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Y/n lee POV

After so long I'm back

Well tonight I have to dance so I hope to recognize new people until you think before I was not a child but my weight loss is the Shelby family again I miss Tony and Arthur from Aunt Polly and especially John

time cut

The night had already arrived and I'm getting ready to dance the stage too but people should sit down too look look at a curtain party and I see that there are a lot of people the musicians so I'm going down amateur I go in...

pov john

I learned that a group of gypsies had arrived together by speaking to my brothers

John: Tommy, Arthur about a group of gypsies arriving I said it has a very magnetic message and it drives people crazy

Arthur: and how much would Johnny boy be that I think about three of us will see this beautiful lady dance

Tommy: I think das Chile pays our tickets So my brothers better get my decent haircut that's going to be tonight

John: after that we are all messed up we wait until the time comes and we pay our entrance we sit on some rug pads that were there in front of us at a small table we wait until we go the scales come in i don't know when i start that bike like this already I knew

POV y/n

Y/n: Hello gentlemen, welcome my name is y/n lee as I think you've noticed I'm a gypsy and today I would dance some songs and dances of my people

And in the middle of the disease and even 3 men who were there that I think they are gypsies too but I don't know close to him and then I threw old thread to cover my face

After that, the dance ends and talks

Y/n: the dance I'm going to dance now is very old among my people because it's very dangerous and also and I think that of all the gypsies I know from my family I'm the only person who knows how to dance - (speaks and picks up a sword) - because if I give any swipe that sword can cut my body

Arthur: so be careful princess

Tommy: yeah we don't want to see her beautiful body get hurt (the three men laugh)-

Y/n: Of course I will sir

(Sword Dance)

The dance is over and I'm too say goodbye and go back to my carriage

(Carriage)

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Hi people today , just now the death of Queen Elisabeth II was announced , I already cried a lot I loved that woman , a source of hope for anyone who is starting a life of office or writer , my condolences to all of the royal family , my biggest dream was to see this wonderful woman in which today she rests, in is tender is deep peace, fighter queen Elisabeth.

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soon masca and y/n

Masca is a leader of an indigenous tribe and y/n was from another tribe in one day sn was with his star lynx and his ferret White snow on the beachfront with his friends dolphins and I saw a man coming and I got up and started to run scared is he also started to run is i hide behind a tree is look at the beach i only see the footprints in the sand i hear a rustle of leaves behind me i look back is he was there he came close to you is he took his arm and he took him to his tribe and you started living in his hollow with him you fell in love with him every day he also made 3 new friends just Emily, Kim is Leah chews if he fell in love with you because you are good I love animals is you love children you play go with the children is the chronicles played with the snowy is Estrela is sometimes chews caught you looking at him

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soon patty and y/n

Patty is one. Bandit in the West with his paseiros I know the second in command is Y/n is a city girl been the prettiest girl in the whole city being Coveted by all men in one day a man tries to abuse Y/n is making s /n flee the city on his horse Firefly running across the border of the city it's patty to see is to get her horse Raven is goes after her is when he stops her horse he looked into the most beautiful eyes he's ever seen by heart e/c ( eye color) is in love with you

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my reaper

Sn has been captured by the reapers and Carver takes the initiative to find out where his group is hiding, but things change and he tries other methods to get you to talk but little did he know that his group threw her to her death.

Carver: Tell me where your group is.

He demanded You winked at the arrogant idiot, your future assassin,

Y/n: I don't have a group.

You spat, blood dripping from your lips.

Carver: You could make this a lot easier if you'd just tell me where they are.

His eyes burned with anger. You didn't care about his welfare; you knew he wasn't going to let you live and you had accepted that.

Without another moment of silence, he smacked her across the face again, causing blood to splatter from her mouth.

Carver: I can do this all day.

you laughed, causing him to give you a disapproving look.

Carver: Me too honey, and I'll have so...

he approached.

Carver: very...

he then knelt in front of her face.

Carver: fun.

He pulled his lower lip between his teeth, that expression alone turning you on a little.

Carver: Tell me where they are... how many are there?

he gripped your jaw tightly, the pain of his blows making you hiss in pain.

His eyes roamed from her parted lips to her dark brown eyes, taking in her beautiful features.

