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readingfictionnothingelse · 2 months ago

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Currently my fave rn 😍

Doctors shouldn't be squeamish

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Dante X F!Reader

CW: Blood, canon death, almost dying

Word count: Roughly 1.7K

A/N: You'd gone to Fortuna on the promise of your own practice. Too bad you should have realized that an offer that sounds too good to be true tends to be just that. Hiding in your office as something that you refuse to exists beats down your door expecting to die, only for a knight in shining armor to show up. Well he's clad in a red leather jacket and you sure as hell don't think he's a knight. Letting him carry you around like a sack of potatoes is a lot better than being made into a human skewer though.

Chapter one of A demon who found a doctor, too bad he doesn't need one

Prefer A03? Read it here.

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Hunkered down in the small room with the table pressed against the one door you flinch as another scream resounds from just past the thick wood. Followed by a sound that chills you to your bones, animals, and humans don’t make screams like that.

Monsters do.

“There we go young man, that shouldn’t hurt as much.” Opening your forceps and dropping the piece of glass that was embedded in the young boy's hand into the tray. Dabbing at the wound with a gentle smile while his mother watched silently. “You’re being very brave for such a big cut, you don’t need stitches but I think a few butterfly bandages will help.” The boy just smiles as you work, the tears he had come in sporting gone and his mother didn’t seem as tight-lipped as when they first walked into your office.

Giving a small wave goodbye as they left you felt your shoulders slump, you had left the city to get away from parents that didn’t care who plagued your practice. You’d become a doctor to help people, but in the city, it had started to wear you down. As if you couldn’t make a difference and had felt like you were ready to give up.

At least until a man named Sanctus had come into the city for treatment and offered you a smaller place to practice. The castle town of Fortuna, and why would you turn it down? A paid move, a practice that already existed in the town, and an offer to be subsidized by something called the Order of the Sword? It was almost too good to be true.

Cleaning up the examination room, you understood why it was too good to be true. The townsfolk did not like outsiders. At all. In fact, if you hadn’t been invited to the town by the Vicar of said order you doubt anyone would even step inside the office. Or it might have had to do with how you refused to join the Order. You didn’t believe in demons and that wasn’t going to change. The idea of some demon saving humanity and turning against it's own kind sounded like a myth to control people.

The examination room cleaned up and tossing your disposable gloves in the garbage you ran your fingers through your hair. At least the pair had been sent on their way before the whole town would head into the church for the usual sermon. Chuckling as you just happened to look outside the window of the sitting room to see a flash of white hair.

“Nero must be running late.” Giving your head a shake and chuckling a little at the though of him bolting towards the church. Out of everyone in the town you liked the young man, he was rough around the edges and didn’t seem to swallow everything the Order said. He’d been a little on edge when you put a cast around his arm a week ago after he broke it, but maybe that was because Kyrie was with him. She was a pretty young thing and the reason you thought Nero was in the order. Following his childhood friend that you were pretty sure wanted to be more than just her friend.

Humming a little tune to yourself as you sat at the reception desk and started to write in the file for the boy and detail the treatment such as it was. The other downside to the town and everyone being in the Order meant you had a hard time getting an administrator to look after your paperwork.

The town was quiet though. In the last six months, you had seen an average of a person a day and it was always for small things. Bumps and minor cuts. Nero has been the most interesting case since you left the city, and that was just a broken ulna.

While you weren’t busy you could have done without the almost weekly visits from the man named Agnus. He creeped you out with the way he stared when he thought you weren’t watching, there under the pretense of being a fellow scientist and wanting to converse with you. Except when you asked what he studied he was quiet as hell, muttering when he would leave how he wasn’t wrong.

It was then you heard the screaming and slammed your paper record shut since the Order didn't want electronic ones kept, much to your annoyance but you couldn’t focus on that while running towards the noise. You were at the door in moments looking out into the street as people rushed by. “What’s going on?” You screamed not expecting anyone to answer you.

“He killed him! He killed His Holiness! The man in red!” Holy shit. You feel a stab of panic in your chest at those words. Pulling the door closed and running on autopilot as you head towards what you call your office in the back room, throwing supplies in your bag to head towards the church. You doubt the Vicar is dead but he is probably injured and you are a doctor.

Bag in hand you book it back down the hallway, only to freeze as more screams rend the air just outside your practice's open door. Followed by the sound of meat being skewered.

Except it’s not meat.

It’s a person being run through by a blade that looks like it’s been attached to a badly made scarecrow. You’ve seen blood before and gaping wounds, it was the nature of your job, but this? This is beyond anything you know how to react to. The savagery as the blade slices downward with enough force to send blood splashing upward that you can it from this distance.

Movement just past the intertwined figures and you see more people being cut down.

It’s a slaughter.

You run. It's the only thought running through your mind.

You turn on your heels and run back towards your office as the air is filled with screams, the sounds of the dying, and noises you don’t want to think about. Slamming the door shut and dragging your desk across it to hide feeling a wetness as it hits your hands. You’re crying with the tears pouring down your face from the fear coursing through your veins. Exhausted as you drop to the floor and pull your legs to your chest, praying that you won’t share the same fate.

More screams even through the thick wood and you feel a cold sweat breaking out across your skin. What is going on? It’s like you’re in the middle of a nightmare, a small helpless child rocking back and forth and hoping you wake up. Until the sound of scratching comes through the door, something is digging through the wood.

Scrambling on your hands and knees as you try to move away hoping whatever is making the noise leaves you alone. You aren’t that lucky. A much louder sound in the air as the wood of the door splinters and a piece of metal like a cleaver is sticking out, wild laughter rings in the room and you’re certain it’s coming from the thing trying to burst through the door. Another slam and you close your eyes as the door explodes into chunks of wood that shatter your desk.

Your body is tense as you expect to feel that chipped piece of metal slice through your body, except it never comes. You hear the laughter violently cut off and the sound of something being sliced open, like a wet sack instead of what you'd expect from another body. Slowly cracking an eye open to see the scarecrow thing impaled on a sword of a very different style from the one used by the Order.

Opening your other eye and following the edge of the sword to its master. He’s broad in his tight black shirt and wrapped in a red leather coat that makes him seem larger than life. His forearms look bigger than your legs, but what really catches your attention is his face. He’s handsome, like movie handsome and you wonder if maybe this was a crazy movie set instead of real life.

“You’re certainly not what I expected to find in here.” Damn, even his voice sounds dreamy. “Now why would a demon be after someone like you tucked behind a barricade when there’s still lots of people in the street?”

Demon? You have to be having a nightmare. You just have to. “This is just a nightmare, I just need to wake up.” Your voice cracks several times as you move one of your hands to pinch yourself and feel the pain. Shit.

“Sorry Doll. No nightmare even though it might seem like it.” His sword is strapped to his back somehow as he looks down at you still sprawled on the floor like he’s confused by you. A lot more confused than his words let on.

