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geeky-politics-46 · 4 months

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Kinktober 2023 - Day 12

Titty Fucking with Arthur Shelby

"Pearl Necklace"

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Summary: You & Arthur have another afternoon romp in his office

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - adultery/extra-marital affair, jealousy, swearing, pet names, marking, oral sex, titty fucking, handjob, cumplay, pearl necklace, almost facial, little bit of fluff

After that first night you crossed the line, you and Arthur continued your affair with little guilt from either of you. Yes, he was still technically married to Linda; but emotionally and mentally, he was all yours. To the world, you were his in all possible aspects after that night. Something that soon spread to those in the office as well as those throughout Birmingham, and you are sure, got back to his wife as well.

Not that she could really have treated you any worse than she did before your affair started. If anything, Linda's abuse and vitriol towards you had lessened since your real affair began. She knew she had lost the battle that she had created in her own mind. That much was evident by the locket Arthur bought you with both of your initials on it. It was a promise that when business settled down, when the stock market fallout was done, he would leave Linda and make an honest woman out of you. Assuming she didn't divorce him first. He had contacts who told him she had been trying to find a lawyer for a while.

His family pretty much all knew about the two of you, and most of them were supportive. Tommy especially. Which was no surprise, really, knowing his dislike of Linda and preference towards you. He would often say he was sending Arthur out of town for business only to send the two of you to spend a few days locked in a suite at the Midland Hotel together instead. Polly and Lizzie were a little more critical that you two weren't doing more to hide your affair and keep it out of the office. Both metaphorically and literally.

Arthur's office itself still being one of the main sites of your romps. Even now, as Arthur called you into his office, you couldn't help the smile on your face. Your stride became all the more confident as other employees started to move towards the front door. None of them frankly wanting to hear you two fucking again.

"Yes, Mr. Shelby."

You used your sweetest voice as you walked in and shut the door behind you, not even bothering to throw the lock. If someone walked in, it was their own fault. You and Arthur loved playing cat and mouse at the office. A lopsided grin on his lips and a predatory glint in his eyes as you sashayed over to where he sat. An extra sway in your hips as you undid a couple extra buttons on your blouse. Making sure he would get an eyeful of your breasts and peek at your bra, his favorite mauve silk one, when you bent down over his desk.

He immediately grabbed your hand and pulled you to sit in his lap. His face immediately buried in your neck, sucking and kissing at your throat. You wrapped your arms around his neck and hummed happily. Closing your eyes and focusing on the feeling of his lips on you.

"Apparently, you left some impressive scratch marks on my back a couple nights ago, love. Didn't even bother making up a lie to Linda when she saw them. Just shrugged. Don't fucking care anymore. Love it when you leave your mark on me, darlin’. Can't wait until I can openly tell everyone you're mine."

His fingers playing with the locket around your neck as he daydreamed about fucking you silly in your wedding dress. He had already removed his wedding ring. He only put it on anymore when he went home to Linda. He hated seeing it and knowing that it meant he wasn't married to you. That he still had to deal with her bullshit.

You could already feel his cock hardening beneath your ass. Letting your hips wiggle against him just a little to let him know you could feel it. He growled low in your ear nipping at the spot just below your ear.

"Well, Mr. Shelby, I did just touch up my lipstick, so how about I leave a new mark or two? Maybe here…"

You tilted his head up and to the side, placing a kiss on his neck. Pulling back to see the red lipstick print you left behind.

"... and here…"

This time, you placed a kiss on the other side of his neck. This time, making sure you placed it low enough on his neck to leave lipstick on his collar. Smiling at the way the bright shade popped against the starched white fabric.

You slithered out of his lap onto the floor in front of him. Your body poised between his legs. Keeping your eyes on his as you opened his waistcoat before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Opening them enough to expose the crotch of his white boxer shorts. Lowering your head until your lips were hovering just over the tent there.

"... and here."

You couldn't hold back a little giggle when you saw your lipstick print over his cock. Oh yes. This was the perfect little 'fuck you' to Linda. Maybe if you made her mad enough she would just leave on her own already. At this point all three of you knew she was staying merely out of spite.

"Fuck, angel. So good to me. Now quit that Mr. Shelby bullshit. At least until I can call you Mrs. Shelby. Besides you know I love hearing you scream my name when we fuck."

You raised up on your knees and drug your hands up over his muscular thighs onto his abdomen. Pulling at his suspenders as you tugged his head down to meet your lips. Nipping at his bottom lip before pulling away just far enough to whisper against his skin. His mustache tickling you lightly as you spoke.

"I want to make you scream my name right now, Arthur. You can make me scream later tonight."

Placing one more kiss on his lips, you pulled away and started working to undo his suspenders from his pants. Wiggling your behind excitedly once you had them undone and could start pulling his pants and boxers down to his knees. A smirk on his face at how exuberant you were to suck him off. He would happily return the favor later.

His cock springing free of it's confines as you settled back down onto your heels. Smiling up at him as you began peppering his inner thighs with lipstick tinted kisses. An almost lovesick look in Arthur's eyes as he watched you. His sweet little angel could be oh so devilish.

“Fuck, love. I can tell you right now I'm not gonna last long. Look so fucking pretty on your knees for me.”

With your most innocent eyes you started to kitten lick the tip of his cock. Lapping at it several times before licking your lips and fluttering your lashes at him. Humming to yourself like he was the most delicious treat you had ever tasted. Thoroughly pleased with your work when you opened your eyes and saw Arthur's mouth hanging open looking totally hypnotized. The lanky gangster may be feared by most of Birmingham, but you had him wrapped around your little finger.

“Love you, Arthur”

“Love you too, sw– ohhhhh”

Before Arthur could finish his sentence you lowered your head and took his cock as deep as you could. His words halting and giving way to needy groan. His head falling back and his eyes closing as you started to shallowly bob up and down on his shaft. Keeping your suction consistent until you decided to pull all the way off his cock with a loud pop.

You began to suckle on the head of his cock as you brought one hand up to stroke his hard length. Purposely licking over his slit and tasting his precum on your tongue. You loved getting a taste of what was now reserved just for you. Purring as you swirled your tongue around his ridge. Letting your saliva drip down his shaft and onto his balls.

Turning to look at the clock over your shoulder quickly while you moved to massage his balls, you realized just how soon Tommy was due to be back in the office. You needed to work fast if you wanted to finish Arthur off before you were inevitably interrupted. A wicked little plan forming in your mind.

Smiling sweetly up at him, you placed open mouth sucking kisses up and down his throbbing length. Your fingers nimbly working to open your blouse even more to completely reveal your chest. Your eyes locked with Arthur's as you pulled the cups of your bra down and let your breasts spill free.

After leaning over and spitting on the tip, you started stroking his cock with both hands. Twisting them in opposite directions on your upstroke. Making sure his cock was thoroughly soaked.

Once you were satisfied you suckled on his swollen head once more. Sucking as hard as you could while your tongue flicked at his frenulum. Pulling off of his cock after earning a shallow buck from Arthur's hips. You knew he was getting close.

Bracing yourself on his strong thighs, you scooted as close to the chair as you could. Letting the head of Arthur's cock rub against your chest. Painting a dribble of precum right next to the locket that bore both of your initials.

Arthur's eyebrow quirked up in question of what you were up to. His curiosity growing when you moved the locket over your shoulder so it was out of the way and brought your hands to your breasts and started toying with your nipples. Spitting onto his cock again as you positioned his manhood between your tits and squeezed them together.

Slowly starting to move up and down you smiled deviously as you saw the light bulb click on in Arthur's brain, finally realizing that you wanted him to fuck your tits. Excitedly he brushed his hands over your cheeks and down onto your shoulders as he gently started to thrust his hips.

“Oh, such a naughty mind you have, lovey. Gonna be wearing my cum the rest of the day.”

“Maybe that's what I want. I marked you, now I want you to mark me, Arthur.”

The visual of his cock squeezed between your beautiful breasts was quickly pushing Arthur to the edge. His thrusts growing faster and harder by the second. His teeth gritting together and a growl coming from deep in his chest when you stuck out your tongue so you could lick at the tip of his cock when it peaked up between your breasts.

His breathing started to fall in heavy shaky blows as he struggled to keep any sense of composure. He looked truly wrecked as you gazed up at him through your lashes. His brown hair falling forward over his face, his mouth hanging open, and desperately trying to keep his eyes on the erotic sight of you before him.

“Oh, fuck love, gonna cum! So fuckin’ good to me. Feels so fuckin’ good! Keep your tongue out darlin’. Here it comes!”

A deep growl and a moan falling from Arthur's lips as his hips stuttered and his fingers dug into your shoulders so hard they were sure to leave bruises. His cock twitching as his cum erupted onto your chest, neck, and chin. The warmth of his thick white spend making you shiver against the cool air in the office.

You couldn't help but giggle at Arthur as he fell back exhausted into his chair. Desperately trying to catch his breath. Leaning forward and placing a few more kitten licks on his softening cock and his thighs before pulling up and refastening his boxers, and lovingly caressing his thighs. Comforting your contented lover.

Suddenly, the door quickly swung open and in stepped Arthur's brother, Tommy. He, in particular, seemed to have a knack at knowing the worst possible times to appear. Startling both you and poor Arthur out of his post-orgasm haze. Arthur immediately moved to sit up and pretend you hadn't both been caught.

As soon as he saw you on your knees and his brother's pants undone, Tommy essentially knew what he had walked in on. He was relieved to see that at least it appeared he missed the main event. He plucked the cigarette from between his lips, addressing both of you nonchalantly before leaving just as quickly as he had entered. His face was unchanged the entire time.

“Clean up. Both of you. Family meeting in five minutes.”

Your cheeks had turned beet red in embarrassment. Unsure of whether Tommy had been able to see your bare breasts or that your chest and neck were coated in Arthur's cum. Suddenly second guessing your decision not to lock the office door after all.

Arthur pulled you up into his lap and started cleaning you up with his handkerchief and laughing at your sheepish expression. He placed a sweet kiss on your lips as he finished wiping you down. He fixed your bra and straightened out your locket, kissing you more deeply before reassuring you his brother wouldn't give you trouble.

“Don't worry, sweetheart. If Tom says anything, I'll just say that he hasn't paid me enough to buy you a proper pearl necklace, so we improvised.”

You threw your head down into his neck and burrowed into his arms even farther in embarrassment. Arthur's arms holding onto you as tight as he could, laughing even louder when he felt you starting to giggle too and placing kisses into your hair. Both of you were aware that even if Tommy didn’t say anything at the very least, John would enjoy giving both of you hell.

