longer in the mood to hear him insult Freddy; even if it was in a playful way.

Freddy’s eyes widened instantly and snapped over to his girlfriend in pure shock.

He’d seen her get defensive and protect him or others she cared about before.

But, he’d never heard her curse before.

Not even when singing along to songs, telling an emotional story, venting about something she was mad about, etc.

The others didn’t seem to notice this, but her outburst was successful in getting Ben to stop talking since he realized she wasn’t having it.

Freddy suddenly burst into laughter, nearly falling out of his chair, “oh, my, god!”

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows as she turned her gaze back to him.

He couldn’t make eye contact with her without laughing even harder, tears forming in his ocean blue eyes.

“You good mate?” Kit chuckled, pulling out a tissue from his pocket and handing it to Freddy.

Y/n squinted at him in silence, uncertain what was so funny.

Freddy shook his head, using the tissue to dab the corner of his eyes as he kept laughing.

“I’ve-“ he chuckled more as he looked over at y/n, “god that was soo funny”.

Y/n glanced at Ben who shrugged, also confused.

“Freddy?” Y/n asked, trying to get him to give her an explanation.

“So-sorry love “ he grinned, “it’s just, I’ve never heard you swear before”.

Y/n nodded slowly, “aannndd?”

Freddy took a deep breath, composing himself.

He grinned, his wide eyes mischievously glowing as he stared at his girlfriend, “it was just so funny”.

Amita chuckled, her hand over her mouth.

“You’ve said that” y/n groaned.

“See, failed simp behavior” Ben pointed out, waving his arm in the air between y/n and Freddy.

She glared at Ben but quickly looked back at Freddy.

“You’re just the sweetest, darling” he smiled, his laughter fading, “so you suddenly cursing like that..”

Freddy shook his head, getting up and walking to her, “I’m sorry for laughing at you Angel, it was just so unexpected and precious”.

Y/n scoffed softly, rolling her eyes.

He just laughed at her action, pulling her hand to him, “see, that, I’m used to. You telling Ben to fuck off, that was new”

She blushed and laughed softly, “shut up”.

Freddy shook his head, pulling her up from her seat, his arm moving to hug her.

“Okay, see, I don’t get it” Ben laughed.

“What?” Amita questioned, watching as y/n softly shook her head up at Freddy who just smiled at her.

“Freddy found it cute, I found it frightening “ Ben said, his voice showing his sincerity.

Y/n turned in Freddy’s arms until she could see Ben more.

“See, that” she signaled at Ben, “is the normal reaction to hearing someone curse for the first time when they normally don’t”.

Freddy chuckled, pulling her to his side, his lips pressing a tender kiss to the top of her hair.

“It wasn’t directed at me though” he argued, “besides, it was cute you reacted so protectively that you actually cursed”.

She blushed, smiling softly up at Freddy and shrugging her shoulders.

Turning to see Ben, she smirked, “I’m glad at least you were scared. You should be scared to make fun of him”

Freddy laughed and tightened his arms around her as a thank you.

Ben pouted “you’re not going to apologize for scaring me?”

“Fuck no” she smirked, Freddy laughing loudly again.

“I’m not sorry for anything. I will always defend him, now you know what the response will be” she said smugly, ignoring her cackling boyfriend holding her.

Ben’s eyes widened again and nodded with a laugh, “understood, I will be cursed at”

“Or just cursed” she winked playfully, kissing Freddy’s cheek before slipping from his arms.

“Fuck, okay” Ben laughed, leaning away from her.

Y/n laughed and walked back to her seat.

“Darling, truly, thank you for defending me” Freddy grinned, his lips pressed to her ear as they exited the meeting.

“Mmmhmm, laugh at me again like that Carter and it’ll be directed at you next time” she teased, looping an arm around his lower back.

He gasped, “you wouldn’t”.

Y/n smirked and shrugged, “don’t piss me off”.