“What. What’s going on?” The hysteria is in your voice now as your hands shake while you raise them to your face.

“Demons. Something tells me you might not be a part of this little party.”

“Demons aren’t real!” You’re in full-blown panic mode now as you almost scream it. This can’t be happening. Hiding behind your hands as if you can make it go away.

“Gotta face the facts Doll. Demons are real, and you need to get out of here if you don’t want to end up dead. Can you move?” Something in his tone is making you shake even more as you press the heels of your palms more against your face. “Guess not. Well, can’t be helped.”

You squeal as you’re hefted in the air and thrown over his shoulder before the man whose name you haven’t gotten heads out to the street. “Could you keep it down? I’d rather not drop a pretty lady like yourself if I don’t need to.” You don’t need to worry about making another noise as you take in the carnage around you before the man jumps, actually jumps, to the rooftop with ease.

No.

Instead, the world goes dark.

Dante of course gets a kick out of it as he feels you slump and go boneless over his shoulder. “You’re either one hell of an actress or Lady was right and you have nothing to do with the Order. Which paints a bigger question. What’s another part demon like you doing around here? Because you don't seem to be like that boy at all.”

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readingfictionnothingelse · 3 months ago

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My Angel

Dante x fem angel reader

Author notes: ahhh this is my first request ever so I’m a bit nervous. But I saw this and got so excited. Angel reader who looks a bit like Columbina from genshin, mentions of being experimented on, Dante is so sweet in this. I kinda also wanna make more parts to this

Dante is walking around some back woods to find this demon the person frantically called to tell him about. The demon apparently was big and scary. What a description, how is he suppose to find this thing if he doesn’t even have a clue on what it looks like? He really has to start setting some ground rules for this job.

He keeps walking for a little bit longer until he feels like he’s just been going in a circle. He’s about to give up until he hears a scream in the distance. Dante then takes off in the direction of where the scream came from. He knows he’s getting closer by hearing the cracking of branches and trees.

Dante sees the demon trying to go after something. He takes a look at it though, it’s not big nor scary. Oh well he has a job to do. He quickly grabs rebellion and dashes towards the demon. He uses a stump of a tree to jump off of to get himself higher into the air.

Once he’s above the demon, he pierces it in the neck with his sword and drags it down its back. The demon screams in agony and falls to its side as it dies.

Dante lands on the ground then laughs, man that was easy. But so not worth the hours he’s been out here. He turns his head to see you sitting on the ground with your back pressed against a tree. Ah so you must have been the one that screamed.

Dante walks over to you and you try to back up more and frantically wave your arms around, “Please don’t kill me!”

He freezes at your fear. He gets why you’re so nervous. It doesn’t help that he just killed the demon and is now still walking around with rebellion in his hand. He’s quick to throw it on his back and slowly walk over to you with his hands in the air.

“I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to help you get out of here safe okay? Let me get you back home.”

He reached out a hand to you and you hesitantly take it. His hands are calloused and rough but they feel so warm. It’s comforting to you.

Dante helps you up and that’s when he gets a good look at you. You have these white strips on your face that cover around your eyes, he questions to himself if those are bandages. He then sees wing behind you. They’re not super big but they aren’t exactly small either. You’ve obviously been out here for a while since your pretty white wings are now brown and muddy.

You also had very long hair that look silky. You then made eye contact with him and he is captivate by your eyes. They are so beautiful. It’s like you have gems for eyes. He finally notes you have a long white dress that flows in the wind. He also realizes that you are smaller than him. But that’s normal, he is super tall and buff after all that’s what being half demon does to a man.

Dante thinks you’re beautiful though. So he questions how you got out here.

You’re intimated by the man in front of you. He has suddenly gone quiet and is staring you down. You’re use to the looks at this point and are ready to hear all the judgmental things he’s probably going to say. It’s not like you haven’t heard them before.

But you can’t help but stare at him. He is very tall and muscular. You’ve never seen a man built like this before. He looks so handsome. His beautiful long white hair and those gorgeous blue eyes, you really don’t want to take your eyes off of him.

But his staring is getting a bit intense, “Um so…”

Dante snaps out of his staring. Damn he must look like a creep, “Oh sorry. I’ve never seen an angel before.”

You look away from him after his confession, “I get that a lot.”

“I think you’re beautiful.”

You snap your head back to look at the white haired man in front of you. Did he really just say that? “What did you say?” You ask him wanting to double check to make sure you heard him right.

“I said I think you’re beautiful.”

You blink owlishly at him, “You think so?”

Now Dante looks confused, “Yeah, wouldn’t everyone?”

You shake your head. “No one has said that to me. I only got picked on growing up because I don’t look normal. People thought I was just dressing up but once I got older and grew into my features, everyone got scared.”

“Why were they scared?”

“They thought I was going to hurt them or something I guess. That’s why they called these scientists to get me.”

“Is that why you’re in the woods?” He questions. He mentally slaps himself because this sounds like an interrogation now. He hopes you don’t see it that way.

“Kinda? I ran away because I had enough of their experiments. I wanted to actually live and not be a test subject.”

Dante thinks to himself for a second, it’s not the first time he’s heard of people testing on others to try and understand demons. But you’re a different case, what is there to benefit out of testing on you? All he knows is that he’s mad you had to go through that and suffer for so long.

He reaches out his hand to you again, “Since you don’t have a place to return to, let’s go to mine alright?”

You take his hand more confidently this time and smile up at him. This is the first time you get to choose where you go. You wonder what his place is going to be like. After all he is a demon hunter so you bet it’s going to be an interesting place.

You are standing outside a building with a big sign saying “Devil May Cry”. You look at him confused, “Uh is this your place?”

“Yep.” Dante emphasizes the “p”. “It’s my shop and house. A two in one if you will.”

You look at him even more confused, “Two in one?”

His eyes widen at your question. You must have really been locked away for a while if you don’t know basic slang. “It just means combining two things into one. So double the benefits for one thing.”

You nod your head at his answer, “Okay I think I got it!”

He laughs at your determination. You really are cute. He leads you inside and winces once he turns on the light. If he knew he was having a guest over he would have cleaned.

The mess doesn’t seem to bother you though. You walk past him and look around. You see weapons lying around, stuff hanging on the wall, and a picture frame of a lady on his desk. This is all so cool! Having a place to yourself must be really nice.

You are so giddy walking around you don’t think about how some spots are a tight space. You spin around to look at different things on the wall you don’t even notice your wing hit something leaning against his desk. It made a loud thud and you jump back. You turn around to see you knocked a different sword to the ground.

You look at Dante terrified and start to freak out while apologizing, “Oh my gosh I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to knock it over. I was just so excited to look at everything I didn’t notice my surroundings. I am so sorry, I didn’t break it did I?”