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She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not (ONE SHOT/ DARK!TOMMY & YANDERE! ARTHUR)

Summary: Enter the mad paranoia of Tommy and his brother Arthur as they try to prove to themselves that you and Bunny's loyalty belongs with them after their discovery of your planned escape.

Warnings: Language, violence, angst, mentions of blood, mentions of murder, psychological mind games, psychological manipulation, psychological abuse, controlling behaviour, Dark!Tommy & Yandere!Arthur (This is a dark fic, please read the warnings before continuing)

Authors Note: This story is a merge of two worlds, Dark!Tommy & Y/N from "Killing Me Softly" and Yandere!Arthur & Bunny from "Hey Bunny", written by my incredibly talented friend and mutual @call-sign-shark. I can't recommend enough to go and check out her fantastic series!

" Look at 'em Tom" Arthur said quietly to his brother as he turned his back to you and Bunny from across the room sitting at the large mahogany table next to eachother. " They think we don't know what they're up to" he grinned darkly as his younger brother smirked in agreement, watching you pull up the strap of your emerald dress. Little did you know yours and Bunny's plan to escape the shackles of torment the two Shelby brothers had been relentlessly inflicting on you both would soon be eclipsed by another plan, one the siblings had concocted a fortnight ago after finding out your intentions to flee. "Why would they do that ay, scheming behind our backs like that? Don't they fucking love us? " Arthur said through gritted teeth, his mood quickly changing from anticipation of playing out their sadistic game to a temper rapidly rising within him. Volatile, unhinged and quick to snap. If Tommy wanted the night to go as planned he needed to calm his brothers erratic emotions and keep control of the situation.

" Here" Tommy said pulling out a small blue bottle of cocaine from his suit pocket which Arthur snatched out of his hand like a starved animal, snorting its contents within a few seconds. " After tonight we'll... Ey! Arthur, Listen!" Tommy said tapping the side of his brothers cheek in attempts to hold his attention as Arthur wiped the remnants of the white powder from his nose. " After tonight we'll know. We'll no where their loyalties stand" Tommy said with his hand firmly placed on his older brothers shoulder as Arthur nodded his head glancing over at Bunny.

"I can't lose my Bunny Tommy" Arthur said, his eyes wide, his body suddenly jittery with panic as he looked back to his brother.

" Fuck sake..." Tommy mumbled under his breath. Clearly the sweet release of his brothers preferred drug of choice hadn't warranted the affect he had hoped for or at least, not yet. " Arthur will you calm the fuck down, you're starting to creep me out" he replied cocking a brow as he returned to looking at you. His eyes roaming over your body as he bit his bottom lip imagining you naked as he pinned you...

" Tom, Tom..." Arthur said nudging his brothers arm with his elbow, breaking him out of his fantasy or rather, the plans he had for you at the end of the evening.

"She nearly escaped a few weeks ago" Arthur said quietly as he looked over to Bunny staring aimlessly into her glass, watching the amber liquid glisten from the warm light of the chandeliers as the soft music from the gramophone played out.

" And I told you. You gotta double lock. They're sneaky Arthur, they'll try and find a way out" Tommy replied as Arthur's eyes cast down to the wooden floorboards, mentally scolding himself for forgetting his brothers wise words of wisdom. After all, Tommy had become an expert in this field of debauchery. "Chin up, ey?"

" Yeh Tom, yeh..." Arthur replied as he pinched his bottom lip together, sniffing back his worries. " Right, fuck" he said clapping his hands together shaking of the last remnants of his wandering paranoia.

" That's it brother. Come on, let's have some fun" he said patting his back as they strode over to you both, the evenings festivities minutes away from starting. "Bunny" Tommy said with a smirk etched on his face as Arthur stood beside him, biting his inner cheek as he tried to hold back his excited amusement. " Sweetheart" he said sending you a wink as he looked at you from head to toe, his eyes glazing over with a smoky hue of lust as he got lost in his thoughts once again. "You two have been busy, haven't you?" Tommy said as he lit a cigarette looking between you both as Arthur wagged his index finger back and forth.

"Con..cocting something" Arthur added, his jaw tightening at the mere thought of deception as Bunny's hand squeezed yours under the table, her pulse beating so fast you could feel it vibrating against your skin.

"Arthur" Tommy said nodding to his brother who reached under the table, pulling out both of your suitcases. " Tut tut tut, going on a holiday without us, huh ladies?" Tommy said with a smirk glaring at you as your eyes widened in disbelief. You had both been so careful, so diligent in your plans. It was a miracle you managed to get as far as you had with the few times Arthur had brought Bunny over to Arrow house. "Your clothes, the children's clothes. Did you not pack anything of mine for this little getaway?" Tommy said as Arthur slammed the suitcases onto the table in front of you, pouring out both of their contents.

" Yeh, didn't see my swimming trunks in there Bunny" Arthur spat as he stared her down, the vein in his neck protruding from his escalating fury.

" A..Arthur, I...I" Bunny sobbed, stumbling her words out as Arthur loomed over the table, his fists clenched so tight they turned a ghostly shade of white. He was keeping her safe, keeping her from the dangers this city held for every woman that dared to venture out alone, why didn't she see that? Who knows what crazed person she could have run into, it's a good thing he was there to stop her from making that mistake. Arthur thought to himself as he stood up straight, rolling his shoulders of the tension that had been building up.

" Now you've both been very naughty. And we don't like naughty girls do we brother?" Tommy said picking up one of your lace knickers from within the pile by the end of his finger, cocking a brow as he put it in his suit jacket.

" No we don't. We like respectable, honest, loyal...obedient girls" Arthur said sniffing back the remnants of the cocaine he had snorted.

"That's right. You see, me and Arthur are starting to feel like your loyalty doesn't belong with, like you don't... love us"

" We feel betrayed, unappreciated"

" Those are strong word's brother. But betrayed and used we are, and after everything we have done for you" Tommy said furrowing his brow, an expression of hurt spread across his face, believable if it wasn't for the smirk playing mischievously on the corner of his mouth. "So, seeing how you two like to play games we have each come up with a way you can prove your loyalty to us and put our poor tired minds at ease. Right Arthur..."

" Tommy... darling, wait..." You panicked, tears welling in your eyes as Bunny quietly whimpered beside you, her hand now gripping yours even tighter.

" Not now sweetheart. The games about to start" Tommy said as he stood up from the edge of the table. "Arthur, if you don't mind" he said taking a drag of his cigarette as he leaned against the back of the sofa behind him.

" Eeny, meeny, miny, moe..." Arthur started to sing as his finger moved from you to Bunny. "Catch a spider by.."

" Tiger Arthur, it's fucking tiger" Tommy sighed, rubbing his brow with his thumb.

" Same bloody thing" Arthur replied snapping his head back to his brother about to finish the rhyme when Tommy interjected again.

"Tell me eh, when was the last time you saw a spider with toes Arthur?" Tommy huffed as he and Arthur started get into an argument over the words to the nursery rhyme whilst bunny squeezed your hand, her eyes darting to the door then back to you to which you furiously shook your head at. There was no way you would both make it out, no matter how intense their ridiculous argument was getting. Whatever punishment was heading your way would be far worse if you tired to take your chances and make a run for it. " Alright! Alright! Just get on with it" Tommy said giving up, as Arthur's face lit up with a satisfied grin.

" It's toe, if it wiggles..." He said stopping his finger at bunny, wagging his finger from side to side with a unhinged grin on his face. " I'm gonna come over there and make you wiggle" Arthur giggled climbing over the table to Bunny when Tommy kicked the bottom of his boot.

" Arthur, behave " Tommy chuckled, they were enjoying this, their twisted little game no doubt the highlight of their week.

"Let it go, eeny, meeny, miny, moe" Arthur finished his finger pointing at you." You're up Y/N" Arthur announced as Tommy stood up grinning from ear to ear. " Y/N get up" Arthur said with his arms on his hips huffing as he looked back to Tommy. He wanted his turn and you were holding up the nights festivities with your reluctance to move. " She ain't budging Tom"

" Tommy please I'm sorry. I got scared, we got scared we panicked. Tommy our children..." You said tears streaming down your face as your eyes darted from Bunny to your husband .

" It's true Arthur, we just..." Bunny started to say as she swallowed back her tears.

" See this is the kind of shit you shouldn't fool for. Crocodile tears that's all that is. Arthur, please..." Tommy said cutting Bunny off as he motioned to the table, which Arthur flipped over in one quick motion.

" Aw would you look at that Tom. They're holding hands" Arthur pointed out to his brother at you and Bunny still clinging onto eachother for dear life, a film of sweat the only thing separating you.

" Adorable" Tommy said as he blew a cloud of smoke through the smirk on the corner of his mouth.

" Sister in law's supporting eachother, it's gonna make me cry." Arthur taunted as Bunny's eyes snapped to him, her face suddenly going a deathly shade of white at the thought of being shackled to this crazed man for life. " Yehh that's right Bunny, gonna make a Shelby out of you one day. Put a Shelby in that belly too. Maybe we'll skip the wedding part first, ay? He grinned as his tongue pressed on the roof of his mouth, his rabid eyes roaming over her body.

" Come on Arthur your scaring her" Tommy chuckled darkly as he flicked the ash of the end of his cigarette onto the floor.

"Yeh well, you're already on your third I gotta catch up" Arthur replied in annoyance that his baby brother was ahead of him in anything.

"What can I say I have strong swimmers" Tommy smirked winking to you. The only reason why Tommy was now a father of three was he never gave your body a moment's rest before he would climb on top of you again and have his way after each birth of your children, you were a laying hen, not a wife. "Come on darling, up you get" Tommy said walking over to you as he grabbed you by your arm, pulling you away from Bunny whose hand was still desperately holding onto yours, both of you now crying uncontrollably, every sob every whimper laced in terror. Breaking you apart, Arthur grabbed hold of Bunny as she scrambled forward to you.

" Now now Bunny, we have to take turns " Arthur said as his hand came down to her waist his fingers lacing between the soft fabric of her white flowing dress, one he had brought especially for her. She looked so innocent so pure. But Why was she crying, tonight was supposed to be fun? He thought to himself as he tried to catch her eye, her refusal to do so twisting his stomach into a knot of anger that he quickly digested before he lost his temper and spoiled the evenings games. "Come on Bunny" he said guiding her over to the sofa as you and Tommy were now sat opposite eachother at a small table in the corner of the room.

