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Psycho (Gojo x Nurse!Reader part 3)

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Gojo's POV:

Dark. It was unnaturally dark and cloudy. Hmm... I sense a lot of cursed energy. There's a curse nearby. Must get rid of it, and head back home. Y/N must be worried. Wait... Y/N? Is she my girlfriend... or... my wife? Ah, must be the latter. In that case, we also have children, right?

I snap out of my train of thoughts and notice that the surroundings have changed. The sky melted into a snowy evening. Fuck! I don't have a jacket on! Surprisingly, the cold doesn't bother me too much. It's bearable. I look down at the snow beneath my feet and hear someone singing.

I immediately snap my head back up. Singing? That's unusual. I swear that's Y/N's voice. I started running towards the voice, only to be met with a hill. Just then, I hear someone screaming. Y/N!!

"Y/N! I'M COMING, STAY SAFE FOR ME! I'M CLIMBING UP THE HILL!"

I immediately start panicking as I hear nobody responding.

"FUCK! Y/N! I'M COMING!"

I climb up the hill as fast as possible and am met with the sight of a young woman's body, covered with blood. My brain tells me it's someone else, and I shouldn't care about them, but my heart tells me it's Y/N.

I run to her and lean down beside her.

"Y/N... Please.... Don't die on me... Fight it, please... I- I'm gonna try to heal you, alright?"

I watch as she slowly picks up her trembling hand to my face. I grab her hand at this act and start breaking down.

"Y/N... Don't leave me... You can fight it..."

"G-Gojo... san... I can't... Fight it... Anymore..."

Just then, someone else comes up the hill, knife in hand. I notice it however, and lean in to protect Y/N.

"N-No! You can't... I won't let you hurt Y/N!"

He just smirks in response, and then it hits me. Cursed Technique! He's gonna use his Cursed Technique!

"NO! DON'T YOU DARE! IF YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT USING IT, I SWEAR I'LL HUNT YOU DOWN FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!"

In that moment, however, I know that I can't help Y/N from this man. If I were to leave her here to fight the mystery man, his sidekick could pop out from behind and kill Y/N. But I just can't blame my instinct for trying to hit a Red on him and just blow him off from the face of the Earth. Wait, that's a brilliant idea! Hit a Red on him while staying in my place, protecting Y/N too!

Just as I was about to hit him, his grip on the knife tightened. A slash appeared on Y/N's chest, cutting her lungs, and stopping her breathing. I start yelling in fear, frustration, and helplessness.

"Y/N! Don't you die on me..."

She raises her hands weakly, grabs my head, and kisses me.

"G-Gojo san... I... love... you."

I watch her hands fall to her side, limp and devoid of energy.

"Y/N... You can't die like this... Stay awake... I want you to repeat those words repeatedly, until the day we both die! Please, Y/N!"

I suddenly flinch as I hear someone else, with a voice just like Y/N's. Wake up, it says. Wake up? What do you mean, wake up?

I open my eyes and see the hospital room, Y/N bending over and gently patting my face to wake me up.

"Gojo-san! Are you alright? What happened? Why were you crying?"

I sigh.

"Can you untie my hands for a minute?"

"Sure, but what's up?"

She unties my hands. I sigh in relief, rubbing my eyes, before hugging her unexpectedly.

"I-I had this really bad- Ah, forget it..."

I move back, giving her some space.

"J-Just forget what happened, alright? Don't tell anyone about this."

I turn around, staring at my hands. These hands, which killed millions of people just because I lost my friend, deserved to hold the cold, unresponsive body of Y/N, not the warm and cheery one.

Just then, someone hugs me from behind. I gasp in surprise and turn around to hit them away from me, only to be met with Y/N's face.

"You had a bad dream, didn't you? Don't worry, you can tell me."

I sigh at her comment.

"Fine, but I think you should tie me up again, in case I get too emotional and make you uneasy."

As she moves in to tie me back to the pole, I notice her small, delicate fingers. Why do I care about her so much? She's just my nurse.

She sits down in front of me, eager to hear my story. I tell her about the nightmare, her face eventually breaking into a grin.