Dante just laughs and it stresses you out more. Seeing that you’re actually serious he stops laughing and goes to pick up the sword.

“Sweetheart if a sword would break that easily there is definitely no way I’d keep it. So no it’s not broken and it’s alright. Plus I knock stuff over all the time when I’m in my devil trigger so don’t worry.”

“Wait you’re part demon?”

Oh shit he didn’t realize what he said until you are clarifying again. “Yeah. My dad is Sparda and my mom was human so boom. Part demon part human. I can transform into a demon form, I don’t do it too often though.”

“That’s so cool! We are opposites, but I feel so comfortable with you. It feels so right being by your side even though we just met!” You excitedly say. “Oh um by the way what’s your name?”

Damn you two really know some interesting facts about one another before even exchanging names.

“My name is Dante.” He holds out his hand towards you. You take it and shake his hand while telling him your name.

“A pretty name for a pretty girl.”

You blush at his compliment and look away from him again. “Your name is really pretty too, and you are too.” You mumble out the last part of the compliment though. Not having the confidence he has to openly say stuff like that.

He smiles even though you both know you can’t see it since you’re choosing to look away. “Thank you.”

It’s silent for a bit until Dante breaks the silence calling for you to look at him. “Wanna take a shower and head to bed? You must be tired and want to sleep.”

“Oh sure!” Dante leads you to his bathroom and starts the shower for you. He places towels and a pair of clothes to change into. “So I know I’m bigger than you but I don’t know if my shirts will be comfortable for your wings. If we need to cut the back when you’re done we can do that. I have plenty of old shirts we can cut up.”

Dante is really thoughtful you thought to yourself. You didn’t even think about all these details when he took you back here. You were just happy to finally live your life how you wanted to.

“That’s really sweet of you Dante, thank you. If we do have to cut them it hopefully shouldn’t be too big.”

He just nods at your answer, “Take as much time as you need to wash up. There’s no rush.” He then walks out of the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

You step out of your dress and take off your white strips off your face. You look at the scars under them and run your fingers softly over them. It hurts remembering your past but thinking about your future is actually fun now. You can do anything you want now. You can look forward to the rest of your life instead of wishing the next day would be your last.

You quickly then hop into the shower and wash yourself off. Dante’s soap smells so good. The smell is comforting to you. He really is your night in a shining leather jacket and you wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

You don’t take too long of a shower because you want to sleep. You did make sure to wash yourself super good to make sure everything is clean and neat again. You turn off the shower and step out to grab the towels Dante left out.

You wrap your hair in one then dry your body off. Once your body is dry you move to your wings. You delicately dry them to make sure not to hurt yourself. When your wings are all dry you slip on Dante’s old clothes.

It’s a black long sleeve shirt, black boxers and gray sweatpants. Each thing is a bit big on you but you don’t mind. But your wings are a little crammed. You wait to ask Dante for help because you want to put your white strips back on. You’re not ready to show him your scars so you quickly put them on then let down the towel that tied your hair up. You towel dry your hair the best you can or at least until your arms are tired.

When you finished that you open the bathroom door and walk out into his bedroom. You see that he’s sitting on his bed and you call out to him, “Dante?”

He looks over at you and smiles, “Feel better?”

“Yeah but could you cut the back for my wings? They’re a bit uncomfortable.”

Dante gets up and goes to the nightstand by his bed. He pulls out the bottom drawer and grabs a pair of scissors. He walks over to you and spins you around so your back is facing him.

He starts by your shoulder blade then cuts down most of the shirt. He finishes cutting the shirt and throws the scissors off to the side. “Do you mind if I touch your wings? I want to help you get them out of the shirt.”

“Yeah go ahead.” You brace for the feeling of his warm hands on your wings. You don’t know how you’re going to handle it.

Dante lightly touches your wings and guides them out each hole making sure they can move freely. He reaches for the scissors again and cuts some more so they have a bit more movement. He taps your shoulder and says “All done.”

His touch was so soft and careful. You’ve never had someone touch your wings like that before. You want to savor that feeling but you know right now you can’t. Maybe another day when you two are closer you can ask him to touch them again. But you’ll have to wait till that day.

“Thank you and I mean for everything tonight. You really are a great person.” You say while turning around to face him. Once you’re facing him you give him a light smile.

He smiles back down at you, “No problem, I’m just happy I can help you. Let’s call it a night though. Take my bed and I’ll sleep on the couch, and no arguments about that. Tomorrow I’ll take you out to look at the town and have you eat at some of my favorite spots.”

He didn’t know your eyes could glimmer anymore than they did now. You look so happy and excited. Dante promises to himself that he will always make you look like that from now on.

“Yay! Sounds like so much fun, I can’t wait.”

He laughs and starts to walk out of his room. He pats you on the head when he walks by, “Goodnight and sleep well.”

“Goodnight Dante. May sweet dreams come for you tonight.”

Dante is then shutting the door as he leaves again. Your heart races with excitement. You can’t wait for tomorrow and to get closer to him. It feels like fate is finally in your favor. Dante might be part demon but he is your angel.

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readingfictionnothingelse · 5 months ago

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literally everything being said at trump’s inauguration:

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readingfictionnothingelse · 5 months ago

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just as a general reminder

learn how to fact-check for yourself, cause soon enough, most online sources won't be reliable

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readingfictionnothingelse · 5 months ago

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So many people are finding screenshots of celebrities allegedly doing a 'nazi salute,' to try and discredit what people have been saying about Elon Musk.

My favourite most recently has been a picture of Sabrina Carpenter which can easily be discredited.

This is the picture:

And this is the video:

Yep, it's just a young woman waving to her fans.

And this is why when you ask any of them who post the screenshots for a video, they refuse to add it in. Because they know the video is of somebody doing something very normal.

We are so absolutely screwed.

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readingfictionnothingelse · 6 months ago

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This is so true he made the mess and is trying to act like he didn’t shit the bed. 🙄 I didn’t us tiktok but a lot of interesting conversations started on the app.

so when trump takes office on monday and “saves tiktok” with a 90 day extension on the tiktok ban decision, then during that period mark zuckerberg “suddenly” decided to buy tiktok and have meta absorb it, then what.

trump created this problem when he introduced the tiktok ban in his first term and he’s going to take credit for “solving” it now. the tiktok ceo made a video thanking trump for “understanding the app” then the error message says we are grateful to trump for working with us on this ?? AND he’s invited to sit front row at the inauguration??? oh also new facebook/tiktok integrations popping up today ???

trump’s dick is in the tiktok ceo’s mouth the deal is already done

#tiktok #tiktok ban #tiktok refugee

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readingfictionnothingelse · 1 year ago

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Put It On My Tab: Chapter 8

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader

Tag: @vbecker10 @wordsfromshona @harlequin-hangout @harpy-space @tild3ath @gone-batty-fics @princessbl0ss0m @dakotali

Warning: Epiphanies, violence, crime fighting, and staffing issues

Summary:

Everyone deserves time off, and the vigilantes of Gotham are no exception to the rule. The boys decide to take a weekend to let loose. Who knew a few drinks would lead to a stranger in bed?