" Do you love me Y/N?" Tommy asked as he pulled a revolver from his holster.

"Of...of course..." You replied sniffing back your tears as he placed it on the table in front of you both, your eyes widening further as he pulled out one single bullet. You were used to Tommy's mind games, but they never involved lethal weapons like the one sitting in front of you. He had already warned you to never attempt to run again, and this time you had been so brazen about your plan you had made it clear with the contents of your suitcase you intended to take his children too.

" And do you trust me?" He asked sitting back as he spun the bullet on the table in a circle.

" Tommy... what's happening, what are you going to do? You replied, your voice shaking as you looked at the bullet spin around one last time, the curved edge now pointing at you.

" I'm the one asking question, now do you trust me?"

"Tommy..."

"Answer the fucking question Y/N!" Tommy snapped slamming his fist onto the table as Arthur giggled at his brothers outburst of anger. " You're making me angry love, and you know what happens when I get angry"

" I trust you Tommy" you quickly reassured him as Tommy glared at you, playing with the bullet between his fingers.

" Good" he said taking the gun, his hand hovering over the chamber as you closed your eyes, blinking the tears away from your blurry vision." We're going to play a little game" he said snapping it shut, spinning the cylinder before placing it back between you both. " Russian Roulette. Learnt it from some batshit crazy Russian years ago. Didn't want to play with her, but I do with you" Tommy smirked as he looked at the confusion on your face having never heard of the game." You won't have to worry your pretty little head with the rules. It's simple" he said, taking every opportunity he could to belittle you. " One bullet, 6 chambers. We take turns firing the gun..." he paused watching your eyes widen " Right here" he finished pointing to the side of his temple, when you abruptly stood up, pushing your chair back as Tommy reached over the table grabbing your arm.

" Tommy no, you're sick! You're fucking insane. I won't do this, I fucking won't!" You shouted to him trying to pull away from his vice-like grip circling your wrist.

" Yes love I know, I'm such a bad man" Tommy said sarcastically having heard you already insult him plenty of times before. " But you will play or else I'll send one of the girls away. And you'll never see them again. Do you understand me?"

" No! You can't do that, Tommy..." You pleaded as he pulled you down back into your chair. Three daughters, you had given him three beautiful girls in the short time you had been married, but that wasn't enough. Tommy wanted a son, an army of sons. And with his lack of a paternal bond with his daughters you knew he wasn't bluffing.

" I can and I will. It's not like we can't have another. He smirked, pushing the gun towards you. " Ladies first"

"Tommy .." you pleaded one last time as you looked at the gun in front of you.

" You're testing my patience sweetheart. If you really want to do this, then fine" Tommy said as he leaned back in his chair looking over his shoulder to the door." Frances, bring me the baby" Tommy called out his eyes darting back to see the fear rising within you as he waited for a response, waited for you to play along. Within seconds you picked up the gun, sobbing as tears streamed down your face. "Never mind" he called out as he nodded his head to the gun in your hand. Lifting the revolver to your temple you squeezed your eyes shut, the coolness from the metal pressing against your skin sending a shiver down your spine. You would die for your children if it meant keeping them safe, if it meant keeping them from their father's torment. With your finger resting above the trigger you closed your eyes, hoping for a way out, from this life, from him. The gun pressed against your head didn't feel so damming after all...click. The chamber was empty, no bullet spent. You was still here, you was still alive. Gasping for air you threw the gun on the table which Tommy picked up, instantly putting it to his head and pulling the trigger without a second thought. Another click. No shot fired. The second turn mirrored the first. Through sobbing tears and thoughts of your children you pulled the trigger again, while Tommy's calm demeanor stayed exactly that, calm. Only two chambers left, one empty one with a bullet that would end either one of your lives.

" Tommy please, I love you, I trust you. We don't need to do this, we dont need to prove anything." You cried as Tommy took the gun putting it in your hand and placing it to your head.

" Pull it Y/N" Tommy said pushing your finger over the trigger.

" Tommy!" You wept uncontrollably, as a rush of fear overtook you, the sudden thought of your children being motherless the only thing holding you back from the years of torment you wanted to escape.

" Fucking pull it! he yelled at you as you wailed holding onto his arm, begging him to stop."Pull it!" He shouted again as you closed your eyes, the image of your daughter's playing within the grounds of Arrow House flashing before you...click. Dropping the gun on the table your hand flew to you mouth, you felt sick physically sick. But with no time to reflect on what had just happened Tommy had the gun already pointed to the side of his head...click. The gun was empty, it had been fucking empty all this time.

" See Tommy lad, she does trust you!" Arthur cheered as you abruptly stood up from your chair, your hands out behind you as you stumbled back away from Tommy's piercing stare, away from the smirk and enjoyment spread across his face.

"You tricked me! " you screamed as Tommy stood up and marched towards you, pinning you between the wall as his body.

" What, you think I want the mother of my children dead or fatherless? Oh darling, I never play by the rules, you should know that by now" he said as his hand cupped your cheek his eyes centimeters from yours. " I told you to trust me and you did, there's no doubt where your loyalty stands where your love stands" he said quietly in your ear, a slow exhale of hot air from his lips sending a wave of goosebumps down you neck.

" Look how your getting me" he smiled against your delicate flesh as he grabbed your hand cupping it around the growing bulge under his suit trousers, his aroused state throbbing under your hand as you turned your head away in disgust at his sadistic kink. " I'm gonna fuck you so hard tonight, I'll put a fourth in you. A fucking son." Tommy seethed in your ear whilst an untimely hint of a smirk graced your lips, unable to hold back the satisfaction that Tommy, the man who gets what he wants whenever he wants didn't have control over mother nature. You should have known better than to let it slip, for everything you did that displeased Tommy was worthy of punishment, and that small smirk hadn't gone unnoticed.

" Don't look Bunny" Arthur laughed with his arm wrapped around her shoulders. " My baby brothers pretty sick, he gets off from that kind of thing. Don't worry though sweetheart, I'm not like that" Arthur said with a smirk, his legs widening, pushing hers further to the edge of the sofa as he glared at her heaving chest.

"Your turn Arthur" Tommy said grabbing your hands, putting them behind your back as he walked you over to the sofa opposite them.

" Y/N..." Bunny cried wanting to reach out to you and she watched you slump into the sofa, the colour drained from your body. You were a broken woman. And as Tommy placed his arm around you, pulling you into his side, his lips ghosting over your neck, she suddenly felt like she was watching her own future. Beaten, broken and tired. Would this be her fate too?

" Bring in the contestants" Arthur jumped up as he walked over to the door snapping Bunny out of the haunting image of herself chained to a life of misery and abuse.

" Come on, fucking move" Arthur said behind the door as he walked in with two young men bound and gagged his gun pointing to their backs. "Kneel" Arthur spat, pushing the two men in front of Bunny as they struggled to keep themselves from falling over at her feet.

"Arthur, what's going on?" she said shifting forward in her seat, her eyes darting in a panic from Arthur to the two men in front of her as your own eyes widened in horror at the realisation of who they were. A chauffeur Tommy had hired only a few weeks ago, a sweet boy who's sole focus was the job in hand. And then...Harry. The stable boy who had been working on the grounds of Arrow House since he was a child. Both innocent young men, but not in the eyes of Arthur. For Arthur they had overstepped the line and he was seeking justice.

"Both of them were ogling you when we visited three weeks ago, so pick" he said matter of fact, without any further detail.

"Pick, what .."

" Pick one" Arthur replied handing her the gun as he sat beside her, his arm back securely draped over her shoulders as she watched the whimpers and cries of both the men, or rather boys hunched over eyes cast down. " So bunny, who's the lucky fella?" Arthur said turning to her staring blankly between both men. "Bunny?"

" Arthur no, nobody looked at me and even if they did I... I only have eyes for you I only want you. " Bunny pleaded knowing the very words he wanted to hear. Smiling, Arthur brushed his thumb down her cheek wiping the lone tear from her soft skin.

"Sorry darling but you're gonna have to pick. Both of these dirty fucks were looking at you, and I can't have that Bunny. But since I'm a forgiving man, a gentleman..." He said his moustache twitching at his high regard for himself. "...you only have to pick one" Arthur said as Bunny started to cry at the realisation she couldn't escape Arthur's sadistic game as much as you couldn't escape yours.

" Arthur, will you get your girl to fucking hurry up" Tommy said moving his lips from your neck for the briefest of seconds, his hand firmly grasped on your hip to stop you from moving.

"I know this is a big decision but you're making my brother upset Bunny " He said kicking the chauffeur, his muffled whimpers irritating him. "He wants to fuck his wife you see, and since we're guests in his house it's only polite we don't make him wait. Tick tock, tick tock" he smiled looking at the gun in her lap then back to her quivering bottom lip. " Fuck sake " he said standing up taking the gun from her realising her unwillingness to play along. Arthur was precariously on the edge of loosing his temper, his thirst for revenge was strong and he wouldn't end this game before one or both men were six feet under. " Which one bunny, the stable boy or the chauffeur" he smiled unnervingly as he pointed the gun at the back of each of the men's head.

"Arthur no! Stop, please..." Bunny pleaded endlessly, her strained efforts going unheard. You can't reason with a mad man, a man not only consumed by his own paranoia but also his obsession and love for the woman he had be holding captive.

" Pick bunny now! Arthur shouted putting the gun down on a small table beside him as he took a pair of black gloves from his back pocket as the muffled sobs of the two men intensified, the suffocating atmosphere in the room only increasing when Arthur picked up the gun again.

" Arthur we...we just greeted one another...it was innocent, don't make me do this dont do this, please..."

" Bunny I ain't repeating myself. Now pick!" He yelled as he pushed both his hands onto his forehead, pushing back the escalating fury within him, trying with all his might to not...snap. "Fucking pick, pick, pick!

"Arthur stop it, stop!" Bunny screamed closing her eyes when a loud gun shot boomed within the four walls and a heavy thud of a body hit the wooden floorboards below them. " Arthur..." Bunny said as she opened her eyes, her bottom lip wobbling in terror as she looked down in front of her to see the young chauffeur laying on the floor, a pool of blood surrounding his lifeless body.

" Picked for ya bunny" Arthur said his chest heaving up and down, hair disheveled, his eyes crazed as he smiled manically at her.