Freddy laughed, moving his arm to her waist and squeezing her hip, “it’s insane how cute you are when you curse”.

She blushed and rolled her eyes, laying her head on his shoulder.

Freddy sighed contentedly, his eyes watching her as they walked, “so damn cute”.

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PAINKILLER - k.b

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Slight allusion to smut (if you squint), poor proof reading (as usual)

Word Count: 1184

A/N: Hi my lovelies! I know this has been a long time coming so I hope you enjoy. I haven’t written in a while so this might not be one of my best works but there should be more to come in the near future. I hope you enjoy!

Shadows engulfed our bodies, cascaded over our skin as our breath mingled with one another. The cold climate of Ketterdam allowed us to see our breath dance together in the small space between our faces. Short pants left both of us, eyes darting back to the threshold of the alley, anxiously scanning for any Dime Lions who were hunting for us. Yet again, one of Kaz Brekker’s infallible plans (his words directly) had collapsed faster than Jesper trying to resist the call of the cards. Another job gone awry, another pursuit through the murky streets of Ketterdam.

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Crosses on my body

Part Four

Tommy Shelby x reader

AN: new character inspired by Father Hughes but not him

You were a nun in Dublin but when you decided to take action against those in powerful positions in the church you had to escape. When you turn up in Birmingham and begin a relationship with Tommy Shelby will he be able to protect you from your past?

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previous chapter

"They found me, they've fucking found me," you said quietly to Tommy as he sat at the bar talking to you.

"What?" He raised an eyebrow and you handed him the unopened letter. "You haven't opened it?"

"I can't do it." You fidgeted with your fingers.

"You do that a lot…when you're anxious." Tommy observed and you rolled your eyes before twitching your leg as he opened it. "Shit," Tommy said under his breath and your eyes shot up.

"What? What the fuck is it?" You hissed, your eyes wide as Tommy pulled out a letter and a card, the ace of spades. "Is that supposed to mean something to me?"

"In the war when we had gained ground and there wasn't as much of a threat overground we would put this card on the bodies of dead Germans. As a way to…" he looked like he was struggling to form his words.

"Why? For what reason?" You said quietly, leaning over the bar before realising it was still sticky and recoiling.

"It was to make fun of their deaths. The ace of spades is the death card." He looked from the card to you before placing it down and opening the letter.

"So they're making fun of my theoretical death?"

"I don't know if it's so theoretical to them," he turned the letter around and all it said was "The wrath of God is coming".

"Those fucking bastards." Your eyes began to water and you ran into the back room, sinking down to the floor against a wall and sobbing.

Thank god the pub was loud enough to not hear it. The sobbing felt like your whole body was slowly dying, your chest couldn't breath, your head couldn't think, limbs unable to do anything aside from hugging yourself in some notion of comforting yourself but it wouldn't work.

"Y/n," you turned your head with terror and saw Tommy. "It's just me,"

"I-I can't w-where do I go!" You stuttered and he knelt down in front of you.

"You'll be with me. What can the church do against the Shelby's?" He smiled at you and placed his hands on your shoulders.

"I mean… I have n-no fucking clue about your family a-aside from fucking w-whispers," you tried to smile but you couldn't see through the tears.

"You're going home, come on." He went to pull you up but you began crying harder, shaking your head insistently.

"They know where I live!" You exclaimed in fear.

"Don't worry. We'll go there, you pack some things and then you can stay with me." Tommy helped you up to your feet and your legs began to shake.

"But you're not involved," you hung your head but he put a hand under your chin gently and lifted up your head.

"Well I am now. And I intend it to stay like that." He leaned forward and kissed your cheek before pulling you closer to his body.

You wrapped your arms around him and felt his comforting weight around you, feeling so overwhelmed the pressure from his arms seemed to somewhat calm you down. Your breath was hitching every so often but the longer he held you the longer you could hold deep breaths.

"Permit me to help you," Tommy whispered and you pulled away slightly to look up at him and nod.