Author Note:

Sorry about the delay, I wasn't sure on where to go with the story for some time, and health problems started popping up more and more. Things are still hectic, but hopefully manageable.

Personal matters aside, I hope you all continue to enjoy. Thank you for all your support always.

A big shout-out to my friend who is a manager of a facility much like Citlalli. How you handle the various incidents that you do with such grace is inspiring.

A huge thank you and shout out to @harlequin-hangout for the amazing banners you made for me.

If you’re new to the story, here is a link to the other parts:

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

It was moments like these that reminded him of the benefits of wearing his red helmet. The contents of his head remained intact and inside his skull at all times..

Holy shit, she was the barista at the counter! Red Hood quickly got back up onto his feet, bobbing to dodge a hook before grabbing the bigger guy's sleeve, yanking the guy forward to grab his head. A sickening crunch followed by a cry of pain was satisfaction to the vigilante’s ears. The lumbering giant fell to his knees, holding his face. “It wasn’t that bad,” he scoffed, waiting for his opponent to get back up. The clang of metal was all he heard before watching the crook fall face-first into the pavement. “Now that, that would be pretty bad.” He shrugged, looking up at Nightwing. “You know I had him, right?”

“Is that what you call being plowed into a brick wall? I swear, the lingo of the youth these days.” The elder Robin ran a gloved hand through his hair, looking down at the unconscious bodies littered around. “Two, four, I think that’s all of them.” He nudged his foot into the one on his right, watching the body roll over.

“Looks like it. Now we just gotta wrap ‘em up and drop ‘em off for the cops.” Red Hood motioned towards the street with his head. “I guess today wasn’t a total waste.” He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. Dammit, I can’t believe I didn’t notice it sooner! This could’ve all been nicely packed and solved, stupid, stupid, stupid! He berated himself as they dragged the culprits to one of the nearby working lamp posts, tying them up. Clearly finding some Jane Doe of Gotham was not as easy as he thought, especially when he looked right at her and failed to realize it. His pride as a detective was bruised to a point that he was not sure if it would ever be restored. No way in hell I’m telling Grayson about that, I’ll really never hear the end of it. He glared at the guy with the broken nose. Once again, he was grateful that he wore a red helmet instead of a domino mask. His red cheeks and peeved expression was hidden to all except for himself as the two wrapped up for the evening.

Y/N lay crumpled and slouched on the old sofa of their apartment, exhausted and defeated. How many weeks had it been since all this started? How many more were left? She had just paid the first installment of the bill, a glorious moment, until she saw the damage to her bank account.

Life’s not fair, I get it, but this is cruel and unusual! She sighed for the umpteenth time, sinking into the old cushions a little deeper. He had to have noticed her, there was no way her attempts at anonymity were successful. Not to mention, he literally caught me falling! Ah, then there’s the stroke of genius Cici had. Really, a victim of Joker laughing gas? Now he’s really going to think I’m insane and refuse to pay! Then again, maybe he’ll pity me enough and actually pay? He did leave a sizable tip between the two of us. She forced herself to sit up straight and crossed her legs.

“No, get it together! You need to talk to him and explain the situation. I’m sure we can come to a reasonable conclusion through proper discourse! We’re both adults, and he clearly has a savior/hero complex because he did help me at the bar. I’m sure he can be reasoned with when he’s not inebriated or asking a billion questions.” She nodded to herself. “The real issue is how do I find him and prove I’m not some nut case?” Her pursed lips slid side to side as she tried to figure out a method to meet up with him again.

Citlalli had suggested she just turn up at Wayne manor or Wayne Enterprises. It was a tempting option, but with her luck, Y/N had a feeling she was going to be labeled as the new arm candy of the billionaire playboy and that was nothing but trouble. The last thing either of them needed was a horde of paparazzi hounding them or breaking into their rickety apartment and potentially breaking whatever they got their hands on.

Was Bruce Wayne handsome? Yes, there was no denying that. But handsome hardly scratched the “worth it” surface. Just look at where she was stuck now thanks to one of his adopted children. No, good looks did not make things worth it, like Citlalli always said. It only made matters worse. “And triple-y so when a Wayne was involved.” She muttered. “What if he never returns to the coffee shop? It’s been a whole month since then and nada!” She threw her hands up in frustration and slouched on the couch once more. “Doesn’t help that Arkham_Knight has been MIA, too! None of the quests are as fun without him. But he did say he’s going to be out of town or something about no gaming access. I wonder if kicking Wonder Boy’s butt is still on the table if he knew who he was.” It was so very tempting to just give in to the siren call, but she knew better than that. For starters, it would ruin the dynamic between the two of them and one or both of them would end up in jail for attacking a trust fund kid like him.

Her thoughts were broken by the clatter of her phone vibrating on the coffee table. Grabbing the device, she hit the green button on the outdated device. “Hey Cici, what’s up?”

“Hey chica, where are you right now?”

“At the apartment, sprouting on the couch like a potato, why?”

“Can you help me out, pretty please?” Y/N could hear the batting of her lashes through the phone.

“Hmmm, I dunno, I do have a pretty tight schedule between germination, wallowing in my financial crater, and staring out into the darkness.” Y/N tucked the phone between her shoulder and ear as she made her way into the kitchen. “What’s up?”

“Oh, woe is you, so busy.” Citlalli scoffed. “Anyway, I really need your help! I just got word that Ryan had asked Stacy to cover his shift and she agreed. Neither of them confirmed that he would be taking up her shift today, and he's saying that he asked her but never agreed to pick up from her. Yes, it's stupid, and I’m going to have to sit these over privileged brats down and explain to them how swapping shifts work again. But, that's not the point! I need someone in today and I thought you may want to pick up some hours to save up faster. Are you able to?”

“Yeah, ok, I’ll head in. Thanks for the chance, I really appreciate it. You don’t worry your little curly head about this and just enjoy the weekend away with your family. Send me any open shifts, and I’ll cover where I can, cool?”

“Miha, you’re a lifesaver! Thank you so much!” Citllali quickly dissolved into heaps of praises and prayers in Spanish out of sheer relief before she finally hung up the call and texted the information.

Another Saturday night shift left unmanned because why would they honor the hours they said they'd work? Not like I can complain though, I’m hitting overtime now and that means more money for me to get these payments over with. She made her way down the narrow hallway to her bedroom, quickly getting changed into a simple black tee and jeans, with the café apron tucked away into her backpack as she locked up behind herself.