" Fucking hell Arthur, you got blood all over my walls!" Tommy said gesturing with his hand, more bothered about his immaculate home now splattered with blood than the dead body a few feet away from him.

" Sorry 'bout that brother" Arthur said smoothing his hair back away from his face as he looked down at his work, his grin turning into a satisfied smirk.

" Right we all done for tonight?" Tommy said standing up pulling you up with him, his hand snaking along your back down between your thighs as you squirmed under his touch.

" In the big guest room tonight yeh? With the big bed?" Arthur asked grabbing bunny by the arm pulling her trembling body over the lifeless man below her, dismissive of her horrified state, the tears cascading down her cheeks.

" Enjoy" Tommy winked nodding his head to his brother as he pushed you forward out the room. " Light a fire " Tommy said to one of his men standing by the entrance, gesturing back to the room where a night of carnage and terror had just played out, where Harry was still knelt beside the young man whose life had been so brutally taken. With Tommy's hand firmly on the curve of your back you slowly walked up the stairs, your body still trembling from the nights events.

" Arthur your Bunny's hoping away, keep control of it or put it back in its cage " Tommy said as you came to a stop in front of your room, watching Bunny frantically run down the corridor.

" It's alright, we're just playing" Arthur replied with a crazed giggle as he chased after her. Closing the master bedroom door behind him Tommy watched as you stumbled back to the edge of the bed a devilish grin gracing his lips as he stalked forward undoing his belt.

"Now about that smirk..."

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Those who happen to cross her path might mistake her for an Angel. And an Angel she seems, with her icy glare and snow-white hair cascading on her diaphanous skin. An Angel she seems, when her enchanting voice reverberates through the majestic walls of an empty church, when her spring-like perfume lingers in the air as she walks by with steps so light one may think she’s a mere figment of imagination. Heaven. The name of holiness and all things sacred. But no sacred creature has a crimson stream endlessly flowing behind them like an extension of their own shadow. No Angel has that much blood dripping from their hands. A fallen Angel, perhaps. Or a Devil.

Moodboard made for @call-sign-shark ‘s OC Heaven Lavey Shelby. If you want to know more about Heaven, check out Shark’s series Heaven in Your Eyes, I promise it’s a masterpiece.

Happy double birthday, Shark🎉🤍. This was the little something I was making for Heaven I told you about, and I decided to give it to you on your birthday as a little gift. I hope you like it🤍

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Dark Games (Part 1)

Arthur Shelby x Evelyn (OC) x Finn Shelby

Summary: (Dark AU) When power hungry Arthur is left to run the Eden Club unchecked, he forces his women into dangerous games with the characters of the London underworld. What happens when Finn interferes with his newest girl?

Moodboard credit: the lovely @shelbydelrey

Author's Note: Written for @shelbydelrey Peaky x Lana Festival. Inspired by "Dark But Just a Game" by Lana Del Rey.

Warnings: mention of violence, weapons, mention of blood, ethnic slur, drug use, drinking, pregnancy, mention of abortion, assault

The faces of all the women Evelyn knew who suffered or simply vanished, flashed through her mind as she slept, each one reaching for her as though she might gain purchase. But they all slipped from her grasp like sand, leaving her defeated to face a mirror. Her own blank expression stared back at her as Arthur’s large hand encircled her neck. His mustache tickling the delicate skin beneath her ear as he whispered, “Evie, my pretty little fool.” As she turned to face him, the glass shattered and he was gone. Stooping to gather the pieces, a large, jagged shard sliced her palm until the blood ran down her fingertips and dripped onto the floor. It collected in a puddle at her feet which quickly turned to inky blackness all around her, creating a suffocating fear. She awoke with a start, covered in sweat and heaving for breath. It had been the same dream since she left London.

Evelyn could recall the evening the Peaky Blinders took over the Eden Club well. It had been a a night ruled by violent chaos. Chairs and tables were overturned as patrons ran from the hoodlums who produced flying fists and razors. Mario was stabbed in the face with a broken bottle trying to stop them. He held a few of them off long enough for some of the girls to hide, including Evelyn.

She took cover backstage, watching with wide eyes as a tall lanky man approached the microphone declaring the establishment was now under new management, "By order of the Peaky Blinders." She readied the knife she hid in her garter belt, thinking of a time when she laughed at the prospect of needing one in a place like this. “I’m not going to change,” she told herself when she’d first arrived, but the girl waiting to stab anyone who came near her begged to challenge that notion.

It was there that Arthur Shelby found her and quickly disarmed her. “Who might you be, angel?” he asked with a devilish smirk, wild hair drooping over his eyes in a rakish manner and and blood dripping from his brow. Pressed close to his lean muscle, there was something about him that intrigued her. It was an unexpected attraction that overwhelmed her senses.

“I’m Evelyn," she replied breathily. "Aren't you going to tell me your name?"

“Thought I’d made it clear, love. I’m a Shelby. Name’s Arthur,” he said proudly.

“You’re bleeding, Arthur. Will you let me help you?” Evelyn asked, venturing a hand to brush the hair from his forehead. Arthur leaned into her touch slightly, his rapid breathing slowing momentarily. His eyes locked onto her as though he were assessing her intentions. When he found nothing but sincerity lying beneath the offer, he accepted and she lead him downstairs hand in hand.

They didn’t speak a word as she found the items necessary to clean his wound and care for him. Arthur watched her graceful movements with awe, something akin to peaceful reverie coming over his face as she sat before him. She quickly realized how touch starved he was when she brushed his face with a cool cloth and felt pity for him despite the acts of violence she’d witnessed earlier.

When she finished her work, she sat back and observed his now calm features asking, “Can I ask why? What does this place mean to you?” She waited to see if her questions raised his ire, but found him more than willing to talk with her.

“We don’t mean you no harm. It’s time for a change is all,” he said, going on to explain that the blinders were expanding their territory and what she had seen was nothing more than a show of their power. Darby Sabini was being run out and he would now be in charge.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me, love” Arthur assured her. “Those wops don’t know how to take care of their women, but I’m going to look after you from now on,” he said, placing a large, calloused hand to her face. She felt her breath hitch at his words. No one had ever said anything like that to her. She’d been on her own for as long as she could remember and the offer of protection was tempting. The Sabini’s had been terrible employers so how could the Shelbys be any worse? Evelyn wanted to trust Arthur in that moment and she did because there was something in his eyes that told her she was safe.

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It had been a month since the Shelbys had taken over and the club was flourishing. There were new customers coming in every night and Evelyn was making more in tips than she ever had before. Her instinct to trust Arthur had been correct. He was protective of all his employees, especially Evelyn. He didn’t hesitate to throw a punch if anyone disrespected her which made her feel special and if she dared to think it, powerful. She held her head a bit higher knowing no one would cross a woman protected by the Shelbys.

Truthfully, everyone’s mood had improved. Arthur’s younger brother John was around occasionally and his raunchy jokes were a favorite amongst the girls. Although he was married, he had a few affairs she knew of with Elisabeth and Marie. They all giggled about it afterwards, claiming he had the biggest cock they’d ever seen and stamina to match. The early days were full of heady gossip.

The girls also talked about the youngest brother, Finn, though he didn’t come round as often. He worked for the boss, Tommy, back in Birmingham. Finn didn’t seem to be as free to make his own decisions and worked harder than his siblings, always off on errands and chauffeuring them about town. Evelyn felt sorry for him because they spoke to him like hired help rather than a brother and rarely invited him for a drink at the family table.

The older brothers had a habit of gathering at a large booth in the back where the men discussed business and watched their customers with a keen eye. John would saunter over with a girl on each arm and Arthur would call Evelyn to his side, holding court as he laughed and cursed. It seemed as though the party would last forever.

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Three months in and the club was seeing an increase in Jewish patrons. The girls all whispered about the reasons for this sudden change, considering their previous clientele had been Italian men. Some believed it to be the influence of a new gentleman with a cane at his side and crown tattoos on his hands. He visited Arthur faithfully every Sunday. Whatever was said in their private conversations agitated Arthur greatly and he was never quite the same afterward. Despite her questions about the mysterious man, Arthur kept that business to himself. He only asked Evelyn to keep him company afterwards. A good fuck was all Arthur needed to forget the irritating man who took up too much of his time.

After a stressful night negotiating with the mad baker, he was particularly agitated. With Evelyn too fatigued to offer solace, he offered up his favorite remedy. “We call it Tokyo. It’ll help ya, dove,” Arthur said, pushing the little blue vial into her palm.

“I don’t know,” Evelyn said, tracing her fingertips over his chest. “I know some girls who got in trouble with this stuff,” she said uncertainly.

“Don’t be so serious, Evie. It’s just a bit fun, yeah?” he said, tapping the white powder out onto his hand for her. “Go on,” he said with a charming smile. Without another thought, Evelyn snorted it and felt the most intoxicating rush of her life. There was no turning back after she found this new cure for lack of energy and depressing days. Of course, Arthur never denied her. She was too trusting of Arthur in those days she would recall later.

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The only person who seemed to notice or care about her habit was Finn. When he began to notice her weight loss, he made a habit of dropping in to check on her. It always brought a smile to her face seeing his impish delight at stealing her away.

“C’mon,” Finn would urge with a wave of his arm. “Let’s get out of here,” he always said, checking the hall.

“Finn, I can’t leave,” Evelyn pretended to protest, knowing he would carry her out if she didn't follow.

“You’re with a Shelby. You can do whatever the fuck you like,” he said with a cheeky grin and she couldn’t help but smile back at him, giving his hand a squeeze as he pulled her out the back door toward a cafe. He would buy her food they would often share as he entertained her with stories about his mischievous nieces and nephews.

Some days he could tell she was sad despite the laughter. He could sense Evelyn wanted to talk about her problems, but she never really did, preferring to sit and smoke, leaning her head against Finn’s broad shoulder for comfort. He wondered if Arthur had anything to do with her unhappy moods and hated taking her back to the club, knowing he was delivering her into the hands of his wayward brother. Finn often found himself thinking about how Evelyn could stay with someone like that.

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It was nine months before Evelyn noticed girls from the club were leaving. Well, perhaps not leaving so much as disappearing. They would be tasked with providing company to gentlemen and never return. Evelyn and the other girls were urged not to ask questions about anyone who left employment. Truthfully, with girls coming and going so often and the lack of sleep, Evelyn lost track. She was spending so much time with Arthur that she didn’t have time to learn their names anymore. Perhaps is was the effect of a busy life or the drugs, but she rarely noticed the details.