Y/n: I'm alone.(you said this more in your head via the image of you being thrown by your ex group to the zombies or rotten under the gates of Alexandria knowing they must die)

You swallowed, feeling blood and drool running down your chin. His fingers dug. She was on the wooden handles of the chair, the rope tight around her wrists digging into her skin.

His eyes roamed over her face, slowly over her neck until her eyes were glued to his chest. The button-down shirt apparently lost a few buttons during its capture, so more than you'd like it to be exposed, but you really didn't care anymore.

He reached her side and pulled his big knife up, dragging it lightly over his dirty jeans and down to his stomach, resting the knife above the skin of his chest,

Carver: Are you sure about that?

His eyes darkened, and before you could respond, he plunged the knife into the fabric of your shirt along the buttons and cut all the way down, exposing your bra to him. You watched him intently as he held the blade between the middle of your bra, lightly cutting through the agonizingly slow material, your dark eyes meeting his.

Carver: I'll be back tomorrow.

He smiled, releasing the knife from his bra, and straightened up.

Carver: Good night.

He laughed, patting your face lightly before walking out of the cell and turning off the light, leaving you alone in the pitch black.

You couldn't sleep, especially in the situation you were in, and you couldn't break free from the ropes to free yourself, so you were stuck waiting to see if the next morning would be your last life.

Hours later, the man returned, a terrifying mask covering his face, but you knew it was him from his height, build, and hair. You swallowed hard as you watched him hold a knife in one hand and a pistol in the other.

Y/n: You don't scare me.

You bowed your head.

He silently approached you when he was directly between your legs, the mask looking at you. he pointed the gun at your head, and you couldn't help but close your eyes, thinking that this was finally the moment he would finish you.

Carver: Look scared at me.

You could tell he was smiling under the mask, and you blinked back and looked at him. He dragged the pistol to your temple, the cold metal making you nervous, and he continued to run it down your cheek until he got to the side of your lip, where he parted your lips.

Y/n: Wh-

you tried to say it, but the word came out muttered as he pushed the gun past your lips and into your mouth, silencing you behind the mask.

With another swift movement, the knife sliced ​​through the rest of her bra fabric, exposing her bare chest to the cold air of the cell. You groaned around the gun, struggling in the uncomfortable chair to try to get the ripped clothing off the button to cover your breasts, ultimately failing.

Carver: Ready to chat now

he antagonized, running the blade over her delicate skin, leaving a small gash across her chest.

Y/n: ohh

You groaned at the sting. His eyes darted to his front, where you could see his erection through his pants, then back to the mask. He pulled the gun from his mouth, a drop of drool coming out of the metal gun.

Carver: You really like that, don't you.

Your head tilted as he gripped your hair tightly, holding your head in place as he knelt between your legs, tucking the gun back into the holster around his belt, you swallowed, wondering what your next moves would be,

Carver: I have some ideas on how to solve this little problem.

He stood up and quickly undid his belt, pulling on his black cargo pants just enough to expose his rock-hard cock, the size taking you with him. completely by surprise.Carver: You bite and barely cut your throat.The tightness in your hair tightened as he basically pushed his cock between your lips, shocking you as he thrust in and out of your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and making you gasp. His nails dug into the wooden arm as his instinct was to grab your thighs as you sucked his cock.His moans under the mask were incredibly hot, and they turned you on completely, helping you feel more emotionally comfortable in this situation, not that he'd let you in physically. free and cut the rope from your wrist, slicing your skin once more and making you cry against his cock, heightening your pleasure and pleasure.But you ignored the pain and instantly grabbed his cock and started stroking along with sucking, making him moan more.Carver: Good girl.He groaned, continuing to grip her hair. Tears mixed with the drool on your chin as you took most of his length into your mouth, his cock throbbing between your lips.

Carver: Be a good girl and I won't kill you.he spat, slashing the rope on his other wrist, thankfully not cutting his skin this time.

Carver: Take off your clothes, now.he demanded, smacking her cheek, not enough to really hurt her, but enough to draw some blood into her mouth.You stood up, trying not to fall to the floor due to your wobbly and unsteady legs, and then pulled your dark jeans down along with the black panties you were wearing. Your masked face tilted a little once more as you stood naked in front of him, the cold air pinching your skin.His big hand grabbed your arm and pushed you across the room to where you thought you were going to fall to the floor until your stomach found the wooden table behind where you were sitting. He kicked her legs open and quickly crushed her upper body to the table, causing screams to escape her lips.Carver: Shut up.He groaned, positioning his tip against her soaked core.Before you could say anything, he slammed his entire length inside you, making you scream in pain due to his size you were definitely not used to.