"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere! I won't die from a cut like that!"

She raises her arm and flexes her small muscles. I smile at this. She and her small muscles won't be a match for me.

"Good, you'd better not." Because I might be falling for you.

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Aligned- Chapter Five.

Hello guys! I deliberately left this chapter on a cliff hanger, as the next instalment will sadly be the last! I can’t believe Aligned will be coming to an end!

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What is going on down at The Garrison?

Tommy fucking Shelby.          

You wished you had never seen him, never heard his voice again. You were doing so much better, thriving almost, before his presence came sauntering back into your life. Ever since you had seen him at The Garrison that evening, things had taken a turn for the worst. You couldn’t look at Jacob without fantasizing that it was Tommy in his place. You ached to feel the familiarity of his skin, etched with battle scars, underneath your fingers. His cold blue eyes that only ever used to hold warmth for you, his lips that only ever used to touch yours. You couldn’t bring yourself to feel the same about Jacob as you had done with Tommy, no matter how much you tried to force yourself too.

You had to keep reminding about how he had made you feel, when he had chosen Grace over you. The countless nights you had laid awake, critiquing every aspect of her, in a fruitless attempt to make you feel better. The truth was, you were nothing compared to her and Tommy knew that. That’s why he had chosen her, and left you discarded as if you had never meant nothing to him.

It had been a few days since you had last set foot in The Garrison, and you were so determined to continue avoiding the place. Those four walls held too many secrets, and painful memories that you had no desire to unearth and expose to the world. Ever since that evening, the sight of Tommys face dropping for a split second, when he realised just who Jacob was, kept on replaying in your mind. You couldn’t stop yourself from wondering, if that slight show of emotion, meant anything to him.

A phone call from Arthur changed everything.

“We need you down here tonight. See you at six” he had stated, putting the phone down before you even had a chance to argue back.

It had taken you all afternoon to prepare yourself for this evening. You had stressfully changed outfits several times, nothing seeming to fit your frame ‘just right’. You had eventually settled for a red dress, the hem stopping just short of your knees. It was slightly more low-cut than you were comfortable with, your hair loose and brushed to the side. You painted your lips a matching ruby shade, spraying a few pumps of perfume over your exposed skin. A quick glance at the clock on your dressing table, informed you that it was almost time to leave.

You turned to make your way towards your front door, jumping back slightly as you noticed Jacob leaning in the door frame. His eyes scanned over your appearance, a frown creasing his forehead.

“You didn’t tell me you were going out” he stated, his words heavy in the air. You swallowed softly, glancing down at your shoes for a brief second.

“They need me down there” you replied, grabbing your jacket from the arm of the chair. Jacob laughed bitterly, rolling his eyes at your words.

“You know, you haven’t been the fucking same since we went down there” he snapped, the harshness of his voice making you blink in surprise. Silence hung awkwardly in the air between you, for a few moments.

“You don’t even know me” you whispered softly, holding your head up to look him in the eye.

“You’re right. I don’t” Jacob stood back from the doorway, his eyes not leaving yours.

“If you leave here now, you won’t ever see me again. You’re choice”.

“That isn’t much of a threat” you stated, refusing to meet his eyes as you walked past him. Your hand rested briefly upon the door handle, as you paused for a second, before pushing open the door and walking into the early evening.

“Good bye Jacob”.

You pulled the jacket over your shoulders, as you walked down your front door step and onto the streets of Small Heath. It had felt good to say those words, the finality of them making you feel happier than it should have done.

You felt free.

The last few rays of the afternoon sun drenched your exposed skin, leaving a pale pink tint upon your milky white flesh. The clouds where a threatening shade of grey. It was colder than you had anticipated, your breath coming out in ghost-like clouds, as you made your way down the narrow streets. Your arms brushed against others, as you pushed through the remains of the afternoon crowds.

You paid no attention to how long the journey took you, knowing the route like lines on the palm of your hand. Before you knew it, you where stood looking up at The Garrisons weather-worn sign. The dark green paint had flicked off in places, leaving the wood rotten and exposed. It had achieved its aim of frightening off outsiders, and fresh faces who caused continuous waves of suspicion in the locals.