"Tommy we need to talk," Polly walked into his office and shut the door.

"What's this referring to?" He asked, leaning forward on his chair.

"People are talking," she paused. "About the nun."

"Ex-nun." Tommy interjected and Polly groaned.

"For once just shut the fuck up, Thomas!" She exclaimed. "They're talking about what she's done and I've heard even more whispers in church. I'm not bothered but some people are sounding more malicious than others. Is she protected?"

"She's staying at the house, so yes." Tommy scratched his head and Polly rolled her eyes.

"So that's your real concern then, getting her into bed?" She asked.

"No, I feel…I don't know what it is but we haven't even had sex but I want to be around her all the time," Tommy sighed. "I know it could all go fucking wrong but what she knows, what she's done was for reasons you'd stand by."

"I hope she's worth it, Thomas. We're too vulnerable to lose someone else in all this Russian business." Polly sat down in front of his desk in the armchair.

"I know what I'm doing, Pol." Tommy tried to reassure her. In reality he wasn't sure if he was doing the right thing.

After Grace died Tommy wanted to swear off all marriages and all close relationships with anyone but you, he just couldn't leave your understanding as just being colleagues. He couldn't see you and not want to talk to you, tell you his darkest thoughts and exist with you for as long as the world would allow.

"Do you think it's safe to be here?" You asked Tommy as you sat on the pews and he nodded.

"I have people outside and I'm here. Considering I'd be collateral if you stay with me you're more likely to be safe. I doubt the Catholic church would want to piss us off." Tommy smirked and you nodded, still anxious.

"It's just the power they have globally. That's what scares me the most, they know what I have, what I know. People who left before didn't even take anything incriminating with them and they were chased down." You rested your elbows on your knees and hunched over, head bowed in defeat.

"They won't hurt you," Tommy reassured you.

"You and God can only protect me for so long and the Lord won't even show himself to me. I desperately need to go to confession but I can't, it would incriminate me." You groaned and closed your eyes, only opening them when Tommy started rubbing his hand on your back.

"I won't let them hurt you, regardless of what God decides. I can't fear something I don't believe in." He whispered.

"I'm surprised you'd belittle him whilst in here," you paused "Do you still believe yourself to be the Devil?"

"An incarnation of the devil perhaps," he raised an eyebrow and you smirked.

"I would be punished for my relationship with you if you were. I don't believe there is only evil in you, there can't be." You sat back up and looked at Tommy.

"What I believe, is nothing. But I like listening to you talk about it," he stared into your eyes and down to your lips that seemed to part as soon as his gaze wandered to them.

"How do you travel through life with no belief?" You asked.

"I believe religion is a foolish answer to increasingly foolish questions." His hand moved up to your hair.

"But what if you die? What will happen to you?" You furrowed your brow.

"I choose to live." He whispered before pulling you into a passionate kiss that carried all the tension that had built up over the past month.

His other hand gripped your waist and you moaned into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and moving closer to him before you were on top of him. Tommy's hands rested on your backside and yours running along his shoulders before going to unbutton his shirt.

"Not here," Tommy whispered and you laughed.

"So now is when you find religion?" You asked.

"No, I know that you'll hate me eventually for doing this here." He pulled you towards him and touched your breast which made you close your eyes and bite the inside of your cheek.

"You're a fucking tease," you whispered close to his ear and he shook his head.

"You're the fucking tease. I miss being in a fucking room with you. The hold you have on me should be outlawed." You straightened your back and he pushed a hair away from your face.

"Are you regretting praying with the fucking nun?" You asked with a raised eyebrow and Tommy shook his head once again.

"I don't experience much peace or rest in this life, but I think I will in the next if I'm with you " his hand went behind your neck and pulled you close to him, wrapping his arms around you in the safest embrace you'd ever felt. Not to last long.

"So this is what you've been up to since you left us?" A voice called and your eyes shot up, you knew that voice.