One evening after a long shift, she returned to Arthur's flat, calling out, “Arthur? Arthur, where are you?" She had finished at the club without any snow, but only barely. Her skin crawled with need. Turning the pockets of his discarded coat inside out for the little blue bottle she craved, she whined when she came up empty. As she stomped her foot in frustration, a giggle echoed down the hall. Following the sounds of splashing water all the way to the bathroom, she opened the door to find an intoxicated Arthur, sunk beneath a layer of bubbles, and a girl from the club sucking a bruise into his neck as she pumped his shaft below the water.

“Evie!” He slurred, removing one hand from the water to slick back his hair. “Join us, darlin’,” he said with a wolfish grin, unashamed and completely unaware of her shock and sadness at finding him with someone else.

The girl’s head rose to nod in agreement as she bit her lip. Removing her hand from the side of the tub, she grasped Evelyn’s wrist before she could leave. Like a siren she called out temptingly, “Stay and have a sniff of snow?” She knew her words had the desired effect as Evelyn’s eyes darkened. Although Evelyn didn’t want to stay where another was clearly doing a fine job of satisfying her man, she listened to Arthur’s commands to kneel and take what she badly needed off the woman’s ample breast, his hand at the back of her head holding her in place as he cooed at her how beautiful she looked.

“Come on, love. Get in,” he urged and that was enough for her to undress for him. He sighed at the sight of her, letting his head drop back against the edge of the tub, watching in enjoyment. It wasn’t a difficult choice from there as she saw how much he wanted her. She even began to believe him when she felt the surge of her high kick in, riding him and feeling Clara pushed to the side. “Been waitin’ all day for you,” he groaned, hips thrusting up into her roughly.

“Then tell her to leave, Arthur,” Evelyn said, leaning forward to kiss him. Arthur’s hand came up to grasp at her throat possessively as a wicked smile crossed his lips. Then he nodded, flicking his eyes toward the other girl. “Get the fuck out,” he growled at her and Evelyn had never felt more powerful.

Later as they lay in bed a tangle of arms and legs, Arthur turned to Evelyn and watched her with hooded eyes. Voice low and full of gravel he proclaimed, “You ain’t like other girls, Evie. You help me shut out all the noise when my head gets too loud,” he said, rubbing circles into her hip with his thumb. “I love you,” he said quietly, wrapping his arms around her tightly. Silence descended before he kissed her forehead. Then he rolled her onto his chest, falling into a deep sleep with his large hand splayed across her back. Evelyn basked in his words and warm embrace, knowing her connection to Arthur was far greater than anyone else’s.

Evelyn had never carried a sense of superiority over anyone. Raised by poor people in a dirty slum, it was never her expectation to do better than the life she’d known as a child. However, Arthur allowed her to glimpse the possibility of something more and it was thrilling. Good food, fine clothing and her own dressing room set her apart from the beginning. However, now she could add Arthur’s promises of their future together to the glittering array offered before her like a queen.

It was thoughts like these that caused her to overlook the mistreatment of those around her. It would be another month before she happened to overhear a conversation as she passed outside Arthur’s office that would change all that. She only stopped when she heard the cries of a girl who had been at the club almost as long as she had. Sandra wasn’t prone to theatrics so the cries Evelyn heard surprised her.

“I can’t stay here, Mr. Shelby,” Sandra pleaded.

“Why the fuck not? Solomons likes ya,” Arthur said, pouring himself a drink and taking a seat behind his desk.

“That’s the problem,” she said, voice wobbling.

“You’re talking in bloody circles. I ain’t got time for this. Are you going to get the information from him or not?” Arthur said testily.

“I can’t do that to him. I’m carrying his child,” she confessed.

“You stupid fucking bitch. Thought I told ya…” Arthur warned, chair scraping the floor in shrill protest as he stood to confront her.

“I know what you said, Arthur, but this is different. He loves-“ Sandra attempted before Arthur cut her off with a harsh scoff.

“You going to say he loves you?,” he laughed as he took a sip of the whisky he held in his hand. “Say that myself sometimes after I’ve emptied my balls. Doesn’t mean shit.”

“Alfie deserves to know,” she challenged Arthur.

“You’ve got fucking work to do. Last thing you need is a bloody kid,” he huffed. Slamming his glass down on the desk as he instructed darkly, “Get rid of it.”

“Wh-what?” She stammered in disbelief. “You can’t be serious!” Without thinking she kept going, “I’ll tell him everything, I swear I will. And when Alfie finds out…” she warned.

Heavy footsteps could be heard and then a loud slap as Arthur connected with her face. A loud thud reverberated as Arthur pinned her against the wall by her neck. “Don’t you dare threaten me,” he rumbled. “Could kill you right now if I wanted to. He’d never come lookin’ for ya,” he hissed, squeezing the air from her lungs. A faint gurgling sound could be heard over the course of the next few moments, along with the desperate scratching of nails against the wall.

Evelyn struggled to catch her own breath, frightened Sandra might be dying. Tears pricked her eyes as she bit her fingers, willing her feet to move and do something to stop what she was hearing on the other side of the wall. Just then, Sandra gasped for breath. A sharp wheezing and deep coughs emanated from her as Arthur grumbled, “I’m not gonna let you fuck this up for me. So you’re not sayin’ a word. Understand?”

A small sob that sounded like a yes echoed out along with a few sniffles. Arthur grunted as she ran from the room. Evelyn ran as well, scared and confused by what she’d just overheard. It was a side of Arthur she didn’t want to believe existed.

With his office empty and free of distraction, Arthur picked up the telephone and called for Isiah. “Be at the club tonight by nine,” he said. “Need you to take care of a problem.”

Cont. reading Part 2

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onyondump · 5 months

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Just a Touch : Rough Night Soldier?

Arthur x M!Reader/OC!Karsa Hendriks

Summery : Arthur is in a daze after disposing a 'rat' in Tommy's request and ended up in front of his friends apartment.

Moodboard | First | Third

this is my first time uploading my fanfic and my grammer isn't great so please don't eat me alive thank you

'Rough night soldier?'

The comforting smell of burnt wood, tobacco and jasmine waken Arthur's tired eyes. Unbeknownst to him, his body took itself to the front steps of a familiar friend's apartment and now he's sitting on the sofa with a hand covered in blood, not his ofcourse.

"Aye" he couldn't bring himself to look anywhere but his shaking bloody hands. Another job to take care off, another body to dispose and another maddening night.

A warm towel envelopes his hands, scrubbing it off the remains of his victim. A victim to his viciousness with a beating pulse and a life, but of course anyone who dares cross the Shelbys will face the consequences. Even if their only sin is to breath at their direction.

'Heads up, let me clean your face!'

He does as he's told, like always, from his father, his comander and now his brother.

It's for the good of the family, sacrifices have to be made, they will all reap the reward in the end. But every time he follows orders, why is he in a deeper pit then the rest? It's so dark

'Hello *snap* *snap* Art!! Don't daydream too much or a spirit will posses your body'

A small chuckle escape his thin dry lips. His friend sometimes have the same superstition as his aunt. How interesting that two people from each end of the earth would have the same believes.

"Don't worry mate, I'm already the devil yeah? No spirits will possess me" He laughs as the other scoffs

'Should have known the only way for you to wake up is to make fun of me' as a revenge the man Infront of him scrub his face HARD and a white shirt is thrown onto his lap as his companion plops onto the space besides him. Watching him

'Thats the last good shirt I have this week before laundry day. You better not come here dirty again!'

This is they're new routine now. Arthur would come to his friends house either drunk, high, in a trance or all three at once and his companion would take care of him until the song bird calls for his return.

He would feel guilty about using his kindess like this but it doesn't seem like the other man mind . So he assumes he's welcome anyways.

When Arthur finish putting on a shirt a loud coughing followed by a puff of heavy dark smoke emits from his companions mouth.

'SHIT'

Another laugh comes from Arthur this time with a booming sound

"HAHAHA Your really bad with cigars eh?"

'SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU PRICK, this shit is strong'

Arthur's snatch the fat cigars from his friends fingers and takes a long hard suck as the heavy smoke travels his lungs, coating his lounge. He puffs out slowly but surely, the kiss of death.

"This shit! Is for real men. Not like yours small ones"

'Whatever Art' he snatches back the cigar he lit and tries to do the same but failing at the last second and was mocked again with the chuckle of the moustached men as they countine to share the cigar between eachother.

Nights like these would make him forget what he was doing just 5 hours ago. It's certainly no Tokyo but it does the trick and usually leave no side effects. Just two best friends together in a smoke filled room, alone.

"Do you think I'll ever be normal?"

'There aints such thing as normal Art. Just work with what you have and try to move forward'

"But what if I'm tired? What if I don't want to move forward? I can't shut the door like Tommy tells me to do?"

'Then you fix the hinge, oil it up and air out the smoke once in awhile. It's not like a door is just for closing'

With that comment, finally every thread in Arthur's body snapped. Another booming laugh emerge, what a stupid thing to say. Tears and sobs accompany his laughter he couldn't stop himself its almost hysterical. The dam is broken and everything is on fire.

'Uh..Art.. the Cigar?"

The last light of the cigar finally went out, burning Arthur's finger in the process but the man was too caught up in tears to react as his companion hold his burnt fingers and rubs it with his own. Arthur laughed and cried for a long time that night and through it his friend didn't say a word while calming the wound. And for that Arthur never felt more thankful.

Notes : YEEHAW!! I hoped you all understand my incoherent writing. I wrote this as I was waiting for my lecturer to come for assistances. I have not sleep and I crave Arthur. YEEHEE!!! 🍉🍉🍉 Also I have no idea the differences of the different smokes, just pulling it out of my ass.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinder #peaky blinder fanfic #arthur shelby #arthur shelby x male reader #arthur shelby x reader #arthur shelby x oc

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heavencanbeaprisontoo · 3 months

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OC fic premises:

Maeve Shelby - Tommy’s confidant and the Shelby sibling with the most social grace, Maeve Shelby is a busy woman. In 1921, she becomes Tommy’s envoy to Alfie Solomons. Though she tries to keep things strictly professional, there’s a growing tension they soon cannot deny.

Constance Kilroy - Looking for a new start, a humble girl from West Virginia goes as far as her father’s inheritance will take her— Small Heath. There, she finds work as the new clerk for the Shelby Family’s betting house. As she adapts to her new home, she becomes “close,” with the two eldest Shelby brothers.