It didn’t intimidate you. It felt like home.

You pushed open the door, the usual scent of stale whiskey and cigarettes wafting up to greet you. The bar was void of any signs of life, lacking its usual buzz for this time of the evening. You frowned as you slowly entered the bar, cautiously glancing around as you made your way in. The grimy wooden floorboards loudly creaked underneath each step that you took, announcing your arrival.

“Hello?” you called out to the empty building, your voice echoing off the four walls.

Silence.

Your heart began to thump violently against your rib cage, threatening to shatter your bones with every beat. It was worryingly unusual that the building was completely empty, especially for this time of day. There was nothing amiss about the place- each chair still upright, no smashed glasses- to suggest that any violence had occurred. You walked over towards the bar, bending down to search for the wrist-watch you knew Arthur used to keep behind here as a spare.

Your bare knees stuck to the wooden floorboards, the grimy residue of countless spilled drinks, sticking to your skin. You grimaced slightly, your eyes scanning the shelves underneath the counter.

“Bingo” you whispered to yourself, as your eyes were attracted by the telling glint of a shiny silver buckle. You reached forward, grabbing the wrist watch and glancing down at the face. A soft frown formed in between your brows. It was definitely six o’clock in the evening, the time Arthur had requested you to arrive at The Garrison.

So, where the fuck was he?

Your thoughts where interrupted by the sound of the front doors slamming, the screech of the metal lock being pulled across the handles. Footsteps reverberated around the room, causing a hard lump to form within your throat, your heart proceeding with its homicidal dance.

You were not alone.

The footsteps got louder, as whoever they belonged to, got closer to your hiding place. It was a pretty pathetic place to attempt to conceal yourself, the bar not offering much in terms of cover. You hurriedly scanned the shelves for any sign of a weapon, anything you could use to defend yourself if needed.

Nothing.

The voice came from above you, loud and clear within the destitute building. You would have recognised it anywhere.

“I thought I’d find you here”.

Tommy. Fucking. Shelby.

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Dangerous Love- Roses.

So here is the third chapter of dangerous love. I definitely plan on this being quite a long story, and have so much planned for it. So excited to see where this goes. I hope you guys are enjoying reading, as much as I'm enjoying writing it!

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It’s time for the first date with Alfie Solomons. Will the instant attraction get too much?

YOUR POV

Twenty-four hours. When the words cascade out from between your pair of crimsoned lips, it seems like a dreadfully long time. The words drag and feel heavy as they appear into the atmosphere, your mind whirling as it hopelessly attempts to comprehend the almost endless list of opportunities that lay in front of you. Yet the reality is far bleaker. Twenty-four hours sneaks past you, as you lay distracted by other concerns that roughly steal your attention. Before you know it twenty-four hours has slipped through your fingers as if you were clutching a fist full of hot sand.

You sat hopelessly on the edge of your bed, your woollen blanket softly scratching the underside of your fleshy, white thighs. Your skin was slightly damp with the remnants of the bath you had finished taking a few minutes ago, the small droplets of water slowly sliding down your collarbone and falling onto the soft fabric of your underwear. You ran a hand slowly through your hair, letting it fan and fall back onto your shoulders as a you sighed gently again in despair. Your eyes fell to the clock on your wall, its’ hands moving past frustratingly quickly. Tommy told you yesterday evening that you were to meet Alfie at 6pm tonight. It felt that you blinked, and suddenly it was 5pm on the night in question. You had less than an hour left to get ready and get to the club. Motivation was non-existent in your body, as your mind entertained the worries that governed your thoughts. Sure, the prospect of going on a date with Alfie Solomons wasn’t such a repulsive idea. After all, he was roguishly handsome. What had distressed you the most, was the fact that your brother had schemed behind your back and organised it, disguising it as ‘beneficial for the business’. You knew Tommy well and knew that he had other ideas on his mind.

A gentle knock sounded out from the other side of your bedroom, stealing you away from your thoughts.

“(Y/N)? Can I come in?” Aunt Pol asked, her voice soft. You sensed the sympathy and regret hidden in her tone, something which Aunt Pol only let others witness on rare occasions. Tonight, must be one of them, you thought.