"Father Fagan," your voice was so quiet as you stood up and Tommy followed, standing in front of you.

"Multiple cardinal sins and now lust to add to that list, not how we raised you was it?" He walked to the last line of pews a few meters in front of you both.

"Edward Fagan. Is it?" Tommy asked, putting a cigarette in his mouth, you looked up at him, perplexed.

"What of it g*psy scum?" He growled.

"How's your molestation case coming along these days?" Tommy lit his cigarette and Fagan sat down on the pews.

"The case was dropped, you cunt." His voice was filled with such malice.

"I've spoken to some of the mothers of those children. Appears it didn't impact your reputation but then, that could change with a crown court case against you." Tommy looked at him with dead eyes you hadn't seen before but it made you feel safer to be on the right side of them.

"You speak as if you have any power. A little drug and alcohol business won't survive you through the decade. We have politicians the police and-"

"And your faithful followers, yes. But what do you have here?" Tommy asked, there was a long pause in the conversation.

"Difficult little creatures aren't they?" He paused, smiling creepily. "Children are such a blessing for the church. You've got a boy yourself haven't you?"

"Leave him out of this ple-" you started.

"Shut it you mongrel fucking whore." Fagan spat out.

"The mongrel and the whore, eh?" Tommy said to you with a raised eyebrow and you hit his arm.

"Now I don't know why you would defend this slut Mr Shelby but, I can promise you we can make your life very difficult by ignoring the advice I'm going to give you," Fagan stood up and pulled out a cigarette for himself whilst Tommy stood strong.

"And what's that, heavenly father?" Tommy mocked.

"If you choose to save this corrupted soul before you, we can make you life very fucking difficult." He was still approaching the two of you slowly.

"The Lord will protect me, and Thomas can protect himself," you scowled at Fagan and he began laughing.

"You fucking- I'm wasting my breath. Give me what I want or we will blow up every single one of your establishments one by one or maybe all together." Fagan breathed smoke in your direction.

"And what are your demands?" Tommy asked.

"The whore and the papers." He looked you up and down. "There are some uses she could still have in the convent, even just as an example of what allowing the devil into your life can do "

"Right. So who and what army will be attacking me?" Tommy questioned.

"You don't need to fucking know," he growled as Tommy breathed out smoke before continuing.

"I heard it's the economic league or is it Section D?" Tommy pondered, this seemed to catch Fagan off guard a little.

"And you think that information makes you special do ya?" Fagan tutted. "Trust a fucking tinker to get bad intel."

"When do you demand, your demands that won't be met, be met by?" Tommy asked.

"Friday," he spread his legs out into a stronger base.

"Fuck off now," Tommy said and Fagan laughed in a hollow way.

"You should fuck off and leave me with that creature," Fagan licked his bottom lip and looked at your chest, it make you want to crawl outside of your body.

"Well unless you want a bullet in your fucking skull and a few others scattered around your body. Fuck. Off." Tommy announced.

"We'll be in touch, Mr Shelby. Don't you worry about that." Fagan looked him in the eyes before turning and leaving slowly.

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devotedtojoe · 2 years ago

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You: We all have our demons.

You, grabbing Tommy: This one’s mine.

Tommy: *smiling*

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Hello! Could you write a fanfiction in which someone hurt the reader (wife) and she didn't tell Thomas until he found out himself. Maybe he saw bruises on her body? Thank you girly❤️

Damn! I'm a sucker for protective Tommy. You got me with this one x

A Small Mishap

Pairing- Thomas Shelby and Reader

Warnings- swearing, mention of violence 18+

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"Shit, shit, shit," Isaiah blurted out, as he helped you up off the floor. He was meant to be walking you home. But, a fight had broken out in the pub. Men drunk after a day of losing money.

They had been thrown out onto the street, of course. Plenty of peaky men around to sort out trouble. It had all started, just as your shift was ending. Chairs had been thrown, glasses smashed, as chaos ensued.