 Y/n: Fuck! you yelled, grabbing the side of the table as he hit you. You had never been taken like this before, not like you were taken many times, but never like this, and you enjoyed every second of his torture, you knew he wasn't going to let you live even after this.His constant dangerous jabs were making you crumble under his rough touch, your weapon still in one hand braced on the table and the other pushing your face hard against the offensively cold table.

Carver: I just might have to keep him close.he groaned with a dark laugh followingCarver: Using you as my personal fuck toy.breath, a guttural moan escaping his lips.

 Carver: Do you want this? Huh? You filthy bitch.He laughed, the sound of their skin slamming against each other along with their moans and screams filling the room.

Y/n: You couldn't keep me.You laughed at the table.

Y/n: Nobody can.With one swift movement, he pushed her so her bare ass was sitting on the edge of the table, her legs still spread for him as his arousal oozed from her core.

Carver: Just wait and see.He said hungrily, darkness filling his eyes through the mask, and without even looking down, reconnected the two of you, where he continued to pump sinfully into you.When his thumb pressed hard against his clit, you groaned, knowing that if he continued this brutal torture, you would completely come undone.

Y/n: ahhh, shit.You groaned, holding tight to his forearm and with the other arm resting behind you to keep him steady.

Carver: The second you come, you're mine.He hissed dangerously, causing shivers to course through her body as he sensually massaged her slit, causing a mixture of screams and moans to pass through her parted lips.

Y/n: Y-you feel so good.you cried, digging your nails into his arm, him whistling in reaction to the pain you were causing him as he drew some blood, making you laugh.You could hear a little chuckle under his mask, confirming that he was enjoying everything... how a little sick, you thought, but you were in the same boat, you were enjoying it more than you realized, all parts, except for the assurance that you weren't going to survive this or, if you did, you'd be living down here waiting for more sick sex, but you've pushed that out of your mind for now.You slowly reached out to where the mask was and tried to remove it, wanting to see his face, but he stopped you, grabbing his hand and knocking. the-a painfully on the table, making you cry even louder.But that didn't stop you from trying again, consciously pushing your luck, you reached out again carefully and pulled the mask, this time it didn't stop you, he let you take off the scary mask and you put it on the table behind you Watching their expressions, the way his brows furrowed in pleasure, his lips parted as he let out little moans.He seemed to start rubbing your clit harder than before because you felt yourself approaching orgasm.Y/n: I-I-you moaned, closing your eyes tightly.Carver: Look at me.He demanded, and you obeyed and looked at him, feeling the heat fill your body, your moans and screams filling the room as your body was engulfed in pleasure, sending shockwaves through your body as he thrust hard along yours. orgasm, leaving you gasping against his clothed chest, his arms now holding you tight against his body as he continued to pound into your core, his thrusts getting sloppy, showing he was approaching his orgasm as well.You pulled your face away and looked at him, watching his face as he writhed in pleasure, your eyes never leaving his as he rode his orgasm inside you, leaving you breathless and exhausted.He pulled back, his length slowly sliding out of you, but his eyes never leaving yours, he didn't seem to know what to say, and truth be told, neither did you.You felt his seed drip off you and looked down to see his cum dripping from the table onto the concrete floor.Carver: We uh, we have plan b. he swallowed, pulling his pants up and fastening his belt. "I'll bring you some clothes." He said taking some keys out of his pocket and opening the cell door behind him, gesturing for you to go inside.You didn't know what happened, everything changed in a split second, he wasn't being as cruel as he was before the two of you had sex, or as arrogant as he normally was, it was a strange feeling. But you got up from the table, your seed running down his legs as you tried to cover his chest, past him and into the small cell.He closed it behind you and quickly disappeared, leaving you alone in the dark cell once more, this time more confused about what was going to happen to you.

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my gypsy girl

Y/n: John! I scream, mud and dirt from the streets of Birmingham clinging to my back shoes and socks as I run from my best friend.

Y/n: John Shelby, slow down! JOHN !

The shrillness of my scream stops it and stops quickly, it momentarily causes me to be in trouble. He frowns when he sees the cheeky little smile on my face.