“Yes” you called out, sighing warily before pushing yourself up from your bed. Aunt Pol walked in, her hands full of a captivating shade of red. Your eyes where instantly drawn to the fabric that she held between her fingers, allowing yourself a few seconds to admire the material. Your eyes drifted up to meet hers, a questioning look playing upon your face.

“It’s a dress” she explained, noticing your expression. She walked over to where you stood, laying the dress upon the bed where you had been sitting before standing back to admire the outfit beside you. “Your mum brought it, but your father never permitted her to wear it. I think you should wear it, as one last fuck you to the men that continually attempt to control our lives”.

You turned to face your aunt, tears softly pooling underneath your bottom eyelashes, before you pulled her into a tight hug. You knew she had faced similar horrors in her life from various men, as you had at the hands of your father. You both stayed like that in silence for a few, precious moments. Words where not exchanged between you both, as they were not needed to understand. You both knew.

“Right, you need to try it on” Aunt Pol smiled softly as she pulled away, nodding towards the dress. You grinned in excitement, your fingers trailing delicately along the beautiful red material that was welcomingly soft underneath your touch. You picked it up, sliding it over your head, before walking over to examine your appearance in the mirror, the hem of the dress skimming the floor slightly as you moved. You gasped in shock as your eyes took in what the mirror showed you. You looked beautiful.The dress seductively clung to your body, beautifully enhancing your already prominent curves. The straps sat across your upper arms, lowering into a ‘V’ shape which illuminated your breasts. You reached out for a lipstick that sat on your bedside table, smearing the cherry red substance over your lips. You brushed your hair over your shoulder, grateful that you had inherited your mothers natural, loose curls. You turned to face Aunt Pol, your eyes twinkling with gratitude.

“Thank you” you breathed, feeling unable to form a coherent sentence. She reached out for your hand, a sad smile playing upon her lips.

“It’s time” she whispered, giving your hand a soft squeeze in reassurance. You nodded in response, your stomach giving an uneasy dance as Aunt Pol led you downstairs.

The boys where all sat around the kitchen table, their faces depicting a variety of emotions. Arthur had a frown furrowing in between his bushy eyebrows, his fingers tapping lightly against an empty whiskey bottle. Finn was etching a pattern into the table, the soft wood collecting underneath his fingernails. John was intently watching Finn, his eyes glazed over as a toothpick sat in between his lips. Tommy was the only sibling that performed as if he were calm about the situation, yet the countless cigarette stubs that had fallen in front of him told a different story. They looked up at the sound of your footsteps, life being brought back into the room. Tommy glowered unhappily at your appearance, bringing another cigarette to his lips to light.

“Fucking hell, you look like a girl” Finn laughed, breaking the silence.

“Still throw a better hit than you, and you know it” you chuckled, lightly punching his arm. Arthur and John sniggered, standing up to greet you.

“If he touches you tonight, you know where to hit ‘im” Arthur looked at you gravely, before pulling you into a tight hug. You smiled softly, breathing the familiar scent of whiskey and cologne.

“I’ll be okay. I learned from the best” you smiled softly, as you pulled away. Your comment seemed to appease him, as he nodded in agreement, a rare blush appearing upon his cheeks.

“Sure did” he mumbled as he walked away, his chest swelling with pride at your words.

“Here. Put this somewhere” John pressed a gun into the palm of your hand, the cool metal a contrast against your body heat.

“I don’t think she’ll be needing that” Aunt Pol snapped, snatching the gun from you and placing it on the kitchen dresser, throwing John an angry side glare. You smiled softly at your brother, as he looked down sheepishly.

You heard a chair scrape back against the floor and looked up to meet Tommys’ eyes. He looked back at you, an emotion you couldn’t quite place playing behind his eyes.

“That’s mums dress” he stated, his words having a hidden meaning playing between them. Silence fell in the room, covering it like an uncomfortably heavy blanket. Your skin prickled slightly in discomfort, but you continued to stare defiantly at Tommy, ignoring the tension that began to rise between the four walls.