The shift had started out busy, the store filled with students and professionals burning the night oil fueled by caffeine and pastries. But as the hours slowly ticked by, the number of in-store customers dwindled down alongside the drive-thru patrons. The moon was now up in place of the sun, and no one really dared to be out too late in this part of Gotham. Only the foolish and desperate, like herself, remained at work because the company insisted on a 24-hour shop to help spruce the town.

Did she want to be out here at night? No. Was being at home in the apartment alone any better? No. At least there was surveillance here. Any trouble that could happen would be recording, and she would be safe, sort of. Shrugging off self-preservation, Y/N began to sweep the floors to pass the time. It was better than standing at the counter waiting for no one to come in. It was another dead night, nothing serious was going to happen.

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In the Bleak Midwinter

SYNOPSIS: You always knew Tommy as the cheerful boy who took care of you. He always knew you as the smart girl that he visited by the docks. The daughter of a prostitute, the son of a deadbeat father; a soldier who protected his country; a whore who protected him; a gangster who controlled Brimingham; and now, a wife. War changes people, you just didn't realize that war could change you both. (angst, abuse, canon-typical themes, death, war, MDNI, mature themes) AN: Don’t look at the comments / reblogs if you don’t want spoilers!! But please discuss what you think once you’re done reading 🤍

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“So fucking close…” he whispers to himself, inhaling. He turns around and looks up, maybe he could conjure you right now. One last time before he died. “Oh and there’s a woman…a woman who I love and I got close. Nearly got fucking everything!” he shouts. “Oh, what the fuck. Get it done, boys,” he tells them. He kneels before the man.

“In the bleak midwinter…” Tommy says to himself, voice raspy and tired. “In the bleak midwinter…” he whispers to himself, his body shaking. He didn’t know where he was. He just knew that he was going to get killed today. The hole on the ground is where he’ll be buried and he never got the chance to be with you. “In the bleak…in—“

He couldn’t die today. Dread fills his body. You were still at the tracks with Simon. This wasn’t a part of the plan. He was supposed to kill Simon. He was supposed to have fun while doing it while you sat, unaware with Alfie Solomons in the private room. Sweat trickles on his face, and he closes his eyes. The blood on his forehead had dried up and his heart was beating wildly in his chest. He couldn’t believe that the last thing he ever did on this fucking ground was smoke a cigarette. So close. So close…so fucking close.

The sound of a gun going off echoes in the vast field and he finds himself inside the hole. He stays there, appalled.

“Get out of the grave, tinker! Be on your fucking way!”

He stumbles out, unbalanced. Shock was still inside his body. He trips and lands on his face, his palms on the wet ground and he screams. So fucking close. He shakes his head, standing up and sobbing as he did so, on the way home…on the way to you.

He pours himself a glass of Irish whisky. He’s got some ideas for the future of the company…and also, he’s planning on getting something.

In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, earth stood hard as iron…

BIRMINGHAM, 1922

Tommy couldn’t believe his fucking luck. How many times does he have to wait for things to finally fucking settle? How many more years should he wait for you? He didn’t mind—how could he ever mind when it came to you?

He couldn’t forget the relief that washed over him when Alfie called him to say that the job’s been done. He was supposed to get the locket in his office and go to the tracks but Alfie stopped him.

“Y/N killed Simon Coventry,” Alfie said. “Shot him dead like…mush, bone, mush. Saw her checking for his heartbeat after. I told her not to cry over spilled milk,” he snickers. “Do you get it, mate? Spilled milk?”

He tells Tommy about how shaken you were after the police investigation…how you kept it to yourself until the last officer went out. You were wailing and stuttering ‘he’s dead’ over and over. Alfie told him that he will get one of his men to send the gun to his office for safekeeping. Tommy knew that he should give you some time but he couldn’t wait anymore. He knew that you sold your London mansion and lived in Birmingham now. He knew that you bought the mansion with the garden; the one where you both used to frequent in as kids. He knew that all because he had some of the Blinders guard the property from afar. He knew that all because he passed by the house to get a glimpse of you but the house was quiet, eerie, and lacked life. Polly nor Ada couldn’t get in yet. It all happened too much…too fast…in a span of years, to have Simon dead at the sound of a gun was shocking.

It’s been a year and he couldn’t believe he waited that long to come visit you when he knows you the most. He shakes with anticipation everyday. He was looking forward to seeing you last year, to finally telling you all about his love for you. Maybe it was him who needed you more because you made your own world without him, but he couldn’t give a fuck anymore. You’ve both been apart for what felt like decades and he will burn the world if he’s apart from you for a day more.

It was raining and he drove to your house in his black car. The mansion with a garden. How foolish you both were when you dreamed those dreams. Life was never that easy. Blood was shed, lives were taken for his ambition. It didn’t matter right now. Not in this second. The rain just gets stronger. He forgot his umbrella but it didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered right now. He could see your figure from the back of the house looking through the French windows of your new home. Funny, you both got what you wanted. He got the Arrow House and you had this manor but they were both so fucking lifeless. He imagined a different house. He imagined a house with kids, with you during the war. He was looking at you and frowned when he saw you leave. Should he knock at the door? Should he just go back? Did you even want to see him?

Drops of rain wet his coat and he removed his Peaky hat, tossing it away to fix his hair. He should’ve gotten an umbrella. His shoes slosh with every step and the chill eats away his bones but he will be warm soon.

Thunder wakes the Birmingham sky and he sees you…a few metres away from him in your dress.

“Tommy!” you called, an umbrella in your hand. You rushed towards him to give him shelter from the rain. The mud from the grass made your bare feet wet but you didn’t care. Tommy was here…he was finally here. He meets you halfway, underneath your black umbrella. He smiles, chest against yours.

“We can’t fit,” he chuckled, a glimmer of the youth that you used to see in his eyes appearing. “Y/N,”

“Tommy,” you replied, a bashful smile on your face. “Let’s go inside,” you tell him but he holds your arm to keep you from leaving. “Tom?”

“I’m sorry,” he says, his hand coming up to touch your face but he wasn’t sure. Was it alright to touch you now? “I—I,” he tries to think of words to say, every single emotion getting trapped in his throat. He coughs, shaking his head. “I miss you,”

A single tear trails down your cheek and you wipe it away.

“Looks like the world is finally quiet,” you replied, smiling at him. “I’ve missed you too, Tom,” you chuckled, laying your head on his chest. “I’ve missed you so, so, so much,”

He nods, wrapping his arms around you. You look at him again, a small smile on your face.

“Did you know that…that—“ he coughs. Fuck.

“Tommy?”