Prudence Keane - Young Prudence leaves a broken home to seek refuge with her wealthy, distant cousin. Sadly, she arrives only to find her cousin’s widow, Thomas Shelby. Though they are strangers, Tommy takes pity on her by giving her a job as Charlie’s governess. A kindness turns into an obsession as Tommy falls for sweet Prudence.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders oc #oc #peaky blinders x oc #thomas shelby #arthur shelby #alfie solomons x shelby!oc #alfie solomons x oc #arthur shelby x oc #thomas shelby x oc

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look-at-the-soul · 9 months

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Peaky Blinders letter exchange

Arthur Shelby x Heaven

Letters master list

💌 So I’m beyond thrilled for this brilliant idea, @raincoffeeandfandoms thank you for creating this project I almost stick to the deadline… not going to lie it was quite a challenge since I’ve never wrote for other than Tommy, but just as in life, I’m always up for a challenge 😉

The first letter was written by @call-sign-shark as the OC, Heaven 🤍 I have to admit this letter made me dream about their encounter, the response as Arthur was written by me, I hope you enjoy!

Summary: After S3c Heaven and Arthur live a peaceful and happy life in their house in the forrest and they are trying for a child. But when Arthur got the mafia’s black hand, he came back to Small Heath. At first he asked his wife not to come to protect her, but their love is so strong, so drug-like, that they kinda withered without each other. So she decides to join him no matter the danger of Changretta’s threats. Arthur receives the letter the day Tommy told him everyone should stick together for safety reasons.

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Mon amour, Bleak Winter and brass knuckles, My heart burns in the steel Of your saddened eyes. Night fell upon the city and I’m alone in our house, our big dog lying at my feet and flickering candle lights as sole company. As I watched the moonlight and stars, I felt the urge to write down these words for my heart aches with your absence. I know you asked me to stay away from Small Heath until things are better with Luca Changretta, but I’m becoming crazy between these walls. I can’t stand the idea of you risking your life and not being able to take you in my arms at night to give you comfort, nor to wash away the blood from your face and hands. Admittedly, it sounds like I am writing this in pure emotions and I am pretty sure that’s what Thomas will say, but I have thought the matters for nights and days before taking this decision: I am coming back to Small Heath, and we will fight as we have always done since we have met: together. As long as you’re with me, I know that nothing can happen — and if Death brings its cold and bony fingers around my neck, know that I’ll forever be by your side. But Arthur, I can’t go on without you. Each day without your presence is not worth living: I would rather hold your hand and bath in blood with you than being locked up away from you, safe but decaying. As I impatiently wait for our “retrouvailles” in three days, I keep brushing the golden ring your offered me with the tips of my fingers. Your gravel voice still echoes in my head, the words of your proposal bringing me comfort in my darkest and coldest nights. I remember how pained you looked when Tommy told us to wait for this gang war to be over before getting married but I think this is not a good idea. Quite the contrary, this is one rule we should disobey. Even in the midst of battle, I am ready to wear my white dress and deliver my vows, flowers crowns on my head and razor blade in my hand. If sky fall apart and hell breaks loose, at least we’ll leave this world as husband and wife — but don’t get me wrong, I am pretty sure no one will make you bow. Don’t forget that you’re a strong man. Stronger than you can imagine, stronger than everyone thinks. I believe in you, and always will. In the meantime, keep me in your heart and I promise I’ll soon be in your arms, Forever yours, Your angel Heaven.

My dear Heaven,

There’s no more room for sadness for me since the day you walked into my life. Last night I had a dream, it was already dark and I was sitting alone, you suddenly appeared out of nowhere and everything changed; it was a sunny day and we were walking hand in hand around the forest that surrounds our home. I just wish it could be true and you could be by my side, you can’t even imagine how much I dream of you…. Finding your letter early today gave me peace, but the day has been a fucking nightmare and I just got the chance to answer your words in the middle of the night. How I wish it was me lying next to you, feeling your warm body calming my busy mind. Don’t let out dog get used to it, though as I intend to take my spot back once this war is over. If only you knew how much your love means to me… you saved me from the darkness. It’s been lonely nights without you darling, but the sacrifice will be worth it, we will be able to go back to our routine and start the family your heart desires, but your love is giving me the strength I need at this moment, that’s what keeps me going. I need you to stay away from this mess, that’s the only way I have to protect you. Oh no, you bloody what?! Heaven, love that’s the craziest idea, I miss you so much yes, but there’s no way I can put you in danger, Small Heath isn’t a good idea right now… and please don’t even think about it, I’d never let anything bad happen to you. But as I know, once you make a decision there’s no way to convince you otherwise, so just let me make adjustments and prepare the way you’ll get in so it’s the safest, at least give me that peace eh? I cannot wait until we get married, but again if you already decided you don’t want to wait, we’ll do it right away. You’ll be the prettiest bride, you’ll look like an angel…and later after all of this passes we’ll have a bloody big celebration. Don’t worry about Tommy, he’ll understand. Your words mean so much, I treasure it so close to me heart my dear. I’m looking forward to our “retrouvailles”. I just know having you close will give me peace. Always in my head and heart soon to be Heaven Shelby. Always yours, AS.

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dearshelby · 9 months

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A little Heaven x Eleanor moodboard to thank the lovely @call-sign-shark for reading my works, I'm sure our girls would get along despite being fiercely protective over their men's 😌

#i guess heaven has a doberman? I didn't get there yet but since ellie loves cats i thought I'd be a nice addition 😁#OC Eleanor Shelby #OC Heaven Shelby #arthur shelby x oc #tommy shelby x oc #peaky blinders moodboard

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justrainandcoffee · 2 months

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He invited her to the mountains far away from Birmingham. A place where she never had been. Snow, laughs and hot cocoa were part of it. But it also was a blue teddy beanie. Arthur forgot to package his brown very masculine beanie and was forced to use the other that Rat had. Of course, she promised to keep it as a secret while she posted a picture on Instagram.

For @call-sign-shark // Arthur x Rat || masterlist

#arthur shelby #arthur shelby x oc #modern au #moodboard #peaky blinders #paul anderson

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lovelyalways · 2 years

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Nelly's sibling dynamics

Arthur

she's his favourite sibling

his flower <3

all the siblings are protective of her, but Arthur is just on another level

because he’s the oldest of the family, she respects him a lot

he’s always going to baby her, whether anyone likes it or not

Thomas

brother and sister? more like father and daughter

he pushed her to always do well in school, cause of the family's history with academics

he has always treated her more like an adult, something Polly hates

she has this ability where she can detect just anything about him, he hates it but loves it at the same time

she’s very thankful for everything Thomas had done for their family

John

he teases her the most out of everyone

tbh when she was a kid, he was the only one that treated her like one

he taught her how to use a gun, take that however you would like, but Polly obviously almost killed him

he just finds it important for her to know how to defend herself

whenever she feels anxious or scared, she stays close by his side

Ada

sister duo <3

when Nelly was born, Ada was so happy not to be the youngest girl anymore

very close bond

she wishes someday Nelly will get out of Birmingham and move somewhere else

cause in Ada’s opinion, Nelly deserves way better than she gets now

Finn

Finn is her baby

she used to walk him to school

he admires her a lot, because of how smart she is

no matter what the situation is, he takes her side

they would do anything for each other tbh

together with Isiah, they’re such a team

#nelly shelby #peaky blinders imagine #shelby sister #shelby!sister #peaky blinders fanfic #shelby!oc #tommy shelby x oc #tommy shelby x shelby!sister #arthur shelby x oc #john shelby x oc #ada shelby x oc #finn shelby x oc

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call-sign-shark · 3 months

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Tangled Desires (and Broken Innocence)

Summary: In the gritty streets of Birmingham, the Shelby brothers rule with an iron fist. The source of their success in the criminal underworld? Their loyalty to one another. Yet, everything changes when a mysterious girl named Lola Haze and her family arrive in town. Young, bratty, and irresistible in her short sundress, she stirs Tommy, Arthur, and John's curiosity. In her attempt to flee from a toxic home and the awful secrets she hides, Lola decides to ignite the three brothers' desire. Yet she soon understands that these violent delights can only have violent ends and that she will never escape this hell she created: a hell located between love and abuse with three men.

TW: Extreme violence, M/M/F/M, kidnapping, porn with plot, rough sex, huge age gap (Lola is legal), Dubcon, mention of child abuse, highly inspired by Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov and Lana Del Rey's song. We don't know Lola's real name so consider her (Y/N).

🫧 Playlist

🫧 Theme Song: Lolita by Lana Del Rey

🫧 Masterlist:

Coming soon on Tumblr too.

Chapter 1: Tumblr | AO3

Chapter 2: Tumblr | AO3

Chapter 3: Tumblr | AO3

Chapter 4: c o m i n g . . .

Chapter 5:

Chapter 6:

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

(More to come?)

🫧 Author's notes:

This will be a multi-chapter fic but the posting schedule will be irregular and I really don't know where I'm going with this. All I can tell you is that don't get fooled by the pink - this was supposed to be Halloween so it’s extremely dark, noncon and disturbing.

Also, I don't expect this to be popular. If you still want to be tagged just leave a little comment.

Please don't force yourself to read because you're my mutuals. It's okay to stay safe.

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notyour-valentine · 2 years

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Dance with me ~ Arthur Shelby x Reader

Summary: Three little words, with a lot of meaning and implications depending on how and where they are said (Fluff)

Note: This is the version with Arthur. Here are those with John and Tommy if you are curious. And here is my [Masterlist].

I do not consent to my work being translated, copied or posted elsewhere on this platform or any other. This hasn't been beta'd so I apologise for typos or mistakes

Warning: mentions of alcohol consumption, otherwise none. As I am an adult, all my writing I share is unless explicitly stated for adults (18/21+). Your media consumption is your own responsibility.

Wordcount: 1210 words

Arthur always said that his brother Tommy had been the greatest of storytellers. He could not only imitate people's way of speech to perfection, amusing children and adults alike, but he could also capture their attention with ease, igniting their imagination with the stories he told.

Now he was telling a different kind of story, one of the greatness and generosity of the Shelby Family Foundation.

There wasn't much be had in regards to locations in Birmingham, but he had chosen the most glamorous, and most expensive for this event. And even then, he had made sure they hired the most excessive decorations with the most exclusive flower arrangements and served only the most expensive champagne.

He had also sent out instructions that they all had to dress and behave their best, because despite the location and the disguise of a social occasion, this was work. It was always work- for the family, for the company, for the business.