The silence was interrupted by a sharp rap on the door. You swallowed softly, repeating Aunt Pols’ words.

“It’s time”.

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The car pulled up outside the club, gravel crunching underneath the wheels as you came to a stop.

“Here miss” the driver announced- someone picked out by Alfie, who was no doubt paid a handsome sum for his role this morning. You swallowed nervously, pushing open the car door. Your wobbled slightly as your feet pressed against the uneven surface as you stood up, your hand desperately clutching at a wall for support. As you steadied yourself, you took in the scene before you, finally noticing the place where you were to spend your evening.

There, looming over in front of you, stood a magnificent marble white building, thick pillars positioned outside the entrance. Steps led up to entrance, the sound of a jazz band spilling out from the open door. A variety of rose bushes adorned the bottom of the walls- red, white and pink petals scattered amongst the leaves and gravel. It was an incredible contrast, the beautiful spatters of colour within nature pressed up against the marble. You had been told that Alfie would meet you outside the club. Your eyes scanned over the groups of men and women in search for him. Couples arm in arm made their way past you into the building, their faces full of excitement about the night ahead of them. A rainbow of fabric continued to move before your eyes, your nose filling with the scent of cheap perfume and the night air. Snippets of pointless conversation drifted up to your ears, whispered declarations of love floating around the air. Your chest stung with jealousy. If only your evening could be filled with the innocence of a first love. You moved forward towards the entrance, your eyes continuing to scan the crowds that flowed in front of you.

Then you saw Alfie, taking a sharp intake of breath as you took in the sight of him. Everyone around you both became a blur, as if they had been paint smudged upon a canvas. Your heartbeat instantly quickened its pace. He stood near a rose bush, glancing down nervously at the floor. The unexpected show of vulnerability made your heart miss a beat in its nervous rhythm. He was dressed smartly in a crisp black suit, the fabric hugging his muscles. He wore his trademark black hat, a few strands of his brown hair escaping from underneath the wide rim. His beard was recently trimmed, a lot less unkempt since the last time you had seen him. You made your way towards Alfie, his head turning to see who was walking towards him. His grey eyes brightened up at the sight of you, a smile spreading over his face as he scanned over your appearance.

“Holy fuck” he whispered, offering his arm out for you to hold. Your lips formed into a smirk at his reaction, the response to your appearance being exactly what you wanted. You felt accomplished at making this feared gangster almost speechless, the affect you had on him evident on his face.

“Now, that’s no way to talk to a lady” you cheekily retorted, your fingers gently wrapping around his upper arm. You gulped softly at the contact, heat rising in you causing your cheeks to flush. You felt as if a million miniscule electric shocks where coursing through your body from the touch. Your fingers trembled as he led you towards the entrance. You hoped that he did not notice the anxious display. Now was not the time to be nervous.

You were a Shelby, and Shelbys’ don’t show nerves.

***************************************************************************ALFIES’ POV

Being a business man, Alfie was a firm believer in being on time. He believed that lateness was only disrespectful. Admittedly, he was slightly more earlier than the time him and Tommy Shelby had agreed upon. Nerves had lit a fire underneath him, and he was ready a lot more sooner than he had anticipated upon. After annoying Ollie with a million questions regarding his appearance, he had driven to the club. He had sat for a few minutes with his hands grasped upon the steering wheel, his knuckles turning his white, before he got the courage to stand outside. Looking upon the building, he was worried that he had chosen somewhere slightly too grand. Maybe this was too much for a first date, he thought, before shaking the thought away from his mind. This was only a business arrangement, something that would benefit him and the Shelby family. Alfie fought down the idea that this could ever be something more. There was no way you would be interested in someone like him, and even if you somehow happened to be, there was no way your family would allow it.