“I’ve always thought of ways to tell you this back in the war and I just—I guess the delays and everything and fuck, love. I’ve loved you since we played with your toy horses outside the brothel,” he breathes out. “And I’m sorry, so, so fucking sorry that it took me so long to tell you. That you had to go through all that because you thought that I didn’t love you when I did. I’ve loved you since then and I still love you now. I love you and I just hope that I’m not too late because God, Y/N. You were the one who saved me..who protected me all these years and I can’t lose you again,” he tells you, his hands cradling your face. “I thought…I thought I was going to die when Sabini’s men took me, Y/N and all I could think of was you. How were you? Were you free? You were the only one in my head. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I love you, Y/N. I love you so, so much,” he adds tenderly, his forehead against yours. You were smiling at him, tears streaming down your face. Tommy loves you. Tommy loves you.

“I love you too, Tommy,” you whispered. “I’ve loved you all this time. I can’t believe we’re finally here,” you smiled at him. Tommy throws away the umbrella in your hand. He takes your chin with his fingers gently. Tommy could feel his heart beat faster and faster. He knew that if he'd kiss you now, he’d dream of your beautiful face and soft lips forever. With bated breath, he takes in your expressions, trying to look for any signs of doubt but he couldn’t see it. Is this how it’s like to kiss the face of an angel? He licks his lips and then…and then, he kisses you. He was reborn. His reincarnation was complete. Earthly lifetimes before this had nothing on the life that he will build with you. He loves you. You love him. Tommy kisses you with years of passion and tenderness in his heart. The crease on his brows melts away and your whimpering sounded like God whispering to his ear. Nevermind the rain, nevermind everything. You were here and so was he.

Tommy’s been staying over at your house ever since you professed your love for each other. He’d leave in the morning to attend to some business and then come back in the afternoon, shedding layers of today’s work into your arms.

“How are you so beautiful?” he asks in hushed tones. His finger trails down your cheek gently. “I love you,”

“Tommy,” you chuckled. “You’ve been showering me with praise.”

“I’ve been waiting all my life to say these things to you, love. I’ll make up for those lost years everyday.”

“I love you, Tommy,” you told him, rising from your position to kiss his cheek. “I don’t think I can love anyone else as much as I love you,”

“Pol knows about us,” he whispers. “I think John and Arthur are wondering where I’m always off to because they never see me home,”

“Nothing escapes past her,” you told him. “I miss her…I still can’t believe she intercepted those letters. I don’t know…I can’t hold a grudge against her but I can’t…”

“It’s alright. I understand,” he replied. “Took me a while to get over it too because…because if she didn’t, we’d have all of this earlier,”

“Why didn’t you tell me that you loved me before?”

“I wanted to tell you before I left but I can’t make you wait for me that long. I knew I was coming back to you but what if I couldn’t?” he asked. He holds your body closer to him. The hushed tones that you spoke in made the bedroom so homey, comfortable, and nice. His chin falls on the top of your head. “Why didn’t you tell me that you loved me?”

“I didn’t want you to love me,” you told him. “I was a prostitute, Tom and I…I don’t want to love you when I can’t give you all of me,” you whispered.

“It wouldn’t have mattered. I would have done something to make sure that you wouldn’t have to do any of that.” he said. He takes your fingers into his, weaving his with yours.

“Are you off to see Y/N again?” Polly asked, sipping on her tea while she watched her nephew fix his coat. Tommy patted himself down, making sure that everything was in place.

“Of course, Pol,” he smiles. “Off to see my woman,”

“Can…can you tell her that she’s invited for Sunday’s dinner?” Polly asked, wiping her worries away by rubbing her hands. “I’ve missed her. The family misses her,”

“I’ll try to,” Tommy replied. “But don’t expect anything, Pol,”

“Of course,” she replied. Her lips pursed together. “I wanted to tell her about…how sorry I am for the things I’ve done. It should have been your decision to stay in touch and not mine, no matter how much I justify it. I—I feel as though it was my fault for putting her through all of that, Tom,”

“Thank you, Pol,” Tommy nodded.

“What has she been up to these days?” she asked.

“Fixing her estate and her properties,” he replied. “She’s been mostly cooped inside the house,” Polly only nods to herself, unsure of what to say. Tommy leaves with a click of his tongue.

When he arrived at your house, you were in your office, sorting through some of the documents Simon left you. You look up at him from where you were sitting with a smile and he takes that as a sign to come closer. He kisses your shoulder lightly before reading over the documents.

“You want to rest?” he asked, voice husky. He puts his hands on your shoulders and massages you gently.

“Thanks, Tommy,”

“Polly’s inviting you to come to Sunday’s dinner,” he says. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to nor do you have to answer now. Ada’s gonna be there along with Karl. John and the kids…Arthur and Finn. Pol and then, me,”

Tommy kisses the top of your head, watching you sort through the papers.

“Can I…can I think about it?” you asked him. You could see how important it is to him but you couldn’t agree just because he’s Tommy. It didn’t work that way anymore. He hums, satisfied with your reply before sitting on the chair adjacent to the table.

“Anything I can do to help?” he asked.

“Just…some of his unsettled accounts,” you sighed. “I want them paid to avoid issues,” you told him. He takes a document and reads it over. Oh. “I want to start a foundation for children or at least, fund an orphanage and a school,”

“Do it,” he tells you. “Simon has left a considerable amount of properties to last generations.”

“What time should I go to Arrow House for Sunday’s dinner?” you asked. Tommy halts and looks at you with a grateful smile.

“I’ll come get you,” he says, kissing your cheek. “Thank you. I know it’s not easy,” he tells you. You only nod, if Tommy can look at you like that again, then a thousand awkward dinners don’t mean a thing.

Sunday comes and you stand at the door of Arrow House with his hand on your back. He could see you fumble nervously. You almost looked shy. An amused smile graces his face. Why would you be so shy when you’ve told John off multiple times? You helped raise Finn. Ada basically considers you as a sister. You were the only person that Arthur respects. Polly thinks of you as her daughter.

“Are you ready?” he asks, his raspy voice coating you like honey. You nod and he chuckles, opening the door to his mansion.

The Shelbys were everywhere. Ada was running after Karl and John’s kids. Arthur was laughing at something that John probably said. Polly was nowhere to be found, probably fussing in the kitchen.

“See? It’s like you never left,” he comforts you. He knows better than to have the attention all on you so he tries to slip past everyone without being noticed. Still, your arrival was much awaited and soon enough, you were engulfed in strong arms.

“Y/N!” John greets, hugging you tighter. “Oh, everyone! Y/N’s here!” he announces and you chuckle.

“John…” Tommy warns but before his little brother can let you go, Arthur slings an arm around your shoulder.

“How are you, dove?” he asked.

“I’ve been well,” you replied. Ada comes next, shooing her brothers away to have you all to herself.

“Y/N. It’s been so long since we last saw each other. You loom as radiant as ever! I hope my idiot brother’s treating you well, hm?” she asked, pointedly looking at an amused Tommy who was leaning by the fireplace. “Seriously, how are you? Are you doing well?” she asks in a more serious tone.