John: You know Aunt Polly doesn't like it when you come over while I'm working.

His brothers, now 12 and 15, began spending time with the Peaky Blinders in hopes of soon joining the gang. At just seven years old, John is stuck with a newspaper as a natural way of earning money for the family.

Y/n: Polly went to church She doesn't know I followed you.

I smile, a piece of my short hair in the morning breeze. John shakes his head but can't stop the crooked smile from spreading across his features.

John: damn it - He sighs, pushing the lock of hair back into place behind my ear - But if I tell you to hide, do what you once said, huh? Do it y/n Do it y/n That's all you do is boss me around all day. - John rolls his eyes. "

John: You hear how stories Arthur and Tommy tell about the streets of Birmingham Let me take care of you

Y/n: not holding a pile of newspapers by your side

John: He puffs out his chest with pride - Nothing. Not while I'm around.

JOHN POV

"Y/n Lee!" I scream, seeing her on the bridge over the cut. She's walking along the edge like it's a tightrope, a bottle of whiskey in her hand and a boy with her. I don't remember his name, but I recognize him from school. Y/n is startled by the noise, regrets it and starts to lose balance. The boy grabs her waist in an attempt to stabilize her. All I see is red.

John: Get your damn hands off her! - I shout, quickly crossing the maintenance stairs and climbing in record time to join them on the bridge.

Y/n: John-She says, sobering up livid immediately when she sees how livid I am. Y/n places her small hand on my forearm and I relax. It lasts just a moment while the school boy speaks.

Alex: I took good care of y/n She doesn't need you to follow around like a toy soldier.

My hand clenched, making a tight fist. Y/n feel the muscles in my arm grow tight and wide, pulling away to increase distance and a fight she knows is about to begin. She acts on instinct, reading my mind, knowing me better than I do sometimes. My fist hits the kid in the face and a sickening crack resounds with the first punch. I hit two more before y/n's voice snaps me back to reality.

Y/n: John - She says. It's just a whisper, but it's enough to stop me. I grab the boy by the collar, lifting him up so we're nose to nose. A little of her blood stains my face, but I don't mind as I mock him.

John: No closer to sn again. Are you listening to me ? - Don't even head close to the scale and I'll give him one last bridge back while he goes out across the bridge back a city.

Y/n: You didn't have to do that. I was fine

sn is quiet, not sure if I'm mad at her. I don't say anything at first, taking a bottle of whiskey from her hand. Slamming the bottle back, I take several sips before looking her in the eye.

Y/n: What were you doing with him? it was my idea so you can't blame him for that.

She explains. I scoff and shake my head softly.

John: sn, of course he is kind to you. He wants to fuck you is You don't know that - She folds her arms, stubborn as ever - You're beautiful sn I mean look at you. Any guy would die for a chance with you. I realize I'm still angry, but not at her. Sn sits on the cobblestone, feet dangling over the edge of the bridge and pats the space beside her.

Y/n: Are you jealous?

John: Christ, sn. I don't know.” She leans to the side, wiping the boy's blood off my face before resting her head on my shoulder. I take off my beret to clean the razor blades sewn into the beak of my pocket and hand it to her - I won't be around as much - She plays developed like blades, understanding I'll be busy now that I'm a Peaky Blinder.

Y/n: Are you trying to keep me safe because you won't be too close or because you don't want to see me with other guys? For the love of God.

when she makes me talk about things like that.

John: Both - I finally admit it.

Y/n: Do you like me - sn smiles returning the hat and taking my hand - To be honest I expected you to be jealous - I drop your hand, turning quickly to face her, my hands teasingly pinching her skin above hips

Y/n: You brat. You did this shit on purpose - sn screams, begging me to stop

tickle her- Alright, alright! You got me admitting that you only have feelings for me.

John: Why does it really matter?

Y/n: Because I have them for you - She says softly, suddenly unsure. I look at her lips rosy the lower one a bit than the upper one of my right hand more against her beauty before leaning in and being big already her gently. It only takes a moment for her to rebel, kissing me back, and the moment for her to rebel, kissing me back intense, and the sweet kiss becomes intense. When we finally pull away, sn laughs, biting her bottom lip.

John: You're drunk-her eyes widen

Y/n: Don't tell Aunt Polly - she begs

John: Don't tell her what? That you're drunk or do we kiss?