You were Thomas Shelby's wife, no one dared look at you. Let alone shove you out of the way. Luckily, you had only bounced off a chair, landing on the floor. Some bruised ribs, and a bump on the back of your head.

You would live. No one else would, if Tommy found out.

"Why are you panicking?" you queried, brushing your dress down again. This was bloody new! Now it was full of stale beer.

"Mrs Shelby.." he began, but you shoved his shoulder.

"Sorry, Y/n. You know what Tom’s like, when it comes to you. I'm dead, I'm a fucking dead man. Before I'm twenty one." his Birmingham accent was deep, as he panicked. Pacing the pub.

“No one is dead, for goodness sake,” you chastised Isaiah. “It will be fine, you are over reacting. We just keep quiet,”

Still muttering under his breath, he walked you home. Making sure you got inside, before he scooted off. The light was on upstairs, Tommy must be home. Making your way up to find him, you plastered a smile on your face.

Ignoring the pain in your ribs, ignoring the dull ache in your head.

You found Tommy in the bath, in front of the fire. Clothes discarded on a chair, stained with blood. Something had happened. Sensing your presence, he turned his head.

“Here she is, ey,” he mused, “My beloved wife,”

Kneeling next to him, you kissed his full lips. “You’re home early, Tommy,” you noted. Ignoring the stained clothes there. Ask no questions, hear no lies.

“It’s late, princess. And you’re back late, was it busy?” He asked. Shit, you hadn’t realised how late it actually was.

“Hmm,” you responded, as you stood back up. Deciding to just go to bed, catching your hand he pulled you back. A grin on his face.

“Why don’t you come in here, and join me?” He queried, wet hands snaking along your body. Smiling, you bent to kiss him again. Thinking of an excuse, so he wouldn’t see your injuries.

“I’ve got a headache, Tommy,” you lied, “I’m just going to go to bed,” Stroking your cheek, he nodded.

“Ok, I won’t be long,” he assured you. As you left him to go to bed.

Quickly stripping, you observed yourself in the mirror. The side of your ribs now purple, and sore. Wincing you slipped your nightie on, and climbed into bed.

When you woke the next morning, you found yourself alone. Head pounding, from where you had banged it. Groaning, you rolled over. Realising the house was quiet, Tommy must have left early for work.

You just hoped no gossip from the pub, had reached him. You knew how he could over react. Slipping from the bed, you lifted your nightie. Standing in front of the mirror, “Shit,” you sighed.

This bruise was going to be hard to hide. You could always say you had your period. Yeah, that was a good plan.

“What the fuck is that?!” You heard the voice of your husband, from the doorway.

Gasping, you jumped with shock. Thinking he had gone to work already. But no, here he was.

Standing in the doorway, with a pot of tea for you. Slamming the teapot and cup down, he strode over to you. Lifting your nightie back up.

“Oh… it’s nothing Tommy. Just a small mishap,” You answered, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him good morning.

“A mishap!!” He vented. “A fucking mishap!”

Bending down to look, you hissed as he touched your skin. “Start talking Y/n, or I will hunt everyone in Small Heath down to find out,”

Walking to the nightstand, you picked up your tea. Sipping slowly, “Thomas..” you started, as you fluttered your lashes at him.

“No,” he warned you, “That’s not going to work, and don’t Thomas me. Start talking,”

Huffing, you gently lowered yourself onto the bed. “I’m not one of your men. I am your wife, so please don’t speak to me like that,”

“Sorry,” he mumbled, as he lit a cigarette. Waiting to hear your story, impatiently tapping his foot.

"There was a little scuffle in the pub, that's all. I got in the way, but I'm fine," you smiled, sipping your tea. Oooh, you would need to take something for this headache.

"A little scuffle!!" he shouted, "Who put their hands on my wife, ey?!! I want the name, Y/n!"

"Thomas, you are over reacting. It was a..."