And they had all been given their orders ahead of tonight.

Hers was to sweet talk possible business partners and allies, and where better to do that than the dance floor?

It wasn't like she didn't enjoy dancing- she loved it to the point where she had accumulated a long list of events where she danced until the morning light shone through tall glass windows.

But the false smiling made her face hurt and the conversation was beyond repetitive.

"It was a pleasure to meet you.", Her partner said, as the music softened to signal the upcoming end of the song.

"I hope it's not the last time.", (Y/N) said with a smile as she took her leave. She had barely gone turned, when that smile faded.

Her gaze drifted over the crowds of people, searching for the one company she preferred above all others.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spied Polly admiring her reflection. She did clean up nicely, in a long pale ballgown, with a diamond collier thicker than three fingers put together. She had combined it with large diamond earrings and two diamond bracelets on each white gloved hand.

In one, she balanced a cigarette holder, in the other a flute of Champagne.

"Hello dear.", She greeted, talking more to their reflections than her face.

"Have you seen Arthur?", She wanted to know.

"Went outside to smoke.", Polly said, before placing the black cigarette holder between her painted lips.

Outside meant stepping out onto the terrace and into the cold night air.

Compared to the heat and stuffiness of the ballroom, this crispness seened to wake her from her slumber.

As the glass door shut behind her, both music and chatter were banished into the distance, leaving her breathing, and the clicking of her heels to be the only sound.

"Arthur?", She called, looking over the abandoned terrace. As she reached the banister, the familiar smell of his cigarettes filled her nose and she looked down.

He was sitting at the bottom of one of the two stairs that descended from the terrace downward.

"There you are.", She greeted. Taking her skirts in hand, she hurried down the steps.

"What are you doing out here?", He wanted to know.

"Looking for you, of course.", (Y/N) replied. "And to get some air."

Arthur smiled softly as his eyes travelled over her, from head to toe and back again.

"You look beautiful, you know?", He mumbled, as if he was afraid of saying the words aloud.

"I know.", (Y/N) giggled. "You already told me earlier."

A slight blush crept up his cheeks. "Yeah, well I mean it."

But then his smile faded, and his gaze dropped to the floor.

"No wonder all them toffs are all over you."

As he spoke, he shifted his weight from foot to foot, and only stopped when she stepped right in front of him.

Pulling off her evening glove, she reached up to cup his face.

"Don't be daft.", She told him with a shy smile. "No one's all over me. Besides, you know I only have eyes for you."

When he took her hand in his, his fingers brushed against her rings.

"But I can't dance with you, now, can I?", Arthur said. "Didn't even give you a proper wedding dance, let alone all that-"

He waved in the general direction of the ballroom, where they had begun to play yet another Strauss piece.

"A Viennese waltz?", She asked. "It's not that different from the normal ones. I could teach you."

Arthur shook his head and scratched the back of his neck.

"No point in it- wouldn't work anyways. Not with me and me two left feet."

(Y/N) bit back a sigh. She hated it. She hated this, more than anything. Arthur was so brave and so strong, but he was sensitive too, more sensitive than he would ever admit, and some members of his family would ever realise. They were quick with their words and often underestimated the lengthy effect they could have.

But pointing that out to them, or Arthur, wouldn't help. She had to take a different course.

"Do you know the Viennese cheated? Half their dance is just swaying side to side."

Arthur scoffed, but his eyes met hers again.

"You're making that up "

"Am not."

She stepped back, away from the walls and towards where they had more space.

"I'll show you.", (Y/N) offered.

"Ah, you don't want that."

"I'd like to.", She admitted.

When he stepped forward, he wasn't very good at hiding his reluctance.

His hand found the small of her back while the other captured hers. He held her hand as if it were some fragile sculpture made of glass.

"Now all we do is this.", She explained as she began to lead him in the sway.

Side to side- side to side.

He began by watching their feet, but when he realised that it was just that and did not include any hidden complications, the muscles in his shoulders relaxed.

"There.", She said.

Her heart fluttered when Arthur mirrored her smile, especially since she knew she had put it there.

He glanced down, then up again, then down, before he took a step forward, leading her in the stereotypical box step.

"You practiced?", She asked breathlessly. "Oh why didn't you say?"

(Y/N) could- and would have kissed him for that if they weren't just moving.

"Thought you might want to dance with me, and I didn't want to make a fool of you. Still, I won't be much of a show in there.", He admitted as his eyes glanced up, his jaw tightening once more.

"Oh Arthur,", she said. "I think we can gladly leave the showmanship to Tommy."

That brought the smile back, but it was a little smaller than before.

"You deserve to be in that ballroom, you. With all the diamonds and the crystal chandeliers and the champagne and not out in the cold with ol' me."

(Y/N) shook her head.

"But I want to be with you, my love. No matter where you are.", She assured him, giving his hand a little squeeze.

She felt his smile against her lips as she leaned over and kissed him.

End.

Thank you for reading. I'd be very grateful for feedback or comments of any kind.

#Peaky Blinders fanfic #Peaky Blinders imagine #valentineswritings #Arthur Shelby x reader #Arthur Shelby x oc #Arthur Shelby one shot #Arthur Shelby fanfic #Arthur Shelby #dance with me

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brummiereader · 6 months

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He's back...

...and he has someone with him. Dark!Tommy is set to make a return in a one shot called "She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not" scheduled to be posted on Friday before returning again in a new series called "Don't Fear The Reaper". Keep your eyes open...or closed, for an evening of mind games and manipulation with Tommy Shelby from "Killing Me Softly" and his right hand man, the one and only Arthur Shelby.

#tommy shelby #thomas shelby #tommy shelby x y/n #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby fanfic #dark!tommy shelby #arthur shelby #arthur shelby x oc #arthur shelby imagine #arthur shelby fanfic #yandere!arthur shelby #peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders imagine

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themultifandomgal · 2 years

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Arthur Shelby- Late

12:03am and Arthur still isn't home, he promised he would be home by 10 tonight but obviously something more important than our wedding anniversary came up. I sigh blowing out the candle that I had lit and throw away the food I had cooked for him. I already ate mine.

I walk upstairs and get into mine and Arthur's shared bedroom. I get changed and get under the covers. I seem to be lying there for a while not being able to sleep when I hear the front door open then shut.

I hear Arthur's footsteps walking up the stairs and into the bedroom. I pretend to be asleep

"I know your awake.. stop pretending" I sigh "ahh the silent treatment. Look I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm late"

"2 hours late" I mumble

"I'm sorry I ruined our anniversary" I feel the bed dip and an arm around my waist

"If Peaky business doesn't kill you first it will kill our relationship. I don't know how much longer I can do this Arthur. This is the 4th time this week that you've come home late" I sniffle

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please can we talk about this?"

"I'm tired Arthur. We can talk tomorrow" I close my eyes. I feel Arthur kiss my shoulder and pull me closer to him

"I really am sorry"

The next morning I wake up to an empty cold bed. I sigh feeling rather deflated. I get up and open the bedroom door, but weirdly I can smell food. I frown not knowing what's going on, but once I get to the kitchen I see Arthur mumbling to himself running his hand under cold water. I chuckle to myself and go over to the stove turning it off and taking the bacon out of the pan and onto a plate

"Sorry. I burnt my hand. Was trying to make you breakfast in bed to say sorry about last night"

"I'm just scared that the business will always come before me. Or that your going to be drinking again" Arthur dries his hands on a tea towel and then places his hands on the sides of my face

"The business will never come before you. I promise. Last night, last night I was talking to Tommy and John about having a break. I wanted to take you away for a week, but before I left we had a problem. Some lads came in mouthing off about you Esme and Grace and we couldn't help but put them in their place. I really am sorry"

"So what did Tommy say?"

"About?" Arthur seems confused

"About us going away" I chuckle

"Yes. We go away next week"

"We do?" I ask excitedly

"We do" Arthur wraps me up in his arms "I really am sorry about last night"

"I know. Just please come home at a reasonable time and if Tommy isn't letting you I'll march down to his office and I'll give him a piece of my mind"

"I'm sure you will. Now I have today off. What would you like to do?"

"Hmmm I'm torn between a stay at home day or the pictures"

"How about we do both? stay at home for the day then tonight we can go to the pictures and watch whatever you'd like" Arthur kisses me on the lips making me smile

"I love you you Arthur Shelby"

"And I love you YN Shelby"

#arthur shelby #arthur shelby x oc #arthur shelby x reader #arthur shelby x y/n #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine #arthur shelby imagine

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zablife · 1 year

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Dark Games (Part 2)

Arthur Shelby x Evelyn (OC) x Finn Shelby

Moodboard credit: the lovely @shelbydelrey

Author's Note: Written for @shelbydelrey Peaky x Lana Festival. Inspired by "Dark But Just a Game" by Lana Del Rey.

Warnings: slur, drug use, drinking, mention of kidnapping, domestic violence, threat with a weapon, mention of blood

Part 1

Evelyn listened in numb silence as Arthur ordered her to entertain Alfie Solomons later. The blue gray smoke of his cigar swirled around him, obscuring everything except his bloodshot eyes as he detailed his business partner's proclivities in vivid detail. Through the cloud that separated them, she swore she saw his lips curl in devilish delight as he boasted, “Gonna have that kike right where I want him after tonight. You’ll show him a good time, won't you, love?” Arthur asked, unclenching the cigar from his teeth to snort a line of snow from the bar. He seemed oblivious to the fact that Evelyn hadn’t given him an answer. However, her services were expected so none was required.

“Thought Alfie had a girl,” she finally managed, just above a whisper.

Arthur cocked his head at her suspiciously and she held her breath as she watched him dab at the remnants of the white powder and rub it across his gums. Pulling back he shrugged off the feeling she knew something about Sandra, only interested in finding a quick replacement to satisfy Alfie.

“Greedy fucker wants a little taste of what I’ve got,” he lied pawing at her hip and giving it a rough squeeze. Tilting her chin up toward him, he added, “Can’t blame him though. Sweet thing like you could convince a man to do all sorts of things.”

Arthur’s request wasn’t unique. He poured honeyed words into her ear before about how persuasive a pretty girl could be. Early on when she was eager to please the new boss, she cozied up to other men. When she returned with useful secrets for him, he rewarded her with extra money and all the praise she desired, telling her what a powerful couple they could be if they worked together. The sentiment tonight was no different, but the words had lost all meaning.