Y/n: Both. I'm only thirteen. She's going to kill me.” Sn swears. I'm bursting with laughter right now.

Y/n: John! - She whines. - Do not laugh at me!

John: I can't help it. You're afraid of Polly and you're cute,

Y/n: You're scared of her too - sn argues. I snort.

John: Yes, I have common sense. Of course I'm scared to death of the woman - Everything about this is uncharted territory for -

Y/N POV

I'm almost at the end of the street when two young men approach me. They are gypsies, about the age of Arthur and Tommy and I know instantly They are, two members of the Lee clan are family I'm coming flame cause of me catch throwing me on a horse screams for John when I see it walks out the door with his brothers running after us we arrive at the Caravan puts me inside a carriage and the caravan and from the window of the carriage door of John and his brothers running behind when I hear John scream -

John: SN WHEN YOU COME BACK I WILL MARRY YOU

Y/n: JOHN I LOVE YOU - after that I started to cry and the carriage starts to go faster and faster from a John away from this I've never seen John

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Before the world ended

school an outfit,plus the shirt in the first photo imagine it has long sleeves like in the second photo and choose the weapons

Reader left his old life and found a new one in this apocalyptic world with Brandon Carver, a member of the Reapers. When she sees them drag her ex out of a life she barely knows anymore, she assures her lover that he's the one.

Her eyes widened in shock at the sight of the man they'd dragged through the main gate. The breath almost completely escaped your lungs, but you caught yourself before Carver could notice as he walked over to you, his mask hanging from his hips on his belt.

"Are you okay?" you questioned, noticing the limp in your step.

His eyes roamed the features of her face, clearly realizing that something was wrong. “The motherfucker cut me.” Carver said, curling his finger in the cut fabric of his black combat pants and showing me the blood underneath.

"Let me clean you up." You gave him a slight smile, looping your small arm through his and leading him into the building. Your mind wanders as you think about the man, the man you spent years with before the world ended, the person you loved more than anything at any given time. The man you lost in this hopeless world, never thinking you'd see him again. He was dead, you thought.

Carver opened the infirmary door and you led him to the chair in front of the window. "Sit down." You fell silent, hoping the cut wasn't deep.

You flipped on the light and motioned for him to drop his pants, and with an eye roll he slid his dark, combat-stained pants down his legs. "It's not so bad." He sighed, leaning back in his chair, his head leaning against the windowsill, looking exhausted.

You took the first aid kit and knelt in front of him as you started to clean his wound. You were with Carver, he was the best thing that ever happened to you in the new world, he saved you from death, and the two of you fell in love so easily. Carver was your protector, he always put you first, you knew it would be you and him until the end...

Despite your past coming through and reminding you of how life used to be, you knew it would only be Carver, no matter what your past life was and with whom.

"love?" you asked quietly.

His eyes opened and he looked at you, his gaze much softer than before. He lifted his hand and lightly caressed her cheek. "Hi baby." He smiled slightly.

"II need to tell you something," you swallowed. His eyes darted from hers to her lips, and then he tucked a strand of hair behind his ear before giving me his full attention. “That man, the one you found and brought…” Carver's eyes narrowed a little, causing nerves to rise. "I knew him, before all this…he's my ex-fiancé." you sighed, not having to think about that moment in your life for what felt like an eternity.

"Which?" his brows drew together, showing his confusion and frustration. "Explain"

You took a deep breath, finally ready to tell Carver about your past. “On the day the world was really impressed by all this, at the beginning when things got really bad, he and I were trying to get out of town… wasn't looking for me, or didn't look for a long time, so after a few months I gave up, found a group, lost them…” you tried to catch your breath as anxiety rose. "And then you found me..." You gave him a small smile, the anxiety fading as your soft eyes looked into his.

"I would never be able to stop looking if I lost you." He whispered, lifting his rough hand once more and pressing his palm to her cheek. His eyes closed in ecstasy at the feel of your soft touch, loving the fact that you only got to see that side of Carver.

"I know." You smiled, sliding off the floor and straddling his lap. "You saved me Brandon, you're the only one I'll ever need." You took a breath, knowing that everything you would ever need in this life was right in front of you. And judging by the loving look in his eyes, you knew he was thinking the same thing.

a\n:sorry for any mistakes english is not my real language because i am brazilian