"Yeah, mishap," he cut you off, now dragging his suit jacket on. "His name, Y/n. I will find out, you know I will,"

Rolling your eyes, you placed your favourite china cup down. And walked towards him, placing your hands gently on his biceps. "I don't know the name, it was an accident. So please, just don't go and get into a fight,"

Holding your face, he sighed. "I love you, baby," He led you towards the bed, "You rest, I will be back soon, yeah?" Winking, he walked away.

"Tommy!" you called after him, but you knew any argument was futile. You just felt sorry for the poor man.

It was only a small mishap.

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my shirt - jj maybank

A/N: i wrote this last year and i didn’t proofread it so.. be warned

SUMMARY: you wear your friend jj’s shirt, then maybe he’s not just your friend anymore

WORD COUNT: 0.7k

WARNINGS: none

you were sitting on the boat with kie and pope, drinking a beer and laughing about something pope said. pope was much more comedic when he had a couple beers in his system.

john b and jj were taking forever, doing god knows what in john b's house, "I wonder why they're taking so long,” you thought out loud, reaching for another beer.

"they're hooking up. definitely." pope said and you smacked his arm, rolling your eyes.

kie shook her head with a laugh, "don't worry y/n, jj only has eyes for you."

your cheeks flushed red despite your best efforts to stop it, "yeah, right."

you had a thing for jj, and it was obvious to everyone except him. the whole group has been trying to push you and jj together for months now, ever since they noticed the looks you gave each other while the other wasn't paying attention.

pope gave you a look, but you ignored it. john b and jj finally joined you guys on the boat, immediately grabbing a drink, and jj lit up a cigarette.

john b started the boat, and you all fell into normal conversation, laughing at nearly everything anyone said. you were all buzzed, per usual.

you put your sunglasses on and rested your head back, ducking out of the conversation for awhile.

"are you wearing my shirt?" you heard jj's voice all of the sudden. your eyes widened as you looked down at the loose blue t-shirt you were wearing.

"oh I- uh," you cleared your throat, "you must have left it on the boat. i got kinda cold while we were waiting for you guys. I can give it back-"

"no no it's okay," he avoided eye contact, "you look good,” he said softly, in a way that made you think he didn’t even mean to utter the words aloud.

you looked at him, taken aback by his words, and he locked eyes with you. you both wanted to say something, but just couldn't find the right thing to say.

"uh guys?" john b's voice caused you both to look away from each other and to him. he looked back and forth between you two for a moment,” uh, we're gonna swim now. you can go back to.. whatever that was."

"way to ruin the moment dipshit," pope smacked john b on the side of the head.

you stood up, pulling jj's shirt over your head, deciding to avoid the further awkwardness with jj. you jumped off the boat into the water and swam over to kie, leaving jj on the boat, finding himself wanting you to come back.

you hung out in the water, and then on the boat for awhile before deciding to call it a day. when you reached the dock, you grabbed your bag and tapped on jj's shoulder. the rest of them got off the boat quickly, saying fast goodbyes to each other, leaving you and jj alone.

you held up jj's shirt, "here.” he looked at the shirt, and then at you.

"no uh- you keep it." he offered you a soft smile, and you sensed his nervousness.

"are you sure?" he nodded, and you smiled, just now realizing how close you were to him. you could practically feel his breath on your face.

in that moment you wanted to kiss him more than you ever have wanted to do anything. like ever.

with a sudden burst of confidence, jj took a small step forward, making the gap between you two so small your noses were almost touching.

"so are you gonna kiss me or what?" you whispered, and he crashed his lips on yours, smiling into the kiss. he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

you both stumbled back, nearly falling off the boat, causing you both to laugh. "you have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." he said, the smile not leaving his face.

"oh, I think I do," you both laughed, and you pressed your lips back to his.

"I'm really glad I left my shirt on the boat."

"me too."

it was inevitable that the shirt wouldn't be the only piece of clothing left on the boat.

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