Arthur searched her eyes to see if she would comply and as further enticement, he made a show of removing a thick stack of cash from his pocket. Peeling a few bills away, he told her, “A little taste of what’s to come. Go on, love, you’ve earned it.” Extending the money between two fingers, he shook it at her, but he couldn’t help the amused chuckle that escaped as he added, “Or you will have after tonight.”

“I don’t want what’s mine if this is how I get it. Please, not like this, Arthur,” Evelyn begged, dropping her head into her hands. She drew a few ragged breaths, wishing Arthur would tell her to forget the whole thing. If he loved her the way he said, he should be sickened by the thought of that bear of a man talking to her, let alone touching her. “This is getting too dark for me,” she finally confessed.

Arthur clumsily pulled at her elbow, tearing it away from her face to push the money into her cleavage. As her eyes widened, he dragged her close enough so she could feel his hot breath dancing on her neck. She shivered at the hypnotic sound of his deep voice rumbling, “It’s dark, but just a game.” He ran a hand across her shoulder, moving her hair from her neck as he whispered, “Just a game for a pretty little fool like you, hmm?” Then with a laugh he added dismissively, “My Evie, always so serious.” With a quick slap to her ass, he leaned over the bar and grabbed a half empty bottle of whisky before leaving the room without a backward glance.

Evelyn slumped onto a stool wondering how she’d get through the evening. As she reached for her little blue vial of comfort concealed in the pocket of her dress, Finn appeared before her. She didn’t have time to put it back before he noticed the flash of bright cobalt in her hand.

“What’s wrong, Evelyn?” he asked, knowing she must be feeling troubled. The smoothness and warmth of his voice immediately stood out in stark contrast to his brother's and Evelyn felt calmer somehow.

“Nothing to concern yourself about,” she said with a weak smile. Finn knew it was fake, but didn’t say anything as she pulled him closer for a hug. He let her linger in his arms, clutching onto his jacket as he mumbled into her hair, “Go for a walk?” She nodded against his chest and he took her hand, sneaking her out the back entrance for some much needed fresh air.

They walked the empty side streets and chain smoked until she seemed ready to talk. Eventually Finn managed to learn that Arthur was asking something of Evelyn she was deeply uncomfortable with, though she wouldn’t say what it was. She still seemed to be protecting him.

As they neared the club, she stopped and stared at Finn, a question on her mind she'd been pondering recently. “Why is Arthur here in London instead of Tommy?” she asked.

“Tommy put Arthur here cause people are afraid of him,” Finn shrugged. Evelyn knew that all too well.

Lifting her chin, she challenged, “Perhaps that was a mistake, leaving him here on his own.”

“Yeah,” Finn agreed, taking out a cigarette and lighting it. He never went against his brothers, but he couldn’t deny that Arthur was making bad decisions lately. Finn took a long, slow drag of his cigarette, contemplating the trust he'd built with Evelyn. Exhaling a stream of smoke, he began to tell her about the interworkings of his family. “Arthur was passed over to take on the family business and he never got over it. He hates Tommy. Now that Tommy's occupied with things back home, Arthur does what he likes.” He glanced at Evelyn as a fire lit behind her eyes.

“Well Tommy should have had someone watching his mad dog,” Evelyn said, stamping out her cigarette forcefully. “Finn, he’s making deals with Alfie Solomons,” she said, watching him for a reaction.

Finn ran a hand over his face. “Fuck, that's serious.”

“I know. He wants me to start working him,” Evelyn said, running her hands up and down her arms to keep out the cold that suddenly ran through her.

Finn furrowed his brow as the implications of her words registered in his mind. “Evelyn, no! He’s a dangerous, unpredictable man. You can’t,” he said, his voice constricting painfully in his throat.

Evelyn turned to face him, not missing the emotion in his tone or the tension he suddenly held in his body. There was no time to address it, however, as the muffled cries of a woman could be heard around the corner. Finn pulled Evelyn into the shadows of the alley just as Isaiah and Bonnie hauled Sandra to a waiting car that had pulled to the curb. As they worked to shove her inside, Evelyn tried to break free from Finn’s grip, but he held her fast.

When the car sped off into the night she shouted at him, “Why did you stop me? Didn’t you see what they were doing?”

Finn gulped, “I’m sorry. I was trying to protect you.”

“Well, don’t. I can take care of myself!” she said angrily, jerking her shoulders from his grasp. She was tired of feeling powerless, unable to help anyone around her. Finn had appointed himself as her personal bodyguard and nothing good would come of it. Although it pained her, she forced herself to push him away. “Just leave me be, Finn!” she said, rushing back inside the club.

Finn was left standing alone in the alley, cigarette burning his fingertips as he stood motionless. He felt hurt and a bit stunned by her abrupt words, but not deterred enough to stop watching over her. He couldn’t stop now that his affection for her had taken over his thoughts. He knew somewhere deep down she felt the same and despite her bravado, he was certain she would need protection from Arthur someday. That time would come sooner than even he could have predicted.

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As Evelyn finished applying her makeup, she heard the heavy footfall of Arthur’s boots. Dashing out into the crowded backstage area, she called out to him. At first he didn’t stop, keeping up his pace as though he hadn’t heard her. Evelyn felt her cheeks flush at the embarrassment of having been ignored, then her anger flared.

“Where’s Sandra?” Evelyn shouted, waiting to see if Arthur would tell the truth. Hearing her clearly, Arthur stopped and turned slowly to face her.

“The lads told me she's sick,” he said somewhat unconvincingly.

“That’s not true,” Evelyn said more defiantly than intended. The emotion coursing through her caused her voice to rise involuntarily as she continued, “Isaiah and Bonnie took her away tonight. I saw them!” As soon as the words left her mouth she knew it was a mistake. Arthur's eyes turned dark and he stalked toward her, grabbing her arm and pulling her into her dressing room.

"The fuck you just say to me?” he growled, slamming the door behind him and dropping the empty whisky bottle he held. The glass shattered at her feet making Evelyn jump. “You questioning my men in front of the other girls?” he asked with a shake of his head, hair falling in front of his eyes precariously.

“No, Arthur,” she replied, casting her eyes downward. “I would never,” she gulped fearfully. “I..I just want to know…wh-what happened,” she stuttered, feeling unsure of herself now that he was so close to her, seething with anger.

“Arthur, darling, tell me you didn’t have Sandra and her child killed,” she begged, voice breaking with the first tears that slid down her cheek.

"How do you know about that?" he asked as he towered over her, face like stone with no hint of human emotion visible.

His inadvertent confession shocked her and her hands began to shake as she whispered, "You did it, didn't you?"

“You want to play games, eh?” Arthur said with a wicked look in his eye, reaching for his gun. “Well there are fucking rules here, Evie,” he chided her as he gestured in her direction with the weapon.

“You’re scaring me, Arthur,” she said, backing away from him. Her legs hit the edge of the vanity, mirror teetering dangerously behind her as a jar fell to the floor. A plume of white powder erupted at her feet, drawing his attention from her momentarily.

The tension broke suddenly as he smiled and chuckled darkly, “Scared of me, little dove? Since when?” An insincere smile pulled at the corners of his mouth and she gulped at the sight of it, knowing he wanted her trust, but she couldn’t give it. It was then she regretted every small gesture of kindness she'd accepted from him, knowing now that it had all been a lie.

Arthur brought a rough hand to her cheek, dragging it against her skin slowly as her heart thundered wildly in her chest. The gun rested in his opposite hand and she could feel the cool metal pressing at her hip. Evelyn closed her eyes thinking only of escape. “Please, Arthur. Let me go,” she managed in a broken whisper.

Feeling his fringe brush against her forehead, he whispered, “Oh, Evie...You need me to keep you in line. That’s why you love me, isn’t it?” he asked, voice dripping with condescension. His hand snaked behind her neck and wove through the hair at the nape, sending shivers down her spine. "You love me, don't you, Evie?" he asked. His voice was soft now, gentle even, but Evelyn couldn’t find tenderness in it as she once had. She bit her lip to stop it from quivering, willing him away with every beat of silence that lingered between them.

Without a confession of love and loyalty, all pretense was lost and Arthur's rage returned. Without warning he tugged on her hair with brute force, slamming the back of her head into the glass of the mirror. Her eyes shot open to see him glaring at her, gun pointed at her temple. As his finger began to squeeze over the trigger, Evelyn shook her head gently, mouth opening in a strangled cry before finding her voice. “Yes, yes, Arthur. I love you! I love you and I need you to keep me in line.” She babbled, trying to tell him whatever it was he wanted to hear, whatever would make him put the gun down.

“S right, you do. You need to learn there are consequences for sticking your nose where it don’t belong,” he sneered at her, all teeth and hatred suddenly. The gun rubbed against her hairline with uncomfortable pressure until Arthur pulled it away, firing into the ceiling. Evelyn screamed as debris fell from the ceiling, bits of plaster and dust raining down on her before she could protect herself with her hands. Arthur threw her away forcefully causing her to crash to the floor in a heap. He leaned down to her and hissed, “Next time I won’t fucking miss.”

Evelyn wrapped her arms around her knees and rocked herself as he strode away, shattered glass crunching under his boots as he went. The ringing in her ears and her soft sobs were the only sounds that could be heard before a sharp knock came at the door, bringing her out of herself. “Evelyn?” A boyish voice called out and the tension in her body relaxed slightly as she realized it was only Finn.

Sitting back on her heels, she wiped her tears with the back of her hand, noticing blood dripping from her palm. Finn quickly surveyed the room and Evelyn’s trembling form.

“Is this Arthur's doing?” he asked, trying to keep the anger from his voice. Although he already knew the answer. He was familiar with his older brother’s temper having grown up around it, but it didn’t make it easier to witness when it came to Evelyn. When he looked into her eyes he saw a fear that had never been there before.

��Evelyn, are you alright?” he asked, extending a hand toward her. He was slow and careful so as not to startle her.

“I…I have to get ready,” she mumbled, trying to stand on shaky legs. She clutched onto the vanity and turned away, not wanting Finn to see her like this.

“No, you don’t. You’re hurt,” Finn said, noticing a shard of glass in her palm. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and attempted to clean her wound, but she seemed oblivious to it.

“He’s going to kill me, Finn. I know it,” she said, finally looking up at him. She hung her head, breaking down into hysterical sobs.

Finn pulled her into him tightly as she cried, promising, “I won’t let him. I know you think I’m no match for Arthur, but I’ve got a plan to get you out of here. I just need you to trust me.”

Cont. reading Part 3

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