He had begun to think you would never show up, that somehow Tommy Shelby had gone back on his word. Anger was overcome by disappointment, as he glanced down at the floor. This would be a first. Him, Alfie Solomons, being stood up by a woman and a fucking Shelby at that. He chewed on the inside of his cheek, listening to the conversations of adoration that where so cruelly spoken within ear shot. It had been a secret desire of his, to be loved completely by a woman. He was yet to find that attachment in which would become his whole world. Sure, he’d had relationships with women, but they had soon shown that they had only used and slept with him for the status, not for who he was as a person. He was aware that his reputation preceded him, and he knew that not all of what was said was necessarily well perceived. His somewhat impressive ability to become hot-headed quicker than Arthur Shelby, was well known. Both women and men feared him. But the truth was, Alfie would never hurt a woman. Love was his ultimate weakness, and that was something he feared would one day become common knowledge.

Alfie looked up at the sound of footsteps approaching, his face splitting into a large grin at the sight of you. He enjoyed the way your dress softly caressed your curves, exposing carefully planned areas of skin. His mind ran wild at the image of your pale skin, highlighted by the soft exposure to moonlight. He marvelled at your beauty, which utterly entranced him. He had never been exposed to such an enticing woman in all his life, his mind struggling to think of words that would do justice to describe your appearance.

“Holy fuck” he whispered, robotically holding out his arm for her to hold as she came close.

“Now that’s no way to talk to a lady” she chuckled, his heart warming at her cheeky response. He felt her fingers daintily wrap around his muscular upper arm and was instantly focused upon how amazing such a simple form of contact could make him feel. He was grateful that Ollie hadn’t trimmed too much of his beard, as it disguised the blush that had begun to form upon his cheeks.

Alfie led the way into the club, the sound of music becoming deafeningly loud. His eyes scanned the room in search for a quieter place, unashamedly desperate to be able converse with the beautiful woman on his arm in a little privacy. Spotting a small booth in the corner of the room, he guided her towards it before sitting down, pulling her gently beside him. He suddenly became hyper-aware of the closeness of your contrasting two frames, awkwardly shuffling away slightly to create some distance between you both, ignoring the dejected way your face fell slightly. He looked around the room, twiddling his thumbs slightly as his mind strived to find a suitable topic of conversation.

“Tell me, Mr. Solomons, why did you bring me here if you had no intention to dance or talk to me?” you asked softly. He cursed himself under his breath, realising that a small amount of time had passed since you had sat down.

“Tell ya’ the truth love, right, I’m just still in shock that your fuckin’ brothers let ya’ out” he turned to face her, “and I’m just tryin’ to find the right things to say to ya’, yeah, that won’t fuckin’ scare you away”.

“And why you would you be so concerned of scaring me away?” you raised an eyebrow slightly, your eyes focused upon his. Alfie enjoyed the unwavering confidence that you displayed, finding it an extremely rare feature in a woman. They usually trembled under his stare, but yet you gave nothing away that would imply you were feeling uneasy.

“Because, yeah, I don’t want you’re fuckin’ brothers to put a bullet in me” he chuckled, glancing away for a brief moment before meeting your eyes again, his voice suddenly becoming soft. “And because you’re the most beautiful fuckin’ woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on, and I can’t imagine never bein’ able to see ya’ again angel”. He cursed himself again, annoyed at himself for how effortlessly you made his words spill out. Alfie watched as you shyly glanced away, enjoying the light shade of pink his confession made you turn.

“Come dance with me?” you asked, pushing yourself up off the chair. Alfie felt a small pang of disappointment as he watched you move further away from him, his mind spinning with excuses and ways to get you back beside him. He knew that without his cane, he would not be much use up on his feet for very long. He also feared that if you became aware of this, you’d view him as fragile and he would never see you again. A woman needed a man who would be able to protect them, and although Alfie had no doubt that he would be able too, he feared you’d think his cane would only slow you down. You were younger than him after all, and he was concerned that one day the spell you were both under would break, and you would see him for who he truly was.

“I’m afraid I’m not much of a dancer angel” he smiled warmly, leaning back in the chair. “I’ll watch you dance”. Your lips formed into a pout at his words, his eyes glancing down at them. Alfie shivered softly, imagining how soft they would be under his own.

“Come on. I’ll teach you” you grabbed him, pulling at his arm. Alfie laughed heartily, the sound surprising him- it had been a while since he had laughed like that- allowing himself to be moved up off his seat. You both made your way to a small area in front of your booth, where you were able to hear the music.