“I am,” you replied. “Sorry it took me a year to recover,” you replied.

“We understand, Y/N. We could’ve waited longer but Tommy here couldn’t. He was so fidgety!” she chuckled. “Basically pissed on everyone for a whole year! He almost got in a brawl with Arthur. That’s how miserable Tommy was but then again, you’ve never really seen Tommy being aggressive,”

“I haven’t,” you replied. Honestly, you were so glad that Tommy kept his gang and violence from you. You’ve never seen him land a punch even though you knew that he slept beside a gun.

“Thank you for coming, though,” Ada says. “We all missed you and we wanted to come visit you but Tommy warned us to give you time and space until you’re ready after what happened,”

“You know that I’m always happy to be here. Everything was just too much at so little time, Ada,” you replied. “I’m sorry if I ever made it seem like I didn’t want you to be with me when I moved back here. I needed room to grow and heal,”

“You don’t have to apologise, Y/N. In any case, I actually feel quite guilty for the things that I allowed myself to put you through. All of us played a part in your marriage with Simon Coventry. I just…if you’re being forced or if there’s an inkling that you don’t want to be with Tommy—“

“Ada!” you laughed lightly. It puts a smile on her face. How long has it been since you laughed like that? “I’m alright. I love Tommy and I love your family. There’s not a day that I don’t want to see him. I’m always looking forward to his visits and when he can't, I still do the same anyway.” you told her.

“That’s great,” she smiled. “I’m happy for you, Y/N. Tommy’s really lucky,”

You were so engrossed with your conversation with Ada that you didn’t see Polly approaching. It was Ada who called Polly over. Tension settles on your spine; creeping up like ice. Your throat dries and Ada coughs.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” she says, smiling at you encouragingly before leaving. Polly walks towards you cautiously, scared that she’ll scare you. You smile at her tightly, your cheeks hurting from the control.

“I…” you sighed, looking away. “I know that you want what is best for me but you didn’t have to intercept the letters,” you started. “I know that we didn’t know when Tommy’s coming back…or if he’s coming back and you wanted me to take the opportunity to–”

“Y/N,” she stops you, a soft hand on your crossed arms. “You don’t have to defend me. I’m so sorry for what happened and for what I did. I had no right to do what I did. If it wasn’t for me, you’d be happy…you’d–” she chokes. “I’m so sorry, my love,” she whispers, a stray tear on her face. She tries to shake it off. “I’m really sorry. I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me someday,”

“But I forgive you, Pol,” you told her. “It was hard to do so and it’s harder to repair what we lost but you can’t blame yourself for the things that Simon did. We both didn’t know,” you told her. “Thank you for apologising and…thank you for always looking out for me,”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so, so, so sorry,” she cried. She could feel her throat tighten and her eyes glisten. You smiled at her. Maybe this was what you needed to finally close that part in your life.

The afternoon was filled with reunions and with warmth. A regular weekend at the Shelby’s, just like when you and Tommy were younger. Oh how you’ve missed them–how you’ve missed having a family.

The night was quiet at the Arrow House. Everybody left at the sight of nightfall, dimming laughter filling the halls. You and Tommy were at the drawing room in the second storey of his mansion, looking at the cars that left one by one. He wraps his arms around your shoulders, his chin on the crook of your neck. He breathes in and kisses what he could kiss.

“You alright?” he asked, pulling you closer.

“Very,” you told him. “Made me realise how much I missed having your family around…I miss having a family,”

“You are a part of us, you know that, right?” he asked.

“I know,” you replied, laying closer to him.

“You can be a part of us. A real Shelby,” he whispers. “Y/N, look at me,” he asks of you, removing his hands gently and turning your around.

“Tommy?”

“Did you know Polly told me that only love can blind a man as powerful as me?” he asked. “I realised that wasn’t the case. It was you all along, love. My love for you is secondary. You’re the one who makes me weak, who makes me blind. I love you so much. I’ll burn the world if it means that you’re safe, you’re with me, and you’re happy. Y/N, do you want to be a Shelby?” he asked. He pulls out a ring from his bolster shakily. You’ve never seen him nervous. “I’ve held onto this for so long. This was the first thing I bought when I came back from war,” he says. The gold ring with a single diamond glimmers. “I thought of getting you something else…a bigger diamond, maybe but material things don’t matter to me anymore. The only thing I can promise is my love, my loyalty. I am the only thing I can promise you. I’m quite scared because if you’ll marry me, you’ll marry a man and you will marry a curse. I can’t…I can’t go on like this anymore. I can’t go on without you anymore. It’s selfish, I know but will you marry me, Y/N?” he asked. You stood there, dumbfounded.

“Tommy–of course, I’ll marry you,” you replied, tears streaming down your face. “I’ve loved you for so long,” you chuckled, extending your hand towards his equally shaky ones. He puts the ring on your ring finger. It has always belonged to you. “I’ll marry you right now. Oh, Tom,” you cried, kissing him feverishly. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer. Is this life even real?

“Let’s go to my bedroom,” he rasps and you nod. He holds your hand with his gentle ones and sits you on the bed. He smiles at you in the dimming light of his bedroom. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. He was afraid to see you disappear if he was too loud. “So beautiful for me,” he says, tucking a stray hair and kissing the spot under your ear. You hum, fishing for the buttons of his shirt and he chuckles, forcefully removing it from himself.

“Tom,” you whispered, unbuttoning your dress. He nods, leaning on the headboard and letting you straddle him. The softness of your skin against his was sending him over the edge but he chooses to control himself. He lets your dress and brassiere fall on your shoulders, your breasts bare to him. He angles himself, taking a nipple in his mouth and licking it softly. You whimpered, the feeling of his mouth on one of the most sensitive parts of your body was something that you never thought was going to happen.

“Is it alright if I bite?” he asked and you nodded. “Say it. Come on, love,”

“Do whatever you want to me, Tommy,” you mewled, hands massaging your silky breasts while he sucks on your nipple.

“Fuck, love,” He groans at your response, bucking his hips unexpectedly. “The things you do to a man, Y/N. The things you do to me,” his hands travel on your sides, goosebumps appearing from the softness of his touch. Tommy cups your heat through your underwear. “Remove your dress for me,”

You nod, the cold hitting you all at once when you raised yourself from him. He watches the fabric flow so softly until you are left with nothing but your underwear.

“Remove that too,” he says, and you nodded. “You’re so obedient, Y/N,” he praises. “May I?” he asked and you nodded, a thick finger dipping in your wetness. You both moaned at the contact before he removed it slowly. You watched as he brought his finger up to his mouth, making a show of licking you off of him. “You’re so sweet,”

“Tommy,” you whimpered. “Don’t tease me,”

“Alright, alright,” he replied. You remove yourself from him, laying down on the bed with your legs spread wide. He can see your pussy glisten and he curses himself, removing his pants hastily before joining you. “Spit,” he orders you, his hand waiting expectedly by your mouth. You obliged and watched him jerk himself off. “Tell me what you want, Y/N,” he says.