Alfie wrapped his arms around your small frame, enjoying the way you felt in his embrace. He felt you rest your head against him, hoping that you wouldn’t be able to hear the way his heart threatened to break out from his chest at your touch. He swayed in time to the music, getting lost in the sensation of your contact. He relished in how your body felt, pressed slightly up against his own, ignoring how his groin twitched. Alfie pressed his lips against your hair, closing his eyes in at your scent, a welcome difference from the strong perfume within the room that made his eyes sting.

He could get lost in this moment forever.

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It was soon the end of the night, the band beginning to wind down and the crowds beginning to dwindle. Alfie had lost track of how much time had passed, with you within his arms. He admittedly did feel a little stiff, his back beginning to ache. But when he looked down at you and saw the way your face had lit up with each dance, each twinge of pain was utterly worth it.

“Think it’s time to go angel” he murmured, reluctantly pulling away from you, leading you both outside. Stepping outside, the cool night air hit your bare skin. Alfie saw you shiver, watching the way goose bumps rose upon your exposed flesh. With a shrug, he pulled off his suit jacket, and wrapped it around your shoulders, grateful for another excuse to touch you.

Leading you down the steps, he noticed the way your eyes appreciated the roses that surrounded the building. Plucking one from its stem, he pulled you close to him. He looked down gently at you, appreciating the way the moonlight accentuated your beauty, how your eyelashes casted soft shadows upon your cheeks, how your eyes glistened and looked inquisitively back into his own. He tucked the rose behind your ear, his fingers gently moving against your cheek, tingling in response to how soft your skin felt under his touch. He leaned his forehead against yours, your eyes closing as you both took in the moment.

“This wasn’t just business was it, Mr. Solomons?” your breath fell soft against his cheeks. He shook his head in response, running his hands down your arms, his eyes opening in shock as he felt you move away. He looked questioningly at you, searching for a reason as to why you had moved away so abruptly. “I need to go” you whispered, moving towards the car that had pulled up to collect you. “Goodbye Alfie”.

Alfie felt his heart sunk at the sight of you leaving, feeling unable to prevent you from departing. He watched the car drive away into the distance, making a mental note to question the driver in the morning. He sighed frustratingly, kicking up the gravel as he walked. He knew your response was justified. You both could not fall for each other, it was against everything. But yet, he knew that you felt the same as him, even after such a brief amount of time. The connection between you both was undeniable, the chemistry so strong it already began to dominate and take hold of you both. Amongst it all, the same thought kept on cruelly repeating itself in his mind.

A Shelby and Solomons where never made to work.

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In France Again.

Prompt #3 with John and Esme.

Here is the requested prompt! I’ve written it from Johns’ POV, as I felt it fitted the request more. It’s such a sad little bit of writing, and I’m so sorry to put you guys through this heartbreak! Thank you to anon for requesting this!

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Warnings: Violence, death.

Pairing: John x Esme.

Word count: 1k.

I don’t understand what went wrong. We had it all planned out, my brothers and me. There was no way that Selbini’s men would have seen us coming, it was a perfectly planned ambush. We would have strolled right on into Eden Club as if we had every right to be there. We would take it for our own. But they knew. They were waiting for us. We never stood a chance against them. It was like sending lambs to the slaughter, our ten men against their twenty.

The bullets that whizzed past my ears, transported me back to the battlefield in France. I could have easily mistaken my feet sinking into the blood-soaked floorboards, as the muddy terrain. The groans of dying men are not new to me, I’ve heard this all before. I’m familiar to the blood like mist which blurs my vision, yet I still stumble as if I was a blind man.

The Eden Club is no longer the same, glamorous building it once was. Every table has been overturned, every bottle and glass laying in pieces upon the floor. Blood seems to leak through the crevices in the walls, staining the marble pillars that once stood proudly in the centre of the room. Shoes lay discarded around the room; their owners having left the vicinity in a hurry. Leather and laces mingle with corpses. I struggle to take it all in. My head feels as if it will explode at any moment, a grenade lodged inside my mind.

“Enough!” Tommy roared. He’s stood in the centre of the room, blood smeared across his face. I can’t tell if it belongs to him or not.