“Tommy–”

“Please,” he begs. “I’ll do it. I’ll fucking do it,”

“I want you to make love to me, Tommy,” you whimpered. “Please show me how much you love me,”

“Oh, love,” he groans. Tommy comes towards you, so close, so warm. His hands found your knees and he caressed your knees. “You're so beautiful, darling,”

“Tom,” you mewled. His prying fingers found your heat. He cups your mound and then parts your folds, rubbing them up and down. He smiles at you, leaning over your figure until his nose brushes yours.

“Hey,” he tells you. He watches you closely and he wonders why he never had the courage to tell you how much he loved you earlier. The curve of your lips, the lashes on your eyes…he wanted to memorise every part of you and commemorate it. He leans down, his mouth on your mouth, kissing you so slowly. This is love, you thought. Tommy nudges your legs wider apart, his tip pressing into your wetness. “Fuck, love,” he rasps, rutting into your more roughly.

“I need you inside me, Tom,” you breathed. He nods, aligning himself on your wet slit. He feels the anticipation run through his veins. He never would have even dreamed of this. In a slow stroke, Tommy’s cock finds its way inside easily; years of longing, passion, and pent-up emotions seeping through your pores.

“You’re, ugh—“ he groans. Fuck. “Don’t fucking move yet. I’ll—“

“Tom—“ you mewled, grinding on his pelvis in circles. You felt full; you felt complete.

“Love, please,” he begs. “Let me…let me savour this. Want this to last,” He feels your body relax and he sighs. Really, if he decided to move now, he’s only going to embarrass himself. He curses to himself, ashamed that he had to pull himself back a little bit. “I’m going to move, yeah?” he asked and you could only nod. Tommy leans his figure over yours, his lips landing on your nipple. He licks on it lightly as he adjusts himself. He pulls out slowly, before going back in slowly.

You both moan in unison. Tommy continues his movements while he sucked on your nipple. Your hands find their way to his hair, pulling it softly.

“I love you, Tom,” you whimpered,feeling his cock rubbing inside. “I love you so much,”

“Mmm,” he only hums, his attention on your other nipple now. Your fingers find their way onto your clitoris and you rub circles on it while Tommy fucks you deeper. “Fuck,” he groans, breaking away from the comfort of your arms and leaning back. He removes your hand and raises one of your legs. You watched as Tommy fucks you faster, but now it was deeper and you felt more full because of your new position. “Oh, fuck,” he rasps, his thumb coming in contact with your clit.

“Tommy,” you moaned when you felt his rough thumb rubbing circles. “Fuck, I—“

“It’s alright, darling. I will take —good—care—of—you,” he said, thrusting harder into you to make his point. “You won’t have to worry about anything anymore. You have me…your Tommy,”

“My Tommy,” you whispered, as if it was a new concept when Tommy knew that he belonged to you from the very start. Still, hearing the words come from your mouth excites him.

“Say it again,”

“My Tommy,” you repeated. “Fuck, Tommy,” you mewled, pinching your nipples together.

“Fuck, you want me to fuck babies into you?” he asked, quickening his pace.

“Yes, Tommy, please!” you whimpered. “Going to make you a daddy,”

“I’m going to make love to you everyday and cum inside your pretty pussy, yeah?” he rasps, his cock fucking your wet pussy harder. “Oh fuck,”

The lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin, your wetness welcoming him with every thrust fills the room. You were both high, moans and grunts filling every crevice of the room. Tommy fucks you sloppier while your fingers play with your clit.

“I’m close, ugh—Tommy,” you grunted. “Tom, Tom, Tommy,”

“Let go, love,” he whimpered. “Go on,”

His words fuelled you and you released a high pitched moan as he felt your walls clench around him. The feeling of your pussy milking him sends him into overdrive and you feel it. You felt his warm cum coating your walls.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he moans, thrusting his hips into you even more to chase his orgasm. “I love you. I fucking love you,” he rasps, collapsing into you.

“I love you, Tommy,” you replied, playing with the soft tendrils of his hair. He lays there, unmoving, his softening cock still inside you.

“Let’s stay like this forever,” he says, kissing your breast.

“Alright,”

“Now, you’ve seen me,”

“And you’ve seen me,”

BIRMINGHAM, 1925

“Tom!” you shrieked, looking at the muddy footprints that stained your white carpet. Over the last few years, you both decided that it would be best to stay at your place instead of the Arrow House. You both agreed that it was too dark and too lonely. It was so unlike the lush gardens, the water fountain, and the scurrying feet of the maids in your house. Besides, Tommy liked it here better. It was brighter, happier, and his nephews and nieces loved to visit.

“Oh no,” he hears a child say. “Oh, no, no, no,”

“Shh,” he crouches down to her height. “If we’re quiet, mum won’t see us,”

“Thomas Shelby! I told you to leave the boots outside whenever you’re out with the horses,”

“Dad—I don’t want to get mummy mad,” she whispers. “Let’s say sorry,”

Tommy looks at his daughter with wonder in his eyes. He never knew he’d love someone else as much as he loves you.

“Alright,” he nods, bracing himself. “Come on,”

His daughter holds his hands and gets out of the hiding place. She immediately cowers behind her father when she sees the hand on your hip.

“It was dad’s fault!” you heard her say, running towards you and hugging your legs. “Daddy did it!”

You frowned at Tommy but he could see the smile that dared to crack.

“Oh, bub. Where’s your loyalty to your old man, hmm?” he asked, a hand over his heart. “Darling, I must let you know that…” he trailed off kissing your cheek first. “Our daughter here is a natural,”

“Tommy…”

“I know, I know,” he soothed, massaging the crease between your eyebrows. “We’re sorry, right, bub?” he asked your little girl. She nodded, looking up at you. “Traitor,” Tommy whispers to himself before ruffling her hair.

“Just don’t do it again, alright?” you asked him.

BIRMINGHAM, 1913

“Do you think there’s a future where the two of us can be together?” Tommy asked. Upon seeing your panicked reaction, he coughs. “What I meant is…that we’ll still be like this,”

“Of course, we will,” you replied. “Only better…because by that time, we won’t have to worry about anything anymore because we’re together.”

“Really?”

“Of course, Tommy. You’re the most important person in my life. I don’t know what I’ll do if I lose you too,” you replied, looking at him, trying to look for his reaction. You looked away when you saw the ghost of a smile paint his features. He’s always been so handsome.

“You won’t,” he replied, taking your hand to make that promise. “You won’t ever lose me,” he tells you.

“I guess, I won’t.”

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