The room falls to a standstill at his words, everyone finally taking a deep breath in the aftermath of the adrenaline rush.

“There’s been enough fighting here tonight” Tommy argues, dropping his gun to the floor. “Let’s not let another life go to waste”.

Everybody’s eyes are upon him, their focus fixated upon my older brother. Yet he pays no attention to any of us, his attention firmly placed upon Selbini.

Darby Sabinis’ once freshly pressed grey suit, is now soaked through with fresh scarlet blood. His eyes are dark and maddening and send chills down my spine. I’m not frightened by many people, I usually find that they are frightened by me and my family. It is the opposite with Sabini. He’s ruthless and cold, and I can sense a plot hatching behind his cruel glare.

“My mother once told me, that there are a few people on this Earth, who will constantly try to undermine everything you do” Sabini stated, his accent thick. His voice was quieter than Tommy’, yet it seemed to hold far more power. “She told me, that when the time comes I’ll have to stamp out those people as if they were nothing but ants under my shoe. You Peaky Blinders, are ants”.

           The room shifts, tension beginning to gain new life at Selbinis words. The men around me shift un-easily. We are worn out from the previous conflict, yet adrenaline begins to resurface. Hands fall to grip the handles of guns, eyes firmly fixed upon the men in front of us. Selbinis’ quiet threat does not go unheard.

           “Enough killing has gone on here tonight” Tommy warned, slowly lifting his hands up in defeat. “Leave my men go”.

           “Shut your fucking dirty gypsy mouth!” Selbini yelled, anger continuing to glower behind his eyes. “I’m not going to kill you tonight Shelby. No, I’m not going to do that. I’m going to make those closest to you wish you were dead. One by one, each of them will begin to despise you just as much as I do”.

           Selbini snapped his fingers. His henchmen shifted, responding to his silent demand. I noticed how the colour seemed to drain from Tommys’ face, the only pigment left belonging to the blood that was smeared across his skin.

           Then I saw her.

           I saw her, and suddenly I was a scared young man, frozen on the French battlefield. Her arms were gripped by two thuggish men, their fingers digging into her pale skin, leaving red finger-shaped marks behind. Her clothes were carelessly torn and ripped, blood smeared over the exposed flesh. I could see the tear marks upon her cheeks, yet she still held her head up high, refusing to allow herself to appear broken.

           “Esme...” my voice broke as I called out her name, stepping forward. Arthur put out an arm to stop me, shaking his head slowly.

           “Ahh. I see I may have found a weakness for you Shelby. What better way to start this?” Selbini smirked, pulling the gun out from his jacket pocket.

           I couldn’t move.

           I was in France again.

           I watched as he pointed the gun at Esme’s’ chest.

           I watched as he pulled the trigger.

           I was in France again.

           I didn’t care for the commotion that broke loose in that moment. I didn’t care for the hands that tried and failed to hold me back. All I saw was her. My Esme.

           I ran over to her, tears unashamedly spilling from my eyes. Selbinis’ men had left, taking advantage of the upheaval, leaving a path of destruction in their wake. I knelt beside Esme, holding her in my arms.

           “My love, please stay with me” I whispered, words meant only for us. Her blood was already beginning to stain my palms, saturating her clothing.

           “It hurts” she sputtered, blood catching in her throat. My heart broke at the sight of her. I could feel her growing limper in my arms.

           “I know love, I know. Stay with me. Please stay with me” I begged, tears flowing freely down my face. She reached out to me, placing a palm upon my cheek as if to wipe away my tears. I leaned into her touch, my eyes never leaving hers.

           “I’ll always love you John. I’ll always be with you” she murmured, her skin growing pale. “You take care of the little ‘uns for me. Make sure you tuck them in each night”. I shook my head, refusing to acknowledge her words. This couldn’t be happening.

           “You’re not leaving me Esme. You’re not leaving me”.

           “I love you John”.

           I watched as her eyelids fluttered closed.

           I felt it as her body grew cold and stiff.

           I heard an unhuman scream sound out around the room, bouncing eerily off the walls.

           It was me.

           I was in France again.

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